Time Between, Kingdom of Pain

There was nothing left…her legs collapsed beneith her. The lights above seemed to twist the world around her, and mist filled the air. Terra touched her brow, her chakra, and swooning on the ground her mouth moved forming one word.

“No…no…” Rheynne looked pleased. Her queenly stature showing now. She leaned over Terra, seeming not to care that she had fallen upon the cool marble.

“Then should I tell you My Terra? Do you wish to know, or maybe you are speaking that word from experience long lost within your pained mind?” Terra’s face was blank then. Nothing showed, and she stared transfixed at the cieling. Rheynne looked up with an agitated glare, but saw nothing. (What is she seeing?)

A noise resounded. Her head spun around, and the guards were shuffling beneith their robes, as if they’re feet were moving of their own accord. “Keep yourselves under control, or I’ll stick you both in a dungon with Dalion, and Madergra.” Their bodies shook uncontrollably as in desperation they tried to control a daemonic force. The thought of the beasts in the dungon seemed so much worse than the pain they suffered.

“Drop the box now…I know how it affects you. Leave!” She barked. Still on the ground, in some lost state, Terra was. Rheynne ignored her and went over to the cube of crystal. “My dear, dear child. You may come out now.” Her fingers touched the top of the box, and the glass disappeared. The child’s eyes shot open, icy and white. “Come to me my dear.”

The child reached out of the box, and cilmbed over it like an animal. It crawled over to Rheynne, and wrapped itself around her chest, hugging her tightly.

“You missed me…didn’t you.” The child nodded solemnly and reached out to touch her cheek with a small hand. Rheynne brushed it away, dismissing the gesture. The child’s smile faded, and was replaced with a nervous face.

She smiled a crule smile and kissed it’s lips. It pressed into her, with a power that could not have been just this child’s, and pushed it’s tongue into her mouth, reaching around to grab her head. Rheynne tummbled backward onto the marble, tears running down her face. Her eyes as large as golf balls, filled with fear.

The child took both hands and placed them on Rheynne’s temples. It continued to kiss her, even as she went limp, but the kiss was merely it’s lips touching hers, nothing more. Rheynne’s eyes closed, and the child’s hands began to tremmble. Tears slid behind the closed lids, and down her cheeks in rivers.

Terra had gotten up now, and was sitting calmly watching the child of the glass. It seemed contented now. This might have been more than a first time that her child had taken Rheynne over. Terra noticed the serentity that possessed the child, and realized that even as Rheynne hurt, the child felt nothing.

Those hands…they could bring any emotion, could bring any memory, they could flood anything with it. She shivered again as she looked at the child of the glass. (I wonder what Rheynne is thinking about now.)