Let the Ocean Take Me [Maugrim]

[Krone]

She has lost herself these last few months. 

No one had come for her, and she wonders if anyone had even noticed her absence on the god forsaken rock. She wonders if anyone cared at all. 

It is her, and Maugrim, and the daily rape and torture he bestows on her. She’s kept alive solely for the purpose of giving the clown her child, and she is aware of this. And she knows as spring grows nearer she will finally become Maugrim’s prey...once and for all. 

It is strange, knowing when your death is coming. Most do not know; it is simply a shock to the person and those around them, an inevitability. But hers is not an inevitability...no, she could have plenty more years before she dies. But the clown wanted to make a statement, and she was that statement. Starve her, beat her, abuse her, then take her child. For what? To show the other kingdoms who’s boss? It seemed pointless. 

Time goes in slow motion for her in the darkness of the cave. As it drags she silently wishes she would just die, that he baby would just die, so that they wouldn’t have to endure the aftermath. But Mortem’s instructions were clear, and although it angered him, Maugrim had followed. Loyalty is such a strange, fickle thing. 

The contractions start like they had years before with the twins. Sharp, unbearable cramps that make her wince and groan in displeasure. Sweat drips along her neck...they were early. Of course they were; malnutrition and abuse could do that. 

(The clown is there in the shadows, watching it unfold...) 

An hour passes, and soon she is pushing. She feels the child slip easily out of her, and as she had with Krom and Karat, and tries to clean him. “Kaname...” She coos at the child. He’s gorgeous, by all accounts - her russet coat and Duro’s silver spots. It is a fleeting moment of happiness for her, and then the pain starts again. 

 a shock to all who watches, she feels another child push its way from her womb. He’s more...aggressive, as if he’s fighting to get out. Krone lets out a horrible, agonized scream (The clown laughs), until the child rips himself from the womb. Hazel eyes flash to Morty, begging to let her live. There’s two, how would they survive without her? 

The clown grins wickedly at her, then directs his gaze to Maugrim. “Finish her.” The last thing she is able to see is Mortem taking the children away, wobbly legs still unsure of the terrain. The last thing she hears is a name, directed to her second and last child. 

“Kreep, my boy, we’re going to do such great things...”

@[Maugrim] a little early, but I figured it would make sense that they’d be premature. Do what you will <3

[Maugrim]

god make me pay
like the devil i am

The clown had promised him a kill.

He is not a beast that forgets, not is he a beast who would let Krone forget. Her days have been numbered since the moment he had taken her from Tephra’s briny shores, and every day he reminds her. She is his, a trinket, a collectible. If it had been up to Maugrim, she would have been a bloated corpse at the bottom of the lake her first day in Sylva; but he had been told to be patient, to wait. He did, but only because every hellish demon needs organization, needs structure - which the Riverlord lacked. He is impulsive and feeds into desire almost immediately, and though the strain on keeping her alive has nearly drove him mad, he has been successful.

Maugrim had to make up with his lack of blood by other means, which for Krone, meant emotional torture and his desires. 

They stand near the cave, both him and the clown watching the birth with their own eyes. Maugrim remains expressionless, wondering the purpose of two weak children such as these, but he did not care enough to voice his thoughts. He only cared for what he had been promised, and the ravenous hunger in his eyes gleams with the thrill of it. She screams and Maugrim’s pale lips twitch, praying that the childbirth would leave her heart still beating. For Modicum’s sake, he should be hoping so too. Her dying in childbirth would not suddenly fulfill the promise given to him.

And finally, he hears his cue.

Finish her.

The stallion steps forward, the Finisher and the forever, drawing water from the black and still lake around her body like a blanket, crooning to her. He doesn’t even pull her into the water, but instead lets the water meet her. 

He forces the water into her throat and lungs, much like a knife twisting into the abdomen. It wouldn’t take long, but he has waited long enough. He presses a hoof to her throat, just beneath her jaw, and forcefully eases his entire weight onto her windpipe, his dark eyes hungrily watching as her body struggles to inhale beneath him.

It is simple,
quick,
satisfying.

The stutter of her last breath sends shivers down his spine, leaning close to feel the squeezed breath on his cheek. The water recedes but he remains above her, pressed against her neck with a single foreleg and leaning into it so much so that finally there is a sickening snap somewhere beneath her skin. There is nothing left of her that he could take; the fire-child would have to come burn the body, perhaps. His dark eyes reflect the emerald gem that adorns her forehead - a pretty jewel he had become quite fond of - and without hesitation he lifts his foreleg from her neck and instead places it there (carefully now, of course). He sets himself, lifting his weight and allowing it to fall against her skull, crumbling beneath him. He does this until the sea-stained jewel pops away from her.

His pale mouth picks up the small trinket, the only token to remember her by, and takes it into the shadowy water with him, to begin his collection once more.

m a u g r i m.

@[Krone]

[Krone]

Death, to her surprise, was quick; but it was in no way painless.

As the children are escorted away, tears stream steadily down her eyes. What could she do for them now, as Maugrim has her in his watery clutches? A silent “I love you” is all she can whisper before the Riverlord is upon her, his water creeping up on her. There is nowhere to run now, no place to hide, so she closes her eyes and braces herself.

His element is forced into her throat and lungs, and she finds herself choking on it. Breaths begin to burn faster than they had the first time, she gags and sputters. His hoof feels strange beneath her jaw, and she gives her Finisher one final, helpless look.

She’d been a queen, and now she was just prey.

His weight presses against her fragile windpipe, and her legs spasm as her body frantically fights for air. There is no peaceful goodbye, she struggles the entire. This was the end of Krone.

(Morty finds @[Drax], and tells him to burn whatever is left of her, but take her heart. He still has plans, yet).


OOC: you don’t have to respond IC, Nicole. But you can if you want. Morty will talk to both of you later on