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Post by Amika on Sept 21, 2018 7:38:44 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo:was currently at 'Blackthorne Keep', his former seat of power when he was King of Tyran. The fortification was now being occupied by his son Zephyr, but due to mitigating circumstance, Mordred had returned and sequestered himself in the west wing of the keep. A devious grin laced his features as he peered again into the scrying device that allowed him to monitor certain things and events taking place in Tyran . "Time for the next phase..." He stated to no one in particular. He would collect two glasses and fill each with Absinthe. He spoke then a name to the ethers, 'Amika'. Mordred did not use her known name though. He called her by her true name, knowing the summing would be heard and could not be ignored.
Amika:was awake, did she even sleep that night? Possibly not. She heard her name being called like a whisper upon the wind. She knew who called her. "Damn it..." she sighed before placing down the paperwork she had worked on and came to where she was summoned. "Mordred Vargo...." she let his name roll off her tongue as she stood there. "Now why in the gods name have you summoned me at this ungodly hour..." she seemed hollow. If she smiled, there was a darkness, sinister to it. Her tail swayed to and fro. Mordred Vargo:smiled to himself when the demoness appeared. "Good dog..." He stated and laughed mockingly at her. He collected one of the glasses of Absinthe and would hand it to her. "Join me in a last drink would you?" He collected his own glass and raised it high. "To you..." There was an eerie calm about him...the calm before the storm. He waited to see if she would accept the glass and salute herself. Amika:took the glass of absinthe in her hand but didn't raise it to her lips. "Call me just to mock me...how....of the norm you are..." she chuckled darkly. "Last drink for what?" she mused softly, She reached into her netherspace and pulled out that bottle of absinthe he gifted her so long ago. Still with the tag. "I apologize if I'm hesitant to drink any random drink. With so many wanting my head...well...Im a little more selective...." she eyed him. Mordred Vargo:would shrug and drink both glasses. "Poison is a woman's method of killing, not mine." He would motion for her to sit across from him. "I mock everyone I feel beneath me. Nothing special." He cleared his throat and got to the point. "I am going to kill you Amika, and you are going to allow me to..." A wicked grin split his features ominously. Amika:arched her brow to his proclamation of his desire to murder her. "Oh you think so, Ursurper...." she spoke softly "And why would I do that? I am getting particularly annoyed with the attempts on my life. Besides being what I am I am like everyone else. Trying to strive to a greater goal. Is that not difficult?" she didn't raise her voice nor act upset. She took a moment to look around. Blackthorn Keep. Where they met, and where.....shit went down. "I remember our late nights drinking here....I made so many mad by befriending you...." she shook her head as she chased away the memory. Her eyes focused upon him.
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ignored her comments, "You have a history of failure and bad decisions, little demoness, you loose...I have never lost to anything or anyone when I am focused on mine own goals. You are merely a pawn I plan to eliminate from the board...The black Kingdom will be mine again. I am offering you a chance to be a martyr for your faith which now is under assault frm me drectly." He would mention nothing of his meting with the Queen and how the mere mention of the name Tyr in the capital was a punishable offense now.
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Post by Amika on Sept 21, 2018 7:40:51 GMT -8
Amika:rolled her eyes. What else is new. "The thing about failiure is that you learn from them. I have striven to what I am built upon failure, either my own or upon others. I'm sure you failed a few times in your life and servitude in Hell." She stood up softly as she let the bottle of Absinthe she brought, sit upon the table still. "You wish for me to martyr myself...you know how many wish for that?" she laughed. "Mordred Vargo, you may possess a silver tongue that got me into your spell last time but now it will not work like you intend. We were civil once...why can't we be again?" she looked to him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Mordred Vargo:laughed, "oh we can be, I hold none of this as your fault little demon, you had no clue what you were getting into ever, i am simply allowing you to go into this with open eyes. We both know I am like nothing or no one else. If i want you dead you will be, I am trying to let your death have meaning for once because your life is pathetic. A single mother recently dumped, kidnapped arm torn and left on my doorstep. I could have kiled you then I showed mercy and you were returned and dumped..." He laughed at her.."do you know how many times I saved your life amika?" Amika:laughed at him in return. "You know what life entails a priestess, Former God..." she walked closer to him. "Things happen to the staff of temples...but with me...I seem to have garnered the hate from many others. Besides do you know how many times I tried to save yours and how many times I put myself on the line for you back ago?" she looked into his dead white eyes. "So what if I am a single mother now. My arm is back now..." she showed him her shiny new arm. "As for being left on your doorstep, I am appreciative you didn't just throw me to those Sands outside your doorstep. "And you want my death to have meaning....you know how much of an oxymoron that is?"
