Chapter Seven: madan ~Der Freischutz~

"And does evil like beauty, steal the soul by night? And Satan himself as a beacon, come as an angel of light?" – Steve Sayles

VII.

White light…

White noise…

The unbroken flow…

It must be a dream…

No…

Iie…

It wasn't a dream…

It wasn't even a nightmare…

Is it real?

It is real…

Marik

The Darkness…

Wrapped in circles…

Work of an entity's hands…

You're scared because I love you…

You're beautiful because I want you to be…

You're alone because no one wants you….

Fate brought you to me…

And you are here to stay…

Was it an illusion?

Her eyes were clouded.

Empty…

Nothingness…

Looking up at the sky…

His eyes were black…

Blacker than black…

Color of Oblivion…

Sinking…

Deep crevasse…

Moving backwards…

A rush of emotion…

She mused.

He held.

She remembered…

'Such pure innocence…'

A toy…

A game…

He won.

She lost.

She gave in.

A toy…

A doll…

Bruised, bleeding, and sore, Serenity curled up in a corner, holding her legs closed to her chest, biting her chapped lips while doing so. She dared not to look at the monster who had taken her, who has disappeared after they…..

After they….

She didn't want to think about it.

Pain bit at her skin and disgust scarred her like sharp razors.

She felt disgusting.

She felt worthless.

She felt dirty from the inside out.

He violated her.

And she allowed him to do so.

She actually….enjoyed it.

She gave in.

She gave in to her carnal desires.

For the sake of human contact.

He wasn't human.

He was a monster.

She was not a virgin anymore.

Never again would she be pure or innocent.

She gave in to him.

She gave in.

She felt the bitter cold.

Her clothes were ripped to shreds.

She was still very sore.

From the deflowering.

He took her innocence.

Marik.

The name felt smooth, yet sharp.

It felt like acid on her tongue.

It left a bad taste in her mouth.

He took away her virginity, her purity.

It would not be forgotten.

It would not be forgiven.

Especially since he is a monster.

A monster, an entity of her nightmares.

For now, he was gone.

He was cleaning himself up.

Leaving her dirty.

Leaving her in the dust.

She let him take her.

So there would be no more pain.

Pathetic.

Just pathetic.

The experience.

It wasn't supposed to be…

But it was…

No one was there…

But him…

And her…

No one…

Because of him…

She didn't like being bound. She hated the feeling – the very mentioning of uselessness and only to be seen as a toy, a means to an end. It was sickening. It was disgusting, it was so terrifying,

It starts all over again. The writhing, the bucking, the irreparable noise, disgusting and sickening voices, the demon coming back over and over again until the deed is fulfilled. Until everything is fulfilled – no one will make it out alive, not by a long shot. The sunset gold skin wields his tool of destruction and power, holding the power of God in his hands – somehow everything he touches ends up being destroyed. The many people near the tower are now nothing but wasted and unnecessary space. They bend, beg, and need to be alone, need to go away, but no – he has burned that bridge – the monster – the merciless demon.

Everything is suddenly obsidian, black, ebony, Oblivion. Nothing is there anymore. The sheath upon itself is just too strong. She knew this as she looked around the dark corridors, where everywhere she looked, there was ruby liquid, where the bodies of her friends lay, twisted, eyes and mouths agape, and many peacefully away in slumber. She would ask why – why are they dead? Why is my brother dead? Why are my friends dead? In one moment, she would then cry out in anguish and insanity and sadness and loss before she would fall down onto the steel ground with them, dead as they were, dead as the fallen comrades and the deceased Pharaoh. She cries tears of agony as she mourns them, asking herself why she was spared. How could this have happened?! Why her?! One minute they were alive and here, the next minute she knew, they were dead.

Why?! Why?! This couldn't be real! Why did this happen?! What did she do to deserve this?! What did she do to see this hell?! She wanted them back, her brother, her friends, everyone. She just wanted them back right now! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!!!!! Make them come back!

Echoing laughter rose from the abyss of her despair and his enjoyment.

"You are finally mine, dear Serenity."

A dark voice has answered.

The girl Serenity froze instantly. Upon hearing the dark voice, her eyes shifted upwards and away from the bodies laying around her and saw eyes.

A lot of eyes, with faceless forms and tongues wagging at her, fingers pointing in every direction from the darkness they were created from. She grimaced and stepped away until she saw him – the demon, the monster. He grinned at her, his Cheshire grin illuminated by the light emanating from him, with the golden weapon tight in his hand.

Her breathing came out in sharp gasps, lungs constricting painfully in her chest. She couldn't move, couldn't even breathe as she saw him walk towards her, his grin becoming one of lust and fractured sanity. She heard the whispering nightmares he murmured as she fell down on her knees and prayed for this to be a nightmare, a horrible nightmare, hoping to God that this was all an illusion, her mind playing tricks on her.

