• Illusions book 1
    Shattered

    Desilude's body lay limp on the ground, staring up at a cold set of purple eyes. Too many times had his mentor won these fights, but this one was different. This one meant life or death. His fear suddenly anger, though at the slightest detection of movement his mentor sent a blade piercing into his shoulder.
    Overwhelming pain shot through him, the wound feeling instant flame. The familier red sword, a constant searing blade.
    Desilude knew the next step, he rememered it from his training.
    Putting his hand out to stop the second blade from reaching his remaining shoulder, though to no avail, it instead was driven directly into his palm, pinning it to the gravel and encasing his entire arm in ice. Just as cold as his mentor's infuriating glare.
    "Desilude." He said calmly. "Come on, I know you can fight better than that. This should be nothing to you."
    "Don't taunt me with that bullshit Kraven!" Desilude growled angrily.
    Kraven twisted the searing blade sending even more waves of pain through Desilude.
    "Is that any way to speak to an old friend?" Kraven spoke again, the unreadable expression never leaving his face.
    "******** you!" Desilude spat back.
    Kraven slammed his foot down onto Desilude's chest, the sound of cracking indicated at least one broken rib.
    "Say what you will, you're useless right now. I hate killing helpless prey, they arn't worth the effort." He shrugged tauntingly. "Suppose I'll take pity on you for old times sake."
    "Don't bother, it wouldn't be more than an insult if you did." Desilude said narrowing his eyes.
    "Would you rather I kill you now!?" Kraven replied. It was clear that Kraven was beginning to get aggravated.
    Desilude couldn't hold back a grin, it was no easy feat to piss off his mentor.
    "You wouldn't get the chance." Desilude spoke in a humored voice. Kraven's expression was now a mix of puzzled and angered.
    Up until now, Kraven had taken extra care to avoid causing bleeding wounds, rather he'd caused burns and internal damage. All for good reason.
    Desilude, still pinned down by the dual blades, bites down on his tongue with the intention to make it bleed.
    Kraven, unaware began his lecture. A terrible habit he always had, but it makes sense to teach your formor student what exactly he did wrong. Desilude didn't feel up to listening to his mentor's ranting any longer.
    "As old as we are, we do not die. You, hundreds of years. Me, thousands. Has death forgotten about us, are we still here because we were not meant to be in the first place?" Kraven stated and questioned, not expecting an answer, Desilude didn't give him one.
    Kraven was now pacing back and forth in thought.
    As Kraven continued his ranting Desilude half listened, focusing more on the blood filling his mouth. Little by little he began to taste the blood. Desilude always hated the taste of blood, however the scent, sight, or just sensing its presence calmed him. Though it is to be expected, being born with the ability to control it.
    "This time I'll skip to the point. I have lived for what has seemed to be the beginning of time, I have watched so much pass in this world. You never stood a chance. You never will stand a chance, and you could never trick me." Kraven stopped in his tracks, setting another glare upon Desilude, yet again it began to burn into Desilude's skull infuriating him more.
    "Well." Kraven said. "Where are your smart a** comments now!?"
    Desilude showed another grin before spitting the blood at Kraven, covering his clothes and face with it.
    The blood shifted into a red metal, and stabbed through Kraven like a million blood stained needles.
    Desilude stuck his tongue out, the marks on his tongue healed completely.
    The blood now seeping from Kraven's wounds.
    Desilude manipulated the blood into and acid covering the ice that encased his arm.
    The substance melting through the ice with ease. Desilude forced his pierced palm up the frozen blade until he forced it out of the ground.
    Kraven, recovered from his ordeal with the surprise attack began to walk toward Desilude.
    The blood that had spilled on the ground quickly formed necromancy symbols, another skill Desilude had learned to rely on. Kraven had once told him this form of magic would be best suited to him, though Kraven himself had no idea the power this magic held.
    Desilude bit down on the handle of the sword and pulled the blade away from his hand, the sword defensively formed spiked edges.
    Kraven looked at the symbols, as bone walls shot from the ground taking the place of the symbols he dashed toward Desilude, Kraven knew he had to stop this now. Desilude wondered if he regretting taking him in yet, but didn't faulter in his attempt to remove the blade.
    Finally success, Desilude freed himself from the ice blade, threw it a distance away.
    He continued to rip the blade from his shoulder, it was difficult to force himself to his feet. Still exhausted from the fight before.
    Kraven's attempt was easily remadied by undead hand digging from the ground. Grabbing his legs they held him in place.
    Chained hooks shot from the bone walls and hit their target.
    Kraven now stabbed and chained, being held in the air as if he were a display of Desilude's twisted mind.
    As Desilude walked reality seemed to lose itself. Suddenly he felt as if he could no longer hld himself on his own two feet, falling to his knees he began to lose his form. He was no longer in control of his mentors fate.
    Kraven was ripped into pieces as the chains pulled at once, dug deep enough to take chunks of his body with them.
    Desilude dropped onto all fours, watching in horror at the mutilated body of the closest thing he had to a father. The demon who took him in after he'd lost his memory as a child. From the very beginning he'd been cast out by humans, and demons most of the time were only passing by. He'd had many names in his life, some hurtful, others caring. Though to hear a true name from this demon was as if that life of solitude were nothing but a nightmare.
    Desilude's illusion form has completely taken over his body. No longer were his ears and tail there, his face now resembling that of a human, rather than a fox. Attempting to hide the shadow like spikes above his fingers only ended in failure. The black feathered wings on his back while reduced in size had no means to be hidden.
    Forever trapped between his illusions.
    Desilude spread his wings and took to the sky, he had an uncontrolable need to wreak as much chaos as possible upon the sigh of kraven's blood felt he needed more.
    No more was Desilude strong enough to fight his bloodlust that had been driven back so long ago.

    To be continued.