An Empty Darkness

POV Dagon

A dull pain is all I feel in every single fiber of my body. I groan low and rub my eyes with the palms of my hands. What the fuck happened?

I massage my pounding temples and try to envision what occurred. After a while, memories start flooding my mind like small fragments being shown in a vision portal.

That asshole of a Weyden stabbed me and dragged me out of Niam’s quarters. The excruciating pain he inflicted on me in what I assume was the torture room. Niam coming to my rescue. Her perfectly imperfect, scarred face spattered with blood. Her breathtaking green eyes, which generally stand aloof and distant, were filled with worry and fear. Her tears sliding down her face like little diamonds.