Post by Monet Vargo on Oct 18, 2018 0:04:30 GMT -8
Leading up to this: tyran.freeforums.net/thread/1742/death-match-abigail-monet
Monet VargoYesterday at 9:14 PM
Monet VargoYesterday at 9:14 PM
(Monet) opened her eyes after disturbed, restless sleep. She winced. Her face had been cut open, then seared back shut in battle. Her skin was missing in large patches. Her shoulder had a large gash deep in it that had broken her left arm but Lyf helped her sow that wound closed. And her eye burned... probably pink eye from it being spit in. The light magic was still poisoning her as her darkness tried to return and push it out. The worst wound of all though, was her pride. "Ugh.." she said, sitting up a little bit.
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 9:20 PM
stepped from the pitch darkness to a point beside his twin and would kneel beside her broken form. His head hung and he averted his eyes from her. She had broke their bond but they always knew, never one without the other. His jaw clenched and he with a gentleness never before displayed he clasped his hand over her own and would beg, "Mo...give it to me, all the pain the regret the thoughts of failure, give it to me....I will and have always endured." He would not touch her more than that, she had suffered burns and her skin would flake at his touch. "Don't refuse me this..."his tone was pleading, Monet was everything to him and seeing her like this....he had only one response, "bind with me and give it to me...." He had ceased his adventure for Adrea and ignored Amika, Monet was everything to him...
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Monet VargoYesterday at 9:28 PM
looked to Mordred through her good eye when he appeared, a tear falling down her cheek at the failure she felt. His touch was probably the most gentle she'd ever noticed, even though she couldn't feel it fully. Reaching out with the hand that wasn't broken she waited for him to take it, nodding. She had no more pride to refuse, no energy to argue. He wanted to help... she likely would have asked the same. When he took her hand, she'd focus inwardly to their bond, picturing the strands connecting between them. There was a glow between their hands and she had to inhale a deep breath as the bound returned, her eyes looking to him with some regret knowing at least partially what this would do.
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 9:39 PM
stoically he took her hand. His skin would singe and crackle. His gums would receed from the heat and he had to brace himself physically as she for once let him truly be her strength. It brought him to his knees. Monet though would heal. The twins were like nothing in Tyran. Through clenched teeth he rose back to his feet, "never one without the other." Every break every scare and burn was shifted onto him and he welcomed it silently. NEVER would Monet suffer as long as he did take a breath. It hurt his core that she felt she had failed him. "You stood up for me, when you didn't have to, I love you..." He put his now charred face into her lap, "I failed you..."....with now broken limbs the warrior he was, forced the grinding of bone and sinew to drape his arms about his twin. Monet would feel no more pain or sorrow. It was always his role and pledge to endure and take upon any troubles for them. The fight was not hers but yet in still she had taken it and the least he could do was take from her the doubt. "Say make them burn Mo...and they will..." he was weak, he had never known lose EVER, nor would Monet.
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Monet VargoYesterday at 9:46 PM
inhaled deep for the first time since the battle... it had hurt too much to take a full breath before. It was true, he had better healing capacity and endurance than she did, and she carefully rested her hand on the back of his head as he rested it in her lap, fingers trembling a little bit. "I want her to suffer Mordred. She pretended she wanted to be my friend. She tricked me into trusting her. She made a fake apology about our mother. She pretended to heal, when instead she used it to gain intel... then because of a mere warning about betrayal... simple words... she came at me, wanted me to drink a paralysis potion and watch her hurt my family. Then when I refused, she tried to kill me. Then the very last bit... she didn't even honor me with a warriors death; instead, she lectured me like a child and spit in my eye. She humiliated me unlike any other. I don't want her dead, I want her to suffer..." it was the first time she'd actually told Mordred she wanted action against someone. "First, we finish our business. Then... she better hope we can't find her again, and this time I wont play fair; I'll play dirty, like she did."
