Nightmare 4th part.

Rating NC-17 due to violence. Lots of it. 

Zhyan answered her kiss. Her hunger soon overwhelmed him making his head swirl again. He wanted to be free to grab her, to hold and love her. But something cold touched his mind making him stop. The girl kept kissing him long and deeply.

  Behind her, Darrien stirred and moaned slightly. The priestess kissed Zhyan one last time and walked back to the sacrificial stone. Once at the insane archangel�s side, her hand touched his chest. Darrien�s eyes fluttered and were slightly open. 

  �Darrien wanted to control me, to use me.� There was an ice grin on her face. �I have a use for Darrien.� She grabbed the prisoner�s chin with her hand and examined his eyes.

  �I was just waiting for you to be awake.� She said to the insane one.

  Zhyan watched how slowly she retrieved her blade and moved it on Darrien�s flesh, leaving red marks to trace its path wherever it touched.

  �Spark?� He said, still groggy �He is a deikindrian, you can not kill him. Only a god or another deikindrian could do that... I...� He was panting.

  �I do not want to kill him,� she answered, licking her lips hungrily. �I do not need his life, only his blood!�

   With a sudden movement, her right hand plunged the blade into Darrien�s chest. The sharp knife was large enough to pass to the other side of the victim's body, cutting through flesh and cartilage with ease. When the knife withdrew from him, Darrien emitted a faint grunt.  He could feel the air escaping from his lungs and his blood running down to the stone. Carved canals conducted the blood to a hole on the structure and from it in to a special bowl. Darrien struggled to stay awake, but his attempts were weak as the vital fluid ran away from his wheezling body.

  With great glee, the woman  took a small cup from a nearby table, submerged it in the gathered red substance. She carried it to where Zhyan was. She introduced one finger on it and slowly licked the blood from it.

  �This is what freed me of his control.� She soaked the finger again and drew bizarre symbols on Zhyan�s chest, who shivered astonished. �Your blood on my blade made me strong enough. Now his blood will do the same for my master.�

  �Your master?� Now Zhyan was really scared.

  �My Lord Tezcatlipoca, who wishes to extend his realm.� She said, biting her lower lip while she drew on his chest. �He will be your Lord as well. He will give you to me. Together we will massacre Third Earth in his name.� She lifted her head and kissed him lightly.

  Darrien watched and listened it all. He focused his energy to mend his wound and recover his strength.

  ::No, pretty one� you will not do that:: he silently prepared a spell to melt his binds while Spark was so obviously busy. ::I will get what was offered to me!! What is rightfully mine...::

  Zhyan trembled under her touch.

  �But Spark, why is this�? � He asked shaking the chains once more.

  �I don�t want Zhyan to interfere, not until I am ready for him." She interrupter him "My Lord needs blood and he does not care whose. He�� she said, indicating Darrien with a disdainful gesture of her head, �wanted you to provide it" She ran her light fingers over his chest. �Of course I had other plans.�

  �I won�t interfere.� Zhyan said. He had to find out what was really going on. �Tell me more, please.� He smiled at her when she looked him to the eyes.

  She blinked several times, before trying to finish the blood pattern on his skin. �You might not like it if I tell you now. No. I won't tell you, not until my Lord is here."

  Zhyan tried to give an impression of defenseless at her eyes. He shook the chains again.

  "What could I do now if you told me?" He whispered, attempting to convince her.

  "Nothing at all, boy!" 

  Spark turned swiftly. Zhyan looked beyond the aztec girl and saw Darrien standing in front of them. His skin showed the red mark where Spark�s blade had struck. His skin was pale and his body was trembling. His wrists were sore from the ties that had held him prisoner on the sacrificial monolith.

  "How?" Spark yelled and dropped the cup with blood. It fell and its content was splattered on the floor and on the her legs. Darrien�s eyes were ablaze.

  "He melt them." Zhyan answered, starting his own spell to be free.

  "I will get my reward, woman." Darrien walked slowly towards Spark. "Do you think all I have done was for nothing?"

  Spark moved fast to get her blade, forgotten on a table. She grabbed it and attacked the archangel muttering a prayer.

Zhyan tried to break the chains when he saw how Darrien easily avoided the attack, grabbed her wrist and squeezed it forcing her to drop the blade. He striked her face with the back of his hand. Zhyan snarled in anger, his fists emitted a dim glow and the chains slowly turned red. Too slow.

  Spark laid on the cold stoned floor and Darrien walked towards the bowl where she had collected his blood. Spark saw it and stood up rushing to stand on his path, trying to stop him.

  "You will not touch the offering!" She said and shielded the bowl with her body. 

Mumbling in the ancient language of her ancestors, she invoked her Lord. An eerie mist emanated from the monolith and floated toward the bowl.

  Zhyan felt his body get warmer as if some one had reverted his spell against him. But it was the marks on his skin the ones getting warmer. The blood on the bowl turned dark and a white cloud rose from it, mixing with the mist that moved to reach it. But the spell he casted was still working.

  Chanting another spell, Spark�s body divided and soon several aztec women surrounded the insane angel who laughed.

  "Do you really think I can be stopped with such pitiful magic?" Darrien grabbed one of the girls and instantly the others jumped against him, slowing him down. It allowed one of them to pick the blade up. 

Placing his hands on the head of two girls, Darrien released small spheres of energy. The doubles disappeared within his grasp. Turning around he noticed his rival, Zhyan, had already melt the chains of his arms and was working on his lower limbs. Laughing maniacally, he sent a bigger sphere of energy against him who, unable to move, received it fully on his chest and was knocked against the wall, stunned.

