Xlynor's POV
The dried leaves crushed beneath my feet as I walked, and with every step, more leaves fell from the trees… fresh leaves, but they died almost instantly.
My aura brought death where I wanted, and I enjoyed every part of it.
My black robe flowed with my pace, dragging across the floor as I walked toward the silver-haired girl sprawled unconscious on the ground.
Her lips had turned purple, her face pale and her hands white, as if she was dead, but she wasn't, only unconscious. It was just the effect of the hallucinations I had created in her head. Perks of being a demigod.
I towered over her like the devil, my hands crossed behind me, as a slow smirk appeared at the corner of my lips.
"Impressive. You never cease to amaze me, do you?" A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest as the image of her jumping over the balcony flashed through my mind.
Fierce. I liked when people were this fierce, not some soft weakling begging for mercy.
Fine, I was a bit impressed because of her audacity and determination, but then I was unimpressed with her decisions. Didn't she have a brain in that head of hers?
Did she possibly think she could run from me? "Stupid human." I hissed.
I bent, one knee lower than the other, my gaze focused on her.
Even though she had already passed out, her eyes were still wide open, almost as if she was glaring at me— she definitely was. "Stubborn."
I gave a small smile then closed her eyes with my palm.
"Stup!d, dvmb, id!ot and senseless." I cursed, rolling my eyes.
"You wouldn't blame her, Xlynor. I would try escaping if I was in her shoes. I mean, everyone in Dark Hound is a better option than you," Zirdow scoffed.
"That's a dumb thing to do. Escape from Dark Hound? Let alone Xlynor? You're as dumb as she." Barkow fired.
"You don't have to…"
"I would prefer if none of you spoke at all. You're not about to rave mad in my head… please." I rubbed my temple, cutting them off in the middle of their argument.
"Well, what can I say?"
"Barkow? Shut it!" I snapped.
He went silent immediately. A sigh escaped my lips as I raked my finger through my hair.
She had tried escaping, tried defying my orders, knowing I bought her, and I was meant to punish her deeply, to make her regret it or even serve her death.
But no. I gave her just hallucinations… just. Which was unlike me.
Deep down, I didn't want to kill her, but why? Was it my hate for Eryndor? If it was, then my obsession with triggering him was getting to something else, perhaps. Maybe, I'd just keep her around till whenever… she dies, maybe.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm quite sure that 'whenever' will be in a few minutes because she's definitely going to bleed out." Ethyren, the quiet but most dangerous of all my demons, suddenly spoke.
I glanced back at the human, and he was right. She had a lot of cuts and injuries on her body, plus the blood seeping from her lips.
My hallucinations had done a lot of damage to her… probably because she tried to resist so hard.
"You never speak about something as irrelevant as this." I raised a brow, but Ethyren remained mute like he wasn't the one who had just spoken.
I bit my lips, maybe I should just let her bleed out. Or maybe not. I had to keep her alive, to get what I wanted.
I hissed, cutting my wrist open with my nails, then parted her lips slightly. I hated that I had to do it. Offering my blood to a mere human.
But if I didn't, my pawn wasn't going to make it, so I had no choice.
I pushed my wrist closer to her mouth and allowed the blood to drop twice before standing straight.
"Foolish thing." I snarked, my nose scrunched up in disgust.
"And dumb too." Barkow mumbled, which I silently agreed to.
I watched as her cuts slowly began closing up and her deep injuries healed. But even at that, she was still a bloody mess with torn clothes.
I wiped off the trail of blood from her lips with my thumb.
Even though I had healed her, it was going to take a while before she woke up, probably a week, then days more before the hallucinations stopped.
My hallucinations worked that way. Worse? This was just the tip of the iceberg of what I could do. I could create worse damage even without my presence. I just needed to show the silver-haired her place.
But then, something bothered me at the back of my mind. She was human, nothing close to a werewolf, but she was able to stay conscious for hours under the effect of my hallucination.
No one, I mean, absolutely no one, had survived past forty minutes, but she went past an hour. And when I said no one, I meant werewolves.
Deep down, I could feel that she was far from being human. Maybe, that was what she was made to believe or was it pretense?
I pinched the bridge of my nose. What could she possibly be? A witch? A vampire? What exactly? How was she able to resist for that long?
I exhaled when I couldn't make out the meaning to any of it. Maybe she was human with a bit of protection here and there. I wasn't sure. But Eryndor looked like he knew. I wasn't stupid not to notice.
I lifted her off the ground with a hand, then hurled her over my shoulder.
"Escaping isn't that easy Shenka, not when I own you already." I clicked my tongue.
I could feel it, there was more and this was just the beginning… with this daring so-called human.