BLOODWIND: A SOUL'S WORTH
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Red everyone thought it was his favourite colour the "The colour of the devil" he never bothered to correct them over the centuries he even forgot, it made no difference to him. Humans were greedy easy to manipulate by promising them power fortune fame always wanting of everything. Pathetic creatures easy to manipulate and taint. A howl could be heard through the halls followed by an anguished scream. The young man's feature didn't even flicker into any emotion his face chiselled in what one would call classically handsome bad boy he had the looks of a gentleman but the shadows on his face promised something sinfully delicious. His hair was dark brown almost black. He had a slight stubble on his face which added more to his roguish features. His green eyes were striking nothing could compare to them. Not even an emerald. If you had the courage to stare longer at this man's eyes you would see flickers of red in his eyes the only indication that he felt anything at all.
His jaw set and his pink limps damp as he continued to lick them while in deep thought. "mmm master" a voice carried beneath him he barley glanced at the half naked human siren at his feet. Her hands trailing along his tanned chest in what some might seem a seductive manner. Nothing compares to her touch. The young man shook his head at the voice. He didn't need it telling him something he already knew. As far as he was concerned this whores touch was the least of his problems. A painful short whelp was heard as the man flung the women into a spiked wall one of the spikes protruding from her head impaling her instantly to the wall like careless art work. No blood dropped from the wounds, but you could her wailing in pain.
She knew if she did not dislodge herself soon the pain would increase tenfold. The young man then stood abruptly from his throne and stalked his domain. His black angel wings trailing behind him. He should have known better, he had hoped they wouldn't figure out that it was not him who set that pitiful emotional play in motion the only thing he had done was send the predators to make their life difficult the plan was simplistic yet would bring entertainment for a short time while it played out. It was too late to take it back and by the time he saw that his father had intervened it was too late. He growled in thought he needed to act quickly and get her away from that wolf. He looked down into a clear blue pool watching as his predators found more pray. She liked them. Well sort of she would have preferred if they had found more willing pray but hey "It made a stimulating movie and their exceedingly unattractive" a twitch was the only attempt at a smile he gave at the memory. He then looked at them. They were fucking ugly there was no room for unattractiveness. They were UGLY plain and simple no need to give hope where there isn't. He mourned any women that lay in their bed….
He smiled it lit up his features,it took your breath away to look no man or women could possibly resist. Unfortunately, the smile could also make you quiver with an odd orgasmic fear. He then let out a high-pitched whistle. Summoning a grotesque hunchbacked werewolf fur that was marred with different colours. The claws on his four paws were sharp and curled inwards with blood on them that could be mistaking for nail polish if it were not for the stench. The hound smelled of death and gore still knowing on a femur that had very little meat left. "Elrond my darling pet" his voice was spellbinding sweet and dark almost caressing your ears at each word he spoke. "I have a task for you. That I promise You will enjoy it".
After relying the instructions to his hell hound, who then attempted a smile which just scared the crap out of anybody who saw it. He then made his way back to the chamber where the whore was still attempting to unsnarl herself from the wall. He glided to her and peeled her off then called for a vulture like creature though 3 times the size to feed upon her flesh.
She would be alive while it was feeding, the thing about being an immortal soul is that well you can't die again... her agonised screams reached his ears another smile graced his face. He told Elrond to take his time on the task. He wanted to see what exactly his father's plans. He had to admit he wished he thought of it first though he would have excluded his wife from it. "EX WIFE DEATH HAS DONE US PART ON MANY OCCASIONS LUKE!" She was intelligent, he would give her that. After all she found a way out of their soul binding prenuptials. Not on purpose but either way it cleared her conscience from feeling guilty. The imprints and Hikari's would have been a good way to wean her siblings away from her make her feel as isolated as possible.
Then he would approach at her weakest. Now it would take a new plan to shake things up a bit. This plan was a risk but if he did it right it would level the game and put them at a stalemate. He smirked to himself. Yes, this would make things interesting for now he would watch. He knew that they could not allow the bond to form anyway. This was not their world it might be 10000 years or just 6 months and they can be dragged to another alternate universe and all that would be left of these bonds was heartbreak, but that didn't change the facts at hand. That a wretched mongrel was going after her in an attempt to court her. He was young and immature by her standards if she was looking for a fling he would meet her criteria.
He liked that he had emotionally and physically marred her for other men besides himself and her brothers. In the end, she was human he had to give it her she lasted maybe 100 years at a time without sins of the flesh but at her core she was still human and could not fight temptation if it came in a presentable package. Another scowl appeared on his face. He didn't want him near her. He would like nothing more than to send one of his hounds to shred the little pup into pieces. That unfortunately was not an option only El could summon the demons to the plain of humans and command them. That was her power for now. He spoke to his demons who had been caught by FBI or police (on purpose mind you) to inform him that mistress was a good mafia queen she balanced out darkness and light with ease with little slip ups, but most of the time she hid behind the oldest male Lee. He snarled Lee was a thorn in his side more irritating than the rest of his family, always looking over Ell's shoulders. Fool.
His knuckles turned white as he held them in a fist tight drawing blood from them. He looked at his hand in contemplation patience he just needed patience. He then summoned a mirror in which looked like glassed water and decided to watch the events play out. A golden goblet appeared in his hand the questionable red liquid swaying elegantly side to side. He smiled at the image his blooded hand laying casually over the throne. Dripping on the floor with no car really the wound had already healed. She was thinking about them she could see it in the way she smiled. Trying to fight the memories they shared by biting her lip and refusing the smile to escape her. Soon they would make new memories soon she would back by his side and he would never let go. Soon the mistress of hell would return and he could collect the souls of the unworthy and those that had been promised to him. Then his father would have to admit that his precious humans were nothing more than leeches. Worse than animals. Yes, the end of days will happen as soon as she returns to him.