The Whispers of Shadows - A&A One Shots

torture

*violence
*dark smut with weapons
*extra long one shot

With torture being a main point in Azriel's job, he spent a lot of time in that chamber. A majority of his days were spent carving and gutting those who threaten the Night Court, and he enjoyed every moment of it. The scent of blood and entrails no longer affected him, nor did the screams and broken sobs of those unlucky enough to meet the end of his knives and chains.

Aurora began to join him in that chamber, learning to enjoy the job as much as her mate. Aurora never thought inflicting pain would bring a smile to her face, but hearing someone beg for their life under her hand brought thrill like no other. Maybe it was sadistic, but the couple tortured and killed with ease.

This particular day, Aurora had been honored by taking over the job. Chains held an older male against the rock wall, his shoulder dislocated from the weight of his body being held by his wrists. His breathing was a rattle in his chest and his voice was almost nothing more than the scrape of stone.

Aurora had taken a dagger to his stomach and followed the lines of muscle, splitting them entirely. Azriel was leaned against the wall, watching her, watching the male. Aurora paid him no attention as she worked, whispering demands to the male with a dagger shoved through his skin.

"I've heard no more than that," he responded, voice low and thick with blood.

"I don't think that's right," Aurora purred, twisting the dagger before sliding it from his abdomen. He grunted and winced, squeezing his eyes closed. "You were given to us by your comrades, and before they died, they told us that you were planning an attack on the heir. Now, why would a male like you wish to kill a child?"

"He's no longer a child, he's mature," the male pushed out, straining against the surely throbbing pain throughout his entire body. Aurora clicked her tongue and lifted the blood soaked blade to his cheek.

"Child or not, he is the heir. Why would a group of males who sought out refuge from the Autumn Court come here of all places? And why would that same group have whispers of killing the heir, and then the High Lord and Lady? You have no comrades left, and you're barely hanging on. Tell us why you wanted to kill the High Family and I'll make quick work of your death."

The male said nothing, just blinked at her with glazed honey eyes. Aurora tilted her head and gave him the sweetest smile she could muster- And then the dagger went through his eye. The male screamed and writhed against the pointed wall, blood collecting where the manacles held him.

"One more chance or you will end up in a sea of monsters below this mountain. If you think this is torture, let's see what they have in store for you," Aurora snapped, dragging the blade out and wiping the blood and gore off on the strips of fabric that used to be his shirt.

"Fine, fine," he gasped out, wheezing. Aurora lifted a brow as she gazed into the bloody hole that used to be his right eye. "We were hired by a male beneath Beron to attempt the slaughter of the Night Court. Beron is unaware, but the male wanted his honor and good graces by allowing the chance of Beron to take another Court."

He could hardly speak now, his words coming out in awful sounding pants and whimpers. Aurora bit the inside of her cheek as she gazed over at Azriel. He was now standing straight, his eyes on the male.

"What was his name?" Azriel snapped. Aurora herself almost shuddered at the sound of his voice, the raw power he let out in the tone. Aurora shifted her gaze back to the male. He wouldn't last much longer, not with the amount of blood he's losing. His tan skin had already paled dramatically.

"Korbane," he coughed out, blood splattering on the stone just before Aurora. She snarled at how close it had gotten to her. In the times that Azriel taught her his ways of torture, he had also taught her how to do it with minimal blood getting on her, or none at all.