Dark Wings, Dark Words [Cryax]

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom smiled as his cheek was kissed, a dash of warmth in the otherwise cold room. Those guards made him nervous but he wouldn't show that not to these people, perhaps he would come undone to cryax when the night came, if they got that far.

His poor Cryax, as Cryax described his pain malcom squeezed his hand "When we get home we'll put something soothing on your face and cuddle until the pain stops" He smiled "Not sure how to help your leg though I doubt conventional methods will help, do we call a mechanic?" , seemed awfully mushy though ... "we might screw abit too" He added, there we are back to the safty of sleaze. He wasn't sure how serious Cryax wanted to be, was malcom just a friend with benefits or were they in a serious relationship? now didn't seem like the time to ask ... ' Hi Cry, your crazy ex might be about to eviscerate you but hey ... where do we stand?' ... yeah this wasn't the time.

Cryax initially expressed reluctance to touch his butt ... was malcom offended hell yes. 'Not the time' it was always the time ... "Darling, we were awoken by a guy in a sheet carrying a sword that burnt your face and in just a moment a sith lords going to come in here and maybe murder us, I think now's the time" He replied his face smiling but his tone hinting at annoyance. Dutifully the chiss ran a hand up his thigh 'oh' came his reply. "Oh indeed dearest" He chuckled "No one ever frisks a cripple with a stick "

"I learnt that smuggling spice through customs in Kaminos Inter Planetary space Port ..." Did kamino even have an interplanetary spaceport? Probably.

He never got to finish his story though as Cryax's ex appeared. He looked old, old and boring. Nice muscles though, Malcom might have played around if he was drunk and desperate. He wouldn't call back though. None the less the 'Butcher king' was imposing and malcom was scared of him, all these force wizards scared him ... freaks. so he sat up again taking his head of the chiss shoulder but keeping a grip on his hand.

"Magesty" He said, a touch shaky. He hated feeling weak.

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

His brow knit in anger, and his lips shivered as a snarl threatened to part them to reveal the sharpened teeth hidden within. His eyes were like burning coals, a hateful yellow flecked with crimson that seemed to gaze past the physical and into the soul. For a moment they settled on Cryax, his fury hidden behind those orbs of acidic colors, yet they glossed over the Chiss to settle on Malcom. That was when a smile blossomed across the Sith Lord's face. He smiled often, but those who were clever enough to read his intents would know that they were fake, facades conjured by a creature who never learned how to properly express joy or excitement, but this time was different.

His smile was all too real, but it was not the smile of a warrior; but instead it was the smile of a murderer. Fanatics smiled that way, and the effort of fully smiling caused his innumerable facial scars to widen and accent the broad lines of his face.

"Quite the object you covet, Cryax. But he knows nothing of the pleasures that can be wrought in one's flesh, pleasures that you have apparently forgotten..."

Oh, how Cryax's scars would burn then, his pain a symphony of past experience that sung of only suffering. But there was sophistication in such suffering. Flesh was like clay to Vornskr, it could be molded, it could be altered, and he found himself quite proficient at creating works of art from another's flesh.

And he gazed hungrily at Malcom's, eager to create another work of art.

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

The Sith magic in his bloodstream ebbed and flowed in response to the booming baritone of the freakishly tall Sith Lord standing before them. Cryax flashed a glare at Kaine, his red alien orbs almost flaming with anger. He squeezed Malcom's hand protectively. A flashback came, the darkest of memories. The Chiss lay bound to a slab, subjected to a carving session in which intricate runes were cut into his skin. His blood was drained through a sluicegate and then fed back into his body intravenously, an agonizing process, and to add insult to injury the Chiss' mouth was sewn shut to stop him from complaining. He emerged from the trial barely alive but Vornskr's puppet. He would die before he witnessed Malcom sharing that same fate.

"This man..." he started, gesturing at Malcom with his blue-skinned hand. "...will continue to know nothing about the types of sick pleasure in which you revel. You aren't coming near him. Do whatever you want to me, I'll go willingly. But leave him. Or there will be hell to pay."

