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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter XV | Hellion
Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI
Word Count: 4,047
Warnings: Physical violence, abusive sexual situations, murder, gore.
A/N: The italics indicate the flashbacks to events in the last two previous chapters.
The birds.
They chirped with sweet joy as the sun had taken its place in the blue skies above.
Not a care in the world.
No worries, or fears.
Dion couldn’t hear them in his office, but that is what he imagined.
After all, that’s what birds would normally do on a day like today.
All he heard was the screech of his chair from under his desk upon the wooden floors.
“Now then...”.
Mammon rose his gaze toward Ulldor as he took his seat in the chair.
“Why don’t you start from the beginning?”
Dion’s gaze lowered back toward the floor before they darted to the empty spot on the couch next to him.
The ash from his ravishing redhead’s cigarette still in the ashtray on the end table from the night before.
The beginning of the end.
12:15 am.
Twisting the lock to Dion’s office door, Birdie stood facing the mahogany in silence.
Her hand lazily placed atop the handle.
She didn’t want to turn toward the man behind her.
The man that nearly blew her brains to out of her skull all over the fine plush sofa she was just sitting upon.
This wasn't the first time he ever pulled his gun on her.
Hey...it was part of the business.
But this time...
This time...it actually hurt.
To be apart of this world...to have this profession...you had to be on top of your game. You were either the user or the used.
Birdie was not the user...she was the bottom. Daddy’s safe net.
Keep him whole, keep his organization afloat, keep him on top.
And Dion loved her for that...but he couldn’t love her too much...or let her forget that the bottom was still his bitch.
Birdie hadn’t forgotten.
But it wasn't uncommon for a bottom bitch to want more.
Birdie’s ticket to more was Dion committing to his love, but seeing his greed get in the way...nothing hurt the bottom bitch more than to be thrown back to the slums.
And that’s what he wanted now...because of that silver headed brat.
“How would Alcercapt be the footnote”, Birdie started as she continued to face the door, “if the Pythoness is that Chancellor’s prize?”
“We can work around that, my dear”.
Removing his tie, he turned toward his redhead maiden, basking in the view of her fine physique in her green corset, and the perfect circumference of her rear.
“Have you any doubt?”, the man asked, his voice taking a light sensual tone.
“No”, the woman answered sternly merely trying not to anger him, to which Dion seemed very well aware, but didn’t really mind in this particular moment.
“You sound like you’re just saying that...did I upset my beautiful bird?”, Dion’s voice full of lust and false remorse.
Birdie didn’t respond. She could hear the soles of his dress shoes against the wooden floors as he approached her, followed by the unbuckling of his belt.
Birdie still remained firm. Never even turning to view the aroused man behind her.
Dion had known for years how to get around Birdie’s defenses. She wasn’t as susceptible to following his direct orders all the time, but her general devotion to him helped him look past that...though he still would end up getting what he wanted either way.
“I asked you a question, my pet”, the man rose the woman’s dress gripping onto her bare ass with enough force to cause Birdie’s muscles to tense.
“Y’know I don’t like when you point that thing at me...”, Birdie softly spoke.
“I know, my dear...”, the man sighed. Biting his lip as he rubbed himself upon the redhead’s rear end. “But my beautiful bird has to understand one thing”.
Clasping his hand over her mouth quickly before her wail could escape her lungs, Dion hissed into Birdie’s ear. “I’m in charge...”.
2:57 am.
Birdie was far too dazed to care about the puddle of saliva that was collecting at her bare knees.
The lack of oxygen making her eyes nearly burst from her skull.
Every solitary fiber of her throat ravaged to Dion’s sadistic pleasure. Every tear from her eye only increasing his urgency and his pace prolonging her dizziness and pain.
His groans of delight as his grip upon her beautiful strawberry peach locks tightened accelerating Birdie’s distress...but that’s how he liked it.
That was his favorite view of her.
On her knees, at his mercy, like the bitch she was.
Yes...Birdie was his bitch. Like Muerlin was going to be his bitch.
Birdie was his love. Muerlin was his power.
Love was submissive to power.
The thought of Muerlin...in his grasp like this...making the Chancellor green with envy...watching his come undone as he unfolded his precious prize before him like the bitch he would soon make her...
...filled Birdies tender throat to maximum capacity before shoving her the floor to take in the view of his damsel in distress.
