Consuming Darkness: Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 67

-Sebastian-

Pain is a bitch.

It can come in so many different forms. Physical pain is much easier to treat and recover from than mental or emotional pain. It liked to linger, an invisible pain that infected the mind over and over again. That's why it was the type I had elected to inflict on good ol' Reginald Malfoy and Ignatius Black.

They had been able to slide by for a week now without any semblance of a consequence for what they had said about Ronnie and Ominis. I had been a little preoccupied with other things, but tonight I was free and pissed off: The perfect combination.

The darkness clung to me, shrouding me like a thin, cool sheet. My tattoo hummed in anticipation, the shadows dancing along my brand and I could feel their almost giddy energy as I prepared to unleash them on the unconscious pricks. They had decided to have a little sleepover together tonight since Ignatius was a year below us, and with Ominis out doing something salacious with someone, the room was mine. The darkness was mine.

Ours.

Now stop delaying, boy.

Let us feast on their fears.

I felt a wicked smirk spread across my lips as I commanded the shadows forward. I watched them crawl along the floor and slither up their bedpost. At my beckoning they crept along their motionless bodies, coiling around their limbs, preparing to hold them in place once we took hold of their dreams and morphed them into nightmares.

There was a moment when guilt crept in, causing me to hesitate in executing my plan. Was this too much?

No! You have forgotten what they said!

Reggie and Ignatius' vile words came flooding back into my memory:

How pathetic do you have to be to pine after a Mudblood whore who has already been defiled by your best friend?

My anger swelled once more.

She must have something magical between those legs to warrant the pair of you coming so nobly to her defense!

The little pricks deserve to suffer. The small amount of guilt faded into delicious revenge.

How much would it cost to sleep with the Hero of Hogwarts?

Free if she can't fight you off!

Their words rang in my mind like poison, motivating me to drip a far more potent poison of my own into their minds.

Reggie and Ignatius inhaled the dark mist and then it covered their face, leaving only their eyes exposed. I was in their minds. They were completely at my mercy. I felt how much power I truly held at my fingertips. I could completely break them, shatter their minds entirely.

They continued to sleep, unaware of the danger that they were now utterly defenseless to.

The shadows and I flipped through their memories like a depressing storybook, pinpointing the worst and most traumatic ones. I found Reggie's first. It had been buried and shoved to the recesses of his mind in hopes of never being relived. I ripped it to the forefront of his mind, tearing through any weak defense he had in place.

Then I watched, along with Reginald, the most traumatic thing he had lived through. We watched a younger, maybe eleven-year-old, Reggie play near a cliff with his older brother. His brother decided to use his wand to throw stones at Reggie.

He pleaded with his brother to stop as he fought back tears because, to the Malfoys, tears meant weakness. Then one of the stones struck him in the head, causing his brow to split, and blood dripped down his pale skin as his brother's laugh pierced the air. He was always mean to Reggie. Bullying him, hurting him, cursing him, and he had enough.