I Scored Myself A Mate

"How could you do this to my master?" The raven haired elf said, visibly gritting his teeth. He had entered the room holding a broom and rags but once he saw the two best friends hugging he dropped the cleaning supplies and looked at Mark with an angry look. "You two…what's going on between you?" he asked them and Mark shook his head confused until he realized the meaning behind his question. He believed that Alex and him had something going on, romantically which couldn't be more off. 

"No wait!" Mark said trying to explain his arms up in a stopping motion. "We broke in to find the key for the wing. We just wanted to snoop around…you know" he told him trying to make him understand that this was definitely not some secret rendezvous but an actual attempt to make Alex remember something. 

Ea didn't seem to get it though and Mark couldn't help but notice that firstly he was mad at him and not the both of them and second of all he was mad about the wrong reasons. He didn't seem upset that they had broken in the office. He seemed mad because he believed something had happened between them and he asked him how he could have done this to Theseus? Where did Theseus fit in the story of them possibly dating? Mark wondered and when he started to process everything his eyes widened. Of course. 

"The locked Wing? After what you did to my master you want to take Alex there? This room is the embodiment of his pain, his sorrow and you dare to bring your affair…"

"Ea, please. I don't understand what you mean" Alex said and looked at him calmly. The elf was upset, very upset to the point where his ears had turned a vivid, even in this pale darkness, red.

The elf stopped and looked at him, he seemed incredibly sad like he was himself deeply hurt by the scene. He almost seemed like a child who watched his dreams crumble in front of him. Alex felt his chest tightening. He didn't like seeing him like this, like he had done something to cause his pain.

"My master cares about you" The boy stated looking at Alex straight in the eyes. "Stop hurting him."

"I hurt him? How? I haven't known him for that long so please tell me what did I do to hurt him?" He asked him and his tone was smooth almost like he was talking to someone a lot younger even though it was the exact opposite. At least for now. 

"You want to see that wing so much? Let's go then." He said and hurried towards Alex. He grabbed his wrist and the two human boys didn't even manage to blink before they were separated. Mark had been left behind while on the other hand Alex had been teleported in front of an enormous door.

It was a pure white color and on it the flowers he had seen at the portal were elegantly carved. The poisonous ones, those who were made by the tears of a lover. His fingertips instinctively traced the detailed design as he took a deep breath. The hairs at the back of his neck rose and he felt shivers traveling sneakily down his spine. There was a weight on his chest and he couldn't tell if it was the effect of the unexpected teleport or the image on this door that made him feel like this. Ea without telling him another word took out a huge keychain from his pocket, filled with rusty old keys and unlocked the door.

It creaked loudly and slowly revealed the interior of the room. Alex could not see, it was complete darkness right in front of him and Ea's tense arm pushed him inside leaving him alone. He did not try to turn back nor he was shocked of being locked up again there. He didn't even turn to check if the door was actually shut, he just took a few steps further inside, blindly walking. Soon a light suddenly illuminated the room and Alex no matter how hard he looked and observed he couldn't find the source. The room was just bright now, even though it was still night outside. 

His pain and his sorrow. Those were the words the little elf had used and Alex sensed it. The dark and sinister magic, the bleeding pain and the agony. There was so much agony lingering in this room as if it was haunted. He could almost feel long fingers wrapping around his bandaged neck. This agony was trying to suffocate him and he wished that the room had never revealed its insides to him. He wished to be surrounded by that cold but still and unwavering darkness. It hurt to see, to sense, to feel. It hurt him being there. 

The room was almost empty except for a few destroyed paintings. They had all fallen on the floor or were hanged messily on the walls. They once had shiny golden frames but now they looked dull. In every single one of these paintings he could recognize his face. Smiling in many different ages, as a kid, as he grew older and he could not grasp the image of him having pointy ears, being taller and with a different more elegant and strong body than now. He looked like he belonged there, in those paintings. As if he was a mere fantasy of a better version. 

All these paintings were ruined. Claw marks and rips made them just scraps of materials and he thought it was a shame, in a lot of these he smiled, brightly and honestly dressed in gorgeous royal attires. There was one more. The last one he observed and picked up. He wasn't alone in this one rather he had a very special company. He knew it from the way he looked at this piece of art. His head was turned, looking at the face of the man next to him, dressed in black. His eyes were shining his smile could match no others and the love in his eyes was drowning him. He placed his palm in front of his face. Shushing himself as he began crying. 

The face of the man was ripped, probably shredded to piece and Alex couldn't help but wonder why? Why couldn't he see him? He needed to. The man was holding one of Allias' hands. He had a silver tattoo. A very pretty crescent moon with a shimmering star and thick lines underneath it that raveled all the way up to his arm. It was beautiful and Alex thought that it matched his, a moon and a sun, so far away from each other.

The only other thing on the room was a book, dressed in black leather and placed on a very small and round table. Alex walked towards it hastily and took it in his hands. It was a lot heavier than he thought. He flipped the cover revealing its insides to himself. He passed trough he very first pages hoping he would find something in the yellowish pages that would grab his attention. 

A page, just a small page hidden in this book with countless pages made his crying return. He began wailing as his eyes traced the lines and he fell on the floor, hyperventilating. He wasn't expecting to read something like this, he didn't want to read something like this if the pain he felt was going to tear his insides apart. He had seen only the good sides in his dreams, heard only of the very heroic stories, beautiful adjectives describing his name, people mentioning him with adoring eyes but this page was nothing like that. Yes, this was Allias' diary. Every page was written by him in the past and he could feel it. He knew he was the one who had written it and he could never imagine that even back then he would have felt like this. 

This destructive page had the same sentence written on it all over again and again. And with every line the letters would get more and more messed up, the ink would dissolve and old ear marks would make the letters hard to read. He already knew what it said though. He had understood it. 

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. 

Written all over again and again. It was a bad idea to flip the page and read the story that hid the depression behind these words. He knew it but he did it anyways. 

As he cried his eyes out he turned the page and experienced a darkness he never had before. 

<<Today is the day they saved me. I had been emprisoned for almost a month together with Ares. He came and killed them all, he grabbed me and took me out of there, hoping to ease my pain. 

It was already too late though.

They had already destroyed me.

Physically and mentally. >>

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NEXT CHAPTER WARNING!!!!!!! 

RAPE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, SELF HARM.

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