Riskia's Chambers

[Avilion Einhorn]

Unryu Eisenzahn

♦The Dragon Elementalist♦

Hearing his Mistress pretty much tell him to go away and sluggishly slap his hand away, Unryu brings his hand back to him, frowning now towards Mistress Riskia. The way she told him to go away wasn't really much of an order, nor was it out of anger. It was more depressed if anything, in which is her current mood, obviously. Why must she just randomly break out into tears like this? It isn't really necessary, and he is at least trying to cheer her up. Sadly enough, the only thing he can think of cheering up his Mistress is to, unfortunately, cause him pain. She could cause him pain to cheer him up, but alas, he believes not even that would work. Besides the fact that he wouldn't even like it, of course. Watching his Mistress turn over onto her other side, now facing away from him as she continues to wallow in her own depression, crying her eyes out. The Western Dragon lets out a silent sigh and shakes his head, as he is unsure of what to do to help her. There really much else he can do to cheer her up, is there? Perhaps... perhaps there is something else he could do, but it would probably get him into trouble, but he has to at least try something else. He's doing his best to show her that he cares about her, despite everything she has done to him. Thinking for a moment, looking at his Mistress as her eyes are currently diverted away from him, he inches closer towards her, placing her hand upon her side, letting out a silent sigh. "Mistress Riskia, you mustn't do this to yourself. It isn't right for you to cry your eyes out like this. It is now obvious that you have been keeping certain emotions pent up within you, and never releasing them. I am unsure as to how this came about, probably from what Serafina told you, but you mustn't let it get to you. Despite everything you have done to me in the past, I do not wish to see you be in pain, nor see your hurt, especially emotionally like this. It hurts me to see someone I know cry like the way you are..." he explains, frowning upon the sight of his Mistress. "As your slave, I am here to help you, and even protect you if the need arises, even when I am against such things like violence. But the only way I can help you, is if you allow me to, Mistress Riskia..."

 

[Riskia Vetis]

~X~Riskia Helsing~X~

“How can you help me?” Riskia nearly screamed turning back to him suddenly, her eyes were red from all her crying and her makeup was bleeding down her cheeks. “What can you do to make this go away,” she gestured plainly to herself to express her instant anger. However that anger was only somewhat evident in her voice, her face looked lost and scared. She didn’t know what was going on, she had never felt this…weak before in her life and she couldn’t seem to make it stop. Unryu wanted to help, but how could he help her if she didn’t know what it was that needed help. Clearly it was her sanity at this point as she lowered her gaze to the bed sheets, staring at them blankly. Here he was trying to comfort her and she was pushing him away even though she desperately longed to be held. God she was a crazy b***h, first literally breaking his body and ******** with his mind and now breaking down like this. How could he want to even be in the same room with her after all she had done? Breaking his arms and whipping him close to death, all for what. Her own redemption.

Riskia turned away sharply, wrapping her hands around her knees as she has her back to Unryu again. She probably looked like s**t, a complete and utter fool. Some trash that needed to be disposed, her thoughts falling deeper to acts of suicide and death. Maybe this was her body’s way of telling her to kill herself, these sudden urges of sadness made no sense otherwise. At first she would instantly deny the thoughts, afraid for her life. Yet the thoughts continued to play in her mind, almost as if a coaxing voice was whispering in her head to do it. Soon the thought of suicide seemed too simple, just a simple quick stab to the heart. Yes it would hurt for a moment, but then she would feel nothing and it would all go away. Riskia’s sobbing began to slow as the thoughts continued and the idea was starting to seem like such a good idea. A sudden flash of Avilion’s smiling face brought Riskia back from her dark place as the tears began anew, “what is wrong with me?”

