City of the Damned (Part Three)
#3 of City Of The Damned
Chapter III
-Awakening-
Talon awoke from his fitfull nightmare with a growl. His clawed hands were bound with cold metal. He pulled on them, his wrists already worn and raw. As his eyes slowly adjusted to his dark surroundings, his breath quickened. He franticly pulled at the chains, his eyes shifting colors rapidly. His efforts however, were in vain. Try as he might, the chains would not give. His body was weak with starvation, broken and bent. Many of his scales were laying on the ground, covered in silver blood. His blood... Talon roared, pulling in animilistic rage. The chains pulled taunt with the sound of metal on metal, but held strong. Collapsing on the ground Talon slept, as the nightmares came again.
He woke again, his feet dragging on the ground. He was being carried by two beasts, a wolf and something akin to a reptile. It had scales, but no tail. Talon's mind drifted for but a moment from his pain as he contemplated what the guard might be. But, his time for thought was cut short as he was dropped to the ground. Swearing in draconic as he rose up his gaze, he almost thought he was dreaming...
Before him stood a body of a goddess. His serpentine gaze slithered up her shaply legs, consumeing the image greedyly. Her hips were soft set, although the jagged spikes jutting from her armor were in sharp contrast. Her stomach was bare, the pale white skin unflawed by any blemish. He caught himself sharply with a growl, shaking his head. He thought he knew better then to be tempted with such ease. Looking up, he locked his silver gaze to her own; the firy red and brown eyes sharp and bright.
"Rise, Lightbringer."
Her voice was hypnotic, intoxicating. It was like something out of a dream, distant with deep meaning. It sent a slight shiver ddown his spine, causing his tail to twitch uncontrolably on the ground. With a subtle smirk, he rose to his full height. His wings opens just barely, framing his body in dancing shadows as the fires flickered and flowed in the walls. Talon took time to note this, his eyes locked on the females. He saw the fire, feeling it's consuming force...it's hunger. His tone was somber as he spoke for the first time in days. One could not tell from his voice that he had been tortured for days, for it was strong with honor.
"You know why I have come, Lillith."
The female laughed, the angelic sound out of place in the dank stone room. Her voice was as gental as always, but Talon thought he could hear in the farthest undertones; the sound of screaming. Roars, screetches, and countless other sounds of anguish echoed deep in her sweet voice. It was a sound that drove him mad when he found it, for it was the only thing he could set his focus on...
"You will not succeed, dragon. My plans are set in motion, my armies building. The tide of blood from my conquest will drown your creed in a turbulent wave of death."
Talon looked up, his jaw tight, as if he was straining himself. He looked up with a growl, his tail slowly coiling around the reptiles leg. With a laugh, he growled and cracked his clawed knuckles.
"Then you will fall, broken from your false prophecy. The tide of blood, will be yours."
He growled, his tail tightening suddenly on the reptiles leg. It worked it's way quicky to his knee, crushing it as the male roared in pain. The wolf jumped back, drawing his blade. Before he could step forward to strike, Talon placed a hand on his chest. Looking the wolf in the eyes, he winked.
The wolf exploded into flame, his fur charring instantly. Howling with pain he writhed on the ground, the light flickeing off Talon's white scales. With a grunt, he snapped his chain, breaking it with relitive ease. It fell apart like gravel as it hit the ground. He smirked as the wolf twitched on the ground, the fire still consuming his body. Slowly, he let his gaze wonder to Lillith, the focus clear on his face. With a growl, he stopmed a foot.
"It is time, Lillith. You will come..."
His eyes glinted sharply as he smirked, a tooth glinting in the firelight.
"...You will come, or I will make you."
His clawed hand opened slightly, as the fire on the dead wolf moved in tandem with his hand. He steped back slowly, his once silver eyes orange and violent yellow. His smirk widened to a smile as he growled once more. With a roar, He stomped his foot in defiance. The fire flaired with his every move. Lillith steped forward with a smirk, her lith body tight and ready to strike; like a cobra. She smiled back, her eyes cold and filled with hunger.
"Make me."
(Chap IV below)