Darkness

Darkness

Chapter 46 Violet and Scarlet

When the rare frantic, panic-stricken mental summons came from Seer’ Reign, the redheaded demon, Drakk, arrived at his master's quarters at a run in a matter of minutes.  Instantly, he knew something was terribly wrong so he didn’t bother to knock, he just entered.  Immediately, he saw the small slender naked body lying sprawled, still and lifeless, in the center of the bed. The many burning lamps in the chamber displayed Keylyn’s pale wet body and his shameful numerous bloody wounds. But the worst wounds were what remained of both of the elf’s tiny narrow wrists. They were a deeply shredded scarlet mess as still more dark blood seeped, slowly, from them on to the furs beneath. The boy had been beaten badly and both his wrist cut. The demon felt his fury rise. His eyes glowed and burned as his anger grew, knowing no bounds.  He reached down and dragged the kneeling wretched grieving Seer’ Reign to his feet to face him. Miraculously, his normal subservience of the wizard was thoroughly cast aside by the sight of the abused beauty before him. He knew he wanted answers as to why his sadistic, deviate master would dare to destroy such beauty.

“He’s dead!” Came the wizard’s low numb response, his face devoid of expression.

“My Lord, how could you do this? I thought you cared for him?”

“He betrayed me letting others touch and fuck him so I beat him, then I… ”

“What ever he did, My Lord Bastard, I don’t think he deserved this awful death. How could you cut his wrists? What good is he to you dead. ”  Suddenly, Drakk struck, the wizard with his fist, not once but several times, until the obviously grieving, but cold, tearless man fell wordlessly to his knees at the demon’s feet. The wizard's mouth was torn and bloody as his victims, yet he made no effort to resist Drakk's punishment or even demand mercy, but passively remained within reach of the redheaded demon’s furious blows.

Darkness dared whispered brokenly, as if the mere explanation was enough, “I beat him and I fucked him then forgave him. Then, momentarily, I left him and by the time I returned he had cut his own wrists. Please help me save him, Drakk, if you can. I can’t think what do next!”  Demanded Seer' Reign in a dead emotionless voice, which was so unlike his usual rude, smug, sarcastic master.

Drakk sudden remembered that blood still ran slowly from Key’s wounds. The dead don’t bleed there was still a possibility, that there might be a spark of life still left in the boy after all but they had no time to waste. He pushed Darkness out of his way then knelt down and placed an ear against the boy’s chest. His demonic hearing detected a tiny rapidly fading beating sound of life. Instantly, the demon pulled a tiny container of healing potion he always carried in his leather waist pouch for emergencies and quickly emptied it into the boy’s mouth then gently he rubbed the slender column of his throat to help him swallow.  Then he pressed and, carefully, massaged the boy pale chest until after what seemed a very long time it began to rise and fall normally.  Next, he took a second healing potion and pored half of it on each of his torn wrists.  Then he tightly fisted both of Key’s bleeding wrists, until the wounds began to close up and stop bleeding on their own. The only thing that worried Drakk was the potions were made very strong for demons, or half demons like himself, so he feared how the boy would, eventually, be affected. But what the fuck choice did he have? The confused wizard was no help. He seemed to be totally despondent, numb and out of it, which made Drakk want to strike him repeatedly just for beating and raping the frail elf, 'til the boy chose death over life.

The boy breathing began to normalize, and he slipped into normal sleep, at which point the demon wrapped the boy in a fur and got up from the bed to leave and take the boy away with him.

Seer’ Reign suddenly stepped between him and door and asking, “Will he live, Drakk? Please, give him back to me. I will see to him now as he belongs to me!”

