“Elizabeth, are you listening to me,” Brian waved his hand in my face.
“Oh, sorry Brian I was thinking,” I acknowledged.
“What about,” He asked as he sat on the large bed that had way too many pillows.
“I’d rather not say if you don’t mine,” I sighed finding interest in my gowns details.
“You should know, me being a partisan to you means that I’m sworn to you. I will do anything to keep you safe, I today and forward I will always place you’re wellbeing before mine. You hold my heart and soul, not Matt, yes I’ve known him for a long time but that has no comparison to my devotion to you.”
“I don’t understand, you don’t even know me how could you feel that way,” I sat down next to him now intrigued with what he had to say.
“Elizabeth, what do you actually know about what your origins?” he raised an eye brow.
“All mom had told me was that Matthew and my dad’s family have had an arrangement for a wedding to bring the families together. The reason that they had waited so long was because this is the first time both families have progenies that are close in age. Mom also said that my dad had all the contacts to set me up with a wealthy husband so that I could live a better life,” I took some deep breaths as explained how little I really understood.
“That is just the tip of the ice burg,” he moved his hand over mine and continued “Matt actually had an older sister. She was the first to marry, your dad had another son older than you, older than your brother, with a mistress. We all thought that they would follow your grandparent’s steps and take the throne, but just before they had a chance to Matt’s sister passed away. Your grandparents passed one year ago, same time Matt’s sister did. To be able to take the throne you have to be able to control a great evil, it lives within you. Matt has already proven that he can tame it, he is sure you can as well. That’s why this is so important to so many people, you will be a queen by the end of the year. Not only here but in multiple realms. With all that going on there isn’t to many people who you could confide in, that’s what I will do. I can be and do anything you need me to.’
“I didn’t know any of that,” the fear began to emerge.
“I know and that’s okay for now, as time passes I will do all I can to teach you everything you need to know all I need in return is your trust” he smiled.
“You’re the only person here who I think I can believe,” I whispered.
“Come here,” he pulled me in to him and wrapped his arms awkwardly around me.
aI laughed hugging his in return and kissed him on the cheek. I wasn’t sure why personal affections made him so uncomfortable, but he was the one who initiated contact this time. He pulled away and walked off only to return with a plastic covered outfit.
“We have somethings to do before you see Matt so go in to the bathroom and take of that dress. There is a satin robe hanging in there for you to put on, let me know if you need help with the dress.” He pointed to the restroom.
“So, we just move on, just like that,” I was referring to our hug.
“Yeah, we’ll have many more like that in the future for now I need to get you ready for tonight.”
“Is he going to hurt me,” I worried.
“Not likely, I think he was pretty pleased with your behavior. Should he harm you I will deal with him,” he tossed the clothes on the bed and lightly shoved me in the bathroom.
Once I was in the bathroom he closed the door nearly all the way and walked away. I smiled as I touched the crystal bathtub, never in my life had I been so close to such fine luxuries.
“Brian,” I called trying to unbutton the dress.
“Still here,”
“I need help with the buttons, please”
He laughed while he entered the bathroom and went straight for my back. He made quick work of the buttons and pushed the dress off my hips, I looked over my shoulder with embarrassment. Brian winked and walked back to the bedroom. I quickly removed the corset and wrapped the robe around myself. Once it was properly tied I began to remove the bobby pins from my hair bun, I used a hair brush that I found on a tray to brush my hair out and then returned to the room Brian was in.
Brian was lighting some candles in a circle on the floor which had a pentagram chalked on. Curiously I walked over, there where two pillows in the circle, lit incense, a sea shell with blue water, a glass bowl with white sand, and a lit gold candle. Brian looked up and pointed at a copper bowl that sat on the bed. I passed it to him after looking in and noticing a photo of him and one of mine surrounded by an old charm bracelet that I had forgotten about and large silver ring with a skull and bat wings engraved on it. He placed the bowl between the two pillows on the floor and reached out to me. I followed the pull of his hands, carefully stepping over the chalked circle.
“Have a seat Elizabeth,” he pointed at a pillow.
“What’s all this Brian,” I sat down.
“In a few minutes were going to do a ritual that will bind us,” he explained as he sat on his pillow.
“What for,” I was skeptical.
“This way I will always feel what you feel, if your frightened or hurt I will instantly know, I can then help you. You will also feel what I feel I’ll do my best to make sure that it is not overwhelming to you,” he picked the bracelet, photos and ring out.
“Is that dangerous,” I took my picture and bracelet as he passed It to me.
“No,” he continued “I will say some things in Latin for the ritual, then I will light my picture and dropped it in the bowl and follow that by dropping my ring in. You will then repeat what I do and say not the Latin just what you understand cool?”
“Sure, no blood this time?” I looked down at my hand.
“No, our bond goes deeper than blood,” he nodded.
“Okay,” I pushed my hair back.
Brian began to speak in Latin, his eyes turned white leaving no pupil or warm brown. I watched as the light slowly dragged across the floor and out the window as if some one had lassoed it and pulled it out. We were left in darkness with only the small candles that surrounded us to light our ritual. I was so intrigued by what I was witnessing, the occult, the lost traditions of people who were said to have died off in the 1800’s. That’s what I had discovered in history of religions when I was in school. Brian in his white eye state scared me just a little bit, but I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world.
