"Talking"

Thinking

"Dark Star Speech/ Demon Speech"

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Chapter 3: Birth of the Warden

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Her eyes darted nervously around her, her breathing shallow and quick-paced. She'd only been down at the vault for five months, and she tried to endure to the best of her abilities, but the things she'd seen…she knew her positionwithin the order was a permanent one, and asking to stop was not an option, at least given the vows she'd taken when accepting said position.

But now she simply wished she could take those vows back, and leave this accursed place to never again return. She passed a hand through her hair, pulling a strand from behind her ear and playing with it, a sort of nervous tick of hers. She tried taking calming breaths, as it had been a few days now since the last incident, and maybe the worst was over, so now she could work in relative peace; so concentrated on her breathing, she barely noticed when her eyelids became heavier until they closed, and she slept for the first time in months.

As her eyes opened, the first thing she noticed was the stench, the vile stench of the worst beverages anywhere in the Isles. Her heart quickened, eyes opening wide, the intake of light barely registering in her panic. Not again…please…please not again… tears began forming as she heard the voice again, close to her ear.

"Hello, poppet. You didn't believe I would just leave you, did you?" The voice was close to her ear, she could feel the hot breath tickling her skin as whoever it spoke. She never gathered the courage to turn around, too terrified of the implications of his words, his actions. His hands began wandering her body once more, and she shut her eyes tightly, sobbing and begging it to stop, to leave her alone.

"Leave you alone? Now why would I do that, poppet?" The voice whispered, hand slipping down her stomach, toward her groin. She had tried resisting, pulling the hand away, but that only made things worse, as she still remembered the beatings. Even if those were not real she felt every single time he struck, so now she just sat and waited for it to leave, so she could curl once again and cry. More than once she'd considered ending her life with one of the artifacts in her care, she had no way to contact the outside, her room was within the vault, meals were just pushed through the door…she was more a prisoner of the order than these dark magics.

It was then that something different occurred, just as the hand was about to again violate her, the voice seemed to scream in pain and dissipate, she could feel the hand touching her slowly unravel, and as she raised her head, both in shock and relief, she saw her savior stepping from the mist of the illusion, a warm smile upon his visage.

"Don't worry; they will not bother you as long as I'm here." He'd told her, as he stopped next to her sitting spot, just…floating there. She had a hard time believing him, even though, unlike the other voice, his had a friendly tone to it, even if it did sound, weird, to her ears. "I'm Harry" he said simply, trying to strike a conversation. "What's yours miss?"

Harry was very patient with his plan, that first they simply spoke to one another, and he could see as she slowly relaxed with his presence, and as the day was about to end, he'd told her he should let her rest and promised to be back when she woke. That was when part one of his plan was completed, she had held onto his sleeve, turning to him for the first time, ignoring his…ornaments, she asked; nearly begged in fact; that he stay, which, of course, he smiled at her and acquiesced, telling her she should sleep and he'd keep watch over her during the night.

It became kind of a routine for the two, they'd spend the day simply conversing and at night he would sit on her chair, and watch her as she slept. During those times that he pondered upon his thoughts; he'd started this plan to corrupt her into something like him when…the day came. But as he got to know her, Harry wanted something more; of course, he was still going to corrupt her to the point she would take great personal pleasure on inflicting pain; he wanted her companionship, something he'd been thinking about since his own haunting at the hands of his versions of the artifacts.

And so weeks became months, and he would drop hints every once in a while about how good it'd feel to take revenge on the very artifacts that haunted her. She seemed to entertain the thought for a while, before she would simply change the subject and ask him about something else. At this point Harry had told her almost everything about his life before he'd met the Dark Star, and it was amazing to him that she hadn't told him to leave, given everything that happened.

Exactly one year since they'd met Harry dared touch hands with her, an action that sent a jolt through his very core; a good one, of course; and she seemed to have been affected as well, as she averted her gaze momentarily with a little smile slowly spreading. At that moment he swore he'd do all in his power to make her smile more often, because beautiful as she was normally, that was the moment she'd looked the most beautiful he'd seen; and he had been gifted with the woman of his dreams back on his home world.

