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The elf woman lay on the cool floor of the room. Her waxy-white skin gleamed in the candle light as the sweat of shock dripped to stone beneath her. The only sound was the rasping of her breathing as she struggled to catch her breath.
Clive sat in a chair contemplating the girl. After a few minutes he leaned forward to brush her long black hair from her face with a long pointed fingernail. The elf girl quickly turned her face away, desperate to avoid eye contact.
Clive frowned and sat back.
"You look very much like her."
"A beautiful delicate butterfly." he snarls bitterly.
Nothing but silence and the sound of gasping breaths.
"But you won't reject me will you!"
The chair clatters to the floor as Clive leaps to his feet in a fury.
Pointing his finger at the wretched woman he demands.
"Look at me!"
Using her arms the woman raises herself upper body from the floor and turns her face up towards the enraged figure standing over her.
"Tell me that you love me!" "Tell me that you love me!" "Tell me that you love me!"
Clive shrieks with a spray of bloody spittle.
The elven woman meets Clive's glare and her eyes widen in terror.
She mumbles weakly "I, I love you master. I want only you forever."
She is breathing even harder now with the effort to support herself.
The wounds on her throat began to ooze and run down her chest as she strains to maintain the eye contact. Their eyes locked, seconds tick by, then she falters and her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses to the floor unconscious.
Growling, Clive wraps his hand in her hair and drags the elf girl across the floor and out to his balcony overlooking the burning landscape of the of the Citadel of the Seven.
Then He picks up limp white form and flings her effortlessly over the railing to fall far below and with flash of fire disappear into the lava streams surrounding the Citadel.
Clive turns from the hellish scene and drops to his knees and before muttering a prayer.
"I give all their fear to you. I open myself to your hate. In obedience I give my will to you!"
" I will wield your power to bring all to salvation and spread your order across the land."
"Lord of Darkness! Spare me this torment! Do I not serve you without unwavering!"
"Spare me!"
A distant cold laughter echoes in his mind as he staggers to his feet and stumbles back into his living quarters. He fumbles around and pulls a worn blood stained whip from its mount on the wall.
Then gathering himself together and pushing the laughter from his mind he grips the whip and marches across the room to throw open the door to the halls of the citadel.
Clive stalks down the hallway as his eyes dart into the dark corners where the light of the flickering torches lining the halls do not reach.
That's where they hide, thats where the slaves of the Citadel always hide, as if he can not see them.
Even now he can smell the fear of the living near by.
There, he can hear someone trying to slip away around a turn in the corridor. Clive turns a with a hiss toward the faint rasp of stone and picks up his pace.
There will be blood atonement for his pain tonight, and it will not be his.
Clive sat in a chair contemplating the girl. After a few minutes he leaned forward to brush her long black hair from her face with a long pointed fingernail. The elf girl quickly turned her face away, desperate to avoid eye contact.
Clive frowned and sat back.
"You look very much like her."
"A beautiful delicate butterfly." he snarls bitterly.
Nothing but silence and the sound of gasping breaths.
"But you won't reject me will you!"
The chair clatters to the floor as Clive leaps to his feet in a fury.
Pointing his finger at the wretched woman he demands.
"Look at me!"
Using her arms the woman raises herself upper body from the floor and turns her face up towards the enraged figure standing over her.
"Tell me that you love me!" "Tell me that you love me!" "Tell me that you love me!"
Clive shrieks with a spray of bloody spittle.
The elven woman meets Clive's glare and her eyes widen in terror.
She mumbles weakly "I, I love you master. I want only you forever."
She is breathing even harder now with the effort to support herself.
The wounds on her throat began to ooze and run down her chest as she strains to maintain the eye contact. Their eyes locked, seconds tick by, then she falters and her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses to the floor unconscious.
Growling, Clive wraps his hand in her hair and drags the elf girl across the floor and out to his balcony overlooking the burning landscape of the of the Citadel of the Seven.
Then He picks up limp white form and flings her effortlessly over the railing to fall far below and with flash of fire disappear into the lava streams surrounding the Citadel.
Clive turns from the hellish scene and drops to his knees and before muttering a prayer.
"I give all their fear to you. I open myself to your hate. In obedience I give my will to you!"
" I will wield your power to bring all to salvation and spread your order across the land."
"Lord of Darkness! Spare me this torment! Do I not serve you without unwavering!"
"Spare me!"
A distant cold laughter echoes in his mind as he staggers to his feet and stumbles back into his living quarters. He fumbles around and pulls a worn blood stained whip from its mount on the wall.
Then gathering himself together and pushing the laughter from his mind he grips the whip and marches across the room to throw open the door to the halls of the citadel.
Clive stalks down the hallway as his eyes dart into the dark corners where the light of the flickering torches lining the halls do not reach.
That's where they hide, thats where the slaves of the Citadel always hide, as if he can not see them.
Even now he can smell the fear of the living near by.
There, he can hear someone trying to slip away around a turn in the corridor. Clive turns a with a hiss toward the faint rasp of stone and picks up his pace.
There will be blood atonement for his pain tonight, and it will not be his.