paixaorpg | This is the part where you break.

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This is the part where you break.

Characters: Larxene and Laharl
Content: Larxene takes time to finish what she's started.
Setting: Unknown
Time: Sometime after her previous thread with Valerie.
Warnings: Torture, mental anguish, and physical torture.

The dusks were responsible for so much, leaving everything out of Larxene's tender, loving hands. She didn't mind it either, because that left less for her to worry about, and less stress for her body to take. They were responsible for bringing Laharl in, administering the necessary drugs, and for binding and chaining the poor fool up.

Larxene, in the mean time, examined her stomach area, her cloak tossed onto the unmade bed beside it. Her shirt was pulled up, so she could see the expansive bruising and slight disfiguration. The pain she felt whenever she breathed was more than enough to let her know that her collision with the wall broke at least a rib, perhaps two or three. And the burns on her legs and back-- well, she would have rathered avoided talking about those at all.

She smiled, strained, and savage, as she lowered her shirt and reached for the cloak. Perhaps she didn't feel all too angry-- but she understood that her existence had been threatened, and the natural way of things was to, well, pay it back. She zipped the coat up.

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Laharl was not very happy at all to be woken up suddenly as he was dragged from the cell and brought once more to the lab room, and dumped on the floor. Great. Just... great.

He was unhappier still when he watched the creatures, loom over him with an injection. He felt a lot clearer in the head, so he had a good hunch what that nobody was coming at him with. He jerked, managing to raise an arm enough to knock the thing away. In his moment of shock discovering he had a bit of control over his movement again, he was quickly jumped by the dusks, pushing him onto his stomach and bending his arms behind his back.

He groaned uncomfortably as his wounds cried out in pain, but couldn't mount enough of a struggle. He soon had his arms folded and bound tightly behind him, leaving the dusks to easily stab the needle into his arm, before they left him laying there on the floor cursing to himself as the drug slowly took effect.

And with that, Larxene deemed herself ready to play another round. She couldn't afford to play so hard with her other experiments (she could only focus for so long before her body tired out and she collapsed for a few hours. Ah, the recovery procress). Laharl was just oh-so-lucky and worth it, however. She appeared in the room.

Larxene was not a tall person, she was in no way intimidating when one bothered to look at her-- but she towered over Laharl. And she laughed. "Ahh, Laharl! What are you doing down there, hmm? Finally on the level you deserve?" She ended the statement with a giggle.

After waiting for awhile he soon heard the sound of someone arriving and their shadow loomed over him. People were taller than him. He was used to it. In fact he was pretty tired of all the short jokes. He was short. He was aware of the fact almost painfully so. However, this was... a new low. Stuck on the damn floor, helpless.

He was even more unhappy when he realized who it was. That laugh. Ugh... Larxene.

"S-hut the hell up!" Laharl snapped at her, feeling horribly crabby, and rightly so.

Larxene raised an eyebrow, her face looking scarily neutral at his request. She took a step, so that she was close to him, and smiled. "Aww, poor Laharl forgets who's in charge!"

With that last word, she kicked him, hard, aiming for the gut to wind him. She giggled, and waited to see if he'd open his mouth again with another comment like that.

He could only look up at her, not knowing what to expect, and a kick to the gut wasn't it. He let out a loud oomph, as he did indeed have the wind knocked outta him and he was rolled from the kick from laying on his side to laying on his back, on top of his arms. Ouch... geez.

"Grr ... D-damn you..." he hissed, as he tried to catch his breath.

She laughed, and for good measure, kicked him again. She had to get it into his head that he wasn't the one pulling the strings here. It seemed as thoug he'd forgot. Couldn't have that, could she?

She lifted her foot and stepped on his bad shoulder, putting pressure on the wound. "You were saying? Hmm?"

He let out another grunt as she kicked him again. Damnit! The pain it caused was brief, but it was horribly annoying to him.

He'd barely had a chance to catch his breath from having the wind knocked out of him a second time before pain exploded from his shoulder as she pressed on it cruelly with her boot. Unlike the kicks, this hurt. Oh hell did it hurt. Pain lanced through his shoulder and down his damaged arm.

"GYAAAAAAH! AH... AH! S-Stop d-damnit!" the boy cried out, in utter pain, as he squirmed a bit beneath her foot.

Larxene gave him a disgusted laugh before she moved her foot. She loved the pain he'd shown, and she knew she had a way of keeping him in line. A smile spread across her face. "Hmm, so the exuberant Laharl-sama finds himself here, again. Fitting, really," she said as she circled around him.

She contained her pain well. "You deserve to eat the dust on the floor, don't you? Hee, that's where failures belong."

He continued to gasp in pain even after she'd pulled her foot away, his face scrunched up in discomfort. After a moment he finally was able to open his eyes again, gazing back up at her as she walked around him like a vulture.

"F-failure? Tch... W-what the hell are you talking about?" he questioned as he grit his teeth, waiting for the pain in his shoulder to settle down again. Just when it had started to heal too. Rosette's bandaging job had ended up helping, but couldn't protect against an attack on it like that.

"I'm no failure," he added, with an icy glare.