"So, what do you want to know about me this time?" He asked with a grin. Not the hungry, sadistic one he usually wore, but a genuine, happy one. She seemed to take a moment to think before she nodded to herself and asked him about his appearance. Harry chuckled and nodded. "Fair enough, I think."

He thought for a moment on where to begin. Should he tell her about the Dark Star? Harry kept looking into her waiting eyes, looking as him with affection he had never been shown and he relented. Maybe she didn't need to know about the Dark Star just yet, that story didn't sound like something enjoyable to talk about.

"Well you know how I'm from a world called earth, right?" At her nod he continued "well when I was around eleven, something happened and I was taken to a void, where I remained in a sort of stasis, I couldn't feel the passage of time, I didn't feel anything, actually, but I am aware that I stayed that way for many years, since when I was transferred to the world I used to get here I was…well honestly I don't even know how old I am at this point.

I was taken in by this very order, well not the same order, it was a different world but you get my point. They trained my in magic since they felt my gift for the mystical, and when they felt I was ready they placed me on the same…position as you are now. Guarding…well, guarding these things.

The moment I entered, I could have sworn there was someone else with me, because there was a woman reading a book, sitting where you are now. For years she would whisper sweet things to me, trying to seduce me in whatever capacity. I would leave the vault to sleep and upon returning she would start anew, her caresses, her whispers of never-ending love, of how she would care for me for all eternity…I don't really know how long I resisted her touch, her sweet words, but in the end I folded, we became…intimate, and then one day, after we made love, she told me she was with child, but all I did was blink in my surprise, and then she just…wasn't there. I looked for her of course, in the vault, on the order grounds, but I knew…I knew the artifacts were enjoying my suffering. They had given me what I desired from the deepest parts of my being and just…tore it away from me.

I think it was then I broke, and I started studying every single one of my…wards. I wanted to know what they did, how they worked, everything. And after some years I started my revenge. I inflicted on them the pain I felt inside, I wanted them to know I held their fates in my hands, and that….death, if these things can even die, was too easy.

So I relished on their suffering, I tore nearly all pages from a living book, able to feel the pain of its pages tearing, and then I'd reattach them, just so I could do it all again. I learned of the mirror with the memories of an ancient mage, and I had my fun as I scratched at the surface of the mirror, leaving him in complete darkness…just so I could repair the mirror and start all over again…"

He saw the talk made her uncomfortable, and decided to just…skip to the end, because if these shook her, he really wasn't going to tell her about the warlock he flayed for sport.

"Years went by, and I became distant to the surface, my skin grew pale…well, paler. And then one day, as I was…playing, the earth shook, and a mist entered what I came to consider my lair. It killed everything that lived, and tried to do the same to me. I obviously survived, but it changed me, as you can see."

The story created something of a rift between them, and Harry had to work hard to regain her trust, as she thought he was just either going to leave her eventually like the vision did to him, or he was playing with her before he…really began hurting her. He knew in his heart he'd never touch a hair of hers with the intent to harm her but he gave her the space she requested, still looking after her, protecting her with his magic so the artifacts couldn't disturb her anymore.

He noticed that she would steal glances toward him, her cheeks would color and her eyes would go back to the book in her grasp, but no words were exchanged between them; this went one for a long time, for Harry it honestly felt like an eternity; but eventually she turned to him, a smile on her face.

"You don't use my name much. Why?" It was a simple question but he actually stopped short when trying to answer. He honestly didn't know, because he thought her name was beautiful. Kayle watched him as he thought, and a grin spread as he shook his head. And idea forming in his head, he just hoped it didn't fuck everything up for good.

"I honestly have no idea, Kayle. I love the name." She blushed again and turned from him, but instead of the uncomfortable silence they had before, she spun again to him, eyes narrowed, but he beat her to the punch. Before she could speak, Harry leaned in close, a wicked smirk on his face. "Do you like it when I say your name, Kayle?"

