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The business of the Infernal was always personal. Even when his grandfather instructed him to venture to the surface and reclaim and escaped demon, somehow he always made it personal. It was a way of focusing himself completely upon a specific target and acquiring it much easier. Things were always easier when he had a stake in them, otherwise he risked being indifferent and not offering it the proper attention. However, in the case of one specific demon..he need not create some imaginary reason for it to be personal. It was already personal. He just hadn’t had a reason to apprehend that particular demon -- not until now.

It all began with Najia entering his chamber one cool autumn evening. Normally she came in seeking physical satisfaction first, then made him confirm and he confirm that she was still his first over Sarine. On that night though she came in with a look to her eyes that told him she had something upon her mind. Something that he would’ve inquired about had he not desired her flesh as much as he did. Only after several hours of enforcing his passionate dominance over her body did she even speak. And what she had to say interested him greatly.

”What if I asked you to…kill Morlis? Would you do it? For me?”

That started things. At first he thought she was simply toying with him. Her sense of humor like his own was..abstract at best. But after a few minutes of conversation he came to realize no, she was not kidding. She was quite genuine. It was like a chorus of the most beautiful music to his ears. The only reason he hadn’t dispatched Morlis long ago was -because- he owned many of those who were of his family, and for their sake he left the incubus alone. Besides..Morlis had assisted him in acquiring things for a short while. Be that as it may though..Morlis betrayed him. That was more than enough to warrant death. Another demon had beaten Morlis but that was not nearly enough..not for him.

So they conversed, she asked repeatedly, and while he never said yes..he didn’t actually say no either. When she finally left his chambers it was with a glance over her shoulder asking that he at least think upon it and come to a conclusion later. Truth be told he had already decided what he was going to do, he only wanted no one to know of it..not even the devious little demon that requested it of him. But already the wheels in his mind were turning, and by dawn he would have a plan. By dawn all would be realized.

Dawn came and when the sun broke just over the horizon its light entered the window of his chambers to shine upon an empty bed. He had left his fortress for destinations unknown -- unknown to all but himself. There was no end to the number of places he could go, but there was only one that he wished to be and that was inside Morlis’ Italian estate. More specifically..the incubus’ suite.

He arrived moments before dawn to find Morlis asleep, his arm curled tightly around Tessa’s shoulders as their nude bodies embraced one another. For a time he stood at the foot of their bed having emerged from the hearth on the wall. He said nothing, he didn’t move an inch, he just stared at them intently with his golden eyes. Beneath his bronze colored flesh it looked as though dozens of serpents slithered and writhed, as if trying to break free but never being able. In that death glare of his he allowed his ire to build, his lament to grow and consume him. They were both weak. Undeserving to call themselves demons. They lived off of others like parasites. Insects that had scurried and hidden in the darkness long enough.

Tessa was the first to awaken. Her eyes blinking softly as she raised to stretch. When her eyes met him they widened in horror and she went to speak, but as his glare intensified she cowered and was unable to make a sound. However, he did not keep silent.

”Wake him.”

With a trembling hand she reached out to Morlis and began shaking his shoulder, her eyes never moving from Stativare’s person as she did so. In moments Morlis was stirring, and obviously he thought she was awakening him for more intimacy because as his eyes opened he smiled.

”Mmm..ready for more already, love? Let m..Tessa? What’s wrong?”

She raised her shaky right hand and pointed, Morlis’ eyes following her movement as he too finally saw Stativare standing at the foot of their bed. Quickly he slid his feet to the floor and stood up, but he did not advance. His face a mixture of confusion and concern.

S..Stativare? What is the meaning of this? What are you doing here in my home? We have no business..not any longer.”

Stativare tilted his head and took a single step forward, raising his right hand and running it slowly along the corner post of the bed frame, his eyes moving from Morlis, to Tessa, to the bed post. ”That isn’t true, Morlis. Our business was never finished..it was merely put on hold for the duration of a mutually beneficial arrangement. But now, you no longer benefit me. Your worth to me is null and we have other matters to attend to now.”