Bane was not above calling upon the Wrath of the Dark Lord, [member="Reverance"], who was technically Vornskr's superior. Whether or not the man would help him probably lay in the whimsy of the Vong King, who quite frankly seemed madder than usual these days.

"Take me, Kaine," he insisted with a resigned sigh. "But let my lover be."

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom Shrank a little in the wake of [member="Darth Vornskr"] and his sickening smile. It made him feel queasy . But he couldn't be weak could he so he kept his eyes open, kept them on this sith Lord. He was talking in riddles and Malcom couldn't track what he was saying but it seemed to have riled Cryax. Malcom squeezed back on his Cry's hand. They were so out of their depth a cripple and a slicer what could they do in the face of such evil. He longed to put his head back on cryax's neck to snuggle close but they couldn't do that. not with him in the room. Cryax's defence brought a smile to his face. even if he didn't know what he was being defended from.

Then his Cry had surrendered sighing, resigned to whatever this lord had planned . Malcom squeezed his hand again and leant in close. His man had suffered enough, his face looked sore and his knee was sparking. "No My Love" He whispered "You have suffered more than your share of pain on my account" He kissed the shell of the Chiss's ear "I'm sure he can't be as bad as my Ma was" He smiled weakly, he wasn't at all sure.

Then he gulped and looked back at the sith

"Do as you will" He stated strong as he had "I won't have Cryax suffer on my account" He was making a mistake, he knew it but Love made people do stupid things and in that moment he loved Cryax more than he'd ever loved anyone.

No doubt this was going to hurt

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"How noble." he said, his voice dripping with derision as his hateful orbs passed between Cryax and Malcom as if weighing their collective worth. "But if you think that any of this will end happily for either of you, I'm afraid you're both sorely mistaken." He gestured to their surroundings, the dull steel walls and the illumination stripe that pulsed above were in their immediate vicinity, but truly he was gesturing to even greater distances. "All of this is my domain, my kingdom, my paradise... And I am its Lord, it's King... It's God! You of all people should know that better than anyone, Cryax, for you have seen what I am capable of, and yet even now you defy me." He raised his left hand in a threatening gesture towards Cryax, his fingers gnarled as power soaked the air with the twang of metal, "And now you shall learn the price of your defiance."

Light suddenly shone from his hand, blinding arcs of blue lightning spilling out from his fingers to taint the air with the overwhelming stench of ozone before slamming straight into Cryax's chest at point blank range. The lightning rebounded across the room as it became attracted to the metal surroundings, although whenever it neared Vornskr it would itself be rebounded again by an invisible barrier that Vornskr surrounded himself with to protect himself from immediate harm. Indeed, the hate of the Sith Lord rolled off of him in palpable waves with searing heat and manifested itself as a twisting swirl of shadow that clung to the Sith Lord's trappings with malignant affection.

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

The One Sith was a factory of false gods, beings whose pedestals had been built so high that they felt themselves immortal and untouchable. Darth Vornskr was the king of the man-made idols. If only he had stayed down the first time he was killed. With Kaine alive, Cryax would never truly be free from the other man's stygian grasp.

Bane shrieked in pain as the lightning hit him squarely in the chest, electrocuting him so severely that his skeleton could be seen through his flesh like an X-ray. Cryax crumpled to the ground, convulsing, foam dripping from his mouth, his fingers twitching like the legs of insects. He raised his glowing red gaze to Malcom and looked away, unable to bear the thought of being so helpless in front of his love. After a moment of stammering, words finally trickled out of his mouth.

"K-kaine," he rasped. P-please. Stop. Nnnnnng I won't defy you, I swear! Whatever you want, I'll do it! Just let him be."

It never took long for the grovelling to start.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom shrank again at the sith lords words. His eyes drifting down to avoid the man's eyes. He had half expected to be yanked up and dragged off to face whatever hell this 'Kaine' had planned but that never came it seemed for all his threats [member="Darth Vornskr"] wanted to hurt only Cryax. His poor Love. Malcom didn't want his Cry to suffer but part of him was glad it wasn't him. That was right until the sith lord began.