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Unryu Eisenzahn

♦The Dragon Elementalist♦

Looking at his Mistress as she springs up and looks at him with her eyes being red from all of the crying, along with her makeup spreading down her cheeks, Unryu isn't quite sure as to help her. He is sure that there are a number of ways to help his Mistress, but would she really allow any such things? What can he do to make this go away...? Is she talking about the emotions she is feeling at this current moment? Or is she referring to something else that she has yet to share with him" Granted, the Western Dragon is a slave, and therefore his Mistress probably wouldn't share much with him. Perhaps this has something to do with Master Avilion that is most likely still here within the Manor? This sounds like a reasonable explanation as to why his Mistress has suddenly felt the urge to cast herself down onto her own bed and begin to relentlessly shed tears like there is no tomorrow. This could also explain as to why she keeps pushing him away. She did warn him about bringing his name up back at the castle a while back, and he is aware of the consequences if he did bring his name up. But at this rate, something has to be said and done. His Mistress cannot stay here for the rest of her days and nights, simply crying herself to sleep every time...

Sighing and shaking his head, his dark brown eyes gaze down to his Mistress, Unryu feels as though he is doing nothing but making matters worse. But he isn't necessarily doing anything wrong. Watching his Mistress turn away from him and wrap her arms and hands around her legs, her back towards the blue dragon, he frowns heavily towards her actions. Hearing her question that probably wasn't really regarded towards him, but more to himself, he can only simple stare at the back of her head, blinking a couple of times. That's it, he's going to do something he's probably going to be punished for, but he doesn't care. He shall accept the punishment when the time comes, and not be fearful of it. Bringing his legs onto the bed, inching his way closer towards his Mistress, he wraps both of his large, muscular arms around her and embraces her into a caring hug. He rests his head upon her right shoulder, looking at his Mistress, with a heavy frown. "Nothing is wrong with you, Mistress. Although, I do get the feeling that this has something to do with Master Avilion, so please forgive me for saying this name. Whatever has happened between you two, is causing you emotional distress. If something horrible has happened between you two, you both must forgive and forget, and move on with your lives, being together once again. Kind of like what I have done with you, Mistress Riskia. Just because you have done some horrible things to me in the past, doesn't mean I'm going to hate you. I'll always be by your side, until the very end. What else is a slave for?" he explains to her, chuckling lightly at his last statement, as it was more of a question than anything. Keeping her in a caring embrace of a hug, he lets out a silent sigh, continuing to rest his head upon her right shoulder. "If this truly has something to do with Master Avilion, you should go speak to him right away, and not waste any time at all..."

 

[Riskia Vetis]

~X~Riskia Helsing~X~

Upon feeling warm arms wrap around her, Riskia gasped slightly somewhat expecting the gesture and even desiring it, but not what came along with it. The instant heat against her flesh hit her like a boiling pot of molten lava. She had felt his warm before as light touches and gestures of kindness, but not a full embrace. The warmth causing waves of sudden desire to cloud her mind and confuse her senses as her eyes slowly began to pinpoint where this strange sound was coming from. Her senses fully aware that a drumming sound echoed in her eardrums, drowning out all other noise. No, not drumming. A heartbeat, her eyes followed the allure of the sound to Unryu’s right forearm as they became dark with a red tint glare. The pulsing of his blood was hypnotizing, drawing her in closed as her attitude completely changed. Riskia had ceased all sobbing upon him embracing her, now he had awakened something else. She was no longer the broken lost child waiting for the answers, just a one minded cold blooded killer. It had been many days since she had last fed and the sound of his heart beating his precious life blood through his veins echoed loudly over his words as they faded into oblivion.

“You should have left when I told you to.” Riskia whispered as her eyes shot open and she turned her head away from him in the effort to remove her gaze on his forearm. Desperately, she was trying to regain control of herself or at least warn Unryu that she was losing it and quickly. Still, she found her gaze lock onto the visible artery and with each pulse, her control melted. Riskia couldn’t believe what was going through her mind as her main thought became blood. Here he was trying to help her though her psychological breakdown and all she can do now is fight to keep control of her thirst. Something that in the past she could do without a thought even for weeks; yet she was quickly losing hold of herself that kept her darker self dormant. In the end, it didn’t even matter. The combined thirst and emotional turmoil cracked the shell and unleashed a beast that even she feared. It was the same beast that revealed itself when she killed her entire family, the same beast that killed Avilion’s family and now the same that was to kill Unryu. Her shoulders slouched as only part of her face remained vision, her hair draping down to hide her parting lips. “Forgive me,” a single tear rolled down her face as her fangs drew closer to its target.