He adored seeing her at her worst.
Naked. Bruised. Vulnerable. Her disheveled hair. Her bloodshot eyes. The tears drenching her bright pink freckled cheeks, her lips dripping with his excess essence she wasn’t able to keep down. Her bosom bouncing as she gasped heavily for air.....the fear in her eyes...knowing that he could do it again.
It drove him mad.
But once was enough for his bird of paradise.
He looked toward the clock on his mantle.
3:10 am.
“You may go now. Hurry before the girls see you like this”, he instructed coldly, returning to his desk lightning a cigarette.
A few moments passed before the exasperated Birdie stood from the floor, her entire body aching. Every hole burning viciously with soreness.
Refusing to look at her ravager, Birdie follows her instruction, picking up her clothes before slowly leaving the room.
Leaving Dion staring at the crackling fire, anxiously awaiting his soon rise to power.
“Hmph”, Ulldor lightly chuckled at Dion’s story.
“Sounds like you had a good night”.
Mammon didn’t respond.
“It’s such a shame she had to suddenly leave us...she sounded like a pleasant ‘bird’”, Ulldor teased much to Dion’s dismay.
Noticing Dion’s fist beginning to tense...
“Now, now...you cannot be angry at me for this”.
“Dion’s gaze retuned to the empty cushion next to the ashtray.
“I did not tell you to kill her”.
6:23 am.
“I see”.
Dion still firmly planted in his chair responded over his telephone. The fire still providing the only sound within the room.
“I can assure the Chancellor he has nothing less than my undying devotion and loyalty”.
He takes a sip of his drink, his grasp upon the cup tightening.
“Of course, this is just a mere hiccup. Some roach trying to smear my good name into the mud”.
His stare intense toward the fire.
“Yes, it will be dealt with”.
A twitch of his brow.
“...understood. Well, I shall see you soon, then...au revoir”.
Dion placed the phone back to it’s rightful position, taking a final slow, graceful swig of his drink before abruptly hurling his glass into the flames before him.
Inhaling deeply to regain his calm, he picked up the phone once more placing it upon his ear, pushing one single button that read “Line 1″.
After a pause...
“Birdie...my love, good morning”, his sweet, gentlemanly tone floating through the line. “I don’t suppose you would be so kind as to drop by my office in 10? I would love to have a word with that beautiful face of yours”.
A small smile stretched against his face.
“Thank you, my dear”.
After 10 minutes, on the dot, a now freshly pressed and radiant Birdie waltzed in to a Dion now fully dressed, bathed and fragranced. His usual dapper rapport. Perched on the edge of his desk, his arms folded.
Birdie, still lightly fumed from her session with him merely some hours before, offered a kind smile nonetheless only to be greeted by a cold stare.
“Mornin’, baby”, Birdie chirped in the most lighthearted tone. “What can I do for you?”
“Shut the door, please”, he firmly commanded. Though a light anxiousness rose into the woman’s core, she obeyed.
Once she returned her gaze toward the man, he was gesturing her to come closer with his finger. She obeyed.
The anxiety rising in her gut was only slightly halted once he lifted a new glass toward her face. “Make daddy a drink, will you sweets?”
The woman merely answered with a light nod before taking the glass in hand and pouring the rich brown liquid, enough for about a shot.
“Somethin’ the matter, baby?”, the woman asking, deep concern in her voice as she handed him the glass.
To which Dion immediately proceeded to down his shot before shattering the glass against the woman’s head, slicing her flesh and she tumbled to the floor.
A light shrill echoed throughout the room.
Birdie left crawling on the floor in shock from this sudden attack, begins to uncontrollably weep as her attacker approaches her, as calm and collective as ever, slowly removing his belt.
“You tell me, my little bird?”, he sighed as his stood above her.
Birdie still left attempting to crawl away as she noticed the man wrapping his belt around his fist.
“Dion...baby...please”, Birdie whimpered as he continued to approach her.
“General Caligo Ulldor just called me”, Mammon began to explain. “Apparently...he had been fed intel of the Pythoness being here”.
Birdie began to turn her gaze to view him.
“As well...as my plans to make her my bitch!”, Dion shouted before slamming his leather belt down on Birdie’s thigh.
A pained shriek escaping her lungs.
