I AM, I AM YOUR GOD. CALL ME YOUR MASTER.
obsidian hued eyes bored into the ceiling, which could barely be considered a ceiling due to its dilapidated state. blood soiled his garments, staining the pristine white with vivid hues of red that varied from crimson to maroon, and splotches of the dried liquid clung to his left cheek and fingers. the otherwise unblemished skin appeared nearly translucent due to the vibrancy of the blood; however, azar paid little attention to his appearance due to his lack of company. silver daggers gleamed due to the moonlight that shattered the darkness of his chosen alcove—one decrypt corner of the abandoned prison that remained hidden within the wilderness of fehér. the ravenette found solace in the fallacious peace of the area though screams continued to echo throughout the aged structure, reverberating in the almost empty shell of a building and adding a soothing background noise for syn’s own amusement and pleasure.
pale lids descended over his eyes as a breeze slipped in through the cracks that littered the wall, ruffling ink colored strands of hair and tugging at the tattered clothing. a scar graced chest moved rhythmically with azar’s breathing as he lazed upon his decidedly uncomfortable perch. the ragged edges of his seat bored into his flesh, creating a dull sensation of pain whenever his body moved. it, however, proved inconsequential as physical pain proved fleeting. wounds healed with merely scars as remainders, so syn greeted pain with a welcome embrace, accepting it and reveling in it. imbeciles treated pain like a monster that they could not win against, descending into blubbering piles of flesh and bones whenever subjected to abject cruelty; however, their panicked begging and strained moans delighted the sadistic male, encouraging him to continue taunting them.
soft chuckles escaped him as his mind began replaying the recent incident with a supposed traitor. during a moment of apparent mercy, azar decided to spare the lives of shipwrecked merchants, pretending to be the benevolent god of the island; however, the blackette merely waited for the perfect moment, wanting to savor the opportunity to torture his prey without interruptions or time restrictions. the captain of the ship claimed that a trio of oarsman attempted to flee from the prison when the dark haired psychopath granted them momentary freedom from their chains. the man’s pronouncement sealed the fate of the three oarsmen, who became his playmates for a round of late night fun, and their blood still coated his lithe frame, splattered across his features and clothing. pale lips quirked into a delighted smirk while another round of chuckles slipped from his parted lips.
however, the sound died instantly due to an unexpected noise from behind him. onyx tinted eyes remained hidden as he lifted a hand lazily into the air, feeling the blade of his pet’s chosen weapon slide against his unprotected skin. blood gathered upon his palm even as slender fingers wrapped around the young strain’s wrist, tightening subtly with each passing second. silence remained for a brief moment until azar decided to respond to his toy’s unprovoked attack. tsk, tsk, the mercenary began while tipping his head back and pinning the blonde with an unimpressed stare. kitten, did you really believe that i wouldn’t notice you? his smirk gained definition as he tugged on the captive wrist, silently demanding that lafayel step closer. do i need to restart your training, lulu? i would love to see your doll state once again. amusement seeped into his tone with each word that escaped him. and for the first time, syn’s blood escaped from an inflicted injury, staining his palm and lafayel’s wrist.
OOCTAGGED LAFAYEL IDLI
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NOTES this is so horrible. orz
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