She lost what little control she had as her mind went numb, her fangs extending instinctively as the predatory side took over. Tightly, Riskia clenched her hands around his forearm, her nails digging deep into his flesh to keep it within her grasp. Following suit, her fangs roughly pierced his forearm and the flow of blood filled her mouth. There was no seductive pull to numb the pain, just the predatory desire to feed. The mindless monster had no use of making its prey cooperate willingly; rather it used the fear and pain to quicken the heart rate in turn delivering more blood to her waiting jaws. Every time Unryu struggled, it would tighten its hold increasing the pain tenfold. It took no notice to his pleading screams or his attempts for forgiveness, only the warm thick nectar flowing down its throat and the tingling sensations that grew within. A sensation so addicting that it only made her want to drink more, Unryu’s blue skin visibly getting paler by the second as her fangs remained firmly in place. Her eyes once olive in color now dark red; shadows around her started to crawl and move on their own as her focus remained on the feast.

After practically two minutes, Riskia’s fangs pulled away as she gasped; a streams of blood dripping from the sides of her lips as she dropped the limp arm that was Unryus on the bed. Her head pulled back as if to stare at the ceiling with her eyes closed, the sound of bones cracking echoed through the chambers as she seemed to be changing. On their own accord, the shadows swirled around her wildly and in that instant she was gone; Unryu’s barely breathing corpse left behind .If she was in control of herself, she would have only taken slightly more than what a human would give for a blood donation; it didn’t permanently harm them in any way, just made them light headed. The same could not be said to Unryu however as his body looked almost a pale sky blue in color, his heart still beating…somehow. His right arm was covered in deep scratches and puncture wounds, small beads of blood still rolling out of the wounds. Riskia had drained him to the point where he would many blood transfusions or a miracle to save him.

((*Wink wink* – silver that is your cue.))

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Unryu Eisenzahn

♦The Dragon Elementalist♦

Continuing to hug his Mistress in a caring embrace, all Unryu wants is for his Mistress to start feeling better and to have her stop her crying. It pains him to see someone be depressed, even though Mistress Riskia has done nothing but harm him over and over again, and make him do things that are not necessary. The blue dragon plans on doing whatever it takes to make his Mistress feel better and to bring her out of this pointless depression of hers. Being cooped up in her own room and simply crying her days and night away isn't something anybody should be doing, ever. Resting his head upon her right shoulder, he hears his Mistress whisper something to him, and simply shakes his head no to her as he closes his eyes and rests himself. The Western Dragon s9imply refuses to leave her alone in this kind of state. Being left alone when someone is like this isn't necessarily the greatest thing one can do. This is the time in life where the depressed person needs his friends and family's support more than ever, more than any other given time when it is a good time for such things. The only way his Mistress is going to get him to leave her alone is if she beats him to death, or she starts feeling better. Currently, he is hoping that she goes with option two and not option one. He believes he has gone through enough pain and torment than one dragon must go through. Everything she has done to him, and him showing her love, if you will, that says something. It says that the blue dragon can forgive and forget, and still be by her side and help his Mistress whenever he gets the chance...

Hearing his Mistress say something about forgiving her, Unryu has already done so. He has already forgiven everything that she has done to him, and is willing to forget it all, as long as she is willing enough to start this entire slave and Master relationship over, with them having a fresh start at it. And this time, no lying and deceiving. He still remembers the way she convinced him to become her slave, as it is still fresh within his mind. It's not like he was going to deny her the right of purchasing him, as he welcomes the attention with open arms. But alas, after spending the first night in the torture chambers of his Mistresses private chambers, he wished that the strange woman that informed him of her being a Goddess, or the reincarnation of a Goddess, purchased him instead of Mistress Riskia. But upon feeling his Mistress clench her hands tightly around his forearm, he looks at her with a questionable expression, feeling minor pain from her nails digging into his skin. He winces slightly at the pain, wondering what she is doing. All he has been doing so far is showing her love and compassion, showing her that he cares, and she's inflicting pain upon him? What exactly is her reason for doing such a thing?

