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“Weary traveler, fighting me is futile.” A tall shadow stretched across the battlefield, looming like a storm cloud over the horizon. The shape slowly approached Lumine, who was crumpled on the shattered stone floor clutching her head. “You’re weak.” He sighed in false pity, coming to a stop before her.
“I don't, hah… yield to manipulators like you, Dottore.” The last word was spoken bitterly, like his name was a curse. Her head was spinning, her stomach twisting with nausea as the world seemingly fell apart at the seams. The sky above the two was torn wide open, the frayed edges of reality burning a dark crimson– like the blood that bloomed on the white fabric of her dress. His large, godly form bent at the waist to inspect her, and what could be seen of his face was cold and scrutinizing.
This is my chance! She thought, reaching for the sword that lay beside her.
With a twirl of his finger she was brought into the air, frozen in place, time and space.
“You..!”
“Hush now.” Dottore commanded. He rose to her level, his face which donned a cruel smile just inches away from hers. “I’d like to keep you here a little longer.” He cocked his head, strands of his grey blue hair falling over his glowing mask. She inhaled a sharp breath as she felt a large palm press down on her wounded stomach, and in that moment she was reminded of her current position– immobilized, only half his height and vulnerable.
He could kill me. Now. And everything would be for nothing. She wracked her brain for answers, channeling all her energies into her core in an attempt to break free from his spell, but it was no use. Even the power of another world was useless against a False Moon God.
“I still would like to prove how useful I could be.” He tilted his head to the other side, and even from under his mask Lumine could feel the raw power of his gaze burning holes through her head. “If you would let me.” He added, emphasizing his meaning by curling his fingers into her flesh. She grit her teeth as his finger dug into her gash, a gush of blood dripping down off of her toes.
“Gah-!” She cried, then felt his grip loosen once she began to speak. “So… you aren't going to kill me?” Her voice was raspy now, the oppressive atmosphere constricting her throat. “Is this another part of your creepy obsession with me?”
“It's not creepy, It's clinical.” He frowned, appearing hurt as she glared at him. She knew it wasn't real emotion. She didn’t want to accept what was left of his humanity… “We could be a formidable pair– I know you're smart.” He paused, his lips just parted, “...but not as strong as I anticipated.” His expression changed once more to a cruel grin, and hate churned in her belly as he insulted her.
You little…
She cursed silently to herself. She knew she had to do something to win or escape, and fast, but what? All communications were intercepted, Paimon was knocked out, and the False God before her looked just about ready to pounce. When she didn’t respond immediately, he plunged his finger further into her wound. She felt herself begin to shake.
“Oh?” He purred, pulling his finger out with a pop. She maintained her position in the air, being forced to watch as he licked the very same finger that had just scraped the deepest layers of her skin. His tongue worked eagerly on the digit, running up and down its length with fervent hunger. Disgusted, she closed her eyes, but was assaulted with the heat of his breath against her neck. “All this fighting, I finally get a taste, and you look away?” He growled, “How disappointing…” Lumine was beginning to silently panic now, heart racing and sweat mingling with blood on her pale skin, dripping down her arms and under her dress. This was nothing like her other encounters. She’d faced other harbingers, dragons, abyssal creatures beyond comprehension, but never someone who lusted for her– whether it be for her cooperation or her flesh. “If you don't give me an acceptable answer, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you.” The moisture of his breath met her hot skin once more, and she opened her eyes. He was chest-to-chest with her now, his hand hovering above her messy hair. He was so much bigger than her, his body rock solid and his teeth glinting in the corner of her eye. His thigh pressed between her legs, pushing upwards.
“I– ah!” She was about to retort when the grotesque sound of ripping met her ringing ears, teeth penetrating the exposed flesh of her neck deeply. She gasped for air, and for a moment the spell she was under faltered. Her hand shot up to the back of his neck, and before she could begin clawing she was frozen once more. “Dottore… you… bastard…” She hissed, gritting her teeth in pain as he suckled on her like she was a succulent fruit, saliva that was hot like lava running down the crevice of her breasts onto her stomach. Suddenly, the binding spell was released and she fell hard into a sitting position on his thigh, being held up by his teeth in her neck. “You play a cruel game.”
He released her from his mouth, though his hand quickly came to grip both of her wrists behind her back. “That I can't deny.” He answered breathily. A long, shiny pink tongue darted out over his bloodied lips, and he moaned quietly. Through her hazy vision she took note of his breathing, which was getting increasingly fast, the muscles of his thigh tensing as she sat on it.
“Are you… you…” She whispered weakly, feeling her consciousness slip as she lost more blood by the second. She was too weak now. It would be the end.
He didn't answer the question, at least not with words. Something hard pressed against her stomach. “If I revive you,” he said gruffly, “will you join me?” His voice was low, almost hesitant. She didn't have the capacity to respond, her mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. She had a feeling he would do so regardless, that… he had some other plan with the way he was pinning her against nothing, savoring her blood like it was straight from the fountain of youth. She always knew there was something off about this guy.
“You’re utterly insane.” Those three words were the only ones she could manage, and they came out with bite.
“Again.” He pressured, and she wasn’t sure if it was him trying to keep her conscious, or whether he liked to hear how depraved he was. If the intent was of the former it wasn't working, as her eyes rolled, fluttering closed and open. The drops of blood that now stained the stone floor sang in various pitches as they fell– the big ones were loud, and the smaller ones were quieter and of higher pitch. “Hmph.” His grunt of disapproval was the last thing she heard before drifting off between life and death.