Days, weeks... or was it even months and years that had passed since she'd been forced into the Prince's servitude. An offense of taking a possession of his, it was a boring job waking up every day to have nothing you'd done before with a constant lack of memory of it. It was this tower, she'd figured it out now, that as long as she was there, this perfect labratory that made her want to stay there forever. She was waining, her power was failing and she was exhausted. Granted the demons that frolicked and were tortured in this ring of hell fed her faintly. It wasn't nearly enough for the Aensland Princess.
It was after a day where she all but fell over out of bed she decided enough was enough. She made her word that she'd not leave his bounds and pull one of her patented copy written vanishing acts. No, she could be recalled on whim by him. She had a debt to work off after all. Abusing a possession of the deIngis was a crime that should have meant her death. Evidently as the Prince had stated, she had her purpose. And well, it kept her from the certain death of the Wolves of the deSade pack.
Yes, she'd done some research since then and found Sylvana was one of Ameerah Amunet's cousins. A direct descendant if anything else which meant, she fucked up bad. Damn it. However, the Prince assured her she was safe under his banner of punishment until her usefulness was gone. She was going to be useful. Already there were great creatures of horrific design, intention and construction in various parts of the tower labratory he'd put her in. Constructs even a few constructs she'd made of the girls she'd taken.
Little lifeless clones based on the dna she'd taken of salome and sylvana. They slept eternally within those test tubes like all her other specimens. Dorian, Morlis, Discord, Salome, Sylvana, Christopher Aensland, her own father Blake. To say the least she had a nice collection to play with. Dragons, Unicorns and the such she had with dna, science recreated them and brought them to life but kept them in a state of eternal stasis. There was one missing though from Elismera...
Her beloved childhood friend that was a regretful failed experimentation. Celeena was missing, she'd never been able to recover her. It was a deep unabashed pain in her heart that she was well faintly ashamed of. Normally she wasn't careless even though Celeena had long ago outlived her usefulness and was a failure. She was important to Talisy as much as her child like teddy bear Emily that Dorian had gave her and a little baby ragged bunny that Blake had given her.
It was time to get things she needed, to feed once more and regain her strength. Naturally she'd probably return to the tower, on her own accord or when summoned. There was no resisting the summons when they came, she couldn't because he had something no one else did. The demon Prince, had talisy's true name. The abyssal demoness's name that came from her father blake's line. It was as binding as a contract signed in blood.
So with that mental knowledge, she formed a portal to the Makai. The demon princess of the aensland family was returning but not to where she was before. The portal would open to a locked, secured portion of the Aensland manor. Kincaid's labratory, it was hers by right of sucession. It was her domain that no one knew the key codes and bindings other then her. It wouldn't have kept her safe from the Prince though.
In a familiar place, she almost purred, it was here she was closest to the heart of the Aensland house. The secret that only the aensland family knew about the house, it was a living creature. It took the form of a house to please it's occupants, an eternal deal to say the least. Each room was almost seemed to form as if always there even if it was not. Each place within it had a cost though. The cost was all sex within the house though it fed the Aenslands within, it fed the house as well. Iria was her name, Iria would miss Talisy probably the most as she'd met the lady the statue that was the embodiment of the Aensland manor and itwas there tali head first. Her body straved of energy due to her own stupidity.
Her slender arms wrapped about the womanly statue and the hosue itself fed off the Aensland. Absorbing her within the statue itself to where just a few violet strands lay upon the ground. It was soemthing she'd learned as a child, to give oneself over entirely to the wanton will of another, to be fed to it, and in return fed as well. Pure pleasure, pain and torture rolled into one. A process that would take a while for her to return from.
Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 2:02 am