Feeling incomplete
by: Yui-chan
Warning: So that's my first fanfic at all ^_~ if you want to review me you can ^_^
Astaroth was sitting on his thron and watched his servants with hidden amusement in his eyes torment another of the prisoners. His emotionless face which seemed to be a mask didn't show any feelings. He leaned back in his seat and for one moment an evilish smile crossed his lips. He licked his bottom lip and watched the woman who was crying in pain. His heart beatened faster at the sight of the blood which flowed down the body of the still alive person. He loved the colour of the deep red blood. It was the only thing which brought him joy in his boring life.
After the woman was dead he stood up sighing and left the room. Now his eyes glittered with satisfaction but they showed something else. He walked through the long corridors and finally reached his own room. He went in and closed the door behind his back. He sat down on his large bed and leaned back on the soft pillows. He could barely see something. His room was almost as dark as night but he didn't want to light some candles. The dark atmosphere appeared pleasant to him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. He started to shiver slightly again like the last nights since Astarte had broke the spell which had lain on them and killed herself to rescue his life. After sitting there and thinking about the words Mad Hatter had said to him, that his sister had gave her life to save him, he stood up and went over to the other side of his room to look into the big mirror. Now there was no white snake on his right shoulder and his eyes narrowed in anger. He felt this uncomfortable feeling in his stomach and his anger rised once more. Within seconds he punched his fist into his reflection and the glass shattered into pieces. He looked down at his right hand which was bleeding badly. There was a big cut on the back of his hand and some bruises.The warm blood streamed out of his wound and dropped down to the floor.
He just stared at it and ignored the pain. He closed his eyes slowly and then started to chuckle which developed into laughter. But it sounded desperate and unfortunate. He fell to his knees and started to cry. He hated himself for being so weak and he hated his sister even more for being the reason for his behaviour. He didn't understand his sister. Why had she broke the spell to save him? He had always called her a slut and locked her up into his maze. She had been alone for all the time that's why she wanted to have a child. But it just made him sick that she swallowed some of the brides of his master Lucifer and claimed that they were her children. He had killed them all to see his sister suffer. And he didn't mind...
But now he felt guilty... his sister had loved him although he had treatened her in that way. He placed his left hand on his right shoulder where Astartes head had been when she was the white snake. He looked downcast for a moment and after some minutes he stood up and looked into the broken mirror. His eyes were now cold and unconcerned. He decided to forget about her. Why should he mourn her. She didn't need to rescue him, his life doesn't mean anything to him at all and she knew it. He looked down on his hand. The blood had almost dried and he licked some of it away. He wanted to see more blood and more pain in the eyes of other persons. He was bored again and that seemed to be a good matter to drive out those silly thoughts of his head.
He left his room and his face was emotionless again. But deep in his heart he felt the pain which would always be with him. He would always feel incomplete...
by: Yui-chan
Warning: So that's my first fanfic at all ^_~ if you want to review me you can ^_^
Astaroth was sitting on his thron and watched his servants with hidden amusement in his eyes torment another of the prisoners. His emotionless face which seemed to be a mask didn't show any feelings. He leaned back in his seat and for one moment an evilish smile crossed his lips. He licked his bottom lip and watched the woman who was crying in pain. His heart beatened faster at the sight of the blood which flowed down the body of the still alive person. He loved the colour of the deep red blood. It was the only thing which brought him joy in his boring life.
After the woman was dead he stood up sighing and left the room. Now his eyes glittered with satisfaction but they showed something else. He walked through the long corridors and finally reached his own room. He went in and closed the door behind his back. He sat down on his large bed and leaned back on the soft pillows. He could barely see something. His room was almost as dark as night but he didn't want to light some candles. The dark atmosphere appeared pleasant to him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. He started to shiver slightly again like the last nights since Astarte had broke the spell which had lain on them and killed herself to rescue his life. After sitting there and thinking about the words Mad Hatter had said to him, that his sister had gave her life to save him, he stood up and went over to the other side of his room to look into the big mirror. Now there was no white snake on his right shoulder and his eyes narrowed in anger. He felt this uncomfortable feeling in his stomach and his anger rised once more. Within seconds he punched his fist into his reflection and the glass shattered into pieces. He looked down at his right hand which was bleeding badly. There was a big cut on the back of his hand and some bruises.The warm blood streamed out of his wound and dropped down to the floor.
He just stared at it and ignored the pain. He closed his eyes slowly and then started to chuckle which developed into laughter. But it sounded desperate and unfortunate. He fell to his knees and started to cry. He hated himself for being so weak and he hated his sister even more for being the reason for his behaviour. He didn't understand his sister. Why had she broke the spell to save him? He had always called her a slut and locked her up into his maze. She had been alone for all the time that's why she wanted to have a child. But it just made him sick that she swallowed some of the brides of his master Lucifer and claimed that they were her children. He had killed them all to see his sister suffer. And he didn't mind...
But now he felt guilty... his sister had loved him although he had treatened her in that way. He placed his left hand on his right shoulder where Astartes head had been when she was the white snake. He looked downcast for a moment and after some minutes he stood up and looked into the broken mirror. His eyes were now cold and unconcerned. He decided to forget about her. Why should he mourn her. She didn't need to rescue him, his life doesn't mean anything to him at all and she knew it. He looked down on his hand. The blood had almost dried and he licked some of it away. He wanted to see more blood and more pain in the eyes of other persons. He was bored again and that seemed to be a good matter to drive out those silly thoughts of his head.
He left his room and his face was emotionless again. But deep in his heart he felt the pain which would always be with him. He would always feel incomplete...