Demonic Suffering

Radix lifted the goblet in Chavias’s direction. Sloshing some of Chavias’s blood on his skinny, gnarled fingers and black nails. “Let’s see what secrets you’ve let up today.”

Radix gulped the fluid down. So greedily that it ran down the corners of his mouth.

Radix was heedless. Focused on the visions running behind his eyes.

Chavias’s memories peeled through his mind. Images of Chavias laughing with his gold-haired friend. Or playfully sparring with the others. Then the world darkened into an endless stream of days in his miserable cell in the caves.

The blood was tainted with Chavias’s misery giving it a bitter flavor.

Which had been the moment that Chavias had gained control over the pain. Feeding into his blood the most mundane memories he possessed.

Radix spit the last swallow of Chavias’s blood out. Not caring for the taste of those memories of his cavernous prison.

“Strong stronghold?” Okine chirped hopefully. Wondering if Radix