Title: Revenge
Spoilers: Some - none
Warning. Dilandau x Van Rape. This gets disturbing.
Author: Dilandau
Flames are welcomed.
The sun was low in the sky, and Dilandau, captain of the dragon slayers, was sitting, half hidden by shadows in the dimly lit quarters where the dragon slayers spent their nights and free time. If you could see his eyes, which you couldn't as they were covered by the darkness of the shadows, you would see that his expression was blank, starring at a point on the floor as if trying to burn a hole through it. His right hand was tracing a scar, starkly visible on his pale skin, and if you were close enough, you would barely hear him murmur a single name with every breath. Van . Suddenly a soft laugh escaped his barely moving lips, sounding explosive in the quiet room. The dragon slayers turned to look at him, and then each other with worry as their captain's laughter grew louder. "Chesta ." He murmured, with sudden calmness. Chesta turned towards him, cringing, expecting a blow to the stomach, or maybe the face. "Y..Yes Dilandau-Sama?" "Do you know what I'm going to do.when I catch that boy .. I'm sure you know his name ." "You mean .. Van, Dilandau-sama?" He turned his nervous gaze to the other five dragon slayers who were watching the exchange between their fellow comrade and their captain. "You would kill him when you caught him . right?" "WRONG!" Chesta suddenly found himself on the ground, holding his left cheek looking up at his captain who was now standing, hand still outstretched from the blow he had just dealt. "I will humiliate him, scar him like he has done to me! I want to hurt him.I want him begging me for mercy." With that, he began his manic laughter as his loyal dragon slayers cringed. "Now. Laugh."
Elsewhere in the Floating Fortress.
A figure laying face down on the floor of one of the many rooms in the Floating Fortress stirred, and managed to lift himself up enough to be able to see his surroundings. His vision was a bit blurry, but he was able to make out a dresser, a small cot in the corner of the room, and two doors, one on each side of the room. He lifted himself into a sitting position, still on the floor, shaking his head and running one hand through chocolate brown tresses, trying to remember just where he was and why. Realization dawned on the boy just as he heard the doorknob of the first door turn, and he jumped to his feet, stumbling for the dimness had not yet left his mind. He felt sluggish and heavy, wondering to himself if this was the after effect of some drug. The door opened, and the dark figure of his brother stepped inside, not looking the least surprised at the sight of his brother. "Folken . why ." Folken shook his head, refusing to look at the form of his younger brother.
"It is not a necessity for you to know. I came to check up on you, and now that I see you are indeed fine, I shall go." With that, he turned and left. The distinct sound of a door locking was heard from the other side.
"Damn Folken, NO!" Van threw his fist into the wall, wincing as pins and needles raced up his arm, and a small sob escaped his lips. He tried to make himself as small as he could, curling up into a ball while leaning against one of the stark white walls, wallowing in dispair.
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Dilandau walked confidently down the hallway, dressed in that fine uniform of his, smirking at the looks of awe and respect he gained by just walking his men to the training room. Yes, even with that ghastly scar that marred his perfect features, he still held that special something that made him superior, that of course was why he had been chosen to lead the dragon slayers. The dragon slayers walked behind their captain, looking as dignified as they could to please their master. Every now and then though, you would hear a quiet whisper, a barely audible conversation between two dragon slayers sharing the latest gossip of the Floating Fortress.
"And you know . I heard that Folken's brother is back in the Fortress again-"
"The one Dilandau-sama hates so much?"
"Yeah, I've heard he's staying in a room again, not a dungeon cell. We don't even get our own rooms. That's su-" The whole procession stopped as Dilandau halted abruptly, the last two dragon slayers in the line, Miguel and Dallet finding themselves on the floor for they had walked straight into Chesta and Gatti. They all turned to stair at the back of their captain who was still standing in the middle of the hallway, dangerously still.
"Did you say . that Van is in this Fortress . right now?"
"Yes Dilandau-Sama .. I mean, that's what I've heard."
Dilandau suddenly spun around to face the trembling Miguel, that blank look dominating his features instead of that vaguely smug one that he was known for. "Go. Go to the training room, I'll meet you there." With that he turned and walked in the opposite direction, oblivious to the stairs focused on his back.
Van lay on the small white cot that matched the walls, and pretty much everything else in the room. He had explored the small expanse of the room, finding nothing of use to his escape inside. The dresser was empty, and the second door had turned out to be a bathroom with all the normalities of a bathroom except a shower. He had one arm flung over his eyes, and didn't bother to get up as he heard the door rattle, a signal that someone was about to enter. He had figured that it was just his brother again, and said nothing as he felt the presence of another enter the room. It was only when he heard a soft chuckle that definitely did not belong to his brother that he looked to view the intruder. He nearly choked as he met Dilandau's garnet colored gaze, scrambling to his feet in seconds.
