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Midnight Maiden
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"You're gonna regret that, sweetheart."
Two years was a long time, in theory. Enough time for the seasons to come and go not once, but twice. Enough time for friendships to be forget and others, forgotten. For children to be born and old souls to die, finding their ways to whatever afterlife awaited them, if any. Yes, two years was a long, long time, indeed.
Unfortunately, time does not, as one saying falsely claims, 'heal all wounds'.
No, for one Lionel E'erhart, time was nothing more than something akin to, for lack of better words, a drug. Perhaps it occasionally may make you feel better, for a short time, but it never truly made the pain or feelings subside. If anything, it often backfired, hurting far more than it helped. Not that the male minded; pain was an old friend of his. A friend that had been there when no one else was. Though even that was pushed away by him, oftentimes, in favor of feelings of nothingness.
But now? Now, he certainly felt something. A sense of fulfillment. Of pride and true elation, a giddiness that he couldn't recall the last time he had felt, if he ever had, period.
You see, Lionel was a man that knew what he wanted. He always had been. More than that, he was a man that got what he wanted. From a very young age, he had manipulated the odds into his favor to receive what he desired, no matter who he had to hurt to do so. In fact, the more people he hurt to receive his wants? The better. What an exciting feeling, knowing you have complete power over another, to know you hold the fate of their emotions in the palm of your hand.
Perhaps that was what made his mood so high, today.
Blood stained his face as he chuckled slightly, biting his lip as he peered briefly at the still-pulsating heart in his hand, warm with blood and what could only be described as a slowly seeping away life force. One that would have already been gone, had it not been for the magic the boy had been blessed- or cursed, depending on your point of view -with from a very young age. It was this magic, along with a little boost he'd received from a less than willing, but easily swayed by terror(as most humans were), party. Oh, and how could he forget?
"Don't worry, Iscariot; I'll put this to goooodddd use..." the man murmured to the heart, smiling eerily down at it before taking a deep breath, as though he were a child on the verge of opening a Christmas present. Oh, how he had longed for this for so long. Truly, the past two years had felt as though it had been forever. Granted, he had desired something from the family he now was seeking to punish with the contents he'd thrown together in the pit before him for much longer than two years. No, no, his desire ran much further back than that. It was merely two years, three months, one week and four days ago(not counting the hour and thirty-one minutes) that he had lost his patience. Or, well... Not quite. It was less a loss of patience, and more a backfire of a plan. He had hoped to use the young daughter as an in to find what he needed, but, well, he did see slightly more than that in her. She was pretty, and her personality wasn't completely obnoxious. Admittedly, this had sidetracked him, leading him to form a... Different, desire, atop the one he already had.
Unfortunately, he had not expected his advances to lead to physical retaliation. Women did not tend to fight him, his good looks and charm seeming to tend to allow him some leeway, if not his sheer intimidation. This one... She was different. She was not so mindless as to allow him what he wanted for his looks or charm, nor had she immediately submitted to him. Perhaps that was what made him want her even more.
Almost as much as he wanted to make her suffer for her blatant rejection of him, along with her distraction of him from his goal.
So it was with that sentiment that he grinned to himself, hand clenching tightly around the heart it held, slowly beginning to crush it. It was a shame that he'd had to kill his only sibling and remaining loved one, certainly, but in his twisted mind? It was a cause his sibling would have been happy to contribute to. Besides, Lionel had done the boy a favor. His little brother had always been a momma's boy, and now, he could be with his mother- and father -again. Surely he'd be happy.
Feeling justified in this, Lionel smiled to himself, sharp green eyes watching closely as he released the remains of the heart, allowing them to drop into the pit with pride. As the last bits of it neared the end of their fall, Lionel let out a laugh, making one final comment as the wind around him picked up, darkness beginning to overtake the land he knew so well.
"I do so hope you enjoy gold, 'Mai'..."
And then everything faded to black.
