Fire Emblem The Sacaen Bride
I do not own Fire Emblem.
Chapter 8
Lyn had awaken to the sounds of birds singing on the railing of her outside balcony. She allowed herself a smile and said, "Good Morning." She then took up a surprised look. Had she just spoken? Yes, she had. She then felt around her neck. The collar was not there. She let out a laugh of joy and jumped out of her bed. She dressed herself in the clothes that Ursula had lent her to use. She walked out of the room and immediately ran into Hector.
He was wearing a pair of blue pants with a simple white shirt that looked a little tight on his chest. Lyn could not help herself to stare at his broad muscular chest. He coughed to bring her gaze up to his face. He smiled and asked, "How are you this morning, Lyn?"
She said with an even bigger smile, "I feel great. I hope you feel just as well." Her nose then caught the scent of freshly fried eggs; bacon slowly sizzled to a slight crisp, and anything else one could ask for in a breakfast. She then looked at hector again and asked with a slight enthusiasm, "Did you come up here to ask me to join you for breakfast?"
He started to scratch the back of his head and said, "Well that is if you are feeling hungry enough after the procedure of removing the collar. Are you up to it?" She nodded. He smiled and extended his arm. She gladly took it and they both walked down to the dining hall together.
Meanwhile, At Castle Revlin, The Lord Revlin was throwing his breakfast all over the walls in fits of rage. He had just heard about her making it to Ostia. This was not good. Though he knew that he could not be persecuted for any crimes committed outside of Lycian territory he was still an accomplice in the rape and murder of many a young woman, as he stated so himself to Lyn indirectly as she was taken over by the unknown night. He had to get her. And he had just the person to capture her to.
He got up and said, "Contact Graham and send him to my personal study. Lord Revlin went to his study. It was a big room with various books and strange paintings of women in the nude posing, all painted by Lord Revlin's late grandfather, a great man who believed that everything had natural beauty and that it should be cherished for what it was and not for what was seen. Lord Revlin walked over to a painting of his mother, which was the last painting his grandfather did before he was killed by Lord Revlin's father. She was no lovely maiden and Lord Revlin hated her for being ugly so he killed her after he killed his father at seventeen. He pushed on the left corner of the painting and walked through the door way hidden behind it. He descended three flights of steps lit only by the torches on the wall. He stopped when he reached a door at the bottom.
He opened the door and walked into a room littered with the dead bodies of many women who he had killed. Some of the bodies were not even those of women but of little girls who could not have been more than eight. The fact that they were not rotting corpses was due to a spell put on them by Lord Revlin's personal Druid. He grabbed one of the corpses, a girl who was only twelve we he had found swimming in the nude near his castle. He looked down at the corpse which he had grabbed and was about to deeply kiss it when the door opened.
A young man walked into the room. He was wearing a black suit that covered his body. His hair was blue and his eyes were hazel green. On his shoulder rested a falcon called Scourge. In the man's right hand was a bow staff engraved with symbol's representing the spell's of Anima. He was obviously blind. He then asked, "You called me?"
Lord Revlin smiled. He remembered the day he met this child. His mother was one of Revlin's Rape victims. The blind boy walked into the room to hear his mother screaming and was afraid. Revlin climaxed in her and snapped her neck. He then told the boy that her mother was dead and that someone had killed her he just got in there but found no one. Lord Revlin eyed her corpse in the corner of the room. He then looked at him and said, "Yes I have my boy. I need you to travel to Ostia to retrieve a woman who plan's to kill Lord Hector. She must be stopped and brought back here alive so that I can question her. Is that understood.?"
The man, Graham, nodded and said, "Lord Hector shall not be harmed by this assassin as long as I live to prevent it." With that he left the room. Lord Revlin let out a maniacal laugh and returned to his corpse and began to pleasure himself with it.
I know what you're gonna say. Lord Revlin is one sick perverted son of a bitch but this story has the mature rating for a reason. Anyway R&R Or you'll be given papercuts until you die.