"You!.Dilandau, what are you doing here?" All he got from the slightly crazed captain was an amused stare. He watched in silence as the taller teenager took a few steps closer to him until they were almost touching. Dilandau suddenly lashed out at the draconian, punching him in the jaw, sending him reeling back onto the cot in which he had just risen from.
"I've been waiting for a long time to see you like this.." More manic laughter. Van pulled himself up to give his assailant a look of contempt, a trail of blood making its way from the corner of his mouth, down to his chin. "You . I'll kill you this time Dilandau, not just scar your face. Remember who did that?" With that, he launched himself at the albino, taking him by surprise and knocking him to the ground. A brief struggle ensued, each trying to force the other to the bottom. Finally, Dilandau pinned the boy king's arms above his head, straddling the other's waist to keep him from escaping his grasp. Their breathing was harsh, and Dilandau gave the boy a smug kind of smirk, pulling a small knife from the inside of his now bloodstained uniform. He let the light play on the blade, holding it up to the others face so he could see the sharpness of the edge. "You lose, King Van. You don't have your little bitch Hitomi to help you know . or that pansy Allen either." He murmured, bringing the edge of the blade dangerously close to the other's eye. He pressed down, and dragged the blade from the corner of his captives left eye to the base of his face, delighting in the trail of blood left behind. He smirked at the boy trapped under his weight as he licked the blood from the blade, watching the mask of horror on his captive's face. He dropped the blade, and with his now free hand, he slapped the boy across his left cheek, smearing his blood across his face. He laughed softly at the small grunt issued by the abused boy. "Look now, we match. Some King you are, can't protect himself let alone a whole country." He tilted his head, smirking at the glare of pure hatred he received. "You don't like that Van-Sama? Speaking of sama, I don't believe you don't treat me with enough respect .. I want you to say it Van . Say Dilandau-sama." Van gritted his teeth, snarling at the other boy. "I wouldn't lower myself that low..Let me go, or Folken will.." "Folken won't do anything, because he won't know." Smirk. He leaned over the boy, grabbing one of his captured hands. "Say it." "Neve-Ahhh." The resounding crack of a breaking bone filled the room followed by a short scream from the boy now struggling under the captain's grasp. "Want to say it now?" "N..No..Ahhhh." Another crack and another muffled yelp filled the room. Dilandau reached for a third finger, smirking at the pained look on the other's face. "This must be painful Van.. Why don't you just give in? I see those tears. Do you wish to cry before me?" The boy bit his lip, blood seeping from where skin had been broken. Dilandau shrugged, and applied pressure when he heard Van murmur something under his breath. "What was that Van?" "Dilandau-sama.." The boy choked out, turning away from the boy sitting on top of him "Will you kill me now..?" The albino smirked and laughed. "You break so easily Van, besides, there are much more interesting things to do to you while you're alive. For an instance, torture, rape, then death, not specifically in that order. I could rape you first, then torture your defiled body, then grant you death. I could even torture you, then kill you, then rape your dead body." He laughed harder at the expression of pure horror on the boy's face as his struggles began anew. "You wouldn't . dare touch me .." He said through gritted teeth, trying with all the strength left in him to escape the others grasp. "Heheh. I beg to differ. I think I might just rape you and then kill you, torture has never been my thing." "You.Fag. I always knew you were gay.." The albino said nothing, but hauled the boy to his feet, forcing him onto the bed, holding him down with his weight. For hours later, the screams of a tortured soul drifted through the empty halls of the Floating Fortress.
When it was finally over, Dilandau lifted himself off the bleeding and nearly unconscious Van. He snickered at the once pridefull king of Fanalia, now reduced to a whimpering mess on the cot stained red with blood. He dressed himself, smoothing his immaculate hair back, giving the boy one last look over. The boy's body was covered in bleeding scratches, cuts, and bruises of various colors, and tears seeped from the corners of the boys non seeing eyes. Dilandau smirked as he brought a small bottle from his pocket, a flask of alcohol he had saved for such an occasion. He poured it over the tortured boy, almost smiling at the pained noises the boy made as the alcohol came in contact with the boy's many wounds. He then turned around; taking a pack of matches out of his pocket and lighting one, throwing it over his shoulder onto the alcohol soaked boy as he left. He closed the door, oblivious to the screams coming from inside, and calmly walked towards the training room. The sun began to rise. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- Yes, I'm evil to Van --; But then again, I am Dilandau-Sama )
Spoilers: Some - none
Warning. Dilandau x Van Rape. This gets disturbing.
