Keep marching forward // Dnd stories/oneshots

Right Now, You're Mine

Ar'eth was quickly growing tired of the tiefling that it'd locked away in a cell, he just so happened to be good bait for what it needed.

Ar'eth walked down the hall, stopping at Tekoa's cell and looking in to see the unconscious tiefling. It scoffed at the sight; it had told Seraphina to play nice – clearly something she was incapable of doing.

It wasn't a fan of people who couldn't follow simple orders, Tekoa needed to be alive enough by the time that group of brats showed up so that Ar'eth could see the hope leave their eyes when it killed him.

The cell creaks as he enters, truthfully, he'd rather if Tekoa was anything but a tiefling. It made its skin crawl and his brow furrow – tieflings were needlessly difficult and stubborn, and this tiefling was no different.

Tekoa had been fraternizing with Kalroth, and if he couldn't get Lev then the tiefling was the best choice.

This one hadn't even attempted to fight back, but his sibling had. It wondered how long it would take Kinshu to realise how stupid that was.

Ar'eth leaned down and put his hand under Tekoa's chin, lifting the tieflings head. It was a pretty sight – the tieflings face bruised and bloody. That didn't stop Ar'eth from being ticked off that it wasn't his doing. Tekoa slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he grew accustomed to the light, after being under the darkness spell for so long it wasn't shocking his eyes would strain.

When the tiefling finally made eye contact with Ar'eth he practically threw himself backwards, moving his head away from Ar'eth's grasp. Tekoa glares up at him, his voice is hoarse from the pain he'd been enduring here.

"Don't fucking touch me."

Ar'eth merely laughed at that, for someone who came from a wealthy family the tiefling was vulgar. Its laugh was empty as it stood up and walked around the cell. Letting its hands graze the walls.

"Don't you think you should watch your language, Dear?" it says, staring directly at Tekoa and smiling.

He heard a grumble from the tiefling before Tekoa spoke to it "I don't have to; you don't deserve respect."

This was why it didn't like Tieflings, stubborn to a fault. Where was the self-preservation? It annoyed it. It walked back over to Tekoa, grabbing onto his horns.

"Let me ask you this, Tekoa, how much do you like your horns?"

No matter how well he tried to hide his fear, Ar'eth could tell. Tekoa swallowed however and responded, "How much do you like yours?"

Bad idea.

Ar'eth smile dropped, it gripped onto Tekoa's horns tighter. He has no right to point that out. He saw Tekoa grit his teeth, trying to ignore what Ar'eth was doing.

"Ha...touchy subject?" what a stupid, stupid boy.

Even Kalroth wasn't this stupid.

Ar'eth let go of the tieflings horns, but it wasn't time for Tekoa to be relived, not when Ar'eth went to the corner of the cell and picked up his hand axe.

Ar'eth didn't say anything as he walked over to Tekoa, nor did the tiefling manage to get another word out before Ar'eth swung. The axe dug into the left horn, so Ar'eth swung repeatedly.

Manically, the screams were beautiful, he wanted to hear more. The sobbing and screaming coming from the tiefling made it feel dizzy.

When it inevitably dropped the axe and kicked it to the corner Tekoa was shaking, he was crying. A mess of a man.

Ar'eth grabbed onto Koa's hair and made him look up at him "Never, ever, mention anything like that again." Ar'eth says before letting go and watching as Tekoa's head falls.

It picked up the remains of the horns off the ground, smiling to itself. The sounds truly were amazing.

He should do this again.

As it left, he could hear Tekoa crying. It made Ar'eth feel warm, such a pleasant feeling. He wanted to soak in that feeling for longer, but he had things to do.

It'd be back to check on Tekoa soon enough.