Part 20
Moonlight cascaded through the open portico, flooding the studio with an eerie glow; a lance through the darkness where dustmotes twirled like fairies in the swath of brilliance. They seemed drawn towards the pedestal which lay bathed in light at the center of the room, as did the unnatural emerald eyes which shone like fireflies from the shadows beyond the pool of moonlight.
The object of all this attention shone with its own unearthly glow, a sculpture of unsurpassed beauty whose pure marbled surface captured in exquisite detail the perfection of her form, frozen forever in time by the hands of a master.
Illestra, his mother. His Goddess.
It was his masterpiece.
Slowly, quietly a rumble grew in the shadows, a low, animalistic growl, like the sound of thunder across a frozen sea. Rising to a crescendo of rage and pain, it shattered the moonlit silence as he exploded into the light.
The statue disintegrated at his backhanded blow, erupting in a cloud of dust and fragments even as the bones in his hand splintered under the impact. His chest heaving with rage, he stood in the dust as it swirled about him, barely feeling the bones resetting themselves within his mangled hand. He took no notice as the chunks of marble skittered across the floor, the sound of his undead heart pounding within his chest driving out all else, propelling what little blood remained throughout his veins. With each beat, the rage grew and twisted within him, as if his very blood was poisoned by it, infusing his body with an agony he could no longer bear. Something within him cried out, lamenting his loss... but it drowned and was lost in a frenzied sea of crimson.
She had abandoned him. Betrayed him! She had promised him FOREVER...
...and then left him to suffer. Alone.
He hated her.
Seething with anger and bloodlust, he fled into the night, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye, his past forgotten like so many chunks of marble scattered across a moonlit floor.
The object of all this attention shone with its own unearthly glow, a sculpture of unsurpassed beauty whose pure marbled surface captured in exquisite detail the perfection of her form, frozen forever in time by the hands of a master.
Illestra, his mother. His Goddess.
It was his masterpiece.
Slowly, quietly a rumble grew in the shadows, a low, animalistic growl, like the sound of thunder across a frozen sea. Rising to a crescendo of rage and pain, it shattered the moonlit silence as he exploded into the light.
The statue disintegrated at his backhanded blow, erupting in a cloud of dust and fragments even as the bones in his hand splintered under the impact. His chest heaving with rage, he stood in the dust as it swirled about him, barely feeling the bones resetting themselves within his mangled hand. He took no notice as the chunks of marble skittered across the floor, the sound of his undead heart pounding within his chest driving out all else, propelling what little blood remained throughout his veins. With each beat, the rage grew and twisted within him, as if his very blood was poisoned by it, infusing his body with an agony he could no longer bear. Something within him cried out, lamenting his loss... but it drowned and was lost in a frenzied sea of crimson.
She had abandoned him. Betrayed him! She had promised him FOREVER...
...and then left him to suffer. Alone.
He hated her.
Seething with anger and bloodlust, he fled into the night, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye, his past forgotten like so many chunks of marble scattered across a moonlit floor.
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