Asphyxia [castlevania, promptbingo challenge]
Title: Asphyxia
Fandom: Castlevania
Rating: PG-13 (For some really suggestive situations.)
Prompt: Asphyxiation
Word Count: 702
Summary: (Maxim/Lydie) Deprived of his dreams, Maxim succumbs to the chaos within his soul and becomes the vessel of the very thing he set out to destroy, killing his precious friend in the confusion.
When a man is deprived of his dreams, his soul suffocates from the suppression. He eventually succumbs to the lack of hope and humanity, collapsing into a fragile shell of what he once was. Driven by torment, he staggers forward in this life and desperately seeks a means to end his thoughtless existence. Only in the quiet repose of death can men like these be truly content.
"Maxim, what's wrong with you? Why are you doing this?" Lydie exclaimed frantically, beating upon the back of her childhood friend as he mindlessly wandered into yet another chamber. He rescued her from that skeletal beast, and now he claimed to want her for his own. His sudden change in behavior was odd and it frightened her. What was he hoping to accomplish?
The sullen man answered in a rigid, stony voice, "You couldn't possibly begin to fathom the anguish that Juste has put me through. He has taken everything from me; everything but you, that is."
"Stop talking like that! Juste loves you, as do I!" The young woman protested as her captor gently lowered her into the cold, marble floor. Leaning over her trembling form, he smiled and combed through her honey-blond hair with his gloved fingers. All he needed was her approval and consent. Only then could finally unite as one flesh; something he'd wanted from the start.
"And I love you, Lydie." he whispered into her ear, sending shivers through her entire being as he drew her nearer to his chest. Feeling her body reverberate against his fearfully, he frowned and stroked her back, muttering, "Don't be alarmed. I promise to be gentle..."
Lydie wildly shook her head about and sobbed into his arms, "Please, Maxim, stop this insanity! Let's go home already..."
"No, you will be mine!" The hunter declared with a bellow, casting her into the floor again. Her rejection was the catalyst of his dark transformation into the true master of Castlevania. Grasping his head and thrashing, he shrieked as his mortal soul was overwhelmed with chaos. He slumped over and collapsed into a heap.
"Dear God in Heaven, save him!" The maiden cried, rushing to his side and shaking him. After several unsuccessful attempts, she doubled over his limp form and wept bitterly, cursing the castle and all of its wicked influence.
Suddenly, Maxim shuddered beneath her grip, bolting upright. His hands viced around her little shoulders and dragged her into his poisonous wake. All manner of worldly love had abandoned his dark eyes, replaced by a demonic, crimson lust.
"My sweet little Lydie," came his tender voice, "now you shall know the pain of a man without a dream. Without hope or faith."
Grinding his armor-clad body against her, he laughed as she clawed at his arms and begged him to stop. He continued to ignore her protests, and fervently locked his lips over hers, reveling in the warmth building between them. His hands moved away from her shoulders and wandered into her blouse, caressing the innocent curves of her breasts. An instinctive hunger flooded his senses, and he took his lips from her gaping mouth to nuzzle her bulging throat.
"S-stop, I beg of you!" Lydie screamed, kicking against his thighs.
Maxim's breath was hot upon her neck as he hissed in reply, "It is far too late for that."
Lydie's clear, blue eyes darted to the side. Sheer terror invaded her crumbling spirit as her old friend opened his mouth, and a pair of fangs were revealed. This was not Maxim Kishe, but some bloodthirsty beast. Her kind companion was gone.
The chamber became silent as Maxim withdrew from Lydie's neck, quivering from the weight of his sin and ghastly desire. Momentarily, he returned to his mortal shell, and looked upon the still form of his little friend in horror. Her lifeblood dribbled from his lips and stained his hands. Convulsing and sobbing uncontrollably, he held her rigid body against his own, overcome with grief.
And then, the unthinkable transpired; the door to the chamber opened, and a familiar figure stepped through the threshold. The consumed hunter dropped his intended prey, and turned new eyes onto the intruder, rasping,
"Welcome to Hell, old friend."
