Chapter three here! Just a little point of view on the other side of the story...
Lora Leigh is the ultimate awesomeness and she owns this series, any recognizable characters and situations belong to her.
WARNING!: Graphic scenes ahead!
Enjoy!
Ataxia, a realm ruled by the Furie-Demon Goddess, Eileithyia. In this realm she rules over her people and minions with the help of her two male brokers, Aristaeus and Ninon. Ataxia is a realm of Chaos, that thrives on Discord but it is neither good nor evil, and its leaders are neither good nor evil though they all relish violence and bloodshed.
She stood amongst the shadows bordering the corners of the cold, dark, and dank dungeon, staring at the filth chained to the wall. It had wasted away into nearly nothingness too soon.
"Not very sporting anymore, are you?" She rasped quietly, her husky voice echoing off the molding concrete walls.
She enjoyed its disgusted shudder and relished the fear springing to life in its eyes.
Her lip curled as she remembered when she had met this pathetic creature, this being that called itself a Breed.
Phantom had been male at one point in time, a tall, proud, and handsome beast of a Coyote, with shiny, wheat-colored hair and dark, almond eyes.
But now it was a hollow mockery of its former glory and all for a payment it refused to yield. Its refusal to procure tender cost it its life and soul in an eternity of torture.
She walked slowly over to one of the walls filled with various instruments bought solely for their ability to inflict pain in deliciously imaginative ways.
She lingered next to one, that she hadn't yet had the chance to use; on this creature or any other. A small, unkind smile graced her lips as she lightly fingered the spiked and jagged prongs. They were her version of tuning forks.
She lifted the small yet heavy metal rods from the wall and laid them on the tray next the scrawny chained body. Tilting her head, she pondered the most effective way to put them to use, grinning like the madman she was.
Picking them back up and she used their sharp serrations to flay open the creatures legs, deep enough to peel and pin the flesh into the concrete, revealing the strong unbroken femurs.
Not for long... She cackled to herself maniacally.
His pained moans and labored panting were music to her ears.
She flicked one fork with the other and laid the violently vibrating fork upon bare bone, which instantly fractured into a macabre disarray of spiderwebbing lines.
The male let out a beautiful shriek as she once again flicked the forks together and laid them onto his other bone, shattering his knee cap.
She tensed as she felt the approach of another demon.
Aristaeus.
Her loyal friend and subject had better have a damn good reason for interrupting her fun.
"What do you want." She breathed quietly.
"Milady, I'va deal fer yeh." He responded as he dropped an unconscious girl to the floor.
"And?"
"From a Breed."
"Another? Where in Chaos are they getting the knowledge of the summoning?"
"From a loose-lipped sorry excuse of a human, which reminds me, his contract is up and we've no payment as of yet. Also, he's dead."
"He's what?"
"Dead."
"Yes, I heard that part" She huffed impatiently. "I want to know why, dimskull."
He gave her a rogue grin. "The Breeds that summoned me killed him."
Phantom had quieted when they had begun talking and know was listening intently.
That would not do. It was still too nosy for its own good.
"Tell me what you think Phantom, your race is instigating a deal. Are you not curious?" She asked as she carressed his cheek with the bloody prongs.
It whimpered pathetically.
"Well? Answer me!" She demanded slamming the jagged prongs into his left eye.
His wonderful shrieks met her ears and she sighed in pleasure.
"No answer then?" She frowned, wiping the forks clean and chimed them, touching them to his femurs once again, savoring the splintering noises and more screams.
"What do they want, Ari?" She asked disinterestedly, with every intention of just ignoring the summons. She took one fork and sliced into Phantom's abdomen.
"Help for his daughter, I presume she is ill and he wishes for yer services in healin' her or returnin' her to normal."
"Mmm," She murmured noncomitally, not really paying attention as she severed his liver and watched the blood pool with half-lidded eyes.
"He has offered an open payment." Ari responded quietly, he too was distracted by the ruby pools.
She reached inside and pulled on his intestine, sinking her claws deep. He keened loudly, writhing and then screaming more with each movement. She burrowed her hands deeper and gently carressed his spine.
He froze and his breath caught while Ari leaned forward in anticipation.
"What was that?" She asked in a whisper with her head cocked to the left.
Ari just grunted and watched with hs eyes riveted as sh cracked and bent Phantom's spine. He let out a silent scream and then went limp, his breath leaving him in a rush as he died.
"Well that didn't last as long as I had hoped." Eileithyia pouted cutely. "What were we talking about?"
"Mm, some Breed deal."
"Oh, yes. What was the payment?"
"Open, he say."
"Open? As in...?"
"As in, he say wha'ever yeh want that he is able and willin' to provide." Aristaeus replied while petting the unconscious girl crumpled on the floor.
"Ooh! This is so exciting!" She squealed loudly, waking the girl just as Ari snapped chains around her ankles.
She summoned one of her handmaidens.
"Revive him and clean him up. Then give him to Ninon, I'm going to be away for a while."
"I take it, yeh acceptin' the deal?"
"Mm, yes. Yes, I am and you are going to help me."
Ari pouted at her.
"Go enjoy your toy while you can. We have a lot of background information to steal and a bit of recon to do as well." She said and then watched as Ari and his female toy faded out of sight.
Poor girl, she was in for a rough night. Probably wouldn't be sane by the time the sun came up. None of Ari's toys ever were.
Sigh, what a waste.
So... Tell me what you think...
Do you enjoy it so far and do you want more?
Also, do not try those things at home cause I think they may result in unpleasant consequences...