Twisted Temptations
Story by: Kidria
Title Ownage: Celos

Disclaimer: Vana'diel and such belong to SquareEnix, the characters' personalities belong to them and myself, the story belongs to me, title to Celos. Do not steal. I have no rights to Vana'diel, San d'Oria, or any areas/elements belonging to SquareEnix.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language mostly.

Note: VERY short chapter. The next chapter will be worth it, I swear .

Chapter 9: Dark Wings

I have no name.

I belong to the world and yet I own it. I am everything you see and everything you can't see. You all fear me and loathe me, but could never live without me. I am like your lover; the one you can't stand yet can't stand to let go. This is why you cannot kill me.

Not that you tried. Even a being such as I can love, and I love you. Not a mere lust, but a heartfelt emotion that brings me nothing but pain. Although it hurts, it's a pleasurable hurt, one that you will forever inflict on me. I won't let you die. I'll carry your pitiful soul for all eternity, and Prometheus cannot stop me.

I wonder why he tries so hard to avoid the truth, the bitter truth that it is I that causes his happiness. Why can he not realize that because of me, you exist? You and I are each other and he is jealous, and in his jealousy he will hurt you! No, I must destroy my…our rival. We cannot allow him to walk this world anymore, can we, my beloved? To have him live is to keep the chance that you and I will separate. Even if we cannot die, I will not live through the accursed eternity without you. You are mine and belong only to me.

Watching the worms in fear is a lovely game, isn't it? I enjoy watching their eyes dart all over the place, searching for the shadows that have scarred their very hearts. The mortals tremble in their beds and shed tears of sadness, a sorrow we will never feel. I care not, for more of them will lose and the rest shall shake and scream, shriek in pain and swallow the red.

Your eyes, they open. Have I woken you with my thoughts? You're rising out of bed. No, my love, go back to sleep. The moon is not yet full. You must sleep and rest as I prepare our final journey, where we will live eternity as it is. Because it is what we are…is it not?

You watch the outside and begin to cry. Why do you weep so? I cover you with my cold arms and you cry more. Do you miss me? Do you miss what we once had? You do not acknowledge me. Have I displeased you? Speak to me…speak to me, I command you to!

You are a heartless…heartless bastard!

What have I done to receive such words? The fact I am getting rid of all of your threats? Understand me, for without me you live not. I give you eternity. Appreciate it, for I can easily take it away from you. Without a thread of my power you would cease to exist.

No…do you fear me? Is that it? Have I become so powerful that you fear I will turn on you? Chase away such unintelligent ideas. I love you and live for you. I will never harm you. You are my precious possession.

You continue to cry and I am helpless to stop the water. Soon you pull away from me and return to bed, falling into a pitiful, fitful sleep. I crawl into the bed with you, knowing of the dagger you have under the pillow, but knowing you are afraid to kill me. I am your master and you my mistress. You are my possession, my only.

My beautiful love.

My heart.