- K_K_S_'s Works
WitchFall
A particularly dark tale. Not for the faint of heart.
He was the all-powerful Magistrate Mathis.
The man that accused the witches and then found them guilty in the dungeons of WitchFall Fortress.
I had feared ever being one of them, but not enough not to be determined to figure out why he didn't seem to be what he was.
So I followed him into the woods one day and discovered the one secret he was willing to wreak havoc to keep.
The secret he'd make me pay for ever knowing.
And if he couldn't have me on my terms, well he was certainly powerful enough to find a way, wasn't he?
The most horrible kind of way...
Barely understanding what was happening I soon found myself in the worst place I could possibly be. And under his complete control...
Spark
I am a Catalyst.
The Spark, the lore calls me.
The problem with being a Spark was two-fold.
Monsters were drawn to me. And I'd known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male.
I was drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much could I really resist their primal aggression?
You'd think that with my time as a Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn't know where to begin.
Every male creature lusted for me, especially the monsters. And I for them.
The trick I faced was in trying not to attract every unholy thing I came across. And when I did, in identifying which just wanted to possess me and which might actually kill me.
I was clearly failing. On both accounts.
Managing Mages
Hawk had been tormenting me as long as I could remember.
I was a young mage and my power was still growing. But they thrust me under his watch in the service to our Warlord. And damn him for enjoying every moment he can torment me.
Every time I think my power strong enough to challenge him, he finds new ways to torture me.
He's told me that I'm his little prey and he'll be kinder when I succumb to him but I've vowed to never let the overbearing, insufferable cad put a hand on my bare skin.
It's a battle of wills and wits. He may be more clever but I'm certainly more stubborn!
But one thing I've learned about Hawk, never underestimate his conniving...I should've known better than to challenge him.
After all, he's made a name for himself by his skill in Managing Mages.
Warlord's Ward
He came into our village like a shadow.
A Dark Dread filled with powerful magic. The King merely called him Warlord. And he owned the name.
Leaving wreckage in his wake.
But for me he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise.
As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience.
Anything he wants if me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand.
His power is an all consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it.