  "I will be with you in a moment, Zhy. Let me take care of this Godling thing first." Darrien continued blasting priestesses away, panting heavily. He walked closer to the thickening mist and the blood it was feeding on.

  "I did the job!" He claimed. "I want what was offered to me!!" He turned in time to grasp the two remaining aztecs who were attacking him.

He blasted one of them away and took the knife from the hand of the other, throwing it out of reach.

  "You think it was easy? I spent three weeks within a pixie! a pixie! Measuring and observing all." He grabbed Spark by the neck and lifted her up. The pressure at her throat made her gasp. "Do you think it was not difficult to find a weak spot in the defensses and make it bigger?" His grip grow stronger.

  "Do you?" He shook her body. "Do you have any idea of how exhausting it was? To release the power slowly, in a subtle way, so the blasted vines did not notice a thing? All the energy I needed to make it work? To transform their squeaky chant luring and without a full moon? And all those visions? Night after night!!! Even to open the door..."

  Suddenly Spark found herself panting on the floor and watching how Zhyan, now free of the chains, struggled with Darrien. He had tackled the insane archangel, forcing him to set her free. 

She was grateful. That provided her time, time to finish the invocation. She knelt and after a raspy cough she chanted once more. The mist thickened and it seemed to dance at her words.

  "Oh, is it not sweet?" Darrien mocked. "Do you want her, Zhy? Do you? Or do you want the power that she will harness when she finishes?" He struck Zhyan hard at the abdomen making him bend. "I will be the one ruling this world, Zhyan, not you! I will do the massacre here AND I will keep her for as long as I want!!"

  "You will not touch her again! She is not a pet for you to keep!" Zhyan raised his clenched fists, fully charged with energy to hit upward. Darrien received the full force of it and stumbled backwards over the bowl, dispersing its content on the floor and sending the mist upward, to the ceiling.

  "NO!!!" Spark screamed when the blood fell everywhere and stopped fuming. Zhyan realized that the itch from the blood marks on him also had stopped bothering him.

  "Blast you Zhyan! See what you have done!" Darrien tried to kick Zhyan�s face but the Archangel of Destruction grabbed his foot and sent a fireball so big that it dashed Darrien to the other side of the room, silencing him for a moment.

  "Spark?" He rushed to her side, kneeling. She was seated on the floor, crying and her sobs made her body tremble. He hugged her. Her skin was cold. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Zhyan tried to lift her face to look at it but she hid it from him.

  The mist floated above them, swirling slowly and moving around. From time to time, small blisters of thick mist erupted before they vanished, reducing its mass and size. 

Looking around to keep an eye on Darrien, Zhyan noticed the bursting of the blisters and the reduction of the mist�s size had the same timing than Spark�s shivers.

  "Spark?" He held her tighter. She was so cold!

  "I am sorry, Zhyan. I will miss you. We had so little time together." She whispered to him between sobs and shivers.

  "What are you talking about?" He gently shook her, confused. "Spark?"

  She lifted her face to him. Her eyes, the brown eyes he loved, were there no more. Her eyes were black now, completely. There was not even a trace of white in them.

  "Yes and no." She whispered. She cupped his face with her cold hands and kissed him with trembling lips. "I will miss this flesh."

  It confused Zhyan even more. She seemed to be saying goodbye! But what she meant when she said they "had so little time..."?

  "What are you saying?" He pleaded.

  "She thought you would still keep her, Zhy!" Darrien was rising again, slowly. "She thought you should never notice the change!" He laughed, one knee on the floor.

  Darrien�s laughter was more than he could bear in that moment. After releasing Spark he clashed Darrien, pinning him against the wall.

  "What have you done to her?" Zhyan demanded while he slammed his enemy�s head against the wall. "What have you done to Spark?"

  Darrien laughed even louder despite the pain. "Do you want to know? We had the wildest ride!"

  With a snarl, Zhyan lifted his knee and used all his strength against Darrien�s abdomen making him bent. Then Zhyan grabbed Darrien�s neck and threw him against the monolith at the center of the basement.

  After the impact, Darrien slid to the floor, stunned but still found strenght to mumble. "She is mine... she called me, she needed me! She wanted me, ME! Not you."

  He tried to hit Zhyan back but the angel of destruction grabbed and slammed down Darrien�s face against the stone, several times with all his might. Soon, the angel of darkness was bleeding, his face was swollen and he fought to remain conscious.

  "You can�t have her..." He mumbled "It was me who gave her flesh, I did everything she wanted."   He could not see Zhyan anymore and had no more strength to cast a spell; all he could do now was try to spear him with his words.

  "It is too late now, Zhy." He coughed and spat blood �She will be gone soon and you will not have her back.�

  "What did you do to her?" Zhyan grabbed Darrien�s face and one more time, he threw it against the stone. H would keep on doing that but just when Darrien was going to speak, Spark suffered harder spasms.

  "Zhyan!" She called him weakly.

  Zhyan was at her side in an instant and held her. She was even colder and Zhyan felt as if she was lighter.  

"Spark?" Her skin was gray and Zhyan could have sworn her hair, black and bright as the feathers of a raven, was now also paler.

  "No, Zhyan." she whispered. �I am not who you think. You must hurry now if you want her back.� She lifted one hand to touch his cheek. Zhyan shivered under the cold contact.

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