The Sacred Seven

Chapter 15 - Venom

Lillith jerked awake in a swift motion, spluttering excessive water out of her lungs. Her eyes flew open, and she started coughing uncontrollably, choking on the liquid until her airways cleared of the remining substance. She greedily inhaled a generous amount of air in inner hysteria, grasping her chest at the stabbing ache within. Her lips were tinted purple, and she looked at her rescuer with bloodshot eyes, instinctively clasping her numb fingers around her raw throat to soothe the burning throb within the walls of her exposed neck. Her irritated eyes adjusted to the silhouette leaning over her body and the bright light illuminating his figure made him look like an angel, a catastrophic image of a heavenly being who was looking down at her with livid rage.

For a second, she thought she was dead.

Her eyes widened at the flawless sculpture of his face, and she supressed the urge to run her fingers along his jaw, unsure whether he was a mere fragment of her imagination. However, the spitting image of a celestial being pulled her back into the harsh reality, taking a hold of her shirt with a mechanic grasp. Her chest was forcefully pulled off the ground and she soundlessly stared at him as if she had seen a ghost, unable to process the incidents that had affected her psyche like an avalanche dashing down onto her already fragile mind.

The boy was towering over her dainty frame with the look of a maniac, piercing her with blazing eyes that held the danger of hundreds of troops.

After such time, she knew he could possess wrath like no other, but the raw expression she encountered that day left her solidified. Her eyes were trained onto his face in fear to blink, awaiting the blizzard that stormed behind the facade of heavy silence.

That's when she realized that Tom Riddle was greater danger than the inhuman creature guarding the shore.

Lillith overlooked the droplets of water that were trickling down his curls and falling onto her face. She wasn't flustered by the way his drenched shirt stuck onto his lean body like a second skin and the way the fabric turned transparent due to the thin texture of his dress shirt.

The only thing she saw was the raging storm in the marine eyes.

Tom's body shook in absolute madness as he supported himself above the girl, digging his fingers into the clay besides her head. A conflict of emotions hollered inside his psyche like a blizzard, and he dug his nails further into the ground, shuddering with an indescribable rage.

How could she be so reckless?

One part of him wished she would have never woken up. That part reeked of bloodthirst and vengeance, craving to see the life fade away from her eyes, however the other was shivering in absolute dread at the thought of her lifeless frame floating in the blood-stained water and much to his dismay, the second part screamed louder.

The young wizard watched the ghost of a witch under him in absolute wrath, supressing the urge to wrap his hands around her neck and choke her to death until her blood vessels burst. He wished so desperately to spill her blood until it soaked the grounds of western Carpathians, rotting the soil until it swallowed her body and absorbed her rancid flash until there was nothing left but stripped bones.

He wished so badly to see her die at his will.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do any of it.

He took in every detail of her face, carving it into his brain like a sculpture of a tortured being, crafted by a delirious artist whose talent was omitted due to his rotten psyche. The lake water was dripping down her chin and her skin looked deadly pale, tinted with a shade of blue due to lack of oxygen. It lost the last hint of the lively shine, leaving her look like a corpse in the grasps of necromancy. Her eyes simultaneously held such emptiness and horror, it caused his insides to twist in dreadful pleasure and he insatiably inhaled the scent of her fear, feasting on it like the demonic being he was born to be. The white tunic clung onto her skin desperately, covering the lasts shreds of her dignity and he took notice of her hardened nipples, fighting the animalistic urge to claim her as his personal possession.