Death Of A Time Mage

Death Of A Time Mage

Death Of A Time Mage:

Pain shot throughout Zero‘s entire being, forcing his body into convulsions.
Dervonte, Alphonse’s father, smiled wickedly. “Well, Zero. It would appear your time is finally up.”
He chuckled at the irony, taking in the hoarse screams that erupted from the writhing time mage’s body.
He casually approached him, connecting the end of his foot into Zero’s abdomen.
“What-have you-done?” He managed to sputter to Dervonte as another convulsion ripped a shrill cry from his lips.
A grin spread across his face as he clutched Zero’s long blonde hair in his strong fist and forced his head back, a sickening crack echoed through the room, which pleased Dervonte greatly.
In fact, he was very tempted to snap the time mage’s neck in two.
That, however, would’ve been too quick a death and he couldn’t have that could he?
No, what Dervonte had in store for Zero would be far worse and very satisfying.
He growled as Dervonte leaned closer.
“I’ve only taken your power over ice and decided to use it against you.”
“Bastard!” Zero muttered, grinding his teeth together to fight the pain.
“Watch and observe,” He chuckled, drawing a long metallic blade. “Like you have a choice.”
In one swift movement, he raised the blade and brought it down into Zero’s palm, twisting it, taking pleasure in the scream the echoed in his ears.
“Now watch.” Dervonte whispered, slowly pulling the blade from his palm and running the tip down the side of Zero’s cheek.
Zero’s eyes widened in horror as he watched the blood, deep crimson, slowly flow before turning to ice.
“Think of it this way,” Dervonte said, running his tongue across the red line on Zero’s cheek.
“You won’t bleed to death.”
“I think I’d prefer it.” Zero snarled, spitting in Dervonte’s face, which turned to ice, mid-spit.
“Now that wasn’t very nice, Zero.” He growled, slamming his face into the concrete floor.
A pain worse than any other pain Zero had felt before shot through his body, forcing him into the fetal position as large spikes of ice ripped through his back.
He dug his fingers deeply into the ground, barely flinching when he felt the nail ripping away from the tender flesh beneath them. After all, the pain he felt now, as the spikes of ice grew longer and thicker from his back felt even worse.
“Interesting,” Dervonte chuckled. “I never noticed the tattoos on your back before.”
“In fact, I have an idea.”
Raising his hand above Zero’s back, allowing one of the spikes to slice through his own palm.
A shudder spread through his body and a moan escaped his lips as the ice grew.
Then, in an instant, the ice began to withdraw back into Zero’s body.
Another scream escaped Zero’s lips, leaving his throat raw as he felt the ice returning to his battered, tired body.
When the ice was finally gone and his back healed over, Dervonte examined the many names tattooed into Zero’s back.
“Trigger-Freya-Tony-Ban-Lucifer?” He read aloud a few of the names, raising the blade to his side.
“How cute. You had your family’s names tattooed into your back.”
Dervonte dug the blade into Zero’s back, around the largest name, Trigger.
“No. Please.” Zero whispered, trying to move, but his body too fatigued.
“I’m sorry to inform you of this, but your family isn’t here for you.”
He cackled evilly as he began to carve out each name, blood crystallizing around each piece of flesh he removed.
“No!” Zero screamed, unable to hold back the tears that he’d been holding in.
“You’re going to die all alone!”
“No!” He screamed/sobbed, clawing at his face, leaving long lines of red.
Once Dervonte had finished, he lifted the blade to his lips and licked the frozen ice.
Then, searching the flesh he’d carved from Zero’s back, he lifted Trigger’s name on the blade and tossed it in front of him.
His insanity was leaving him, Zero could feel it. The pain was too severe and the thought of being alone, without family or friends-Trigger-did not improve his mental state.
Dervonte gazed at Zero’s blank, frozen gaze and smiled in satisfaction.
“My work is done. Goodbye Zero.”
He stood up, wiped the blood from his blade in Zero’s frozen hair and approached the exit.
Then with a raise of his hand, the pain flowed through Zero yet again.
Forcing a dry heave from his throat as vomit and blood covered the ground before him.
The spikes of ice returned and the room turned to ice with each scream or dry heave that escaped Zero.
The sweat that beaded on his skin, turned to ice and the tears the poured from his eyes, froze as well.
His arms, unable to support his body, gave way and he collapsed to the ground.
Unable to scream now, his voice gone, as the ice started to rip itself from his limbs.
Slowly, he reached over to clutch the piece of torn skin that read Trigger.
‘I’m sorry, Trigger, He thought.
‘Don’t get angry at me. Please, anything but anger. I can’t-I can’t hold on any longer. I love you, but I can’t anymore.”
He clutched the piece of flesh close to his chest, to his heart, as the blood in his veins froze.
His eyes glazed over and shattered into pieces of ice, along with the empty, frozen shell of his body.
The only thing the didn’t freeze, was his heart.
As the ice engulfed the room, nothing could freeze his heart because of all the passion he held for that one name, Trigger.