Eternal Night
Rated: NC-17
By Lynn Osburn
Because fanfic.net is horrible about italics and bold and such...
~shall represent a characters thoughts~
: shall represent a dream or vision:
CHAPTER FIVE:
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everythings made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.
Mirage measured Mozenrath with her green cat eyes. Her 'son' was progressing far faster then she could have imagined. She hadn't believed Destain when he'd explained to her about Mozenrath's visit to the astral so many years ago, and in fact had avoided coming to the land of Eternal Night, convinced that she had made a mistake. After all, Destain was getting on in years and they both knew it wouldn't be long before she replaced him with a younger, more competent minion. He was desperately clinging to his position, and the walls were slippery.
But then, only a few years after, the mana flow around the land of Eternal Night had grown. At first, Mirage had let herself believe that the old codger was simply fooling around in the lab again. But as time passed, she begun to notice the mana flow would steadily increase a little at the start of every moon, and for the next few weeks would remain at that level until the next new moon. She demanded an explanation from Destain, and was rewarded with the fact that Mozenrath was a thousand times more powerful then she could have imagined. The method of discovery was less then orthodox, but what did that matter to Evil Incarnate?
Mozenrath tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. This was the mother who'd dumped him on the perverted shell of humanity's doorstep and disappeared into the skies. He hated her. From the depth of his thirteen year old soul, he hated her. He had tried to find a reason not to, after all, she was his mother, but cold logic soon took the place of childish affection, and Mozenrath had a good teacher when it came to loathing.
Mirage lifted his chin and pinched the air around him, purring in satisfaction. "Impressive...very impressive." She patted Mozenrath's shoulder and turned him to face her. "I must admit I was reluctant to believe such a tale as your tutor had. But then here is the proof." Mirage rubbed her silky fur against Mozenrath's pale skin and felt a tingle at the back of her neck. His skin was alive with power. "And you have grown so handsome in such a short time."
"Thank you...mother." Mozenrath said as politely as possible. He had no wish to be near this woman, only a desire to return to the library and continue with his studies. To make matters worse, he only had a short amount of time before Destain began to "teach" him again. He had grown almost used to the monthly sessions with his Master and had learned how to give Destain what he wanted and when. It was easier that was.
Mirage settled back into a throne like chair. "I want an example." She said, her purring voice echoing in the acoustics. "Show me what he can do Destain."
Destain gave a smooth bow and Mozenrath came ford. He felt like a trained monkey, performing for a wealthy lady. There was no emotion evident on his features, he kept all feels restrained and deep inside, they served no purpose when it came to Destain showing him off. Though there were few visitors to the Citadel, Destain delighted in his mother's presence as well as the presence of some one he called "the oil lady" behind her back. He had never seen the "oil lady" up close, but her body seemed to be nothing but bluish black ink swirling around and around in the vague shape of a woman. She was around now and then, and Destain had never permitted him to actually speak to her.
"What are you waiting for?" Mirage sounded impatient. "Show me what you've learned." She extended her hand and drank from a wine filled goblet that materialized instantly.
Mozenrath nodded and evened out his breath. He focused on a single white dot in his mind, letting it flex in and out as he gathered power. Slowly, the dot began to glow, pulsing outward and vibrating as pressure inside his body grew. He didn't dare open his eyes, but waited till the mana flow in the air grew so thick he could define his mother and Master's shapes. He could tell from the color swirling around their magickal beings that they knew he was getting stronger. He felt satisfied somehow with this knowledge and let the power inside build faster.
Mirage stared in amazement as Mozenrath's alabaster features began glowing softly. She smirked as different objects around the room quivered and moved slowly. The shadow things that always lurked about seemed to wither and faded from the room, uncomfortable with this magic. The dirt and filth that caked the floor scattered away from Mozenrath's feet and Mirage watched as Destain's left eyes twitched painfully.
The floor tiling cracked and peeled back, reveling the black dirt underneath. The stuff shifted and moved to the side, showing a skeleton, bones bleached white, eyes sockets filled with centipedes and worms that feasted on rotting flesh. The glow which had been building for quite some time now turned green and Mozenrath opened his third eye space, letting the glow focus on the bones and staining them a dark gray-green. The sockets stretched over and began to fill like a water pouch in a river, the color of them resembling urine. The skin that was left clung tightly to the skeleton and thickened a bit, the eyes jerking madly from side to side.