Feeling two extremely sharp objects dig into his arm, and what feels as though they are piercing the veins within his forearm, Unryu's eyes widen with shock, looking down at his Mistress as she is actually feeding upon his blood. Why is she doing this to him? He has done nothing wrong! The pain being unbearable, he tries to pull himself free and tries to convince his Mistress to stop this immediately, but it seems as though his pleas for mercy are falling upon deafened ears. He whimpers loudly, trying to ignore the amount of pain being inflicted upon him, as it feels as though Mistress Riskia is draining every bit of blood from his body. What has come over his Mistress to do such a thing to him? He can understand that a vampire must feed every once and a while, and if she needed to feed from the very start, he would have been more than happy to allow her to do so. But not in this sort of fashion! Not as brutish either! He can already feel himself getting weaker and weaker as time progresses on what seems like forever, when it's only been two minutes. As his Mistress releases him from her terrible grasp, the blue dragon lays there on his side, his arm falling limply onto the bed as his Mistress vanishes before his partially opened eyes. He has little to no strength left, as he watches his own blood seep through the two holes where his Mistresses fangs pierced the skin. How he is still alive, he isn't too sure. But the only question that is currently roaming through his mind is: Why?

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Unryu Eisenzahn

♦The Dragon Elementalist♦

Struggling to try and get himself up off of the bed has done nothing but prove to be futile. Unryu has been practically drained of all of his blood, leaving only very few bits of blood within his body as he lays motionless on his Mistresses bed, feeling lifeless. His dark brown gaze upon his forearm that has been bitten by his Mistress, he watches as the two puncture holes that were caused by her fangs ooze out what little blood he has left. His eyes nearly lifeless, his breathing more than heavy, he's on the verge of dieing... again. Somehow, this doesn't surprise him, as he has wished for death on a couple of occasions during the time his Mistress has purchased. She has done nothing but harm him when all he wanted to do as help her with her problems. And yet, she continues to push him away and do nothing but bring him harm. He even refuses to use any of his magic on her, as he does not wish to bring any form of pain upon his Mistress. He is aware that most vampires, if not all of them, are extremely vulnerable to fire. He does not wish to harm his Mistress, nor does he even wish to think about such things. But part of him believes he should start defending himself when the need to arises, such as the time before she even thought about sinking her fangs into his forearm and practically drinking him dry...

Groaning heavily as he grits his fangs, trying to move once more, Unryu fails in doing so again. No energy, nearly no blood, he is as good as dead. In the next few or so, the blood shall stop oozing out of the two holes within his forearm, and he shall die of blood loss. Closing his lifeless for the time being, waiting for death to take a hold of his soul and bring him into the afterlife, a child like voice rings within his ears. Partially opening up his eyes, his vision slightly blurry, he focuses a little and immediately takes notice that Serafina has come back from the torture chambers. It's a shame that she has caught the blue dragon, once again, on the verge of death. The first time had to do with his arms being completely broken, blood slowly being lost and with him wishing to die so he could be released from his eternal torment. But she saved his life, in which he is thankful. Feeling the warmth of her hand upon his skin and scales, the warm feeling is rather... relaxing, but a simple touch isn't going to save him. A small twinkle catches his blurry vision, feeling the young Serafina wash something over his tongue, his mouth somewhat open as he tries to calm himself. Listening to her words, he averts his gaze down to his forearm, taking notice of the two puncture holes seal up, the blood no longer oozing out of his wounds. So the tear she washed over his tongue shall replenish the blood he has lost within the passed five minutes? Struggling to form a weak smile upon his lips, he closes his lifeless eyes, trying to do that very thing she believes he should do. "Thank... you..." he whispers with the very little strength he has left, immediately going into a deep sleep. The more rest he gets, the better he shall feel...

 

[Riskia Vetis]

~X~Riskia Helsing~X~

Riskia opened her eyes tiredly for some unknown reason to find herself in a black void, her body resting seemingly on nothing at all. Pure blackness and complete silence were the only things that greeted her senses as her vision cleared. “What happened?” She asked herself lifting herself up in a sitting position and looking about extremely confused. She was in her chambers a second ago, with Unryu who was trying to comfort her. She remembers him embracing her in a hug and then everything goes blurry. “Where am I?” Her voice echoing into the shadowed beyond to who knows were, not really expecting a reply from anyone or thing. It seemed however something did hear her question, a deep intimidating voice echoed back to her words that caused a chill to run down her spine. “You are in my domain little creature.” Riskia couldn’t make out if the voice was feminine or masculine, as it seemed to be flocculation between the two every other word. Riskia spun around trying to find the source of the mysterious voice and finding nothing, only the darkness. “Who are you?” As soon as the words left her mouth, the shadows around her began to move on their own accord and swirl around her swiftly for many moments before dying down as suddenly as it came. Confused and alert, Riskia looked around and again saw nothing.

