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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Legacy of Kain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.Don't get to Nosgoth itself til chap 5

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Chapter Four: Spiraling fires

Time. It is an amazing notion that we rely upon throughout our lives. Our perceptions are based so very highly upon the sense, the concept, of 'time.'

Time...

I did not know how much time had passed while I was trapped within that cesspool. Sometimes hours flew by like seconds and seconds passed as if they, in turn, were years. Auron kept his promise to me, his threat. Since I proved again and again that I would not obey even the smallest of the orders that he issued me and because I was so damned stubborn in my continued defiance of his will and whim, my life well and truly became that of a living hell.

Yet, somehow, I managed to hold fast to my sanity throughout all the tortures, all the pain that he put me through by locking myself away in the back of my mind to escape the pain when it got to be too much to bare. Even through all of that though, I knew one thing; torture, pain, I found I could handle and yet remain sane, but had he attacked in a different way, had he... taken me, I knew my sanity would have been forfeit. And that was what he wanted from me more than my pain, the willing submission of my body in order to make it all stop. I would not give that to him and him telling me exactly what he wanted of me gave me all the mental strength and fortitude I needed to hold strong and not give up on trying to escape.

As the time passed, I felt my body undergo several different changes. Most changes were hardly noticeable on a physical level. I began to heal faster from the damage that had been done to me, began to fight better in my attempts to escape thanks to suddenly improved strength. I also gained partially retractable claws after a time, which proved to be exceptionally useful. The claws looked near enough to my normal nails when viewed from the top but the underside showed where the claws hid within a divot in the skin, and the sharp edged points hidden along the underside. After one escape attempt, when I managed to claw up the two male vampires that had come into the room to relocate me, I was moved and then firmly bound within a large, circular room. I was left to hang from chains that were linked to the roof of the room and left dangling like a display piece at the very center of the room. I hung high enough in the air that my toes were about three feet from the floor, leaving me hanging painfully from my wrists when I no longer had the strength to hold myself up by gripping the chains in my hands.

The greatest change took place over a period of... maybe months? Maybe longer? Years?

I began to first feel a dull ache at my back, a minor pain compared to everything else at first, but it was like a persistent aching itch right between my shoulder blades. For a time, I was able to merely dismiss it, but the pain and irritation continued to grow and became more excruciating as time went on. An internal kind of torture that was unlike anything else I had been put through by that point by Auron's hand. After a few... weeks...? months...? of that, when the pain was almost too intense for me to handle, I felt my back muscles ripple and heard the sickening sound of flesh tearing, being ripped asunder behind me. Yet despite knowing the fact I should have been feeling an even greater agony, I... was not in pain.

In fact, I felt a dim, dull relief sink through me that suffused me down to the bone and left me limp. The pain was gone within moments of that sickening sound and I shivered as I felt the skin around the area heal over. After a few moments of just relaxing and recovering from the odd experience, I focused and I could feel that I, somehow, had new limbs. I could feel and move them just as I could my arms, though the movements were uncoordinated, sluggish. As I shifted these new limbs, I turned my head to look at them and I started in surprise. I had wings! From what I could feel and see of them they had an almost... not bat-like, not really, but more like how dragon wings were oft drawn. They were covered in what looked to be downy soft feathers colored white with a tints of silver.

My surprise at the fact I now had wings, new limbs to use, to move, to get used to, was nothing compared to Auron's when next he entered the room to check on me. He came into the cell I had been put into not long after my wings had 'grown.' He froze in the entrance of the cell, still as a statue even as his eyes widened. His face showed little emotion but his eyes were wide and filled with surprise . . . anger . . . and what seemed a small hint of fear.

He finally began to move toward me as he shook off his shock and circled me slowly as he approached. That circle tightened ever closer to me but he kept moving so that he was out of my sight. He kept pausing for long moments behind me and he seemed heavily focused on my new limbs. His voice filled the air at one point, that sweet, seductive voice that I'd managed to get used to in my time in this place, in his... ill company, was filled with a dark and deadly note. I looked at him over my shoulder as much as I could, eyes half open, barely aware of him, just lost in the sense of relief and weary joy at this new change as something within me seemed to feel as if it had been set free from some internal cage. A lazy, large cat like feeling filled me as my new wings twitched ever so slightly in stretching movements.