The skeleton began to stand, moaning horribly as it's head shifted from person to person in the room. It ignored both Mirage and Destain, focusing on Mozenrath. Sluggishly, it made it's way over to the boy, reaching out a gnarled hand to touch him.
And suddenly, the spell died.
Both Mozenrath and the zombie thing collapsed to the ground, one devoid of breath, the other barely breathing. ~I couldn't hold it any longer.~ Mozenrath groaned as his joints ached and he tried to stand. His legs quivered out from under him, but he stiffened and forced his body to stand. He whimpered inside, looking into the green eyes of his mother.
"You've started him on Necromantic Craft." Mirage tapped her index fingers together. "He did well, but the magick did not hold as well as it should have." She stood from the throne and paced around the bones, looking deep into Mozenrath's eyes. "You must learn to apply yourself better. I should think Destain has provided more then enough incentive! Perhaps I should ask him to be a bit less lenient with you... drill you harder!"
Mozenrath fought to keep his emotions dead-pan. Inside his stomach nearly congealed with the thought. "I...apologize mother. I have only had a week to memorize and control the incantation." He cringed as the acids in his stomach bubbled from over exertion. Every joint felt strained and begged for him to lie back and relax. His mother sneered disapprovingly at the weakness in his voice and glared at Destain.
"You old fool. He's libel to go comatose with exhaustion!" Mirage gave a low growl and slashed through the air, leaving streaks of green in her wake. "With all that power inside he shouldn't have broken a sweat!" To Mozenrath's amazement he saw Destain cower before the cat, his eyes filled with fear and terror.
"Forgive me my lady! You can only train a boy so fast. And I push him so hard as it is..."Destain gulped as the claws slashed in close ripping his shirt and tearing into his flesh. He grasped at the wound, his face showing awe. "Please Mirage....he is better then any to come before him! I know his capabilities are far beyond either of us to train properly. You must give me time to find a better lesson."
"I must...?" Mirage's eyes glowed at the suggestion that she "had" to do something.
"I...I beg of you." Destain asked from his knees. Mozenrath watched, fascinated by the man's submissiveness. He could never have though that this cringing, cowering fool was the same dominating Master who had pushed him to his limits both physically and mentally. How could did his mother do that?
Mirage narrowed her eyes angrily and they darted from her son to his mentor. "You have one year to sufficiently improve his skills. If I am not pleased with his progress...shall we say your position on top will be ruined in more ways then one?" Destain gulped and bowed down low before her as she disappeared in a shower of green.
Just as quickly as the cat lady had vanished, Destain rose up to his full height, towering over Mozenrath. "You will not speak of this to anyone do you understand!" He hauled Mozenrath up by the scruff of his collar. "You've humiliated me in front of her on purpose!"
"No, you humiliate yourself better without my help." Mozenrath took the next hit and welcomed the coolness of the marble floors.
"You DARE to speak to me like that! I am your Master, you will always address me as such! OR so help me I'll show you the full extent of my power!" Destain's body began to flare alive despite the growing years in it. The air around his snapped and thickened with mana as Mozenrath whined. "You think I'm nothing more then an old man waiting for his death to come? You think I intend to just sit here and wait as you out live me and out power me?" Mozenrath tried to run or fight, but Destain's magickal whips shot out, wrapping around his waist and ankles and dragging him back.
"Let me down! Let me down damn you!" Mozenrath struggled, lashing out with his own powers and watching as they combated with Destain's. The struggle lasted only a few moments, perhaps Mozenrath did have a massive reserve of power, but it remained too deep inside still and Destain threw him against a wall. Mozenrath heard something crack and covered himself as masonry crumbeled around him.
"Enough of this camel manure!" Destain shot out a single whip slung it around Mozenrath, dragging the boy to him. "I've been allowing you to feel the benefit of your own powers for far too long! It's time you learned what it feels like to have someone take your powers from you!"
Destain took him again that night, and again, and again. He refused to allow the magickal energy to build up inside him like before, refused to let it break through the dam. This time, this time Destain drank directly from the source like a thirsty man from an oasis. He pulled the power out with every thrust, stealing it for himself.
Mozenrath simply pushed his face into the bed sheets and held back his screams. It wasn't the entering that hurt anymore. His body had been broken in this way so often. It was the fact that what was rightfully his was being taken from him. Destain could not depleat his energes entierly without having Mirage come down on him like a ton of bricks, but he could come close.
And he could make it hurt.
