Exquisite Pain (Garmau)

Chapter 38 What's Happening?

When I'm with her, even my demons dress up for dinner and behave.
~The Poetry Bandit
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(Aphmau's POV)

When I finally regained full control of myself, my bedroom was in ruins. Gene was passed out in a limp pile in the corner, and the curtains were all torn, the bedposts were scratched and burned. The paintings had all fallen onto the floor and were unrecognisable. The bricks were scratched as if there were some beast that was forced to be locked up in the room. The glass was shattered, the glittering remains everywhere.

I took one step, and collapsed onto the floor, my father caught me and I immediately pushed him off, letting myself drop into the miniscule shards of glass.

"What's happening?" I whispered.

"Nothing you can't handle."

I remember being carried, but not by who. I remember arriving to the strange room, but not the directions to get here.

I was laying on a slab of cold stone. The room was mostly a dark blue, except for small accents of black that lined the wall. A man walked in, looking at a shelf of potions.

"What's happening to me?" My voice was weak, but I wanted answers. The man turned, and I recognised him as Zenix.

"Nothing you can't handle."

I watched as he walked around the room, knowing his surroundings.

I felt something sharp pierce my arm, but it didn't hurt, not a lot anyways. I saw him walk away, the needle he had used now was connected to a vial of black liquid. The thick watery substance was a strange black, almost glimmers of red that were more purple than anything shone as he turned it curiously.

"This is odd..." He mumbled before examining the scars that scattered my arms.

"What is it?"

"Nothing you can't handle."

I was getting sick of hearing that.

"Could you light a flame for me onto this please?" He held out a small piece of ever-wood. A wood that never burned away. I did as instructed, even though it hurt like hell.

He placed the flame in a separate glass container, putting it beside the strange liquid.

"Has your flame always been that dark?"

I nodded, knowing my flame very well.

He then plucked one of my feathers, then contained some smoke from them. He compared them all before scribbling onto a page. He took an element from each and mixed it with some other stuff that I didn't recognise. Once everything mixed into a glowing white potion, he walked over to me.

"Drink."

I listened, and everything became dreamlike again. I felt frozen, but I was aware of my surroundings.

Glass breaking.

Screaming.

"Stop!"

"Please!"

Shadows swarming.

Total darkness.

(Garroth's POV)

"Eat up," mother whispered.

I opened my mouth and let her feed me like I was a child, but I had no other decision at this point. I was nothing more than a man locked up.

"I'm not insane, but if you all keep me like this, I will be."

Mother laughed a little, stroking my hair again.

"We're doing this for you."

"I'm already losing my mind."

"I'll try and talk with your father."

Another empty promise.

While it was true mother never lied, but she knew how to word things in ways that made it sound comforting, even though it was obvious the situation was not positive.

"I should go, I'll be back later today to read to you."

I hated how I was being treated.

(Zianna's POV)

I bid my goodbyes with my son for the time being. I sighed before stepping out of the cell, locking the door.

I pulled my covering tighter around me and walked out of the cave that we were keeping him. It was becoming winter, so the cold air nipped harder than it did before.

I made it to the castle and smiled softly at guards as I walked by. I made it to my husband's office, pushing open the door.

When he looked at my eyes, he seemed to already know what I was going to start up.

"Zianna-"

"We can't keep him there, Garte. You know it's wrong. He's our son."

"He's a traitor."

"He's. Our. Son." I repeated, tears welling in my eyes.

"We've talked about this, he can no longer be trusted. And the fact that his girlfriend is in no way able to contact, and possibly in danger, effects him mentally. He's not safe."

"He's going to go mad the longer we keep him there, it isn't safe. We're only putting him in more danger!" I shouted. Garte let out a frustrated sigh and started to rub his temples.

"Zianna..."

"Garte, please. I can't watch him suffer any longer. Not like that."

He locked his fingers together and rested his chin on them. I walked over and sat on his desk while cupping his cheek.

"Please," I pleaded again.

"We can move him and adjust how we're containing him. But he will still be highly contained."

I grinned and pecked his lips lightly.

"Thank you, Garte," I whispered. He smiled and tucked some hair behind my ear.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

(Katelyn's POV)

I closed my eyes, breathing in and out at a steady pattern.

My mind clouded from reality, and I meditated into my own tranquil world.

"Katelyn!"

I was popped out of my tranquility by a familiar voice that was far too happy to be breaking my peaceful state.

"What?" I growled, not bothering to open my eyes.

"I'm bored."

"I don't car-AH!" I shrieked as Travis jumped on me and pinned me to the ground.

"Pay attention to me."

"I'm trying to clear my head to help think of a way to kill the king an-"

Travis rolled his eyes and stopped me from talking by covering my mouth with his hand.

"You talk too much," he chuckled, "today is the day we told each other we loved each other for the first time. Please at least give me a kiss."

My glare softened and I moved his hand.

"You shut up and kiss me."

A/N SO MANY POV CHANGES IN ONE CHAP!! So the Travlyn was added to make it a little lighter, and a little longer. Just thought it would be nice. Anyways, a lot happening and it's kinda heavy. I love you all devils, byeeeeeeeeee.