"Non, this cannot be possible. My newest pet . . . a Draconian half-blood?" he murmured softly to himself.

He laughed softly a moment later, a dark melody of sound. His hand reached round from behind me to trace down my cheek, to my neck then down the front of my body. Fingertips then trailed to my side and around to my back to come to a rest at the base of my left wing. I hissed softly in instinctive warning and bared my fangs at him. Fangs of which I had received around the same time as my claws. I glared at him as I tried to watch him, turning my head a bit further to glare back at him. I gave another lazy sounding hiss when he rubbed lightly at the flesh along my spine. I did not want him touching my new wings. EVER.

"Lovely. So very lovely you are my pet. Even more so with these beautés.." he whispered in my ear. "However, I am afraid that in the end, I cannot let you live now. That... Clan, is too highly respected for me to keep you overlong. If the Eldars or the King learn of what I've done to you... my life would be forfeit."

He grabbed the base of my wings, right at the point where they extended from my back. He then dug his claws into feathered skin and muscle and tore my wings from my back with a sickening sound that mimicked the noise from earlier. It felt like he tore away every bit of flesh and bone that made up my wings. My eyes widened in shock and pain and my uncontrollable screams echoed off the walls for several moments before I was able to force myself back to silence as I sank my fangs into my lower lip and my body went limp as I let out muffled whimpers. The only thing that held me up was the chains and manacles as I was no longer able to grip the metal links above me to keep my weight from causing said metal manacles from digging into my wrists. He spoke softly to me, almost regretfully as he moved to stand in front of me. He let my ruined wings fall from his hands and I couldn't help the pain filled sound that escaped me at the sight of them. I was about to pass out because of this new, near unbearable, agony that assaulted my senses. My body twitched jerkily with the anguish that I felt and I could barely make out his next words beyond the haze.

"A little longer in my care, my sweet pet," he caressed my cheek again, "then I shall release you... to the bliss that is true death."

That... was my first true lesson in torture. Every other time before had been nothing but a warm up compared to the torment of having my wings torn from me and every other time that followed was worse. Because they healed... every single time... they healed and grew back.

Months passed, maybe years... I was no longer certain, could not be certain. Nor did I even care about the passage of time in truth. Time no longer held any meaning for me. Pain and blood and defiance were my only constant companions. Auron had me moved again and again to different rooms for various, sometimes bizarre tortures. Even having me chained to one of the walls in his bedchamber at times as I watched him ruin and break others to his will as he offered me the chance to help him with the promise that if I did so it would alleviate my own suffering and pain.

I had to deal, several times, with his . . . unique . . . methods and attempts of seduction. One of his main . . . enjoyments... seemed to be having me tied to his bed, using small blades to impale or cut my thighs open. He liked digging his claws into my flesh, cutting and clawing deep until his hands could caress muscle and organ, up to and including even holding my heart in his clawed hand. I knew better than to trust his words when he whispered softly in my ear whilst he stroked those claws dangerously over my rapidly beating heart.

He made false promises of freeing me, letting me live, if I would just let him bed me. I did want the pain to end, yes, but I did not wish to give this bastard what little innocence I had left, nor I did not want to die once he had what he wanted from me. I was able to ignore him in such situations by simply letting myself drift off, if anything just focusing past the pain he would put me through, letting my conscious self slip away and retreat. Partitioning myself if you will. He could be so... tiresome in his continued pursuits of my body and I stubbornly held fast to my personal commitment to him what he wanted. He might gain satisfaction in hearing me scream during those times that I could not hold pained cries back, but he would not have the satisfaction of having taken me before he killed me. In all honesty I believe that the only reason he kept me alive.

He wanted to break me, completely, before ending my life.

Escape and survival had become my only concern by then. All I needed was a chance.

