“In parts yes, here…very, very few people are sorcerer like us with…our strange connections to magic.” I said as I cracked my knuckles against my other palm to show off the blackened coloration of my skin, “Most people here who are able to learn magic are of wizards, bards, paladins, clerics, rangers or druids…not many people make otherworldly connections to become warlocks or are born with our unique and innate powerful connection to magic.”
“What about in Sigia?”
“Sorcerers were common, all forms of mage practice was even because we saw no reason to restrict people learning of the arcane.” I said before flicking my hand, a black spectral hand lifted off my own lifting the stoppered decanter of red wine on the table, popping the crystal top before pouring myself and Aldoric glasses, obvious by the way I controlled it, it was something I had done before. The decanter softly landed back down as I picked up the wine glass, my own long fingers nearly fully able to wrap around the base of the bulb to the top rim.
“I am a death-touched sorcerer.”
“We were a…special breed in Sigia, there were many of us, but…it always brought rumors and whispers. The second princess was also a death-touched, but nobody really knows what happened to her.”
“You knew the second princess?”
“All death-touched went through the same training together, regardless of class.”
“And…your sword, the broadsword, was the second princess’ favored arming, no?”
“From what I heard and saw, yes, but when I came to during the siege, it was on the ground before me. I knew what it was, its cursed to only be able to be wielded by a death-touched, so I grabbed it and bolted.”
“What was she like? The second princess?”
“She was…very interesting, we got along well because we are the same age, plus the same magics that we learned together, she was loud, brash, crude and bloodthirsty. She was extremely smart, powerful and this…destructive force in the Sigian military.” I explained, it felt…weird talking about myself in this way, “She even at our younger age, she reveled in torture, she is bloodthirsty for violence and methodical with what she did, cunning and not against risking herself or those around her for what she wanted to do. She loved to prolong deaths of her enemies, make them as long and as painful as possible. Yet at the same time, she was a princess so…she was extremely noble, always very proper and when not fighting, she was a sweetheart.”
“Just that a princess would be so…cruel.”
“She always was, some people believe it was a side-effect of her being a death-touched, this carnal draw for blood. She was a kill first ask questions later kind of person, she would kill her enemies and use her magics to torture their spirits and corpses for information.” I said,
“What’d she look like?”
“Same black skin as me, all us death-touched had this, but she was…a lot paler than me near…icy pale, this mane of long flowing black hair always worn back in braids, buns, twists and things adorned with pins and things depicting bones, skulls or things of that sort, heavy, dark makeup and always in a full suit of black plate-mail, riding on the back of a black warhorse in barding made of bone.” I said, that is how I used to look, I miss it honestly. I cut off my hair when I got here to not look like myself, I’ve tanned extremely from being outside a ton, plus I rode on the underside of a ship for a month while I come here, my suit of black armor is the leather I usually wear, but I have a spell that condenses the shadows into a suit of black metallic armor onto me, Omen with the same spell would gain that barding of bone.
Aldoric laughed softly as he sat back, softly setting his hands on his lap, I looked down at the wine as I softly swirled it, I am immune to all forms of poisons and toxins, I could taste a truth serum was in my wine glass before the wine, but even that I am immune to because of my lack of needing food, my body can just choose to not absorb it or anything. I sighed as I set my wine glass down after drinking a good amount of it.
“Though I am surprised you’d resort to…things like a truth serum on me.” I said, he looked confused before a look of shame filled his eyes,
“My…parents told me to, how could you tell?”
“Full immunity to poison and toxins, if my body senses something I don’t like or could hurt me, my body just burns it off. Do you not trust me, Aldoric?”
“Its just…my brother is so…adamant about Sigian people being like…monsters who do nothing, but destroy and kill.” He said softly folding his arms, “He learned it a bit from our parents, so when I said that you were going to be here, they…insisted on me using a truth serum on you to get…as much information as possible.”
“I see” I said quietly, “Well, its sad that they believed I was so untrustworthy that they need to effectively drug me to get me to tell the truth.” I added, though inside I was just laughing at how I was just lying directly to his face. I am not trustworthy at all, I mean…I’m an assassin and I’ve killed…thousands upon thousands of people.
“I’m sorry they think that as well.”
After dinner, I had a majority of the wine, but Aldoric after two glasses was still hammered, soon after dessert, I had turned my chair a little to rest my arm on the table as I crossed my legs, he shakily stood before stumbling over to me before seating himself on my lap, straddling my legs as he wrapped his arms around my neck, his skin was super flushed, his pupils dilated huge and his skin felt hot to the touch,
“Please, Aram.” He said, pushing his hands down the back of my shirt, digging his nails into my skin, he wiggled on my lap to get closer till his thighs were holding onto my hips, “I…want you…I need you.” He begged before he kissed me, he kissed me intimately, hot and he pushed his tongue into my mouth as soon as his lips hit mine, I grabbed the back of his neck as I kissed back, knotting and twisting my tongue around his as I took control of everything, he melted in my arms, going near completely limp. I fuckin’ love sex, however I don’t do relationships, I don’t feel any kind of romantic attraction to people, any reason I show affection or something is purely done so because I want to sleep with them, nothing else, I do not want to have a relationship with someone, I do not like relationships, the idea of relationships makes me feel like my skin is crawling and gross, seeing couples makes me feel sick to my stomach. I love my family and everything, I can still appreciate the types of love or romance like in art, books or music, but only vicariously, I do not wish to experience them myself, I’m not afraid of intimacy or anything, but I just…don’t like it. So, am I going to fuck the prince? Yes, of course I am. Am I going to have a relationship with him, fuck no.
Honestly, the sex wasn’t that bad, despite him being quite drunk, it let me do the things I enjoy, I’m…honestly a sadist, when working, when not or even during text, I love to torture during sex in ways that aren’t painful, but obviously torture. I also left as soon as we were done, he instantly fell asleep, I just got out of his bed, got redressed and gathered my things before floating out of the palace walls.