Morlis’ seemed quite on edge as his eyes moved between Stativare and Tessa, unsure as to what was going on and what Stativare meant by ‘other matters’. ”What are you talking about? What matters? What do you want?”

Stativare grinned subtly and it faded quickly, and when it did his eyes raised back to Morlis. ”What I want…what I will have, are you and yours.” That was the last thing Morlis would hear, or see of their conversation. After Stativare’s words were spoken Morlis would see him lunge forward and then everything went black. Perhaps he was able to hear Tessa’s scream before he lost consciousness. Perhaps not.

When Morlis finally came to he would find himself bound with shackles too thick for even his demonic strength to break, laid out upon a stone slab. His wrists and ankles were bound and he was as nude as he had been before. The only part of his body he was able to move was his head, and if he turned it to the left he would see an unconscious Tessa laying upon a similar stone table, chained just as he was. She was restrained about 2ft from him, within arms reach even..but he was unable to touch her. A lantern swung in the air about 8ft above them lighting only a small area where they were. The rest of..wherever they were was pitch black. Normally a demon had the ability to see in the darkness but for some reason this blackness could not be seen through, not with his eyes.

”Tessa?! Tessa?! Wake up love! You’ve got to wake up!”

The imp stirred and groaned until her eyes finally opened. She seemed groggy for a second or so until she tried to move her arms and found them chained. Quickly her head jerked and she eyed the chains, the stone slabs, and began to weep. She struggled almost painfully with her restraints, babbling incoherently. Morlis saw her panic and spoke out to try and ease her. ”Tessa! Calm down! We’re going to be alright. Do you remember what happened? Do you know where we are?”

She continued to struggle but answered him as best she could, jerking at the chains and thrashing her small body left to right. ”He took us! The Lord took us! He knocked you unconscious and bound you, then me. He is going to kill us! No mercy, no compassion, no forgiveness! We are going to die..Morlis!” Morlis growled and struggled but he shook his head. ”No! We are going to get out of here Tessa! We are not going to die! If I can give him something he wants..we wil..”

Just then Stativare seemed to emerge from thin air as he stepped out of the darkness. He was clad in only a pair of dark brown leather pants and his boots. His shirt and cloak were nowhere to be seen. ”Morlis. It is not becoming to lie. Especially to a loved one. You have nothing I want, at least nothing that I am not already prepared to take. She is correct. You and she will die..but before then you both will suffer. You for your betrayal of me. Betrayal in not keeping better control over Talisy. And for showing such an overall lack of necessity towards the lovely young demons of your family. As for Tessa..she chose the wrong incubus to become infatuated with. Thus she is guilty by association.”

Stativare moved forward and while his swords were not around his hips there was in fact a belt with 4 sheaths upon it. Each one held a black handled knife within it. Morlis saw those weapons and continued struggling, thrashing as Tessa did. ”This is insane Stativare! I didn’t know Talisy had taken her! I had no part in it! And Tessa..she is an innocent. It is against the Laws of Hell for innocents to be taken! If you have issue..let it be with me. Not here. Please.” The Infernal paused at the foot of Morlis’ slab and looked upon him, having expected such pathetic attempts at chivalry and selflessness. The look to his face was one of mild amusement and disgust.

”Listen to yourself. Begging. What kind of demon are you? How you gained the favor of so many women being as spineless as you are I will never know. Apparently standards have lessened since my time began. You should be grateful that I am here. Here to put an end to your sorry existence. Here to remove your sniveling weakness from the face of the world. There are enough cowardly fools..we need no more.” He moved from the foot of Morlis’ slab and circled around to the top of it. Morlis looked up to him with scorn, and yelled out in anger and fear. What he said did not matter. All that mattered was what was going to befall him.

