A Darkness That Torments You
There were more rituals. More of those horrible ceremonies. Each time, Nora experienced more pain. Her scars burned, her body was on the brink of collapse. At times it felt as if some invisible force was crushing her. The later rituals focused mostly on rebuilding her reproductive systems. He used different items and a few potions that contained demon blood, which he inserted into her uterus. The process was slow and painful. She felt the organs deteriorating, then being rebuilt moments later. Blood, nutrients, and other fluids had been flushed out of her body in the process, and Nora had never felt so humiliated and embarassed in her life.
He was always there. Always watching her, making sure things went according to plan. He hardly ever looked her in the eye during these rituals.
Her body ached all through the night. He said that his spells would strengthen her body so she would be capable of giving birth to demons. Well, in order to get stronger, one would have to experience pain. And that's exactly what happened. Her screams filled the night as her organs began to mutate and strengthen. She found herself smothering her screams with her pillow, not wanting to give him more satisfaction, even though he probably knew what kind of torture she was going through.
Weeks had passed. For the first time, she was taken outside, wearing one of those expensive black gowns that he had laid out for her. He said that normally he would have given her a white gown, a symbol of purity, virginity. But since she didn't have it anymore, well, he certainly wanted to make it obvious, didn't he?
It was dark and cold. The temperature wasn't freezing, but she was shivering. The sky was covered in black clouds and he was looking up at the sky, gripping onto her arm and digging his nails into her skin whenever she resisted. And she did.
"There's an eclipse, tonight..." he hissed to himself. She was stunned when she felt his grip loosen... but she didn't waste time. She yanked her arm free and took off sprinting.
To her surprise, he wasn't rushing after her. Was he letting her run? She didn't want to believe that he was all of a sudden being merciful, since it was evident that he had none... was it a game, perhaps? He did seem like that kind of sick bastard, to toy with his victims...
She had no idea where she was going. Had no idea where she was. The trees looked familiar and she had some hope that it led her home, but she wanted to punch something when she realized that she remembered these trees from another painting of hers. "Bleeding Flora," it was called. The paiting consisted of a forest of large, unique and knobby trees that were coated with snow and blood. Well these trees were knobby and snowy, but she didn't see the blood.
Not yet, anyway... but she didn't want to think about that. She had to run.
Staying under the trees was a good option. He would have a harder time reaching her if he had to dodge around trees and bushes. As she ran, she heard something... a roar. A monsterous roar... and she knew exactly who it was. She yelped and continued to sprint, pushing her way through the forest desperately. There was another roar... this time from above her.
Could he fly? She remembered reading about the war in mythology, but it didn't say anything about him flying...
The dress was slowing her down. Branches and twigs were caught onto it and ripped it, leaving traces of cloth throughout the woods. There was more noise... a roar, something breaking... and then she felt something slam into her. She hit a tree and fell into the snow, wincing at the pain and scrambling to get to her feet, only to be thrown into yet another tree. Before she could focus, let alone get up and start running again, she felt a familiar cloven hand against her throat, lifting her off of the ground. Her eyes opened and focused... and she screamed.
Standing before her, holding her by her throat, was a demon with an insectoid appearance. His body was dark brown and black, there were large horns on his head, glowing red eyes, and some of the largest, sharpest teeth she ever saw in her life. His limbs were spiked, his body seemed to be covered in a type of shell-like armor. It didn't look like clothing, more like his body was a natural suit of armor, like the body of a beetle. His wings hummed as they fluttered furiously, and he hissed at her.
Nora screamed louder and went into a panic once again. She kicked harder, punched at him only to cry out when she hurt herself. He tightened his grip on her throat, slammed her back into the tree before tossing her onto the snow without any effort. As soon as she collapsed, he pounced on her, flipped her onto her back, and then held her down.
"Get off of me!" she screamed, throwing handfuls of ice and snow into his face as she kicked and squirmed wildly. "Help! God, someone help me!"
He knelt over her, lowering his head and rubbing his face against hers. She squirmed more, trying desperately to fight, but he held her in place, purring as his cheek continued to brush against hers. Was this his way of being gentle? Nuzzling her face? She was relieved that he wasn't trying to kiss her. There was no way she could kiss this monster. He pulled away for a moment just to look at her, probably seeing if she was giving into him, only to recieve another face full of ice and snow. He hissed and bit her hand.
"Ow!" she snapped. "You bastard! Stop it!" she curled her other hand into a fist and began to beat on the side of his face, although all she managed to do was just bruise her knuckles. His body was so rough and hard, she was surprised that she didn't break her hand with all the punching she did.
