Torturing the Tormentor

"Heya buddy!" Jyriah greeted with a sadistic smile.

"Oh great. Here to beat me up, too?" Silas asked unimpressed.

Some souls just couldn't be bothered to make room for the feelings of others, and it would seem that Silas was one of them.

"Nah." Jyriah said dismissed the captive's words and even 'threw' a hand towards him as though he were dismissing his words entirely. Like he had the wrong idea.

"I somehow doubt your words," the battered blonde returned flatly.

Jyriah just grinned and took a seat a little bit away from Silas and looked up to him as though the male were a mere animal tied up to be watched as the fiery male held a child-like gaze of innocents.

"I suggest you take the option to die at the hands of Metas. Myranda has a lot bad ideas that sound really good to me right now," Jyriah replied with a toothy grin filled with hatred.

"Hah. Myranda. The only reason she'd be able to do anything to me is because I'm tied up," Silas replied with a puff.

"Is that so? So if I untied you, you'd fight her just fine, then? Not sneaking up on her in the dark, or, I dunno...strangling her and holding her down defenselessly?" He followed up snidely.

"I wouldn't have needed to, it was just the quickest way. She was getting between me and Syrana. It had to stop. How would you feel if someone got between you and Joss all the time? It gets old," Silas answered as though his answer was obvious to anyone.

"Wow...you're delusional. Syrana wasn't yours first, you know. She was always our sister. You tried to own her like property, and now you've taken her away from us. You have no idea what you have done to me and my sister. What made you want to kill her? You just got tired of her?" Jyriah asked with a far more darker tone than he walked in with.

"Wait... She really is dead? You're not just saying it...?" Silas returned with a voice that had been missing its original haughtiness.

"Are you a fucking moron? How did you not realize she was poisoned? Lara said you even told her to leave Syrana be. You're either really incompetent, really stupid, or exceedingly manipulative, and I'm gonna guess you're not the last option. You're a piece of shit, Silas. All you've ever cared about was yourself. You never cared about Syrana or Syri. They were decoration for you and nothing more," Jyriah spat with anger.

"No- I loved both of them! She was just a little sick..." Silas argued as his face went pale. He thought Cassandra was truly just messing with him to save her own status - but the truth was very hard to swallow; too much for him that he choked on it.

"A little sick!? You destroyed her entire life, you fuck! You took Veltar away. You had him cooped up and stole his blood to trick her. You robbed her of the deepest of happiness that she deserved. You ever consider that?" Jyriah asked with rage.

"She was very happy with me. I provided her with luxury that neither you, nor that foul scum could ever provide for her. I rescued her from her fate. I propped her up on a pedestal. She was going to be Luna. Your sister ruined that by trying to pursue Metas. Had she just stopped being so selfish, Syrana would be alive-"

Jyriah didn't want to hear what he had to say next, so he just socked him right in the mouth to interrupt his shitty little speech.

"Don't ever say those words again. You've done enough to my sisters - but especially my baby one. How dare you try to push this off on Myri!?" He shouted and put his face right up to Silas'.

"Are you this deft, or are you that much of a sociopath that you can't take even the smallest sense of responsibility for what you've done?"

Silas just laughed in response after he spat out a few fragments of teeth that wouldn't regenerate. He literally could not comprehend anything behind his fault. It was impossible. It was like his brain just didn't have the skill to intake criticism and grow from it.

"Me? You really want to defend your pathetic sister, don't you? You want her to be Luna that badly you're going to ignore all of her faults? All I've ever tried to do is keep this colony running - keep order. Metas wants to tear it all down, and your hideous unwanted sist-"

Another hard punch came across Silas' face and he groaned out in agony this time instead of laugh.

"You're a complete waste of breath. I was hoping to get some kind of apology, or to see you miserable and sorry for what you've done- but you're not. You're not even capable of it. Metas gave me the option to kill you - but that's not going to happen. There seems to be one thing, and one thing you care for only; yourself and your image" Jyriah said through gritted teeth.

"So. Metas is going to beat your sorry, ragged ass in front of the survivors from your temper-tantrum. You killed innocent people in the name of your vanity, so after tomorrow it will be awesome to watch that vanity stripped from you piece by piece as Metas shows everyone who you really are - what you've always been; a pathetic little child stunted inside a big boy's body. No one else bothered to tell or teach you so because Harbinger kept you safe to use as his little puppet - but he doesn't care about you anymore, and you have no protection here."

