Zetha Alcor List
002. Crazy
Characters: Alberich
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Not very gentle scenes ahead. Not proofread.
They said he’d lost all sanity. They had also said the House of Megrez was doomed. Alberich had just laughed at them and had forgotten about them all. Nobody knew him, and even when his own servants were spreading the rumours about him, Alberich simply shrugged and let it go.
His time would arrive soon.
The man was walking around the big room in the manor for the thousandth time that evening. The events of the day were repeating themselves before his eyes as if in a movie. One action after the next, he could see the waves of the Asgardian ocean grow tall and crash against the rocks that guarded the sacred places and the earth. Over and over, he would see his own mother covered with blood as she pierced his father’s flesh more times than he’d been able to count.
On that night, the Megrez family suffered a loss, nobody knew about. Not a soul had been witness and when his mother had come to the table to have dinner with him, Alberich had conversed and answered to her every single query. Lady Megrez had even talked about his future, and how he should’ve been instructed to finally be the new Lord of the Megrez Household.
Alberich had not been moved by her mother’s words. Being only an adolescent granted him the curiosity of what is unknown and appealing. Whatever words his mother had been saying meant nothing to him at the moment. The thrill of the knowledge he wanted to acquire made him shiver.
A few nights later, he received answer to his requests. His personal service had finally gathered that which he’d asked for and the emotions showed in his face, scaring the others as they gave him the news.
Down and deep into the dungeons Alberich walked. There, in the well-light catacomb-like room, Alberich rejoiced in the sight before him. The woman was sprawled on the table, naked and drunk in her own fear. He could smell the stench of her urine as she had loosened her sphincter in despair. It just increased his lust for her. He meant not to bed her. Nothing so beyond reality, but as he folded the sleeves of his shirt and walked closer to her, he made it clear for the others that his desire relied not in the woman’s body as a sexual object, but as a torture pet. Alberich knew at that very moment that he was to enjoy her screams and the sight of her blood abandoning her body more than he’d ever enjoyed anything before.
“Leave us.” He ordered, his smile broadening as the footsteps faded away.
Lady Alberich had followed them, and as soon as the servants saw her walking securely to the place, they bowed and let her be. If the son was twisted, the mother was wicked. They said nothing, and made their way to the upper rooms. The masters should be left alone. The woman observed every movement of her son; and loved how he so neatly broke the woman’s flesh; savouring her screams of pain. Delicious to her ears and magnificent to her ego. Not a single stain of blood tainting Alberich’s hands.
For now.
Ariadne, June 24, 2007