“I am you and you are me.” The voice…her voice came from behind her and she spun to see a copy of herself facing her almost like a mirror image. Ok...now she had lost it, she thought to herself having no idea what was going on and why she was seeing herself. Well almost, it looked exactly like her yet two things were off, the eyes and that daunting smile. Riskia took a weary step back and the copy did the same, following her every movement with the exception of the face. Even Riskia found herself intimidated by this copy, “what do you mean?” The smile on the copy only grew more widely in response, which didn’t seem to be possible yet the creepy toothed smile widened. Riskia glared at it getting the eerie feeling that something very dark was messing with her, a demon probably. She had made contact with a demon before when she was near death after Xiao nearly killed her. Taking the form of a seductive woman, horns and purple flames being the only noticeable signs of that she was not human. Its name was Feris and she was a desire demon who wished for Riskia’s morphing ability. Such a strong desire it had that it gave Riskia her power of shadow manipulation in exchange for her vampiric morphing ability. For reasons beyond her, Feris desired humanity and wished to conceal itself among the human population for some unknown reason. This demon however was concealing its identity and its true face, using her own to hide its intentions from her. It was working slightly…the evil smile giving away that whatever it had planned it wasn’t going to be good.

Before Riskia could ask of this demon’s name, it asked her a question which scrambled her thought in confusion. “What is it that you fear?” Riskia staggered back unsure of what it meant. There were many things that she feared and currently she was frightened by this demon that was using her face to make her feel nerve-racking. “What do you mean?” The demon pouted, but only momentarily as the smile crept back upon its face and it brought its hands up in front of her. Riskia gasped as she realized that she was mirroring the action unconsciously, but when she tried to lower them back to her sides, she found them frozen in place. The demon’s eyes flashed a neon green almost too quickly to notice, and in that instant she realized that it was controlling her body. With her hands together almost as if cradling something, Riskia looked down to suddenly see a swirl of shadow create a pool of darkness. “Do you fear him?” It asked almost in a sarcastic manner already knowing the answer to its own question. Riskia didn’t sense this as she looked back down to the black ink in her hands, not black. The liquid suddenly began to change colors unclear, only when she saw what looked like silver hair did she realize who the picture was of. “Avilion…no!” Riskia yelled at this demon honestly, it wasn’t him that she was so blindly afraid of earlier. It was something else that she could not figure out on her own. “Than what is it that you fear?” Finally realizing that she was being toyed with in some sort of game, Riskia tore her gaze off of the pool. Had she kept her gaze upon it, she would have noticed that he was sitting on one of the chairs in the dining room of her Manor, that this was a image of him only moments ago. Deciding to play dumb, Riskia narrowed her eyes attempting to once again move her hands free from this mental iron grasp, failing miserably. “I don’t understand, what do you want?” Her tone one of annoyance not liking being controlled they way she was by this demon.