Rated: NC-17
By Lynn Osburn
Because fanfic.net is horrible about italics and bold and such...
~shall represent a characters thoughts~
: shall represent a dream or vision:
CHAPTER FIVE:
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everythings made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.
Mirage measured Mozenrath with her green cat eyes. Her 'son' was progressing far faster then she could have imagined. She hadn't believed Destain when he'd explained to her about Mozenrath's visit to the astral so many years ago, and in fact had avoided coming to the land of Eternal Night, convinced that she had made a mistake. After all, Destain was getting on in years and they both knew it wouldn't be long before she replaced him with a younger, more competent minion. He was desperately clinging to his position, and the walls were slippery.
But then, only a few years after, the mana flow around the land of Eternal Night had grown. At first, Mirage had let herself believe that the old codger was simply fooling around in the lab again. But as time passed, she begun to notice the mana flow would steadily increase a little at the start of every moon, and for the next few weeks would remain at that level until the next new moon. She demanded an explanation from Destain, and was rewarded with the fact that Mozenrath was a thousand times more powerful then she could have imagined. The method of discovery was less then orthodox, but what did that matter to Evil Incarnate?
Mozenrath tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. This was the mother who'd dumped him on the perverted shell of humanity's doorstep and disappeared into the skies. He hated her. From the depth of his thirteen year old soul, he hated her. He had tried to find a reason not to, after all, she was his mother, but cold logic soon took the place of childish affection, and Mozenrath had a good teacher when it came to loathing.
Mirage lifted his chin and pinched the air around him, purring in satisfaction. "Impressive...very impressive." She patted Mozenrath's shoulder and turned him to face her. "I must admit I was reluctant to believe such a tale as your tutor had. But then here is the proof." Mirage rubbed her silky fur against Mozenrath's pale skin and felt a tingle at the back of her neck. His skin was alive with power. "And you have grown so handsome in such a short time."
"Thank you...mother." Mozenrath said as politely as possible. He had no wish to be near this woman, only a desire to return to the library and continue with his studies. To make matters worse, he only had a short amount of time before Destain began to "teach" him again. He had grown almost used to the monthly sessions with his Master and had learned how to give Destain what he wanted and when. It was easier that was.
Mirage settled back into a throne like chair. "I want an example." She said, her purring voice echoing in the acoustics. "Show me what he can do Destain."
Destain gave a smooth bow and Mozenrath came ford. He felt like a trained monkey, performing for a wealthy lady. There was no emotion evident on his features, he kept all feels restrained and deep inside, they served no purpose when it came to Destain showing him off. Though there were few visitors to the Citadel, Destain delighted in his mother's presence as well as the presence of some one he called "the oil lady" behind her back. He had never seen the "oil lady" up close, but her body seemed to be nothing but bluish black ink swirling around and around in the vague shape of a woman. She was around now and then, and Destain had never permitted him to actually speak to her.
"What are you waiting for?" Mirage sounded impatient. "Show me what you've learned." She extended her hand and drank from a wine filled goblet that materialized instantly.
Mozenrath nodded and evened out his breath. He focused on a single white dot in his mind, letting it flex in and out as he gathered power. Slowly, the dot began to glow, pulsing outward and vibrating as pressure inside his body grew. He didn't dare open his eyes, but waited till the mana flow in the air grew so thick he could define his mother and Master's shapes. He could tell from the color swirling around their magickal beings that they knew he was getting stronger. He felt satisfied somehow with this knowledge and let the power inside build faster.
Mirage stared in amazement as Mozenrath's alabaster features began glowing softly. She smirked as different objects around the room quivered and moved slowly. The shadow things that always lurked about seemed to wither and faded from the room, uncomfortable with this magic. The dirt and filth that caked the floor scattered away from Mozenrath's feet and Mirage watched as Destain's left eyes twitched painfully.
The floor tiling cracked and peeled back, reveling the black dirt underneath. The stuff shifted and moved to the side, showing a skeleton, bones bleached white, eyes sockets filled with centipedes and worms that feasted on rotting flesh. The glow which had been building for quite some time now turned green and Mozenrath opened his third eye space, letting the glow focus on the bones and staining them a dark gray-green. The sockets stretched over and began to fill like a water pouch in a river, the color of them resembling urine. The skin that was left clung tightly to the skeleton and thickened a bit, the eyes jerking madly from side to side.
