Title: My Lost Desire

Author: Marika

Type: Challenge fic

Challenge type: Yggdrasill/Lloyd, dark, master/slave

Sum: Tormented with jealousy for Kratos and Yuan, and overrun by desire, Mithos exacts his revenge.

Notes: This fic takes place before the game.

It had been a terrible day. Full of horrible things that Mithos did not even want to think about. The plans were all wrong, but of course neither Kratos nor Yuan would ever see that… they were far too busy with each other.

Mithos kicked a nearby chair, cursed at his aching foot, and promptly blew it and the dining room table away with a large blast of mana.

“Kratos… Yuan…. why don’t you care about me the way you care about each other? Have I not given you both everything you could have ever wanted? Eternal life. Overwhelming power. Anything…yet still….” Wallowing in his grief, Mithos sat on one of the half-charred chairs, breathing deeply and clutching his head tightly in his hands. “…still you betray my trust with this insignificant escapade… this.. love… you claim to have for each other…”

For the first time in centuries, Mithos knew what it was to be truly alone. Nobody wanted him, not even his own ‘friends.’

Silently, he sat sobbing, the cold tears choking in his throat, unseen by anyone. “…why….?”

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, even for the leader of Cruxis, he took a deep breath. Standing up, he cast aside his tears and all of his doubts. A deep anger stirred from some forgotten recess within him, marring his otherwise dangerous smile.

“I know what I’ll do… yes… I know exactly what I’ll do.” A deep, somewhat twisted laughter burst forth from him, filling the entire room with it’s treacherous echoes. “Kratos you will be the first to suffer…”

It hadn’t been hard to locate Kratos’s only surviving child and snatch him away from his dwarven “father” while they both slept. He hadn’t even awoken before Mithos took him away.

He was sleeping now, or at least, that’s what Mithos told himself after he had knocked the boy out. “My darling little Lloyd… that’s what you’ll be… all mine.” He murmured, flying away into the night.

Lloyd awoke later in a darkened room. “What the hell?” He thought, struggling to move around, but quickly found that he had been tied down.

He appeared to be in a rather plain bedroom, laying down on what he could only assume was a bed.

Laying down shirtless on the bed.

Panicked, Lloyd tried to cry out, but found that he was also gagged. Still, he managed a muffled “Nnnmmm!”

“Oh, awake already? My my, you really are his son.” An eerie voice drifted to his ears, and Lloyd felt long cold fingers slowly remove the gag from his mouth.

“Who are you! What are you doing to me! What is this place!” He immediately asked, growling with displeasure.

“My what a feisty boy! You will be fun to break…” The sinister man grinned, then came close so that Lloyd could just barely make out the contours of his face in the dim candle lighting. “You may call me ‘Master,’”

“No way! If you don’t tell me your real name, then I won’t tell you mine!” Lloyd shouted.

Strange laughter filled the room, making Lloyd’s stomach flip. This was the laugh of a man who had probably lost a few marbles in his head… the laugh of a madman. “Oh dear, well Lloyd, I suppose I won’t ask you for your name then.”

“You….!” Lloyd started to make a comeback, just to find that the man who wanted to be called ‘master’ had replaced the gag in his mouth.

Mithos was pleased with his work. Lloyd was already beginning to crack, but just a bit. It would take much more for him to make this boy his willing slave… but he was willing to do it. Anything was worth getting back at Kratos. “Lloyd, Lloyd, Lloyd…. Such a pretty name… that idiot Kratos certainly couldn’t have given it to you.” Yggdrasill murmured, running his fingers down Lloyd’s cheek, caressing the smooth skin.

He had to admit, Kratos’s son looked every bit as desirable as the man himself. He was everything that Mithos couldn’t have.

Angered by the thought, Mithos began to trail his nails further, raking them down Lloyd’s chest in a way that could only be painful for the boy.

The boy didn’t make a sound.

Surprised with the lack of response, Mithos was not deterred. Picking up a whip that he had brought with him, he snapped the harsh ends across Lloyd’s soft sin, tearing open long and thin wounds along the boy’s chest and arms.

Still, the boy did not make a sound.

Scowling, he threw the whip aside. “So this is the game you wish to play, hmm? I will have you screaming, boy, before this night ends.”

Picking up the candle on a nightstand next to the bed, he held it precariously over Lloyd’s chest, watching with delight as the boy’s eyes widened in fear. Perfect.

Slowly, and painstakingly, Yggdrasill tipped the candle, letting the hot wax spill, drip by drip, onto the boy’s torn skin.

A whimper.

Yggdrasill smiled. Finally, he had a response. Tipping the candle again, he dripped the hot wax along every wound he had inflicted on Lloyd’s body, letting the boy feel the burn of every bit of wax.

A yelp of pain.

Placing the candle aside with a satisfied smirk, Mithos leaned over, caressing his cheek and kissing his beautifully unmarred face. “Yes Lloyd, scream. Scream all you can, for it will do you no good here.”

Why was he doing this? And just who was this horrible man? Lloyd was certain that he had never seen him in the past, certainly never wronged him, and yet still he insisted on torturing him so. There could be no other word for it. Torture was the only thing that his captor could have in mind.

Yggdrasill wanted to hear the screams of his captive. Removing the gag, he teased him again. “Scream.”

