In case any of you don't know, chapter 18 is properly updated. Both of these chapters are short, and I appologize. Please enjoy!
"Hmph. What a pity. Another subject has fled." A hooded figure muttered, holding a bloody embalming tool. The room was dark and eerily quiet with only the sound of blood dripping onto the floor, echoing throughout the small chamber that was lined with dim candles.
A low growl erupted from the darkness, the man smirking as he saw a single eye cut through the darkness like a bleeding sun.
"Kill." The man spoke, a shrill scream erupting through the air as a decaying corpse bolted past the man, it's paws slapping on the ground as if it was wet with water, several loud sounds of wet flesh hitting the cold floor.
Two more creatures passed in the shadows, one growling as its paws hit the ground. The other made odd clinking noises in rapid succession as it passed, the sound of its claws scraping against the floor.
The man looked at the lone blood light that emitted through the darkness, a black mist cutting out the weak light that was emitted by the candles, snuffing out their flame. A shroud of black mist gently wisped around the room, the temperature dropping a few degrees as the man's breath became visible. Yet the beast before him breathed not. As the mist drew farther away from the beast's face, he could see half of it's face was skeletal, a black eye socket that was blacker than look dulling in comparison to the hellish eye that cut through the blackness. The jowls were armed with serrated fangs that could easily snare a victim.
Just as the mist appeared, it vanished. The man could feel the cave begin to warm as he smirked.
The hounds gave chase to their prey, shrill screams echoing through the forest as a hound yowled, ushering its prey harder to tire it out.
Through the dead forest they pursued, through rocky cliffs, rivers and fields. And it was then that their prey fell to the ground exhausted.
A small girl sobbed, bloody and bruised as the pack surrounded her. The walking corpse screamed a bloody cry, blood flying out of it's jowls as its voice box ripped. The boned hound clanked and moved in unnatural ways, staring at the prey as its claws flexed. The other two circles their prey, watching, waiting. Suddenly, they all swarmed the girl, and her horrendous cries broke through the sky, the hounds ripping limbs, flesh and bone. Yet she still screamed, was somehow still alive.
Then, the forest became still, quiet. Not even the girl made any noise save a last sigh before stilling in her passing. Even the hounds seemed to be quiet, as if respecting the dead. There was barely anything left but the partially eaten head and stem, blood and various prints surrounding the body. The pack had vanished into the night, having done there deed. Nothing remained but the head and partially eaten spinal chord.
"Sophia, NO!" Rorek screamed shrilly, jolting violently awake as his chest heaved up and down rapidly, his body drenched in sweat.
Rorek looked around the small clearing in the still night air, only hearing the sound of the crickets.
Releasing a startled breath, Rorek wiped the tears from his eyes that had fallen in his sleep. It felt like his heart would burst it was beating so fast in terror.
"Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream..." Rorek whispered to himself, visibly shaking as he began to hear a deep laugh from within.
"Awww...how sweet. What a good father you are to worry about your delicate, precious daughter." Malefor mocked, Rorek ignoring the purple dragon within him as he wiped the sweat from his hair.
"Sophia...my baby, oh, my poor baby!" Rorek muttered to himself, beginning to rock back and forth as Malefor chuckled.
"But of course. Keep telling yourself that it was a dream. But make no mistake-what you saw was real."
"No, no you lie!" Rorek hissed, shaking his head.
"Oh really? I know everything about you, human. You wanted to kill that little hatchling...break it's pathetic neck the same way you broke that human child's."
"Lying piece of shit!" Rorek growled, crying in pain as he felt the dragon assault his mind.
"Don't you dare rise your voice to me! You have no control!" Malefor roared, Rorek twitching slightly in pain.
"You wanted to kill that chick, just like you wanted to kill that pathetic knight!"
"K...Knight? No! I don't turn on my friends like a coward!"
"Is that so? Then why do you have thoughts of slitting his throat?"
"It is your damned poison!" Rorek snarled, feeling the pain subside as his anger grew.
"You feared he would take your mate away! You wanted him gone!"
"Shut up! All you do is speak horrible lies! My daughter is safe! I know, I can feel her!"
"Silence! What do you know? Do you even know that she still cares for you? You abandoned her and allowed her to be bred by her own sibling."
"I didn't know! I didn't know! I stopped it, I would have killed him! She knows I did it out of love."
"Yet she fears you now! Fears the rage her father has! You said so yourself, your child shall grow to hate you, to fear you. How can you deny that?"
"Silence!" Rorek yelled, suddenly pulling out his dagger and began hacking at his own wrists, blood beginning to pour onto the ground.
"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Rorek screamed shrilly before throwing his dagger on the ground and put his lips to his bleeding wrist, sucking on the blood.
Yay for Rorek's mental breakdown! Not really, it's horrible. Poor guy. I didn't do anything with Malefor in a while, so I made this little chapter for him and Rorek's depleting sanity. I would go insane too. I hope you all enjoyed and thank you for supporting this story! :)