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Who can bleed a Rainbow...

La Sirena

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Morlis was dead. Boohoo. Part of her genuinely wished that she felt something more for her dearly departed Father but the truth of the matter was she couldn’t care less and in fact was a little elated at the demise of the man who really only ever seemed to care about his male children. Unless he was fucking one of the females, of course. She knew he had gone after Salome, probably even Carese, though had been smart enough to avoid his eldest daughter. Perhaps it rankled just a smidge that the act of killing Morlis had been done for Najia’s sake, the reminder of how important the younger woman, or little brat as Sarine preferred to call her, was to Stativare being the true annoyance with the whole situation. She knew Najia was his First though. Knew so long as she kept part of herself from Stativare she would never be his First. And deep down she knew so long as she had Hale a part of her would be held by him. A large part that was growing in size every day.

She held no animosity towards Stativare for taking her; she broke the laws of Hell and had gotten off relatively unscathed all things considered. She was his Caira, his Conduit that fed all the sins and negative emotions she collected to him making him stronger, more powerful, and as his Caira she in turn was more powerful and held more standing in Hell. It was a beneficial arrangement for them both. She was loyal to him, cared for him, and frankly loved fucking him. Hale was special, though, and it was for Hale that an idea began to form.

Morlis’ death had done little to her emotionally but it did put her to thinking about her family, about those within the family who had hurt her and her sisters. Ilario vanished much in the same way Carese had before finding her way to Narion and the de Ingis (and she quietly hoped Ilario would one day find his way to them as well), but Antonio…he just sat back and let it all unfold. He didn’t do a damn thing to stop their father from selling Salome, hadn’t gone after her, hadn’t bothered to appeal to Najia on her behalf and, worst of all, had done nothing when Stativare had come for Sarine. Those were not even the worst of his crimes, in her opinion. He’d bound her, magically, with a mark that was meant to convey his affection for her but rather put magical shackles on her.

She wanted to hurt him…that went without saying, but how to hurt him was another matter. It was Hale, actually, who inspired her. Since the night Stativare had physically overpowered Hale she had thought long and hard on her creation’s vulnerability, how he despised it as he did, and how she had no desire for him to be kept as a mindless automaton as Antonio had kept Rain. Rain..it was all about Rain. She would be the key in this little revenge idea. It wasn’t all about revenge though. That certainly helped but it was also about doing something for Hale, making him stronger. The fact that it would hurt Antonio in the process was a very happy bonus.

Rain was capable of taking care of herself. She was a trained assassin first taught by her creator and then by the Exile family. She was quite skilled. She was also a construct, mindless save for the will of her creator, but luckily for her Antonio was one of the two mages responsible for her creation and she knew she could use that to her advantage. Antonio had been the more powerful sorcerer between the two of them once upon a time, but teachings from their Mother, from Antonio himself, and now from Stativare, put them on a much more level playing field and their magical signature was close enough that the magic that animated Rain could likely be confused and manipulated with a little bit of skill and creativity.

Her plan was simple enough. Find Rain alone, control her, kill her, and steal the magical power used in creating her and funnel it into Hale. Simple, right? In theory yes but there were of course some finer details. She knew Antonio had taken Rain and was living among Cahira’s kumpania but she had no idea how often Rain was alone and she had to be mindful of the fact that her Aunt Cahira was a powerful woman and might sense their approach to the kumpania. Then of course there was always the possibility that her assumptions that her magic signature was close enough to Antonio’s to allow her to control Rain were wrong, a fact they had no way of testing until the time actually came. Though...once upon a time Antonio had told Rain to obey Sarine as if she were Antonio himself. Would he even have thought to rescind his command?

She had a working plan in mind and the more she thought about it the more she wanted to do it. Rain was essentially mindless anyway, the world certainly wouldn’t miss her; Hale would benefit far more from the magic within Rain than the brightly colored animated doll ever would. First things first, though, she had to get Hale on board and it was with that in mind that she entered his quarters without knocking (why would she really?), her voice calling his name before she had even stepped over the threshold.

He appeared in the doorway leading to the small room off of his main bedchamber where he practiced his burgeoning cryomancy abilities. He was shirtless, as he often was unless they were in public, and she took a good long minute to appreciate the sight he presented, a slow smile curving her lips and softening her typically cool, aloof, and indifferent façade. Hale often made her smile and was privy to emotions few others saw from the remarkably composed demoness, something almost unheard of for those of her race.

Closing and locking the door behind her she approached him as he did the same and meeting him half way she drew him down for a lingering kiss. Yes she had business to discuss but with Hale pleasure always came first. When their lips finally parted she guided him to the nearby settee that was placed before the hearth across from his bed. Must keep some distance from the bed or she’d never get her idea out. Sitting next to him she took his hand and met his eyes, curiosity shining blatantly in his own. He knew she was up to something and was waiting patiently for her to reveal it.


