Wings of Grace

Chapter 35

     Where is she?

     The sound of Akaine's hands slamming into the wall echoed through the chamber. The jarring of weak muscles only drove the Elemental Destroyer to a higher frenzy. Why is she taking so long? What are the Elders up to by ignoring his demands? The door should have bloody well been opened by now.

     With untold fury, he ran full force into the door. The impact pushing Akaine's body backwards, slamming hard onto the ground. The bones of his captive's body almost shattered under the pounding.

     The pain, driving him to hysteria.

     Somehow, he managed to stand after several failed attempts. Ignoring the tears running down his face and the refusal of his left hip to take his full weight. Indifferently he dragged his moaning body to his chair where he dropped carelessly into its cushioned padding.

     He'd gotten tired of the weakness of this poor excuse of a human form. All skin and bones. Any feeling of some connection to this pathetic waste of space had long gone. Hell, his hounds would probably even turn their noses up, rejecting this withered morsel.

     This body's usefulness was almost running out and there was only one reason, just one, as to why he kept it still alive. 

     The girl.

     He wanted the girl. He could see her even now, standing at the door. So full of life. So full of blood. Ripe for the taking... So fresh... sweet. His stomach fluttered. He licked his upper lip slowly.

     It had been torture having her so close and...so unattainable.

     She was vital to his plans and his freedom.

     He could feel it... Taste it...

     And her brother was the perfect bait.

      As soon as he got the twins together, their power will be forced to flow into him. Then no one, including the council, could possibly stop him.

     They'd designed him as a killing machine. A dark shadowed assassin, who's only purpose was to clean up all their mistakes.

     Killing was all he knew... And he excelled at it.

     Now it was time they found out just how destructive he could be.

     His mind was raging, overflowing with the carnage he would leave behind as he massacred every last one of them.

     The scales of reasoning had long gone.

     In the past he had enjoyed tormenting his victims, dangling their short lives in front of  them, pretending they even had a chance of surviving his madness, allowing them to stroke his inflated ego with pleading words of forgiveness; relishing, above all else, the chills of fear, running up and down their spines as they tried to outrun the inevitable.

     And then when comprehension had finally dawned... The panic, laced with terror paling their frantic faces; eyes, elliptical saucers of dreaded trepidation at the realisation... there was no escape.

     Death was imminent.

     It was only then, that the numbness took over. He committed each act of murder in a state of pure automated precision. There was no emotion attached. He felt nothing with each movement as he took their life mercilessly.

     It just was.

     As the Elemental Destroyer, no-one knew what he looked like. He was a phantom. A shadowed demon. Changing bodies like women change their minds.