Deidre
It was wrong.
He didn't need his instinct to tell him that descending those steps was the worst thing to do right now. Still, he stared at the raw carved stone, and could not help but wonder...about him. He had a million questions to ask; how could a Demon be an Ancestral, was he really a true immortal, did he really see past Arjuna's false face? He looked down at his hands, and trembled slightly.
Despite everything, his foot landed on the first step.
The spiral staircase plunged itself into darkness, falling down beneath the earth in a slim rocky corridor dimly lit by lanterns. Deidre carefully descended each step, making his way down until it suddenly opened on a gigantic circular room, where the central pillar was separated from the entrance by a ring so deeply dug, that no end was visible to the eye.
Deidre looked at the kneeling prisoner, chained with his hands behind his back, while a big collar connected him to the walls around by several long chains. 'Binding metal' somehow, the thought was comforting...the Heretic lifted his head a little, his eyes finding him. A big smile appeared on his face, exposing his fangs "Look who's here, came to check me out better?" Deidre didn't answer, instead he looked briefly at the lever that lowered the bridge to get to the pillar...the Heretic let out a low laugh, almost like a purr "Yeah, do that, come here little immortal..."
"I am no Immortal" his voice came out sure enough to sound strong, and the Heretic raised an eyebrow at him "Whatever you are darling, I can smell the centuries on you...how long?"
Deidre gestured at him "How long?"
the Heretic tilted his head to the side as much as he could "Five hundred and twenty-two..."
Deidre furrowed in confusion, that was odd...
"Five hundred and twenty-five" he answered.
The Heretic laughed again "Vurs used to be a lot different back then, uh?"
"I...I don't remember much...about the past, the faces are just...confused."
"Oh, not the faces no...people become nothing but instants of time, and soon enough the ones you loved the most are reduced to a flicker of light, a reflection in their eyes, a note in their laugh..." Deidre looked around, if one of the guards heard them...the Heretic purred lightly "Paranoia looks good on you...I wonder if terror does too, I'd love to make you wear fear like one of those precious jewels you wear."
Deidre shook his head, remembering Grieva's words 'He's just toying with me' he looked at the Heretic straight in the eyes "How did you know what I am? How did you...know about my face?"
"Darling I told you, I can smell the time on you. And I know a shapeshifter when I see one...damn rare, but always the best in bed."
"You were nullifying my magic...how?"
He laughed again "That easy trick? Had I not been chained by those old binding things you would have been stripped in the blink of an eye" he chuckled "I would have loved to see who you are"
"No one you know."
The Heretic raised an eyebrow "But someone I might get to know? How different is your real voice, I wonder...how different is your face, what about your body? Do you even remember your real identity, or did you just set on something you like to hide the fact that you cannot remember who you are?"
Deidre bit his lip "You wonder many things..."
"My curiosity knows no boundaries"
"Then you'll be able to answer this, then..."
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The Raven Rites
FantasíaHe's a demon, he should stay away from him... But what is this feeling that eats him inside with every one of those glances? When their eyes meet, the moon turns purple. This can mean only one thing: The Demonic Egg is alive... Two unlikely allies...