leaned forward and kissed the top of his head then, lingering there. They might not be making love, but just touching would help at least start the healing process for him. "I love you too Mordred, so much. Thank you..." she didn't say sorry; she knew better. And he now knew all her thoughts and feelings, so it was unnecessary. (e)
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 9:50 PM
with a black tear falling from his eye he looked at his beloved and did vow..."i will take her eyes and those of her children, I will erase her name from Tyran's histroy, no matter how many times it takes to slay this whore of light this false holy cow that is Abigail, I will break this ** and bring you every part of her broken form." His now splintered body was possessed of all that Monet's once was... yet he stood..."Absinthe" he commanded the darkness...Abigail had truly signed her death warrant....
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Monet VargoYesterday at 9:55 PM
pushed out of bed, naked since clothing before had hurt too much. She moved to the darkness when the Absinthe was brought and gathered it, preparing it the way he enjoyed. Then she moved back over to him and handed it to him, surprised partially that he could stand considering she knew the pain and extent of the injuries. "She also dared to call on our aunt's name and power against me. I know Sinead was not the one to give her that power. I wonder how Sinead will react," she wondered out loud, sitting down on the bed with her brush and beginning to get the knots out of her hair now that she was capable (ever the vain one.)
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 10:09 PM
would always see Monet as beautiful, even now with a half blinded eye. he cupped the glass in both hands and drank it down greedily. He said nothing for a long moment. A chess board did materialize in front of Monet, with a ragged tired tone he stated, "white bishop takes the black queen." A piece fell over, and he grew incensed. "Forgive me for what I will do to her, and if Sinead stands in my way, I will break her like I did Tyr, she has sat inept and hidden, you are her kin, one of her own did this, are bonds of faith or family stronger. I will test and expose the truth...the cow hides in the light...." He took another sallow but could not still see Monet fully after taking her wounds. He was finally forced to sit down and breath through gritted teeth, "call my little demon...don't question me..." He had gone mad with rage....
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Monet VargoYesterday at 10:17 PM
watched the board as the bishop knocked over the Queen, and grit her teeth a little bit. She needed to get stronger, somehow. Rising from the bed, she moved over to her wardrobe and threw a black silk robe about her so that she wouldn't waste anymore time dressing further. Then she moved to the fire hearth in her room that she rarely used, kneeling down and starting up a fire. "Come to him, he requires you," she said, adding Amika's name to help summon her. Then she stepped back from the flames and allowed the wards to let Amika pass into her room this time. Then she returned to Mordred and the chess board, taking his glass and moving to refill it, before bringing it back to him. He'd taken on all her pain and emotional agony, the least she could do was keep his glass full and help him plan.
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AmikaYesterday at 10:19 PM
appeared there in a flume of flame. The flame dissipated and everything resumed as it was. She was there, in the room with them now. The demoness had a confused look upon her face for a moment as she looked to Monet then to Mordred. She had a serious 'wtf' look up on her face but didn't say anything. After a moment assessing what was around her she nodded "I see why you disappeared so fast....." she spoke in understanding.
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 10:31 PM
with a raspy tone he stated, "guard her, and drink with me..." He looked at Monet again almost pleading, "she has always stood with me...me and us...forgive her, she is as hunted as we are.....I would.." he wavered. And forced his skull topped staff into existence to lean upon. "You .....you two...share a seed....set grievance aside, for the boy, one falls he will know sorrow, that is not for a child..." He refilled his glass. The skin and bone around his left hand fell off and he grimaced in deep pain. He would endure. His love for what completed him would force him to bear the pain..."excuse me..." he needed a moment to himself. He knew Amika above anyone would heed his words, she ranked equally in his eyes as Monet....
