The scene was one of twisted beauty and horror. The Spirit Realm's usually vibrant skies were muted, heavy clouds swirling. There, in the center of a barren expanse where not even the most tenacious plant dared to grow, Elysia—Fairy Queen of Light—hung suspended in the air.
Her once pristine white dress had been torn away, leaving her utterly exposed to the harsh light of day. Blood trickled from where jagged ropes, interwoven with shards of enchanted glass, bit into her delicate flesh. The bindings wrapped around her stomach and breast, digging in so deeply that the skin had split open in places, blood seeping out in a slow, agonizing rhythm.
The rope around her thighs was tied so tight that the muscle beneath looked bruised and crushed, the pressure ensuring she couldn't even twitch a finger, much less move.
Her eyes—once brilliant eralds that reflected the purity of her spirit—had been torn from their sockets. In their place were hollow, bleeding voids, the sockets leaking a steady stream of crimson down her pale cheeks. Her tongue, too, had been ripped out, leaving her mouth agape in a silent scream of pain and defiance.
And towering above her, like a malevolent deity savoring its victory, was Lilith Nocturna.
The Dark Fairy Queen watched with satisfaction, her ghostly white eyes glowing with a malicious glee. Every movent of hers was deliberate and slow, as if she was savoring the sight before her. The tendrils of dark energy that surrounded her writhed like living serpents, pulsing with power.
"There now, my dear Elysia," Lilith murmured softly, her voice a sweet, "You look so much better like this. No more defiance. No more fighting. Just… submission."
She floated closer, her wings—those skeletal, shimring extensions of her body—flickering with an eerie, purplish light. With a single, delicate finger, she traced along the deep gash around Elysia's breast, where the glass had cut through skin and muscle alike.
The touch was almost gentle, but the shards dug in deeper at the slightest pressure, causing Elysia's body to jerk in response, blood spurting anew.
"Ah, did that hurt?" Lilith cooed, feigning concern. "I thought you'd be used to pain by now, considering how you've suffered. But no matter, no matter… it's almost over." Her voice turned soft and almost tender, a stark contrast to the vicious smile twisting her lips.
She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The once proud Fairy Queen was nothing more than a broken, bleeding figure now, bound under the open sky.
With a light laugh, Lilith flicked her wrist, and another length of the razor-edged rope slithered up from the ground like a snake. It coiled around Elysia's neck, wrapping tightly until the shards dug into the flesh, causing fresh rivulets of blood to stain her collarbone.
"I always wondered what it would be like to see you like this," Lilith mused. "So beautiful… so utterly defeated."
She leaned in close, her lips brushing against Elysia's ear. "Tell , dear Elysia, can you feel it? The pain? The humiliation? The sense of complete, utter loss? Because this—" she gestured to the ropes, the glass, the ruined figure of her opponent, "—this is only the beginning."
Elysia's body shuddered, but without her eyes or tongue, there was no way for her to express the tornt she was in. Only the faint, ragged breaths escaping her lungs betrayed her suffering.
Lilith tilted her head, considering the Fairy Queen's mutilated form with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I'm almost sad this is how it ends for you. I thought you'd put up more of a fight." She straightened, brushing her hands as if to dust them off. "But it seems I was wrong. Even the mighty Elysia has her limits."
She laughed then, a high, lilting sound that echoed across the clearing. With a lazy wave of her hand, she summoned a small orb of darkness. The orb floated between her and Elysia, its surface swirling with chaotic energy.
"This little seal is going to keep you here, like this, for all eternity," Lilith purred. "No healing, no hope. Just endless, unrelenting agony. And you'll be out in the open for everyone to see… a testant to what happens when anyone dares to challenge ."
She paused, savoring the mont. Then, with a flick of her finger, she sent the orb flying towards Elysia. The mont it made contact with her chest, the orb expanded, dark tendrils burrowing into Elysia's wounds, sealing them shut with dark magic that prevented any form of healing. The tendrils spread, wrapping around her entire body like chains, securing her in place.
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"There we go," Lilith murmured, admiring the effect. "Perfect."
The clearing was silent except for the faint crackle of dark energy and the distant sound of Elysia's labored breathing. Lilith's smile widened.
Nyx beside Lilith was looked behind, thinking that where is Elental.
Nyx's attention was on the Spirit Realm around her. The Elental should have appeared by now.
With a frown, Nyx spread her senses wide, probing every corner of the realm. Forests, lakes, mountains—she searched them all, her power extending like a vast, inescapable net. But there was nothing. Not even the faintest whisper of elental energy.
"Strange…" she muttered, narrowing her eyes. "The Elental shouldn't be able to hide from , not in the Spirit Realm."
She extended her search again, this ti with more force, tearing through the Spirit Realm's protective barriers. Still, there was nothing. The Elental's essence was simply… gone.
Realization dawned slowly. "Of course," Nyx whispered,. "Elysia must have a kill it. Elental can be killed if it's not in the world it's born. What a stupid mistake I made."
Nyx looked at Elysia and she sighed, "Oh well. What's done is done. I suppose I'll just have to find a new pet."
She glanced at Lilith. "Lilith," she called out softly, "It's ti to leave."
Lilith looked at Elysia, one last ti before she and Nyx leave the spirit world.
Fairy Queen Elysia was glad that people of Spirit World were safe, although she is now sealed, people were free, and she knew that these people can still grow and protect themselves.
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