CHAPTER 7
The demon
He could do nothing but smile. He had been able to purchase a very beautiful maid with a perfectly curved body. He was already salivating only thinking about all the things he could do with her and her body. It would be fun to break her will and make her a puppet that would do his every bidding.
He let his eyes wander again. She was sitting in the carriage right opposite of him trying to, without letting him notice, press herself as far into the wall and away from him as possible. Yes, it would truly be fun to break the little pride and hope that she had left.
He licked his lips and could see the feeling of disgust shortly flashing through her eyes. She had tried to stay unemotional, showing nothing of her feeling, hiding behind an unaffected mask, but he had had long to practice and he held pride in knowing exactly what a person felt, most of all his maids.
He remembered how they had all tried to stay unaffected, unemotional, till he had finally started to break them. He had done it slowly, savoring every moment. Slowly they had started to beg, to scream for him to stop and he had continued. Their cries were like music in his ears.
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The last one had been the most fun to break. She had stayed strong for a long time, never begging, never screaming, whatever he did with her, till he had finally found her weakness and had explored it to the extreme. He had found out that she had a lover within his staff. He had chained him to the wall, letting him watch how his lover was used and pleasured by others. Her lover had tried to stop them, tried to help her and she had screamed for him to look away, to not see her like this. With that deed done, he had started to kill him, slowly with a knife, cutting of his limps and finally stabbing him through the heart and giving her his head as a present. She had screamed and begged for him to stop, swearing she would do everything he told her to do, but he didn't want her royalty. He wanted to break her, to make her a puppet. He had left her there, covered in seeds of others next to the mangled body of her lover with his head on her lap. The next day he had known that he had succeeded yet again. Her eyes had been dead and she had done his every bidding without as much as a noise. She had slowly even started to enjoy it and he had known she was now perfect to sell.
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He would break this maid as well, make her scream, make her beg for him to stop and after finally breaking her, she would beg him to continue. If she reached this point, like many others had reached it before her, she would be perfect and he would sell her to the highest bidder. He did not only do this for his pleasure, but also for the high sum of money he got for breaking the maids for their next masters, their purchasers. This maid, he knew, would get him quiet a high sum and much pleasure, he just knew.
He looked out of the carriage's window, seeing his estate. Soon his fun would begin.
It didn't take them much longer to arrive and he was swift to get off the carriage, the maid wasn't. Still he wouldn't let that deter him from his objection and he was soon to call her to get out. She was his maid and she had to obey. She did as she was told, hesitation in every step, even thought she tried to stay strong.
They quickly moved through the gigantic entrance. He let one of his servants lead her toward her room, where she would stay and the new uniform lay for her to don. He himself moved toward the hidden main part of the castle, he didn't want to let the queen's messengers see what he did after all, and sat down on his chair, looking and feeling like a king, he noted rather pleased with himself, surrounded by many maids. They all hadn't been broken in yet. Well expect the one right next to him, who had been his last project. She was broken and soon would go to the highest bidder, but for now he would still enjoy her. He needed to taste his work before selling it after all. It wouldn't do to sell a defect product after all.
The last brought maid, he didn't remember her name, why should he, she was just a commoner after all, moved through the entrance, looking quite uncomfortable with her new uniform. They had all looked uncomfortable with their uniforms at first but they had soon gotten used to them. It was a very revealing uniform and gave quick access if needed.
He made a hand motion for her to come closer and she being a maid and commoner needed to obey. He was a mage and a noble. They would never be able to do anything against him and hope to succeed.
She stood before him, trying to suppress her trembling, which sadly for her, was still visible to his keen eyes.
He started to touch her, first her face, than slowly his hands traveled down, lower and lower. He was about to reach the right part when an explosion and its aftershock was heard. The ground beneath them trembled.
"What was that?" He demanded from one of his servant. Maybe he had angered a mage, but that couldn't be, his products had all been perfect and no one had ever complained. What was it then? The servant was about to open his mouth to answer when a second explosion was heard, or more like felt since the wall caved in right next to them. A man with bright orange hair stood in the hole that had just formed in his wall. The man was scowling. The more he looked around the room the more his scowl seemed to deepen before his eyes finally flickered toward him. He noticed that this man did not seem to possess a wand, only a sword. He knew that some swords could be used as wands, but a sword such as this he had never seen before.
"Are you Count Mott" This man had the audacity to destroy his wall and then ask him his name?
"Yes I am. What business do you have here to blast a hole into my wall?" He asked with suppressed anger.
"I came here to help my friend. I ask you to return her to me." He didn't need to be able to read the expressions and emotions to know that this man was angry, very angry and furious.
"Who is this friend you speak of?"
"The maid, Siesta is standing right next to you."He looked to his left where the maid he had purchased only a few hours ago stood. This man wanted to take away his toy!
"I purchased her. She is mine." This man would not get his maid.
"You can't purchase a human! A human is and will always be a free being." The man's voice seemed to somehow change. He did not know why but he had the feeling that he should not fight against him. He suppressed the feeling.
"I will never give her to you" He screamed "the maid is mine to do what I wish. Why would you care for a commoner anyway?" Why would this man, he was a mage right? Why would this man care for a commoner? No mage would care for creatures that were beneath them, only useful for lowly work like cleaning and cooking.