“Possibly he will live but he is still very ill. Get out of my way, my lord, or would you have me to strike you again? You don’t deserve him! You hurt him too much with your constant little humiliations and cruel sick games with Captain Dresden. You abuse and rape his mind with lies, just as you misuse his frail body and, obviously, enjoy his pain. One would think you would have learned by now, after the ways you were cruelly used and treated as child. But your cruelty only seems to get worse over time. My lord, you saved me, yes, but I think now it was just only for your own sick, deviate needs. I remember how quickly you drew me into your bed, and how much you reminded me of my father, despite my wish for it to be otherwise. I wanted us just to be friends. I refuse to accept the truth of your nature, while you quickly reduced me to your obedient servant and just another minion to be fucked  while I foolishly worshiped both your power and your beauty. You owe me for my long and loyal service, lord.  Perhaps I should just take this beautiful elf as payment. At least I know he will be in better and gentler hands than yours. ”

“So you would betray me too and take him away, take his beauty for yourself, Drakk, my old beloved friend and companion! Remember. he is bound to me, a part of him is a part of me and vice versa. That bond between us cannot be broken unless by my magick and I do it. Keep him for a week or two or whatever it takes and help him until he gets well. But I warn you, if you take him and make him yours, I will destroy you, no mater how long our previous friendship, intimate relationship, or your loyal service to me. ”

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With gentle constant persistent care, Drakk saw to the needs of the unconscious elf, who remain in a deep unaware sleep for well over a week.  Yet, somehow, he did manage to get a thin red beef broth down him, in order to build back his lost blood. After the beginning of the second week, every once in while the boy would wake only to ask for Darkness over and over. The demon wondered if Key remembered being beaten and raped by the Master or that he tried to take his own life? Or was it simply the magical bond between them that called to him. The redheaded demon tried to communicate with the frail elf boy but failed for Key was totally disoriented and incoherent. But he did manage to get him to eat and drink more and more of potent broth as time went on. Then, one day during the third week, Key woke still asking for Darkness but this time he demanded to know where he was and why. The Demon told him the truth, and a pained expression came on the elf’s beautiful pale face, as he remembered everything that happened to him before his suicide attempt.

“Why didn’t you just let me die? It might have been easier and the best thing for me. I would be free of him and his binding."

“Your so young and beautiful, it would have been such a waste of loveliness. I just couldn’t do it Keylyn. ”

“Drakk for a demon your much too compassionate and loving. He will demand me back now or very soon, and I wont be able to resist his touch for he owns me, just as he says. ” Suddenly the boy reached out grabbed the demon's clawed hand and brought it to his cheek then kissed it, “Thank you for caring for me.  I have known for sometime that you cared about me and that you even desired me as well. I know to you don’t like the way Darkness treats me. Did you know once he threatened to share me with you or give me to you for a night? Now, I think I wouldn’t have minded that too much after all, but I fear now it might get you killed. His insane jealousy of late seemed to know no bounds. I don’t want you to die for me either. ”

“Yes, little one, I wanted you from the time I took you captive, even as your terrified, innocent, violet eyes stared back at me from that dirty smudged face. ”

“My Lord Demon, I find many things terrify me still and probably always will. Yet, surely, now I am no longer so innocent. But if I let you touch me he will kill you just to hurt me and I wont let that happen. ”

“Keylyn, I suppose we could run away together.  You'll be free of him, and if he tried stop us I could kill him. ” As the demon said the words hesitantly, Key could tell Drakk's heart really wasn’t into such a vile murderous solution.

“Whether you killed him or he killed you, I'd still be guilty of another persons death in the end. I won't have anymore deaths on my head. Drakk, as you have many close feelings and connections with him, I doubt very much you’d be able to kill him as easily as you think. It is better that I just submit to him and accept my fate, remaining in his bed.  You stay as far away from me as you can, where it’s safe. ”

“Listen to Keylyn, my demon warrior, he is quite correct. Stay safely away from him and live. ” Laughed a familiar, sarcastic voice from the doorway as Darkness quietly stepped into the room from the corridor. He wore his usual leather armor and weapons and, over them a long black hooded cloak. Like a dangerous graceful shadow he moved into the room, with a devilish smirk on his unnaturally beautiful face. His face, noted the demon, once more held his normal expression of evil incarnate, no longer the confused despairing wretch from before. Both the elf and demon wondered how long he had been there, listening to their conversation, before he revealed himself to them. What did the perverse wicked creature have in store for them now?

