Dark Magic
 

An rp for Neko and Papi. Warning for blood, and scenes of horror.

Over-looking the sleepy village of Evoy, nestled in the valley of the mountain ranges below, sat the formidable Ayling castle. The family had been chosen by the King himself to look over the village as Lords of the land. Years passed with no problems, until Lord Ayling died, leaving the castle to his only son. Gradually, the Aylings had less and less to do with Evon, and soon the village ran on its own. The castle fell into clouds of secrets and suspicion. No one knew if Meleager still lived and if anyone even lived or worked in the castle. Mothers warned their children, that if they wondered too close, their souls would be eaten by ghosts. Devin never had a mother to warn him.

Leaving the safety of the village's walls at dawn, the blonde-haired youth made his way towards the large cliff that the castle sat on. He had been living on the streets all his life, meaning that he was street wise and ready to take on any challenge, even if it was a bad idea. Panting slightly, he slowed down near the mid-way point, sitting on a rock and looking over the view. It was day now, and the village below was waking up, carrying on their usual business, uncaring for the lone youth steadily climbing to the castle.

And why was he making this trek? Some would think it to be dangerous, or even foolish. Devin thought only with logic. That big castle up there was supposed to be empty. Therefore, it would make a great home, and possibly have some treasures or gold left from the days that the Aylings lived there. Devin doubted that Meleager was even alive, as it had been more than 50 years since he was last seen.

The teen finished the water he had brought with him and stood, shouldering his small pack and continuing up the steep slope. It was midday when he finally reached the old wooden doors of the fortress. Panting slightly and wiping the sweat from his brow, he tried the doors and found them locked shut. Laughing at himself, he started around the castle's stone walls until he found an opening. A small service door that was once used as a means to bring supplies into the castle. Devin tried these doors and found them easy to open. Struggling through the small hole, he crawled out into a large kitchen. Sneezing from the dust and brushing spiders from his hair. He stood and glanced around the ancient kitchen. It wasn't as misused as he thought, some of the stoves looked very clean and as though someone had used it recently. Great, he thought, someone bet me to this place.

Pulling out a small pocket knife, Devin crept quietly along into other rooms, sensing that he wasn't alone in this place. He came across a library and found an open book sitting on a worn table. He approached cautiously, looking about himself for signs of a trap.

Devin jumped a metre in the air, his heart beating so fast he thought he was about to have a heart attack. Many years he had broken into buildings and houses and he never had been caught. This man... This creature standing before him looked deadly. He had heard about vampires and demons before, but he never knew that they still existed. Bringing his pocket knife up in his defence, he glared back at the amber stare.

"What's it to you?" he growled back. He glanced about quickly, searching for an escape. Even if he stabbed the man, who was ten times bigger than him, it would be tricky to escape without some sort of harm coming to him. He remained calm, knowing that if he showed fear, he would be showing weakness.

The knife in his hand started to burn and he dropped it in surprise, glancing from the red hot metal back to the creature before him. Spells? Magic? He shook, backing off slightly and cornering himself between the wall and the table with the open book. He had stumbled upon something he should never have, something that was in fairy tales and folklore... A magic user. He trembled, wildly searching for a place to escape to. A slave? No way! Devin was a free man. He would not let this creature take away his freedom.

"What'd you say? You some kind of witch? I have family that will come looking for me if anything were to happen."

Devin tried to struggle as the creature approached him with a knife. He winced when cut and cried out when their wounds were pushed together. "What the-? What are you doing to me?" He pulled away, kicking out and trying to get away from the crazy man. "Stop! Stop!" he cried, feeling strangely weak. Soon he was spinning and fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. He could feel fire burning through his veins, squeezing his heart until he could barely breathe. He could struggle against this man, that had doomed him to be a slave. He felt his whole life disappearing. He existed only to serve this man. He cried harder, curling up until he blacked out.

Devin's dreams were full of false memories, as always. He had never had a friend or even family. Just himself. And yet, his dreams always lied to him, filling him with glimpses of his mother and father, and the childhood that he could have had. He shook awake from the dream, sitting upright and glancing around his new surroundings. A nice room fitted with many fancy furnishings and a very comfortable bed.

He remembered dully where he was, but couldn't remember how he got there, or even who he was... He sighed and rolled out of the bed, searching the room for something he could use to remember the events of the day.

Devin heard a strange humming noise and, with a bright flash of golden light, a small silver tray landed on the bedside table. He cautiously moved closer to investigate, seeing that it was full with pastries and juices. Realising that he was starving, he shovelled the food into his mouth, drinking the juice down after he had finished. He burped in comfort and moved about the room again. He started to wonder how the food got there, deciding that he was in a dream.

He left the bedroom and explored the long hallways lined with paintings of grumpy looking old men and naked ladies. He paused outside a closed door and heard talking inside. He knew that the man behind this door was the one behind all of this. But somehow he was prevented to break into the room to demand answers. Instead he wandered about the large castle, poking his nose into anything mildly interesting.