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ear.
A shiver past through the golden body as Kev pressed
himself tightly to his backside. Danvos pulled the leather
binding from his hair and gracefully lowered himself to his
knees. Kev's hands spread it out, laying it on the shoulders.
The sheen of tears was visible on the skin but there was a iron
gaze captured the blue eyed in the mirror. "In the morning I
ride away on a mission of great importance, but tonight you
are mine. You're only worry is to please me."
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Yes, Master."
Kev bent over and held Danvos chin with one hand. He
raised it up and brushed the other along the rent boy s jaw
line. "Your Mistress has been too lenient with you. Make
sure that I don't regret my choice, my northern beauty."
"Yes Master." Danvos turned kissing Kev s palm gently
before lowering himself to his Master s boots.
Kev lay awake in the dim light of the moon, the golden
man laid pressed tight to his side. His own flesh glistened
with the gold paint. His fingers stroked the silky hair. It had
been sweet and savoury. He had thought having the Dark
Lord in him last eve was enough, but having this golden body
was something that couldn't be sated. The way he had cried
out at the peak was forever burnt into his memory.
{You have done well, he rests} Kev stiffened as the voice
of darkness filled his mind, {You haven't forgotten your
heritage as well as you thought.}
"Leave us alone."
The laughter that rumbled through his mind made his hair
on his neck stand on end. {And you fall back into that role
easily, Lord Espys}
"What do you want."
{I hunger.}
"Shouldn't you tell this to Danny"
{My Chosen will have other concerns to occupy his time.
You are his Shield, my secondary feeding is now your duty. I
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will accept the blood of a newborn calf...fill a bucket and
bring it to the alter.}
Kev shuttered.
{You have not killed before Shield, but you will soon be
doing enough of it that it will no longer bother you. Blood
my alter before the moon reaches it's zenith. I will attend you
there.}
Danny slumbered on when Kev eased himself from the
bed. The night's air was cool and crisp to the lungs. The
calf's struggles as Kev forced a blade across the throat made
him ill. The filling of the bucket, the hot spray on his face
and hands made his stomach lose the meal he had eaten. His
muscles ached with the heaving, but he carried the hot bucket
of blood up into the tower. He tried not to think of how the
blood was drying tight on his skin.
A black dagger appeared on the centre of the alter. The
chains that held murderers were lying on the black floor a
reminder of the Illumination's attack. {Take the dagger.}
The hilt was cool to the touch.
{Pour the blood on the alter}
The deep red liquid was sucked into the stone. Kev fully
expected to get drenched with the spill and had tightened his
lips to keep from retching in the heart of the Tower.
{Add your offering. Cut your wrist and set it on the
alter}
Kev bit back a scream of pain as the blood was wrenched
from his wrist, his knees dropped out from under him and he
listed sideways, but the powerful sucking at his opened vein
made him hang there suspended by that one wrist. His body
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shuttered as power ripped through him. His sleeping organ
stirred to life and spewed its seed as the feeding continued.
Then it ceased. Kev hit the black stone floor hard, his head
slamming into the corner of the alter. The power drained
away leaving behind a new sensation...something in him had
been reborn. His body aching, he cradled his wrist to his
body as he forced himself to sit up.
Blackness swirled around the enclosed room then
morphed into a man's form of solid black.
{There is something rich about the blood of a nobelman.
My Chosen's offering is pure, but yours is sweet.} Kev
shivered as the solid hand lifted his chin. {I have a gift for
you, Shield}
The black alter groaned as the Darkness pushed it
backwards, revealing a hidden cache beneath it. The
torchlight did little to illuminate what was inside. The iron
chest rose up from the cache and settled beside Kev's still
shuddering body then the alter moved back in place. The lock
on the front was closed with rust but the Darkness past a hand
over it and it fell to the floor in pieces. Inside was armour, so
black that it absorbed all the light that hit it - chain mail,
greaves, bracers, helm, circular shield and the hilt of a sword
trapped in black leather scabbard.
"The Illumination will be able to track me."
{All you see is a metalworker's art except for this} The
Darkness picked up the sword. {This is as old as I. She
serves her masters well but her demands are as great as my
own. Galbraith learned that lesson too late. When she
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advises, you heed her. When she hungers, you feed her.
When she sleeps, guard her.}
The sound of the metal clearing the scabbard was liken to
thunder, Kev could feel it deep in his chest. The sword's
feminine voice sang piercingly in his head. His hands lifted
to cover his ears uselessly. The rage that ripped through him
was nothing like he had ever felt before but it wasn't his.
Denias - that was her name. She was in a fury because she
had been trapped beneath the alter for centuries, and then her
hunger hit him.
{No, my little sister. He is your new servant...give him
time to recover from my feeding and he will see to yours.}
"Why are you giving me her?
{Kegsetter is a soldier, a tactical thinker. My Chosen is a
Protector and Healer. You are a trained scholar but that is not
your true calling - you are the Warrior, you are the healer's
shield and arm.}
"I know nothing about fighting..."
{Denias will guide and serve you as long as you care and
feed her. Give her the flesh of the calf, the blood she needs
will drawn from that. Guard him well, little sister.} The
naked blade was laid into Kev's hands; the heat of the hilt was
like that of a person.
The sword's hunger was so strong; Kev reeled from it.
The Darkness sank back into the alter leaving the black room
nothing but that...a room. The ache in his wrist made me look
down fully expecting to see the wide jagged gash there, but
there was nothing - not even a faint white line of a healed
scar. He picked up the scabbard and tried to set the point to
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the slit but the sword, Denias fought his arm. The hunger
beat at him again. He felt like a weak child as he carried the
naked blade through the silent Tower.
When he returned to the bedchamber, the light of the
moon had waned to a mere sliver. His hair hung in wet locks
from the standing wash he took in the stable. There was little
left of the calf...a bloodless hide and yellow bones when
Denias was finished easing her centuries old hunger. The
blade of the sword gleamed silver bright when the sensation
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