Chapter 87
Nÿte placed her other hand behind his head and crushed her lips against his in an unexpected kiss. She exhaled and warm breath filled his mouth. His mutilated tongue tingled -- it was surprisingly pleasant -- and the pain, and flow of blood, dribbled away.
"It wouldn't be fun if you bled to death before I had a chance to play with you," Nÿte whispered. Her flat black eyes were like portals into an endless dark abyss.
She kissed him on the cheek before turning and walking slowly towards Bradley. The other boy was also chained to the wall and he watched her approach with wide-eyed fear.
"Clive, what's going on?" he asked.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Clive thought.
He tried to shape words in his mutilated mouth, but produced only unintelligible gargles.
"Clive? We're her masters, why's she doing this?" Bradley whined.
"Were," Nÿte corrected. "I've completed the task you asked of me. Now I'm carrying out another's wishes."
She ran a black claw down the side of Bradley's face.
"Clive?" Bradley wailed. "Make her go away."
"He can't," Nÿte said softly. "He needs this--"
She held up a piece of waggling pink tissue.
"--and I don't think you know the dismissal spell."
Bradley stared at her and gulped nervously. He said nothing.
"As I thought," Nÿte chuckled. "He's the warlock; you're just the lackey."
Bradley trembled in terror. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Don't hurt me. Please," he pleaded.
"Did you ever tear the wings off flies when you were younger?" Nÿte asked. "Fun, isn't it."
She gripped Bradley's finger and tugged. The ligaments and muscle gave way and the digit left Bradley's hand with a sickening pop. Bradley wailed like a wounded beast. Still smiling, still looking as gorgeous as a naked Playboy centrefold, Nÿte moved onto the next finger.
Clive watched in horror as she pulled Bradley's fingers off one by one. Once she'd finished with his fingers she moved onto his toes while Bradley blubbed like a girl. At first he'd begged and pleaded with her to stop, but now he was wailing for his momma like an abandoned infant, tears and snot running down his face.
Jesus fuck, Clive thought. He didn't feel a great deal for Bradley, as Bradley was basically a moron, but it was still horrifying to watch, especially as he was most likely next.
There was hope though. While she was busily pulling Bradley apart one bone at a time, dawn was approaching outside. The invocation had an automatic termination clause. When the sun rose Nÿte would be banished back to hell.
He could survive this.
Having his fucking tongue ripped out was fucking terrible, but it wasn't terminal and might not even be permanent. There was magic to restore lost limbs; he could find a way to repair his severed tongue.
He could survive this.
"No will or fight at all," Nÿte said. She ripped open the front of Bradley's robe. "Inflicting pain on you is scarcely more enjoyable than torturing a common beast of the fields."
She hooked a long finger underneath Bradley's balls and pressed upwards. Bradley jolted and his cock sprang to attention in a stubby little erection. Nÿte crouched down and took it between her sumptuous lips. She sucked -- no inhaled would be more appropriate -- and Bradley trembled violently.
Despite how the scene looked, Nÿte was not pleasuring Bradley. His chubby cheeks sucked in, hollowed out. His chest collapsed inwards. All the colour seeped from his skin. Finally his body crumbled into a fine ash that rained down onto the stone floor.
Nÿte stood up.
"A meagre meal at best," she said distastefully.
She looked up at Clive with her cold black eyes and the blood froze in his veins.
She walked slowly towards him, her hips swaying seductively and her black tail swishing behind her. She was naked apart from her thigh length black boots. The smears of blood across her pale white skin gave her a feral, wild sexuality. Even though he knew what she was capable of, knew what she was about to do to him, Clive was still entranced by her perfect beauty.
Nÿte grabbed his chin and twisted his head until he was staring right into her empty eyes. She stared back at him, reading the depths of his soul.
"Hmm, plenty of ambition and low cunning. You'll make a much more interesting plaything."
Clive didn't care. He could hear the birds singing out amongst the tombstones. The sun was rising. She was too late.
He smiled smugly at the demon.
Just like with that Farrell girl. He always landed on his feet.
Nÿte smiled back at him.
"Silly human. Did you think I was unaware of the length of my stay on this earth."
Clive's smiled wavered.
"You're my new toy," she said, her voice sweet like dark poison. "I'm taking you back to hell with me."
She released the chains and pulled Clive down into her embrace.
"I'm going to enjoy shattering your mind into tiny little shards," she whispered in Clive's ear.
Her black wings folded around him, drawing him into a darkness that had no limit or end.
The crystal ball grew purple again and Serafina moved her hands away from near it.
“Are you still going to make me believe that that creature is my sister? And I have demonic blood in me? And I am the daughter of the Red Queen? I mean, I do understand that a prophecy was made by the twins but how does that make it true?” asked Sin with disbelief and shock in her voice.
“You need to know and believe this because when you mate with Credence or Callum then a demon will arise from the depths of hell to come and claim you as his Queen. You do have to understand that you are the Queen of not only one Realm, sweetheart. You are the Queen of five realms. And that is exactly what the Red Queen had wanted,” said Serafina and Sin still nodded her head saying no.
“I cannot believe that. Not even for once she had hugged me in her life. Not even once. If I was her only daughter then why did she give me up to her own sister?” asked Sin.
“You know the answer to the question that you are asking, don’t you?” asked Serafina and Sin sighed at her best friend. That was the problem when your friend knew what you could even think and said,” I want to hear it from someone else to know that what I am thinking is right and not the wrong thing.”
“What is it that you are thinking?” asked Serafina and Sin said,” That whoever my mother might have been, none of them did a good job at caring or protecting me. And if Drima was not there then maybe I would have been even worse than Rubina. And that even after knowing how risky it was, she did make me a freak. She gave birth to a freak after knowing that it was going to cause such problems in my life. Tell me, whom we are going to look at. A demon? The odourless and scentless Fae? Or the Elves and the vampires? Or the people of Amorentia? Huh? What does that make me?”
“That makes you an immensely powerful Queen,” said Serafina as they both were shocked at the hoarse cry that came from some distance at the corridor.
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