Malcom had to shield his eyes from the bright light of the lightning, the sight that awaited him when he opened them was horrific [member="Cryax Bane"] convulsing on the floor flashes of his skeleton showing as the electricity left him. Malcom was not left unscathed either the residual bolts flashing about the room, caused him to suffer a taste of Cryax's pain, even such minor exposure caused him to cry out in agony. What had Cryax done to deserve them such brutality? In the end it didn't really matter.

He got offthe bench to kneel by cryax's head, once again causing himself a measure of pain and lifted cryax up to lay the blue man's head on his lap. soothing his hair with one hand and wiping the foam from the Chiss's mouth with the other, careful to avoid the burn on the side of his face. As Cryax set about groveling Malcom continued stroking his Boyfriend's hair, eyes down on the chiss's to avoid the sith lords gaze. He longed to say something to comfort Cryax but what could he say in the face of such pain.

"I Love you" He whispered softly barely audible it was all he could think of.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"How amusing" cooed the Sith Lord as the lightning subsided, the remnants of his wrath dancing across his fingers before finally flickering out of existence. "You haven't changed at all. All bark and no bite, just like the mongrel you are." He laughed, a harsh sound reminiscent of cascading gravel, "I'm starting to regret plucking you from Dredge's grasp, perhaps I should've let that Yuuzhan Vong have his way with your body." His eyes now fluttered over to glare at Malcom as he attempted to cradle his electrified lover, laying the Chiss' head on his lap as he whispered words of endearment in his ear.

"But perhaps I could squeeze out whatever usefulness you have left in you..." The Sith Lord's voice dropped down to a raspy whisper, a sound that grated against one's mind with the intensity of a nagging migraine. He lowered himself to squat on his haunches, bringing him closer to their eye level so that he could speak to them more directly. "I'm going to kill you, Cryax." His voice was calm, more level than it had been a moment ago when his hate had driven it up into a feverish roar. "I'm going to carve your body into pieces, and torture your soul for all eternity... Unless..." He directed his attention back to Malcom, "Unless Malcom here undergoes a little... procedure, one you are quite familiar with... Submit and you both shall serve, resist and I will kill both of you, but not before I make one of you watch the other slowly perish."

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax swore it. Someday Darth Vornskr would eat his words. The Sith Lord would gobble them right up as he was danging over the Ancient Abyss on Felucia. After being given a thorough eviscerating of course.

But today was not going to be that day. Cryax lay on the floor immobile, his head cradled in the other crime lord's hands. Today he could only stare up at the Butcher King with an almost vacant gaze and mute tongue. Having been abused in front of his lover humiliated him beyond words. Kaine kept flicking his emerald green eyes in reptilian fashion back and forth from his Chiss prisoner to his human one, his cruel orbs finally settling on Malcom. He was going to carve up Cryax's boyfriend just as he did on Panatha so many years ago. Cryax finally found his words.

"No. No. No. No. No," he growled with a vehement shake of his head. "Take me again. I have synthflesh grafts over ninety percent of my body. You may cut me anew."

He placed his forehead against the other man's until their noses touched, then mouthed the words, "I'm so sorry." In all of their getting-to-know you talks, Bane hadn't quite mentioned to Malcom, just how dangerous it was to be his lover. He was extremely remorseful about it. Especially now.

Someday you're going to reap what you sow, Vornskr.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom Listened in horror as this [member="Darth Vornskr"] , or Kaine as Cryax kept calling him promised to kill his darling. He couldn't let that happen , not to his heart's desire.Then came his answer if he surrendered himself to this sith than Cryax would live. Before he could answer however Cryax growled and surrendered himself. Malcom frowned he was terrified "No Darling" He sighed. Then Cryax sat up pressing their noses together and mouthed an apology. Malcom shook his head rubbing their noses together. He hadn't intended affection, he was too damn terrified but that said he was glad it had happened it could have been the last chance he'd get. If only he could stay in this moment forever, to be free from the imminent threat of pain ... alas such was impossible.