Mordred Vargo:laughed, "look at you ms. big words, did Tyr teach you that." He laughed and waved it off, "this is petty...you are the high priestess of Tyr. I am the Usurper, it is only right you die at my hands. It can mean something or you can be left in the dirt with nothing, no god, no lover, no life...OR..."his words trailed... Amika:tilted her head. "You think you're doing me a favor in summoning my death?" she shook her head with a soft laugh. "Or what?" she lifted her head lightly to his words. Mordred Vargo:would nod, "I am, like you said so many want you dead, you can satisfy them and also be a martyr for your god..the fledgling that will fall to me...you know he will Amika...I can kill you or...you can renounce your faith and worship ME..." He let his cold dead white eyes dance over her frame..."we did have so much fun together once didn't we little demoness...make the right decision here and make this easy upon yourself, no one will blame you for the big bad Mordred influencing you." Amika:laughed. "Worship you? Give me a reason to worship you that will give me an advantage over the existence I have now?" she felt his eyes upon her. She didn't change once since they went to Hell together. Well, except now that she had scars and her breasts were a little bigger from pregnancies. "And even if he fails, I serve the Dark. If another god takes the space I will continue to serve...." she stated. "Paint me a picture, High and Mighty.." she fanned his ego but she held no emotion. "And no silver tongue of lies..." she added.
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Post by Amika on Sept 21, 2018 7:43:36 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo:would sit back, "the proof is already before you. He is weak, recovering in my familial home, he sought the Vargo's. YOUR god did this, I sought nothing that these two hands could not take and have..it's pathetic. He desires Monet, and used you to carry some little bastard that hopes to now emulate the the Vargo lineage. You could get your revenge as well for being used and cast aside, your god tore your arm off and set you to suffer...what greater darkness is there than me...He opened his arms wide awaiting her embrace, "come to me Amika, it will all go away and for once you can be on the side that wins....what you have always wanted..." he licked his lips, "I know certain parts of you missed me and me alone..." The arrogant Usurper was again returned. She could stand with or against what he was about to bring .(edited) Amika:laughed "Revenge? I am beyond revenge....." she breathed out to him. But then he opened his arms for her and she paused. Almost hesitant to follow. "What would you know of what I've always wanted..." she did eventually move to him, but she did not cast her thoughts aside. . "Mordred, you were my friend and I still consider you as one...as sadistic as that may be.." she breathed out as she felt his arms around her. She sat up softly looking to him. "But I cannot cast aside everything I have striven for. I have gained so much, not from his doings but from my own. I strove to be as I am today. But by that bastard I carried, we are connected. All of us. Monet, Roark, you and I. We share the same story." Emerald hues looked to his whites. "I dont understand the animosity we have gained for each other, I know their reasons...but not yours..."
