‘ your kindness shall not be forgotten. ’ spoke the blade, thusly returning to the hand of its wielder. whether it was of obsession, possession, or something else, it was clear——one needed the other. what pure chaos coursed through that wicked steel and into him, as a river of freshly-spilled blood. it was forged for killing, as a sword should ; it was not a tool for heroism, not the stuff of legends ( more so, constructed onto nightmares, to bring death to mankind ). a blade was all it was, take life with a sickening joy.
so it spoke no more between them, merely humming contently in elric’s palm. and so was he neither tool nor blade, but a piece in a game of the gods. his lungs breathed in a rush of air, body trembling, sword sleeping. though the envy did bite at him. it chewed on his thoughts, salivating greedily as it dreamt. elric wished it to pass, but he was a pawn of this chaos. what he’d held forced its way inside of him and slithered into his brain——his heart——perhaps even his soul. it made him crave the unusual, the profane, so as he’d swear it all off.
but blood never washes out so easily.
what felt like a new curse placed upon him, he says solemnly: ‘ killing is enough for the both of us. ’ a lie and how he hated it. how he hated looking at her. somewhere, sometime, did the golden luminescence of arioch glimmer in his mind: his flesh aflame, his leathery wings arching to the air, drenched in blood fit for a drowning. that grin, o cruel arioch, never leaving the lord’s face. of devotion he knew, but of her he hadn’t. only in whispers. only in rumors. nothing else was as horrid than the chaos lords, if only hadn’t questioned what spawned such beasts? ‘ the only thing i desire from you is your reprieve. ‘
THIS TIME HER LAUGHTER WAS LOUD , HOW IT’D ERUPT AND MAKE MORTAL MAN SHAKE. he would get no pardon , not from her. but she had plans for him , plans that required his beating heart and racing mind , but he would do so in pain. an endless torment that where she controlled the strings and he , a mere puppet , or so she wanted. how generous of her darling SPAWN to bring this precious , pale creature to her attention. he was beautiful in her eyes , a frail touch to him , internal deformity that thrilled her. if he wanted some blood for himself he had to BEG FOR IT , there was no other way.
’ but that is where you’re wrong-----------there is never enough. ‘ her eyes , does it not remind you ? ARE THERE NOT SIMILARITIES ? --------look closer , think harder. you KNOW who she is !
’ i’m afraid i can’t do that., pain and suffering is my pleasure. and you , my love , are so perfect i simply can’t resist. ’ a gentle sigh ‘ your sanity is wavering. hm ... so much on your mind. feelings of anguish , obsession----possession. you envy that meal. ‘
little red wisps gently caressed him , brushing up against his body and beneath his chin , as if it were her pure , raw touch. the sweet scent of concentrated blood overwhelmed the atmosphere and she did this all with reason. the scarlet woman was toying with elric , her game of temptation had begun and soon his resistance shall break. ( tick TOCK , dear wolf. ) ‘ come to me , i’ll make it all better. a meal made with love , just for you. ‘
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