I'm 200% certain that I can finish it and get it published. I'm using a writing guide thing which is amazingly helpful and I'm getting through it quickly. That's all I'll bother to say for now. I'll put a sample below, but I don't really expect very many of you to read it.

Chapter One
He was dead if he fought back and he was dead if he didn't. It was then that Cyril knew that he would not get out of the chamber alive.
Squinting with pain, the elderly man could only just make out the fist of his aggressor before it collided with his face. His body crumpled under the sheer force of the blow and a sneering face appeared in his line of vision.
"Pathetic." The voice rang out through the hall, echoing off of the circular walls of the Lords chamber. "High Lord Cyril, reduced to nothing. Where is your brother now, my lord?"
Cyril tried to respond, but his efforts were met with a sharp kick into his lower jaw. Though his vision was blurred, he could hear the heavy panting of his attackers pet, inches from his face.
"Get away from the poor man, Sek." came the voice again. "Leave him to die in his own self pity."
Slowly, the heavy breathing got quieter and Cyril could hear the beast moving away from him. Now was his opportunity.
"Leave me Graham." he whispered, as loudly as his crippled body would allow. "I have no quarrel with you."
His words were met with an icy mocking laugh. Graham held his hand out to the old man as if he were to help him up and, when it was not taken, punched him hard in the side of the face. Cyril watched as droplets of his own blood splattered onto Grahams otherwise impeccable suit. He let out a coarse laugh as his attacker pulled him to his feet.
"Always there, weren't you Cyril? Watching me, always suspecting me of something. Never wanted me on the council. Bad mistakes Cyril. Very bad." There was an obvious mocking tone in the mans voice and, to his horror, Cyril realised that his assailant was deriving pleasure from torturing him.
"I know what you want Graham." coughed Cyril. He could feel blood beginning to clot in his veins, even as he spoke. "You won't make it. You won't even -"
Graham threw him harshly to the floor and placed his foot onto the older mans chest. White wings erupted from the back of his suit through carefully designed slits, as if to demonstrate his power. That was when Cyril saw the beast. Standing a few meters behind Graham, was a one of the most horrific creatures ever to grace the earth. It stood at least a meter and a half tall and resembled some sort of large canine. Its cold, black eyes stared relentlessly, as if boring into Cyril's soul. There was no mistaking the oversized fangs, blood red fur and barbed tail. He was looking at a creature of the labyrinth.
"Dinner time, Sek" smiled Graham and glared down at Cyril. It was then that Cyril knew he was gazing into the cold eyes of Hell itself. Seconds later, the monster was on top of him.
Minutes later, all the remained was a bloody pulp of a once noble lord, ravaged by one of the creatures he had fought so hard to destroy.