The Formidable Lust
Pandora had envisioned this to happen, staring at the scene in amazement. A weak slave had decided to take his chances against the Wyvern of all people. All that was left was a pool of blood and charred walls evident to his death. She lowered herself to the floor, noticing a substance that turned out to be the man's skin swimming in his own blood. It seemed the Wyvern had gotten the job done in a rapid, gruesome manner, leaving nothing but bits and pieces of him, if one can find it.
With a huff, she turned, not longer interested at what she saw. She had thought she was alone, but the sight of the Wyvern caused a gasp to elicit from her lips. Her hand was placed above her heart, calming her frighten state. Judge Rhadamanthys stood before her, his head hanged low, as he bowed before her feet.
"Lady Pandora," he called her name. She gripped her staff and held it to her breast, angry at how frighten she appeared.
"Is something the matter, Lady Pandora?" he questioned. His eyes lifted to meet hers. She examined his emotionless orbs, hoping to find at least a strand of emotion latched around those gold eyes, but found nothing. It was as if he held no emotion, but given a body to complete Hades's task. Her eyes widen at a small ping of light seen in his eyes. Could it be that he did held an emotion behind those dead eyes?
"My lady," he labeled. She was curious to discover the secret behind Rhadamanthys, too curious for her own good.
She whipped her staff and placed the tip near his neck. "Frighten me again and it will be your head." He stood up when she removed her weapon from his skin. With a hand pressed against his breast, he bowed.
"As you wish, my lady."
He left her presence, heading down the corridor until he was a mere silhouette on the wall. Pandora placed her staff near her side, determined to unravel the secrets behind the Judge. She took a step forward and started her mission.
Her inquisitiveness led her down the path he took. She used her ears, hearing the sounds of the men wailing in pain. It was no doubt that he would be there. He was, after all, the executioner. At the end of the corridor, she was faced with a rail. She looked down and saw a set of stairs, leading down to Tartarus. There was no turning back. She needed to know more about the Judge, who accepted her as his master since the first day they met.
A presence loomed behind her. She whirled and gasped, taken by the stature of the Judge who dare piqued her curiosity.
"My Lady," he titled. He bowed before her feet, not inquiring the reason behind her motive to follow him.
Pandora fumed and pointed the tip of her staff to his cheek. Electricity pooled around her weapon, dancing with the front layer of his hair.
"Did I not tell you that I shall take your life if you dare frighten me again?" she threatened.
He lifted his eyes and gazed at her. "I apologize. I did call your name, but you failed to notice my presence."
She snorted. "Are you saying that I am to blame for being frighten?" She pressed her staff to his neck, drawing blood to flow down his chest.
"No," he answered. "I am to blame. Kill me if you must."
Pandora took in a breath, frightened at what she had caught. His eyes portrayed an emotion that she should have detected earlier—lust. The formidable lust danced in his eyes and it was directed at her. She shook her head, denying that he held a feeling for her. Perhaps, he lusted for pain. At this point, she didn't care what he desired to have as she left from his presence, trying to forget those lustful, golden eyes drawing her in.
She glanced behind as he turned and met her eyes. With a jerk of her head, she left from his sight, no longer wanting to unravel the secrets behind the man known as Rhadamanthys.