The smile vanished from its face as it took a step toward her which caused her to take a step also, despite her urge to turn and leave this place. It repeated the question, the voice no longer how own. It was now replaced with a deeper harsh voice that made her cringe, almost as if someone was dragging their nails against a chalkboard. “What do you fear?” Riskia was starting to panic now, the attitude and motives had changed and was becoming threatening. Enough so that she started to fear for her life. “I don’t know.” Her voice was soft and shaken as she tried to reason with this demon not getting what it was getting at. The demon advanced again, putting her only two feet away from it. “Tell me,” it demanded backhanding her across the face, her head unable to recoil from the hit as it stood frozen in place to take to full brunt of the blow. She gasped more from shock than in pain, her mind racing not understanding why this demon wanted to know her fears. Right now it was it that she feared, but she was wise enough not to tell it that. Demon’s fed off fear and if one were to announce such, they would gain power to the claim. “I don’t know,” she forced herself to repeat still trying to recover from the blow across the cheek bone as it was probably going to bruise. Upon seeing instant angry fill the demons eyes, she knew that she would be getting plenty more where that came from. Finding herself frozen, the demon balled up its fists began pounding away at her stomach. Pain shot through her body, had she been able to move she would have backed off holding her gut as she felt her insides getting damaged. The sound of a bone cracking alerted her that she had broken a rib or two, screaming in misery as she was unable to do anything else. Now she was wishing this was a simple nightmare so the pain would go away, but it felt all too real to be a dream. “TELL ME!” it screeched before delivering a final blow across the face, hand enough that Riskia was now tasting blood fill her lips. Coughing up blood feeling as if her lung had been punctured, Riskia closed her eyes trying to focus over the pain. Only when she was able to steady her breath back to normal did she open them, her tears renewed as she admitted to herself the truth. “I’m…I’m afraid of myself.”

Finally satisfied that it got the words out of her that it wanted to hear, it released her from its mental grasp to have her fall to her hands and knees and clench her gut in obvious pain. The daunting smile returned on its lips as it licked her blood of its hands, using her voice once again to address her. “You are afraid that you are going to break and hurt him, how weak.” It turn its back to her as Riskia tried to regain her composure and attempt to stand, finding it incredibly difficult as pain coursed through her body forcing her back down on her knees. She couldn’t believe that she was reduced to this, forced to kneel before a demon. “I’m not weak,” she found the courage to say looking at the ground with her hands in fists. This caused the demon to spin suddenly and grab her by her throat roughly, but only for a moment before dropping her back down on the ground. “You are and you know it, but I can make you strong. Give you strength to deal with the pain or to take your revenge.” Riskia regarded its words, now realizing what it wanted. It wanted an exchange of sorts, exactly what was still uncertain but it would probably be something of great value to offer her strength to get over her depression and take revenge. “Revenge?” she breathed the word trying to figure out who it meant. If she could, she would take revenge on the vampire who made her, forced her against her will to become what she is now. He had vanished for all she knew, probably ended by some more fortunate hunter that was not ambushed like she was. “You are in pain, am I wrong? So take your revenge on the one who caused your distress.”

Getting the strength to stand after all the recent abuse, she looked back at the demon with outward hatred and wiping the blood from her mouth. She knew who it was implying and didn’t think it a laughing matter, “he didn’t do anything.” Her tone deadly serious gathering her composure and resting her hands at her side. If she could, she would strike at the demon with her shadow abilities but it seemed that this demon too could control the shadows thus making that action ineffective. The demon spun around once and looked at her with a smirk on her face. “He did, he broke your trust and left you with a shattered heart. Take your revenge…Kill him.” Riskia shook her head and growled in disagreement, she would not harm him. Scare him maybe just to see where his loyalties lie, but she didn’t believe she could live without him. Yes if one of them died so would the other, but if either of them killed the other by their hand, they would live. Killing Avilion wasn’t going to solve her problems; it would probably drive her to the brink of insanity. “I wouldn’t, I lo…” She was interrupted before she could finish, the demon mockingly laughing loud enough that she actually heard it echoing back from behind her. Still not sure where they were exact, she guessed in some sort of realm, the fact that sounds were bouncing back to her made her suggest that they still might be somewhere in the Manor, but where. “Don’t lie to yourself; you lost your ‘passion’ for him the moment he swung his sword.” Locking her jaw to prevent from a cursing outburst as that would only make it angry once more, Riskia shook her head and turned to have her back at it. “That’s not true.” The demon stopped its obscene laughter and stalked after her, laying its chin on her shoulder pausing her to flinch nervously. “Oh, but it is. You see, the reason you cannot confront him and tell him how you feel is because you feel nothing. You are a cold blooded monster, you have always have been.”