Jyriah's mood seemed to lift just a little bit as he imagined exactly how Metas was going to throw him around like a little rag doll. Goddess it was going to be fantastic. He wouldn't get what he really wanted, but if it wasn't an option, he was going to really enjoy watching him be destroyed instead.

"Why would I care about what a bunch of low-class citizens think? His victory will be nothing!" Silas shouted as Jyriah stood up and dusted himself off calmly.

Silas was anything but. He didn't put on a good show to hide how scared he was of being beaten in front of everyone, he was just loud to compensate for his lack of strength.

"Sure, okay there buddy. You keep thinking that. We both know you're a scared mewling runt who wishes daddy was here to save you, because you have no one else. That's fine, Silas. I know the truth. You know the truth. Everyone does. I think you have maybe 48 hours left to live? Metas wants Lara and Myranda to be completely healed so they can watch your defeat at the jaws of our Alpha," Jyriah sighed and shook his head.

Now that he had made peace with the fact he'd never see Silas be sorry - Jyriah was happy to see him truly be /sorry/ as Metas mopped the floor with him.

"If you want my advice, I'd consider making peace with yourself about how your legacy will be remembered. It's not going to be a good one. We're going to turn your corpse back into a wolf and use your pelts for something fun I hear," Jyriah taunted Silas a little now. He was one who tried to take the high road, but it was just too much fun being a little shit on the dirty side path sometimes.

This was one of them.

"Hee hee. Your face is going to be priceless. The entire colony out here are taking bets on if you're going to piss yourself or not. It's leaning towards you wetting your pants. Also, no one's betting on you to win - and everyone will be cheering for our Alpha King. In case you forgot, that's not you" he went on and gave Silas a wink and two 'finger-guns' to add even more fun to this little exchange.

'Oh, this is great. I'm glad he took away my other option, because this is so much better. Ah Syrana, I hope you're watching. I'm doing a healthy thing!' Jyriah thought jovially as he laughed at Silas' empty words.

"You have no idea what we have in the mountain. You, your little friends, and all these detractors - you're going to be evaporated into dust. Our kind will flourish without you all weakening the bloodline," Silas huffed - but it was clear his visage was crumbling. He loved taunting others - but not so much himself.

Now it was torture.

"Actually, we do~" Jyriah sang out delightfully. "We know everything Cassandra knows. She hates you and Harbinger. She never wants to see your face again. She won't even be there for you to look at for pity. You're going to be completely and totally alone in the ring with the big boss himself."

The juvenile heart inside the grown wolf came out as he stuck his tongue out at Silas and in a sing-song-like tease he repeated annoyingly to the tune of 'the farmer in the dell', "Silas is alone, Silas is alone. Tra la la, you piece of shit - you are all alone!"

He even started to do a little booty shake towards the blonde man who was growing upset swiftly at the power Jyriah took back from him.

"You're an insolent brat, Jyriah. Grow up, you little bottom-bitch boy," Silas spat back as he started to lose control of his cool.

"You think I'm the bottom? HAH! I'm the top - and always have been. I'm shorter than Joss, but I definitely wear the pants in the bedroom...well...actually, he takes them off with his teeth, and it's so great..." Jyriah answered with a dreamy voice as he started to think of Joss.

"Fucking what? I meant you were from the lower tunnels, you gross asshole," SIlas replied with disgust.

"Hey. The love I share with my mate isn't gross. Don't be mad because you're alone and not getting any. Also, I've seen you look at my dick from time to time when we've been out scouting. You know you want it as big as it is," the coal-fire haired male said with childish wink.

"You're absolutely disgusting." Silas replied with distaste.

"Hey, that's what I'd say about you, buddy boy. Let's get you a new word to use. That one's mine. Be more creative, please" Jyriah requested innocently enough.

"Fuck off, Jyriah. Just get out." Silas grunted and looked away from the male's gaze as he started to feel more and more like a circus attraction instead of a prisoner.

"Oh no no no no, sir. I like it in here. The vibe and atmosphere is just so comfortable. Also, what kind of friend would I be to leave you all lone? A bad one, that's what. Let's cheer you up with some songs, yeah little guy? I can sing some mad nursery rhymes," Jyriah answered with a joyful look upon his face and in his eyes.

Silas' eyes darted towards his captor as he began to sing off well-known lullaby songs meant for babies and pups.

Jyriah loved every single moment those green eyes followed him as he danced like an idiot and made up words to tease the tormentor of his sisters for as slowly and as long as he liked.