Essences: The Daemon Chronicles

Ilix

~England 1832~

The sound of her boots on the cobblestone cut through the splitting screams and sound of fangs biting into flesh.

A steady and calm beat of her heart echoed through her veins and rushed into her brain.

'I should be mortified. Facing death.' Lilith thought.

The blood that splattered across the street was spilled needlessly. And it was her fault.

"Ilix." She called out to her friend.

'No. He once was her friend.'

The shell of a man that stood before her now. His large toothy smile that ripped apart a lifeless human being in front of her was not her friend.

There were no remnants of that man left anywhere to be found.

He bit into the remaining husk as if it were a fresh steak. Any and all other sounds dissipated from her purview. Her stomach flipped at the very idea of the desecration that was occurring before her eyes.

"Ilix." She said, But her voice echoed out with not just air, nor just sound, but the magical binding spell she had cast it with.

Ilix finally pulled himself away from his meal long enough to turn around and look her in the eye.

He dropped the body. She tried not to look down at it, unable to stomach the stench or view.

He walked forward before stopping about twenty feet away.

Ilix folded his hands in front of himself. The long flowing white shirt was untied in the front baring his chest open. His tan skin below peaked out from it. But the white shirt was spattered with blood. She figured his tight black breeches probably were covered in the substance too if you could have seen the colour. She watched him. He was dressed stylishly, just like the man she once knew. His chiselled face, and bright blonde hair, belonged to the man she knew. But it was the eyes that made her heart sink.

And any bit of hope she had suppressing deep inside herself that she could save him, disappeared entirely.

'There is no saving Ilix.'

The black pits that met her own held nothing of the man left in them. Instead, the firey feeling of wanton unshielded power met her. The madness radiated out of them.

"Give me back this little one's soul. It does not deserve to be tainted by the darkness of your feeding."

"Give me back all the souls you are holding. Let me return them. Mmmh?" Lilith asked, gently.

She sent out another ripple. His face grew intrigued, and he sucked in the ripple of magic like he was drinking from a straw and not the air around him. His eyes closed as he cranked it in, an elated sort of happy lull crossed his face while he licked his lips.

A deep grating chuckle broke the air. And she shivered as the slimy feeling of disgust rolled through her.

"Lilith, you think such a tiny little string of power will entice me to your side? You think that I can be satiated with a tiny morsel?" He opened his eyes back up, but his eyebrows furrowed, his face contorted with malice.

"I will never stop, not for my Queen. Not for an army of daemons. This won't end until I hold every soul inside me. It won't stop until I stand next to you as your lord and master. Not until you are begging me on your knees. We have been together since the beginning of this world, so let's be together as it ends too?" He laughed again. The manic sound curdled her blood and sent shivers down her spine.