Inquinatum; Adumbration
Adumbration;
Warning, may spoil some things/foreshadow. Some swearing. Read at your own risk. :)
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Footsteps echoed along the small corridor outside the cell. They grew louder as the person neared, exchanging a few quiet words with the guard standing outside, and the door opened. A tall dark haired man entered, throwing his gaze on the two bloody and beaten figures in front of him. Two large red wings protruded out from the man's back, the guard that stood on careful watch behind him appearing very similar but somehow weaker and smaller, shadowed by the presence of the taller man. One didn't have to look hard and long to know it was nothing human, to know the man was a demon.
“You have put up a lot of trouble for me… no, don’t rejoice, I’ve conquered it. You’re here, aren’t you?” The man gave a dry and smug chuckle, his voice as soft as silk and smooth.
None of the figures moved or responded, only a pained moan came from the smaller figure, the younger boy that lay on the floor, facing away from the door and towards the corner of the cell. The man ran a hand through his raven black hair, sighing, “You’ve put him through a lot, I don’t see why you wouldn’t just let him go. He clearly knows nothing.”
“Why don’t you let go off her?” The reply came as a snap from the male sitting up, despite the wounds and stinging pain that flared through his body as he spoke. He didn’t look up, but his lips curled back in a small sneer.
The dark haired man growled, wings flaring a little, indicating that an already tight nerve had been struck. He wasn’t feeling all too well today with the lack of progress in the finding of her, he didn’t need some amateur telling him what to do. “Shut your mouth. You have no idea of what’s happening.”
“But perhaps I do.”
The demon whipped around to face the displeasing prisoner. He would have killed him long ago if the prisoner didn't have the information the demon needed, and the demon knew that the prisoner had it. He was certain of it.
“I’ve had enough of this chit chat. You know where she is, tell me and save yourself the trouble.” There was no reply. The demon-man shot a hatred filled glare at the white-haired male that reminded him so much of her, but the thought angered him even more, and he looked away with a grunt. Gazing at the younger boy that lay in the corner, an idea came to him. If words didn’t work, perhaps actions would. The body in the corner jerked and in a swift quick movement, faster than the eye could see, found itself in the demon’s clutch. “Tell me, or he shall suffer more,” the demon bargained.
The conscious prisoner lifted his head to gaze up lazily at the angered demon.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he said softly and casually, as if nothing was threatening the younger male's existence.
“You underestimate me.” There was a sickening snap and the younger boy gave a weak gasp. The man narrowed his eyes, looking back at the one on the floor who had flinched only slightly. “Well?”
“I won’t tell you.”
Another snap followed the words, along with the same pained groan.
“I’ll kill him, and I won’t hesitate.” The treat was grave and low, there was no hesitation at all. “You wouldn’t want to lose something so dear to you for a dirty secret, would you?”
There was a moment of silence, and a choking whisper escaped the younger male’s lips. “Al…”
The demon, feeling that time was running out for both the kid in his grip and himself, pressured on, “Look at him, he’s suffering. Just say it! Where is she?” When there was no reply from the stubborn silver-haired human, the demon decided to try a different tactic. “I’ll let your brother go if you tell me,” he offered, his voice strangely soft and low.
The guy on the floor, still in the same position as when the demon entered, chuckled hoarsely, “He isn’t my brother. I won’t tell you shit.”
Looking from the boy in his grip to the one on the ground, he frowned and asked warily, “Are you sure?” He was almost certain he could see some resemblance…
The prisoner laughed dryly again, “Yes.”
“So you won’t tell me?”
The prisoner uttered a definite sharp solemn ‘no’.
“You are absolutely sure?” The man asked again, hoping for a different answer and almost believed that he would when the other hesitated but all hope fell as his enemy’s child spoke softly.
“Yes, I am sure. He’s not my brother, and I will tell you nothing.”
There was a final, loud, sickening snap and the boy in the demon’s grip grew limp before falling to the floor. The demon turned away, forcing his face to be expressionless while he fought back his rage.
“You are absolutely foul,” he finally said with disgust.
“Foul?” the lone prisoner echoed with a small smile. He seemed unfazed by the dead boy a few feet away from him.
“Whatever secret you’re hiding, however dirty or filthy it may be, whatever information you know, where ever she is, I will find out. Even if I must rip you apart to get it.”
The demon turned and headed towards the doors without so much as a glance behind him. There was nothing more he could do here, nothing more to say. He had rushed, rushed far too quickly to kill the boy, because now he had nothing. And he realised his mistake with a heavy regret.
The now lone prisoner sat quietly, watching the demon leave, and a cold, smug smirk played on his lips. “Rip me apart to find it out? We’ll see about that. And we’ll see whose secrets rip them apart last…”
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A/N: For those wondering, yes, the pictures are meant to be dark and for little to be seen. This is a prologue/teaser/spoiler kind of thing, foreshadowing on some stuff. Hopefully it can create the mysterious feeling I was aiming for, but don't worry - when this scene comes up again, there will be more to see. ;)
Hopefully you enjoyed that... xD