crimsonangel_2

Layer 2

Closing her eyes and waiting for the blast, Dota trembled in fear on the hard ground. It wasn't fair. She hadn't even done anything to him... why was he coming for her?

Why am I not dead yet...?

Dota opened her eyes a little. Bursting out into maniacal laughter, Zaha Torte lowered the sphere of evil sorcery, and it dissipated.

You amuse me, girl. No no, little one... don't expect me to let you off that easily.

What does he mean, easily?

If death was the easy way out, what was the hard way? What was Zaha going to do? She was so frightened, she could hardly speak. He had grown more powerful; that was obvious. Momma had sent him away... not many people could get past Momma. But then, he wasn't a person. He was a monster.

The pain from Dota's wings surged all through her body as Zaha stared at her. Why was he staring like that? It was a look she had never seen, an evil that even Zaha Torte had never shown her. Scared out of her mind, she tried to speak, with great difficulty.

W... Wha... What are you going to d...do? Tears were streaming down her face, and the sight of them made Zaha snicker. Still staring, his mouth broke into an evil grin that seemed to cover his face.

Advancing toward her, he loosened his cape and bent his horrid face down to hers. He laughed. Do? Dota, my pet, in due time, you will see what I will do.

Pain...

W...why? Why n..now? W..why me? She tried to stand, but failed, falling back down in a heap of blood and tears.

Zaha laughed again. Would he never stop that awful laughter?

Do you know where that Momma of yours sent me?

Dota shook her head, but she didn't know if it was in response to the question or just violent trembling from fear and cold.

For years, decades, I have been wasting away, far away from all human contact. The dimension where I was sent was bitter cold, like this room, and the time flowed differently, so that even though you have not experienced that much time since I was gone, it has been an eternity for me.

I'm s..sorry...

Sorry? Sorry? You, my poor pathetic girl, are not sorry. You don't know a thing about sorry. Nor about me.

I don't claim to--

Nor about being alone. You have never been alone. I hate you for that.

That's why he hates me? Because I have people that love me?

Yes, Dota. Many people care for you, and no one for me. You are a perfect angel... well not so perfect now!

Her wings had not stopped bleeding; the blood was staining her light blue dress and matting her purple hair. Zaha stepped forward, coming within inches of her, and took off his cape.

Well, Dota...

What is he doing...? Momma... Momma, where are you!?

If no one will give me the love I need... He loosened the collar of his shirt and bent down toward her. ...then I will take it! I WILL TAKE YOUR LOVE!!

Grabbing Dota, he pulled her to his body, ripping her dress. She screamed, unable to resist his strength.

Momma! Help me... Momma...

Noooo!! You... you... NO! STOP!!!!

Stop?? But the fun is just beginning, my dear.

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Author's Note: I'm not very good with ratings... if you think that I should up the rating to R because of the NCS, just review and tell me so. --Keiyde Ogma-Myst