The Black Tower
“It was maddening to be locked in that mortal shell, forced to watch but not act. Helpless.
As helpless as a prisoner bound to a stone.
Forty days of rape and torture. Unending agony, hurt upon hurt. How could one creature live through so much pain?
Ijanna sat upon the throne, and watched. The iron at her back seemed to grip her, and she felt as though the flesh would peel from her bones if she tried to move away. Ice ran through her veins, her heart pounded furiously against he...r ribs, and her breaths ached like knives pushed into her chest. Ijanna’s mind coursed with memories that weren’t hers, memories of the Turn of Night. She saw the Stone of Pain and felt Nazarathos’ claws rake against her flesh. His forked black tongue slithered across her skin like a bloody worm. She saw the world, but not as she knew it. Farmers, villagers, soldiers, diplomats, murderers, animals, monarchs, beggars, cities, streams, forests, deserts, tundras, oceans, seas, but all of it was wrong. Tainted. Darkness ebbed from the pores of reality, creeping jet that wound up from the very bowels of the earth to wrap like tentacles around everything and everyone. It was his touch, his grip, a plague upon Malzaria. Things aren’t supposed to be this way.MoreLess
As helpless as a prisoner bound to a stone.
Forty days of rape and torture. Unending agony, hurt upon hurt. How could one creature live through so much pain?
Ijanna sat upon the throne, and watched. The iron at her back seemed to grip her, and she felt as though the flesh would peel from her bones if she tried to move away. Ice ran through her veins, her heart pounded furiously against he...r ribs, and her breaths ached like knives pushed into her chest. Ijanna’s mind coursed with memories that weren’t hers, memories of the Turn of Night. She saw the Stone of Pain and felt Nazarathos’ claws rake against her flesh. His forked black tongue slithered across her skin like a bloody worm. She saw the world, but not as she knew it. Farmers, villagers, soldiers, diplomats, murderers, animals, monarchs, beggars, cities, streams, forests, deserts, tundras, oceans, seas, but all of it was wrong. Tainted. Darkness ebbed from the pores of reality, creeping jet that wound up from the very bowels of the earth to wrap like tentacles around everything and everyone. It was his touch, his grip, a plague upon Malzaria. Things aren’t supposed to be this way.MoreLess
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