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Monet VargoYesterday at 10:36 PM
nods to Mordred, eyes moving over to his hand with a frown. "I already told you I shall not take steps against her anymore. She's important to you Mordred, I understand," she said calmingly; she'd meant it before when she said so. "Roark is his own man, it'll be up to him if he approaches her. Its not my place to force it," she said more to Amika than Mordred. Then he asked for some time and Monet stayed where she was to allow him whatever it was he wished to do. In his condition, she worried about him moving too much but she trusted in him.
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AmikaYesterday at 10:38 PM
didn't offer a rebuttal to his words. She nodded, agreeing to help guard Monet. She looked concerned when he was in pain, it tugged at her little black heart. She would wait a moment before pouring her own glass of absinthe. "Take your time..." she spoke to Mordred as he excused himself. Her emerald hues glanced to Monet. "What the hell...happened?" she asked softly. She did not know of the fight nor anything that happened since they left.
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Monet VargoYesterday at 10:40 PM
sat down on her bed and motioned to a chair for Amika. (Will post more after Mordred)
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 10:45 PM
alone and out of sight he did one thing no one ever saw, he even clouded the world about him in darkness and pitch black...he broke. Upon his knees with black tears rolling down his cheeks he wept like a child. HE had failed and allowed Monet to be hurt. Abi wanted to hurt him and she had done in the worst way. His vengeance against her would be unrelenting. A bout of madness took him as again he saw himself being judged by their father, he cringed at the sight of Camien that formed in his minds eye..."YOU ALLOWED HER TO SUFFER." Boomed the voice of their father, Mordred held up his hands, "no..i promise I took it from her.." He felt a ghostly lash fall against his form and even though burnt and partially broken he was forced to take it. In his mind the lash struck again and again driving him down to all fours and tears fell from his eyes....and the words you let her suffer tore deep into his subconscious mind..then he blinked it all away and simply sat in a corner and began to giggle....
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AmikaYesterday at 10:47 PM
moved to sit in the chair Monet motioned to. Crossing her right leg over left, with her glass of Absinthe in her right hand. Her tail moving to and fro as she looked to Monet with a level of concern. Concern for both of the twins.
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Monet VargoYesterday at 10:53 PM
unknowing to what Mordred was enduring because he blocked it from her, looked to Amika. "Remember the hospital? Run by that demi-goddess Abigail? She attacked me in the tavern... tried to harass me into drinking a paralysis potion so that I'd have to watch her make my family suffer. When I refused, we went to the arena and she tried to kill me. The injuries you see on Mordred... were mine. He... he took them so I wouldn't suffer," she frowned a bit. "Now he suffers, because of her. All this was because he'd made a threat that betrayal from her would result in him going after her kids. Words. She's gone mad, and came after me to hurt Mordred... as they all do..." she felt that shame well up a bit in her again at being weak, but pushed it down. Mordred was the one who suffered now, and not just from the wounds she passed to him. "I stood against her, to prove I wont be used as a tool to hurt him. That I'm not just a weak link. I put up a good fight, but... I lost to the demi-goddess. She ended it by leaving me there broken, and spitting in my eye."
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AmikaYesterday at 10:56 PM
felt her hands clench hearing Monet's words. She listened intently and when she finished, the glass she held shattered in her hand. She was mad. Not mad at Monet but mad at Abigail. She harmed Mordred through Monet and hurt Monet in the fight as well. She felt the blood run down her hand but she didn't care. It would heal on its own. It was just a flesh wound. "That bitch...." she breathed out softly. She stood up and began to pace. She had to move or else risk ruining something that belonged to Monet. Fire rippled across her body like little ribbons. But it would not burn anything around her nor would it harm any that would touch her. "She will die..." she stated matter of factly.
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Monet VargoYesterday at 11:04 PM
nodded calmly at Amika's anger. "Yes. For the first time... I actually encouraged Mordred to take revenge. I might regret that, if he gets hurt further or... or dies. But I need her to suffer Amika. There's more I didn't even tell you, that lead up to the fight. Ways she humiliated and tricked me and used me. Mordred... is not pleased, to say the least. She'll deserve any suffering she endures from this point on, and I hope she doesn't die too quickly before that."
