12-26-2017, 09:53 PM
Finally! The object of his desire was in his arms. He devoured Aria. Every curve of her body was his. Every breath drawn from her lungs was to breathe life into him. He was in utter ecstasy. Exhileration coursed his blood like fire. He wanted to howl with joy, and scream with delight. Aria was here. In his arms. She was finally his. Finally.
He kissed her shoulders. He held the back of her neck. He trailed fingernails down her the muscle of her belly, picturing the puckering hole that could skewer it as he had all the others. He imagined her cold and lifeless before him as he had so many times before. Those eyes that captured him could be frozen forever. She could be preserved like the others, and always remain his - his bride. His love. His everything.
The barest warning was all he had. He lifted his face a heartbeat before the strike. The fire in his veins turned to lightning across his skin. He howled for real that time as his body fell far away. Ripped from his love, from her arms, he would strangle the usurper of his conquest. He tried to move. But he groaned instead. Weakness turned his limbs to lead, but fury was the stronger brother. He pushed to his hands and knees. Crates clattered into debris that fell aside as he took to his feet. Stings of cuts, or worse, burned bright across one leg. His heart beat wild with the jolt of electricity, and he clutched his chest as he stumbled forward.
"Aria! Where are you!?"
he called to her, fearing her demise. The only thing worse than the loss of her life would be that it was taken by someone other than him. The possibility fueled his anger and gave life to his control of the power where fear may have once reigned.
He retaliated, pouring all his hatred, all his malice into the flows, directing them at the shadowy demon. His head spun, but the flows held... for now.
He kissed her shoulders. He held the back of her neck. He trailed fingernails down her the muscle of her belly, picturing the puckering hole that could skewer it as he had all the others. He imagined her cold and lifeless before him as he had so many times before. Those eyes that captured him could be frozen forever. She could be preserved like the others, and always remain his - his bride. His love. His everything.
The barest warning was all he had. He lifted his face a heartbeat before the strike. The fire in his veins turned to lightning across his skin. He howled for real that time as his body fell far away. Ripped from his love, from her arms, he would strangle the usurper of his conquest. He tried to move. But he groaned instead. Weakness turned his limbs to lead, but fury was the stronger brother. He pushed to his hands and knees. Crates clattered into debris that fell aside as he took to his feet. Stings of cuts, or worse, burned bright across one leg. His heart beat wild with the jolt of electricity, and he clutched his chest as he stumbled forward.
"Aria! Where are you!?"
he called to her, fearing her demise. The only thing worse than the loss of her life would be that it was taken by someone other than him. The possibility fueled his anger and gave life to his control of the power where fear may have once reigned.
He retaliated, pouring all his hatred, all his malice into the flows, directing them at the shadowy demon. His head spun, but the flows held... for now.