1 of the blades was removed from its sheath as he stood over Morlis head on the slab. ”First things first, incubus. I do not want you to miss anything…” Holding the knife in 1 hand his other raised up above Morlis’ face. He used his thumb and index finger to pin the flesh of Morlis’ eyelid between them and then pull it up enough to stretch it. ”ANYTHING!” The blade was used to slice through the thin tissue of Morlis’ eyelid, cutting it cleanly and completely off until the skin was tossed to the floor behind him. The shouts of the incubus seemed to fall on deaf ears, as well as Tessa’s pleas that he stop. Because soon the 2nd eyelid was pinched in the same manner and it too was sliced off of Morlis’ body, blood now running down the incubus’ skin as he yelled out..obviously in pain.

”YOU FUCK! I WILL KILL YOU! I SWEAR I WILL! GOD DAMN IT! AAAARGH!” More struggling, more screaming, but none of it meant anything. Already Stativare was walking from Morlis’ slab to Tessa’s, eyeing her nude body and tilting his head with a smile. His free hand reached out and his fingertips caressed her bare skin, running from her neck down. He cupped her large breasts and gave them each a tender squeeze before continuing down her flesh. ”Mmm remember the times we used to have? How loud you used to scream for me? They were enjoyable times…”

Tessa nodded frantically while Morlis hollered behind him, shouting her name and all kinds of things to try and take Stativare’s attention off of her. She spoke in response to Stativare. ”Y..yes they were, l..lord. W..we can have them again. I will come back t..to you if you just..r..release me. I will serve you happily. Please!” Stativare laughed softly before his hand fell away from Tessa’s skin and he glanced over his shoulder towards Morlis. ”This is what shall happen when you fall in love with an imp. They are incapable of love. Being completely self-interested they know only self-satisfaction and self-preservation. But do not worry..I will save you the pain of seeing her become mine again. You may thank me after.”

Looking back to Tessa he raised the first knife while unsheathing a second. His back was to Morlis so that he could not see anything, but he certainly could hear. ”Lord..no! Please! Don’t! Oh..Morlis! Help me! Help maaaAAAHHHHHH!!” Morlis thrashed harder than ever, screaming out her name as his eyes started to tear..both from rage and sheer emotional pain. What he could see of Tessa was her eyes widen and her mouth a gape, only her screaming had stopped. She gagged and stammered, seeming to choke then cough..blood spraying up from her mouth and coating her face as her every muscle tensed. Her eyes stared in horror at Stativare then her head turned as she looked to Morlis. Blood poured from her mouth as she continued to gag, continued to choke, trying to speak but unable to make a sound through all the blood and pain.

”Oh..well. What isn’t that interesting. My timing is impeccable.” Tessa’s head raised back up, and though Morlis couldn’t see..what he saw on Tessa’s face was sheer anguish. Tears filled her eyes and streamed along her face as it slumped back down to the stone slab. Morlis grit his teeth, blood pouring down his slashed eyelids as he spoke venomously, screaming Tessa’s name and weeping..weeping as she had been. ”Now now Morlis. Is that any way to talk around a child?” Stativare turned around, and what was revealed to Morlis then caused his eyes to widen and any sound he’d been making to catch in his throat. He seemed to gag a few times before his mouth opened wide and he threw up violently upon the stone slab, his arm, and soon the floor.

A fetus was held upon the end of 1 of his knives, perhaps the size of a small animal. It was formed enough to have limbs, fingers and toes but not yet fully developed. As for Tessa. She had been sliced open from between those large breasts of hers all the way down to her cunt. The flesh had been cut in a way that let him ease the flesh open like blanket. Her lungs had been cut into and opened the same way her skin was. Her stomach had been cut out of her and he’d laid it atop her rib cage. It was only then he’d found the child and cut it from inside her, slicing into the placenta and severing the umbilical cord with a surgeons precision only to stab it through with a knife and pull it out. As Morlis vomited Tessa laid fairly motionless but her eyes blinked occasionally. She was a demon after all so she could endure more than any human.