“Keylyn, are you ready and well enough to come away with me now,” asked a smiling Darkness as he approached the demon’s bed and he held out his hand for the elf to take.

“Yes, My lord, but I am just still a bit weak and I tire easily. ”

“Then I shall help you, my lovely one. Here take hold of my hand!”

“As you wish, master. ” Replied Keylyn and he willing took Darkness’ hand, letting him help him up from the bed as if he were an elegant princess and the wizard his lord.

“You look so much better than the last time I saw you, my sweet. ” Said the wizard with a smile, unnaturally calm and pleasant, as if he purposely ignored the memory of their previous ill-fated encounter. Staring intently at the recovered youth he recognized one of the demon’s old linen shirts that Key now wore to cover himself. It hung well below the frail boy's knees almost like woman's dress

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“I suppose I am little more lively than the last time, you saw me, my lord. ”  Key grinned quietly in melancholic humor pretending as if nothing happened or that everything was back to normal.  For some obscure reason, Key felt the need to let himself play along with Darkness, while in contrast, the demon’s face held an expression of absolute fury, as if any moment he might explode into violence. Key hoped, somehow, the demon’s fury would hold off.

“Yes, my treasure, for I fear that bloody scarlet isn't your color.  Promise me you wont ever wear it again, because it most certainly clashes with your glorious violet hair. ”

“No, my lord, I wont ever wear scarlet again I promise. Especially, if you let my healer be both safe and free from you're threats and anger.  He doesn’t deserve them for he clearly healed and saved my life. But, I assure lord, he touched me only to cure me, never in a way you wouldn’t like. ”

When Key's frail bare feet touched the floor he shivered from a chill. Darkness immediately removed his cloak and wrapped around the boy.  He pulled him against his chest and a willing Key allowed himself to be embraced. Drakk new then that boy had promised not to attempt to kill himself again if Darkness promised not to hurt or threaten Drakk in any way. The demon, finally. allowed his expression to soften and his anger to fade, because the brave beauty truly cared enough to make an effort to save him from the wizard’s anger and jealousy

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“Drakk, I must get my treasure back to my chamber so he can rest. Again, I think you for saving him, when I was ailing and not at my best to help him. Once more,I am in your debt. sir. Shall we forget are differences now and continue our honorable companionship as it was before? I will endeavor not to let things get to that terrible point ever again. Please, my friend, don’t leave me or my service, or me over a single disagreement.  You're one the few people Drakk I can trust and respect to help me in all things that are to my best interest.

Drakk was shocked speechless, for that was the closest to an apology that his lord ever gave him, or anyone else, since he knew him. Suddenly, he knew he would accept; even though he knew he was staying only to keep an eye on Keylyn to keep him safe from his lord's occasional fits of madness and violence.

Drakk knelt quickly before Darkness, lowering his head in respect. “My Lord I accept your offer and promise to serve you always, as before. ” The next thing he knew the Seer’ Reign pulled him to feet. “I am glad, Drakk, for I would miss you. Now, let me put my lovely Keylyn to bed so he may heal completely. So I wish you a good night and we will speak tomorrow of your gratifying return to my service. ”

As they walked out the door and disappeared down the hall, an unpleasant slow epiphany came to Drakk that his acceptance of his fiendish master’s apology, resulted in him remaining in close proximity, which allowed Darkness to completely insured Keylyn's total submission.  He had only to make threats toward the demon’s safety, Key then, to protect him, would yield willing and comply to the wizard’s every demand, no matter how deviate or perverse. Shit, what had he done? Yes, the name 'Darkness'  that the boy coined for his lord, was a perfect name for the controlling, overbearing, charming black-hearted bastard.  And like a complete fool, Drakk again fell for his every apologetic word.