Dark and Tainted. Pure and Untainted

DARKALDIE

Pure. Untainted.

Those two words had kicked into my head the moment my gaze had set upon her, the moment her didn't had filled my nostrils.

The white priestess robe she wore, clean and almost dazzling with too much pureness for my presence. And yet her scent seemed so fucking pure too, so untainted.

I couldn't take my gaze off her. I should have kept my eyes on the bastard as his body exploded. I should have kept that memory stored in my head but I had kept my eyes on her instead.

Her grief stricken face, the fear and horror on her face, her slightly parted lips that trembled every second. Every single bit of her facial expression had just seemed too addictive for me to look away from.

"Beast" She sobbed out the word, her trembling lips finally giving way to say a word.

That was the first word she said to me. Trembling, cracking voice.

And I had not even the tiniest idea why I immediately noted that word in my head. Not just noted, kind of treasured that single word.

Being called a Beast had always been a pleasure but being called one by this pretty priestess in front of me was even peak pleasure to me, for no particular reason.

I let down my hand and took a step forward to her. She choked out a cry, taking a staggering step back.

"Stay away from me..." She cried out but I just took another lazy step towards her.

I couldn't tell what it was exactly about her that intrigued me but I knew something about her did. Perhaps it was the green of her scared eyes or her hazel hair or perhaps it was just the fear she held onto so tightly.

The last would make sense after all I loved the look and smell of fear. But this was slightly more. No, probably way more.

"Get away from me!" She cried out, finally finding her voice in a yell.

I reached my left hand to her as her back hit the wall and my hand wrapped around her neck, loosely but she acted like I was choking the life out of her already.

"Ki... Kill me, then. Get your filthy hands away from me and kill me" She stuttered out.

"Kill you? I certainly should kill you. That is the only fair thing to do seeing you were trying to help your lovely king escape..." Her neck and the collar of her robe was now bloodied by my hand.

"But I won't be. That would be a waste, after all. I need a priestess to crown me king, don't I?" I moved my face closer to hers and she shrieked fearfully, trying to cower but not daring to do so for fear of me tightening my grip.

There was a small bit of blood on her cheek, staining her pretty cheek. I brought my face even closer and eased my tongue to her face, licking off the tiny bit of blood.

I pulled back a few inches and spat out the blood.

"The bastard's blood tastes bitter. His flesh is certainly not very edible too..."

She stared at me like I was crazy to say those words but the way her pupils dilated with the tears in them just made my head spin in an unfamiliar fashion.

This priestess, scared and teary was going to get me hard.

"Your majesty" Arlan's voice came from behind and I was quite glad he did.

I stepped back from the pretty priestess, taking in another full view of her.

By the time I had taken three or four lazy steps back, Arlan was standing by me.

"Should I get rid of her for your majesty?" He asked, passing a lit pipe to me.

I took the pipe to my lips, my gaze still on her and took a long drag.

"Lock her up in the prince room." I ordered.

"Yes, your majesty. Tied up?"

With a low groan, I turned my gaze from her to Arlan.

"Locked. Up." I took the words one after the other, a small grit accompanying the words.

"Taken." He left my side and hurried towards her.

"When you are done, pull these bits of flesh together, burn it and you can smoke it with the others."

A grin appeared on Arlan's face.

"Thank you, your majesty."

I turned and walked away, hearing not a cry from her as Arlan carried her and hurried past me to go lock her up. She was on his shoulders and her eyes met with mine as she was hurdled away.

Disgust. Hatred.

Those two things were evident in her eyes and I knew it so well because I had seen that look in the eyes of thousands and millions. Yet, no look of disgust and hatred had ever looked so beautiful and so pretty.

My lips curled up in a smirk as she was taken out of my viewpoint.

I stopped in my tracks and glanced back at the bloodied walls.

I had sworn to the bastard that I wouldn't leave enough flesh for him to be buried with and looking at the tiny scrapes of flesh all about, it didn't so much look like there was much for him to be buried with.

And by the time Arlan and the guys were done smoking his ashes, there would be completely nothing left of him.

*

"You locked a girl up alive?"

"Would there be a need to lock her up if she was dead?" I gulped down water from the bottle and dumped the remaining liquid in the bottle on a picture that laid on the table.

"I am just quite astonished you'd spare someone who was with King... Is there any reason behind this? Well, any other reason behind the very obvious fact that you clearly want to get to fuck her?" He questioned and I glanced over at him.

"Another reason..." I mused, leaning back a little.

"I like how pure she looks but I liked it better when she got tainted so that is exactly what I want to do to her. Taint her. Only slightly, to the point where she isn't so priestly pure and yet isn't deeply tainted..."

"So you are a little more than attracted to her?"

"My instincts never miss." I let the bottle down to the floor.

"There's something about her that I want and what it is, I do not know yet but I will find it and I will get it."

"Uhm... And when will that be, your majesty? The idea was that we return tomorrow morning." He reminded and I turned away, moving towards the portraits that lined up the wall.

"Ideas changed." I stopped in front of the portrait of the now late king.

"I would like to be crowned king of this land..."

"King? Of this place? We have plundered the place so bad, they won't be able to stand in ten years. It's useless to be king of this..."

A sharp gaze from me shut him up.

"I apologise, your majesty."

I let my brows ease and my gaze soften with his apology.

"I was just wondering about what the reason behind this change could be." He maintained his curiosity and on usual days, I would have satisfied his curiosity but I could not because I could not satisfy mine too at the moment. I had no exact reason behind this change of mind but there was an image behind it.

That little priestess, trembling, fingers shaking and lips quivering with her tainted white dress. She was the image behind this change of mind.

"I shall be crowned before we leave. That would be the worst humiliation to the fucker in his afterlife." I reached for the portrait and let it down to the floor.

"And isn't it their rite to have a priestess do the crowning?" I questioned.

"Yes, it is..."

"Good. We have just the right person for this task."