Her whole face became red with embarrassment, and she sputtered some incoherent words before she turned from him, although he could see the smile on her face again. Okay…so it didn't fuck things up. He let her have a moment, and pretending to not have seen the smile on her face he tilted his head so he could have a better view of her face again.

They stared at each other for a moment before Kayle just got up and went to her bed, face still reddened. For a moment he thought maybe he had fucked up after all, but as she lay there, her back to him, he hear her whisper the answer to his question. She did like it when he spoke her name. He grinned, eyes alight; not that she would ever see that joyous moment, of course; and proceeded to keep watch over her, like he always had.

It had been many years later, and he really didn't know how much time had passed, when he'd finally kissed her, and they started growing closer still. He began caressing her face just because he felt like it and it didn't drive her away, instead she'd lean to his touch and her smile would light up the darkest pits of the void, he would pass his hand lovingly through her golden locks when she when to bed, humming a toneless tune for her to sleep before returning to his watch duty.

And finally, she had started taking his advice, and out of curiosity, she took her own version of the living book and ripped a few pages. He watched her, not daring to breath, simply taking pleasure from the suffering he felt radiating from the book as she did so, and after a minute without saying a think, another page was ripped away, and another, and another. He laughed then; cruelly, as she seemingly took a liking to it, stopping short from taking away the very last page before restoring the book and starting over. He was going to love watching her work.

Harry opened his eyes; he didn't need to sleep, but that didn't mean he couldn't; feeling the welcome weight of Kayle's presence on his chest, a smile appearing on his face. He turned his head from her for a moment, to look at the whimpering warlock, who'd cemented Kayle's corruption and their ultimate union. She'd been reluctant at first, when the man was put in her care by the order, but as the days went on, and she watched him work his magic on the immortal male, he noticed she would come closer and closer to him as he worked. It took a few weeks, but she started participating in the torture, little things at first, as he peeled the skin from the man's flesh, she would grind the chains against the wound, making the man cry out even higher in his pain.

Then she started peeling the skin from his bones herself, and Harry simply watched, his hands circling her waist lovingly as she did so. Some more weeks later and he'd suggest something for them to do together to the man, and giving her a hook, not unlike his own, they each hooked a side of the man's torso, and as he screamed for them to stop, they pulled. The sound of the man's flesh being torn and bones breaking had been so pleasurable Harry couldn't hold himself, and he ravaged Kayle moments later, a sentiment that was apparently reciprocated, as she attacked his lips much as he did hers.

Their intimacy was the last step in a ritual of sorts that would bind them to each other, which means that as long as he lived, she could not die. The ritual was one of many things he learned while studied under his version of the order, and was one of the few magics he had bothered to search for on his own. At first he wanted servants to help him feed and grow in power, but this use was better. Now she wouldn't die when destruction hit, though he wondered how she'd look once the mist had its way with her.

He got up, slowly so she wouldn't wake, and dressed up, walking around the vault, allowing his chains to drag through the floor, making the warlock whimper and cry louder. Harry stopped walking and turned to the man, a cruel smile on his face as he took hold of the chain holding his hook and spun it, deciding he wanted to use the man for target practice. He threw the hook once, hitting the man; who Kayle had the idea to maintain standing, so they had better access to every part of him; on the thigh. Harry sighed with his poor aim, he had wanted to hit the man on the chest, but mayhap he underplayed the strength necessary.

He pulled, ripping the hook from the man's leg, and he started preparing it for another throw. He kept at it for some time, until he was satisfied with the success ratio of his throws; of a hundred attempts, he'd hit seventy exactly where he intended to; and Kayle woke up, walking to him sensually with a wicked grin of her own.

