Words of the wise; If you fine sex and violence offensive, do not read this. If you don't proceed with caution.
Zalean had lost her virginity to a man, a man she was told to call Timmy, when she was nine years old. He had found her, alone and half-starved, in an ally surrounded by rats. Taking her back to his old, run-down apartment he told her to lie on his bed, because they were going to 'play a little game'. He said that after the game, if she was good, he'd feed her; she hadn't eaten in days and was really hungry. The rules were that she couldn't scream, and she had to close her eyes; there was something about her eyes he just didn't like. Other than that, all she had to do was lay there; she did.
"This will only hurt a bit." He whispered in her ear as he entered her.
If she could relive that night over again, in exchange for what she was enduring right now, she gladly would. At first she had tried to fight off Afred as he threw her on the bed, but it was inevitable; all she could do was submit to his sadistic pleasures. In all her experiences as a whore, never had a man managed to hurt her so badly; the hot liquid running out between her legs told as much. The first time he had ripped her open she screamed, but that soon stopped as the rocking pain continued undaunted. What good would it do any ways; no one could hear her screams through the shield. So she just lay there, her eyes closed tight as he tore through her.
Every time he entered and pulled out it marred her, leaving her withering beneath him. Every time he laughed at her pain she wanted to cry; and she did cry, freely, the tears running down her checks, like the dark red ran down her legs. She couldn't move either, because he had her legs pinned open and her arms held still above her; his hands causing sever bruises. He never stopped driving into her, despite all her struggles to get free; not even sparing one moment for her to breathe.
It was worse though, he was in her mind. A calming and helpful presence- urging her into consciousness every time she let her mind slip- that was the Afred manipulating her mind. He wanted her to feel it; he wanted her to know that he was slowly tearing her apart. Most importantly though he wanted to make sure she saw his face, the exact moment of her death. It was too late to tell her otherwise, Zalean knew she was going to die.
(Break)
It was possible to make the offering without an Alter, Jolouque knew that much. He also knew that doing such could kill you; he knew because he had watched his brother die trying the feat. Amicus was two years older than Jolouque, two years stronger and two years wiser, he also wore the Sapphire as his Birthright. When Jolouque was five, Amicus and him were playing in an old, abandoned barn. What they didn't know was that, that same day Dorothea had order an attack on his hometown Isis.
Jolouque remembered that the outcome of two jewel powers, ricocheting against each other, had caused the barn rafters to collapse, and he had been stuck underneath the wreckage. His leg had been crushed as an effect, and even though Amicus had managed to get him free the war was coming closer; they could hear explosion as their town was destroyed. In order to protect his brother, and the village, Amicus was determined to make the Offering.
"No, don't do it! Amicus, Amicus!" Jolouque's pleas were brushed aside, as his brother brushed aside the dirt that had smudged his cheeks.
"Little brother, one day you'll understand." A smile lit his face, the only beauty that Jolouque could see in that place of destruction. "If I can help the village, in any way, I'm going to try."
Amicus stood then, determination etched in every feature, and a stillness settled in around him; even the fire that blazed held its sway.
"Amicus, Amicus! Don't leave me!" The tears stung Jolouque's eyes, as he tried to stand on his broken limb and reach out to his brother.
Then Amicus fell. His jewels had been shattered by the weight of the Abyss, his mind destroyed, and his body left empty.
Jolouque stood there for what seemed like forever, staring at the crumpled body that had only just recently smiled.
He would have died too, he supposed, if it weren't for the unicorn. The legendary beast, arriving out of the smoke and ash, put Jolouque on his back and, without even looking at the dead boy, rode to safety.
He had never understood why his brother had risked his life, and he thought he never would. Standing outside of Zalean's room just now, knowing that she was in trouble, the unthinkable happened; he finally understood.
"Little brother, one day you'll understand."
Sinking into the Abyss, he scaled down the lighter jewels, stopping only when he reached his Birthright Opal. He felt his jewels glow in response; this was his home, this is where he belonged. It wrapped him up in good feelings and warmth, begging him not to go one. Just like he had begged his brother, so long ago. Seizing all his jeweled power, he dived into the Darkness.
(Break)
Things were going perfectly, Afred thought to himself as he emptied his seed into Zalean once again. Her body was sweet, her mind ripe, and her fear… her fear was the best part. Maybe it was too perfect, almost disgustedly perfect, he lapped up the tears that streamed down her face; or maybe not.
There was a plan to his madness though, a subtle balance that had to be obtained. If he just killed her then it would be over, but if he tormented her she would scream even in the Darkness. Afred found her nipple and gathered it in his mouth, sucking on it gently while stroking her mind pleasingly with his jeweled power, before he rammed into her sending her into a torrent of pain; oh, he did love this.
However the game was coming to an end her minutes were running out. He entered her mind; laughing at the absence of inner barriers, as images yielded to him without a fight. Images that made him drive into her harder, the dirty little whore, she'd die the same way she made a living. Casting the imaging aside he descended into her mind, drawing closer and closer to her Self.
(Break)
He was in her mind, he was killing her, and the pain was so intense it felt like her head was cracking open. Zalean couldn't move and she couldn't breathe for each breath hurt; her eyes stared up blankly, seeing nothing, and there was a ringing in her ears. All she could feel was the pain.
But then she felt something else, a pressure on her wrist that hadn't been there before. Suddenly pure ragging power coursed through her and she let out a scream.
(Break)
The weight was immense and threatening, but Jolouque trudged on undaunted. The only thing on his mind was getting to Zalean, holding her in his arms, and taking her to safety; just like the unicorn had taken him away. The Green emerged before him and as he reached it the weight lessened; he could rest here but he didn't have time, Zalean was waiting for him.
As he started up again the pain was even more concentrated, with the Sapphire lying below him tauntingly; just in his reach and yet far beyond. Pressing himself onward and through the web that pushed against him, he reached the Sapphire and the weight gave way. He could stop here, but with the Red in his sights he couldn't let himself give up.
Descending even still, he left the sanctuary of the Sapphire and heading for the Red. He could feel his jewels draining fast, as the crushing weight engulfed him completely. Tapping into his reserves, he sent a tendril forward to attach itself to the ledge of safety, in the depths of the Red. Closing his eyes he yanked, and left his life to fate.
When he opened his eyes he stood in an empty hallway, staring at Zalean's door. Looking down, he saw that he held his Red Jewel lovingly in his hand.
(Break)
Afred was shocked, he hadn't a clue what was going on, but somehow from the depth of the wench's Self a dark power was flying out towards him; with it came a scream. Suddenly, fearing for his life he began to withdrawal, but it was too late. A wave of raw power swept him up, flinging him out of Zalean's mind and back into his own.
In front of him the girl had managed to sit up, and her mouth was open in a scream. Only when he noticed that her eyes had become a swirling mist of blue, did he realize that the power had come from her. Just as this realization struck him, he heard an explosion and felt splinters rain on his face; for the door had been tore apart. There in the doorway, staring at Afred with a predatory lust in his eyes, was Jolouque; hate surging from him.
He felt the hold of a Red Jewel, and then… nothing.
A/n; Hope you like. I think it was very intense myself. Please review.