"No my darling" He sighed "You have suffered enough let me take this one" The he eased Cryax back to the ground with a hug."Just plan something nice for me, I love you" He whispered. Then he pushed himself to his feet, groaning at the stiffness in his knee. "Lord Zambrano I surrender, do as you will " He was going to regret this he was really, really going to regret this. But the pain would be worth it if it kept [member="Cryax Bane"] from harm. As for all the trouble that came with dating the chiss, if that was the price he had to pay then he would gladly drink the cup of poison.

Time to get this over with.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Your compassion for this worm heralds your undoing." growled the Sith Lord, victory burning in his eyes as he watched Malcom unsteadily rise to his feet to accept his doom. Vornskr momentarily stepped to the side and allowing a single guard entrance into the cell armed with a stun baton and a pair of binding cuffs that were quickly and roughly slapped over Malcom's wrists. The guard's face was hidden behind a black reflective visor, another faceless entity in Vornskr's service that either performed his duties with vile cruelty born from his master's wicked influence or a resigned indifference that orders were orders and he either fulfilled them or faced the dire consequences of insubordination. However; due to the featureless helms his guards wore it was impossible to tell which was which, but perhaps a certain urgency to shuffle Malcom out of the chamber gave a clue to his disposition.

Vornskr remained behind in the chamber after Malcom had been escorted out, the door shutting behind him with a definitive hiss followed by the whir of locking mechanisms creaking into place. The Sith Lord cast a glare at Cryax that bore into the Chiss' soul; "I never understood your willingness to defy me even though you know full well what I'm capable of, Cryax. Are you truly that stupid or was it a false bravado to impress your little toy?"

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax's stomach did a slow somersault as he watched his lover being cuffed and shuffled out of the detention cell. His face was pained with emotional anguish. Malcom was tough in many ways, but fragile in others, especially with his fear of surgery. Would Cryax even see his Malcom again? He wasn't sure he could bear the thought of being without the other man. He stared at the door for a long while after Malcom was gone, failing to even blink.

When the room was empty save for he and Kaine, he burst into tears. He wouldn't forgive himself if Malcom saw him cry. Kaine? He'd already seen every range of emotion from the Chiss, so he had nothing to hide from his tormentor.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Bane asked the Sith Lord, ignoring his question. His red eyes gleamed with tears, face twisted in confusion as he stared back into those soulless orbs.

"Haven't I been a loyal servant to you? I put my fething life on the line on Contruum for the One Sith! Do you know how close I came to eating a turbo laser in that battle? What could you possibly want from me that I haven't already given you?"

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom eyed the entering guard with a cold stare. He was terrified of this sith lord but jumped up soldiers in uniform didn't really strike fear into him. He'd had their type before ... perhaps he ought to be scared of this one though ...

He winced as he was cuffed. feth those things were tight, the panic in his eyes was reflected in the polished visor of this guard. He was going to suffer wasn't he. His fear was made all the worse by the fact he couldn't see the face of this soldier. Was the guard cruel? was he going to take his own slice of the pie before [member="Darth Vornskr"] arrived? He couldn't tell and that scared him. Then there was the lack of words, this gaurd ordered him about using pushes, wordless people were unreadable. Feth this was some colossal nightmare.

Then casting one last look back to smile at cryax 'Love you' he mouthed. It was for him all the pain was for him, Malcom believed that made it worth it. [member="Cryax Bane"] gave Malcom a reason to survive. So he limped along out of the cell back as straight as the pain in his knee allowed. He would not show this soldier fear. Even if his stomach had flipped. He felt sick. He was going too slowly apparently and was therefore treated to a harsh shove, he stumbled and pain shot up from his right leg. Even walking was torture without his cane. "Kark off I'm going as fast as I can " He hissed the agony riling him. no doubt he'd taste the sting of the baton for his outburst.

