Lk3, 0m6, m41 fr57 ff! I wrote this awhile ago in an email to a friend out of bordem. If someone tells me to update, I will. Otherwise, any writing tips you can give me would be very helpful. If you haven't read Maledicte, do so. Trust me. I write fanfiction ;D
Maedicte © Lane Robins, Sebastian © Yana Toboso

Prologue: The Pact

Maledicte tumbled off the roof, leaving a broken trail of blood in his wake. Janus looked on, stony-eyed, as his dark cavalier's fingers grasped at the shingles of the castle roof. Giving no hold for the dying boy, the smeared roof let the crimson juices of Ani s beloved fall to the ground far below. Aris averted his gaze from the young man clinging for his fading life to the edge of the tower in time to notice the fallen blood at his feet sizzle and burn through the cobbles. Maledicte's strength left at the cold gaze from the one he had worshiped all those long years. Tumbling down through the cold air, everything began to go black, but not with death.
'Feathers' Maledicte thought, falling into a bottomless world of soft black feathers. They whispered against his skin, clung to the blood drying on his chest. "Ani..." Maledicte sputtered, blood staining his mouth black at Her name.
"No." A voice rang out in muffled world of soft black feathers and warm sticky blood. Maledicte could no longer feel the sensation of falling, only of floating in a world of him and the deep voice full of malice and desire.
"Who-" the question caught in Maledicte's thought, cause a spasm of coughing and retching. A chuckle rang out through dark, deep and amused at the boy's pain.
"I am yours, if you accept offer, Miranda." The voice sounded smug at the boy's old name, mocking the girl Mal had once been. "I can restore your life, serve you, free you from your pact with the Goddess of love and vengeance. All I ask of in return," the voice paused, letting tension mount, testing Maledicte's temper. "In return, all I ask of you, is your soul." A crow cawed in the distance, startling Maledicte with the sudden noise in the dark. The caw echoed into the darkness, fading into nothing. Maledicte forced a smile at the thought of fading away, leaving a world of betrayal and facades for oblivion. But a single word echoed in Mal's head, snapping him out of his blissful dreams of death.
'Gilly'
Maledicte's heart clenched at the thought of leaving Gilly behind with no one to look after him. That whore was dead, along with Vornatti, and he was too proud to return to his family farm after years of being owned by the old man. "Will you accept?" The voice broke through Maledicte s thoughts, forcing him back into the world of feathers and pain. Maledicte knew his choice, as well as the deep voice did. Sighing, Mal turned to look in the direction of the crow's caw.
"You may take my soul when my vengeance is complete."
Red eyes gleamed in the darkness from behind the boy who had already died twice.

"Yes, My Lord."

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