Deathless Reign
Chapter 7
By: Noobwriter96
Reign's eyes became that of a ravenous beast as Ayleth hurried to buckle the leather strips against the walls. There was still some of the man left in those eyes as Ayleth brought to a close the restraints unto his wrists. A grotesque transformation caused by whatever it was that struggled to break free from within Reign. She hammered the leather against the wall with as much force as she could muster using a rock and a wooden peg.
"
Hurry
!" he screamed through gritted teeth. He was fighting to stay still as he could, trembling violently. She half-expected him to be frothing at the mouth.
Veins popped in his head, pale dead flesh no longer the hue of death but something worse. Not living, but an almost supernaturally angry hue of purplish-red began to take over the deathly pale complexion that once was Reign as his muscles bulged four times than what they used to be.
Ayelth did the same once more to his bare feet but she had seen enough of the man's strength to know that would not suffice. Mere leather strips would not hold down such a monster that he can be.
The man had come to her for help, but what help can she do?
She may have been taught as an acolyte but what use does ceremonies and prayers against this horror? Reign had been so certain, even to go as far as calling her among the Chosen. Ayleth had heard tales of the powers of the Chosen, whose lives were mostly secluded and done in a lifetime of service. If she did possess these so-called powers, they were powers that was never truly tested. This was reserved for the militant arm of their Order.
In theory, she knows what to do but that was the extent of it. Theory.
With no other choice left and passing seconds could mean hers and everyone else's demise, she closed her eyes and made her mind devoid of any distraction or thoughts, to be as an empty abyss.
Reign's grunting was of a man in horrible pain. To hear such a thing from a virile man such as him made her ask how much pain for something to make this someone who can crush skulls with his bare hand almost cry? She shivered. Then his cries of pain became that of an animal. His voice turned deeper and primal, as if it was indeed a beast that Ayleth had restrained instead of a rational man.
Her heart thundered against her chest and sweat trickled down as was the case with her whenever distressed. Her sweat cascaded down her neck and shoulders, clinging to her back despite the chilling climate.
Every heartbeat seemed like an eternity passing as nothing happened and doubt began to seep in. What if she fails? She stopped these thoughts dead in her track and thought of long lost peaceful times. A memory cherished since childhood and to relive this memory to the very minute detail. Acolytes of their order had to spend in meditation with this single memory of love, beauty and hope. To remember everything, almost going back to the very moment of that time.
To Ayleth, she had been transported to a place of nothingness, with only that solitary memory as her companion. It was then she realized that she had arrived In the space between spaces, the realm that lies in amid the Physical and the Spirit, where thoughts and emotions traverse and connect from the briefest touch to those spanning almost to eternity.
She stilled her mind and thought only of one: Reign.
And immediately she peered into the young man's Mindscape.
Her spirit lay witness to a horror caused by the Blight, viscous monstrosity of tangled emotion and dark energies. It was a multitude, nay, a Legion of emotions that had once been tethered to the soul and now lay free and rampant. Ayleth was afraid almost to the point of breaking, blood going cold, as if dark pit had turned up inside of her stomach.
Reign's desire was like a beast with three heads, every emotion given consciousness and then molded into this sick twisted menagerie that became a single entity.
