((content warning: a man gets tortured. It is vague))
Slow, purposeful footfalls echoed through the empty stone room. The sounds of struggle and rattling chains had ceased an hour prior.
The dark red robed figure stilled in front of one of his prisoners, the leader of them. He had poisoned them, not lethally, but enough to paralyze them. He had strict orders to make this as painful as possible.
Nimraph paused, 'Why am I doing this? I am no longer a servant of the Dark Lord…'
The older man in the chains sneered, "You are a friend of his, ain't you?"
Nimraph slowly grinned, "I am yes. I was informed of your crimes; abuse of your wife and children, your children's children. You murdered your wife. That is not even the most heinous crime."
Nimraph reached up sharply, an iron gauntleted hand grabbed the prisoner's chin, forcing him to look at him, "Now, not even I have done what you have done, and I have served the Nine and Sauron himself. You make me look good. I have my orders, and I will gladly carry them out. I don't even need orders for this."
Nimraph smirks coldly, seeing his prisoner's face falter.
'Ah yes, this is why… How dare he hurt those I care about and have sworn to protect…'
Nimraph reached up, checking that the chains holding his prisoner were secure. He grabbed a rather ornate ceremonial dagger, looking it over, "Now, what do you have to say for yourself." He looked up after a few minutes of silence, "Nothing? I see."
Nimraph paced around the man, "I am a former servant of Agnmar and protector of the family you sired. I am by no means a good man. Let us see… how many cuts? How much blood to let?"
One for each my brothers; Dem and Eg.
One for each of Egfor's sisters.
Another one each for their husbands.
And one each for their children.
Five for his wife, may she rest in peace.
One for my love.
One for each of my children.
One for each of Dem's and Eg's children.
One for...
One for...
Another for…
More…
MORE.
Nimraph stops, hesitating, his arms and face warm from blood. He stares impassively at his prisoner, "Oh quit your whining. Your actions have consequences." He turned and grabbed a glass of wine he had earlier and doused the man's wounds in it, "Now, sit here and think about what you have done while I deal with your minions." He spoke in a mockingly cruel voice.
Nimraph held his blood soaked robe in a bundle under his arm as he slipped back into the residence they were staying at. He tiptoed over to where the laundry was done, letting his robe soak in salt water overnight.
He follows his nose to the kitchen and finds a blueberry muffin. He delightfully picks it up, picking at it as he approaches his and Eira's shared room.