“Now...”, Dion continued, “...as I recall...the only two people in this world that knew of this were you...and I. So question is...”.
Mammon flips Birdie on her back with his foot.
“...how did Ulldor find out...?”
“Baby, I swear I didn’-”.
“Take off your clothes”, Dion cut the woman off, his tone forceful and harsh.
“Baby, please, I wouldn’t-”.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, love”, Dion’s light tone frightening the woman before she obeyed.
Not leaving her spot on the floor, she stripped herself down in front of her attacker, his eyes only fixated on her body. Not once on her eyes.
“You know...one thing he actually informed me off during our little talk was...that whomever tipped him off sent him a tape...”, Dion continued explaining. “And somehow...they were stupid enough to leave their initials on the tape”, Mammon chuckled lightly.
Birdie remained silent. Her fear racing through her entire body.
“S.R.”, Dion shook his head. “Oh...Strelitzia Reginae....”.
Birdie’s eyes widened.
“...My Bird of Paradise”.
“Dion, baby, pleas-AUGH!!!”, her screamed echoed through the walls as Dion furiously wailed on the tormented woman with his belt.
Leaving welts upon bruises he left mere hours before.
Not giving any attention to how loud the crashes upon her flesh were mixed with her pained wails as he viciously scolds her.
“I GIVE YOU FOOD!!!”
The girls in the other rooms crying in sadness and fear as they listened to their beloved Birdie’s shrieks.
“I GIVE YOU A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD!!!”
Blood began to spill from her bruises as Mammon continued his assault.
“I GIVE YOU MY LOVE!!!”
His rage boiling his very core.
“AND THIS HOW YOU REPAY ME!!!”
The cracks of the belt sharp against Birdie’s tender flesh.
“WITH BETRAYAL!!!! LIES!!! DISLOYALTY!!!!”
Finally, he ceased his attack...his arm growing tired. He panted heavily as he took in the view of his exhausted redhead.
Naked, beaten and bruised...bloodied...afraid...
He bit his lip as his pants began to tighten against his growing erection.
“Y’know...”, Dion’s calm demeanor returning, “it’s so inconvenient...when during a punishment...you become the most beautiful”.
Birdie didn’t speak. Merely sobbed in fear.
“Turn over”, the man instructed softly.
Knowing she was far too weak to do so herself, Mammon planted a solid kick to her ribcage coaxing her to do so.
His steel toed shoe sending a heavy cry from her lungs as it cracked her bones.
Once on her stomach, Dion made quick work of his zipper before straddling her to where the base of her ass rested against his clothed thighs.
Her bitter sobs filling Mammon with adrenaline as he vigorously slapped the woman’s bare tender rear with his solid member.
If Dion had proven anything this day, it was his complete disregard for the intense pain coursing through Birdie’s body as he intruding into her ass with such fervor, her bloodcurdling screams merely sent him into an unholy sadistic delight.
The slapping flesh and tormented howls of their beloved Birdie burrowed into the girls’ fragile hearts.
Knowing there was nothing they could do that wouldn’t result in them receiving punishment themselves other than sitting silently and hope that Dion would show sympathy toward his personal favorite and not hurt her too badly.
As unlikely as that seemed.
20 minutes of this made it certain.
Dion was enjoying this far too much to decide to go easy now.
This was not love. This was power.
He basked in his dominance over his bottom bitch as he tore her insides apart.
Ripping pure flesh like it meant nothing.
For in this moment, she meant nothing.
She was nothing.
Nothing but his tool to use as he saw fit.
This is what it felt like to be the man that owned the Pythoness.
All were beneath him. Even his love.
As the power consumed him, mixed with the collection of tears upon the floor and the screams erupting from those rose red lips, Dion beamed in his euphoria pulling away to watch his essence seep from Birdie’s swollen rectum.
As he returned to his stance, marveling in his masterpiece, he became perplexed. Unnerved.
Her porcelain body coated in black, blue and red. Trembling in fear and pain. Each movement intensifying the pain. Unable to move. Paralyzed.
Broken.
He wanted to ruin her. Ruin his view of her. His girls’ view of her. Turn her into a worthless bitch unworthy of fucking.
But after all of that...he realized...
....this was the Birdie he loved most.
He wanted to hate her, but hating her into oblivion only made him desire her more...he couldn’t shake it...
...and it infuriated him.
