by Nya Winters on November 6th, 2016, 7:30 am
Internal HemoragingWhat happens when you think you are so powerful that no one can touch you? What becomes of a person who defied a God and tore down his temple, killed his priests, and spit on his whole ideals?
You become hunted. And no matter how powerful the one hunted is, in the end its always a numbers game when the God on the other side of the battlefield has unlimited resources, allies uncounted, and all of eternity to catch you off guard.
And then it happens, because it is unavoidable. One day you wander too far north looking for a home that's always been shrouded in mystery and they catch you. They lock you behind bars along with everything you've ever loved and begin to strip you bare.
It's not the clothing or anything physical, though they use those tactics as well. They strip you down mentally, steal bits and pieces of your memory, and finally even your name. You are so isolated, so removed from everything you know and remember that you start to doubt your convictions, your motivations, and even the very memories stored in your mind.
You have your family stolen, your love stolen, even your loyalties. They restrict your freedom and your ability to be who you are not because it is necessary but simply because it brings them pleasure. In the end, when you are nothing and no one except what they tell you to be then they have their revenge.
Death would be kinder.
But Rhysol is not kind. His memory is long and his attention span short. Though his eyes are never cast upon you long, when they are you never truly understand the extent of his ire or how much you never knew you owned until he simply took it all away with a mere thought. And when it is gone, you are as empty as a starless sky. You cry out so much you loose the ability to do so, because a living breathing creature can only stand so much pain until there's nothing left of them. Broken down, shattered, and twisted into something primed to need and want anything because they have nothing... you are ready for him at last. That is the state Rhysol wants, that he needs. Because then and only then do you become the bare canvas he can paint to his liking.
It is not a process for the weak of spirit.
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Nya Winters on November 4th, 2017, 6:25 am, edited 1 time in total.