My love’s ring clattered to the stone floor, with my hand attached. Scarlet blood spraying from the exposed flesh and bone of my arm. I screamed and focused on the darkness.
“I remember you, little elf girl! So, after all these years you come back for revenge? With these…..foolish ones?”
He grabbed me by my tunic pulling me up to his face. Corpses of my vassals lay at his feet, others frozen and still, looks of fear on their faces.
He said “There was so much life in him, and I was so hungry! and his fear was so delicious! Like these ones! Klatu Barada Niktu!”
His necklace glowed and green mist poured from the room into his mouth with those words, streaming from my men, their spectral screams fading as his shriveled flesh filled and became…..more. Their corpses falling and withering into dust.
My good hand scrabbled at his necklace finding tentative hold. I focused on the darkness. I was losing blood too quickly.
“Oh, don’t worry foolish elf girl, only I can remove this while I live. And as you very well know, I cannot be harmed by your blades while I wear it. I would think you would have remembered this.”
“I know” I managed to croak.
He smiled; “He’s still in here, did you know that? So many others have been consumed but I can still feel a small part of him. He will watch you die through my eyes, and then there will be nothing “
“I know..You took centuries from us” I muttered a barely audible vow.
My hand shifted on his necklace, twisting and turning the unbreakable artifact into a place for purchase.
His face rippled with surprise, as I raised my broken arm, protruding bone, and with a surge I slammed it into his eye, the darkness inside of me exploding in his head. We screamed. Married in hatred.
I stabbed him viciously, explosion after explosion of darkness pouring my from arm, until finally the bone snapped staring out of his chest until I pounded it deep into his chest with my vassals helmet. His fingers clawed at the bone, his mouth trying to form the words as I stared into his remaining eye until my darkness took him.
That is my tale adventurer. Every bit of it true and it’s been so long since I’ve told it. Thank you for humoring a withered old woman by listening to it all.
But your eyes keep darting from my restored hand to the necklace. Should you wake your allies? Or draw your weapon? My darkness around you makes it so hard to think. But know this, they are not sleeping, and their fear is as delicious as yours.