“You fuckin’ whore...”, he hissed to the broken woman on his floor. “YOU FUCKIN’ WHORE!!!”, he shouted as he clutched onto a wad of her silky strawberry locks.
A sharp shriek filling the room.
“This is the price you will pay...”, Mammon growled into her ear before he proceeded to drag her out of his office.
The slam of the door against the wall startling the girls as they began pouring into the hallway to witness their beloved Birdie.
Naked, bloodied and clawing at Dion’s hand and wrist as he dragged her about the manor.
Pleading for her life while protesting her innocence knowing deep down there was not a thing her girls could and would do to aid her without possibly suffering the same fate.
Her screams sending the girls into sobbing messes as they helplessly watched the once ravishing redhead be dragged down the south hall.
It didn’t take long for Birdie realize where they were as they made their way through the corridors.
She had never came to this side of the manor.
She only ever instructed Galahd to come this way when she needed some Imperial trash taken out.
There were no doors down this hall. Merely steel plates for walls and a single row of lights.
The plush color palette of the rest of the manor slowly becoming further and further away.
The closer they got to their destination, Birdie could hear the hisses, snarls and growls.
Once they passed the hatch where Galahd would dump the trash, Birdie’s panic reached 100%. Her screams and clawing more desperate.
The sounds growing louder and louder to the point that Birdie knew they were just in front of the door.
“WAIT, please!”, Birdie cried so heavily, “you don’t have to do this....I swear it wasn’t me! I’m not S.R.!!”
For the first time, Dion actually decided to listen.
“Who is it then?”, his voice monotoned, yet clearly hoping she would give him an answer.
“I don’t know”, she admitted in shame.
With a light sigh, Dion released the battered woman. Gently lifting her to her feet in front of him.
Carefully caressing her bare body as he stared deeply into her sweet eyes.
“My Birdie...my beam of light”.
In this moment...Birdie, for the first time in all their years, felt Dion’s love as he placed a tender kiss upon her crimson lips.
There was no intrusion of his tongue...just affection.
Placing his forehead against hers and his palm against her heart, Birdie could see the tears wielding in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, my love...”, the man whispered.
“I forgive y-”.
A solid push against Birdie’s chest released a gasp from her lungs as she tripped backward into a black abyss.
“No, WAIT!”, Birdie screamed reaching toward the man before her, but with one swift slide of the door and twist of the lock, she was trapped.
Her screams and pounding against the titanium door were futile as Dion placed the hand he pushed her with upon the cold metal.
“Goodbye, my beautiful bird...”, he whispered against the blockade savoring his final moments with the love of his life. “You will live on in the Pythoness”.
In the abyss, a sudden hiss sliced through Birdie’s pounding and screaming followed by a low growl.
Her eyes soon adjusted to the dark as she slowly turned to see what lurked behind her, trembling in terror as she noticed an endless horde of bright yellow eyes and razor sharp teeth.
It didn’t take any time at all for the bloodcurdling shrieks to erupt from behind the door as well as the sound of tearing flesh and crushing bones as the swarm of albinogins feasted on their helpless prey.
But as quickly as the screaming started, was just about how long it took for them to cease only leaving the sound of the feast.
And with the ceased screams, were Dion’s tears as he fixed his attire and hair before turning his heel toward the opposite direction of the hallway.
Burying his precious bird...and his memory of their love.
Or so he thought...
8:31 am.
Dion continued to stare at the cushion next to him.
He thought he could forget her...thought he could toss her to the wolves and feel nothing, but the pain he felt was far greater than anything he felt...
...and Ulldor was enjoying this far more than he could bare.
“Honestly, Mammon”, Ulldor scoffed. “This barbaric profession of yours...you cannot hope to truly find love. Let alone keep it”, he chuckled at Dion’s despair. “Why, a man of your standing falling for a simple whore, did you believe to ride into the sunset on a white pony and build a life together? Pathetic...”.
As Dion began to reach for his pistol growing fed up with Ulldor’s cross words...
“Now, now”, a charmingly slimy voice sliced through the tension. Upon viewing the source actually increased the tension.
“That will be more than enough bloodshed for today”, Ardyn let himself in.
“C..Chancellor Izunia”, Dion’s voice shook as he removed his hand from his pistol.
