Évrard D'Aboville has been the lethal left hand of King Sabien Arceneaux for centuries. Using his deadly skills, he's indiscriminately killed and maimed at his master's behest. He had never once been disobedient. That is until he was asked to kill a...
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Évrard D'Aboville-The Creature
My hands squeezed the headrest on either side of the aisle. My nails bite through the material as if it were constructed of tissue paper. I held on, not for the need to steady myself while turbulence shook the aircraft. No, I held on to keep myself from tearing Gaius apart. And in that very process destroying this entire airborne vessel.
I eyed him with his hand still possessively at her waist. I contemplated the manner of his destruction. This wasn't the first time, to be sure. But now I really gave it some thought.
What I wouldn't give for an execution wheel. Taking a mallet to his legs, shattering the long bones, then his pelvis, moving higher and higher as I worked my way up. Then as tradition demands, I would reposition him, so his heels came to the back of his neck like a bloody contortionist. Then I'd leave him there to bleed out.
If only that were enough to do away with the Sod. Let us talk of death and Ancients. Omnes Una Manet Nox (One night awaits everyone). And Gaius would soon find his if he didn't remove that bloody hand.
My lips pulled to an involuntary sneer. Fear, I saw it in her eyes but only amusement in his. Damn that man!
One night awaits us all. Horace once opined this, and he would know. He was one of our very best. The same way Ancients come in a variety that branches the possibility of existence. So... we go by the same varied and exotic manners.
I can't tell you what manner kills what breed. That would take a bit of doing. But it's often in the weaponry. A spear dating back to Kemet tipped with copper, crude arsenic, lead, and opium can kill a great deal of us, including that Tosser.
Any sword wielded by the mighty Vercingetorix himself would do the job. Gaelic axes, when crafted proper- point being with the right tool we go and quite easily. Whether it's by pierced heart or giving into the chop-head gone. Bodies dead. Spirits flown. Got it? Good. I know a bit about it because well you know why.
Of course, some of us are stubborn. For the hard dying like myself, it will take both a spell and a ritualistic tearing apart. Suffering so cruel that it wills the spirit in question out of the body and finally onward. Hence those would-be hunters threatening to dissect me with a Gaelic axe. As if they ever could.