“I have never killed anyone that didn’t deserve it.” Riskia regretted saying those words feeling as if she was walking right into a trap, she was correct. “Would your family agree or perhaps the Einhorns, Avilion’s family that you mercilessly killed without a care. Who else have you killed during your murderous rampages that were innocent?” It was right she knew, those faces and names haunted her dreams and gave her continuous nightmares. Her own mother and fathers faces always lingering after she shook herself from sleep, it was her fault they were dead. It was always her fault. Had she been brave enough to embrace death, maybe they would still be alive now. If she could she would do just that thinking her sacrifice would make the world a better place. Trying to chase those memories away, Riskia pulled away from the demon and faced it, her gaze lowered. “That isn’t who I am, I can control it.” Again the demon began its nonsensical laughing that unnerved her more than it did last time. “Control what. You are a fool if you believe to can keep the monster locked away within yourself. You are weak; the dead dragon is proof enough.” Riskia found her heart stuck in her lungs, unable to breath as flashes of what she did to him entered her memory. Images of her brutally whipping him and stabbing him, completely breaking his arms in that metal contraction and of her clinging to his arm much like a newborn child would do to its mother. She thought she pulled away from him before doing any harm, but that was where her memory was unclear, fuzzy leaving no sure sign if she killed him or not. She wouldn’t, yes she had tortured him many times in the past, but never more than his physical limits. “Unryu…I didn’t.”

“You did, drink every last drop and left him to die alone and confused. Just like the rest. What a monster you are, fooling the ones you loved to let them lower their guard. You led them to their death, congratulations you are a deceiving and ruthless murderer. But I can give you power to control yourself.” Even as the demon spoke, shadows around them formed mirror like images revealing an image of a lifeless corpse that was Unryu on her bed, so pale that it looked like a dull sky blue. The demon had distorted the picture to make him look dead even though it knew the dragon was somehow alive, Riskia would have no way of knowing this and assumed the worse. Tears rolled down her eyes as she collapsed to her knees with her hands to cover her face, she never intended in killing him. Hell she didn’t even know why she found it sickly amusing to watch him in pain. Serafina’s words were right about her being afraid and maybe the reason she hurt him was because she was hurting herself. Still she never wanted to kill him. “I’m a murderer…I killed Unryu.” The demon seemed to be feeding off her sudden depression as it kneeled down beside her holding her shoulders as it continued. “Power that will allow you to escape and forget about the past” It took a couple of moments for her words past the knot twisting her throat. “Forget my past.” She didn’t entirely know what the demon meant, but if she could, she would want to forget the past. To leave all the pain and memories far behind so she could actually sleep soundly, something she hasn’t done since Avilion’s betrayal. Riskia’s thoughts started to become dark and depressed as she thought about all the wrong she had committed in her long life. Too long, she should have died the moment she felt her heart stop. All the pain she caused would have never ended and she wouldn’t be on her hands and knees before this demon.

The demon only encouraged the feelings, letting her get deeper down the dark mindset of depression, feeding off the negative energy and growing stronger. “That’s right, all you have to do is submit.” Riskia flinched by the word submit, now everything seemed to make sense. The demon didn’t want to help her forget, it wanted her to surrender her body and mind to it. Why else would it be causing her so much mental distress if it had its own body, this demon must have known that she knew this too as it caressed her cheek briefly before letting its hand linger uncomfortably close to her throat. It was a parasite, an entity that needed a living host to survive, but what her. There were plenty other in this would that it could target and yet it chose her. Sudden thoughts of entered her mind, those when she was first turned into a vampire by who she will not name. She remembered a mocking laughter the night she spent alone dead in the alley, remembering hearing voices and promises that back than she refused. Was this the same demon that haunted her back then, and if so…why? “I…I…can’t” Riskia mumbled trying to find her center to fight back this demon, but found none. Her thoughts lingering to the many people she had killed and the family that she loved so dearly covered in blood. Even now as she looked down at her hands, they were dried with Unryu’s blood only feeding the negativity.

