Elfspawn, Part III
Nesentra stared upwards, eyes wide, yet her vision was blocked by the
grinning visage of her tormentor, who leaned over her body, pressing his
thickly muscled arms against the now bare skin of her chest. She tried hard
not to listen, telling herself over and over that it would be alright…that
Morpheous had chosen this man…and she trusted Morpheous…didn't she?
Damien's breath was warm on her flesh, and he reached to her neck, tracing
upwards from the base of the large, black tattoos with a touch that was
almost loving in it's delicacy.
The voice of her teacher…probably now dead, filled her mind with the same
urgency it had all those years ago. "What you cannot see, you can feel…"
and this was particularly true in Nesentra's case.
The sharp point of the dagger he had pressed against her stomach was made
more urgent by his proximity and her own nervousness. Nesentra could feel
her own breath, sharp and hoarse, struggling in her throat, and when Damien
himself moved slightly, tilting his head down, she felt the tickling flutter
of his lashes against her neck, like the dying beat of butterflies wings.
His weight was near fully on her now, and his lips traced over her scarred
flesh, brushing up to the base of her ear with strange tenderness.
Damien reached her ear, and spoke into it incredibly softly, words intended
purely for her. "You sent my wife to the grave…you sent another of my
clansmen after her." The feeling down Nesentra's spine was like ice, she
didn't need the condemning words to know what came next, and already be
planning for it…yet it was so difficult to think…all she wanted to do was
retrieve the Misstress from where it lay not 10 feet distant. Damien
continued, "Yet I would not have another innocent die for what you have
done."
He moved back, the blade ceasing its' pressure on her soft skin, and held
the small dagger up to the light, twisting it slightly to catch her
reflection. Again he began to mutter, this time concentrating solely on the
small blade in front of him, which after a time he then lowered to her
abdomen, and applied pressure greater than before. A single crimson drop of
blood welled up, and Damien's voice became resonant, echoing with a boom
disproportionate to the size of the tower chamber. He began to drag the
blade over her skin, cutting through it without visibly noticing, etching
three runes…slowly, carefully, and chanting all the while. Nesentra
meanwhile was hard put to keep from screaming, wracking her mind for a way
to get out of the situation...and failing to think of a single one.
Somewhere in the buzzing cacophany her mind had become there came suddenly a
ray of light, shining through and entering her consciousness easily.
Morpheous…
"Is everything alright my dear?" He enquired conversationally. "Your
thoughts appear even more raucous than usual."
"NO!" She mentally screamed, and thought she could detect a wince on
Morpheous's part. "Damien is going to do something…something awful…and this
HURTS."
With that the mind link was shattered, and Nesentra realized that it did
indeed hurt, more so than the shallow cuts would merit. Opening her eyes
wide, and straining to see what was happening, she saw Damien, outlined in
blue light, his hands raised wide above his head, and a now glowing blue
ball hanging over her…the runes sending up constant energy into the mass,
which even as she watched grew in intensity. He looked down into her eyes,
sweat beading on his forehead, a faint smile quirking his lips as he
murmured. "Now…the child is pure energy…we will provide it with its first
meal hmm?" Another gesture, and the sphere changed yet again, on Nesentra
the effect was electric, as though something was draining her, wringing her
out like a wet cloth. She began to scream, both mentally and physically,
unable to move, her life being ripped out…
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