He found her in the lost woods, a place for discarded annoyances. She, like all others there was lost, without a hope of escape. Her clothes torn, her body broken, her mind worse ? Such was the design on this place, to give you hope, and string you along until you llose all semblance of that hope, and of yourself....
He had to admit, it was designed well.
What he found interesting though about Lucy, was that where most souls locked away in these woods tend to wind up a wandering ghost, or on some mindless mission that hopelessly repeats itself... She however, was interesting indeed. She had lost her mind, of that he was sure... but her madness didn't seem to turn on itself like the others...
No, not this bloody little mess of a soul. Instead of introverting into her own madness, she seemed to be hunting the others. Mutilating them with tooth and nail. It seemed to be a game of hers to view this hopeless new world from the perspective of new eyes, fresh from the socket.
A ravenous one, she was... Indeed... She would make a fine addition to his collection. That's the moment that he decided to acquire her.
You have to understand though, just like any new addition to ones entourage, there is some flux time needed. Time to get to know one another and the expectations that come along. Sometimes the transition is easy, and sometimes the subject needs to be taught what is right, how to think, and so forth... Like a government employee, or perhaps a new dog. Lucy wasn't any different, she would eventually be worth all that hard work... there was a lot of promise to be had in that savage tattered soul.
It started as they all do, with a seed. Normally something innocuous, barely noticed, just a simple seed of his special design. Normally it was planted covertly and left to germinate on it's own, spreading darkness throughout the host, and inseminating them with his voice. It was a wonderful gift to receive. Not only did it connect the bearer to his greatness, and allow them to hear the whispers of the almighty Malcor, Lord God of the abysmal depths. But it also would draw it's power from the darkness surrounding it granting the bearer accelerated healing, added boosts of strength, and overall well being for as long as he felt that you deserved the honor of his blessing. Truly a magnificent gift. But not to worry, it can never be taken away unless he wills it. As all seeds do, in time, his blessing grows roots. Roots that infiltrate the body, mind, and spirit in such a way that it can never be forcefully stolen from away from the bearer, like Bermuda grass for instance. There is no feasible way to remove it without completely destroying everything beautiful about your lawn, and even then... it may still grow back...
For that he preferred her consent, not because he needed it mind you, but because it made it all the more sporting. However, Lucy showed too much promise... Malcor saw something in her that he has been searching for a long time to find... a key of sorts, if you will. One that could unlock everything for his plans. He planted the first seeds in a brier bush, and simply made sure that it would grow to catch her skin as she passed by, covertly planting them in her skin, to burrow down securely inside her.
He then began with simple suggestions, subtle advice in the form of a whisper on her day to day movements. He warned her of rock slides, pointed her toward new prey. Insisted she rest when she needed it most. She fought his voice at first as if it were madness, but eventually relented. In time she began to welcome it, until finally she depended on it. His voice had become her companion, her Last thread of sanity to hold onto. her light in the eternal darkness of the lost woods. Only one last thing to do before she would be truly his... the day came, when he became still, and remained quiet. It was as if the light to her world went out.
He stayed quiet for some time, long enough for her to lose almost all thread of hope. She felt abandoned, alone... and worst of all helpless. A feeling she had never felt before in her life. The pangs brought on by this were breathtaking.
Until the time was right, he waited. Until her need was at its greatest, he watched silently.
Then there came the day when he was confident that she was ready for oblivion. He then dispatched his band of tormentors, that prowled these lands. The were bidden to bring her close to death, to ravage and mutilate her body at their will, but not to kill her.
Just as he had forseen, after the ordeal she was ready for the next step.
Poor broken Lucy, left there to rot, she begged, she cried, and pleaded for him to save her, to take her, she gave herself to him.
The next that she knew, she would find herself shrouded in warm darkness, being cradled by her savior. She was naked, but warm, and completely safe. As a baby in the womb she was safe. She was his.
He whispered to her, the elation of hearing him again was more than she could bear. Tears of relief streamed down her face as he cooed to her, informing her that she was safe, that she was with him now. He told her that he would make her into his chosen, that she would shine above the others, that she would make him proud. He warned her that the change was hard, that there was much suffering and pain, that it meant sacrifice more than she could ever fathom.
weak as she was, it was all she could do to whisper 'yes'
repeatedly as she wept. In her tears was the promise to weather all, to be his, to bear all difficulty, anything... if it meant she could stay, she could be his forever.
Malcor wiped the blood stained hair from her face, soothing and wiping away her tears with his thumbs before leaning down to her and whispering "Forever and always"
before sealing their promise with a kiss. She would taste freedom as he tasted all of her, giving her his gifts and forever changing Lucy's destiny.
Completely spent, she collapsed in his arms, the world around her faded to black
((Photo's credited to the lovely Countess Grotesque))