The Stolen Pact

[Jess]

Cursed are the ones who's hands are covered in the blood of their kin.

The voice had always been there, for as long as they could remember at least.. A hand affixed to their shoulder, guiding, teaching, commanding. The words whispered with a silver tongue, a temptation that couldn't be denied.

A desire, to hold the life of other beings in their grasp.. What right did they have to refuse..? It began with animals, the voice promising ever more as small hands clenched the knife.. a blade that would paint dozens of scarlet masterpieces.

"If it cannot preserve it's own life, then it is yours to claim."

Horrified faces, and hushed whispers, it wasn't long before those who supposedly cared for them grew afraid.. but the voice had warned them. No one could be trusted, the voice's law applied even to their chosen. Though they weren't like the beasts of the field, not at all. 

The memory a haze of screaming and blood, the knife their paintbrush as they painted a new picture entirely, one that would only be the prologue to a story written in only crimson.

"Take my mark from the one who didn't deserve to bear it, take it, and grow."

[Jess]

He heard me call for him.. and he came..
 
Their hands painted with a new shade of red, and the lingering remnants of the screams upon their ears, they could only ever wonder why so few heeded his call. His hands had closed upon them, an embrace as loving as they had ever felt, the pain that had spread throughout only a sign of his acceptance of them.
 
"The pain of your victim.. must be your own."
 
They didn't argue, didn't question, why would they..? No. They embraced it, even as they screamed themselves. This was his test, and it wasn't one they would fail.

  

"For you my Chosen, a blessing.. and a curse."

  

A void torn asunder, and a hunger that could not be sated, they knew only one thing could provide relief.. but was it worth the pain once more..?

  

Of course it was.