Dreams of Evil

Diablo

Brace yourself, weary traveler, as the Lake of Dark Dreams allows you entrance into the subconscious of Diablo, Lord of Terror. Do not let the demon's fantasies engulf you too far, for your sake…

Diablo slumbers now, and in his dreams you see him desecrating the body of a young woman. Her garb and the staff lying near her denote her as a Zann'Esu, a Sorceress, and yet she is not fighting the Lord of Terror. In his dreams, he controls her, dominates her mind, body, and soul. He owns her.

A demon's cry of rage tears into your mind, and Diablo fidgets in his sleep. The scenario changes some. The dream still includes Diablo and the Zann'Esu, but this time, he does not own her, and this amuses him. Her terror and hatred strengthen him as he forces her small body beneath his own massive form and humiliates her in the worst ways possible, laughing as her screams of obscenities echo around him. Diablo knows he's only dreaming, but it's still too much fun for him to want to wake up.

As he dreams of taking her, he plays through several possible reactions on her part. Maybe he breaks her spirit, maybe she keeps fighting with all the spit and fire that the Zann'Esu are famous for. He decides he likes it better when he doesn't break her spirit. Her futile struggles for freedom and dignity entertain him.

He plants his seed deep within her, and his dream changes yet again as he imagines the horror and repulsion the Zann'Esu must feel as her womb swells with the monster within her. In his mind, Diablo does not harm the Zann'Esu, because he knows she wants him to hurt her, to kill her, or kill the child, so he doesn't. He treats her with gentleness to terrify and infuriate her further.

And when his son is born, Diablo dotes on the half-breed boy and makes the mother watch, disgusted, as the spawn of terror – the spawn that erupted from her womb no less – is taught and reared to the highest degree of perfection that any half-breed could hope to achieve. Diablo chuckles again in his sleep. The Zann'Esu was sent to defeat him and stop the spread of Terror across the land. Instead, she is helping his Terror spread farther.

Diablo returns to the Zann'Esu, intent upon raping her again but this time their son watches in mild interest. The sheer revulsion on the woman's face almost makes the demon explode prematurely, but he has control. This hatred of him, the sickening anger as he buries himself within her, he wants this to last as long as he can make it. It's sweet agony, this reaction she has to him, and finally he feels the euphoria overshadowing his control and he lets go, feeling both satisfied and disappointed – the former due to his intense sexual gratification, the latter, because he couldn't make it last longer. But that last part doesn't matter so. She is his prisoner. He will return to her any time he chooses.

I suggest you withdraw now, weary traveler, before Diablo's dreams take you any farther in and you become trapped in his mind forever. Such is the danger of this Lake, and of your curiosity, damnable human. Rest now, and then continue.

Author's Note: Heron mentioned that this was going to be ugly, right? Heh, even the Guardian (the other major POV) may prove not to be as nice as they seem at first, later. This story is not in Heron's usual style, but this is Heron blowing off a lot of steam that's been festering, and next chapter, Heron might remember to bring barf bags for those of a weak constitution. Fare thee well, weary traveler.