“Let this picture be effulged by fire as I am no longer one in myself, with this ring I allow the fire to bind my soul and my fate to that of another. I beg they gods to hear me and bless this union.” The ring didn’t melt when it landed on top of the photograph.
I waited until I knew he was finished talking for now and repeated what he said and did, my old cheap charm bracelet filled with the hanging hopes didn’t melt after I dropped it either. The charms were chosen to represent dreams I had as a young teenager. As my photo withered away his ring emerged in the middle of my bracelet.
“God’s of the past, the future, and the present, witness the devotion between two people. A friendship as pure as light, filled with the trust that breaths life, and surrounded by justice that surrounds the gates of the afterlife.” Brian looked up to the ceiling.
Suddenly there was a presence in the room, in the circle. I could feel it pulsing under my skin, a tingling at my fingertips, power unlike anything I have felt. I felt like I could do anything, like everyone would bend at my will, I couldn’t see Brian over the electricity in my eyes, but I could sense him. I could sense his heart beat, the temperature of his blood, the desires he had. I dove deeper in to him enjoying the feeling of connecting to his life force, then I hit a wall. The wall was tall and strong, reinforced even, it felt like getting in a car accident while driving at 100 miles per hour. Then I understood why I had to stop, I hadn’t understood the wall, what it was, a great sadness. My heart ached for him, and with him, all I wanted was to tear the wall down and erase the damage it was doing. I reached out with my hand and caressed the wall hoping it could somehow comfort him. Before I knew it, I was allowed to move on, my mind was still on that wall and the sadness.
My pace in exploring Brian’s being steadied as I took my time breathing him in and pulling anything I could in to myself. Then there was something dark, even deeper than the wall of sadness I found a dark corner so dark I wasn’t sure it existed in him. I was pulled to it, as if someone called my name from within leading me like a lure to a fish. I was the stupid fish who took the bait. In my state I still felt omni powerful, nothing could harm me nothing could stop me from taking what was in the dark. Once I was effulged in the darkness I felt what drew me in, evil. It was an external evil within Brian. What was it called, I knew the word, but it was just out of my reach, I wanted to see it.
I didn’t feel it, but I saw it, it was big and tall, its skin dark green with black decay at the extremities. There was a brown rag covering its male bits, however it didn’t do a very good job. Like a human it had five fingers on each hand, unlike a human it had six long arms each bulging with muscle. It didn’t have pecks or a belly button, it stood on two huge legs each about as big as my physical form. Its feet had only four toes each with brown nails, the heels of its feet perched up on pointy a pointy claw.
Its hot heavy breath pushed my hair back and heated my face, I looked down at myself and realized I now had a human form. its eyes were red as rubies, its nose was crooked to the right and adorned with metal. Three rows of teeth jagged and sharp like sharks covered by its smirking black lips.
“So nice of Syn to bring me a snack,” It’s voice deep and broken as if it inhaled cigarette smoke more than oxygen.
“Who are you” I yelled over its heavy breaths.
“Don’t you mean what are you,” he teased stepping closer.
“I won’t ask again,” the power that gave me confidence thickened my vocal chords.
“You don’t command me,” It bellowed as it towered over me.
“You don’t scare me, why ae you here,” my voice seamed to echo off his large form.
“This is my domain, my human, and you are mine.” It snarled.
“Well then, surly you must have a preference of what I am to call you,” I bowed my head.
“Rusty,” stepped back.
“Rusty, pardon my ignorance but are you evil incarnate,” I asked kneeling.
“Some say that, others say I and the bringer of death, you humans call my kind DEMONS.”
“Why Brian” I asked looking up at his now smirking face.
“He begged me to take him, begged me to fuck his soul, begged me dismember him from the inside.”
“How long” I asked
“Long enough” he sat back on a huge gold throne like chair.
“Well you are obviously doing your do diligence, I can see how torn he is from the inside. Maybe you are not as strong as you think, you sure aren’t smart enough to realize you’ve given me all the information I wanted.” I taunted in a manner unlike me.
“You taunt me” it questioned as it moved towards me and picked me up with two hands.
“No, I showed you the respect you deserved your vile scum,” I belted as its grip tightened.
“I will eat your soul, and mutilate your body!” it’s nails dug in to my ribcage.
I could no longer talk as I was having difficulties with breathing. It’s second set of hands pulled me down so that it could pull my hands over my head with one set of hands, with the second set it gripped my ribcage and spine, the third was used to dig it’s nails in to my inner thighs as it puled me slowly like a big X. How could some thing like this be living inside Brian, how could it overpower me, why did Brian allow this to go on.
“Elizabeth,” my name echoed in my mind as my eyes closed, I felt vulnerable and weak again.

Notes

hm... Rusty has been a creation of mine since I was like 12 years old lol it ironic for a reason that i will give soon!!!
I do love me some Syn and Rusty though