"Narcian..." Angra stood, his legs just a little unsteady as the very last of the poison ran itself out. "I am so very sorry." He said again before quietly leaving his room and shutting the door.
Silent tears slid through Narcian's facial fur as he laid there, unmoving. When the door shut, there was a blessed quietness that followed. Slowly the storm in his mind began to settle. Stiffly, painfully, the telepath turned onto his side and curled up as much as his broken body would allow.
Finally, he fell into an exhausted, nightmare torn sleep.
When he finally awoke the next day, cold sweat slicked his headfur. The events of the night before still playing through his mind. Putting a paw to his forhead he attempted to sit up. The fiery pain had dulled, but it was still there. Wincing he leaned against the wall, letting his mind collect itself.
Then he noticed it. The room was different; no longer was he in Angra's room, nor was he in his own. It was completely different, yet similar to where he had lived before. One single window, blankets for his bed. His paper and pencil and wood. All were there, but the room was slightly larger, the patterns in the walls slightly different. And it was quiet...So very quiet.
The door suddenly opened and Angra looked inside for just a brief moment. The telepaths immediate reaction was fear as he tried to squeeze himself further into the wall. The Persian's eyes seemed to drop their harsh glow for just a moment, holding a small spark of repetence as he set a plate of food on the floor and shut the door.
The thoughts swirling around were apologetic but Narcian shuddered at the memories that were brought with the Persian. However he partially understood now why he had been moved to a different, more quiet location. Perhaps it was Angra trying to make it up to him, but it still didn't stop the cold shiver running along his spine.
'Come now, it wasn't so horrible. I thought it was kind of fun.'
Narcians ears twitched and he looked around. Where was that voice coming from? Was someone outside? But no...no one but Angra and their Master knew of him.
'I'm inside your head dimwit,' the voice said, sounding exasperated. The telepath's eyes widened before her exhaled slowly.
"It was only a matter of time before I became unstable," he said softly to himself.
'Wh-...you think you've gone insane?' The voice laughed. 'I am as real as your tail you little worm, whether you like it or not.'
Narcian tilted his head as if trying to understand.
'You are incompetant,' it sighed. Or rather, he. The voice did sound male now that he listened to it. 'That's right, Asmodiace is the name.'
"Asmodiace..." Narcian whispered, trying the name which only made his tongue tingle. Then he shook his head. "You cannot have a name. A voice cannot exist without a body...Two beings cannot use the same body...it is impossible."
'Just as hearing other peoples thoughts and seeing the future is impossible,' the voice called Asmodiace replied, the faintest hint of an aggitated growl in his voice. 'Now instead of just sitting here sulking why don't you eat before we waste away?'
Narcian blinked, unable to find a reply. Shaking his head he just stared at the food Angra had brought in. "I am not hungry," he said softly before laying back down and closed his eyes. He could feel an aggitation inside him. As if it were anothers thoughts but deep in his skull. Slowly he began to drift back off to sleep, thanking Bast for this new quiet that surrounded him. But it was only partial silence, for he felt a stirring.
'Liar,' Asmo whispered.
Narcian was curled with his paper and pencil in the furthest corner from the door. It had been weeks but still his mind reeled. He came to the conclusion he was truly going insane, seeing as there was now a voice that would speak up every now and then, questioning about Angra and wondering why 'they' were kept alone. Though 'he' kept insisting he were real amd that 'his' name was Asmodiace. Shaking his head he leaned his aching head against the cool wall.
A young queen skittered through the lair corridors, keeping her appearence hidden from the other tom's. "I'm here to see the telepath." She spoke from under her cloak, keeping her head down. The tom on duty took her shoulder roughly and growled low. "Only the Lord and Angra may see him." She looked up at him from under her hood and her yellow eyes sparked fear into the guard. "I-I am sorry miss." She walked past him and waited for him to unlock the door, keeping herself concealed, mind and body.
The telepaths ears twitched as he heard the guards mind whispering and swirling as he unlocked the door. What now? There didn't appear to be anyone with him...Unless it was his Master. But he hardly ever came to Narcian, Angra always fetched the telepath if the Lord wanted to speak with him. Blinking he looked at his paper, feeling a vision creeping up on him. But he didn't fight it, he let himself sink into the vision. His glassy fogged eyes staring blankly at the half finished drawing, though his mind still wondered who was there before he fell completely into the trance.
