Bride of the Dark Lord

#79 The Collar of Death III

The pain was scary. And intense. And if the pangs and throes of childbirth, was ever worse than this, or equal to this, then, in this lifetime and a hundred lifetimes after this, I'd never consider putting to bed.

The agony was that bad. That excruciating!

"Hah!" I shrieked. But I knew my voice was swallowed up by the fierce battle around me.

I screeched, "hah!" Though unable to move, my body felt every inch of the extreme torment, for it was like I was in the throes of death.

And then, the paralysis hold on me was released, and I fell to my knees.

My brains feeling like, they had been set on fire. The pain, from my bride collar, went not just downwards but upwards, too. To my skull. The very depths of it. Singeing also every last inch of hair on my head.

It hurt. Every part of me hurt so badly.

I raised my head. Stared at Randall. If he was this powerful, then, I'm grateful to the Mother of Light, that Regalis wasn't here. For if I a Feeder, couldn't withstand his magical assaults, it was less likely Regalis would have been able to.

I said, "you're my collar mage".

He smirked, "I honestly wonder why it took you so long to figure that out".

My bloods raged.

"Did you really think I'd leave the task of suppressing anyone from Marjol to someone else? Then, you know me not" he said.

And a certain fury filled me.

I had always known I had a temper. And since, it wasn't something that I showed often, I like to think that the temper didn't exist, but at this moment, it rose. Like the head of a cobra that had been hiding within its body, all this while.

He was the collar mage? I pulled out the dagger in my boots. And sped towards him.

What was the worse he could do? Unleash the final death pain in my collar. But, before he jams those hands of his together again, this blade must sink into him.

And as I raced to him. Dagger, aimed in his direction. He stood there. Just stood there, staring at me, like the nonentity he said I was. Like, I was a mosquito, speeding towards him, with a proboscis, not a dagger, to slay him.

And as I drew close, my blade almost three feet away from his chest, he said, "I've played enough".

And at that second, with a touch of his hand on my knife hand, his soulfire magic sank into my bloodstream. "Hah!" Like an explosive tool, dropping into the core of my being, and then crashing.

And if I thought, I had wailed all I could before. Then, I hadn't. For this, was just the beginning of screams and throes.