In the time I'd been in his care, I had regrown my wings, and lost them, several times over and they darkened in color after each rending. Indeed, from what I could gather from Auron's cruel hints, no matter how many times a 'Draconian's' wings were removed what little was left, even if only just the bones that were within the body and not those that extended from it, would draw back within the body of the Draconian to fully repair. Those torture sessions were a 'joy' to wait for. Each time they would regrow, reappear, and be torn from me, be it by his claws, a blade or some other clever way he could come up with to rid me of them.

There were also times where I would be left, without food, without blood and without medical attention, the wounds on my body bleeding freely and healing so terribly slowly. Several times after having my wings torn from me, and being left alone, my body would go so cold, my mind numbing and I knew each time this happened that I had been on the verge of death. Each time I was yet aware of the pain that I was feeling at the time, but it was like a blanket had been put over my senses, then another, then yet another, till all I could see and feel was cool, calm, yet comfortingly empty darkness. I was on the verge of a form of release, only to be drawn back by the taste of warm, coppery blood on my lips. Sometimes weak blood, sometimes old seeming blood that hinted of power, but it was blood. And blood was food. Food that I would greedily accept in that weakened state. Food that all of my senses screamed for. And, as always, it was one of the human 'pets' that fed me from a pitcher at his direction. To keep me alive 'just a little while longer' as Auron kept putting it.

A little while longer...

Eternity.

One other thing I realized during my time in that hell hole was that my first Dark Gift, as I learned was the term, had Awakened in me. Complete and total Invisibility, not that it was worth anything trapped as I was, bound as I was. But... I could not been seen when using this Gift, not even by my own eyes.

After gaining said Gift, my chance at escape finally came roughly a week later.

My wounds from the last session of torture had healed and I was not completely starved of food or blood which was a rarity in and of itself. Normally when kept without food or blood for long periods, I was in a far weaker state than what I was presently in, normally kept in a start where I could do little to move, let alone focus on my Gift. Auron's mistake, and my key at escape, was the fact that one day he sent only a single guard to check on me. Fuck, shit and damnation but that man was an arrogant prick in thinking that I was nearly broken and would not fight back any longer. Then again, that was the demeanor I was trying to give off. I wanted him to think that I was almost fully broken. Ah, well, it was now or never and his arrogance would prove to be the key to my escape and the key to keeping what sanity I had left intact lest I truly did fall prey to his whims.

I feigned unconsciousness as the vampire guard moved to my side. This time around the guard was a female. This was both a good thing and a bad thing. I would not have to deal with a hyperactive male vampires hormones, un-death did nothing to tame such baser lusts, but I could not simple knee the guard in the groin and escape that way either. I'd often had to dissuade a few of the 'keepers' or guards from groping me by attacking them in such a manner otherwise they would try to force themselves upon my oft naked form. I was lucky that throughout all I had been put through, I had managed to retain my virginity, if not my dignity and pride. As the female guard reached for my wrists I realized that I was to be moved yet again.

Once my hands were free of the chains I lashed out at her with my right hand. I struck the woman in the jaw with my fist as hard as I could manage. The blow successfully stunned her and dazed her enough for me to use my Dark Gift to disappear from her sight. I moved silently and quickly to the door and closed it behind as I flipped the lock and sealed the vampiress inside. I could hear her yelling as she banged on the door with her fist and hissed in her rage that I had tricked her so easily. I could also clearly smell her fear. She would be punished badly for having let me get free, I was sure of that. But it was no wonder that it was so easy, from the instinctual feeling I got off the woman, she was new to her vampiric blood, a fledgling. Even younger than I was. I paused as I stared at the door. How old was I at this point anyway?

I shrugged a bit and pushed away the thought of age as I moved quickly away from the door. I drew my wings close to my body like a cloak. I did not have the time nor the desire to show pity to any of Auron's many broken pets.

My wings still held a faintest highlights of white and silver but now the most dominate color was that of a dark blood red, making it seem that I'd dipped my wings into a pool of fresh heart blood and forever stained them. Heart blood was by far more potent than blood that issued from any other wound. Even with the most impure or foul of humans, their heart blood would taste sweet and intoxicating. You could say that normal blood is regular chocolate, and heart blood is dark chocolate. Almost too good, too sweet.