Author: Dilandau
Flames are welcomed.
The sun was low in the sky, and Dilandau, captain of the dragon slayers, was sitting, half hidden by shadows in the dimly lit quarters where the dragon slayers spent their nights and free time. If you could see his eyes, which you couldn't as they were covered by the darkness of the shadows, you would see that his expression was blank, starring at a point on the floor as if trying to burn a hole through it. His right hand was tracing a scar, starkly visible on his pale skin, and if you were close enough, you would barely hear him murmur a single name with every breath. Van . Suddenly a soft laugh escaped his barely moving lips, sounding explosive in the quiet room. The dragon slayers turned to look at him, and then each other with worry as their captain's laughter grew louder. "Chesta ." He murmured, with sudden calmness. Chesta turned towards him, cringing, expecting a blow to the stomach, or maybe the face. "Y..Yes Dilandau-Sama?" "Do you know what I'm going to do.when I catch that boy .. I'm sure you know his name ." "You mean .. Van, Dilandau-sama?" He turned his nervous gaze to the other five dragon slayers who were watching the exchange between their fellow comrade and their captain. "You would kill him when you caught him . right?" "WRONG!" Chesta suddenly found himself on the ground, holding his left cheek looking up at his captain who was now standing, hand still outstretched from the blow he had just dealt. "I will humiliate him, scar him like he has done to me! I want to hurt him.I want him begging me for mercy." With that, he began his manic laughter as his loyal dragon slayers cringed. "Now. Laugh."
Elsewhere in the Floating Fortress.
A figure laying face down on the floor of one of the many rooms in the Floating Fortress stirred, and managed to lift himself up enough to be able to see his surroundings. His vision was a bit blurry, but he was able to make out a dresser, a small cot in the corner of the room, and two doors, one on each side of the room. He lifted himself into a sitting position, still on the floor, shaking his head and running one hand through chocolate brown tresses, trying to remember just where he was and why. Realization dawned on the boy just as he heard the doorknob of the first door turn, and he jumped to his feet, stumbling for the dimness had not yet left his mind. He felt sluggish and heavy, wondering to himself if this was the after effect of some drug. The door opened, and the dark figure of his brother stepped inside, not looking the least surprised at the sight of his brother. "Folken . why ." Folken shook his head, refusing to look at the form of his younger brother.
"It is not a necessity for you to know. I came to check up on you, and now that I see you are indeed fine, I shall go." With that, he turned and left. The distinct sound of a door locking was heard from the other side.
"Damn Folken, NO!" Van threw his fist into the wall, wincing as pins and needles raced up his arm, and a small sob escaped his lips. He tried to make himself as small as he could, curling up into a ball while leaning against one of the stark white walls, wallowing in dispair.
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Dilandau walked confidently down the hallway, dressed in that fine uniform of his, smirking at the looks of awe and respect he gained by just walking his men to the training room. Yes, even with that ghastly scar that marred his perfect features, he still held that special something that made him superior, that of course was why he had been chosen to lead the dragon slayers. The dragon slayers walked behind their captain, looking as dignified as they could to please their master. Every now and then though, you would hear a quiet whisper, a barely audible conversation between two dragon slayers sharing the latest gossip of the Floating Fortress.
"And you know . I heard that Folken's brother is back in the Fortress again-"
"The one Dilandau-sama hates so much?"
"Yeah, I've heard he's staying in a room again, not a dungeon cell. We don't even get our own rooms. That's su-" The whole procession stopped as Dilandau halted abruptly, the last two dragon slayers in the line, Miguel and Dallet finding themselves on the floor for they had walked straight into Chesta and Gatti. They all turned to stair at the back of their captain who was still standing in the middle of the hallway, dangerously still.
"Did you say . that Van is in this Fortress . right now?"
"Yes Dilandau-Sama .. I mean, that's what I've heard."
Dilandau suddenly spun around to face the trembling Miguel, that blank look dominating his features instead of that vaguely smug one that he was known for. "Go. Go to the training room, I'll meet you there." With that he turned and walked in the opposite direction, oblivious to the stairs focused on his back.
Van lay on the small white cot that matched the walls, and pretty much everything else in the room. He had explored the small expanse of the room, finding nothing of use to his escape inside. The dresser was empty, and the second door had turned out to be a bathroom with all the normalities of a bathroom except a shower. He had one arm flung over his eyes, and didn't bother to get up as he heard the door rattle, a signal that someone was about to enter. He had figured that it was just his brother again, and said nothing as he felt the presence of another enter the room. It was only when he heard a soft chuckle that definitely did not belong to his brother that he looked to view the intruder. He nearly choked as he met Dilandau's garnet colored gaze, scrambling to his feet in seconds.