Mordred Vargo:laughed "You and I are not connected by Roark, I can assure you that much." He embraced her and smiled wickedly, "you have already given up all you hoped to strive for Amika...look where you sit and who you sit with. I don't say certain things to simply say them. I make no empty threats, your god will fall. period...you know this...You will not play both sides...If you keep your ties you will die...this is me showing you that once indeed you and I were cordial, now, death comes for even the damned."(edited) Amika:sighed softly . "If he falls then he falls. I make no decisions he makes. And if I die, then I die. But I know I will come back. I always come back. Then what then?" she asked of him. "If I die by your hand then when then when I return? The same cat and mouse game with us?" she looked up to his dead white eyes. "I thank you for your civility though." Mordred Vargo:would shrug, "you return I will simply kill you again, that is why I said, live, live under me, or die, and die until not even the Gods can bring you back. Why go through that when you can simply say yes Mordred, I will be the first to follow you and know what true darkness is.." He laughed and pushed her from his lap and stood over her. You have one day to live Amika...get your affairs in order, do what you will, kiss your child goodbye. Know this is the price anyone will pay when even a god touches what is mine. Either way you will be a martyr by my hand or by your choice...." Amika:laughed darkly "So in the end regardless I will die. Why in the seven hells would you want to wait then. You got your fly in your trap spider. If you so desire my death just to piss him off..." she moved from him and moved to the door. "You know you will always be my friend..." she left the absinthe bottle there Mordred Vargo:would grin, "I want it to fester...like that bastard did in my twin, I want it known that I am coming for my divine throne again and would have been content to be a mortal until she was violated...you are a mere casualty Amika. In one day, I will summon you and you will die." Before she left he handed her back the bottle of Absinthe, "take it with you, enjoy it with those you care for. Laugh, live your last day fully little demon." He winked at her, she knew his words would ring true as they always did...sooner or later.(edited) Amika:shook her head softly "I dont doubt that, Mordred...." she purred to him as he handed it back. She would reach up and kissed his cheek softly. "I'll see you on my Happy Death Day then...." she pulled from him. She wouldn't recant her religion...she wouldn't leave Tyr. She knew she would die one day and when that day comes, she would be ready for it. Mordred Vargo:smiled to himself when she left. He had already killed her. Doubt was the mind killer. She doubted now, soon even a GOD would doubt...
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Post by Amika on Sept 21, 2018 9:08:13 GMT -8
Hours passed. The time grew late and she found herself in the comforts of Wendy's. She had thought about it a lot and had to admit, that Mordred was right. So many times she had been used and abused by Tyr and for what? She had a house and was a High Priestess. She will continue to serve the Dark, she knew that but....what if Mordred could bring something to the Evil that she had yet to experience.
She sent a crow to Mordred. A simple note. "Come drink with me. You know where. -A" He would know who it was from and where to meet. All she had to do was to drink upon the Absinthe she had ordered. the full bottle sitting on the table with an empty glass for him. They had things to discuss. And she still valued her life, but if he wanted to kill her then she wouldn't fight it any longer.
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Post by Amika on Sept 22, 2018 5:27:10 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo:was outside Black Thorn keep, flanked by two wild eyed, scruffy looking individuals. The two men to either side of him seemed entranced as Mordred spoke to a third. The first flock was always the zealots. Mordred would pause as a crow flew overhead. The three men looked up as well. Mordred was visually more acute than the men and spied the note it held, but took the moment to reinforce the wide eyed mysticism and aura he was slowly again building about himself. The crow circled again and Mordred called it to him. One of the men screamed out, "BEHOLD EVEN NATURE BENDS..." The other two men fell to their knees. Mordred grinned and patted the man, took the note from the crow and vanished. The three men began to whisper about miracles...meanwhile, the boogeyman appeared in the Tavern seated easily and comfortably across from Amika. She knew how to summon him for once..an empty glass of Absinthe.(edited) Amika:the empty glass wouldn't be empty for long, she picked up the bottle and filled his glass with ease. "Got the crow?" sure he did. She wore a short black leather vest with a white shirt underneath, the sleeves short. Black pants disappered into knee high boots that looked like they could end a man's baby making days. Right leg crossed over left as she rose her own lips to her glass. There was also a small bowl of sugar cubes just for the hell of it. Mordred Vargo:grinned selected a sugar cube and set it into the glass of Absinthe and after it dissolved he took a faint swallow. He knew she would not attempt to poison him. She had made her mind, and he awaited her answer as he sat back awaiting the words from her lips. Amika:lowered her own drink down "I've decided to give you a trial...." her eyes looked to him. "I want to see what you want to do to whatever it is I am doing. If you do best Tyr....then you have my support. If not well...we continue doing what we do best.." she chuckled softly. Mordred Vargo:laughed, "you try me..Amika stop..." He took another swallow and then held up a small hour glass. "I gave YOU a day, what did someone lesser get in your head little demon, are you scared now." He smiled wickedly at her..."can you taste it Amika...."