Chapter 524
"A pulsating red..." — Zeleskiaz said while his hues enhanced the particular red colour in its centre. Moving away from the mirror to dress once again and quickly fell back on the lady’s balcony, feeling in his body how the unknown thirst he felt for the first time after meeting her resurfaced anew... This time aware that it was not blood that it sought but love some flesh he never had enough taste.
"Cursed beast..." — He grumbled, troubled by the heat. — "Even as you throw me and push me into indulging in such pleasures I greatly desire... I’ll fight it all for our sake."
As childish an opposition as this could be, the prince growled with despise at this deity provoking him, our friend Fenrir, who against a young descendant of his friend’s blood became vastly wicked. Hence, the beast laughed gruesomely in entertainment at the hazards the prince would meet again at its taunt...
— khkh...grr... hope he fails... that eye can’t see Calla’s... yet if it hears... grahah... —
Sinister in its plot the beastly deity lurked in the consciousness of the Frotschter descendant, hoping to incite the madness of an enemy while placing hazard and inciting a couple’s mingles with its wildness.
Instinct made Zeleskiaz look above at the sky where an eye should hide thanks to the speck in his blood of the beastly divinity, and a deep breath was taken in preparation for his fall on the beloved’s balcony, taking reigns of an aura that wanted it all from her... as his everything also felt needy of what he needed patience for.
’I’ll not lose to your vicious ways, cursed dog...’ — Zeleskiaz growled in a last thought, trying to compromise his soul to the tasks at hand.
*Tap, tap* — He then called on the glass door of a lady, when the night was darker and time wanted its end to welcome the foreglow... and no answer came from the insides of the chamber... when usually it was her visage that would peek lovingly innocent from the side of a thick curtain.
"..."
*Tap... tap* — Zeleskiaz called one last time... taking a moment to listen to the silence once more.
And so, an impulse he could not prevent moved his hand to open the door; entering the lady’s chamber without staying idle and like once he witnessed from a hidden spot, Marianne’s figure was found sitting near a respectful candle... this time asleep with no book on her hand... on the seat she had been waiting his return from above.
Unlike before, when little to nothing was known about the silent woman, Zeleskiaz moved to her side, unknowingly stealthy, quiet and careful. Making no sound as if it was still a secret how much he wanted to admire the beauty of the lady... whose lovely hair decorated her mischievously elegant... framing the limbs and enhancing with its reddish brown the clear of her skin under the warm light of the humble flame.