Lloyd’s breath caught in his throat before he screamed anew. The pain stabbed at him, tearing his body without him able to do a single thing about it. Defiantly, he continued to struggle at his bonds, pulling and tugging at the ropes that held him, but whatever bound him was stronger than him. “Why…. Why did you do ….”

This, of course, was all going according to Mithos’s plan. He did so love plans, and this one in particular gave him much enjoyment. Softly he chuckled, “Did I do? Lloyd… we aren’t through yet…”

“You…. ! I never… did anything to you! What more do you want!” Lloyd asked, forcing the words out.

“My poor little Lloyd… it’s a shame you are still a bit too rebellious to kiss, but don’t you fret, that time will soon come. What I want from you is simple. Call me master. And mean it.”

Mithos knew Lloyd wouldn’t do that just yet, but as always, he had another plan.

Lloyd’s eyes shot open again. His body was full of pain, and yet, for some strange reason within him some deep and powerfully good sensation had awoken. “Wha… what are you doing to me!”

“Nothing you won’t enjoy… now, consider what I’ve said, or trust me, your torment will worsen.”

“Stop it! You … freak!”

“Now now… that’s not what I asked you to call me, is it?” Mithos chided him. “Oh, so you do like this, don’t you?”

This time, Lloyd tried his best to stay silent, whimpering softly.

“Kratos will be sorry he never paid attention to me… he’ll be sorry for loving Yuan…”

Lloyd was very confused now. Who was this madman talking about? Did it really matter? He was still trapped in this awful bedroom with him, and he had said that even though he may shout, nobody would hear him. But was there a chance that this “Kratos” could come and take him away from this entire mess? Whoever he was, he seemed to be an enemy of his captor, and that made Kratos his ally. “Kratos…” He murmured out weakly.

“Kratos? So now you call for him too?” Mithos’s eyes narrowed with jealousy. “I will have no more of that… Nobody will help you Lloyd, nobody will give you want you crave, what you need, except for me.”

If his captor was angry with him, then he must have done something right. Lloyd thought about it no more before screaming at the top of his lungs, “KRATOS! KRATOS!”

“Shut up you brat!” Mithos snarled, shoving the gag back into his mouth. “If there is one thing I have learned, it is how to bide my time. Trust me Lloyd, you won’t be calling for ‘Kratos’ again.”

Thirty minutes later, Mithos had Lloyd held on the brink of sanity again. Although he hadn’t opened any new wounds in the boy, he had tortured most of the old ones.

Mithos, sensing that Lloyd had given in somewhat, removed the gag from the boy’s mouth. “Lloyd… it hurts you doesn’t it? All these wounds… they will leave scars you know…”

“Ye-… nmm…” Lloyd found himself murmuring incoherently.

“You know what to say… and I will make all of this pain go away…” Mithos said, running a hand along the boy’s tearstained cheeks. “Do you want it to go away?”

“Y-yes….” Lloyd mumbled out.

“Say it, and I will show you paradise like none you have seen before.” The angel whispered to him in an eerie way.

“Please….” The boy hesitated, not wanting to give in, but unable to endure the torture any longer. “…master.”

“Louder. Say it louder.” Yggdrasill demanded.

“Master…” fresh tears streamed down Lloyd’s cheeks as the words fell off his tongue. He had given up, he had given in.

With a grin of triumph, Mithos Yggdrasill lowered his head down and kissed the boy’s frail lips. “That will do…this time.”

“I see you don’t require my assistance after all.”

Hearing the voice, Mithos turned his head to the side, not bothering to leave Lloyd’s side just yet. “Kratos. Yes, I have no need of you. Why are you here?”

“I thought you called for me…” Kratos said quietly, then as his eyes adjusted to the dark room, he could finally see just what Mithos was doing. Horrified with the gruesome sight, he involuntarily took a step back. “Mithos…! That boy! What have you…”

By this time, Lloyd had recovered enough to listen to the conversation. Gazing pitifully up at the man he now knew to be ‘Kratos,’ he wanted to plea for help. However, he found the only word on his lips was, “….master…”

Mithos smirked. “Yes, lovely isn’t he? He’s my new pet.”

“That’s despicable.” Kratos shook his head, turning away from the sight.

“You’re despicable, Kratos.” Mithos spat back, waving him away.

“He’s so young. Not only have you hurt him, but if his parents knew…” Kratos murmured.

“His parents both abandoned him.” Mithos declared with a sense of finality. “Now leave us Kratos. I am through talking to you.”

Lloyd wasn’t sure why, but he felt an odd sense of sadness when he saw Kratos leave. Perhaps it was because he was his only chance at escaping his maniacal captor. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more.

Mithos rested his hands on Lloyd’s torn skin. “Since you obeyed me, I will do you a favor, slave.”

A warm green light appeared at Mithos’s fingertips, and soon, Lloyd felt the rapid relief of the advanced healing mana.

“See? I’m not so bad. This was all that Kratos’s idea, you know.” Mithos stated, finishing with the spell. Knowing that the boy was much too fatigued to fight back, especially now that his spirit had been broken, he untied the boy, leading him to where he could rinse off the blood.

“..master..?” Lloyd asked. He couldn’t believe that Kratos was his enemy. It had seemed like Kratos was on his side…

“Oh yes. Kratos is a devil.” Mithos replied, pushing the boy into the room’s private bathroom. After turning on the shower water, he urged the boy inside, where he began to wash the blood off both of them. “Let me tell you all about his evil…”