The Wicked

The Nether

In this room there was nothing but silence, so quiet that if a feather dropped it might make a deafening boom. Xevach sat in the middle, as if he were just a black blob of resentment and rage. The tension in the air could be sliced with a sword, or popped like a bubble. One movement, and he would be set off like a bomb. Catastrophic. Blowing the mansion to smithereens.

Yet he held onto his emotions, keeping them under control the best he could. The more he lay waiting for the right time for revenge, the more frustrated he got. How long has it been since he lay a hand on a woman? It's been weeks since his last fill. Their screams is what kept him sane. Alive.

Perhaps he could toy with this new girl, Kyeda. She willingly came up to him, those mismatched eyes filled with hope. A half-elf, one of his weaknesses, yet the small pyromancer enamored him. Not just for her quirks, it was that timid personality. The way she followed his orders and her boundless curiosity. Could she be a replacement?

"No."

Xevach's voice was merely sucked up into the walls, and the room shushed him. He didn't care.

"She was so beautiful. So energetic and challenging. Her loyalty is unmatched, she did whatever I wanted her to do, even if it meant she got hurt. The woman has my heart, my soul and my mind. Though near the end she grew apart from me, seeking a better challenge. New blood. Someone more mysterious to unlock. Always on the move, that girl. It didn't matter if she loved someone. She got tired and had to move to the next best thing. Someone like me, but more complex. A man she didn't know."

The Priest growled, closing his eyes tightly as he remembered her voice. Those pleading eyes, the amazing scent of her hair, and the darkness that ebbed at her very consciousness. Xevach knew how powerful she truly was. How ancient and wise, even if she never showed it. All the woman wants is attention, and is forever curious about other people. She wants to know everything about them, then she moves on.

"If only she knew there was more to me than what she found out. Then she'd come running back."

The shadow-engulfed Priest stood, turning around to face the window. Rain pelted down from the heavens, the sky darkened by ashen clouds. The weather reflected his feelings tonight. And he hoped that she felt it. Xevach could only pray that she would return.

Come back to me, little bird. My life is empty without you.

He knew that she will not come, no matter how much he screamed and pleaded. She was too busy with a new puzzle to complete, then she'll be off to the next one. So he turned back around and walked out of the room, marching down the corridor. The sound of fire crackling filled his ears, soothing the beast within. Bedroom doors are cracked open, allowing him to peer in and see sleeping bodies or lively fireplaces as he passed by. A lullaby sung by a mother to her children gently echoed down the hall, and no one took notice of the shade that swept through the palace.

If Xevach's very soul were a poem, it would tell of lost love and hatred, bloodshed and violence, sadism and masochism. The freakish affection that came with dominant and submissive relationships. The thrill he got when he harmed others, and the passion that a masochist will have towards their master. He lived for it.

But a master is no one if he has none to command. Kyeda will have to do for now. Even if he wanted to protect her from himself.

You should run, little girl. Yet you've been caught in my web, and I must wrap you up so you never get away.

Xevach turned the corner, staring down the hall of fame. Lifeless eyes of many stared down upon him, paintings of everyone in the Bloodrein clan and a few outsiders resided on these walls, but his focus was on only one.

The brunette in the middle, her eyes bright green. Wide and lively, but her expression was that of a ruthless butcher. Lips parted, sharp canines, a scar just under her chin. Her collarbone prominent, shoulders squared, head held high. Her face holding strong family traits, regal in appearance, yet as delicate as a flower.

Gloved digits dipped into the portrait, the surface rippling as paint turned liquid in nature, then blackened. A portal opened and the void Priest stepped through it, his vision adjusting accordingly.

Onyx hues rested on the beauty in the distance, dressed in expensive silks and leathers that hugged her every curve, accentuating her figure. Xevach made his way to her, taking his time as he ravaged her with his eyes.

Yes, this was what he wanted to see. This is what he needed to see. His prized possession back where she belongs. His hand rose to her shoulder, watching the bell as she turned her head to look up at him.

"I'm no longer for you, Xevvy. I've moved on. Can't you let go, too? You can't hold this piece of me here forever. I can leave if I wanted to." Small, timid words escaped her mouth as she turned to face her captor. She could speak all she wanted to, but her body language spoke louder than she ever will.

Stockholm Syndrome was evident with every careful breath she took in. The way her ears wilted at the tips, those endless eyes filled with admiration and hope. He will take care of her, as long as he's able to manipulate and torture the girl. She'll be ok. Everything will be ok.

"No. I will never let you go, my dove. You're mine in the end. It doesn't matter where your curious nature takes you, you'll always find your way back to me. I'm the only one that has stuck around long enough to know you from the inside out. I'm the only one who loves you, forever and always."

"Always and forever, Master. You mean what you say, right? Can I come be with you, Master?"

Xevach scowled, gripping her chin. The very space around them began to close, the portal threatening to trap them both in the Nether. He needed to leave.

"Be patient, dove. You'll be by my side in no time. Stay here a while longer." Leaning down, he captured her in a longing kiss, the girl melting into him. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and take her to his room, he wanted to lock her up in his closet and keep her there for a millennium.

But he couldn't. Her soul would call out to her, snap her out of his spell he worked so hard to place on her.

"I love you, little bird. Remember that."

He vanished from her side, and she was left to stand in silence once again. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around her torso, collapsing to her knees. Sobbing. Every time he did this, he never saw what he does to her.

A shimmer of light fell away from her body, and she watched it blow away with an unseen wind.

"Daddy, you're killing me. I want out of here, or he's going to take me away from you. Daddy, can't you hear me?" She looked to the rectangle on the other side of the area, choking on saliva. "Master Xevvy, he's going to tear me up and eat me. He's picking pieces off like I'm a cookie. Crumbling. Please help me.."

The door never opened again.