Post by Progress on Dec 19, 2014 19:47:02 GMT -5
Ghosts walked with Erasmus, echoing his every step. They left no trail in the sand when they crossed the vast desert beneath the dome of Las Noches, but there was no denying that they were real. They'd left Takua behind and he had seen them. He'd feared them. Now, as the great doors of iron and wood swung open before him his vassals saw them too. Their heels clicked crisply with each step, snapping like gunshots. They called him mad behind his back, said that he was looking for a lost cause. But that lost cause was walking right across the foyer before them and they feared her. She was a dead woman, a corpse, she was gone. Yet there she was.
And the little girl. So bright, so joyous and playful, smiling at all she looked upon. But there was death around her too and somehow they knew that her body was cold and beneath the ground somewhere. Their master had given his obsessions form. The daughter that had altered his life and influenced every action he made and the love he never had, the love that sent him mad.
The man between them, who looked so different from the man that was their master. His hair was grey where their masters was black, rough where their master was clean, dark where their master had been bright. But those eyes hadn't changed much, if anything they'd increased in their intensity, seemingly greener. Wherever he stared he seemed to know. When a pair of eyes met his they felt their own secrets being lifted from them and felt that he knew. He knew exactly what they wanted, everything they desired and somehow, they also knew that he owned it. He could give it to them, or lock it away from them forever, could use it against them whether they liked it or not.
All vassals went ignored as Erasmus began to ascend the stairs, his metal boots giving muffled thumps with every rising step, his eyes pinned to a certain door as if taking them away would cause the world to implode in upon him. He moved with purpose, distracted by nothing and without diversion. He knew what he wanted and where it was and he was going to get it. Every eye followed him until he turned a corner and vanished, but what did they do with themselves now that he was gone? Somehow they were unsure, his presence had enraptured them and for just a few moments he had been the only thing they could see, the only thing they wanted and they were willing to do whatever it took to get him.
"The hell was that?" One of them spoke from within the crowd, his voice crooked and shaken.
Erasmus stopped at the door of his youngest childs bedroom, if you could call it a bedroom. It was more like a cave, carved out by the hands of a man alone. She had grander accommodation, but she had chosen to remain in the room that Erasmus had clumsily tunneled in for her. He stared directly at the door, it's wood no more than a foot from his face and with a thought from their source the two ghosts vanished and became one with the Segunda's shadow. Xiaobei did not need to see them, would not need to know them until she was among them.
He gave the door three light knocks and then slowly pushed it open.
Hinges swiveled quietly, being well maintained hardly any of the doors in his castle ever squeaked. He stepped in and just as silently closed it behind him again.
A large bundle was tucked away in the corner of the room, laid upon a rickety bed and covered with blankets. He could see the spines of her hair cropping out from the top of the bundle, spreading out over a pillow that her head rested upon. A smile broke his face as he watched the bundle rise and fall slowly as Xiaobei slept. The moment was special so he allowed her the rest she deserved, picking a chair from the corner, resting it as silently as he could at her bedside and sat in it, just listening to the light breeze of her breath. For a monster she breathed like a little girl. For a little girl she fought like a monster. She could beg him for a piggy back as easily as she could tear the jugular from a mans throat.
Such a lovely little monstrosity. Just like her father.
Xiaobei rolled towards him, a sleepy sigh falling from her nose and he studied her face fondly. She had his hair and aspects of his nose and cheek bones. The rest was a mixture of the girl she had once been, Liora, and the way she had looked as a lesser Hollow. For a moment he could have sworn he'd seen a little of Rania within her, but he knew that was silly.
She was beautiful.
No doubt she'd become a fine woman when she grew up and would make him infinitely more proud than she already had. He smiled again at the thought and sat there, lost in his imaginations of what things would be like in her future. She would have everything she'd need and more in the world he would create for her. But the world was not ready for her yet. Not safe. Not right. It needed work and he was The Builder. She would watch him build it for her and he could only hope that she would be as proud of him as he was of her.
Reaching out his thin fingers brushed her cheek, reaching under her mask. She stirred.
"I love you, Princess." He told her, leaning in to brush the hair from her face and kiss her cheek.
And he sank his teeth deep into her neck.
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