Exquisite.
That is the only word in my vocabulary that is adequate to explain the sensation of crackling flames against my skin. I gasp, a sharp intake of air that is both delight and wonder. And perhaps there is more lingering beneath the surface of our encounter, darker and undiscovered depths to my soul. I arch my body in a pale imitation of my mother, sensuous and powerful yet distinctly feminine, pressing my neck further against the embrace of his muzzle.
The heat grows, and each passing moment opens up a new rapture of pain. My eyes widen, my vision filling with sparkling light. I feel alive, like I do when I am learning to take the world apart.
Is this what the creatures I study feel? Such wondrous pleasure? They should praise me for their deaths, then, because in them they are two fold blessed. They provide my mind with knowledge and they suffer gloriously.
I don't know which of us pulls away first, but suddenly I am bereft. I feel my entire body shudder, the throbbing pain of the burn lingering. I stretch a bit to assess the damage and notice that he has controlled the flames enough that I am not permanently marked. Talent, I think with the admiration of a fellow sadist. The hair has burned away and the spot on my neck is a small mimicry of the hairlessness Raelnyx wears over his entire body.
I grace the burning boy with a slow smile.
"If you are going to do that, Raelynx, perhaps you should learn to heal your… chosen... so they will last longer."
I glance at Kult, giving him a wry look. "My brother and I, we have only kept a creature alive for a day or so before they gave out. They are much weaker, birds and such. Less deserving of the gifts that we give to them."
I am speaking, of course, of his fire and my mind. Both things of great worth that need an outlet. I wonder if all he knows is fire, or if this one holds other talents that he can inflict. I cast a lazy look onto Raelynx, my words gently chiding.
"Did you think I would flinch? That I would be found anything less than worthy in the face of he who watches over us?"
I glance at Khaos with a look that is at once reverent and searching. I never cease to wonder at the thoughts of the god.
the academic executioner
daughter of carnage and killgore