This is a series, do not worry. Ivan is an immortal demon that powers center on gaining energy from fear and pain. Eliza is just here for plot use, ignore her. I do not own anything!
Ivan Braginsky was the father of two little, cute, blond haired mortals. That's right, the mighty immortal know for his bizarre plots to enjoy other's pain had an affair with a mortal and she gave birth to two tiny boys.
His favorite was named Alfred by his mother, a name passed down many generations in the mortals family. The second was a weak, frail boy named Mathew. Ivan had the pleasure of meeting them when they were six, after a long sickness episode that left the mother weak. Eliza requested that Ivan watch them for a little while through mail correspondence.
As soon as Ivan had arrived at the tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere a little blond blur was racing out the door after slamming it open. It ran to him and Ivan paused as the boy stopped in front of him and smiled so wide you could see all his teeth. "Hi Mister! Are you our daddy?"
That innocent question was all Ivan needed to feel smitten. He had said yes and welcomed a squirming Alfred into a hug.
Matthew, Ivan had decided, wasn't as cute. He had been standing by the door, trembling in anxiety. Ivan had seen plenty of that.
That night they left, leaving Eliza behind to recover with a promise to her boys that she would be better by the time they came back. Until the letter came saying she had died tragically in a strange bout of a new sickness.
The boys were sad and cried and comforted each other to make the hurt go away. Being as Ivan was, he remained stone faced but enjoyed gaining energy from the little boys.
At this point in Ivan's game the boys weren't sons. Oh no, they were pawns, toys, little dolls for Ivan to smash and break as he pleased.
After a few months of living on Ivan's ship, a huge vessel much similar to a navy ship, Ivan was more than ready to hear more of the sweet sobbing.
The boys were used to their life now, no longer dogging each other's footsteps. So Ivan invited little Alfred to his room instead of the one he shared with Matthew. A crewmate had taken a shine to Matthew and since Alfred was much better in Ivan's opinion, Ivan let him have Mathew.
Everything was normal, Alfred snuggling up to Ivan, almost dropping his eyes shut, when Ivan started the touching. At Alfred's gasp Ivan pulled the boy closer and thrust his arm down Alfred's pajama pants.
Alfred's whimpers started to get Ivan aroused to the point he pulled back. Alfred sighed in relief until Ivan pulled his pants down and ripped his shirt open. Alfred fought back, twisting in Ivan's arms, blue eyes filled with tears.
Ivan pushed Alfred down and forced himself in, relishing in Alfred's scream. He started moving, pulling out and pushing back into the tight heat. His hands wandered to Alfred's heaving chest as he pulled and pinched the boy's nipples, making the cries go higher in octave again.
At some point the pitiful boy started gushing blood around Ivan's length but Ivan didn't care. There was a reason why his sheets were a dark red.
Alfred had passed out by the time Ivan finished. Ivan pulled out and sat back, hearing similar but softer screams from nearby. He smiled at the feel of so much power from the scared children.
Ivan waited through the night until Alfred woke. "Good morning Alfred!" Ivan smiled a wickedly innocent smile at Alfred, who started to tear up again. "Now, now, don't you cry. Well, I'll enjoy it but you really shouldn't make me eager again."
Alfred trembled as Ivan reached down under the nearby nightstand. "Just go back to sleep, da?" He pulled out a long knife and turned quickly so that he was over the small boy who stared in shock at him. Ivan smiled again "Just sleep!"
He plunged the knife into the boy's chest as Alfred screamed. Again and again.
When the screams stopped Ivan expected a dead child but when he looked away from the pale chest covered in slices he saw a boy looking right at him. Alfred had no more fear on his face but pure anger.
This made Ivan angry made as well, the reason he picked children to torture was to see their pained faces as they died. Not an angry face like as if the boy knew exactly why Ivan did it and Alfred did not approve.
Ivan growled, picked the boy up, and marched out the door into the salty air.
Reaching the railing, Ivan smiled, this time more forced, as he looked down at the boy. "Goodbye, little Alfred. Say hello to Eliza for me. Your brother will join you shortly. Two down, one to go!"
At that Alfred was tossed into the ocean, his naked body thrashing until he finally sunk. The water turned red and that was that. Ivan smiled and turned away, it was time to find a new set of toys!