(edited) Amika:laughed softly "Me, scared...no.." she looked to him..."But think of it this way...I've been used and abused for a long time, you included....Excuse me if I take certain precautions...." she paused to take a drink. "I want to know what YOU can offer me. Although you probably already know my answer. Just know that I wont cast aside all that I have worked for in one word..." Mordred Vargo:rose from his seat finished his glass, and sat it down, he grew serious. "One word..."Follow." He licked his lips and winked at her then began for the exit. Amika:set down her own drink and obeyed him. She followed. Tap...tap...tap...went the sole of her boots. Her hips swaying with each step. Mordred Vargo:smiled to himself. He allowed her to catch up and then paused. "You know what you are about to do don't you little demon...what you have already done." He cared not for her answer and then stated arrogantly "have I ever lost?" Then he embraced her and darkness took them... Amika:laughed softly "If you knew already then you already know.." her tail swayed softly. "I dont know...there could be a time or two you have....especially when we had a drinking contest." she teased him as she felt his embrace and the darkness take them Mordred Vargo:somewhere outside of nowhere they would step from the inky darkness that had collapsed about them moment's prior. Mordred stood over Amika, a blade in his hand. "Cut out the mark of your false God, renounce your faith..." He began to circle and undress Amika. His words were darkly suggestive laced with an intrinsic dominance.(edited) Amika:blinked softly at his request. "No...." she stated. "I will not cut out anything just yet..." she watched him. She fought against his dominance. A deadly dance. She felt her clothing fall to the floor. She didn't care about them. "You know how I've been with the Faith. I've been through other gods before him. Just simply moved on to the next..." she watched him. "Why dont YOU challenge him. Take over his spot." Mordred Vargo:paused, he handed her the blade and said nothing else. He spoke to her once. She tried to resist it admirably. He knew the inevitable would happen, this was her last vestments of self will taking hold and trying to make her defiant. She was now naked before him. He canted his head to the side, waiting...
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Post by Amika on Sept 22, 2018 5:31:24 GMT -8
Amika:laughed "You know just cutting the mark does nothing right?" she pressed the blade to her mark above her heart. "You know I wont renounce my beliefs as you know you had your own and I wont ask you to do the same..." she felt the blood spill over her breast as the blade pierced her skin. She showed no pain or discomfort as the sharp blade bit in. "The mark is not mine to remove..." She chuckled as she now placed the mark upon her palm of her hand. The wound bleeding softly but already healing. Tis just a flesh wound. Mordred Vargo:shook his head, "the will is paramount Amika...your words, mere letters...you bled because I told you too, not because of some mad gods will, but for your own desire to obey me." He stepped in her space. "A flesh wound, oh no little demon, you carved a portion of your soul out just then." He kissed her with an intoxicating gentleness. "Return to them now if you wish." The arrogance he displayed then was unparalleled. "Try and forget lay under any man you wish, make false penance if you can...you know your only other option now..." (edited) Amika:laughed softly as he stepped towards her. "Oh the children of the night....what sweet music they make.." she teased as she felt his lips upon hers. she returned the gesture "Return to who? An empty house? A church that is locked up and I cannot access right now? You know how HARD I worked on that place.." she growled a little at him, not because she was mad at him. No...she was just frustrated of it all. Mordred Vargo:put his fingers to her lips cutting off anything else she said. "I know...this makes it all the sweeter doesn't it Amika, the devalued you, abused and left, who was there to pick up the pieces..." Venomously he turned her thoughts and twisted home the truth of what he was saying. "One last step....spread your legs....and renounce your faith...become the legend and martyr you desire to be...step truly into what darkness and lack of remorse means Amika, forsake them ALL..." Amika:placed her hands upon his chest as he spoke to her. "No...I cannot renounce my faith...just like you cannot renounce your bloodline....It IS me.." she gave him a slight push. She was egging him on. She felt his pickings upon her already venerable mind. She closed the distance to him as she gave him another push. "You ask too much of me..." she growled before she moved to claim his lips. Her nails raking across his flesh, perhaps drawing blood. She didn't care. The past few days have been Hell. And she was pent up
Mordred Vargo:caught her by the throat and forced her to be at arms length. His eyes looked her up and down, Her flesh cut and bloody over her heart, in his grasp she was.It was almost symbolic..."reborn...redefined...." He canted his head to the side, "the other side of your fear...is where i wait and where you desire to be...You can't go back, fear going forward. Stagnant little demon, I ask you nothing more than what you already have shown to truly want..." He looked at her arm and then to the mark she moved onto her hand and laughed. Mordred Vargo:pleasure or pain demon?...decide life or death."
