The look that appeared for a brief flash on the man's features was perhaps more alluring to the Immortal than anything else he had said thus far. For a tick, a fraction of a moment Caelum was like her... a monster. Without hesitation she made to follow him, passing through the portal into the kitchen and then further to the room beyond.
In truth Evalin was not sure exactly what she would find when she passed across the threshold into the room that smelled of ice and a mixture of other strange scents. When the image was presented to her, however, she knew that it could never have been anything else. This scene, this picture of a man bound and cruel intentions floating in the air... it was in every way a perfect depiction of who she was, and what others expected of her. This was indeed the life of a monster, of a terrible and horrible beast that knew not love or kindness or compassion. In her heart of hearts the Immortal paused and shivered at the weight of the truth she saw written upon the walls and floor. What had this man done? She did not know and perhaps it did not even matter. Caelum wanted to know something from him, and of course it was not for Evalin to question. Still... had there always been this heaviness in her soul when faced with such things? A sense that it was wrong?
Her fingers trailed lightly over the wood of the door frame, and as Caelum looked at her she did not return the smile. Her eyes drifted up and down the man, her grip tightening and loosening on her staff several times as her heart felt heavy and she wondered... is this all there really was to her? For a very brief tick there was a deep sadness that flitted across her features, like for a moment tears threatened to show the heart of the little girl hidden deep in side. As quick as it was there though it was gone, replaced by a mask of nothingness as Evalin closed the door fully behind them both if it had not been closed before.
"This is just what I am..." She said softly, not looking at Caelum as she stepped forward, not really answering his question at all.
"Heh, this bastard couldn't break me so now he sends little girls to do is work for him? This ought to be good." the man's scars pulled tight as he sneered, spitting in their general direction.
"This is just what I am..." Evalin whispered again, stopping a few feet from the man as her cold red eyes stared down at him. She could not help the feelings inside, the twisting turmoil of ethics and morality that she had never remembered coping with before. Somehow this felt wrong, yet still the desire to do as Caelum wished grew and was slowly overpowering this weakness in her soul that belonged not in a monster like Evalin. The conflict awakened something deep, deep within. Something that had lay dorment since her arrival in Riverfall. Something ancient, cold and dark... Evalin's core shook the dust free and began to resurface as the moral dilemmas before her brought forth a familiar feeling of anger... and hate to the forefront of her mind.
The aura of unease grew around her as the Immortal stopped trying to consciously restrain it. She no longer cared, nor bothered to hide her wrongness for now that ugliness would shield her, hide her true soul from the men in the room and maybe even from herself. She had to find it again, that old her that could be cold and cruel and uncaring for that is what was demanded of her. The more she searched the colder her eyes came, the more the hate filled her as she remembered more and more of what brought her here. Fate... fate be damned for all that had occurred, for where she was and what she was... fate be damned for this man who did not realize what it was he faced.
It would feel like the air grew several degrees colder, but surely it was only in their heads. The shiver that run up Yakob's spine was surely just because of the temperature, and not the lifeless being that stood before him. His muscled tightened as he instinctively felt the need to move away from Evalin, but of course the restraints would keep that from happening.
"Well bitch what are you going to do? Just stand there? Why don't you take off a few of those layers and give old Yakob a good look at ya." He laughed, though not with quite as much fire as he pretended to have.
"Be silent. Your voice is such a nuisance." Switching her staff to her right hand Evalin walked to the block of ice that was beside the main. The fingers of her right hand ran small circles over the chilled surface of the ice, and as she did she began to concentrate upon the ring on her finger. It was a slow process, but the item created from malediction began to pull strength from the rest of her body, directing it all to gather to her right hand and arm, building more and more as the ticks went by.
"Yeah? Sorry for that, but aren't you supposed to be making me talk or something?" He laughed again, gaining a bit more of his gusto back as he looked at Caelum,
"This the best you can do horn boy?"Ten ticks. That was all it would take. Raising her right hand Evalin curled her fingers into a fist, and slammed it down onto the block of ice. Cracks erupted from the point of impact, ripping down the block until the whole structured shattered, crumbling to pieces upon the ground and scattering about them as the force of the impact sent some of the pieces hurtling away and bouncing off the walls.
"You will speak... but only when I wish to hear you." Shaking the excess ice crystals from her fingers she turned to Yakob,
"Be silent or I will begin with crushing your limbs, starting from your toes and fingers and moving to your more... delicate areas."Yakob looked like he was about to say something, but after Evalin cast a meaningful glance at his manhood his jaw snapped shut and he simply stared, the confidence beginning to slip from his features.
