[Flashback]A Meeting With Krysus(Solo)

[Neville Whitevine]

oocHey guys, this is just for reference so anyone can see how I got my mark.

Fall AV 404 Neville picked through the rotting remains of his last kill. He was searching for something useful in his craft of Malediction. Unfortunately, he was still far from being an expert in the practice and only knew how to use a handful of different parts of the body to make his trinkets. Angry, he thrust his knife into the wooden table, embedding it a couple inches deep. Neville cursed under his breath as he got his shovel and began to dig away at the dirt floor. With each shallow grave he added, he was running out of room. Soon, he would have to transport the bodies out of his house in order to bury them. And that was dangerous. It took Neville a few hours to dispose of the eviscerated corpse. His frustration with the lack of usefulness the body had given, only fueled his desire to kill again. Usually, Neville would wait a few days between disposing of one body and killing another. This had been his rule, and it had kept him out of trouble with the law so far. But then again, was there really any law in Sunberth? In recent years Neville had found pleasure in torturing people before he killed them for their remains. At first, he simply craved his next kill, finding it hard to concentrate on what he was doing whenever he got the urge. But the more he killed, the more his addiction grew. Soon, it wasn't enough to kill his victim. He had to torture them. Some of his prey he would torture quickly, causing as much pain as he could. Others, he would keep alive for days or weeks. He would starve them and give them minimal water, and, as his knowledge of the body grew, he would find the best ways to cause pain without actually threatening their survival. Today, he wanted a fast kill, a large bite to stave off his growing hunger. That night, while roaming the streets in search of his next victim, he came across a young woman, barely over the age of sixteen. Neville rarely ever killed women, it just wasn't something enjoyed as much. It was easy to get a woman to scream, but that diminished the value of them. The moment he would finally break a man into screaming was the moment he knew he had complete power. However, every minute he wasted looking for someone was one less minute he would get to torture them. As he got closer he noticed that the girl was selling herself on the street corner. Paying someone to come to his house would be easier than kidnapping and much less noticeable. He rummaged through his pockets and came out with a few Gold Mizas. Neville would give her all his money if it meant she would come with him. And that is exactly what he had to do. She did not trust him due to the physical decay caused by being undead, but, when he offered her that much money, she couldn't refuse. Neville didn't mind overpaying her, since he knew he would get it all back later. On their way back to Neville's house the young woman hung on him and whispered various things in his ear. Neville was uninterested in any of this, but he had to admit, she was a very sweet talker. This gave him an idea. He would have to search for the proper way to go about it, but perhaps her tongue would be of value to him. Until this point, Neville hadn't even considered what her body would be useful for. This disturbed him slightly. He had always been able to use his Malediction as an excuse why he had to kill people. But now, now he might have to admit it was something he couldn't stop. It was an addiction. When they finally reached his small, one-room house the girl stepped inside and was suddenly frozen in horror. In his haste to kill again, Neville had forgotten to clean the blood he had spattered around the room in his last vigorous torture. Neville would have to act quickly, before the girl got her wits about her and ran. With a swift fist to the back of the head, he knocked her out, and her body slumped to the ground in a heap. While she was unconscious, Neville stripped her, tied her securely to his workbench, and began to prepare his tools. He began drawing small lines on her body where he knew would be safe to stab her without killing her too quickly. He did not have vast medical knowledge, but his experience had shone him effective techniques. This would be a quick killing, but he still didn't want to risk her dying before he was finished. As soon as she woke up he gagged her mouth and checked all the bonds. Once he was confident she would not be able to escape, he began his work. He pushed his knife slowly through her soft flesh and into her stomach. She screamed so loud that even the gag didn't fully muffle it. This brought a sick smile to Neville's face. Maybe he needed to rethink his position on killing women, he thought to himself. Once he had pushed the blade through until it hit the wood on the other side, he began to tug it back and forth, slowly lengthening the wound. The cut was finally big enough for him to fit his hand inside, and he reached for his next tool. This tool worked like a vice in reverse. He plunged it into her gut, causing another horrific scream to escape the girl's throat. She lay there, struggling to breath but wanting to die. She knew he time was up, but Neville wasn't about to let her go that quickly. Neville couldn't be sure of her thoughts, but he thought he could see in her eyes that desire to die. It was that look that satisfied him, the look of utter despair and hopelessness. However, he wasn't done yet. He slowly widened the device inside her until there was a fist-size hole through which he could see. She was now bleeding out quickly, and he would have to work fast to finish. He wiggled his hand into the wound and began to force it up toward her chest. Before long, he was up to his elbow in her guts, and she was fading quickly. But he had finally gotten what he was hoping for. He shook her face violently to make sure she was awake, and her eyes widened a little. Neville knew this was the most awake he would get her. So, with a tight grip, he reached even deeper into her chest and grabbed hold of her heart. He squeezed and felt as it slowly stopped resisting and her blood ceased to flow. He was ready to claim his trophy, so he gave a firm tug. With a gruesome tearing sound his arm thrust out of her. It was hard to tell what was in front of him, as everything was covered in a thick layer of crimson. However, Nevile smiled, as he knew exactly what he had done. In his hand was her still, lifeless, heart. Nevill was greatly satisfied. Practicing Malediction could wait. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the only real pleasure he got in life. Death. The hours faded and Neville was unaware of how much time had passed when he finally stopped reliving the murder in his head. He got up out of a chair he didn't remember sitting in and examined the dead corpse. He began to think of what he would write about this kill in his journal. Neville was about to reach for the book, but he realized that his hands we still covered in blood. It was dried now, but he didn't want to risk making a mess of things. Across the room was a wash basin for him to clean himself up in, but he didn't make it there before he noticed his visitor. "This is not what it looks like." He said abruptly. His visitor was a young woman, not much older than the girl he had just killed, and strangely, she didn't seem at all disturbed by seeing a naked, bloodied, woman on a table. It was obvious that the girl was dead, and, by the amount of blood on Neville, it was apparent that he had killed her. "Or perhaps it is.." Neville said, realizing he couldn't deny what had just happened. "I know what has transpired here." The woman said with a wicked smirk. "Why else do you think I would come here?" She circled Neville slowly, as if inspecting him. "Though this is an even gorier scene than I have come to expect from you." The mysterious girl laughed maniacally now, but cut her laugh off in the middle and took a more serious look. She walked over to the body or the young girl and examined the wound. "I am here to reward you for what you did today. For what you have been doing you years, I should say." The woman turned back to Neville. Her evil grin had returned. "I am Krysus, Goddess of Murder and Pain. And you, have served me well." Her voice was familiar to Neville. Not because he had heard it before, but because it reflected the same hunger for death and pain that Neville now craved. "You will find that causing pain will be much easier now. However, that need you feel to inflict it will be more than mental now." She laughed again. "You'll see what I mean." Without another word, she left him. Neville knew he had just met a goddess, but he wasn't sure what to make of her final words. He decided that he certainly would have to record these events. As he washed his hands in the basin, he started to notice strange marks under the blood. At first, he tried to wash them off, but, after minutes of trying, he realized they were not natural. They were his veins, but they were deep crimson. His blood no longer flowed, but somehow he could see it in his hands. He knew he had been blessed. Or so he thought.