Darkest Descent

Razioul grunted softly as he hefted the unconscious boy up onto his shoulder, still able to smell that filthy creature’s scent on him. The only thing that made carrying the boy bearable was the scent of blood that made the succubus’s filthy smell a little less potent. This boy’s scent smelled a lot different from that silly little fool Douya’s blood; there was something strange about this one’s blood. It made the human’s blood smell just as foul as the blood of that filthy succubus.

It only took Razioul a few minutes to return to Douya’s bedchambers. As he entered the room the pampered slave turned away from the mirror and glared at him. Razioul glared back at the slave before looking to the mirror, just what had the boy been up to while he was away?

“What are you just standing there for?” Douya asked, sounding impatiently as always. “Put him on the bed!”

Razioul reminded himself that there was a good reason for following this spoiled brat’s orders. Thanks to the boy’s seemingly never ending energy, Razioul grew stronger and stronger each day. It would not be long until he was too powerful for the boy to lock away in that stupid mirror and he would be able to free himself. In fact, he might even become more powerful than that fool that kept this boy around as a slave.

After setting the injured boy onto the bed, the onyx-colored creature turned and entered the mirror once again. This little “mission” that the boy had sent him on had drained him of his energy. As he rested inside, Razioul dreamed of the day when he would be powerful enough to exist outside of this mirror.

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Douya did not fuss over the boy because he felt concern for him. In fact, Douya could care less if the slave lived or died. The real truth of the matter was that he only wanted to impress his master; and if it also tired Razioul in the process the green haired boy considered it a bonus. Despite that beautiful face, he was not a stupid child, never had and never would be, he knew that Razioul desired to be free of that mirror. It mirrored his own desire to be free of his master. That was why Razioul would never be able to trick him; every thought and desire that Razioul had was because Douya desired the exact same thing.

As the slave glanced towards the mirror and watched the shadow of Razioul pass over the surface, he wondered if the creature realized it.

“Ugh, you stink of that creature,” Douya muttered as he pressed his sleeve over his nose in a vain attempt to block out the smell.

While most found the succubus’s scent pleasure, the only thing Douya (as well as Razioul) smelled was the disgusting scent of rotting flesh and filth. The first time Douya had smelled it had been while passing by the room that contained the succubus. It was the first and last time that the thing had tried to seduce him. Just as Belise had, he had entered that room and seen the small child chained to the bed, only Douya had felt no pity for her. He had laughed and turned to leave when the succubus revealed herself. When he told her that she smelled of rotting flesh she had slashed him across the chest and left him to die.

Lucky for him, his master had chosen that time to investigate why one of the doors in that hallway was left open.

Douya focused on not breathing as he undressed the unconscious Belise. The clothes, as well as the blanket and sheet on his bed would have to be burned. He called in the servants and ordered them to take the pile of clothing down to the furnace. It did not matter to him about the cost of things because he knew that by tomorrow morning they would be replaced.

“So I see there is some good in you after all.”

Douya’s entire body froze and he was struck with a fear unlike anything he had ever felt before. It crept into him and clutched at his heart in a vice grip. The green haired boy whirled around and glared at the dark figure standing in his doorway.

“What are you doing out of your room?” Douya hissed, as his mind raced. How could this creature be out? Had one of those fools released another trap?

The dark-haired figure laughed, then took a step forward only to stop immediately. It looked at Douya with a disapproving look on its face.

“This is unnecessary,” it said with a pout.

“When it comes to you nothing is unnecessary,” Douya snarled.

It chuckled softly, then shook its head. “ I don’t have time for your flirting, Douya. The master wanted me to tell you that he wants to see you.”

That caught Douya’s attention, and his irritation for the creature standing in his doorway faded as it was replaced by curiosity. What would the master want with him? And why would their master send one of his creatures to tell him? Wasn’t that Lilith or Eve’s job? Or was it something that he could not tell them?

“Why did he send you? Why not Lydriel or the girls?” Douya asked, unable to let go of his suspicious nature so easily.

It shrugged its shoulders. “How should I know? I guess they are busy, or something.”

Douya could tell that the creature was not lying to him, but he was also aware that the creature was not telling him everything that it knew.

“Of course you know nothing. You are a creature of ignorance,” Douya muttered under his breath. He turned to look at the mirror, not surprised that Razioul was watching him. There was some sort of rivalry going on between Razioul and the creature that stood in his doorway, but for the life of him he could not understand why.

“I’m going to see the master. I’ll send someone up here to care for Belise. I want you to stay out of sight, understand?”

Razioul’s image faded from the mirror as if to answer Douya’s question. Douya knew that Razioul was no fool, the mirror-bound creature would not do anything that would endanger his own existence.

Now that he was sure Razioul would not do anything foolish, Douya turned and followed the creature that stood smirking in his doorway.

Author’s Note: I might go back and re-write this chapter. The next chapter will be much better, I promise.