[T]hey were screaming, bathing in the blood of their foes, choking on their last prayers before the earth welcomed them. A massacre it became, with flesh burning and bones crushed underneath steel sollerets. This was hell, and the devil itself was present and made himself known with each languid, calculating step. The helm was tossed aside carelessly and she could see his face now, lit from the embers, the whites of his eyes were clear to her even in the air caked with smoke.
So was that smile, one licked once over by tongue as he savored what was to come.
His armor was no burden to the swordsman, who used his stature as intimidation, for all who were in his shadow were inferior and he made sure to spread his darkness far as he fires rose behind him. She felt her heartbeat in her ears, and rose to meet him, once again. This was a nightmare made into reality, and he walked upon it listlessly.
The living might as well be dead in his eyes. Rivienne knew that, his insatiable need for violence, for a subject worthy to cross swords with him. She broke one of his blades, but he need not worry, there was another awaiting him, and without pause, his assault on her continued. Zenos bested her in absolute strength, planted her back on the dirt and dug his heel into her ribs, maybe she would satisfy him with a pathetic whimper.
But, she gave him no pleasure then. No, this little beast wished to continue their dance upon the corpses of their foes.
The madness in his expression spoke volumes of what he would mean to do to her, to test her, pull the beast tight on her leash to see her lash out. This is what he desired, above all, this feeling. And she was to deliver. Wearily, Rivienne firmly took a hold of the nearest blade her fingers could grasp, and charged the plate-clad monster with a gait that confirms that she was invigorated by the sheer need to stop his trail of violence here – and now.
“It was not by luck that you still yet breathe,” a guttural sound followed behind his voice, nearly silencing the sword revolver that spun at his hip. Contact is made, fingers grip the handle of his katana, and it rips through the thick air, immediately blocking the attack of her blade as she came down upon him; growling behind her teeth, she cursed his name.
“Thou art a monster..” Their eyes met, and she could see her reflection in them, the ferocity; he saw the beast buried behind those golden depths, subdued, controlled.
He wanted it unleashed.
More. Give me more!
His boot came up quickly and struck her in the abdomen, depleting her of breath as the brute strength of Zenos sent her careening into a stone wall. Her back makes contact and she swallows a cry as she nearly bounces away from the impact. Auric locks whip and sting at her face, a few fall before her eyes, long enough to blind her; the moment of repose doesn’t last long, nor was she able to draw a breath to fill her lungs fully by the time she feels the grip around her hair, and a groan escapes her when it is tugged tight, forcing her to look up at the demon.
His face is close to her own and again his blue eyes do not sway from her golden gaze; he is breathing on her, rancid with blood and shuddering with each exhale. Rivienne struggled to stand, and did so only by his forceful hand, the prince made sure she was to meet his eyes now wild with an insatiable lust for blood. The eyes that reflect her in them, she remembered this feeling and it takes everything within her not to spit at his face. That savagery she doesn’t let lose, oh how she spurns him, but he gives but a smile and sinks his metal-dressed fingers into the hollows of her cheeks and jerks her head to the side.
“Look at them, animals ripping each other apart,” the hot breath fell to her elongated ear and she struggled to turn her head to face him, but he would have none of it and slammed her cheek to the cold, unforgiving stone. “Pathetic little prey,” he snarls the words and viciously smiled against her ear.
“But, not like you, oh no, there’s a beast buried underneath all this wasted effort, one I want to meet. I will let you live just this once. Remember, I will take your breath, your heart, your soul. I shall rip you apart if you disappoint me, Warrior of Light.”
She reached for his wrist in attempt to pry him, but he tosses aside his blade and takes hold of her in a vice-like grip, threatening to break her own wrist; she was weakened, humiliated, and he knew how to kick the dog while it was down.
Her head snaps back to meet his face and his malicious smile is ever imprinted upon his features. “I want all of you, not this pathetic excuse of a warrior. Give me the beast I crave,” he squeezes his fingers deeper into her flesh, tempting a sound from her lips, but she glares and muffles the sound. Her body trembles from fury as her fingers curl tight into her palms, forcing half-moon indentations into her skin.
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