"Deep in the jungles of Falyndar there is a large cave in which the serpent people dwell. The caverns stretch for miles and miles beneath the earth and stone, and it was there that I met an interesting woman in the dungeons of Zinrah." She walked around to stand in front of Yakob and wrapped both hands around her staff,
"She had a curious way of torturing her victims. She would play her flute as she walked down the isles until she had selected who she wished to entertain. When she began she would make a few smaller cuts, and then sit down to play a simple melody. Cut and then play, over and over again for bells until the person was nothing but bloody ribbons and his voice so torn from screaming he could only whimper. By the time she was finished the creature would even cry in time with the music. In doing this the woman only needed to raise her flute to her lips to call terror to the eyes of those in her care, and when she played the screams began on their own."Looking back at Caelum Evalin smiled, though the gesture did not meet her dead eyes,
"In this I learned there was an art to this practice, a performance that must be put on so that those who participate never forget, and those that hear of it never wish to join. As with many things in life, true torture is an art of showmanship."Looking back at Yakob Evalin raised her staff and slammed its point a mere hairs breath from the split in his legs, and where its tip struck flames erupted and fire spread out in wide sweeping arches.
"What the petch!?" Yakob tried to scoot away from the fires, but his legs were tied to the legs of the chair, yet even so fires were spreading behind him as well until he was surrounded by a small inferno that quickly died down. In their pace was an intricate, complex weave of designs and glyphs that formed a circle about 5 feet in diameter. Four lines radiated out from the tip of Evalin's staff to the outer circle, all of these drawings were burned into the ground as blackened scorch marks.
Stepping back Evalin extended her staff to Caelum, offering it to him to hold for the moment before she turned back to Yakob.
"Who the petch are you?" his eyes were wide as he pulled at his restraints as Evalin came closer.
Leaning down Evalin gripped the man's wrists where they were tied,
"I told you to be silent. Snapper... Restrain his tongue. Crusher my dear, bind his body more firmly to his seat." The two snake heads lifted themselves from where they rested, ruby eyes glittering as they turned to stare at Yakob before unwinding themselves from around Evalin's neck and traveling down her arms to the man's.
"Woah, ok ok wait. Caelum, we can work something out if you jus--" his words were muffled as Snapper wrapped it's body around Yakob's neck and throat, covering his lips and only allowing a soft mumble escape. Crusher wrapped itself around the man's chest and shoulders, ensuring he would not be able pull free of the restraints. Snapper's head hovered close to Yakob's face, and with a snap of Evalin's fingers its mouth opened and long metallic fangs made themselves known to those in the room. Yakob did not take his eyes off them for long as he cast furtive glances at Caelum.
"The time for negotiations has ended child. Such was offered to you before, and you spat it back at the man who offered you mercy. Now your life is in my hands and I care not if you speak." Looking down at the ice that was crumbled beside the man's restraints Evalin waved a hand over them, and from her palm clear res flowed out and wound their way into the ice itself. Tilting and twisting her fingers like a puppeteer Evalin selected six pieces of ice that she called to float over her palm. With her other hand Evalin made a show of running her fingers over each piece, and as she did she elongated them, sharpened the edges with additional layers of ice until each one was roughly two inches in length and nearly as thick as Evalin's finger.
With a lazy flick of her hand one of the icy spikes was sent into the man's leg, and the pain in his eyes and the muffled cries of his voice sent a mixture of emotion Evalin did not care to decipher through her heart. Another was sent into his other thigh, two into his upper arms, and the last two were sent into the muscles of his chest.
"I wonder..." raising both of her hands so that Yakob could see them Evalin smiled as she sent a surge of res from her fingertips, sparks beginning to fly from them,
"When shall you regret your silence? Certainly it shall come before I finish."The sound of electricity sparking increased as Evalin leaned forward, touching the two ice spikes in the man's legs and sending a wave of it into his legs. The man's body shook, his voice caught in his throat as his hands gripped and dug into the wood. Evalin let this go for a tick or two and then released the flow, letting the man collapse as all his muscles relaxed at once and he sucked desperately for air.
Evalin let him have a few ticks to breath before reaching forward to send a wave through the spikes in his arms. His body shook once more, eyes rolling back before Evalin released the magic and let him relax once more. Yakob moaned softly, though snapper ensured the sound did not carry far as Evalin looked back at Caelum,
"You may ask whatever you like. Let him think on the answers for a time, and we will ensure his words or two." As she said this she flicked her hand and sent a spark through his chest, Yakob's body arching against his bond as this strong pulse made his vision blur and his limbs go numb.
OOCOK Evalin will continue to shock him until Caelum says otherwise, and when Caelum thinks hes good and ready he can have Evalin command snapper to let the man talk. I will follow your lead ^.^.