“General Ulldor, would you mind not rattling Mr. Mammon? He has just suffered a terrible loss”, Ardyn asked with false remorse that almost sounded like teasing.
“Hmph”, Ulldor stands from the desk making his way out the door leaving the Chancellor with the somber Dion on the couch.
“My, my...”, Ardyn chuckles before casually taking his spot upon the front of Dion’s desk. “What a day you’ve had”.
“Yes...it’s been...eventful”, Dion attempted to recollect his normal gentlemanly demeanor.
“First, you were accused of stealing my Muerlin from under my nose by an anonymous tipper, then your prize whore is fed to the pets. Of course, you did the last thing on your own accord”, the man smirked.
“Yes...Birdie was...my dearest love, but such ridiculous accusations cannot go unaddressed”, Dion spot lightheartedly. “It had to be done, I’m afraid”.
“That is true”, Ardyn seemingly agreed.
“Unless...”, his tone lowering to a low growl, “...you do have my Muerlin”, the Chancellor’s glare locked upon the timid man on the couch. “For which I am not fully convinced that S.R. lied of your intent”.
The finely pressed man began to sweat over his thin mustache.
“I assure you, Chancellor Izunia”, the man fibbed, “what Birdie told you...it was all lies”.
“I’m honestly not so sure that your precious bird was even the culprit here, Mr. Mammon”, Ardyn stood from his seat heading toward the door.
Dion confused by his comment.
“You see...I know how these establishments work, Mr. Mammon”, the Chancellor chuckled. “The loyalty of these simple whores is...juvenile, to say the least. But the bond between a man and his prime...that...is not a loyalty easily shaken”.
“Well...I did always say that Birdie wasn’t like any other whore”, Dion sighed.
“Maybe so...but I cannot imagine someone of her standing could make such an amateur mistake at ratting herself out”, Ardyn continued. “Especially, having to have known the consequences. A prime whore has to be mindful of these thing”.
“What’re you insinuating?”, Dion curiously asked the Chancellor.
“That someone intelligent enough to keep an unholy place like this afloat, wouldn’t test such an idiotic stunt for mere fortune...I believe you were made by someone much more clever...someone that knew you would be so confident in their trust...or fear of you that you would never suspect”, the slimy Chancellor grinned at the befuddled man. “...yet someone so vengeful...that they would go that extra mile...just to see you hurt”.
Dion had nothing to say. He couldn’t think of anyone that could’ve possibly wanted Birdie dead that badly...he felt vulnerable at the mere thought of his mind being warped by such manipulation.
It made him sick.
“Also...if I may ask, what time did you and Birdie start last night?”
“Not long after midnight...until a little after 3”, Dion answered suspiciously.
“Interesting...how impressive for a mere bottom whore to have recorded and delivered such an elaborate message at 1:30 am. While being played with by her master...”, Ardyn lightly hissed.
Dion’s eyes now saucers.
“...where is my Muerlin, Mr. Mammon?”
9:02 am.
Dion escorted the Chancellor to the room he assigned to her on the second floor.
After knocking upon the door and receiving no answer, Dion noticed the door was already unlocked.
Shoving the door open, Dion was paralyzed by the sight before him.
The room was bare.
Completely.
The bed was made, everything was in its rightful spot.
As if not a single soul had been in here.
“GALAHD!!!”, Dion called out to his servant whom he assigned to watch her.
No answer.
“GALAHD!!!”, he called once more, exiting the room and looking down the halls.
Still no answer.
Knowing how sneaky she was, Dion turned back into the room to see if she had slipped past him somehow.
No one.
“...no...”, Dion mumbled under his shaky breath. “...this can’t be...that little bitch...”.
“Pardon me, Mr. Mammon...”, Ardyn calmly interrupted his panic, only to make it worse as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. “...but who is Galahd...?”
The next morning...
“Alright...”, Muerlin’s voice echoed throughout the cavern.
“The Empire will be here in 30 minutes and I only need about 10 to get out of here before they show”.
Muerlin’s back toward the caverns exit.
“So you’re going to spend the next 20 telling me who you really are...”, Muerlin instructs are she slowly lifts her hand, sparks twinkling between her fingers, “...before I tear you in half”.
The girl before her only releasing a light sigh in light vexation of her defeat, her milky grey gaze rising to Muerlin’s teal orbs.
“Fair enough”.
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