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 11:08 PM
composed himself and did step back into the room, "no..." He stated and looked at both of them. "She will not die...everything she touches wil die, every seed she plants I will destroy before it grows." He looked between both women and filled his glass of Absinthe, how he moved and was able t drink was beyond him. He looked directly at Monet, then to Amika, "you two will no longer suffer because of who and what I am, I promise you..." There was an eerie calm to his tone a calm that would even unnerve his twin...then...he simply vanished....there was a feeling of impending doom that would fall over the carrion lands and to those sensitive in Tyran enough to feel it...A haunting melody would stir in his wake..."oh oh death...."
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AmikaYesterday at 11:12 PM
watched as Monet spoke more. "Her and I were going to work together to Help those of Tyran...." she spat on the ground at that. Then Mordred came back into the room. She listened to his words and shivered as even she was unnerved by this. She looked to her hand, pulling out the glass shards. "Well....shite...." she breathed out.....she moved to sit back down on the chair. She wouldn't stop Mordred. He was intent on doing what he wanted. She will stay and guard Monet, like she was told to do
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Monet VargoYesterday at 11:13 PM
frowned when he spoke and simply vanished on her. His tone was indeed unnerving and she shivered a little bit, rubbing her arm with a sigh. "I don't need you to protect me, by the way. Its insulting it was even asked, even though I know why..." she looked at her. "You can stay near me if you need to obey him though, I wont force you away. Just... let me have my privacy for the most part. I need to find a way to get stronger; I don't want him always thinking I'm hurt because of him. I'm his completion just as he is mine... and that means I also need to be closer to his equal, in power. Right now, I'm far too behind..."
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AmikaYesterday at 11:15 PM
looked to Monet. "I wasn't going to stay glued to you...I'll still be here and you know how to summon me. I wont fail him..." she looked to her with resolve. "I can work on potions to help with strength, but training helps too....." she suggested as she stood. "He loves you, Monet..." Yeah...the whole world knows that. "And I care about you too..." she stated thusly. She moved to the door. "I'll take that room I had before down the hall....unless you require anything else from me?" she looked back to her. The blood had already stopped.
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Monet VargoYesterday at 11:20 PM
shook her head. "You can take that room again. Yes... I shall be training. Mordred gave me back time I would have lost waiting to heal, I wont waste it. I know he loves me; I love him more than life itself too. My family, my beloved, my twin and completion." she might have smiled, but it only hurt her heart now, knowing he was out with vengeance in mind. "I don't wish to fail him again, same as you..." she nodded to her then after she left, Monet would return to her bed but wouldn't rest. Instead, she sat and meditated.
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 11:21 PM
in a secluded cave, somehow he found the mysterious woman from his dreams...."I am ready..." was all he spoke to the darkness..."the devil needs..."
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AmikaYesterday at 11:22 PM
nodded softly "Well, then...goodnight.." she left Monet to do whatever she wanted to do. She went to that room and would rest.
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Mysterious WomanYesterday at 11:25 PM
moved from the shadows behind Mordred silently. There would be no question on if he was sure, no second guesses. "Good," was the only answer and praise he would get as she stepped even closer to him, a pale hand touching his damaged shoulder without care to his injuries. She gave him the grace of having one more moment for himself though, before he would face what was to come.
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 11:29 PM
would lean into it's touch, "you spoke truth, I..." he shook his head and let her embrace him, he was at a loss for words, how had she known, he pushed away from her, "one thing...your name..." He then turned and presented the left side of his throat, the side with the main carotid artery to her, "give me the power to always keep her...evermore...."
