The Secrets Behind Them

♤{Villains}♤

    Laying on the floor of the entrance to this massive, castel-like, mansion, I find myself staring up at the arched ceiling. The black stone that's beyond my height and above me glimmers and reflects the light coming from my candle, which is about an arm's length away from me. I can feel the light touch of my coat's gray, almost blue, fur on my neck and jaw. Goosebumps cover my arms and legs for there's no heat in this area and I'm literally laying on the cold marble floor.

    How did I get here...? I went from a hopeless little boy with no power and now I'm, what? The war-hero? The guy who killed the most dangerous known scyra?

    I turn my head to my candle. It's weak flame is suddenly gone when the front door swings open. Holy- I jolt up, my head and upper body comes up as a woosh of cold air blows passed me. A silhouette of a man with pointed ears and glowing purple eyes in front of the view of the snow-covered front yard meets my sight. Memories flood my mind, memories from that one night.

    His long, snowy, white hair and fair skin are as beautiful as a winter's first snowfall, but his movements are like a blizzard's wind, fast and fear inducing. I can recall every marking on his face and the scar on his neck. The simple eye on his cheek and the four penny-sized dots in a line on the other. All of which were the color rosette. He wore royal purple, quarter sleeved, shirt with silver trim. He was surely a Nowel, they obsess over their pinks and purples like a narcissist with themselves. Normal red colors along with gold and firey colors are disgusting to them.

    "I hear some scyras, including some of my so-called "followers," have been training a young boy to kill me," he scans me from head to toe, "I suppose you might be him?" A chill runs down my spin. He's going to kill me, oh god. What have I just jumped into? The man sighs, I begin to look around. I need to keep my eyes off of him, especially since he doesn't have his blindfold on.

    The room the two of us are in looks to be a young boy's room, just abandoned and damaged in the most odd ways. The walls are torn and charred black. I can't tell what color they used to be. The floor is a mess. It's stained with blood in some areas and there's numerous broken toys and objects scattered among the hard wood. There's a messy bed near the window as well. Who's room is, or was, this?

    "Before you attempt to kill me, get comfortable and listen. I have some requests." I can hear the man turning around, for some reason I can't hear a single thought from his head. He must be wearing a charm or has a natural way of blocking out mind readers. "Your name is Tahain, correct?" I nod my head in reply, taking a deep breath and combing my shakey fingers through my black hair. I'm more than nervous right now. "I find that funny, I nearly named my son, my only son, that. My wife just insisted on naming him Grayson." He chuckles, then sighs. "She was quite a woman. Say, do you even know my name? For some reason, no one seems to actually know my first name." I look back at him, his head turned away to keep his cursed eyes from looking at me and his hand out for a shake. "My name is Lucius."

    For a moment, I can only think one thing. This guy can't be the same guy who started the war. He's too...casual and nice. But then I remember, all villains are people too. They can be seemingly nice in person and still be the cause of hundreds of dead scyras.

    I go for the handshake, my hand shivers at the touch. "I can tell you're scared as all hell right now. Hopefully that goes away in a little bit." He pulls away from my hand as do I. My eyes go back to looking around the room, just to be safe. "Do you know what happened? What caused me to turn into the monstrosity that I am?" He expects me to answer him, but I'm lost in looking over the room. I can see tally marks on some of the walls, they're just barely noticeable. Whoever was here before must've been locked in here.