The Black Prince

Girl is silly, girl is foolish, girl does not yield, she does not move from her place on the ridge, no, no. He will push her off, watch her fall, eat what falls out. Dead eyes focus upon her own, form shifting as he glides atop the rocky, frozen ground on blackened wings of deadly, silent intent, jaws parted, saliva leaking from atop the knife points within his lips to run in silvery streams to fall to the frigid earth as his paws scrap across the broken stone. Her body remains the same, ridged, proud, only further enraging the creature, the demons of his mind hissing and screaming with outrage at her offense. Vile creature, vile, disgusting in her weakness, his hunger burns and slices at his veins like scorching flame, driving him forward as another snarl claws it’s way free of his throat to explode into the air, muscle rolling and coiling beneath the ebony pelt that gleams like the blackest obsidian, a perfect creature, so beautiful, so exquisite, canine perfection and yet his mind is so damaged, so fractured that such beauty is lost in the ugliness of the soul-less shell he has become, fractured and damned to an existence of no salvation, hungry, always hungry for that which can never be filled, that gaping soul-less space within himself that has driven the powerful creature to the brink of utter insanity as he rages. Her scent is thick and cloying in the air, seeking another kind of fulfilment, one only Aaliyah has allowed this far, one perhaps only an Angel can be given to survive, for surely only a creature of heavenly descent can carry and birth the offspring of a creature so wretched upon this earth that he knows nothing but hate and hunger, dominance and obsession. Perhaps her blood will see such children born with souls instead of damned to the existence of tortured, fractured blackness as Tobias. He cannot feel, he cannot understand, knows only he is hungry, always hungry for flesh and blood, his need to feed, to feel scarlet liquid within his throat and sooth the static within his veins consumes the depravity of his mind. He only desires to feed, all other actions are no more then ways to achieve this, his fractured mind shattered and broken, yet clever, swift, capable of learning and in this way he has adapted, learned to mimic life, to play at it, to lure them within range of his bloodied fangs and towering, powerful form.

Yet there is no game this night, he does not play despite the rasping of his words, delivered from a broken record, a shattered memory repeated and replayed with pathetic accuracy from his incapable mind, the creature repeating the same words again and again, seeking reaction, adjusting that reaction only until another is met. He wants only to consume her, to devour her flesh and feed himself and yet....within the winter he wants more still, he wants to possess her as he had Aaliyah, instinct driving him towards her, conflicting all the same, seeking to feed and to breed. For perhaps it is the ultimate joke of nature, a scourge upon Moladion that such a creature is capable of fathering life, tha this form, so perfect, so beautiful can pass this perfection onward, only further luring in those of feminine persuasion, their minds and bodies designed to seek those males who stand above others, seeking those perfect specimens within their world and indeed, there is none more perfect then Tobias, no Angel nor Demon can claim to be as he.....yet such perfection comes at the price of the body and soul, for who would allow him to cover them? To allow his fangs to hover above their neck and spine and feed as he pleases. Only Aaliyah would ever survive, only from Aaliyah will children from Tobias ever be born, for only Aaliyah cannot be harmed, his mind glitches, fractured in a way to prevent this. He is not allowed, he cannot, she is not for eating. She, only she. Until now.

Jaws part once more, another growl coiling, drowning out her own with ease as his pace quickens, long limbs eating away at the ground, closing the distance between them as he comes, fangs lunging for her throat, seeking to grasp her neck, tear it open and spill the hot liquid from inside, his form dwarfing her own as white fangs slice like blades in the dark, savaging, deadly, his form rearing back and up, aiming to force her onto her hind legs, force her to take his weight- force her to earth so he may rip into her insides and feed until her blood grows thick and sticky, yet- his jaws glance from her throat, ripped away with a savage shriek of utter outrage, paws landing pack against the earth as he recoils as if stung or blinded, hissing and spitting, horrific shrieking spilling from his lips as his twisted vocal cords, so damaged at the jaws of Heyel , rasp and rage, recoiling from the white female- dead eyes alight for the first time, reflecting...something within their depths. He turns, his circle tight, muscle bunching and gleaming beneath his pelt, growl rumbling and coiling like a caged creature before he launches again, his lunge a streak of blackened lightning, devastating in it’s accuracy, blinding in it’s speed, yet once more he slams against a shield almost invisible, jaws slicing closed with a force so shocking his fangs cut against his own gums in their savagery, his own blood marking his lips, tainting the foam that has begun to froth at his jaws as he turns again and again, circling, pacing before her, his mind ripping itself apart.

He screams as if in pain, raging, roaring in every direction for he cannot understand, mind and body- and soul, a part never before used- collide. The demons shriek and rage and drive him onward yet his body recoils, hungry, so hungry, but not, no, not her, soul, no soul. He cannot understand, his mind cannot perceive his imprint, for he does not possess this ability. He never will. His mind recoils, implodes, tearing at the inside of his skull as he howls and snarls and twists upon the earth like a creature possessed. They say attack- but he cannot, he cannot understand and perhaps this is his greatest punishment, a horrific cruelty imposed on a creature who can be stopped no other way. Damned to follow her, to obsess of her, to desire her blood like no other and yet be forever prevented from her, forever kept, tortured and twisted by whatever fragment of a soul he possesses, that tiny spore that has allowed him to father children, to feel physical sensation and to imprint- but not understand. The screeching halts with a suddenness so bizarre, his form halting, jerking as if in spasm towards her, head twisting until those dead eyes focus only on her as he stands, lathered in strings of saliva and spattering of blood all his own, standing staring and no more, simply staring, unblinking, unmoving as his mind rolls and turns within his skull, his body shut down, all action ceased in a bizarre example of his volatile nature as he stands as still and cold as death itself, his outburst having faded into nothing as his mind struggles behind his reptilian gaze.

“Come. Here. Come. Here.”

One word at a time, lips twisting, twitching, features rearranging to mimic those of another, perhaps the original speaker of the words heard long ago, his tone contorting to something lighter, higher, almost feminine in nature, his mind having sorted such words from within itself, understanding in some way that they are meant to bring her to him, mimicked from another long ago before his expression contorts again, falling blank, dead, nothing, as if he had never spoken- yet his eyes stay on her, staring, waiting........he expects her to come and she will. Or he will come to her- for the rest of her life like a nightmare in the dark.....


t o b i a s
6 years ~ Owner of Aaliyah ~ Stalker of Salem ~ Loner