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Mysterious WomanYesterday at 11:35 PM
grinned slightly as her fangs grew. "As you wish. Oh, and that little requirement of yours..." she stepped forward and leaned up to whisper in his ear, both finishing what she was saying, as well as giving him the name he may know her by. Then he was hers. His blood... such powerful, delicious life essence... was consumed. She savored every last drop that she took, and knew that she was not the only one who would feel the wave of pleasure and satisfaction. As he weakened in her arms, she held him with an unnatural strength until he had nearly succumb to the loss. Only then would she slice her chest above her heart with a sharpened black nail, and as her blood spilled forth, she pressed him like a child to her bosom and let him take the power he so desired.
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 11:39 PM
had never felt such an assault, he wavered in her clutches and tried weakly to fend her off as he for once felt fear. The devil of Tyran felt fear. Then the fear almost became orgasmic and he clutched her to him and allowed her to take ...he knew her name...yet only was able to manage one word, "sire...."....he held onto her until his world went dark. Everything stopped, there was no more pain, no more regret, no more feeling of lose. A point of stillness took him. Then he rose..........
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Mysterious WomanYesterday at 11:42 PM
leaned forward and placed a single kiss upon his lips, then she was gone, leaving behind only her scent and a dark laughter that filled the cave as she too had gained quite a power this night.
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AmikaYesterday at 11:46 PM
lay curled in the entanglement of the sheets. The only thing obscuring her nude form to the world. Her eyelids moved as she dreamed with that arm curled under her head and pillow. She was replaying the fight she had with helping Adrea
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Mordred VargoYesterday at 11:50 PM
rose in the form he had possessed at the height of his glory. Deep purple was his hair, his physical was the panicle of athletic fitness. His curse of needing six months and slaying a Vargo was replaced by now a nightly hunger. Still a necromancer unmatched and possessed of the ability to control demons devils and the black flame...what would return to Tyran was no longer simply a man. He was kindred, a being truly now of the night and darkness. They had tried to take from him his most beloved, now he would never die, never age and forever guard her. Speed unmatched and strength now never before seen flooded his form...and he had yet to grasp the full understanding of what he truly had now become...he returned home to the Carrion lands, abandoning his mission to help Adrea...."I will never again no matter how long it takes, let her suffer....I have warned you Tyran....."
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AmikaYesterday at 11:52 PM
turned over in her bed. Her back to the door as she mumbled something incoherently in her sleep.. Her tail came out from under the sheet and thwapped against the ground then the side of the bed
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Monet VargoYesterday at 11:55 PM
felt her heart stop during her meditation. Her eyes lost focus for a moment and anyone who might have been watching her in that moment would think she was dead. A short time later, she inhaled sharply and trembled as she felt a fire throughout her body. What was going on? Soon though it passed, and she felt back to 'normal' again. "Mordred..." she said out loud with confusion to the empty room. Something had happened, though she didn't know what. Perhaps she was feeling the injuries again that he'd taken from her. There was a chill in the air though and something bothered her; something didn't seem right. "Please be okay," she said as she moved over to the window to look out at the moon, then closed her eyes.
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Mordred VargoToday at 12:05 AM
entered Monet's room through normal means, no stepping through the darkness, he simply opened the door, "yes, my beloved." She alone would instantly note the difference in her twin. His composure, and no longer wounded, the reversion and the cold aura about him. They were still bound but there was a distance between then, "Mo..." The tear shed was no longer black and ichor filled, now crimson....then he with inhuman speed flashed forward and with strength she had never known him to have he clutched her too him...his mouth opened wide and incisors elongated...fire would explode into her form as he completed the transformation and would feed. His mouth clamping to her throat as his hands gripped her breast and hips forcing her to still in his grasp...he took savagely and firstly from his only and ever love...bound always....
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Monet VargoToday at 12:11 AM
turned when he spoke, having not heard a single sound other than the door. It was then that she fully noticed the difference. How he looked, how he sounded, the missing injuries, the change in physique... the tear. "What did you-" she started to say before he was upon her and she jerked in surprise but couldn't move. Pain washed through her as he bit down into her throat and she let out a little cry, but then relaxed in his grasp as the shock started to wear off. It wasn't as painful when she wasn't resisting. The realization washed over her and her hand reached out to rest on his side as she allowed him to feed on her; in a way deep down, even though she didn't know why or how this had happened, she was happy too that he came to her for this. She was useful to him in that moment again, embraced, loved, needed. Shame of her battle melted away and she closed her eyes in his arms.