She shut her eyes before she felt his hands upon her face, silk caresses and razor sharp nails marring her already bloodstained flesh, and then shuddering as she felt his long and slick tongue trail up her cheek and lap up her tainted tears, kissing her lips almost mockingly soft in an effort to console her.

She heard him lick his lips stained by the copper-producing liquid. She felt him smile upon her lifeblood-stained mouth, loving every minute of his dominating power over her inevitable submission. Yes, everything was falling into place, and the pieces were almost complete.

Silly Serenity-pretty, she has no idea. I am the Oblivion….

"Delicioussssssssssssssssss...."

All she heard was a scream of pure terror and fright. Then something happened – that scream was her own, and the room started spinning.

It had been over an hour after they had done the deed, yet he still wasn't back yet. Not that she wanted him back; he caused her nothing but pain and suffering, doused with physical comfort so he have her right in his grasp.

She had fallen asleep soon afterwards, but she felt as if it was all a dream, a horrific nightmare that couldn't have possibly taken place in reality. But it did, and there was no answer to the many questions in her head right now.

Step.

She jerked her head up.

A footstep.

He was coming back.

After all this time…

There was no telling what he would do…

The door opened and there stood the monster named Marik, dressed in the clothes that imposed his dark form, yet clung to his skin ever so subtlety. His very masculine body seemed very intimidating to Serenity, yet was so very alluring to her in a mysterious sort of way.

But why would she think like this?

He was her captor.

Supposedly.

"Well now, how is my fair, virgin maiden holding up? I wouldn't want to think that I traumatized you, little one." He said as he walked towards her.

She didn't dare to say anything as she forced herself to look at him. Nothing would make the situation any better.

His eyes narrowed before he knelt down before her. "What's wrong, my dear? I thought you would be happy with my return, since it can get quite lonely in here." A small smile tugged at his lips, pleased with her attentive gaze, a look of assumed admiration upon her face.

"We certainly had fun a while ago, didn't we? Don't be shy, my dear. You know you enjoyed it, by the way you screamed out my name so beautifully." He chuckled to himself as he let one finger trail down her cheek.

A flush came to her face and she buried her head on her knees, embarrassed and ashamed.

He inched toward her a little bit more before he found himself curious over what she was feeling, what she was thinking and what she thought about their encounter. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out a seemingly long handkerchief, which turned out to be a short white sleeveless nightgown with spaghetti straps.

"Here. Wear this." He threw the nightgown over to her, who caught it in surprise of his change of heart. She cautiously kept it close to her chest, her eyes narrowed and not daring to look at him.

He stood up and turned around. Go ahead, change into it. It's not like I haven't seen you free of clothing already." He said the latter with a perverse tone in his voice, making the girl's face grow hot with shame. She then quickly put on the silk nightgown, which turned out that it didn't leave much to the imagination. Her chest fit into the front in a cleavage while the nightgown stopped at mid-thigh.

Marik turned back to face Serenity, smiled curtly and licked his lips at the sight of her, eyes half-lidded in awaking lust. Serenity's face turned a shade of burgundy and she crossed her arms to cover her chest, away from the demon's bedroom eyes.

"I told this before, my dear Serenity, there's nothing for you to be ashamed of – we all have needs and desires and they must be fulfilled in one way or another. There is no escaping that, my dear." The demon replied, smirking.

Serenity shut her eyes and she let herself fall to her knees, hanging her head in the deep regret she allowed to wallow inside her. She was filled with an intense array of emotions; ones that made her feel sick to the core, but also she didn't want to provoke the demon that has her now. One false move and he would kill her in any possible way or form, even if she spoke a thousand apologies.

"You're right…."

Marik looked down and tilted his head upon hearing the girl's sweet voice, both puzzlement and growing curiosity present in his dark eyes. "Oh?" This should be interesting – she never directly agreed with him, but now that she was saying it right to him, he had a feeling that she wasn't going to resist him anymore.

"You were right about that, Marik, I couldn't resist…and I didn't want to, and now that….it...has happened, I just knew that I couldn't…..there is no escaping that." Her voice was wavering from the futile prevention of her own tears being present, but the sad liquid dripped down her face, unable to be stopped. She closed her eyes on her own accord in the means of stopping the flow of the sad liquid.

"Serenity…"

Her eyes opened. His voice was of a dangerous tone now – did he think that he was being lied to? She lifted her head slowly, locking her wavering eyes with his dark amethysts.

He lifted his hand and he curled his index finger, the "come hither" meaning sinking into her mind. "Come here, Serenity."

She instantly froze – what was he going to do? What was she going to do? She had no other choice…his red-violet eyes emitted a venomous glare at her that was tinged with the affection that he felt for her, so she had no say in the matter. She crawled over to him, almost groveling at his feet for a moment, but she then lifted her head carefully to lock her eyes with his.

