The cold

Wicked games

The boy stood against the corner of the room shivering. His lord was angry, very angry. He hunched a bit, trying to make himself smaller ,hoping his lord would take pity. It was his fault, of course, his lord was never wrong, his lord even let him live after killing almost everyone in his small village, an act of kindness by his lord. He was ashamed of himself , all he had to do was find the blood stone for his lord. His lord even helped him a bit, securing a job as a servant in the palace where the stone was supposedly hidden. After searching high and low for a whole month, the boy still had no clue where the stone was. The screech of the whip cutting through the air alerted the boy to his punishment. He stood still, trying his best to silence his need to scream, not even trying to move away or block the oncoming whip, not wanting to prolong the pain. He let his mind take him to another place, a place where the pain would only be a numb ache.

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 Nerezza was one of the fey from the unseelie court that Damien would refer to as almost nice. Her niceness was quite a surprise considering she was an attorcroppe, a type of fey generally characterized as highly malicious or snake like. She didn't mind it much, she knew she was no saint , not when it was quite a struggle to not give in to her thirst for blood.

Nerezza sighed , a little annoyed by the untimely summon by Damien. She could of course ignore it but in the end, curiosity was one of her fatal flaws. She walked into the castle , head held high, not that it made a difference since the pesky humans could only see what she wanted them to. None of them payed heed to her. It was rather amusing, she could waltz into the palace and kill the entire  royal family and not one guard would turn a head. Once again she felt the familiar thirst, the raw excitement , the power she held over a life. She sighed, today was not the day for that,  she wouldn't do anything to put at risk the stability of one of the  few places that were neutral, pledged neither to the Seelie or Unseelie court. She sighed, perhaps another time , when the star was aligned in her favor. For now she would quench her thirst by taking another life....perhaps a prisoner or two, people that wouldn't be missed.

She entered Damien's study, staring at the rather disorderly table. She hated a mess ,even her kills were rather clean. She stared at Damien expectantly , perhaps the princeling needed her help, for  something interesting like making his brother's sleep a little more permanent. She licked her lips at the thought, killing Abbadon could be quite challenging.

Damien felt quite disturbed at the look on Nerezza's face. This seemed like a bad idea the more he thought about it. Aroc had outright refused when asked to keep an eye on Neil and for some reason he thought it would be a good idea for a powerful fey like Nerezza to keep an eye on the boy . It looked like a silly idea now but he went along with it. As inclined to do bad as Nerezza was , he knew that the words spoken in the room wouldn't see the light of the day elsewhere. 

Nerezza laughed darkly, her face lighting up in wicked glee. "It isn't often that I'm asked to babysit, young prince...I would normally let someone who talks to me this way feel the kiss of my blade.... but one can't do that to you, now ,can they ? Belladur's son, you say?...Interesting! It would perhaps be quite fun. Now, remove that look from your face, princeling , I will not kill the boy, at least not until he's become powerful enough to make the whole thing fun.Guess I'll pretend to be human for a little while. " Damien gulped. Well the whole thing did go according to plan.

 Nerezza left the same way she arrived. Unnoticed and unheard. It amused her how blind human's were, how they managed to not notice the fact that they weren't alone. Now she'd get to take the game further , in the royal palace to boot.

She entered the lands that belonged to the  Unseelie court, a wicked smirk playing on her lips . A large crowd gathered in the arena , excited to see Rudh's execution. There were very few crimes that one would get punished for in the Unseelie court, one of which was to attempt to dethrone the black queen Ballona . Which was why executions such as these were quite rare. Nerezza didn't pity the man, she didn't pity people who tried to play the game unprepared, and Rudh was clearly unprepared, with no connections or powerful contacts whatsoever. Even Nerezza wouldn't try her cards against Ballona. 

The black queen arrived in a chariot made of bones and driven by threstals, wearing a cloak of swirling souls. The shadows danced around her, a dance of chaos and death. One couldn't hear a single noise as she arrived , the general crowd silenced by fear. Nerezza smiled. She loved the scent of fear, she did not fear the black queen, she despised her .  The shrill cry of a banshee pierced the air, breaking the unnatural silence. The queen chuckled. Banshees were generally known to wail upon foreseeing death and Rudh was so obviously going to die. But it was not Rudh's death that the banshee foresaw, the banshee kept this information to herself though, she liked her boring solitary life .

Shrill screams pierced the air for the second time, screams of pain . The screams dragged on for many hours , every inch of Rudh's life slowly, painfully drained from him. There was a pause between every lick of the whip doused in a serum that made the ordeal a whole lot more painful. The warning sent out that night was as clear as day...it wasn't wise to play with the queen.

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