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AmikaToday at 12:14 AM
kept on sleeping. Unknowing what was happening or what happened to Mordred
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Mordred VargoToday at 12:20 AM
withdrew when he felt her pulse become thready and weak, his lips stained crimson, "forever more, nothing can take me from you nor make me unable to protect you." Unlike before when he would have to call the ambient darkness now he simply seemed to dissolve into it and was gone. HIs demeanor when he spoke was domineering yet poised. A true creature of night, whatever the woman in the cave did to him, stilled his madness. He was no longer reckless and vengeful, now poised and supremly calculated. He then did knock on Amika's door and call her name and ask if he may enter....
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AmikaToday at 12:22 AM
turned over in her sleep. Murmering lightly as his knock roused her lightly "Mm...yes?" she sounded like he woke her from a sleep. She turned over to face the door now, the sheet protecting her form from prying eyes. Her eyes were still closed but she was semi awakish now
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Monet VargoToday at 12:23 AM
nodded as she watched his face, fighting off the fatigue that threatened to take her after his feeding on her. She reached up and rested her hand on her neck. 'Forever more...' she repeated his words after he faded back into the darkness and smiled slightly, before moving across the room and collapsing onto the bed, rest finally in her grasp. He seemed so much more at peace somehow. Her eyes closed, and darkness took her.
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Mordred VargoToday at 12:25 AM
was bound by new laws and was slightly irritated he had to ask to be let in, but permission was granted. He stood in her doorway, Monet's blood still on his lips. "Come to me my little demon..." There was such a seductiveness to his tone she would hardly know if she were still in a dream state or was awake. His power of suggestion and physical charm had been amplified beyond measure." With his hand he virtually motioned her from her bed, "come my little demon..."
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AmikaToday at 12:27 AM
rose she did. Clutching that sheet around her form. Looking like some sort of wedding dress as it kissed the ground as she came to him. "Mmm You okay?" she asked softly as she made her way to him. stopping mere inches from him. Emeralds looking to him. Something had changed but what? What was that on his lips? Blood? She reached her fingertips of her right hand up to his lips. A look of concern immediately fell, not of herself but of him.
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Mordred VargoToday at 12:32 AM
looked at her form only partially covered by the sheet. A wedding gown or sheet that some pull over their dead. Without asking he striped it from her, exposing Amika's naked body. There was no desire in his eyes, but a deep seated lust not for her flesh but now for her blood..."who do you belong to?" He shut the door behind them with a wave of his hand. She too would note the change, deadly poised and even more dark than what was in him....
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AmikaToday at 12:33 AM
felt the sheet ripped from her and she was bare before him. She didn't flinch nor back up. "You." she stated softly. She noted the change and she recognized it. "You.....are ascended....." she stated softly.
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Mordred VargoToday at 12:40 AM
stated to no one, "bound evermore to Monet, my completion, but this...is mine...." He looked at Amika, then cursed the world with one statement, "look what your gods have done to me.....now she is MY BRIDE...." then sunk fangs into her throat. What took place that night was something foul and unholy. Monet was and always would be his only love, the devil though would create his coven as well....Amika was penetrated finally not with his phallic member but fang....and left wanton and seduced...Amrite would soon suffer the same fate. The devil was reborn and stalked and made those who desired him, his own, yet no one would ever stand above his queen Monet....
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AmikaToday at 12:42 AM
felt the pain. A soft cry that was silenced shortly after. She did not struggle. She let him feed untill she felt her eyelids grow heavy. "M...mo..." she breathed out lightly as he fed from her.
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