I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Where she had found magic in loneliness, Ashhal had only found bitterness. But then, he has lived so long now that any beauty there might be in this world has long since lost meaning to him. He has seen sunset after sunset, dawn after dawn, first snowfalls and budding spring branches. Always the same, a cycle repeated ad nauseum.
The only mystery left to him is that which comes after death. A death he has been denied over and over again, regardless of how many times he has been slain.
She finally shrinks from him as his aggression rises, but whatever satisfaction he finds in it is fleeting at best. It had almost been inevitable. He has seen enough of the world to know that she hasn’t the strength to withstand his unleashed ferocity. She would wither beneath it like snow under a noonday sun in summer.
Her apology does not ease his ire as it is no doubt meant to. Instead it causes him to draw his lips back from his teeth in a furious threat. Still, he might have let it go if she hadn’t continued. Hadn’t foolishly pressed with even more questions despite her trembling. Taking an ominous step forward, he presses closer, invading her space without a second thought.
He can feel the warmth of her body, the tempting shiver of her alarm. As his teeth hover over the unblemished skin of her neck, he offers her two choices. Yield, or flee. “There are none like me,” he snarls, hot breath fanning her, eyes dark with a dangerous promise. “And you’d better fucking run, or you’ll find out why.”
She would get no other warnings from him. If she didn’t heed it, he would show her just how monstrous he could be. Of course, she might discover she likes such savage desires. Though he doubts it, he would enjoy being proven wrong immensely.
@Ethenia