Malion: Royal Blood

Stubborn Malice

I grinned at the winged woman that had fallen into the arms of the God. He must want to do something disgusting with her, like the legends said he would do: Dismemberment, disembowelment, flaying or other horrific acts. It would be the biggest pleasure to watch him carry out these disgusting actions, one that would bring me an orgasmic amount of happiness, to see this creature's blood spill and to hear its screams of agony. For now, those of my host would do. I lifted his arm and swung it down, only to be thrust back as his yell became distant.

Elliott's P.O.V.
I yelled out as my clawed hand was pushed into my wound. I doubled over and clutched the wound and stayed there for too long and watched as the orange in the sky turned red then faded before I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I had no idea where I was.

"Elliott, are you alright?" Kaylum asked, wielding his staff. I growled at him as I uncoiled myself. He took a step backwards hesitantly.

"What happened?" I heard his shaking voice ask.

"What, have you never seen Malice take your mind and body?" I asked, under complicating the matter grossly. His gaze softened as he sat down.

"That Malice would be Ronin, am I right?" He asked. I looked a him. Did he understand me? Perhaps he wasn't as stupid as I had thought at first.

"The Malignant that shares my mind is known as Ronin, yes. He takes immense pleasure in wounding others. Seeing others in pain." I growled.

"Then it must have been a grand day for him when... that woman attacked the beach..." He said in a grim tone. No, it was more than grim: Full of remorse and guilt. I shifted my gaze to the ground. I felt my wound heal slightly as I noticed a glow from the claws still stuck in them. Slowly, they were pushed out as the wound closed in a haphazard mesh of skin.

"He did... And he continues to feed off of my pain." I muttered, sitting normally. My gaze shifted to a sleeping angel that lay beside the ashen campfire.

"You really love her, don't you?" Kaylum's voice brought me back to reality. I nodded.

"My Lethallin is the most beautiful woman in The Nine Realms. No one will convince me otherwise." I confessed. Kaylum smiled and sat cross-legged, resting the long staff that he had brought with him horizontally across his legs.

"Her Seventeenth is coming up. Perhaps you should ask for her hand. I'm sure she would have you." He said. His words filled me with a great hope. I certainly would. My smile must have given me away, because Kaylum gave a quiet chuckle.

"You leave nothing to the imagination, do you?"

"And you are incredibly observant, my friend." I laughed, "No, I suppose not. My intentions are clear and I intend to keep them that way. I am deeply in love with Decoda."

Kaylum nodded at me.

"I understand. I sometimes wish I had someone like that." He mumbled, glancing down at the small silver locket that hung around his neck.

"I'm sure you will find the right woman."

"Man." He corrected. I chuckled and corrected myself.

"I haven't found him yet, but I'm sure I will. Thank you Elliot." He said, and lifted the staff to support his stand.

"What does that do?" I asked, lifting my hand in a silent plead for support. He gratefully took it with a smile and pulled me to my feet.

"It's something special I ordered from a maker in Osrow. Their town was burned to the ground after a raid that occurred there a few years ago. Carvarak left nothing." He growled. My mind flicked back to my shop. My brother, and the coast that had been swallowed by soldiers. Kaylum had a look that told me he saw something similar.