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I wasn't going to be the one to stop him.
"Go right ahead."
I purposely walked over to grab the folding chair Willow had sat in earlier. I spun it around so I could sit the same way Willow had, my bulky arms resting on the small top part of the back support while I rested my chin on my crossed arms. Our Blossoming Flower's scent still lingered around the chair, making any hints of worry fade away.
"Get wild," I encouraged. "Just don't kill me. And make sure it doesn't ruin Neo's paintings. He hates when his stuff gets ruined in the crossfire."
A single nod was all he showed in reply as the lights above began to flicker until they went completely off. The sudden shift in energy made goosebumps crawl upon my flesh, and I watched in amazement as the man who was cut wide open was suddenly rejuvenated with life.
"What?! W-What are you doing?!" Ronald was brought back to life, even with his opened chest that displayed his guts. He looked beyond horrified, his frantic eyes looking around as he tried to get up.
Golden strings already captured him in place, and I watched as symbols of magic began to form upon the black surface of Milo's flesh. He blended so perfectly with the darkness, but now, as his body began to glow with various markings of traditional symbols, I could see him clearly.
And he was nothing like the Milo in the light.
"Seeing as I've been given this rare opportunity to enact my revenge," he began, his voice completely unrecognizable as a lump began to form in my throat, "why don't I let you experience a glimpse of what my ancestors dealt with at the hands of your kind."
Ronald was literally screaming, not because of the pain in his body, but out of pure fear. I could only see Milo's back; his previously slim but muscled build was now doubled and reminded me of Onyx, but he was taller and held even more muscle.
I didn't wish to see his true face -his real form he was hiding from us until he could surely share without the need to kill us.
"Fae. I forgot how scary they are."My wolf's voice actually trembled as he moved a bit back into the shadows of his corner as if frightened that we'd get pulled into this unfolding disaster.
You're right. I forgot and I'm glad for the reminder.
"Are you going to talk to Dimitris?"
Ya. We can't fucking lose out on this.
The punishment began, and what unfolded before my eyes would surely haunt me for the rest of my life. I was sure if the others were here, Neo would be starry-eyed, Saint would be vomiting in the corner, Dimitris would observe every single execution of pain, and I felt like Onyx would clap his hands and request an encore.
And if Willow saw...I'm not even fucking sure how she'd react. There's a limit to insanity and power...but why do I feel she'd sit right in between satisfied and damn right mesmerized?
I wasn't sure what we'd have to do, but there was no way this man could be a mere "ally."
He could be a part of our bowl of Forbidden Fruit, and it was only a matter of time before he was ripe and ready for the world to view him as a dangerous predator in this world of power.
23
Blank Canvas Of Seduction And Milk For Two
~WILLOW~
"You've never painted before?" Neo questioned as he actually took the time to admire what I'd attempted to paint.
"Nope," I admitted. "I didn't really have hobbies until Aurelia came into my life. She went through a phase of 'I wanna try everything' as an act of rebellion against her strict upbringing so I drew with her a few times to create magic incantations and stuff, but never did an actual paint session."
"Hmm." His eyes were assessing my work, those red magic circles of his following the various colored strokes of his drawn hair. I'd done a close-up portrait of him with his blindfold on because I wanted to test my abilities.
I really wanted to draw him with his eyes open and capture the unique beauty in his hollow orbs with their enchanting red circles, but that required time and concentration, and I personally wanted more practice because that hand-painted image would be even more important to me.
To have a canvas painting of how I began versus my growth thanks to Neo's guidance and generosity.
I was sure many took advantage of activities like these. Being able to sit comfortably and get lost in sketching the stillness of someone in front of you was an opportunity to see the beauty of an object or person in the heat of the moment and allow yourself to get lost in the tranquil melody such activities invited you to experience.
I wasn't expecting to get to paint after getting our mini-revenge, and though it was past midnight, Neo insisted I give it a shot. I knew from the intense glow of his magical orbs that he could see every fine detail of my mini-masterpiece and I was a little nervous about what he had to say.
Criticism was inevitable, but it would encourage me to get better.
