>>Chapter 2<<
I smiled charmingly. It was a carefree smirk that I had perfected over time. It both disarmed my prey and put them on edge. “Perhaps while I was absent from my position y’ur unruly behavior was acceptable, but not now”, I spoke calmly and paced across the cold stone floors making but the slightest of tapping sounds, my gorgeous eyes always keeping the audience in their snare.
One man, Izac by name, had the gall to step forward and speak to me. “Since when do we have to listen to the likes of thee,” came his retort. “What makes ye so much better than us? We never sold thou our alliance or souls foolish tyrant!” Nods of agreement and a couple cheers came with these words as Izac rallied support from his brothers.
I saw Jay from the corner of my eye and he winked to one of the men playfully. I ignored my jester of creatures though and just smiled. “Ye is correct, thou have not signed an alliance, nor sold thee’s soul to me”, I looked them all in the eyes then turned my back to them while twisting a piece of my fine, silky hair around one of my fingers. “Therefore,” I spoke loudly and spun back around with a particularly demented look upon my face, “I have no obligation to protect ye, or hold my servant back from utterly destroying thee”.
On cue Jay cast an innocent cute little boy smile. The other men just smirked, looking uttermost cocky. “Thou dare let thee tongue slip so. We out number thee five to one!” Another of the men dared to declare.
I just laughed and that was all it took to unleash Jay. Instantly the room shifted and we were surrounded by a gray and bland shadow of our world. Jay chuckled and looked to be the most innocent and sinister boy you ever met. He was joyful and bubbly, yet what he was doing was murder and cruel.
The other men instantly jumped to attention and drew finely crafted weapons. They were better than any work of war you will find these days. Every weapon of this modern age is, but a cheap replication of what we wielded so easily. We were the craftsmen, the scholars, the powers, we were everything. That is why we fell. There was nothing else left.
Jay’s smile was the cutest of boy’s and his eyes glimmered with excitement as the world spun around listening to the men shout curses and realization falling on them. They saw their death, for they knew they could do nothing in this place of shadows and horror. I watched each man an easy laidback smile on my face as Jay spoke, “Ladies and Gentlemen!”
Once again he spun and waved his right arm bringing it out wide. An audience of wispy shadow figures appeared around us, his voice boomed loudly as in a circus. “I welcome ye all here tonight to enjoy the show!” I watched as men tried to charge at Jay, but they were thrown back by manifestations of this dark realm. They were powerless, utterly helpless, just pathetic creatures caught in Jay’s web.
The phantom crowd cheered in ghoulish glee as Jay turned back to the subjects of this play. Whispers of the damned souls raced through the air, if it could be considered air. A ghostly wind hit my skin, but never ruffled a hair. The light swirled, fading in and out in places like a horrible dream devoid of color and happiness.
Jay’s brilliantly flaring red eyes danced like a hungry flame, ready to devour these men. He was what a shadow was supposed to be, a creature of terrifying might, and bender of nightmares.
We stood; time suspended, the air stood still and everything stopped as he burst forward. All eyes a-stare, all tongues were dry in anticipation, and all the hunger for gore burned like a wicked flame inside all who watched this blood bath.
Jay was a blur, his fist crushed the pathetic chest of one, and shards of bone stabbed into his hand as he gripped vital organs and ripped them out, mercilessly. Blood sprayed out like a bomb exploding, painting everything a slightly darker gray. With a pivot, his clawed hands of an angel of death, Jay tore out the trachea and esophagus of another victim. One rushed him alone, swinging with his right. Jay met that blow and crushed the other’s hand and arm. A sickening, cracking sound split the air, as Jay compacted this man’s arm to the length of about four inches.
Jay stood as his latest victim fell, blood drenched him. A smile was found on his face and he looked to be a much younger kid. Five remained, they circled him and charged at once. Jay smiled wider, “Let the curtains close,” With that he looked down and tossed his hands into the air. Jet black tentacles burst from the ground, worming their way into the bodies of the five men. Their skin pumped and moved as if alive for a second foreshadowing their end.
Hollow screams rang out in agony, the crowd still did not dare speak, and I waited in a silent shroud. Then it happened, all at once, the color returned, the world was normal, and a whirlwind of blood erupted like the rain of a raging storm. Jay stood in the middle as the flesh dropped in segments; shards of bone stabbed into anyone or thing near, and bowels decorated the hall. Cheers erupted from the gloom and Jay bowed. “Tis nothing, Tis nothing, all meaningless, all foolishness,” he spoke solemnly, ending the show.
I clapped my hands twice and smirked, “Bravo, bravo”.
*****
It is funny that this was my life back then, but now all I am is a puppet. All that I live for now is to amuse Rerik by playing in a trivial game. It is funny how my power has declined and I have become, but a shadow of my former might. Everything is so funny, how the world is so twisted and cruel, yet just and fair at the same time.
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