03-11-2020, 01:02 PM
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
He has never known fear. Even in the hours he came closest to meeting death, he found himself bound by rage and rage alone. That the world would dare to defy him and his destiny inspired only a greater hunger in the pit of his belly. When he turns his head to trace the sound of Lilliana’s voice, that same ravenous want consumes him. Ghaul wants to laugh over her corpse and raze her bloodline from this miserable country.
But he only grins, his attention fully invested in her now as she asks him a simple question that solidifies his insatiable appetite for chaos. What rises from the ashes? Purity, he thinks. The chosen few. He parts his jaws to speak but Brazen slams her body to his. The hellbeast stumbles and howls with laughter as he turns to her once more, those scaled legs bringing him centimeters from her face. His breath is smoke and scorched flesh when he exhales over her.
“Fire purifies. Only the worthy survive it. Those who do not will feed the next forest,” he says, his tongue snaking from his mouth and toward her lips before he restrains himself. Neverwhere’s voice distracts him enough that he steps back from Brazen to listen to her words. The queen says he is Lilliana’s responsibility and he can’t help the chuckle that rumbles from his chest at the idea. Could she keep him grounded and well behaved? Others had tried. All had failed.
“Perhaps we can come to an… understanding, since my games trouble you so, Lilliana,” he snickers as he tucks his wings to his side and slinks closer to her. They are each smaller than him and he imagines how their bodies would break if he dropped them from high enough. But there is potential in a mutually beneficial relationship between them, and so he pushes the fantasies from his mind. “Release me, and Brine will come home. A captive for a captive. If you want Brinly also, then promise me a favor and Pangea will even grant Nerine an armistice for one year.”
The corners of his lips pull into a smile of crooked fangs as he watches his captor, the stars glimmering cruelly across his cheeks and horns. Slowly, he turns to watch Neverwhere, ears perked forward with keen interest. Either way he wins, Ghaul thinks.
But he only grins, his attention fully invested in her now as she asks him a simple question that solidifies his insatiable appetite for chaos. What rises from the ashes? Purity, he thinks. The chosen few. He parts his jaws to speak but Brazen slams her body to his. The hellbeast stumbles and howls with laughter as he turns to her once more, those scaled legs bringing him centimeters from her face. His breath is smoke and scorched flesh when he exhales over her.
“Fire purifies. Only the worthy survive it. Those who do not will feed the next forest,” he says, his tongue snaking from his mouth and toward her lips before he restrains himself. Neverwhere’s voice distracts him enough that he steps back from Brazen to listen to her words. The queen says he is Lilliana’s responsibility and he can’t help the chuckle that rumbles from his chest at the idea. Could she keep him grounded and well behaved? Others had tried. All had failed.
“Perhaps we can come to an… understanding, since my games trouble you so, Lilliana,” he snickers as he tucks his wings to his side and slinks closer to her. They are each smaller than him and he imagines how their bodies would break if he dropped them from high enough. But there is potential in a mutually beneficial relationship between them, and so he pushes the fantasies from his mind. “Release me, and Brine will come home. A captive for a captive. If you want Brinly also, then promise me a favor and Pangea will even grant Nerine an armistice for one year.”
The corners of his lips pull into a smile of crooked fangs as he watches his captor, the stars glimmering cruelly across his cheeks and horns. Slowly, he turns to watch Neverwhere, ears perked forward with keen interest. Either way he wins, Ghaul thinks.