Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #22 January 2016 | Page 43

control of the body. Three demons entered the cell
and placed shackles on her, then took her out. There
was an incredibly enormous part of the desert that
was fenced off with the same type of metal beams
the cell building was made of, only curved in a way
they created a circle. The walls stretched about three
thousand feet in the air. The Huntress was escorted
inside. It was full of demons of different sizes, species
from a thousand different dimensions. Some of them
had shackles on, some didn’t. But all were prisoners.

to leave, you have to win.” He folded his arms, a smug
look on his face. He snapped his finger and all of the
shackles vanished. The guards began to retreat.
The Huntress’s voice was incredibly calm,
but her eyes glowed with intensity. One of them had
turned from Margo’s normal grey eye colour, to a deep
green. “What do you wish, Babura?”

The Huntress stared at the part of the wall
that was right across from her. That part had what
resembled box seats that took up around half of the
wall in height. A large demon with a long face, skin
similar to old bark, and wearing a necklace made
of skulls, was sitting there eating. He was taking up
almost the entire space, with room for only one demon
on each side, huddled in the corners. One was holding
a tray, the other a goblet.
The demon swallowed and drank from the
goblet, then spoke to the prisoners. His voice was not
loud, and yet everyone could hear him as if he was
standing right next to them. “Alright, for the new
ones. This is my domain. You will fight until one of
you is left.” He pointed to a large stone that was next
to his seat. The stone looked like it was growing out
of the ground, and acted as part of the wall. There
were symbols in different languages on it. “If you get
enough kills in a row without dying, you move up.
Obviously not all of you are on this board, these are
the top hundred or so.”

She looked at him as if he was a random
person that asked her for the time. “Leaving.”
“No you’re not; I’m the god here. If you want

The prisoners looked at each other. The ones
that had been there awhile began to advance on The
Huntress. When viewed through the eyes of someone
that had spent centuries killing and being killed over
and over, she looked like easy prey. Most of them
presumed she was’t physically strong, and relied on
magic tricks. Margo might have been intimidating
back on Earth but here she was small. The newer
prisoners looked at each other and followed suit.
The Huntress smirked. Her voice lowered to a
whisper, but now it was the voice everyone could hear
as if she was standing right next to them. “If that is
your wish.”

The Huntress was disinterested. All she wanted
was to leave this crowded place. So she grabbed the
shackles on her feet and yanked them off, as if she
was taking off her socks. She did the same with the
ones on her hands before the guards could reach her.
“You there!” The demon raised his voice.
“What are you doing?”

Babura was pleasantly surprised someone
knew his name. He laughed in a way that made the
very land shake. “What do H