All Into Ashes

The afternoon sun soon rose, and Zealik had rubbed his eyes, the raw smell of seed and blood on his chest, he grunted in pain and weakly got up and walked over to the bathroom to wash up. The bathroom was as if bathed in pearl, pearl sinks, pearl bathtub, and pearl toilet. He slowly walked over to the bathtub and filled it with hot water, he didn\'t bother to undress because, well, he was already bare. He stood there and listend to the water fill the tub and stopped it when it was full. He slowly slipped in, wincing as the hot water burned the large scars on his chest that Johnathan had made. He slowly washed his chest, making sure not to hurt himself, after cleaning himself he sighed and rested his head on the top of the tub, sighing sadly. He still wondered about Soman, and if Ramata had any fancies, but for now, he would just worry about the water getting too cold. He didn\'t want to worry about anything right now. Just wanted to..relax.

\"...Johnathans gone and can\'t protect you now; so hurry the fuck up!\" An angry voice could be heard, pounding on the door of the bathroom. It was Ramata. \"No matter how much you clean yourself you\'re still scum.\" he growled, very annoyed. The stupid little bitch couldn\'t deal with the fact that he\'s filthy, oh well. Might as well smell nice. Hmph.

Zealik murmured something incoherrant, feeling like he could cry. He just couldn\'t take this anymore, it had been one day, and it had been living hell. \"Coming..\" He said quietly and got out of the tub, scars still a tinge of pink and red on his flesh. He went to the closet and picked out some grey pants and a white shirt and lazily put it over him, frowning at the collar on his neck, it was still there.

\"Done..\" he said meakly as he exited the bathroom, frowning at the grin on the Princes face.. What was he going to do? What was he planning?

\"..you still look Dirty.\" The prince commented, smirking. \"And you\'ll always be dirty, filthy, because you scum.\" he said, running a claw down Zealik\'s face and drawing blood, which he licked up off his finger, demon blood was sour, but he didn\'t care. The horrid look on Zealiks face was good enough for him.

\"Can we get me a room now?\" Zealik asked quietly, feeling ashamed already as it was, and Ramata was just making it worse, why was it he was always able to break him down like tihs? Make him upset? Make him feel..useless.

\"Room? I don\'t recall.\" The red head smirked tapping his chin thoughtfully. \"You don\'t get a room.\" He said simply. Arms crossed.

\"..then where do I stay?\" Zealik frowned, what was the prince planning? Was he to stay in his room? Or would he get thrown out? That would be good, at least he\'d be away from here.

\"You get a cell.\" The Prince grinned wickedly. \"A dank, dirty, sad cell, hm, just like you.\" he commented, fangs flashing while he grinned.

\"I\'m not dirty..\" The hanyou murmured quietly, then gasped, his blood was leaking down his face, he was clawed at.

\"You are dirty, admit it.\" The prince hissed, he was a little, high of himself wasn\'t he? ordering others around, deciding who, why, and their existance of how they lived. \"Say ít\" He growled.

\"...I\'m dirty.\" Zealik said quietly, resisting the tears that mixed with the blood swelled beneath his eyes, why must he be treated so? What did he do to diserve this.

\"Good; now stop sniffling and come on.\" The prince hissed impatiently, grabbing Zealik by the collar on his neck, and dragging him out of the room, and into the dungeons, to take him to his new cell. \"Father says he has a surprise for you, wonder what it is.\" Ramata said in a sing song tone.

\"...\" Zealik looked down as he followed; well dragged by Ramata the way, what was this ..surprise? Was it good? Doubtful, another person to rape him? No..not again he hoped. He wished. He longed to get out of this place, but what if he was caught? Was he to be punished? And how would he be punished if he was caught, he had nothing to gain and everything to lose.

\"Ah, Ramata.\" The King grinned and welcomed him, he had a bottle in his hand, it looked to be dark purple liquid of somekind, he handed it to Zealik. \"Drink.\" he ordered.

Zealik hesitated, but nodded and drank it. He then choked, he\'d drank it alll, but he coughed. \"Wh-what was that?\"

\"Oh, something to make you...not so weak, and maybe be the.new prince?\" He said, wicked smile on his face.

Wait, stronger? New prince? him? No, couldn\'t be. What was in that drink? Now ..it was as if..there was someone inside him, he ..he heard thoughts.

\'Kill them, drink their blood, be pure\'

\"NEW PRINCE?!\" Ramata yelled angrilly, very angry indeed. Why was this ..this new FILTH, HALF Breed SCUM going to be prince? What was in that drink? \"What the fuck is so special about HIM?!\" he growled, slamming Zealik against the bars of one of the cells, glaring at him.

\"Ramata, stand down, give him time you can still be prince..until he fully evolves..\" Quarez said simply, snapping his fingers and Ramata dissapeared. \"Now, Zealik. You won\'t mind staying in a cell? Good.\" he said, not even bothering to ask for an answer, another snap and Zealik was inside the cell. \"I\'ll make sure Soman looks after you.\" He said, and dissapeared himself.