Vetis smiled feeling the weakness in her voice and breath, even her heart seemed to have slowed. She must know that she was going to lose this fight which only made Vetis all the more amused. Still taking her form, Vetis softly caressed his long nails against her throat in a threatening gesture. “You can and you will.” It spoke with its own voice, gentle yet filled with menace and venom that it made Riskia cringe. “I won’t.” Even despite her weakness and fears, she continued to deny what was about to happen. Getting impatient, Vetis grabbed her neck roughly and applied pressure to squeeze her windpipe shut.“You are starting to get on my nerves creature. Now you will submit or you’re life and his ends.” Riskia’s hands went around his trying to break the hold and failing as she struggled for breath. It so easily could just end it all right now, but where was the fun in that. Vetis wanted to once again roam the earth in a physical form, not trapped within the dark Ibis which it couldn’t escape. Only when her grip lessen as she began to faint did he loosen his hold allow her to draw a breath, only one so he could hear the words he needed to free himself.

“…I submit.” Riskia knew she would regret those words, but the demon had a point. It could end her suffering now and in the process kill Avilion. She did not want that fate to befall him, no she wanted him to live. She wasn't sure what the demon would do with her body, probably kill Avilion off as it was the only things now that seemed to give her hope. Hope and power which she could use to try to regain her body, yes that would be what it would target first. Kill of the last remnants of her life, than it would be free to do as it will. She only hoped that Avilion would be strong enough to stop this demon and end her. As long as he lived, she would be happy. That was when everything went black, only thing she could hear was his laugh as she plunged into darkness.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Leaving the dining area and heading back towards his own chambers, Avilion begins to have a strange feeling wash over his mind, getting the feeling something horrible is going to happen. Almost like how Alyara sensed something off about the Manor. If she sensed something off, and he gets the strangest feeling something horrible is about to happen, he plans on keeping his guard up at all times now. Whatever is going to happen, he just hopes it's something that he can handle. The smell of blood filling his nostrils, he raises an eyebrow as he reaches the second floor of the Manor, finding the scent coming from Riskia's chambers. Perhaps she had some blood delivered to her personal chambers? No... that doesn't sound like the Riskia he knows. Speaking of which, he can sense her within her chambers, but it's... fuzzy. It's like she's there, but something is definitely off, but what exactly? Walking passed her room and standing before his own, he looks over to Alyara as she mentions that she smells a lot of blood. So she smells it too? "I smell it too, Alyara..." he tells her, looking over at Riskia's chambers door, growling lowly. "Ah ******** it..." he mutters as he walks in front of her chambers door, opening it slightly as he takes a peek into the main chamber room. Smelling the air, the blood is stronger within the chambers, and it smells like it's coming directly from her own bedroom. It's strange, it doesn't smell like regular human blood, or even animal blood. It smells way different from any kind of blood he's had in his year of being a vampire. Looking over at Alyara with a concerned expression, he sighs and shakes his head. "Something's not right. The blood that we're smelling isn't human nor animal. It's something else..." he notifies her, opening the door all the way and walking into Riskia's chambers. With a steady pace, he begins to make his way towards Riskia's bed chambers...

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Approaching Riskia's be chambers, Avilion can definitely tell that the smell of blood is coming from that specific room... and it is strong. Whatever kind of blood it is, it has a strong scent, and it's... he's not quite sure how to explain it. But, he can definitely say that if he were to get a taste of it, he would probably be in Heaven. Of course, he's already had his fair share of blood this evening, so he should be set for a good amount of time before he feels the urge for more blood. Standing before the barely open door to Riskia's bed chambers, he hears a young female voice call out yo him, wondering who is there. Raising an eyebrow, as he has never heard this voice before in his entire life, he is quite curious as to who may be within Riskia's bed chambers. It's not the dragon, he knows that much. Opening up the door completely, he immediately takes notice of the blue dragon from before and the child that he brought in. But, the blue dragon looks as though he is barely breathing, and the child is looking over him. He immediately takes notice of the blood stains upon the bed sheets, extremely close to the blue dragons arm. What happened here exactly? Is it the dragons blood that he has been smelling recently? It smells exquisite, but that is not the point at the moment. The point is that the dragon is barely alive at the moment. Did... did Riskia feed off of the dragon!? Looking at the child by the resting dragon, he gives her a stern look. "I'm a friend, that's all you need to know. But what the hell happened here? And why is that dragon barely alive?" he asks the child, entering the room as he walks up to the bed, standing on the other side of Riskia's bed. Looking down at the dragon, he places two fingers from his right hand onto his neck gently, barely feeling a pulse...