"Aww, denial is such a wonderful state to be in, hmm?" She giggled, continuing to circle him. Her eyes searching his. "You were a failure the moment you were conceived. You're a selfish, spoiled, ungrateful son. To both of your parents, hmm?"

She stopped and moved to kick him again. "Your father dies protecting your ungrateful self and your beloved Netherworld, so it's still there when you wake up... And all you care about is, oh my, being Overlord."

She giggled at him.

He grunted again, as the kick sent him back to laying uncomfortably on his side. Cringing he glared up at her. "I-I'm not in denial!" he snapped at her through gritted teeth, as his shoulder still throbbed.

It... was... sort of true. When he'd heard of his fathers death... maybe, he'd felt... something for a moment, but mostly he was interested in the fact he was the heir. He'd been kind of mad though, that his old man bit the dust before he could defeat him as he'd planned. "I... didn't know what he'd done then..." he grumbled at her, "Far as I knew he'd gone and choked himself to death..." A dark manju he'd been told. He'd had no idea it had been Baal.

He knew it was to protect the Netherworld... but... himself? Could his father have been trying to protect him too...? No way... that .. he couldn't have. Could he?

"You know the difference now." Her eyes searched him, before she prodded him, to where he was laying on his back again. It was much more convenient for her that way versus the other way. "And you've done nothing to amend it." She giggled again, placing a hand to her chin.

"My, your parents were so unlucky to have a brat like you. Your mother really wasted her time with that ultimate sacrifice. You'd be better off dead, and then maybe they could have had a kinder, thankful son... or even a daughter." She laughed at the idea that produced. Laharl in a dress.

Hah!

Despite trying to not let her words get under his skin again, he found himself wincing at them. They stung. "I... I defeated Baal!" he argued. He'd sought out the demon, who could jump to new bodies each time he was defeated. They'd gone after him several times now. Finally, he'd hoped he'd finally taken care of him once and for all. The demon who'd caused his father's death... What else could he do? Other... than surpass his father and become a greater Overlord........ He wasn't doing too well at that yet... really, was he?

"It... wasn't a waste! D-do you really think I wanted her to die for me? Tch..." Laharl then said, his mother now entering his thoughts. "I'm... a demon. Demon's aren't kind."

"Oh, so it's about what Laharl wants. Hee, her worry for you means nothing. Oh, you're so selfish!" She giggled and again pressed her foot to his injured shoulder. "It's music to my ears!"

She couldn't believe that he had so much she could use against him, and how easily he was goaded. He considered himself a villian? Nothing less than the best? Hah. If he wasn't powerful, he'd be a nothing. Oh, the power was what made him truly, terribly, frightening. Not that stupid laugh or his challenging words.

"W-what? I... No..." he said, fumbling to find words to reply her... because it.. it didn't mean nothing! Mother... It... did mean something to him. It... it did.

"I--AHHH! AHH! Ahhhhha!"

Once more he found himself crying out in pain beneath her foot, squirming but unable to do anything, but gasp for air between his yelps and wait for Larxene to let up on his shoulder.

For all his power, he'd never felt so... powerless.

Larxene laughed and pulled her foot away, continuing to circle around him. "You're a failure as a son. Trust me, I've got an objective point of view on that. You couldn't be a worse son if you actually tried." Her giggles seemed to carry around the room, but she didn't mind.

It made her more intimidating. "You won't be a better overlord, Laharl. Trust me on that," she added, a sweet smile on her face.

He groaned softly as she finally let up and he was able to catch his breath as the pain slowly eased. He was quickly growing tired of that, but what could he do?

Slowly he opened his eyes once more to look up at her as she spoke again, his eyes growing wide and he fell speechless for a long moment. Part of him knew he shouldn't listen to her, but... part of him... maybe he was failing. Maybe he never would surpass his father... No! NO! He... he promised. He said he would! He had to... he had to...

"I..." he started slowly, "I... will.. somehow. I have to... I'm not a f-failure..."

"How?" she taunted. "You have no clue, do you?" She sighed, her lips curling into a nasty smile, as she nudged his head with her foot. "Hee, just try harder at disrespecting your mother's will. Or making a mockery of your father." She giggled.

"Besides, it'll be because of you when they target your friends... Etna... Flonne." She giggled and again pressed her foot to his shoulder, digging the heel in. It was a grandoise way to make an... important statement.

And it was amusing to hear his screams.

Again he cried out in pain, even louder this time, as her heel dug even more cruely into the wound on his shoulder. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he gasped.

He didn't know. He didn't KNOW what he was doing wrong. He wasn't trying to ... disrespect them...

"M-My... " he cringed, trying to force the words out between a whine of pain, "W-what about them?! T-targetting...?"

What did she mean by that? Who targetting them? The Organization? Damnit, he hoped Etna had found Flonne. If Flonne was caught alone... Worry crept through him. If anything happened to her...

"Well, hmm?" she asked. "You don't care, I'm sure, that your loud mouth makes people want to pick on your.." She paused and smirked. "Vassals. Those people oh-so-necessary to... Mmm, run a kingdom." She giggled. "But who cares? The mighty Laharl's there, in all his undeserving glory."

