How was she still alive? There were no magic spell binding her to that body. There was nothing to keep her here beside pure stubbornness and will. The very idea that his daughter was still alive because she refused to die filled him with pride. It proved that she was his child. Only his children would be that stubborn.
"Kyrell" A familiar voice purred. It was a voice that had once brought a tinge of a smile to his face, but now it caused an anger he had not been aware of to rise up inside of him. That was funny. His anger tended not to hide like that. It was usually out in the open, demanding to be quenched. "What are..."
Her words were cut short as Kyrell flew across the room, and slammed her into the wall behind her. "What have you done?" Oh, he knew what she had done. It was written in Everleigh's flesh. The only real question he had was why she had picked her own daughter as her lab rat? Granted what she had done would have been horrific on any child, but the fact it was his daughter--no, her own daughter--that made it worse. One simply did not do these things to their own family. It was a betrayal of the family first motto he hold in such high esteem, no matter how you sliced it.
"Just an experiment. Nothing more. Nothing less." Catalina informed him. There was no trace of guilt in her voice. Nothing to give away that she realized she had failed her daughter. "I wanted to learn how to control death in the same manner that you do, Ky." She almost sounded proud at that, or maybe it was the tone of someone who expected him to understand.
That just goes to show how little she understood him. His children were the most precious thing in the world to him, and he would never understand or even forgive someone for hurting them in the same manner that Catalina hurt Everleigh. It was for that reason that he decided that the time for talk was over. For what she had done to his daughter, Catalina needed to die.
She must have seen the intent within his eyes because the expression upon her face changed. "Kyrell please." She sobbed, begging for her life. Good let her beg. He wondered how much his little girl begged her not to torture her in the manner that she did? How long did Everleigh have to endure that? All her life? Eight years was a long time to know nothing but pain and suffering. He could still hear Catalina pleading for her life as he wrapped his hand around her throat, and tighten his fingers around them. He could kill her quickly. The goddess knew that he could, but he didn't want to. He wanted to hear her beg. He wanted to watch the look upon her face as she realized that she was powerless to stop him.
Just because she was powerless did not mean that everyone within the room was. "Daddy?" The sound of a small voice found its way into his ears. He drew his attention away from Catalina for a few moments and towards his daughter, who had somehow cross the room to put her hand upon his arm. "Please don't kill mommy."
Those words hit him like a thousands knives. Why, after everything she put her through, did she want to spare her? Was it because she was her mother, and she loved her in spite it all? Catalina did not deserve her love. She had lost that right the moment she decided to conduct her experiments upon her. Kyrell wanted to deny Everleigh's request, but he could not take away her rights as the victim. If she wanted her mother's life to be spared than he was honored bound to answer that request. However, did she realize the full extent of what her mother had done? Would she beg him to kill Catalina once the full weight of the truth comes crashing down upon her?
Actually, that really didn't matter. Kyrell would not think twice about killing Catalina if his daughter requested it of him. As far as he was concerned, it was her right as his daughter to change her mind if she wished. He turned his eyes back towards Catalina. "My daughter just saved your life. You should be grateful. However, if I learn that you conduct these experiments upon another child--any child--I will kill you. No one, not even my daughter, will save you from my wrath." He pushed her away before grabbing Everleigh and getting them both out of there.
They arrived in his private chambers within the Giese estate a few moments later. He knew what had to be done, but he wondered if he should bother going through with it. The mere fact that she was alive was amazing. He didn't know if she could manage to cling to life with what he was thinking about forcing her to endure. Maybe, he should make her last days on earth as happy and painless as possible. He didn't want her last days to be of utter torment worse than the ones her mother forced her to endure. No, he told himself. If she had the will to live he will do everything in his power to help her claim that life as her own, no matter how painful.
She will die if he does nothing. There is no way around that fact. Her will is not strong enough to keep her living for more than a week. She was slipping already. However, if he did the spell then--no matter how small--she had a chance to live past the week. He bent down before her, placing his hands upon both of her shoulders. "I'm going to try to fix what your mother had done to you, but it will be very painful. If there is any moment during the procedures you want me to stop, tell me, and I will stop."
He was certain that his daughter was smart enough to understand the full weight of his words. He had said procedures instead of procedure. This meant that this was going to be something that she will have to endure a number of times. He would rather she only have to endure it once, but the full extent of her damages made that impossible. His words also meant that if she wanted to give up on life that he wouldn't force her to fight. It was her decision.
"Okay daddy." Everleigh said.
As soon as she uttered those words, Kyrell wasted no time plunging his hand into her chest. There will be no gaping wound once he pulls his hand free. His magic will ensure to that. It became clear that her insides were worse than her exterior. While there was no denying how horrible she looked on the outside, at least it had some symbolism of shape and structure. Her insides were nothing more than a gory mess. This gave further credence to her will to live. He begun to use his magic to pull this sludge from her body. It was the same thick black one he saw when he first laid eyes upon her.
To Everleigh's credit she tried to endure the pain without as much as a whimper, but he doubt that the most harden warrior could manage that. She begun to scream. He wanted to remove his hand from her as soon as it started, but he reminded himself that her screams were not the same thing as asking him to stop. Still, that did not mean they were easy to bare. "I'm so sorry." He kept telling her over and over again, allowing the tears to run free. If anyone deserved to see his tears it was her.
Nine years Later
Kyrell entered the estate that he had been keeping his daughter for the past nine years. She had improved much since he had found her at her mother's. Her insides had returned to what they should have been, and her outside were well on their way. The were still patches of rotting flesh that he had to cut from her, lest the rot seeps into her body and make all the work he done over the past years be for naught. It was a painful process, but not as painful as fixing her inside had been.
"Ever?" He called her name out, looking around. He couldn't feel her presences. Soon his eyes feel upon the open box. It's content laid upon the ground next to it. A tiny severed unicorn head, a severed ear, and a note. He moved across the room, bending down to pick up the note. He read it quickly and immediately came to understand what transpired here. Someone had decided to use his daughter's friend as bait to lure her into a trap. Oh, he wanted to tear that fuckers head from his neck. No, he wanted to kill him slowly. He wanted to flay him alive inch by inch with nothing more than a rusty butter knife. He needed to find the bastard first. No, he needed to find him as fast as possible.
He was good at locating people quickly, but there were those that can do it even faster. Amelie, or Mel as he likes to call her, was one such person. Even if that wasn't the case, he was certain she would enjoy watching what he planned on doing as much as he would doing it. Besides, there was a part of him that wanted someone there. He couldn't ask Ansley or Astrea to come with him.Neither of them were in the condition to. Ansley because she was his little light, and one's light must be preserved. As for Astrea, once upon a time he might have taken her. but she wasn't the same girl she had been before she had been assassinated. And since she only had a small piece of her soul, Kyrell had no idea whom she will be once she grows a new one, at least personality wise. She would always be someone he cares about.
With a growl, he stuff the note into his pocket and vanished in search for his tempest.
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