Jestic entered the room, her tail brushing almost silently against the floor. "Leave us...and no disturbence." Her tone was soft but still commanding enough for the guard tom to leave without a fuss. "Narcian..." she said softly, keeping her mind clear. "It is Narcian isn't it? The little oricle" Her ears perked slightly as she knealt on the floor before the young telepath.
"Yes." He answered, voice subtly warped. But the vision ended quickly and he snapped back to reality. Eyes wide he pressed himself into the corner. This queen...Why would she be here? Speaking with him? He had never seen her before, surely his Master wouldn't have sent someone else. But then he listened, and noticed that her mind was clear, quiet. His eyes, though scared, searched for her face in the shadows of her hood. "What do you want with me?" He asked quietly, arms wrapped tightly around himself.
She lifted her head slightly, the glint of yellow subtle as she spoke. "I am not here to hurt you. If I were you know that I would have done so by now." Her smile was visable, though it held the slightest hint of venom. "I came to thank you." She lowered her head slightly in a form of respect to the telepath.
Narcian's ears twitched in confusion as he tried to search for an answer. "Th-thank me?" What has he done to warrent a thank you from this queen? The only two felines he knew were Angra and his Lord. "I do not understand." Though a shiver ran through him as he caught a scent that was different, yet in a subtle way familiar.'
She held out her paw to the small tom, her markings becoming visable. Shocks of red white and black over her arm in a precise pattern. "Take my paw... I have a gift for you." She said softly, allowing him into her mind, but only a little to show she would not harm him, willing him to trust her.
Narcian's eyes widened, the markings all to familiar. One of his Lords. But then why was she here speaking with him? Biting his lip he stared at her paw, fearing physical contact, but she did let him into her mind. With a quivering paw he took hers.
The queens breath shuddered into her, and her fingers burned with the contact. "T-there." She said softly, the transfer complete. "The noise...those thoughts. You'll have more control over them, but only for a while." She lifted her head and removed her hood. "It is the least I can do to thank you."
A shiver ran through him and his ears twitched madly, but his expression changed to one of shock as, this time, when he tried to tune the noise out it did quiet. Dull and faint. His ears relaxed as he looked up at her. "Thank you," he said. Even if it was for a little while, it was a peace he didn't have often, if ever. His eyes traveled over her face, understanding dawning. "She is yours isn't she." His voice was soft as he remembered the kit Angra had wanted him to find, a small cold wave reached down his spine but he shook it off.
"Yes she is mine." She said with a soft smile. "And you saved her." Her ears twitched and lowered sligthly, the pain finally dispelling. "I shouldn't be here, it took me weeks to break through to Angra, he wouldn't speak to me about it at all." Her ears lowered and she brushed her fingers through Narcians headfur. "I have so much to thenk you for. The life of my child, the life of my mate." She paused briefly, no-one was allowed to really know about her and Angra. "It is just this once you understand, I must follow in my fathers foosteps."
His ears twitched and he couldn't help the instant reaction to pulling away slightly from her touch. But his ears relaxed once more when he remembered the 'gift' she had given him was still in effect. He looked at her, eyes searching hers. But he nodded softly and looked down at his paws, "One must follow what one deems the right path," he said softly. "Even when one doesn't know where it takes them, if anywhere." His eyes travelled to the window and the faint few stars he could see, a sinking feeling deep in his chest
Jestic smiled a bit, lifting her head. "It is my birthright..." thank you again Narcian." She followed the young tom's gaze and took in the darkness in his eyes. "What is it?" She asked softly, placing her paw on his arm.
Narcian shook his head, "It is nothing Miss." He said looking down before making eyecontact. "It is just that my path does not exist. It is here, now, and will not change." With a small sigh he picked up his pencil and went back to his half finished sketch, the graphite lines messy and twining around one another. But four masses could be distinguished. One larger, the three smaller.
Her ears twitched and she turned to look at the door. The fear in her eyes grew and she threw her hood back up. "Take care young oracle." She tapped on the door and kept her head low. "Not a word..." she whispered as she left.
Turning he watched her sudden departure and nodded to himself. Not a word would be spoken, he knew that. Out of fear or kindness he didn't know. With a small sigh he curled onto his bed and willed himself to drift to sleep. The new quietness a blessed peace that he knew he should relish, for it wouldn't last long.
