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| Author: | Saaron |
| Summary: | A young warlock, Helyn Blackwood, receives some advice from her succubus. The demon convinces her of what needs to be done about Gausanders Spellbond, who they believe to have hurt Helyn's brother. |
| Rating: | M for Mature 17+ |
Arc: The Sandysappearance
The feminine voice is always just a whisper. A whisper in her head, telling her what she needs to hear.
But the voice is not in her head.
It’s right behind her, moving, whispering into an ear, and then the other. The woman both terrifies the girl and reassures her. This is the voice of someone she can trust.
“It’s been more than a year…”
“More than a year ago, he took your brother away from you.”
“He did.”
“That was all the family you had left.”
Silence.
“It was.”
Another silence.
“I’ll kill him.”
“If you kill him, you’ll never know what he did to Carden, will you?”
“What should I do, then?”
“Torture him. I’m more than willing to help with that.” The woman chuckles. “We’ll force him to tell you what he did.”
“And then…”
“And then you can kill him.”
“Can I kill him? He’s been a warlock for longer than I have. Am I strong enough?”
“You’re exceptional. It will be a breeze for you.”
“After what he did to my brother… I can’t believe the others still think he’s…”
“An innocent moron? Yes, they’re all falling for his tricks. But you haven’t. That’s why you’ve got the upper hand. He’s convinced no one’s seen through his façade, he’s letting his guard down. But you… you have your eyes wide open.”
“Isn’t his mother with the Kirin Tor? If we take him somewhere, they’ll locate him easily.”
“Haven’t you heard? They’ve got other things to worry about than a stupid warlock. The whole Alliance has. Plus, with the right Fel protections, we can hide him.”
“For how long?”
“With how strong you’ve become… For as long as we need him hidden. Don’t be so worried, sweetie. He’ll tell us everything soon enough. They all do, once you find the right kind of pain to inflict.”
“He’ll talk…”
“We will find your brother.”
“We’ll find my brother.”
Helyn Blackwood dismisses her succubus and puts on her hooded cloak. She steps out of the small cottage in Duskwood. As exits her isolated home, through the dead tree’s branches, she looks at the stars as they burn with the same anger she feels for the man who hurt her brother. The only person she cared about. The only person who still cared about her.