solar flare

The sight of moisture running along her cheek was like a balm to his greedy, depraved and otherwise nonexistent soul. It would seem she finally understood and could appreciate her current predicament. He felt his chest warm with happiness, stemming the remainder of his excitement for a far more opportune moment. He also knew that the moment he let his satisfaction become known, the universe would scheme some way to take it from him. Instead he just smiled at her like she'd done something as mundane as completing her daily chores. He reached out thumb away the tear, bringing it to suckle at his lips so that he might relish his victor in his own way. He fed off pain like this, for it compounded the breadth of his power, the tendrils stemming from each victory like this one compounding together to form something altogether formidable. 

He straightened again, standing back to his full height as he regarded her pathetic form slumped in the seat before him. Her fear was apparently but he had a feeling that she still did not appreciate the magnitude of her presence here. It was likely due to the fact that she hadn't even known the importance of the shard she'd possessed until it was too late. A shame really, that power could've been manipulated to considerable extent despite it's diminished capacity as a mere shard of Mythal's power. 

You lost something great that day, my dear. Something beautiful and I will make sure you live to regret that every other choice in your life that has brought you to me. He hadn't thought he'd need to explain everything to the girl given who she was, who her mother was, but here they were. He stroked her cheek again, almost lovingly if not for the malevolent determination reflected in his gaze. You serve me now and as your first command, I order you to beg for your life. Mythal forsook you that day, but I will not