@Klutzy Ninja Kitty
Two years was a long time, in theory. Enough time for the seasons to come and go not once, but twice. Enough time for friendships to be forget and others, forgotten. For children to be born and old souls to die, finding their ways to whatever afterlife awaited them, if any. Yes, two years was a long, long time, indeed.
Unfortunately, time does not, as one saying falsely claims, 'heal all wounds'.
No, for one Lionel E'erhart, time was nothing more than something akin to, for lack of better words, a drug. Perhaps it occasionally may make you feel better, for a short time, but it never truly made the pain or feelings subside. If anything, it often backfired, hurting far more than it helped. Not that the male minded; pain was an old friend of his. A friend that had been there when no one else was. Though even that was pushed away by him, oftentimes, in favor of feelings of nothingness.
But now? Now, he certainly felt something. A sense of fulfillment. Of pride and true elation, a giddiness that he couldn't recall the last time he had felt, if he ever had, period.
You see, Lionel was a man that knew what he wanted. He always had been. More than that, he was a man that got what he wanted. From a very young age, he had manipulated the odds into his favor to receive what he desired, no matter who he had to hurt to do so. In fact, the more people he hurt to receive his wants? The better. What an exciting feeling, knowing you have complete power over another, to know you hold the fate of their emotions in the palm of your hand.
Perhaps that was what made his mood so high, today.
Blood stained his face as he chuckled slightly, biting his lip as he peered briefly at the still-pulsating heart in his hand, warm with blood and what could only be described as a slowly seeping away life force. One that would have already been gone, had it not been for the magic the boy had been blessed- or cursed, depending on your point of view -with from a very young age. It was this magic, along with a little boost he'd received from a less than willing, but easily swayed by terror(as most humans were), party. Oh, and how could he forget?
"Don't worry, Iscariot; I'll put this to goooodddd use..." the man murmured to the heart, smiling eerily down at it before taking a deep breath, as though he were a child on the verge of opening a Christmas present. Oh, how he had longed for this for so long. Truly, the past two years had felt as though it had been forever. Granted, he had desired something from the family he now was seeking to punish with the contents he'd thrown together in the pit before him for much longer than two years. No, no, his desire ran much further back than that. It was merely two years, three months, one week and four days ago(not counting the hour and thirty-one minutes) that he had lost his patience. Or, well... Not quite. It was less a loss of patience, and more a backfire of a plan. He had hoped to use the young daughter as an in to find what he needed, but, well, he did see slightly more than that in her. She was pretty, and her personality wasn't completely obnoxious. Admittedly, this had sidetracked him, leading him to form a... Different, desire, atop the one he already had.
Unfortunately, he had not expected his advances to lead to physical retaliation. Women did not tend to fight him, his good looks and charm seeming to tend to allow him some leeway, if not his sheer intimidation. This one... She was different. She was not so mindless as to allow him what he wanted for his looks or charm, nor had she immediately submitted to him. Perhaps that was what made him want her even more.
Almost as much as he wanted to make her suffer for her blatant rejection of him, along with her distraction of him from his goal.
So it was with that sentiment that he grinned to himself, hand clenching tightly around the heart it held, slowly beginning to crush it. It was a shame that he'd had to kill his only sibling and remaining loved one, certainly, but in his twisted mind? It was a cause his sibling would have been happy to contribute to. Besides, Lionel had done the boy a favor. His little brother had always been a momma's boy, and now, he could be with his mother- and father -again. Surely he'd be happy.
Feeling justified in this, Lionel smiled to himself, sharp green eyes watching closely as he released the remains of the heart, allowing them to drop into the pit with pride. As the last bits of it neared the end of their fall, Lionel let out a laugh, making one final comment as the wind around him picked up, darkness beginning to overtake the land he knew so well.
"I do so hope you enjoy gold, 'Mai'..."
And then everything faded to black.
@Klutzy Ninja Kitty