The Split Sun and The Mechanical Moon

Chapter Forty-Three: Sever, Tear, Fear.

TW: Torture

Pain. That's all I felt now, in the room I destroyed myself with my arms chained to the ground. On my knees, my face bloody and my clothes torn. Aethernick stood by, as I spit out blood from my mouth. Luka was beating me, cause I wouldn't talk.

"That's enough Luka."

He nodded, the wolf man walking backwards. Aethernick approached, sighing.

"You're making this too hard on yourself, just tell me where Dove went and I'll set you free."

I was breathing heavy, he had injected multiple serums into me to get me to talk, but I was being as resilient as I could.

"I'm not a narc, you won't get anything out of me."

"Then I suppose, I should take some drastic measures."

Nick ruffled in my hair, now finding my hidden ears and yanking them to be free. I grunted, as he now put small clips on them. They began to pulsate, which was uncomfortable at best. However, he went behind me and slid one of the gadgets down the length of my now exposed tail, which now was really annoying. I grunted, as I felt my knees buckle even on the floor. 

"Just tell me where Dove went."

"N-no."

He upped the power, a surge of tingles shot up my spine as I began to shake.

"I-I can do this all day."

Arriving on the fourth floor, we landed in a long and tall hallway. It was black, made of stone, ancient looking with a huge door at the end of it. Our footsteps echoed throughout the obsidian hall, as we stood in front of the door. 

"Should we knock?"

"It's an ancient ass stone door Brandon! What could be back there though..."

We pushed the doors open, they ground to a halt as we entered. Inside was a circular room with no other exit, it was a wreck, abandoned and desolate as stone bricks still fell from the ceiling. We looked around, but there was nothing.

"Theres no one in here, it looked like this supposed god died years ago."

I sighed, spinning around to face the door.

"Well n-"

The doors were closed, and now I looked up to see a 10 foot statue of a being look down at me. I froze, as Brandon yelled out for me.

"Dove! You went quiet, what's u- HOLY-"

The robotic man kneeled down, and now looked around my body. Gently brushing his finger along my chin and face, as if he's never seen a human. This mechanical being was silver, gold, and black, intricate plating, and lights that were dim. He was spectacle, huge shoulder pads with a golden mask over his large green eye. He spoke, his voice digital, deep, and glitchy.

"You're not from t-this world."

 "N-no... I'm not."

"You've fought countless b-battles. You've killed hundreds of p-people."

"You got all that from my chin?"

"You intruded into my home, why s-shouldn't I kill you both?"

I fell silent, as the man stood. Brandon walked up, as the man stood tall.

"You wish to know wh-who I am."