His heart sank as he heard the locking of the door behind him but fearful of this sociopaths wrath he didn't stop. limping the path he was forced to take. His thoughts drifting back to cryax and being reunited with him. They would be reunited. No matter the cost then they would go far away from this vile place. He had to dream or he would cry and he was resolved that this sith, whilst he might have malcom's blood he'd not get his tears.

This was going to be hell wasn't it?

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Loyal?" he snarled, "I know all that my Vessel knows, Cryax, and if you call that little debacle at Csilla being loyal then you are truly mad." He waggled an accusing finger at the blubbering Chiss whose cheeks were stained by his sorrow and fear, all semblance of composure lost the moment Malcom had been removed from the cell. Vornskr's disgust only increased as he watched Cryax, a man who had murdered a man with a nail gun in front of an assembled crowd, crying his eyes out over some worthless urchin that no doubt had said the right things or touched the right places to get an all-access pass into Cryax's pants. He wondered if Malcom actually cared for the Chiss at all, but reflecting back on how he acted when the Chiss had been threatened both verbally and physically he suspected that he too had been blinded by compassion.

"Worthless, the lot of you. I'd kill the both of you if I didn't find your suffering amusing, and now with Malcom's resignation you will know suffering beyond all comprehension." He suddenly descended on Cryax, shoving him back into the metal wall and holding his face there while he brought his own a few mere inches from Cryax's. The smell of death and putrefaction on Vornskr's breath and burnt skin was absolutely repugnant, but no doubt Cryax would have a hard time escaping such a stench while Vornskr held him in his grasp. "Your suffering will be spiritual, Cryax. The agony of your soul will be spoken about in hushed whispers until the end of time." He flung Cryax to the side into the opposite wall, where he left him to stew in his own misery as the Sith Lord made for the exit.

Meanwhile Malcom would have been lead to one of the smaller torture chambers that resided within the bowels of Vornskr's malefic warship. A throng of hooded servants would have descended upon him the moment the guard shoved him through the threshold, ripping and tearing at the fabric of his garb until rendered bare. Then he would be forcefully lashed to a large metal slab by the wrists and ankles, while another pair of servants would slather his nude form with a foul-smelling ointment that stunk of corpses; no doubt some profane pre-torture ritual enforced by Vornskr himself. Soon enough the bastard himself would storm into the chamber, the officer's uniform discarded in exchange for a rather revealing butcher's apron and matching leather undergarment. A pair of blood-stained gloves covered both of his hands of which were absolutely frigid to the touch as they probed Malcom's body, like a butcher inspecting a slab of meat straight from the slaughter house.

Although this tomb of barbarity was more a slaughter house than anything.

The Sith Lord chuckled, "I can see why a grub like Cryax would covet someone such as you, maggot tends to wriggle together in the offal. But now you are mine, and your body shall be the rock upon which I build my church."

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

(Sorry for the delay, [member="Cryax Bane"] says we can skip him)

Malcom yelped again as he was shoved for the secound time. This guard was really putting him through the ringer, he was in agony just standing now, it felt as if hundreds of knives were poking at the flesh of his knee. Upon recovery from the latest pain shooting from his knee malcom became aware of multiple hooded figures ripping the clothes from him Leaving him stark naked. It wasn't the nicest undressing he had ever received. Little time was given for him to mourn his torn shirt as he was quickly dragged over to a metal slab. His wrists were finally uncuffed prompting a short lived sigh from Malcom before his wrists and ankles were bound harshly to the slab. Whilst the hooded agents set about rubbing their foul ointment over him, the stuff stank something foul but the chill went someway to soothing his throbbing knee at least, he glanced around the poky chamber. Less 'ostentatious' than he imagined, simple in an ominous way but malcom supposed space wizards didn't need masses of tec. to inflict pain. He gulped as the hands left him, they were the closest he would get to tenderness for a long time he supposed.

