This one is for Riven and Asriya! And I don't like Nuitari! Stop
saying that! *Beats Asriya over the head with large fish*. Sorry Riven.
Slight Solinari bashing!
Cringing on the stones, blood pooling around her quivering form, I watched. Small, delicate, weak. A broken toy, her eyes slit to guard against the blood and tears. Pathetic.
For a day and a night she was in my tender care. Subjected to some of my finest spells. Blood poured from the wounds I carved in her skin. Her screams, resounding on the walls, were almost a delight to listen to.
Screaming, thrashing, spitting curses and useless spells…Eyes full of pain. And after that, after she'd slumped back, struggling weakly to rise, the fear came. Fear of what would come next. Yes. Raija knows me better than most, gods and mortals alike. We do spend so much time together. Others would think they couldn't suffer more, that there couldn't be more ways to suffer physical and mental pain. But she knows. Knows that I am imaginative. Knows if she spent an eternity, an eternity I have, with me I'd still think of new spells, new ways, to have fun.
A broken toy, but not broken. Not in the sense I would have liked, what I have strived for. I'd hurt her when I'd caught her outside my tower, on the glassy stretch of moon. Sank my dagger deep in her side, the blackness drinking up the red and turning her world gray. Teleported to my room; cold, glassy floors with furniture and other devices rising up from the floor on my command. Such fun.
But though she'd scream, cry, try to run or fight, she'd never beg. Flinching but not cringing. Wouldn't fall to her knees unless she couldn't support herself. Infuriating the way she kept that last barrier up. That pride. Never fully broken.
There might be other ways to break her. I wouldn't mind using them. She's attractive by human standards, might even be beautiful. And other ways…pulling joints till they snapped out, and other disfiguring things. A pleasure ensured, yet I don't. Why? Do I respect her? Possibly, but that has never stopped me. Sympathy, I have none. Something then...Perhaps I like to keep the few things that can be entertaining and attractive at the same time.
Humans and their emotions. They have so many, most of them useless. I am not human, yet as a god of them I do have their emotions. Cruelty, anger, indifference, these I keep. The rest…I have never felt them.
Love? I barely know the word. Just the mortal's definition, "A deep tender feeling of affection." Dust. Useless and fake. No one has feelings like this. Perhaps the few 'good' people, as my cousin is telling me. Such a sentimental fool: he seems to have fallen in love with a mortal. A human. Only he could be so foolish. His behavior is disgusting, staring onto space, finding gifts for her, trying to talk to me of her beauty.
Fool. He asks me of my own 'conquests'. Solinari should know there is nothing but the magic. And there should be nothing. No flowers or crystals or poems as he experiments with. I do take the time to have fun, but Raija's lifespan is short. So I make the most of it. I have eternity.
I do not deny my feelings though. There is an…intimacy in our time together. I feel more comfortable when she is around, inane as that is. She's the kind of human that others can turn to for help and as someone to talk to. I…can talk to her. She obviously fears me, but there is little hate. For all the pain I have caused her, she feels no deep anger, no burning hatred. Odd. That word describes her well. I look at her. Unconscious now, twitching in her exhaustion and pain.
She complimented my eyes once. A thought whispered in her mind, 'Beautiful eyes'. She would never say it out loud, never tell anyone. Raija thinks such thoughts are a waste of time. She flushed and glared when I thanked her for it. Embarrassed, so easy to humiliate.
Will I miss these times when they are gone? Perhaps. I'll certainly be bored. No one like her will follow the dark path again. So I will enjoy myself. Perhaps let her enjoy herself as well.
Cringing on the stones, blood pooling around her quivering form, I watched. Small, delicate, weak. A broken toy, her eyes slit to guard against the blood and tears. Pathetic.
For a day and a night she was in my tender care. Subjected to some of my finest spells. Blood poured from the wounds I carved in her skin. Her screams, resounding on the walls, were almost a delight to listen to.
Screaming, thrashing, spitting curses and useless spells…Eyes full of pain. And after that, after she'd slumped back, struggling weakly to rise, the fear came. Fear of what would come next. Yes. Raija knows me better than most, gods and mortals alike. We do spend so much time together. Others would think they couldn't suffer more, that there couldn't be more ways to suffer physical and mental pain. But she knows. Knows that I am imaginative. Knows if she spent an eternity, an eternity I have, with me I'd still think of new spells, new ways, to have fun.
A broken toy, but not broken. Not in the sense I would have liked, what I have strived for. I'd hurt her when I'd caught her outside my tower, on the glassy stretch of moon. Sank my dagger deep in her side, the blackness drinking up the red and turning her world gray. Teleported to my room; cold, glassy floors with furniture and other devices rising up from the floor on my command. Such fun.
But though she'd scream, cry, try to run or fight, she'd never beg. Flinching but not cringing. Wouldn't fall to her knees unless she couldn't support herself. Infuriating the way she kept that last barrier up. That pride. Never fully broken.
There might be other ways to break her. I wouldn't mind using them. She's attractive by human standards, might even be beautiful. And other ways…pulling joints till they snapped out, and other disfiguring things. A pleasure ensured, yet I don't. Why? Do I respect her? Possibly, but that has never stopped me. Sympathy, I have none. Something then...Perhaps I like to keep the few things that can be entertaining and attractive at the same time.
Humans and their emotions. They have so many, most of them useless. I am not human, yet as a god of them I do have their emotions. Cruelty, anger, indifference, these I keep. The rest…I have never felt them.
Love? I barely know the word. Just the mortal's definition, "A deep tender feeling of affection." Dust. Useless and fake. No one has feelings like this. Perhaps the few 'good' people, as my cousin is telling me. Such a sentimental fool: he seems to have fallen in love with a mortal. A human. Only he could be so foolish. His behavior is disgusting, staring onto space, finding gifts for her, trying to talk to me of her beauty.
Fool. He asks me of my own 'conquests'. Solinari should know there is nothing but the magic. And there should be nothing. No flowers or crystals or poems as he experiments with. I do take the time to have fun, but Raija's lifespan is short. So I make the most of it. I have eternity.
I do not deny my feelings though. There is an…intimacy in our time together. I feel more comfortable when she is around, inane as that is. She's the kind of human that others can turn to for help and as someone to talk to. I…can talk to her. She obviously fears me, but there is little hate. For all the pain I have caused her, she feels no deep anger, no burning hatred. Odd. That word describes her well. I look at her. Unconscious now, twitching in her exhaustion and pain.
She complimented my eyes once. A thought whispered in her mind, 'Beautiful eyes'. She would never say it out loud, never tell anyone. Raija thinks such thoughts are a waste of time. She flushed and glared when I thanked her for it. Embarrassed, so easy to humiliate.
Will I miss these times when they are gone? Perhaps. I'll certainly be bored. No one like her will follow the dark path again. So I will enjoy myself. Perhaps let her enjoy herself as well.