Heart of stone

After a long thought, Cain refused to let the others see his rage, his anger unnerved him, and regretted his decision to let this woman go, therefore he brings two younger witches along with him.  They had been there to witness this woman's outright insolence- if not defiance- and would no doubt talk of it with the rest of her.  Unacceptable.  He would have to find some means of redirecting his focus.  Make it about something other than what it looked like. And what does it look like?

   This girl was becoming a liability.  She feared that the rage in him had gone permanently cold.  Not only had he killed people close to him, but he showed no remorse or contrition when came to demanding a blood sacrifice for it.  At this rate, he was fast becoming with his wrath that she could no longer play with.  Pretty to look at, but not good for much of anything else.  Certainly wasn’t the useful tool she’d been hoping for all those centuries ago.

    

Tonight he was willing to kill anyone to get at her though, and that terrifying rage was in his favor. He may have lost her, but Cain had other warlords to take his place.  It was more important than the emperor was going to take care of the little bitch.  Cain allowed himself a moment of smug satisfaction at the thought of how he would rip her apart. And who knows- maybe giving the bitch will solve the problem with him.

    Cain had never shown any interest in the servants before, so he’d never thought to waste him on them.  It had been just as easy to give the troublesome ones to his hounds.  Perhaps that had been a mistake.  Easily rectified.  He’d let the hounds play with the bitch for a few days, and test out her fears as she’d already run and hide.  If the witch survived, Cain would make some much-anticipated adjustments to his schedule.  A thrill spiraled through he fantasized about having her sufficiently under control to risk bedding her herself.  It had been so long since he’d felt the satisfaction to kill her in provided bed.  He still remembered it.  Remembered the expert touch of his hands and mouth on her body.  Of the feel of him inside her as she rode him to the peak of ecstasy.   

One night this witch decided to turn on him not just on herself but on all of her spirits as well. One by one the bitch crosses him and ends with a dark pet.   * You know who you are, you betrayed me and turned on me for no reason, and for that, she will pay with her life.  I will come at you until your dreams turn into nightmares. I will crucify you in an X-like cross, in the middle of the crossroad, where my demonic hound will slowly nip at your skin, they will feed during the high moon, and continue eating little by little until sunrise. When you die, I will revive you and continue the cycle until you are banished from this realm.* Cain made it official and made it known she is been marked for death. You know who you are blood doll, I'm coming for you.