The arrival of [member="Darth Vornskr"] prompted uneasiness in Malcom, this was not going to be pleasant. He grunted at the probing of his body by the sith lord, the gloves he wore were unnaturally cold, perhaps that was more the fear than anything else. He felt violated by this man's touch, nothing was protected when one was tied on a slab.

A further grunt answered the siths taunts. Malcom was passed groveling and servility now, but he wasn't about to drop his cry in it by being petulant so he thought it best he say nothing. Let the sith do as he wished then he could go home, Go home and forget this butcher king ... like that would ever happen.

He was torn lay on that table part of him wanting to scream for the sith to get on with it whilst another part of him savoured the last moments free from torture.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Not very talkative are you?" inquired the Sith Lord as he finished his probing of Malcom's flesh and turned his back to him as he took a few short steps over to a nearby counter practically overflowing with devices of every conceivable nature. Most of them seemed to be standard surgical equipment, scalpels, bone saws, et cetera. But among those tools were those whose only function was geared towards suffering, barbarous instruments with serrated edges and blood-stained spikes, and even a couple of meat hooks were clearly visible as Vornskr carefully analysed each and every one of them within full view of Malcom's vision. "When I first had Cryax tied to my table he had already gone through multiple phases of grief, he begged for his life, he threatened mine, he attempted to barter and woo me with pointless riches or information."

Vornskr picked up a ritualistic dagger, it's blade curved and etched with dark runes that pulsed infrequently as Vornskr caressed it as if he would a lover. He turned back towards Malcom and easily crossed the distance between the table and the slab the poor man was tied to, his eyes gleaming with hunger as he displayed the vile weapon to him. "He even begged me to let him be my slave so long as his body went unmolested, but what Cryax didn't know at the time, and what you will soon learn, is that he was my slave the moment that brute Dredge dropped him off at my doorstep. Oh, he carries himself with an air of independence and perhaps that is my fault for letting him run around on a lenient leash, but that will be something I will quickly... After I finish you with you, of course!" A smile bloomed on the Sith's scarred face, a cruel and maddening sneer born of ultimate cruelty and sadism.

And with two swift motions he carved up Malcom's chest in the shape of an X, blood quickly seeping from the heinous wounds inflicted by the monstrous dagger.

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom just hummed in reply to the sith lords pointed remark. What was the point in talking that wasn't what this was about. This 'session' was about hurting Malcom to make [member="Cryax Bane"] suffer, he didn't need to talk for that to happen, his poor cry, what does one say to the sith lord who is torturing you anyway? "I will talk if you desire" He replied in a weak tone trying to sound like a strong one. Malcom's eyes followed [member="Darth Vornskr"] over to his table of implements but he swiftly flicked them back at sight of the surgical equipment. He was terrified of surgery, more so than he was of the torture. Torture was just about pain this sith wouldn't try to fix anything so that meant he couldn't fail. Malcom pressed his eyes shut and grunted as the sith recounted his tale about Cryax, this was the first real bit of information he'd heard about Cry's torture. The blue man didn't talk of it and the cripple didn't ask. "You won't get that from me I'm afraid" He forced out his mind hiding away in his memory of Cryax, smiling and the time he'd caught Malcom.

He didn't open his eyes even as he heard the sith return, this was going to hurt whether he watched or not so he prefered to see Cryax instead of his own blood. He grunted at the further stories about Cryax. They didn't warrant a reply, Malcom had known when he started seeing Cryax that beneath all the bravado he was just a fragile soul, they were easy to break ... so very easy. Malcom stayed hidden in his subconscious as the sith went on, he didn't see the blade or the smile.

He felt the blade though, screaming all manner of curses as it ripped swiftly through his flesh, he throw up a little in his mouth then swallowed, acrid burning spread through his throat and his eyes flashed open. The pain had pushed him into memories of his mother and she was the last person he wanted to see. He felt a sick warmth run over his chest as he began to bleed. it was like a blanket, a nasty painful blanket. His cursing continued, as did the thrashing, for a few seconds then he stopped and sank back down breath ragged.

