Fifth Lord

Chapter 3

Corvus' gaze did not leave the floor, held in place by the leeching control that Miranda held over the thing in her chest. Blood sluggishly dripping down her face from her hairline, pooling at her chin before falling into a growing puddle on the floor.

Heavy booted footsteps clunked across the floor, the grating of metal against wood echoing in the hollow church moving slowly towards the dais.

A rough hand grasped her hair, her face being twisted to look from the floor into the large lenses of the gray haired lord. His wolfish grin clashing with her dead eyes reflected in the beetle black lenses. With his off hand he takes a drag with his cigar, leaving it between his teeth as he smears some of the blood across her face.

Her hair being released from his grasp, she did not look back to the floor. Instead, she continued to look forward.

He chuckled, it sounded sharp and distorted, and patted her on the head. His gloved hand coming away with a smear of blood. He paused before wiping the offending appendage on his coat, "You'll do fine."

With that, he was roughly shoved across the dais as Lady Dimitrescu loomed over her. "She is mine Heisenberg, Mother Miranda has decreed it and so it shall be done," golden eyes drilled into her hollowing sockets as her neck was wrenched out of its range of motion, a crunch and a sickening pop as vertebrae were ground against each other before slipping out of place.

The white robed woman did not care for the pain she caused as taloned claws started to dig into the flesh at Corvus' shoulder.

Corvus let out a feral hiss, moving to bite at the hand with blunt bloody teeth, her body reacting with animalistic abandon to the new pain no longer restrained by the ebbing hold that was Mother Miranda's presence.

Her teeth snapped on empty air, no longer blunt but sharp and lethal against the stale of the rotting church. The sharp hand of Dimitrescu retracted, the paint of Corvus' blood staining her lips as had thousands of others. Her face scrunched in disgust but her eyes flared with curiosity.

The rending of metal from the rusting fixtures stopped any further commentary from the lady. "Now Now Alcina, Miranda said she is yours to house not to feed."

"Shut it you impudent imbecile, you haven't earned the right to call me by my name nor to interrupt me."

"You stupid bitch, I'm trying to help you!" Gesturing to Corvus with his hammer, the sleeve of his coat riding up to reveal thick roping scars wrapping around his arm as if it has been severed and reattached over and over waiting until the wounds had healed just to do it all over again.

"Oh? You're calling me the bitch?" She let out a cold laugh stalking towards him, bending down to look him in the eye. "Run along to your factory with your tail between your legs. Don't you have a project for Mother to be working on?"

Snarling with rage, he locked eyes with Corvus before storming from the church. Wild howls overlapping, echoing, across the walls from the creatures ledges high above the dais left with him.