“You...” Caskus whispered with a shaky voice, narrowing his eyes. “You...”
Kain bent down and grinned back at him.
“I love that terrified face of yours. I love hearing you beg Caskus Caelestis.” He leaned closer so that he could whisper in Caskus ear without anyone hearing. “It remind me sooo much of your friend...the friend you could not save...the friend you loved soo much. Now what was his name...”
Old images of Nicholas begun swirling around in Caskus's confused head.
“You bastard!” He screamed. His throat so sour, it burned like fire every time he made an attempt to speak.
Kain's eyes flashed red before him and suddenly he was drawn backs hundreds of years in time to the dark forest where he could hear his mothers scream, where he could feel the sharp teeth digging deeper in to his neck. The aching pain and the hooded creature.... the bloodstained grin and the... the eyes, the red eyes.
“I – made – you....” Kain hissed softly and gripped Caskus firmly by the chin. “I made you and therefor, I am you're master, Caskus Caelestis and you are no man of noble blood. You belong to me..”
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