"Calm down Malcom it will only get worse" His brain was speaking in his mother's voice now ... it made things immeasurably worse, would the woman never leave him be.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Perhaps not" he breathed as a sea of scarlet rose up from the canyons he had carved in Malcom's chest, his gloved hands already becoming slick with red as he ran his fingers across the jagged flesh. He deeply inhaled the scent of freshly spilled blood, an intoxicating aroma that quickly flooded his deprived senses with feelings that resembled joy and arousal. But the Sith Lord did not stand idle for long, his blade flashed again and he meticulously carved an intricate symbol of ancient Sith origin in the space between the uppermost arms of the X. To keep his other hand steady he pushed down on Malcom's body to alleviate any painful thrashing that might cause his hand to jump a bit and ruin the inscription. And Malcom would definitely not want that to happen, otherwise Vornskr would have to flay the offending tract of skin and replace it with synthetic tissue.

All of which would be extremely painful.

Luckily for him Vornskr managed to keep the man's body relatively steady, and with a satisfied smirk he took a step back to appreciate his initial work. "You're looking much better, Malcom. A little pale in the face, but what's a little blood loss compared to the piece of art your body shall become under my experienced hand?"

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom felt sick, between the stench of his own blood and the bitter sting of the of the gloves running over the tears in his flesh. He kept his eyes shut as the noise of his blood dripping away pounded his ears. His chest was in agony and his head was thumping. Curse this sith, he groaned in pain as his breathing calmed. He didn't regret taking cryax's place though ... the chiss was worth it. Cryax had to be worth it. he was mad to be here if his blue man wasn't and malcom was no madman, no matter what the doctors said. Then the pain began anew first with a firm hand pinning him down sending pain shooting across the nasty X in his flesh then the knife returned cutting some complex pattern into the top of his chest. He screamed and threw his head around but his chest remained pinned. No doubt that meant [member="Darth Vornskr"] got his pattern in properfly.

Flaying might hurt but so did cutting , cutting hurt like hell.

Malcom didn't open his eyes even as the sith stepped back. He didn't want to look he'd throw up if he looked. He tipped his head over as the sith taunted him "Your art form hurts like a b***h My Lord, I feel like crap " He really wanted to faint right about that moment then he could wake up when it was all over and he was back in cryax's arms. He was glad he couldn't look it sounded like he was a mess and that would put him over the edge. He'd promised himself he wouldn't cry and he wouldn't.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"I've heard that pain is the purest form of cleansing one's self, but I find it to better described as the ultimate catalyst." whispered the Sith Lord as he began working on another inscription in Malcom's flesh, carving with a surprisingly delicate grace that didn't seem possible for one so brutal and enraptured by violence. "Pain causes a man to do all sorts of things, Malcom. Physical pain, emotional pain, mental pain, spiritual pain... They drive people to seek vengeance against those that have caused them harm, to strive to uphold the tenants of the greater good because of their painful experiences at the hands of those with the power to inflict such suffering, perhaps to help others avoid the same agony they themselves suffered first hand. And then there are those like me who are fascinated with the concept of pain, hungry to inflict it and tolerant against it's sting."

He added some finishing touches to his latest inscription, which began to seep blood profusely into the sluice gate situated beneath the metal slab. The blood flowed through channels built into the floor and was deposited into a glass vat where hooded blood-priests engineered synthetic blood from the original samples, and contained them in a secondary vat armed with robotic syringes that roamed around on treads. Another cadre of servants helped guide the monstrosity filled to the brim with synthetic blood into the torture chamber right as Vornskr finished up, and began to attach the syringes to Malcom's arms allowing the new blood to perpetually replace the blood that was lost through the torture process, ensuring that Malcom survived no matter how much blood spilled out of his broken body by the end of it.

"And one day you will understand the madness of my methods, and you will revel in your own suffering."

[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Malcom Langly"]