Soman? Wasn\'t that the person he had talked about before?

\'Maybe Soman could have some fun with you.\'

That memory stalked his mind, who was this ..Soman? What was he capable of, and what did He want with Zealik? Did he want what Johnathan did, and achieved? Oh no. oh no oh no no no!

\"Hello, Zealik.\" A voice said slyly, a tall dark figure entered the cell, he looked the same age as the King, he had dark blue eyes and was dressed in a black cloak, only his eyes twinked in the dark dank cell. You could see a flash of white too, his fangs. He had a very malicious grin on his face. \"I\'m..Soman.\" He said, head tilted to the side, still grinning like a maniac as he entered the cell and crouched down next to Zealik, now eye to eye with him. \"Want to play?\"

\"...no..\" Zealik replied quietly, frowning. He was very certain he didn\'t want to have fun with anyone here, because their sadistic fun wasn\'t very appealing to him, or even fun for that matter.

\"Aw, why is that?\" The man fake pouted somewhat, tilting his head to the other side. \"Don\'t you want to play, pup?\" he grinned, fondling with the ears ontop of Zealik\'s head. Sadistic grin still glued to his face.

\"..I\'m afraid..\" Zealik said quietly, trying to turn his head away from the crazy man, and boy; did he look crazy. The grin was bad enogh, but his hair was ruffled..and what was he, a rapist?

\"..Scared of lil\' ol\' me? Well why should you be scared of me?\" he asked, maniac-like grin turning into a smirk. \"I might hurt you; yes. But..if you cooperate it could be..let\'s say, fun?\" He grinned, pushing the small boy against the wall and kissed him, biting his tongue and couldn\'t help but laugh in his mind at the struggles of the boy. He then slipped off Zealik\'s shirt, biting and trailing blood of the pink tinges of scars, drawing new blood that he licked up happily, Zealik whined and whimpered, so he moved up and kissed him again, to shut him up, he then bit his ear teasefully and yanked it, ripping some of it off, leaving Zealik to shreik with horror. Tears slid down his face, but like the maniac Soman was, he just licked up the tears, still smirking, he then pinned Zealik down onto the ground. Pulling off his pants and bound Zealik\'s wrists and tying them to the bars of the cell. Soman then took off Zealik\'s own pants and then pulled his legs over his shoulder.

It all happened again, Zealik felt he could split in two, the same pain over and over, but worse. But soon, he started to moan, his own body couldn\'t help it because Soman soon got into that pleasure spot. Zealik bit his lip, even feeling a little ashamed he was..enjoying it. But it still hurt because Soman was biting him here and there. Just when he thought Soman would come out, he just exploded right inside of Zealik, who gasped, not really ready for it, he panted, and sobbed into his now bleeding shoulder, he felt even more filthy then he started to. Why had he must suffer so?

\"Good puppy.\" Soman simply smirked, maniac grin forming at his face again and he patted Zealik on the head and walked away, leaving Zealik tied to the bars, and naked. Soon Zealik felt unwell, and just passed out from the bloodloss, laying there, tired, hungry, out, for who knows when.

Several hours later a crash was heard that made Zealik jump up, it was the slam of a cell door, a new ..being was now in the cell with Zealik. The character was tall, maybe a few physical years older then Zealik, he had short red hair and baby blue eyes, he was wearing a dim dark yellow collared shirt, which sleeves were rather large, looking like a robe, and he wore long black pants. He looked very shy, because he didn\'t make much contact with Zealik, a few minutes later he walked over and sat next to Zealik, frowning and blushing. \"Y-you look hurt..\" he said quietly.

\"...\" Zealik just meerly nodded, all that screaming had made him tired from speaking. Yet the voice inside him kept speaking to him. \'Kill him, drink his blood, kill Ramata.\' the voice hissed, but Zealik mindly shook his head in his thoughts, he\'d ignore it for now.

\"I can help.\" The young man said with a timid smile, and put his hands over Zealiks wounds, they were instantly bathed in a blue light, then miracualously healed. \"There, I think that\'s all.\" The young man smiled, untying the cloths that were binding Zealiks wrists.

\"Thanks..\" Zealik said softly. \"You\'re the first nice person I\'ve seen around here.\" he said , putting on his clothes so the young man would stop blushing. It was a tad embarassing though. \"I\'m Zealik.\" he smiled softly.


\"I\'m Pae..\" the young man said quietly, indeed he was very timid. \"..so did he...rape you?\" he asked, feeling sympathy for the younger boy. Pae was just a simple mortal, his mother was a healer, so he took on some healing powers.

\"...just dont\' remind me.\" Zealik said sadly, resting his head on Pae\'s shoulder, who was already blushing.

\"I\'ll..try and help, I\'ll do my best, I won\'t let him hurt you ever again..\" Pae whispered, putting an arm around Zealik.

\"Thank you Pae.\" Zealik said, snuggling close to him, and falling asleep soundly. Pae fell asleep as well, snuggled closely together, unaware of what the new days would bring him, or what fate would happen.