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Post by Amika on Sept 22, 2018 5:35:37 GMT -8
Amika:laughed "Do you not doubt my fear. I bet you even fear once or twice in your life Boogyman..." she looked to him. "I do not want to die, but I know my death comes for me one way or another. But at who's blade do I fall apon..." she looked to him as he held her by the throat. She didn't try to move away.
"Pleasure or Pain....Why can't I have both..." she winked softly to him. Her eyes became cold and distant. "Do what you will, Ursurper. Save my life or snuff it out." Mordred Vargo:would pause. A most devious look on his face. "Amika...do what I asked you to do...no more words, no more dancing. You know what I want from you, give it to me." Tyranius:homed in on the mark, he'd known for a while now what Mordred was up to...it did not take a genius to figure out the Goat's way of doing thing's. He made his appearance before the two hood hiding his face in a cloak of shadow and darkness, shadows swirling down over his form. He stood there it was hard to tell where he was looking but the mark would burn hot, was there fury, oh yes there would be, it would be a painful reminder to his High Priestess. Amika:Stood there for a moment. Her heart pounding in her chest. He would see a variety of emotions. The woman was not in a stable mind. She had been torn from this land into some Void. Her arm was taken and given back. She had many people of this land wanting her dead. Every single time she tried to make things better for everyone, her reputation got ahead of her. How many years has she striven only to fail.
His words planted their seeds in her mind. Then she felt it, the pain. It made her go weak. She saw Tyr there, She didn't care if he saw her nude form there. "Tyr...." she spoke to him. "How many times have I hurt myself for you....How many times did I put everything I had for you....Again and again...."
she growled "How many times have I loved and lost. I gave birth to our son then told he isn't my son?!" she shouted to him. Tyranius:he folded his hands in front of himself glancing at Mordred "I gave you a house, a Purpose....something to strive for how you chose to go about that is beyond me, when you're husband to be asked me out of my as we call it "Sisters" Existence I complied, I gave you the thing's you wanted the thing's you ask for...If you are seeking an emotional bond, Amika that is not something I can give you, that is not my purpose...and some of those sacrifices were unecesscary, but each time I've patched you up and supported you in whatever endeavors you seem to find yourself in...to blame me for you're own choices is folly, I did not influence, but I did use you, for that I'm not sorry you do not Regret Roark, he is still in way's you're son, but here now....when you are a wreck you seek out old flames, enemies no doubt, and you bare yourself naked to them, when you should be with you're man trying to fix thing's trying to repair you're family...yes the church is locked away, but I can give you a guess who has had there fingers in the honey pot". He let out a deep breath "I think I have been rather nice in the matter letting people do as they please under the temple...some of the things people do...are honestly a bit questionable...you got yourself caught by this Ronnie, when the mark is very capable of protecting you from such thing as a summoning, but the mark does not just give you the power you have you're own will to power that is how it work's but I cannot..hold you're hand you are Hight Priestess for a reason that alone should be enough to remind you that you're god has faith in you're sacrifices...and that you are not some...throwaway, when thing's don't go the right way for me".(edited)
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Post by Amika on Sept 22, 2018 5:40:33 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo:stepped back and would bow low to them both allowing them their moment. His grin impossibly wide. All he sought to accomplish he had in that moment. He ignored Tyr, "Amika...return to them..." He winked at her, "obey..." He licked his lips.(edited) Amika:listened to Tyr's words. He was right. He did patch her up. He did build her a house. And he did apologize for his using of her. "A god shouldn't Use his priestess and misguide them for whatever purpose. I was naive before...possibly still am now.." she shrugged at herself. "Baracus left me because of everything that has happened. He is mad about all that there was and is. He would probably be glad if I left...." she sighed softly. "I lost everything to you, Tyr...." she heard Mordred and snapped her fingers. Her clothes returning onto her form. "I wont abide by it much longer......" she moved to leave them both.
