****Blood Warning: This chapter contains descriptive mentions and scenes of blood and gore. You can skip this chapter if you do not feel comfortable with such scenes. EXPLICIT GORE WARNING! Read at your own discretion! You have been warned.****
The scream she had wanted to emit got lost in her throat when the axe hit her and got stuck blade first and four inches deep in her forehead. Her wide red eyes remained caught in fear as blackest blood gushed from the wound, spraying like a sprinkler drenching her hair and rushing down her face before she crumpled to the floor on her back. Body faced towards the ceiling.
The one responsible for such an action and reaction stood high up amongst the damaged extra shelves and ceilings. Sakaer watched as the puddle of Carmilla's blood grew with each passing second while his skin knitted itself back at the same pace. His blood ran to meet the ground with hers, the wounds both she and the sword inflicted still open until it started closing and the blood slowed to a trickle before it completely stopped. He jumped down from the rafters. The floor, sleek with blood and fluid, cluttered with pieces of wood, paper and metal.
His clothes were nothing more than rags and string slipping off his body and drenched in his own blood. He walked over to Carmilla's body and hunched down beside it. Her red hair drenched in blood, her pale marble skin stained with its ink. The axe still protruding from her head. He made no move to remove it. She really thought she had killed him. So much for being an all powerful abomination. Sakaer did not delude herself like she did with him. He knew she was not dead. But he had gotten her close.
Her slid his fingers over her the expanse of her left arm. An arm that she had always favoured when holding him close, when loving and tormenting him. He reached the base of her arm and skimmed the expanse of her shoulder, remembering how soft it was when he would press his lips to it when they made love. He did exactly what he wanted to do with the memory. He gripped her shoulder and tore her arm off. The sound of ripped muscle and the snap of bone and tendon was music to his ears. And even more satisfying that he knew she felt it all. The pain was little compared to the indignation of someone ripping her arm away. Making her an imperfect perfection. Using the axe would have been easier and made cleaner cuts but he wanted to do it with his bare hands and he wanted the tear to be as jagged and as messy as possible.
The rush of blood from both the arm in his grasp and the stump it was previously attached to made him smile. Along with being the first creature in heaven, on earth and in hell to ever dismembered her made this all sweeter. He waved her own hand mockingly at her with a cheerful smile on his face.
He stood up and went to her desk. He was not stupid. He knew what he came for and where she had put it. He had just played along to make certain of it. Sakaer walked around her desk and pressed the fingers of the arm in his hold below the desk. With a swish and a click, the hidden compartments of the desk opened revealing treasures to him. And they were not those a human would consider. In those drawers contained the flash drive, a couple of records, old documents and every charm Carmilla had used to create and force her will on two fifth of the demons and slaves she had created and enslaved. The magic was not just in her bite or her cunt.
Two fifths was not much but with Carmilla being a power hungry bitch straight from literal hell that small fraction could be up to hundreds. If not thousands. Sakaer fashioned clothes for himself, the exact ones he had worn when he entered the den. As he searched for his charm, and he found it. Slightly disappointed and enraged that she had indeed found him so below the bar that he had kept his charm in a desk. He dropped her arm and it hit the floor with a dull thud and took the most important things, the flash drive and his charm and stuffed it in his pocket and zipped it shut. He went after the documents and records next, folding them and stuffing them in his other pants pocket, he would look at them at a later time.
He fashioned a small bag with the energy he has left in his reserve and started scooping heaping handfuls of trinkets. Some fashioned of gold, gems, ivory, bone and plants. Some as simple as photos, children's toys and plastic pieces of jewellery.
He gathered them all into the bag, closed it up and swung it over his bag. This was a much bigger haul than he had expected. See. His Lily was good luck. He had to leave soon though. Carmilla would start to wake up in a few hours but he did not put it past her to push herself past her regeneration process just out of spite and to seek vengeance. He left the other drawers untouched. There was nothing of any real importance in them at all.
At the very least, he had enough power to meet her on a higher level than he had once been before. If he was not so keen on seeing his lily this...what was it? Morning? He would have ripped a few more parts off his former mistress and tried looking for more charms. He could not do the latter but the first he could make a little time for.
He walked over to Carmilla's body again. The blood now spread far around her. He stood over her and looked down on her. He brought his foot to her other arm and stepped on it, applying enough force to break the bone and separate the arm from the rest of her with a beautiful scrunch. He picked it up and threw it aside. He heard it hit a shelf before it fell to the ground followed by the books and the shelf itself.
He did not stop there, with his hands tore the rest of her bloody robe, he dug into her stomach and ripped out the contents, splaying them across the floor. He came to her legs and broke them at the knees, he threw them all over the room.
He came to her face and raked his claws over it, slicing and digging deep. He inscribed the word ‘Porneia’ across her forehead where the axe would allow. He scribbled the word ‘Meretrix’ across her chin and mutilated the rest. He knew that she would like that one. After all, it was in her favorite language. Latin. He bet it would remind her of home.
He could feel her pain and her indignation clearly now. He smiled, laughed a little even and continued his handiwork on her face. He tore her ears off with his teeth and using his fingers stuffed them into her gaping mouth, making sure it was pressed so close to the back of her throat, so when she woke up she would have no choice but to swallow. She was not using them for anything after all. Since she obviously never heard all his confessions of love or heard his pleas for freedom and peace.
He took her lips with his and pressed a fleeting kiss to it even against her blood before he opened his mouth and took her lips in his teeth and tore them off. He spat the pieces of flesh and her blood out of his mouth. He went for her neck and tore out chunks of it, spitting them out to the floor like he would flesh he had found sour and filled with pus. He grew tired and with one final spit, he wiped his mouth clean.
When he was satisfied, he stood up off of her and examined his handiwork. It was a bloody mess guaranteed to make any doctor or torturer quake in their scrubs and gloves and shrink in fear and disgust. Or marvel. Sakaer liked it. He cleaned himself of her blood again and he turned to leave when an idea popped in his head. He went back to the desk and picked up the arm he had used to assist him. In a flash he was over her again. He opened her legs and tsked. Always going without panties in any and all situations. With his hand positioned the fingers on the arm to make the fuck you sign and he pushed it into her. He let go of the arm, smiling like the maniac he was and walked out of the study and left Carmilla's den without so much as a peep from anyone.
He flashed back to his apartment. His little retaliation and act of vengeance had been sweet but Carmilla had never been known for giving up or letting anything she considered an injustice to her person to not go without severely being punished. He had to round up his new soldiers and take his lily and leave from this place. Before Carmilla came to and tore up more than half the city and the combed through the neighbouring ones looking for him and his lily.
First order of business. Gather the soldiers and ready the battlements.