“Hale…I have an idea I want your opinion on. It’s an idea that would make you stronger, more powerful, give you extra abilities though honestly I can’t say what those abilities will manifest as. There is a way…but we will have to kill someone to do it. We…I..will have to kill Rain.”

Hale and Rain had been friends when they all lived among the Desiderio Villa, the two constructs finding solace in the other as the only two of their kind around, though how close they had gotten she truly did not know and was aware that Hale may balk at the idea of killing Rain. She wanted this for him though, more than she wanted it for her own vengeful purposes, and should he offer any dissenting opinion she was prepared to do what it took to persuade him to her way of thinking.

Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 4:36 pm

In all of nature's sorcery,
The most bewitching entity.
Hell can have no fury,
Like the rising of the storm...

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It took very little to bring Hale around to her way of thinking. She presented her idea and after a moments consideration he agreed. The fact that she was practically naked on top of him had nothing to do with it. He had befriended Rain at one point, in as much as anyone could befriend Rain, but in the end he wanted what Sarine offered him, a means of becoming stronger and more capable. Besides…Rain wasn’t free thinking so really, what were they killing? Nothing more than an animated doll, really.

Once decided there was only one other person that she needed to speak with before putting her plan in action. Stativare. Considering she’d need to be gone from Narion, and even Aleris, for a short time to retrieve Rain she needed his permission…as much as it galled her to have to ask anyone’s permission. She also needed to ensure he would take no issue with her bringing Rain back to Narion to enact the ritual that would transfer the magic used to create and power Rain to Hale. He agreed, of course, after several hours of convincing on her part. Not that she minded. And it was well worth her while in more ways than one as he granted her permission to use one of the special holding cells in the basement. Perfect. They were so heavily warded that Antonio wouldn’t have a prayer of tracking Rain should he even bother to try to find her and really, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to come to Narion and face her down with Stativare at her back. Not to mention if Najia caught sight of him he’d be in for a world of hurt. It was the one area where the two women were in agreement.

Her plan was set down to the most minute detail, every angle examined and covered, allowing for any eventuality including encountering Antonio while there. Once that might have been a cause for concern, he was a very skilled battle mage and once upon a time his skill and knowledge had far surpassed her own but that was no longer the case. Though her skills were in different areas she was confident she could handle confronting Antonio if necessary but it would far better suit her plan to avoid that. As it turned out she had no need to be so cautious.

When still living with her family Antonio had placed a geis upon Rain that she must obey Sarine’s word as if it were his own unless it directly contradicted something Antonio had already told her to do. It was a geis he didn’t think to remove when they parted ways. There were wards around Cahira’s kumpania, of course, but she was the woman’s niece and she’d had no reason to bar Sarine from her home. The trick would be ensuring Rain was alone which also turned out to be easier than she originally thought.

Standing on the outskirts of the kumpania the late hour ensured most were abed. A simple tracking spell that caused a glow only she could see to outline the vardo Antonio was in let her know where he was residing for the evening. It wasn’t his vardo, though, but the one usually occupied by Cahira. A smirk twisted her lips at the implications of that but didn’t care enough to investigate further. Moving through the shadows to Antonio’s vardo she peered through a side window to see that Rain was indeed in his vardo and all alone.

Slinking around the side to the door she knocked gently to ensure only Rain would know she was there and when the construct answered a look of surprise registered on her face long enough for Sarine to reach out and take her hand, establishing a physical connection to make the compulsion she was about to place on Rain stronger. With the simple order to follow Sarine without question or comment she turned and led Rain from the kumpania without anyone so much as realizing she was even there. It was almost too easy and as Sarine led Rain back to Narion she remained very alert to her surroundings, expecting Antonio to appear at any moment to demand his toy back. No such thing happened, however, and soon she was closing the door to the holding cell beneath Narion where Hale had awaited her.

For the next several hours Rain was their captive, at their mercy as Hale took the time to enjoy her physically, something Sarine made sure Antonio would feel in all its glory, especially when Rain came beneath him. It was at that exact moment when Sarine stole the magic that animated Rain, all the power the two mages who created her had sacrificed to make her, until she was nothing more than the diamond she had begun as and her power had been transferred to Hale.

Leaving the holding cell she held the diamond in her hand having already decided what to do with the stone. The next day a gift wrapped box was delivered to Antonio at the kumpania. Within it was the diamond, all that was left of his mindless doll.

Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:09 pm

In all of nature's sorcery,
The most bewitching entity.
Hell can have no fury,
Like the rising of the storm...

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