She turned away from him, and hopped onto the table he'd sat on the last time they'd been in that room. "I'd be ashamed of you if I were your mother, Laharl." She giggled. "Because even I have respect for my parents."

But in a limited, lost sort of way.

He took in deep breaths as he finally had relief again from her heel, watching her looming still above him. "I... they're my vassals! I can't let something happen to them!" he snapped at her, although hint of worry was in his voice.

His mother. She always brought up his mother. He didn't enjoy that particular subject much. "I.. she.. Mother... maybe... I..." he couldn't seem to manage a proper reply. She probably was, he admitted to himself relucantly, he'd done nothing to really make his mother nor his father particularly proud. He... hadn't wanted it.. he hadn't even thought of it... but now the idea they might feel that way made something inside of him ... upset? He didn't like the idea anyways... even though his demon logic said he shouldn't matter, something inside him did care.

"Maybe you what, Laharl?" Larxene asked with a giggle, looking down at him. "Maybe your awesome power will one day be good enough to make yourself a success, but it'll never make you anything more than a failure as a son. Every word you say puts your friends in danger." She giggled again, and swung her feet from the table, like a child.

"You don't have a convenient excuse for that, do you?"

Laharl tightened his lips together as he stared at her. What did she mean he was putting his fr.. vassals in danger? How was he doing that? He was hesitant to speak after her comment like that, but he spoke anyways, as worry crept it's way through him

"What do you mean, puts them in danger...?" he asked, crimson eyes glaring up at her. "If you go near my vassals... I'll make you regret it!"

"I don't care for them... But the more enemies you make, Laharl... The more it just might end up hurting them in the end." She giggled. "Oh, but to know you is a regret anyway. Even your beloved Etna leaves you. What sort of failure is that?"

She hopped up from the table, to circle him one more time, even as he was responding to her question.

Him making enemies might be putting them in danger? He... never considered that. His vassals might not be as strong as he was, but they were in no means weak. Hell, Etna was trying to become an Overlord herself. Although.... Flonne. Flonne..... was not as strong, or as clever as Etna. Hell, she was pretty dumb sometimes. Flonne.... could be put into danger.

Laharl knew full well he must have royally screwed up with Etna. Although, a fight over pudding was still pretty dumb. He had no idea how it could have escalated, however, into her leaving. "I ... don't know what the hell exactly happened with Etna.. it hasn't happened for me yet!" he grumbled.

"But she leaves, doesn't she?" She smiled, her voice taking on a saccharine note as she searched his face for hints of regret, of anguish. To know if she was getting through at all. She knew she was, to some extent anyway. "Your 'awesome power' policy isn't working, is it?" She smirked.

"You may be more powerful than your father-- yet you can't even begin to comprehend why he was greater than you. You're a failure to him." She stooped down to stroke his hair. "You're a failure to your mother. Not worth her sacrifice."

He closed his eyes a moment then glanced away, replying quietly, "Yeah, tch... she does, apparently."

Laharl shuddered at her touch. He wasn't sure what he prefered, her digging her knifes into him or her touching him softly like that. It unnerved him and gave him the chills. He wasn't a big fan of affection, although Etna liked to lean on him and such to annoy him, but he took it in stride generally. He didn't like this though.

Failure. She was calling him that again. A... failure. A failure...

It was then that Larxene's hands wrapped around his throat and lifted him up. She just loved to see him squirm. It made her damned day! She laughed at him, at his situation, and perhaps at the thought that she was getting some revenge (a lot of revenge) from this. His helplessness was what made it all possible, really.

"You're a failure, Laharl, even as an overlord, even with you're power, because I still won!" She said, sparks flying around her, as electricity flowed through her, and directing into him. Kilowatt after piercing kilowatt.

The demon boy's eyes widened as he felt her hands tighten around his neck, then gasped as he was lifted from the ground. He hung almost limp, but for a little squirming as he choked and coughed, struggling to get air.

Then came pain. Oh hell, pain.

He convulsed in her grasp as the lightning shocked him, his eyes snapping wide and glowed red as he howled out in agonizingly, filling the room. Gasping for air only a moment, his cries continued as she continued to electrocute him. He couldn't do anything at all to stop her.

She laughed and tossed him aside, ignoring the sound of his body hitting the floor. "Have fun, Laharl," she practically sang as she walked away from his crumpled, smoking body. She giggled, glancing over her shoulder at him. "My little failure." She smiled and turned away at that.

There was nothing that could quite describe the almost feeling that she was having. Except that she wanted to do more. With the others. Which was... A good thing. Because there was a long line of people waiting on her as it was, wasn't there?

Another giggle. Oh, Marluxia so owed her for this. And then she portaled away from Laharl.

He barely felt himself hit the floor. He barely felt anything except the overwhelming pain as he lay there, tears forming in his vacant eyes, gasping for air as he even was barely holding onto consciousness. His singed body continued to twitch and spasm as he lay there in a heap.

It wasn't long before dusks appeared and lifted him from the floor, taking him back to the cells, but he was barely aware of what was happening around him.

Failure...

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