I; The Brilliance of White.
"his soul, no longer warmed by his spirit, grew blacker
than the dusk that engulfed the sky, but his wings defied this change of heart
and shone in a brilliant hue of white."
A metallic taste quickly coated and gathered in her mouth as his vice-like grip on her jaw caused her bite down on her lower lip, but the sharp jolt of pain elicited a soft and delicate whimper from her elevated body, which was only drowned out in the dull thrum of the machina pipes that infested her cell walls. Plump, scarlet tears swiftly collected at the corners of her mouth, and began to dribble down to her chin, leaving macabre stains in their deliberate wake. His dark eyes lit up and followed them all the way down until one met her white shawl, and then he sneered at her, teeth bared in what was a gross deconstruction of a familiar smile. Before she even knew what was happening, he abruptly pulled his grip away, letting her tumble to the cold floor with a harsh crack.
She looked up at him, golden eyes welling up and filming over, pleading for an answer or some semblance of the friend she once knew, just…something. Anything, but to no avail, and her heart dropped as blue within black eyes coldly stared down at her hunched form. He merely sniffed at her, giving her one last indifferent look before leaving her in a shower of incandescent feathers, the door slamming and locking behind him. After a few moments of silence, she sputtered and wept, marring the persistently glowing feathers that lay scattered all about her with red flecks until she hid her face in her hands in a mixture of shame and despair. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, the facts were lain completely bare in front of her, despite how badly she wanted to dismiss them and think of this as just a dream.
His soul, his heart, his entire being – she could feel that it all had changed, somehow tainted by this newfound brilliance of white wings. He had been changed into something completely different; a shell of his former self, someone she never knew could be birthed of him. She wanted to believe that he actually didn't want to hurt her, that this was just Malpercio using him as a puppet – torturing her with the visage of one she cared for, allowing the evil god to cause melancholy within the hearts of those who dared to defy his second coming.
But as the days passed, the black wiry cords of doubt slowly entangled and strangled her fluttering heart, she found it less realistic and more naïve to believe such hopeful little thoughts. She began to wonder if this so called taint, this pure radiant white, simply amplified a sinister and convoluted part of himself that he had cleverly kept hidden underneath a rough yet endearing exterior. That maybe, possibly, he was always like this but her adoration had blinded her thus far, allowing her to be carelessly ignorant to the danger that lurked right beside her.
This realization made Xelha wince and spit out what blood had remained pooled under her tongue, for as of right then, her own emotional weakness towards him sickened even her.
Dark!Kalas? Well, this is my attempt at him interacting with Xelha at least. Ahh well, this is my interpretation of what happened at the imperial fortress, because I think that Xelha spent more than one night in her little baby cell. This will be a, uhm, three to four part series? Possibly. I dunno. Anyway~ Criticism would be greatly appreciated, as well as advice to help me improve for the later installments. Thanks in advance!