Cassius had fled with all the others during the Red Demon's appearance, gorging himself on the fear it caused. Cassius had never felt such an immense, overpowering emotion before, and his lacerating skin tingled with the pure, electrical ecstasy of it. His mind was completely
devoid of any coherent thought, other than to run to escape. He had immediately slipped into comforting nothingness, invisible to the eyes of all within the chamber. But somehow he could still feel that gaze upon him. Gruesome and penetrating, though the Red Demon had no eyes that Cassius could see.
The slaughter was both too long and too short, and it left Cassius more confused and bewildered than he had ever been.
The sands were almost black with blood, and the coppery scent stifled breathing and strangled throats. Cassius looked upon the carnage with wonder in his lidless, invisible eyes. The malformed, malignant beasts left behind after His attack were so distorted and corrupt that they made Cassius' own foulness seem nothing more than a painful sunburn, barely bereft of beauty. The were twisted, ugly creature, foul and lacerated, a pale semblance of the proud children that had burst forth from the eggs that littered the sands. They both revolted and aroused him.
What The Prince would do to have such...abilities.
His fear left when the Red Demon left, and Cassius was alone with his longing. Why had they, and not he, been subject to such disfigurment? Oh, how The Prince would croon at the sight of him if he'd been twisted and gnarled.
Or perhaps not. Cassius shivered, curling his fingers against his naked arms.
Cassius would not have wished to see if the Red Demon could corrupt The Prince's powers.
Cassius did not want to realize that He was not as perfect and wondrous as He seemed.
But surely this abomination could have destroyed him? Killed him, at the very least? A moan tore itself from his lips and he fell to his knees in the sand, accursed sand! How hard could it have been to cast one's eyes upon a worthless, cowering, wraith! How hard!
::Cassius::
The word, like sugar crystals rattling neatly against one another, slid into Cassius' mind as easily as a dagger into soft flesh. And, just as a wound might be caused by that action, Cassius felt something in his mind tear apart to accommodate the slick blade-like voice. It was like a gap in his defenses, where all his thoughts and dreams and memories were slowly sliding from his mind into the open, trailing along the dagger like blood until it reached the end.
::Die? Oh, no, Cassius, you shall live.:: the voice rumbled with laughter, deep and fathomless, tearing his head open and infecting it with leeches, slowly consuming all his thoughts. His sanity.
By god, what was this?
But his initial shock and disgust at the feeling faded away into...into love. Or some crude semblance there-of.
Cassius lifted his face from the sands. "Gehässigkeit."
The word spilled like honeyed poison from his lips.
::Indeed::
And with that, the bond was formed.
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{ooc; this chapter is very much unfinished, I've just been so bloody uninspired as of late that I can't force a few thousand words out of me x.x;}