Now would be an amazing time for that magic to kick in...! I hope I can do more then just heal... something useful...! her mind began to race.
He told her that she had light magic... light was a good guard against darkness, right? It would have to be, she would do anything to prevent this from happening. He was already trying to pull open her legs, but seemed to be having some complication with the dress. A minor distraction, giving her enough time to try and focus. She tried to push him away, squeezing her eyes closed, focusing, concentrating, trying as hard as she could to summon up the magic...
Please work... I've never done this before... I don't know what to expect... but please...
He looked from her dress to her face with a puzzled expression. At that moment, she threw her hands into his face and screamed. There was something glowing... something white... and light burst from her hands.
Sparda took the hit directly to his face. He roared and flew off of her, writhing and screaming in pain. Normally Nora would have relished the revenge, but decided against it and jumped to her feet. She ran as far away from him as she could, breaking through the trees and running for dear life. It didn't last long. Within five minutes, she heard that familiar roar from behind her and felt a sharp claw slice against her back. Blood flew through the air and landed on the trees nearby, staining the white snow a dark red.
Bleeding Flora...
He landed ontop of her once again and looked, for lack of better words, beyond pissed off. She tried to fight again, tried to use that magic once more, but when she tried to do it again, he became more violent. His claw swiped out, cuffing her against her cheekbones. She cried out when she felt warm blood on her face, tried kicking and using the spell against only to recieve another cuff. This time, it was verticle and across one of her eyes. Miraculously, she wasn't blinded by the strike. But she screamed and howled as if she were.
She swung out with her arms again, only to be bitten. And any magic she had moments ago seemed to be vanishing away with her strength. She was determined to fight, to at least go down fighting, but that anger and terror that he wanted to fill her with was intesifying with every passing moment. Whenever she was too much trouble for him, he simply threw her into another tree or tossed her away from him, only to be pounced on and batted at shortly afterwards.
Her face was bleeding, her body was weakened. Sparda stood over her and realized that if he continued this game, he would probably end up beating the girl to her death. And he couldn't let that happen. He knelt over her and using his claws, proceeded to rip open the dress.
Nora shivered when she felt the cold wind pass through the trees and sting her chest. She felt his cloven hands trace the designs around her plump breasts and her back arched slightly. Her body was overwhelmed, filled with euphoria and lust. She had felt this feeling before, when she was with an old boyfriend in the eleventh grade. Their relationship ended when he was forced to move to a town on the otherside of the country, and Nora was certain that she would never feel that kind of pleasure again. Especially since she was working so hard towards her goal, having no time to spare for boys and dates and all the wonderful things that went along with both...
She never expected to feel that kind of pleasure from the hands of a rapist. That was for certain. She fought against that lust, trying to ignore that euphoria although she enjoyed every moment of it. To vent her anger, she drove her knee into his groin, only to scream when she ended up bruising her knee. Her hands lashed up and she grabbed him by his horns, trying to pull him off of her even though resisting was clearly futile.
"God damn it!" she shouted. "Get off of me! Dear God just get the fuck off of me!!"
He responded by laying ontop of her, bringing his body as close to hers as he could. A cloven hand slipped into her underwear, tearing it off of her completely as his eyes scanned her shivering, trembling body. She was strong, fighting against him although she was weakened, practically defeated. Part of him admired her for it. The other part was wishing she would just submit. If he had to beat her into submission, he was willing to. But he was afraid that any more acts of brutality would only result in killing the poor girl.
One clawed hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her closer to him. He buried his face into her black hair, inhaling deeply and taking in her scent. She felt his chest heaving, pushing against hers and felt a hard spike of arousal against her inner thigh. His other hand proceeded down her stomach, stroking and carressing her vulva and feeling her hips rise to meet his hands. Soft, quiet moans escaped her. Her mind flashed back to mythology, when she read about the love affair between Sparda and Nevan. It seemed to erotic and seductive at the time, although he was known to be incredibly rough and savage during sex. Would he treat her with the same curtosy? She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take...
He growled louder, massaging the area between her legs roughly and pulling her legs open without any trouble. His eyes looked at her face as her hands weakly pushed against him, still trying to stop him. Even when his claws clamped onto her hips and he thrust himself deep into her body, she still tried to fight him off...
Even when she collapsed in the snow, exhausted and utterly defeated, even when she felt his seed explode inside of her, she had fought and struggled until she passed out...