He swallowed hard and focused as his fey brethren decreed.
Suddenly within his blindness, gray shapes moved. He could see form and movement, a living grayness etched with a male’s red heat. His faery sight allowed him to see beyond the vileness of the spell, but he could not see details and he could not see color. He could not see the face of his tormentor.
———
The Sorcerer pulled back his hood and scowled down upon the sweaty warrior. “Willful. This one shows more strength than most.”
Laying his hand beside the warrior’s right temple, a sickly smile curved his lips. He opened his fist and released the black spider. “Let us see what he thinks of my creature.”
The warrior jerked his head away and the Sorcerer grinned in delight. “Feel the spider at your temple? It feeds upon the senses. It is an ancient creature, spellbound in the old way of magic and obscurity.”
The Sorcerer knew the warrior could no longer hear him. Still he spoke, relishing in the sound and echo of his words in these olden tombs. “Live in this world of undying night and silence. Let your senses feed the spider’s incessant appetite. In time, your fear shall breed and betray you and then you will tell me all that I need to know.”
Chains clanked loudly with the warrior’s inner battle and a kind of glee gripped him. “So, the terror begins…”
The Sorcerer motioned his servants to leave him. Leaning over, he cupped the warrior’s chin harshly, holding him fast, his thin lips inches from the warrior’s ear.
“Do you want the answer to your freedom?” He asked with cruel intent. “It is the true kiss of a faery.”
He released the warrior and cackled in the way of those doomed. Gazing in satisfaction upon his prisoner, the Sorcerer pulled up his hood and walked away, back to the unending corridors below the ancient castle, back to the unending searches for salvation.
———
Tynan blew air out of his lungs. The spell stealing his senses both terrified and enraged him.
“Free us. Now.” The faeries drummed in his mind, endless demands laced with bad-temper and selfishness.
Jerking the chains, he flung back his head in bitter exasperation. First, he must free himself.
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