"You!.Dilandau, what are you doing here?" All he got from the slightly crazed captain was an amused stare. He watched in silence as the taller teenager took a few steps closer to him until they were almost touching. Dilandau suddenly lashed out at the draconian, punching him in the jaw, sending him reeling back onto the cot in which he had just risen from.
"I've been waiting for a long time to see you like this.." More manic laughter. Van pulled himself up to give his assailant a look of contempt, a trail of blood making its way from the corner of his mouth, down to his chin. "You . I'll kill you this time Dilandau, not just scar your face. Remember who did that?" With that, he launched himself at the albino, taking him by surprise and knocking him to the ground. A brief struggle ensued, each trying to force the other to the bottom. Finally, Dilandau pinned the boy king's arms above his head, straddling the other's waist to keep him from escaping his grasp. Their breathing was harsh, and Dilandau gave the boy a smug kind of smirk, pulling a small knife from the inside of his now bloodstained uniform. He let the light play on the blade, holding it up to the others face so he could see the sharpness of the edge. "You lose, King Van. You don't have your little bitch Hitomi to help you know . or that pansy Allen either." He murmured, bringing the edge of the blade dangerously close to the other's eye. He pressed down, and dragged the blade from the corner of his captives left eye to the base of his face, delighting in the trail of blood left behind. He smirked at the boy trapped under his weight as he licked the blood from the blade, watching the mask of horror on his captive's face. He dropped the blade, and with his now free hand, he slapped the boy across his left cheek, smearing his blood across his face. He laughed softly at the small grunt issued by the abused boy. "Look now, we match. Some King you are, can't protect himself let alone a whole country." He tilted his head, smirking at the glare of pure hatred he received. "You don't like that Van-Sama? Speaking of sama, I don't believe you don't treat me with enough respect .. I want you to say it Van . Say Dilandau-sama." Van gritted his teeth, snarling at the other boy. "I wouldn't lower myself that low..Let me go, or Folken will.." "Folken won't do anything, because he won't know." Smirk. He leaned over the boy, grabbing one of his captured hands. "Say it." "Neve-Ahhh." The resounding crack of a breaking bone filled the room followed by a short scream from the boy now struggling under the captain's grasp. "Want to say it now?" "N..No..Ahhhh." Another crack and another muffled yelp filled the room. Dilandau reached for a third finger, smirking at the pained look on the other's face. "This must be painful Van.. Why don't you just give in? I see those tears. Do you wish to cry before me?" The boy bit his lip, blood seeping from where skin had been broken. Dilandau shrugged, and applied pressure when he heard Van murmur something under his breath. "What was that Van?" "Dilandau-sama.." The boy choked out, turning away from the boy sitting on top of him "Will you kill me now..?" The albino smirked and laughed. "You break so easily Van, besides, there are much more interesting things to do to you while you're alive. For an instance, torture, rape, then death, not specifically in that order. I could rape you first, then torture your defiled body, then grant you death. I could even torture you, then kill you, then rape your dead body." He laughed harder at the expression of pure horror on the boy's face as his struggles began anew. "You wouldn't . dare touch me .." He said through gritted teeth, trying with all the strength left in him to escape the others grasp. "Heheh. I beg to differ. I think I might just rape you and then kill you, torture has never been my thing." "You.Fag. I always knew you were gay.." The albino said nothing, but hauled the boy to his feet, forcing him onto the bed, holding him down with his weight. For hours later, the screams of a tortured soul drifted through the empty halls of the Floating Fortress.
When it was finally over, Dilandau lifted himself off the bleeding and nearly unconscious Van. He snickered at the once pridefull king of Fanalia, now reduced to a whimpering mess on the cot stained red with blood. He dressed himself, smoothing his immaculate hair back, giving the boy one last look over. The boy's body was covered in bleeding scratches, cuts, and bruises of various colors, and tears seeped from the corners of the boys non seeing eyes. Dilandau smirked as he brought a small bottle from his pocket, a flask of alcohol he had saved for such an occasion. He poured it over the tortured boy, almost smiling at the pained noises the boy made as the alcohol came in contact with the boy's many wounds. He then turned around; taking a pack of matches out of his pocket and lighting one, throwing it over his shoulder onto the alcohol soaked boy as he left. He closed the door, oblivious to the screams coming from inside, and calmly walked towards the training room. The sun began to rise. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- Yes, I'm evil to Van --; But then again, I am Dilandau-Sama )