The Confessor's Intuition
Prologue
The tears she cried were enough to fill a bucket; I look and shake my head at her weakness. She asked for this she asked to trained, to be broken, to learn to fight off pain, weakness, fear and every other emotion. She asked to be made strong and fend off weak emotions and to be taught how to feed on her anger and rage. Whenever I look back at her I see weakness that needed to be destroyed, she needed to be destroyed and destroy her I did, like a worn-out building I tore her down and she was rebuilt into a strong mordsith capable of facing pain without giving into it, that girl was me
Even though I might not have been considered a complete mordsith because I never watched mother tortured to death neither did I kill my father, I made up for this with being the hardest to break I'm sure my mistress and sisters always had something to worry about when it came to me, unlike the other girls I did not look for someone to hug or hold unto after my training, I would sit alone crying asking myself why I had thought it was a good idea to do what I did but I refused to be comforted by anyone, I smile whenever I think of the first person who tried to comfort me, let's say she got more than her regular beating that night so it was no surprise no one tried it again leaving me to my thoughts.
Even though I was a hard nut to crack (it even took more torture tools to eventually break me) but when it happened I was a valuable asset to them cutting down traitors from within, it was so exhilarating to feel the pain of the agiel and to place over their heart till it stops beating then serenity in those lifeless orbs that lacked light, it was so liberating. I guess my definition of fun and satisfaction was a bit twisted for a fourteen year old girl, but to think of it it's not anything less of what's expected from a mordsith even if I was only a "child"
I remember the first man I killed when he saw me the he called me a sweet child but next time he saw me in my leather he called me a monster it was funny because I still had the same dark hair only it was in a mordsith plait, I was still slender with olive skin only majority of it was covered with my leather and rare grey eyes were still the same except for the fact that I wore a cold stare that seemed intimidating and impossible for someone of my age to posses and that was totally different for the innocent and helpless look I gave him the day before. I can remember what his exact statement the first time we met when I helped him with his startled horse "you are such a sweet little girl but your eyes look entirely filled with sadness and loneliness, I can tell you've lost someone but don't lose faith in the creator she looks after all of us" I just nodded a told him my group would be looking for me and I had to leave, I shook my head at the man if only he knew his fate he wouldn't be talking about the creator, truth was that he talked too much it was during our interaction that I knew his wife was dead and he had a daughter and that he was going to fishing the next day, he even invited me to join him, fool, didn't his parents teach him to wary of strangers I guess he never listened to his mother and look where it got him a one-way ticket to the underworld, not that I minded being his means transportation in fact I was glad.
You know what was most pleasurable his screams and pleads when I started to torture him and train his daughter who was about eight or nine years old, it didn't take up to a week to break him which was fast according to my sisters but I was sure because my mean of torture was not only with the agiel but also with memories for some reason I was able to recreate the scene of her death with the little information for some absurd reason I knew how she looked because according to him I described her perfectly. But that is irrelevant the most interesting part killing him and bringing him back, the look in his face as he woke up was that of pure horror he would begged not to sent back there, he even started to call me mistress and my sisters were surprised, all except Dahlia who decided to train me because she saw the potential in me right from the day she found me at the door of the mordsith temple wounded by a wolf, she always had a way with these kind of things. She said when she looked into my eyes she knew that I was meant to be more than a servant girl and that was why she chose to train me even though she knew that I had no father that I could kill, though the maid made quite the substitute after being trained by Dahlia to kill me it was kill or be killed as Dahlia had said when she told the others to kill the rats, I didn't need to be told because I had never been known to like animals since I was little
When it was time I told him what to say and he agreed, it felt so strange and yet so in invigorating to have someone so huge groveling at my feet for mercy, I was so small. Back to the man who I was torturing I could swear on the creators light (if I believed in her) that with little show unfolding that I didn't need to eat for a whole year. He told her he was sorry for selling her to us and then with all the strength she could muster she picked the agiel and place it right over his heart and he was dying he gave me a look only I could understand and his last words were "mistress" then he departed to the underworld and after this I hugged Lila and told her that she had proved herself worthy and she was welcomed to the family of the sisters of the agiel and we would never hurt or betray her after my short speech she fainted
And after her there many other trainees and I derived pleasure in their torture their pain their screams their plead and was always itching for a fight so I could hurt someone so I could send another person to the underworld, but no matter how many people I killed and tortured it did nothing to fill the void I felt deep inside my heart and it would never be pacified until I killed him the person who pushed me to become what I proudly am today, and even though he had a hand I making me into a mordsith( which I was in no way ashamed of being ) he and I had a score settle