Mordred Vargo:broke out into laughter as she left and then abruptly he grew agitated. "Amika, I will see you tomorrow..." He then focused on Tyr..."I have just begun to make you regret for tricking my twin..." Tyranius:he shrugged at Mordred "You're Jealousy is Noted Mordred, but she did it of her own free will, I did nothing to coerse her into making love with me, it is only now that you are back that she feel's shame, in the fact she sought something other then her twin out sexually is not of my concern, as for caring for her, she did give good genetics for the child, Roark you do remember right?" He let out a sigh "Getting Laelia to shut down my Church that was a low blow, even for you, but if that is the best you can do...I wouldn't call it much upheaval, I see you for what you are...a goat who hides...plotting strings...feel free to visit my temple and issue that challenge". He stared Mordred Down "Or do you wish to issue it now?" he paused "Or do you think you have enough time to run home and find the suprise I left for you...you do remember you let me into you're house..". He clicked his tongue "Tick Tock Mordred, Tick Tock". Mordred Vargo:bowed, "I challenge you now..." Mordred Vargo:asked "Would you expect anything less Tyr, you came to the Vargo's for a reason... for this right here...we are unflinching."(edited) Mordred Vargo:would add arrogantly, "I have riled a god and challenged you...never touch what belongs to me, I will risk life, will you risk her ire that which you so desire.." he grinned(edited) Tyranius:he stared at Mordred dead on "What pisses you off more...Mordred, that fact she might have slightly started to move on...or that I screwed her...?" he chuckled "IS the bond exactly what you want it to be, sure she is enthralled with you, but perhaps it is because she is never allowed to...reach out and grasp...on her never without you're permission or interference of course, does it anger you that this course of action she willingly took on her own was and is out of you're control?" Tyranius:he stepped forward "You run to old flames every time, like a spoiled child...and they come...despite the cost, but how much longer...when Laelia finds you flirting with Amika, how soon does Monet Realize you scold her for being kind to her, but then you turn around and try to take it...consequences will always come". He smiled "Are you really her doting brother are you simply the replacement for her parents...and she is just to broken to realize it?" Mordred Vargo:laughed "you are right Tyr...You know Mont better than I." His grin would widen, "Oh no Amika was a pawn, no old flame. You even a GOD must realize when you play with the lives of mortals, even you can suffer consequences. You struck a low blow against a mortal as a Divine. Pay attention upstart. I ruled when you wished at the stars to be me. Be a god, emulate Sinead, MY aunt..." He shook his head..."Go see your father Barak, ask him who killed you and Petra and took divinity, he will only have one answer...learn from your past..."he recalled wulv's gift and grit his teeth..."Touch her again I ruin you, simple...and step in my space again and I will make you regret being un-killable as I break you every chance I get..."(edited) Tyranius:he nodded "Barak was weak....he is gone, I don't see how he is even relevant, if he ever comes back that is on him". He nodded "I do know this, but, so far..." He chuckled "Upstart...you are Starting to sound like Baracus...one you despise so much". He paused "What will you do imprison and torture me...threaten those I love....oh no...". He stepped forward "I accept you're challenge...". Mordred Vargo:would grin, "Now you are being a god...." He vanished moving to the arena.
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