"You're up early." She wrapped her arms around his chest, making him smile at the familiar touch. He looked from the warlock he'd been tormenting for some time now toward the woman he was pretty sure; if he had any clue to what the word meant; he loved. She was already aware of the destruction that came to his world by means of the mist, but he wasn't sure if it would happen on this version as well, despite all evidence pointing to an affirmative, he didn't want to worry her unless he was sure, but he also didn't lie to her if he could help it.

"Remember the destruction I told you about? That changed me? Well, given how long we had our little guest here" He patted the warlock on his head forcefully. "I believe it's safe to say it should happen soon here too." As he finished, as if summoned, the ground shook beneath them, and the door was nearly thrown off its hinges as it opened with the strength of the impact, and in swooped the green mist, slowly but surely making its way toward them, killing everything else that held life on its way. Harry chuckled as he turned toward Kayle and opened his arms, wanting to hold her during the process she was about to go through, and the woman turned her gaze upward to him and smirked; he'd been the cuddly one between them, but he couldn't help it, once he got used to them, he just loved hugs and affection in general; accepting his affection, closing her eyes as the green wave of death touched her, not killing her as her soul was bound with his, and he couldn't really die thanks to the Dark Star.

Unlike him, Kayle never was beaten almost daily growing up, she wasn't used to the pain, nor did she become a masochist due to, well, losing her mind; sadist, yes, even more so than Harry; so he tightened his hold on her as she screamed and shook as her body changed to its very core. He knew then he wanted payback for her suffering; he hadn't accounted to it being this great, since he took pleasure in it when it happened to him instead of actually feeling it; and an idea came to his head. The mist had created his new body, so maybe he could somehow consume it, so he could use it as he desired?

Kayle's shaking subsided and she slumped in his arms, the mist receding toward the door. Harry wanted to go after it, but he wasn't about to leave his Kayle just to satiate his curiosity, there was a chance he'd fail in his experiment, anyway. The woman groaned after a moment of quiet, blinking her eyes owlishly, and Harry noticed the first big change then, her eyes, once sky blue, had become a shade of green much like his own, and glowed in the same intensity.

She pulled away slowly, trying to assure him she was fine, and he took the moment to inspect what other changes there were to her appearance. Her hair was the first thing that caught his eye. Before she'd have the purest golden hair, and now her hair flowed like fire, glowing a vibrant green color. Her attire had become pretty much like his, since she used robes from the same order he used to serve. The only real changes he could see were that, where his coat was opened leaving his torso exposed, hers was closed with the bones serving as something of a protection, forming a big X just over her abdomen. He also noted that the chains hadn't melded to her skin, instead entering one of the skulls on her waist.

The other really big change to her attire was that, whereas he only had the hook, for some reason she had something like a lamp on her left hand, glowing a bright green and one lonely wisp resided inside, and Harry could hear the lamentations coming from it. It took him a moment but he understood that, the wisp inside the lamp was in fact the warlock they were working on for the past years, lamenting his eternal torment at the hands of Kayle, and he had to be honest, the thought made him shiver with desire for his companion.

His attention then moved to her face, and he saw that her skin had become ashen white, like his own, from her nose up, Kayle's face was covered by a mask, he couldn't really tell what it was supposed to represent, but he knew it wasn't a human skull, as the teeth were sharp and the mask extended into braid-like bones with small hooks at the tip. Her jaw was also covered by the mask, maybe it was the lower part of it, and there was nothing much about that specific part, except that again the teeth were sharp, nothing like a human skull.

"You okay?" He asked, concern for her evident in his tone, and she smiled up at him, nodding. Harry nodded back, before he kissed her lightly, and turned around, to check the outside and see what he could do about consuming the mist.

AN: Another chapter, woot \o

Anyway, this chapter sees the femthresh's transformation and next chapter shit's going to go down. For now though I'm going to say that I'm changing this from the planned single pairing to a Harry/Multi mostly for the fun around corruption more of LoL's women, so give me ideas who you'd like to see become a sadistic monster and we'll see about adding them. Don't you just love it when I change things out of the blue like that? No? Well I do '-'

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