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Writing Challenge: Character Alignment Horny Evil

22 May

Bored.

Zadakh was bored.

That was his only excuse, and he owned up shamelessly to Ciana, who was sent to stop him.  She was armed from the toes all the way up to her deceptively delicate ears, and her keen eyes watched as he leaned to one side and rested his elbow on the arm rest of his grand throne.  He sighed, and the air seemed to come from every corner of his chest, like one who knew only the most profound loneliness.

Zadakh’s violet eyes turned to look into hers. “I didn’t do anything too horrible, did I?” He frowned and leaned forward, attentive.  He seemed unable to stay still– drumming his fingers as she regarded him stoically.

For a time, there was silence as his fingers drummed restlessly against his chin.

Finally, Ciana spoke.  Her voice was judgement. “For your crimes against the village of Apsar in Reole, you are sentenced to a chastisement I deem appropriate.”

He stared at her for a time, until she began to shift her weight before he answered. “Perhaps instead, you could teach me how to entertain myself properly?” He smiled at her brightly. “I only sent a few pigmen to Apsar because I thought the people there could defend themselves from so petty a beast.  They die as easily as men who aren’t pigs.” Absently, he bit his fingernail thoughtfully. “How was I to know they would be so naughty?  I did send someone to kill the piggies when they got too mean.”

Ciana’s demeanor softened as Zadakh explained himself.  He reminded her of a young man, trying to explain his bad behavior because he didn’t want to be seen as wicked.

“How can I amuse myself, Lady Ciana, when I live up here, and no lands will have me?” He looked out the window.  The surrounding countries were nothing but a green haze on the horizon.  The land between his home and that blur of life was a desert of cracked dirt.  Monsters of all types lived underground, and over them, Zadakh ruled from his stubby, fat, stone tower.

Whenever someone came to scold him, he always shaped up and there were never repeats of quite the same actions.

Ciana watched tensely for a few moments.  This was her first time dealing with him.  Her sister paladins had giggled when she told them she was assigned punishment for the strangely youthful old hermit from the wastes.  She eyed him as she wondered why that was.  Finally, she spoke. “There are many ways, I am sure.  You already trade with local towns.  You could commission merchants to bring books to you, or you could travel outside your waste.  Perhaps settling down properly and finding a lovely wife would help you to become less bored.  I hear children are never boring.”

The man looked at her, then smiled lazily. “I hear what leads up to children is more fun than children.” He slowly stood and walked to her.  His eyes seemed almost to glow as he slowly stepped toward her.  His boots clicked pleasantly against the smooth floor.  Her vision blurred around the edges as she stared at him dumbly.  He gripped her by the shoulders with gentle hands for a moment before he slowly unlaced each plate of her armor.

Ciana gave no struggle. “What are you doing?” Her voice was soft, confused. “This isn’t right.” Her hands slowly unlaced her bracers.

“I’m helping a woman who is too hot out of her heavy armor.” His eyes held hers as the two worked together to undo her armor.  His hand brushed against her bare hand as he knelt to help remove her lower armor, and even that faint touch, so small and thoughtless, lingered and brought a blush to Ciana’s partially-hidden face.

She closed her eyes as she removed her helmet, and for a moment, she almost shoved it back on and kicked him for his improper actions against a paladin.  As she opened her eyes again and looked down at him, he caught her gaze with his own, and her idea to punish him for his forwardness with her person quickly faded.  She was almost completely bare of her armor.  Finally, it was time for her chain shirt to come off.

Zadakh’s eyes changed, and they broke eye contact.  In her mind, she saw them when she closed her eyes, and she obediently let him help remove her hooded chain tunic.

As her head was bowed, the hermit looked up at a crow in the window and nodded.  The crow flew off, and Zadakh grinned as his enthralled captive stood again.  Undressing a woman was so easy when she could be convinced with just a glance to help the process along!  He nipped her neck, and the two began the dance of lovers.  Her steps were clumsy, and his were expert as he used and manipulated her to his wishes.

The crow flew across the wastes and landed on the corpse of a pigman in a tiny little town.  It ate the thing’s eye, and spread its wings, taking off and heading to one side.  A pointed gaze from the bird told the remaining pigmen that any more attacks before the proper time, and any more who wagged their tongues, would bring their own deaths earlier than fate intended.

While back in the tower, Zadakh slowly taught Ciana to enjoy the acts without his urging, the attack began on Apsol in Reole.

Zadakh’s slow, almost loving caresses were in time with the rough, scratching gropes of the wicked pigmen.  As the beasts raped and stole from the town, Zadakh murmured sweet words into the ear of his now-willing victim.

In the end, Ciana burned with passion for Zadakh, and the death-filled ruins of Apsol burned with hot fire.

The only survivors from the village were carried away by pigmen.  The young, the old, the compliant– all were taken north, to the mountains the beasts called home, to be worked in the fields, worked in the beds, or worked into meals for the great, ugly monsters.

Zadakh was exempted from blame by the woman he manipulated, and when she tried to come back, he turned her away, calling her cursed, just as he had with any other paladin previously sent who tried to return for another month of pleasure.

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