Fandom: Castlevania
Rating: PG-13 (For some really suggestive situations.)
Prompt: Asphyxiation
Word Count: 702
Summary: (Maxim/Lydie) Deprived of his dreams, Maxim succumbs to the chaos within his soul and becomes the vessel of the very thing he set out to destroy, killing his precious friend in the confusion.
When a man is deprived of his dreams, his soul suffocates from the suppression. He eventually succumbs to the lack of hope and humanity, collapsing into a fragile shell of what he once was. Driven by torment, he staggers forward in this life and desperately seeks a means to end his thoughtless existence. Only in the quiet repose of death can men like these be truly content.
"Maxim, what's wrong with you? Why are you doing this?" Lydie exclaimed frantically, beating upon the back of her childhood friend as he mindlessly wandered into yet another chamber. He rescued her from that skeletal beast, and now he claimed to want her for his own. His sudden change in behavior was odd and it frightened her. What was he hoping to accomplish?
The sullen man answered in a rigid, stony voice, "You couldn't possibly begin to fathom the anguish that Juste has put me through. He has taken everything from me; everything but you, that is."
"Stop talking like that! Juste loves you, as do I!" The young woman protested as her captor gently lowered her into the cold, marble floor. Leaning over her trembling form, he smiled and combed through her honey-blond hair with his gloved fingers. All he needed was her approval and consent. Only then could finally unite as one flesh; something he'd wanted from the start.
"And I love you, Lydie." he whispered into her ear, sending shivers through her entire being as he drew her nearer to his chest. Feeling her body reverberate against his fearfully, he frowned and stroked her back, muttering, "Don't be alarmed. I promise to be gentle..."
Lydie wildly shook her head about and sobbed into his arms, "Please, Maxim, stop this insanity! Let's go home already..."
"No, you will be mine!" The hunter declared with a bellow, casting her into the floor again. Her rejection was the catalyst of his dark transformation into the true master of Castlevania. Grasping his head and thrashing, he shrieked as his mortal soul was overwhelmed with chaos. He slumped over and collapsed into a heap.
"Dear God in Heaven, save him!" The maiden cried, rushing to his side and shaking him. After several unsuccessful attempts, she doubled over his limp form and wept bitterly, cursing the castle and all of its wicked influence.
Suddenly, Maxim shuddered beneath her grip, bolting upright. His hands viced around her little shoulders and dragged her into his poisonous wake. All manner of worldly love had abandoned his dark eyes, replaced by a demonic, crimson lust.
"My sweet little Lydie," came his tender voice, "now you shall know the pain of a man without a dream. Without hope or faith."
Grinding his armor-clad body against her, he laughed as she clawed at his arms and begged him to stop. He continued to ignore her protests, and fervently locked his lips over hers, reveling in the warmth building between them. His hands moved away from her shoulders and wandered into her blouse, caressing the innocent curves of her breasts. An instinctive hunger flooded his senses, and he took his lips from her gaping mouth to nuzzle her bulging throat.
"S-stop, I beg of you!" Lydie screamed, kicking against his thighs.
Maxim's breath was hot upon her neck as he hissed in reply, "It is far too late for that."
Lydie's clear, blue eyes darted to the side. Sheer terror invaded her crumbling spirit as her old friend opened his mouth, and a pair of fangs were revealed. This was not Maxim Kishe, but some bloodthirsty beast. Her kind companion was gone.
The chamber became silent as Maxim withdrew from Lydie's neck, quivering from the weight of his sin and ghastly desire. Momentarily, he returned to his mortal shell, and looked upon the still form of his little friend in horror. Her lifeblood dribbled from his lips and stained his hands. Convulsing and sobbing uncontrollably, he held her rigid body against his own, overcome with grief.
And then, the unthinkable transpired; the door to the chamber opened, and a familiar figure stepped through the threshold. The consumed hunter dropped his intended prey, and turned new eyes onto the intruder, rasping,
"Welcome to Hell, old friend."