"Stand on your feet."

She quickly stood up to meet his gaze, her face stained with wet tears and her body shuddering at the feeling of his eyes crinkling in amusement.

The eyes softened unexpectedly before he let his arm curl around her waist, pulling her against him, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, but sooner or later he began to smile at her, one dripping with malice and lust, or what was already there.

"You've finally seen the truth, my dear Serenity. At last you cannot resist what was right in front of you the whole time. You can't resist your desires, no matter how much your willpower stands against your sins." He lifted her up so she would be standing upright, latching onto the girl's bruised hands, intertwining their fingers and startling her out of her stupor. His eyes bore into hers, resulting in quiet terror and quelled fear arising from the poor girl.

"My dear…in my presence…you no longer have anything but me….did you honestly think that you could fool me with your feeble lies? You're nothing but a fool, pretty songbird, a songbird that will produce nothing but music for me and me alone." His forehead barely touched hers, the glowing mark hot against her skin as his soft lips brushed against her quivering flesh.

"I told you I would see you soon Serenity, remember?" HHHHe said seductively, leaning forward to nuzzle in the crook of her neck, still holding onto her hands outward, making her arms ache in doing so. "Don't you remember when I saw you in your room before the duels began, when I held you, and every time my hands have held an inch of you, your heart leapt with joy and sung in your chest?"

She remembered…

"Right now, I'm looking for something else to occupy my time," he said, toying with his victim's reddish-brown hair, lacing it with his right hand. "Something much more enticing than anything else I've been doing here…"

Leaving the sentence to hang in the air, the hand that was playing with her hair went lower and lower until his fingers met her spine. He began stroking it in an almost erotic way, leaving only but chills to the girl's nerve endings. He then brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, and she shuddered as she felt his tongue leave its slick trail on her neck.

Serenity clenched her fists tightly, biting her lip so she would keep her composure intact. Before she knew it, Marik began to kiss her neck softly, almost playfully, his hands leaving quivers on her arms, shifting to her chest area. She whimpered at the feel, shocks running up her spine before she felt his hands under her shirt and underneath her brassiere, playing with the soft skin and teasing her nipples with his index fingers. A shocked gasp escaped her lips and he chuckled in a low voice, inhaling the smell of her hair.

"As much as I would love to finish up and rob you of your purity, I like to twist and bend my victim's sanity even more." Marik said, his lips brushing against Serenity's right ear. He stood up and ambled to the doorway.

"So, I'm going to go and complete something else: getting rid of your friends one by one and taking your brother and the pharaoh apart piece by piece, my dear." He walked out of the room, already forming new and insane ideas in his head, with a wicked grin playing on his lips. (1)

Eyes dilated and widened all at once with the recollection of that memory – she didn't wan to believe in it, she made herself believe that it was just a figment of her imagination, though his touches felt so real. It felt all so wrong, but at the same time, she found herself turning red at that reminiscence.

No.

She didn't want to believe in it.

She couldn't.

She just couldn't.

It was surreal, perhaps her mind playing tricks on her.

Maybe that was it.

But…

It was real.

Just a simple truth.

It was real.

Just as real as when they…

Hair becoming a crimson wave…

Begging for release…

Shaking and panicking…

Pulses growing quicker…

The white heat…

A bad desire.

The malicious voices.

Plummeting hearts…

"I….I…I remember…." She spoke finally, the words slipping out of her mouth and into his ear.

A gilded cage….

Songbird…

Upon hearing her established remembrance, his facial features twisted slightly, his eyes were tinged with the madness soon to come, and his hand achingly reached behind him so he would reach his weapon, the Millennium Rod, so convincingly held in the loop of his khaki pants.

"You remember, my dear?"

She nodded absently.

"That's good, my little Serenity." He pulled her closer to him, the hand holding his ancient weapon upon her back.

"That's very good."

He then dragged the blade along her back, awakening her and reminding her of what pain truly was.

Agony.

Terror.

Death.

More death.

Manic.

Pain.

Illusion shattering…

Blood.

Death.

Requiem….

Shattered…

His presence…

Monster…

Demon…

Death…

Agony…

It hurts!!!!

Make it stop!!!

"AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

VII.

A/N: Sorry about the late update – again busy schedules and reality are first on the list before updating chapters. I left this on a cliffhanger because it felt so riveting to do so. I will update as soon as I can.

(1) Yes, that is text from one of my earlier works 'Presence', so since it has some context to the story, I have decided to tie the story in this one.

Soundtrack:

"Suna no Oshiro" Kanon Wakeshima

"Sonne" Rammstein

"They Cry (Higurashi no naku koro ni J-Core Mix)" DJ Zaiaku

"Rosenrot (Tweaker Remix)" Rammstein

"Still Doll" Kanon Wakeshima