A.N: In which Siegrain checks on his sacrifice.
There was something about seeing Fiore's strongest female mage so defeated that made his blood tingle.
As he walked through the halls of the tower, he couldn't stop the small smirk from forming on his lips when he thought of Erza, all alone in her cell in the basement. Her scarlet tresses dirtied, clothes ripped and expression furious. It would only be a little while longer before it would be time to sacrifice the requip mage, for the revival of Zeref.
He abandoned his thoughts once he reached the stairs to the dungeons, descending into nothingness and only grabbing the torch from the wall that awaited him at the bottom of the winding staircase. The bright red and orange hues danced along the crusted walls as he walked down a little further, the air getting mustier and the pungent odour of drying blood hanging heavily around him.
He slowed down to a stop in front of the cell farthest from the staircase, the filtered moonlight from the small window illuminated his porcelain skin, her various cuts and bruises.
"Ah, good to see you awake, my sweet Scarlet," he grinned at her, putting emphasis on the one, permanent reminder that he would always own a part of her. Stepping closer, he eyed her scantily clad form appreciatively. She made a sound of disgust and curled up into herself, doing her best to shield herself from his eyes. Upon her capture, he had had her changed into a simple, gray shift, much like the one she had worn here as a child. She was nothing more than an older version of the little girl who was willing to do anything for him.
"To hell with you," she spat out.
He tutted. "Now, now, that's not very nice. May I reminder you I control how much punish you undergo each day? You wouldn't want to push you, would you?"
She stared at him defiantly, wordless. He chuckled then, shaking his head and crossing his arms behind his back.
"Ever stubborn, are we?" He reached in through the bars to cup her face, his chuckles increasing in volume as she slapped his hand away from her face, pushing herself up against the wall in an effort to get away from his touch. "Nonetheless, it'll all be over soon. The tower is almost complete."
"Fairy Tail will stop you! You won't get away with this, Siegrain!" There was no lack of conviction in her voice, but by then he was already walking away. At the use of his alias, though, he whirled around and grabbed her by the chin, yanking her close and slamming his lips against hers forcefully. She struggled against him, but there was no use. He took his sweet time, euphoria rushing through his veins, before he pulled away with a smirk and took satisfaction in the pain and anger in her amber irises.
"That's Jellal to you, my love."
With that, he walked away, his nightly check-up over with.
His smirk never faded, and her cries of agony never stopped.