#valian is in so much pain rn
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13. How it's Done.
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cw: forced to hurt, knife cuts, torture, inhuman whumpers
You look at the knife and then at Valian.
They stay silent.
The eyes of all three agents are on you, watching with a calculation that hides exactly how much they’re enjoying this.
There’s no way out of this. The horror leaves a taste in your mouth like death. But what can you do? You can try not to step on the blood as you cross the grass. So you do. The walk is over far too soon. Before you know it, the knife is glinting in the light, hovering over Valian’s back.
Valian is shaking, forehead pressed into the tree. Braids fall around their face and you find that you’re grateful you don’t have to look them in the eye as you do this.
A small mercy.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
Steel and blood.
No answer.
You trace a thin line down Valian’s shoulder with the blade. It’s enough to draw blood, but more of a scratch than anything.
Behind you, there’s a hiss of displeasure.
So you drive another line into Valian’s skin.
You hear a hiss that’s more of a growl. The sound echoes like it comes from a cavern.
Another scratch.
“Stop.”
You freeze, and a drop of scarlet blood rolls down the edge of the blade. It continues on its path down your wrist. Down your wrist, along your arm.
“You have failed to show your fealty to us and to the Council.” You’re pretty sure it's the leader who’s speaking. Her voice doesn’t echo, or burn. It’s deeper than both of the others. You’ve heard stories of the god of death as a child and you think this is what death would sound like.
Monotone.
Horrifying.
A creeping warning in every one of her words.
You turn slightly, clutching the blade with sweaty hands like it’s a lifeline. Why are the corners of your vision darkening?
You’re not that scared.
Yes. Yes, you are.
The agents stare down at you. Judge, executioner, and jury. All with four arms. The leader waves Solis forward and she takes the knife from you.
She grabs the knife by its blade, and though it cuts her, there is no blood. She smiles, showing all her teeth.
“Let me show you how it's done.”
It happens so fast, it's a blur. The knife is a flashing blur of steel and Valian’s back is nothing but red.
Your vision is red. And black. You can’t watch this.
Solis rips open Valian’s back. Shreds it like its paper. A whip couldn’t inflict more damage than Solis with the knife.
You’re vaguely aware of Valian’s choked cries. The roaring in your ears muffles most of the screams.
Behind you, a voice echoes. “Watch this. Do not look away. After Solis is done, your own suffering will commence.”
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