Submission

Nathanos gestured for Ohan to open the prison gates and made a gesture. Onyxian followed him inside. Just as they entered the prison, the torches on the walls illuminated the scene, and Twilight Dragon saw the "gift" his father had spoken of: a beautiful, voluptuous woman.

A black dragon! Onyxian saw through the disguise, and he even smelled Deathwing's scent. He was just curious, though; this prison cell didn't resemble a prison at all. Bookshelves filled the walls, overflowing with all sorts of books, and there was an exquisitely decorated wooden table laden with fresh fruit and fine wine. Besides these, there were naturally plenty of novelties: a music player and a cradle for relaxation. Onyxian had never seen such luxury in Maraudon.

"Are you settling in well, Onyxia?"

Nathanos called out the woman's name. Onyxian also began to scrutinize her. Aside from the Mana-binding Shackles on her hands that made her look like a prisoner, everything else about her—such as Onyxia's violet robe made of fine silk and the crystal the Necklace around her neck—was extravagantly luxurious. Onyxian couldn't find a more fitting word to describe her.

"Aside from my clumsy hands..." the Black Dragon Princess shook her shackles, "I'm fine. What are you doing here?" Onyxia continued, noticing that Nathanos seemed much weaker, and a new face appeared before her—a very young human. She frowned and asked again, "And who is he? Is he a dragon?"

"You have a keen sense of smell, Black Dragon Princess," Nathanos chuckled. "In fact, he is the very reason I came to find you."

Onyxia looked at him, puzzled. For some reason, her heart was pounding. They were staring intently at her. This gave her a bad feeling.

"His name is Onyxian, and he is my son."

Not only did the black dragon show a shocked expression, but even Ohan, who was standing at the door, stared in surprise at Onyxian's back.

"Your... son?" Onyxia looked at Onyxian curiously. "What... are you going to do?"

"Your father has fallen," Nathanos announced in a cold voice. Onyxia froze, then smiled dismissively. Her father was the Worldbreaker, the most powerful being in this world; no one could defeat him, no one.

"You think I'd believe your nonsense?" She took a few steps forward, stopping before the Undead and staring at Nathanos. Was this a lie? Onyxia studied Nathanos's expression. If so, then the Witherer was performing exceptionally well. A sudden realization struck her; perhaps Nathanos's confidence wasn't feigned. So much time had passed since her imprisonment, so much so that she'd lost track of years and months. Nathanos had provided her with everything to ensure a comfortable life, except for keeping her from the outside world. Onyxia knew nothing of what had happened in Azeroth.

The Undead met her gaze. There was no embarrassment at being exposed—only ease and confidence. Nathanos said, "Do you think I'm joking, Your Highness?" Onyxia's face showed undisguised disgust, though she still doubted the fact that Deathwing had been defeated. The Witherer hadn't finished speaking, "You've never been subjected to the tortures of prisoners..." His words carried both the tone of a merchant making a deal and a hint of sarcasm. "My men have provided you with VIP treatment, letting you eat and stay for free for so long."

"I have no desire to remain beside a corpse," the black dragon retorted defiantly. "You imprison me only because I can provide some valuable intelligence to help you deal with my father. Once my usefulness is exhausted, you probably won't need me anymore." Onyxia's words echoed in the air, "I have always longed for the day of freedom. When that day arrives, I will surely take my revenge on you and your followers with the cruelest methods. First, you..." She spat at the stone floor beneath the Witherer's feet, then glared at Ohan, not forgetting that it was the female Orcs who captured her. "Then her..."

Nathanos stood silently. There was no need to deny the facts. Onyxia had been defeated by Ohan and tortured by the Valkyr. The Black Dragon Princess would never forget, even if it took ten thousand years.

"Unless I allow it, you will never be free," Nathanos said, then chuckled. "But you're right, if you have no use, the Forsaken no longer need you. I might have already ordered you to be sent to my apothecary, Nathos, to experiment on you. Thankfully, I haven't had the time to give that order. And now, your value will be expanded to infinity." The Witherer's gaze locked onto his son. "Onyxian is a powerful Twilight Dragon, he has strength comparable to Guardian Dragons ... but he lacks what Guardian Dragons should have."

In an instant, Onyxia understood what he intended to do. "Wh... what?" the Black Dragon Princess cried out in horror. The Witherer couldn't possibly want her with the Twilight Dragon... that was a deformed creature created by Deathwing, a monster that only devoured everything.

Onyxia desperately wanted to kill Nathanos right now. She wanted to tear him to pieces, to escape, to fly out of this prison.

"I'd rather die," she roared. "That would be better than having my body defiled by this twisted bastard."

Nathanos let out a cold, sarcastic laugh. "Stop talking nonsense, Onyxia. How many Stormwind City nobles did you sleep with when you were still Countess Katnarara Prestor? Can you even count?"

These words left the bound Onyxia speechless. It took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence that sounded slightly like a rebellion, "That doesn't mean I can be manipulated by you."

"Oh, I don't think so." Nathanos turned his head slightly to look at Onyxian. "What are you waiting for, my child?"

The words drew Onyxia's gaze to the Twilight Dragon, and she noticed that Onyxian was staring at her, so she tried to avoid his gaze. A chilling fear gripped the Black Dragon Princess's heart. She suspected that the Twilight Dragon was already plotting how to humiliate her.

After a long pause, the young human's voice rang out. "She still carries the influence of Deathwing, Father." The Twilight Dragon turned to face Nathanos, his voice devoid of emotion. "I don't think she'll obey."

"Feelings need to be nurtured, child." Nathanos patted Onyxian on the shoulder with a pleased expression. "My men are already searching for a way to get the black dragon to leave the Old Gods alone. When that time comes, she will be yours."

"I will never yield!" Onyxia spat out the words like a vow. "No matter what."

"Don't worry, Black Dragon," Onyxian's voice was dark and heavy. "Father doesn't want you to submit."

The Witherer laughed, "Anyway, it's not the kind of submission she's thinking of."