"Because she is my friend and I care and protect my friends." He heard a gasp from the side and the stranger seemed to have heard it too. He saw the man look toward the direction of the noise and notice his other maids. They had been hiding before and seemed to have, in the course of the conversation, come out of their hiding.
Some kind of emotion, there were too many for even him to read, flared to the man's eyes as he saw the broken forms of his maids. Slowly, very slowly the man turned his head and looked, no glared at him his eyes that before been a deep brown, were now a blazing gold, harsh and cold.
"What did you do to them?" His voice had changed, now audible to his ears and an unintentional shiver run down his back. Still he did not let it show. He would not show weakness to this man, the maids were his!
"There are my maids and I do with them what I want, but if you truly wish to know. I use them, I let them be used, I break them and finally when they have lost all their hope and pride and will, I sell them to the highest bidder." Thinking about his actions always caused him to smile. The smile soon disappeared however when he noticed that something was happening to this man.
His hair had started to lengthen, his skin turned white, red fur started to grow out of his collar, feet and hands, a hole formed in the middle of his chest and black lines seemed to come from it, his feet and hands became claws and his face, oh founder his face formed into a fearful bone like mask with blade like horns.
It was the very form of a demon and this demon had a target, the target being him.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO THEM" This being, it was by no means human anymore, screamed at him with a distorted voice.
He called his guards to protect them and many, fearing for their lives run away. Some stayed and build a protective wall between him and this monster, this demon.
The beast made a step and had suddenly just disappeared. Well not truly disappeared since it was now standing right in front of him, glaring with its bright, hateful, hungry eyes down at him.
"YOU WILL FEEL ALL THE PAIN YOU HAVE INFLICTED ON THEM AND MORE" It said with the watery voice of thousands. He quickly drew his wand, pointed it at him and screamed one of the many spells he knew, the most powerful at that. This being didn't even try to evade, standing in the spells path and taking the full brunt of it. His eyes widened with anger and fear and desperation.
One after another his spells were shot and all of them did not harm him in the least. He still tried and shot and shot and used all the power he possessed. Then, when all was used and nothing was left, he waited and hoped that this being had been injured. The cloud of dust that his magic had created blocked his view. It cleared to show him the still uninjured demon right before him, the hateful golden eyes still glaring at him.
"DO SOMETHING!" He desperately screamed at his guards. They looked at each other for a few seconds before drawing their swords and attacking the monster. The blades hit their target.
They did not even injure the demon or draw blood. They just stopped when they had reached the skin, as if they couldn't penetrate it. The demon paid them no mind, his eyes only focused at him.
"PATHETIC" it said, looking at him with hate and disgust, like he was no more than a fly that it could squash in a second. He eyes widened and he ran. Why was the demon so angry at him? They were only commoners, right? RIGHT?
"WRONG THOSE ARE HUMAN BEINGS LIKE YOU" It was not that this voice was right beside him, but came from all sides. Where was this demon, could it read its thoughts? Where? Where? WHERE WAS IT?
"I AM HERE!" It said suddenly standing right before him. He tried to turn, tried to run into the opposite direction, but something hit his leg and he fell.
His leg was bleeding, like something had cut him. He turned and tried to crawl. His head hit something. Looking up he saw exactly what it was, the being stood right before him again. He screamed and backpedaled. He tried to get distant between him and this monster. He at first succeeded before the monster started to move. Every step that it took resounded through the hall like a death sentences, his death sentences. He screamed a second time, the demon standing right before him. The demon lifted his sword and he knew no more.
The next time he reawakened he was inside a dark, damp dungeon. The demon, no a different one, one that had white hair, stood right next to him, looking down on him with amusing, hungry and insane eyes.
"Welcome to your inner world Beautiful isn't it? You even possess your own torture chamber. Let's see what we can do with it. I hope you will like to be on the receiving end this time. It will be SO FUN to BREAK YOU!" He could do nothing but scream.
He woke up again. He was back in his estate. He must have somewhere lost his conscious in between those horrible seconds, minutes, hours, he wasn't so sure anymore, with the demon, those eyes, those eyes.
He heard footsteps. They were coming toward him. He tried to stand up and run away. His legs wouldn't let him. He wasn't able to stand, so he crawled away. He crawled and crawled and hoped that the demon wouldn't find him. He stopped when he reached a dead end, had there ever been a dead end in his estate here? He somehow couldn't remember. The steps stopped and he looked up. A person, thanks founder a normal person stood before him, before his mind registered that the demon had also looked like a human before.
The eyes that had ones filled with relieve quickly turned to horror and he tried to press himself as far into the corner as possible. This man was a demon as well.
"STAY AWAY, DON'T COME NEAR ME!" He screamed, hoping that the man, no, the demon would go away. The demon was saying something, trying to speak with him, but he couldn't understand wouldn't understand.
"STAY AWAY!" He screamed again, but the man didn't stop, continued to speak and started to slowly reach his hand out to him. Slowly before his eyes the man started to change. The hand became claws, razor sharp and seconds away from cutting him. Its whole body started to turn black and it's eyes turned golden, murder and hunger and insane written in them. He screamed and tried to punch the hand away. Then suddenly more 'not human' came and turned into demons as well, before they tried to reach out too. He knew no more.
It somehow turned into a horror story, still hope that you liked it.
If you didn't understand what, or why Count Mott was seeing all this I will explain in the next chapter.
I am not sure that I really described Count Mott's character right.
Please review and tell me your opinion.