Auron had attempted to feed me many hearts and had tried over the years to get me addicted to that intoxicating fluid. I will admit even now that I am drawn to the idea of tearing out the heart of my prey and feeding upon the succulent blood even though I always spat the sweet blood back into his face or to the side each time it was offered to me. A dark part of me longed to tear out Auron's heart even with how much I feared being near him. I shook my head quickly. I realized I had come to a stop and was simply standing in place staring ahead blindly. I gave a faint laugh and bit back my hunger with a low growl of frustration at myself. I may not had been starved at the time, but I was by no means 'well fed'. I started forward again and took the left route when I came to the cross-section on the level I was on. I'd been down every other corridor in this place on this level for reasons of this or that form of torture or during this or that escape attempt. These paths I knew well with the mental map I had in my head. I walked down the new path I had chosen till I came to the only room at the very end of the corridor. I pushed open the door at the end of the hall and slipped inside.

I slid the door closed behind myself as I stopped using my Gift, becoming visible again and stopping the drain of energy, before I turned around and took a good look at the new room. I realized it would have been a good escape route save for the fact that the large window within the room was blocked, barred with thick steal bars that I could not hope to break even with my greater strength. The room itself was filled with test tubes and containers holding a variety of liquids. There were also various items laying around the room that looked old and worn by time. It seemed like a scientist's dream for making any kind of concoction from the look of it, or for studying different items. Yet I couldn't be bothered to focus on the novelties of the rooms contents. I was trying to contain my sudden rage and desperate fear.

I let out a sound that seemed to me a mix of hysteria and madness. I spread out my wings to their full length and knocked over many to most of the containers within range of my wings with the wild beat of them. I grabbed one of the larger containers and threw it violently at the window. I started to turn around to leave, not knowing yet where I would go, where I could go, yet an acidic scent and a bubbling sounded filled the air. A sound that was familiar to me. I turned quickly and moved over to the window and looked over the bars with the beginnings of hope.

The crisscrossed bars that blocked the window were beginning to melt at an alarming rate. The container I had thrown had contained a highly potent acid, perhaps even the same kind of acid that had been within the pool that I had been dropped in so long ago! I drew my wings close to my body and positioned myself to be ready to jump through the window as soon as I thought I would fit and not get any of the melting metal on my wings. I silently urged the acid to destroy the bothersome bars faster.

I leapt forward when there was finally enough space for me to squeeze through and was halfway through the window when I heard a sharp, loud popping noise and felt a flood of power fill the air. It was almost like that of a small sonic boom, like when you hear a jet passing by overhead, only this was sounding out from directly behind me. A sudden force and heat violently shoved me the rest of the way through the window and outside, disorienting my senses so much so that for a moment I would not have been able to tell someone the difference between 'up' and 'down' as I briefly saw a forest, a cliff with a castle on it, the starry sky and then the forest once more in a dizzying rotation. I realized dimly that the contents of the containers I'd knocked over had to have mixed into some kind of highly volatile liquid. It was the only thing that made sense to me at that time.

The flames caressed my body, scorched my clothing and heated my flesh. I could see that my feathers were beginning to blacken and catch aflame. I was yet half conscious with the flames surrounding me, enveloping me in a dangerous warmth that, despite the danger of it all, felt somehow comforting to me like a... a hug from a wild animal that might yet kill me despite its' current strange desire to cuddle. I felt the air begin to cool around me as I heard the wind begin to pick up as the speed of my falling began to outpace the flames. I dimly glanced toward the lower part of my body, and it look as if some kind of cyclone of fire, wind and smoke had encased me at some point during the fall. The flames that remained flickered briefly before they finally went out. My body was still spinning in a slow spiral, I again saw the cliff wall, then sky, then forest, then... a city?

I should have been getting dizzy, sick to my stomach, but I was far too stunned for my stomach to be affected by the constant spinning. I forced myself to spread my wings in order to try to slow my fall, but it was just as if a parachutist had pulled the string after they should have pulled it. It was already far too late to prepare myself for the shock of hitting the ground or to truly slow myself before I struck the ground. I crashed, instantly out cold, not knowing how hard I had hit the ground, if I had broken anything, or indeed if I would ever wake again.

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