Suddenly, the fabric of the sky tore open. A pitch-black portal materialized above the grass.
Heavy boots crunched against the dirt. A massive, towering man wearing a long, black leather trench coat stepped out of the portal.
I looked up. Our eyes met.
He had bright, glowing blue irises.
My eyes went wide. The heavy iron vault in the back of my mind violently blew open. Decades of repressed, agonizing trauma instantly flooded my brain.
"ARRGGGHHHHH!!! Cl-Clari-Clarice!!!"
Thick blood was being siphoned harshly from my body. My small, child-sized wrists and ankles were bound tightly by heavy leather straps to a cold iron table.
"I—it huu—rrrttt!"
I dropped to my knees in the grass, panting heavily. My entire body tensed, locking up in a paralytic shock. My eyes were glued to the massive man's glowing blue irises. The horrific memories kept flooding in, drowning me.
"KKEEEUAAHHKKHH!"
Bitter, boiling fluids were violently forced down my throat. Every muscle fiber in my small body seized and spasmed. The leather straps bit deep into my skin as my blood was aggressively extracted through thick glass pipes jammed into my wrists.
The boiling fluid they forced me to drink prevented me from passing out. It kept my eyes forced wide open in a state of hyper-awareness. Slowly, I turned my head toward the presence moving beside my table.
But... my vision was completely blurred by pain.
My heart hammered violently against my ribs. I ground my teeth together so hard they threatened to crack. A guttural sound started clawing its way up my dead throat as the agonizing memories kept rolling through my brain.
"CL—AARR—RICE... PLEA—SS-EEE... ST—STOO—PPP!"
The boiling, foreign fluid began violently invading my bloodstream. It flooded my veins, a sharp, crucifying pain simultaneously crushing my chest and my magical core. Finally, the machines stopped extracting my blood.
"Hihihihihi." A soft, childish giggle echoed beside me.
I forced my blurry eyes to focus. A naked figure was standing beside the iron table. She was drinking my extracted blood from a chalice, letting the thick crimson liquid spill over her face and chest like a shower. She laughed happily.
My mind was shattering, completely clouded by agony, but the fluid refused to let my brain shut down.
The woman slowly turned her head toward me. Her face and naked body were entirely painted in my blood. Her bright, glowing blue eyes stared down at me with cold affection.
"Thank you, Ramond. You are such a good boy." She smirked widely, the thick blood dripping from the ends of her raven-black hair.
"C—l—a—r—i—c—e."
A horrific, inhuman sound erupted from my throat. I wanted to scream. I wanted to launch my body at the massive man standing in the grass and tear him apart.
But….
My lips….
…were chanting against my will….
Within the darkness, I crawl as their nightmare
The cries of dying souls, a melody of despair
Their hopes and prayers shattered, begging to spare
Lurker of the light, with no one to share
Feasting the eyes of the weak with terror and fear
Devouring their blood with judgement by the steel
The Reaper of Life, Honor and Will
The Slayer from the Dark, for tainted gold of tears
The domain became pitch black, but I could see everything.
The sound was vanished, but I could hear everything.
I was in rage, but my heartbeat was calming.
The bloodthirst was boiling, yet my mind was clear.
My eyes was locking, and my body commanded….
….Kill….
