After this Lucius raised back to his full height so he could deliver the killing blow, which started when his armour became liquid once more. Only this time it flowed down his arm with speed, leaving it bare in three seconds as it became that of a thick and deadly black sword in his hand. One that in his grasp became so much more than just a weapon…
It was a message.
A message delivered as he raised the sword high for all his people to see what happened to those that defied him and touched what was his. A killing blow that came quickly after letting go of the demon’s hair for a mere whisper of time. The sword grasped in both his hands before their King plunged it straight down into the back of the demon’s neck so that it travelled the full length of his spine.
The dying roar of my would-be rapist didn’t last long as Lucius speared him down the centre as if making him ready to be put on a roasting spit. But then he let go of the sword and let the very dead Drude fall face forward with an echoing crack upon the marble. After this he turned to face me and with his bare right hand now held behind him, he walked back up the steps towards me. I watched open mouthed and in shock as the hilt of his black sword, one that was stuck out of the demon’s dead, hardened flesh, started to reform.
It slithered from its victim and snaked along the white marble quickly with the sole purpose of returning back to its Master. It did this by reaching up to his awaiting fingertips as though it was being reunited with its body. Once there it continued to flow back up his arm until by the time his feet hit the top of the steps, the last drops of the black liquid was back in place, and reformed once more as the solid plates of his armour.
After this he came straight to me, and said in a stern voice,
“Now, that is how you kill a Stone Drude.” And yep, one look at the guy and he was right, that would pretty much do it. After this he grasped my chin to turn my face away from the gruesome sight. One the growing pool of black blood was creating with a Yin Yang effect on the once pristine white floor.
But soon my vision of black and white was gone and a sinister depth coloured my world once more with,
Eyes of Crimson.
3
Mortal Pet
“I think my attempt at killing Drude days are over,” I muttered before stopping myself, as my hands flew to my lips too late. However, instead of the backlash I had been expecting, he simply raised a brow and I swear I even saw his lips twitch slightly in what I could only hope for was amusement.
“Something that shouldn’t be a problem for you in the future and to ensure such…” He paused, before looking down at the discarded chains of my new reality and opening a fist so they obeyed the silent demand. Meaning they shot from the floor in a flash of movement and were clutched in his hand before he continued with his intentions,
“Time for your collar and a fucking leash…one I should have tied you to years ago!” After Lucius had pretty much growled this at me, I sucked in a violent breath as I questioned just how close to the edge this game he played was built on a foundation of truth? Just how many words spoken were ones he had always wanted to say but felt too restrained to do so?
I knew Lucius liked control. I knew he was a dominant lover, as well as being the one who liked to call all the shots. And for the most part, I allowed him, for the simple fact that he knew his own world far better than I ever could. Facts I was well aware of, as I was far from numb to the situation around me, even if right now, I wished for it. Because the same could be said for this world, a place I suspected he had to rule with more than just an iron fist but one that held the Venom of God.
“Throw that shit stain out!” Lucius snapped making me jump.
“Well, I must say, I didn’t know what was more entertaining, her encounter with him or the execution because of it,”