The skeleton began to stand, moaning horribly as it's head shifted from person to person in the room. It ignored both Mirage and Destain, focusing on Mozenrath. Sluggishly, it made it's way over to the boy, reaching out a gnarled hand to touch him.
And suddenly, the spell died.
Both Mozenrath and the zombie thing collapsed to the ground, one devoid of breath, the other barely breathing. ~I couldn't hold it any longer.~ Mozenrath groaned as his joints ached and he tried to stand. His legs quivered out from under him, but he stiffened and forced his body to stand. He whimpered inside, looking into the green eyes of his mother.
"You've started him on Necromantic Craft." Mirage tapped her index fingers together. "He did well, but the magick did not hold as well as it should have." She stood from the throne and paced around the bones, looking deep into Mozenrath's eyes. "You must learn to apply yourself better. I should think Destain has provided more then enough incentive! Perhaps I should ask him to be a bit less lenient with you... drill you harder!"
Mozenrath fought to keep his emotions dead-pan. Inside his stomach nearly congealed with the thought. "I...apologize mother. I have only had a week to memorize and control the incantation." He cringed as the acids in his stomach bubbled from over exertion. Every joint felt strained and begged for him to lie back and relax. His mother sneered disapprovingly at the weakness in his voice and glared at Destain.
"You old fool. He's libel to go comatose with exhaustion!" Mirage gave a low growl and slashed through the air, leaving streaks of green in her wake. "With all that power inside he shouldn't have broken a sweat!" To Mozenrath's amazement he saw Destain cower before the cat, his eyes filled with fear and terror.
"Forgive me my lady! You can only train a boy so fast. And I push him so hard as it is..."Destain gulped as the claws slashed in close ripping his shirt and tearing into his flesh. He grasped at the wound, his face showing awe. "Please Mirage....he is better then any to come before him! I know his capabilities are far beyond either of us to train properly. You must give me time to find a better lesson."
"I must...?" Mirage's eyes glowed at the suggestion that she "had" to do something.
"I...I beg of you." Destain asked from his knees. Mozenrath watched, fascinated by the man's submissiveness. He could never have though that this cringing, cowering fool was the same dominating Master who had pushed him to his limits both physically and mentally. How could did his mother do that?
Mirage narrowed her eyes angrily and they darted from her son to his mentor. "You have one year to sufficiently improve his skills. If I am not pleased with his progress...shall we say your position on top will be ruined in more ways then one?" Destain gulped and bowed down low before her as she disappeared in a shower of green.
Just as quickly as the cat lady had vanished, Destain rose up to his full height, towering over Mozenrath. "You will not speak of this to anyone do you understand!" He hauled Mozenrath up by the scruff of his collar. "You've humiliated me in front of her on purpose!"
"No, you humiliate yourself better without my help." Mozenrath took the next hit and welcomed the coolness of the marble floors.
"You DARE to speak to me like that! I am your Master, you will always address me as such! OR so help me I'll show you the full extent of my power!" Destain's body began to flare alive despite the growing years in it. The air around his snapped and thickened with mana as Mozenrath whined. "You think I'm nothing more then an old man waiting for his death to come? You think I intend to just sit here and wait as you out live me and out power me?" Mozenrath tried to run or fight, but Destain's magickal whips shot out, wrapping around his waist and ankles and dragging him back.
"Let me down! Let me down damn you!" Mozenrath struggled, lashing out with his own powers and watching as they combated with Destain's. The struggle lasted only a few moments, perhaps Mozenrath did have a massive reserve of power, but it remained too deep inside still and Destain threw him against a wall. Mozenrath heard something crack and covered himself as masonry crumbeled around him.
"Enough of this camel manure!" Destain shot out a single whip slung it around Mozenrath, dragging the boy to him. "I've been allowing you to feel the benefit of your own powers for far too long! It's time you learned what it feels like to have someone take your powers from you!"
Destain took him again that night, and again, and again. He refused to allow the magickal energy to build up inside him like before, refused to let it break through the dam. This time, this time Destain drank directly from the source like a thirsty man from an oasis. He pulled the power out with every thrust, stealing it for himself.
Mozenrath simply pushed his face into the bed sheets and held back his screams. It wasn't the entering that hurt anymore. His body had been broken in this way so often. It was the fact that what was rightfully his was being taken from him. Destain could not depleat his energes entierly without having Mirage come down on him like a ton of bricks, but he could come close.
And he could make it hurt.