Morlis wept as he looked at the fetus and Tessa, no longer struggling..only able to indulge in the ungodly amount of emotional pain now flowing through him. Stativare however, he eyed the vomit and tilted his head. ”Now that is a shame. No man should ever die with such an empty stomach. Here..allow me to help you.” The incubus was so caught up in what had happened to Tessa that he seemed not to acknowledge Stativare. At least not until the Infernal stepped back towards the slab and sheathed 1 of his knives. His free hand grabbed Morlis by the hair and jerked on it while he still wept. As for the other knife it was brought to Morlis’ lips as he forced the dead fetus into the incubus mouth. Before he could spit it out or vomit once more, Stativare released his hair and firmly clamped Morlis’ chin, forcing him to keep his mouth closed. Morlis gagged once, twice, he even vomited inside his mouth but none of it was allowed to escape. Finally he watched Morlis throat move as he swallowed it all down.

”I imagine that was quite hearty.” Morlis spat at him and growled venomously, covered in blood, viscera and vomit. By then Tessa had stopped blinking and she laid there, her eyes wide open and staring at Morlis with a dead-glare. Morlis turned his head towards her and spoke, only now all the emotion seemed to be gone from his voice. His tone sounded as if that of a broken man. ”Kill me..you bastard. Cut me apart, torture me. You cannot hurt me any more, Stativare.” The Infernal looked down to Morlis and tilted his head before raising his knife and tapping the flat of the blade against Morlis’ forehead.

”You’re right. Well..you’re partially right. You will not be hurt by me. Not because I cannot..but because I -will- not. I wouldn’t soil my hands, or my weapons with your weak life. But..there is someone who would very much enjoy the chance to be..reacquainted with you.” Reaching his free hand towards the darkness, he gestured it as if asking someone to approach him. A grey cloaked and hooded figure stepped from the darkness and stood beside him, and he began running his fingers down their head almost as if he were petting them.

”People think demons are heartless. That they hold no emotion other than rage and hate. That is not true. A demon can laugh. A demon can cry. If given the right encouragement a demon can even love..as I’m sure you know. Well…-knew- anyway. With all emotions though there is a weakness..a breaking point. When that point is reached, the emotions become all..tangled together, and the mind itself is broken. A demon is intensity. Emotion in its most pure, raw form. What were to happen to a demon driven insane? A demon who has known love, and hate, and death, only to awaken in a place that torments them for all time? What would such a thing be like? How terrifying and boundless would their loathing be? Especially if put face to face with the object of their despise?” Stativare shook his head softly as he grabbed the beings hood and began pulling it back. ”I am not sure. But..we shall both find out together, incubus.”

The hood was pulled back and the identity of the being was finally revealed. Morlis’ eyes took on a look of both shock, disbelief, and fear as he shook his head. ”No. No that’s not possible! You’re dead! YOU’RE DEAD!" Desiree looked to Morlis with wide eyes. She stepped forward and from the hooded cloak, revealing a nude body that had been gashed stitched, gashed and re-stitched all over. She lunged forward and like an animal she leapt atop Morlis body and straddled him, leaning down and biting deeply into the flesh beside his eye, tearing at it and pulling until a large piece peeled and ripped from his skull, leaving the bone visible. Her claws dug into the sides of his head and pierced the flesh, gouging deeply into it and slicing through both flesh and muscle. Morlis’ screams filled the room as did the sound of Desiree’s maniacal gnashing and gnawing.

Stativare moved into the darkness, and there was a loud sound fallowed by the drawing back of massive curtains. There was a window with no glass revealed, and beyond it laid the 7th circle. Stativare grinned and walked to the door of the room, pausing just long enough to glance over his shoulder and see Desiree holding Morlis’ head between her hands as she began to slowly push her thumbs through his eyeballs. They popped and sent the optical liquid spurting onto Desiree’s hands. Morlis was a full demon -- and he was no imp. It would take him some time to die. Stativare smiled and tilted his head.

”Welcome home, Morlis. We are so glad to have you back.”

The door to the room was opened and Stativare stepped out, hearing the screams of Morlis and the crazed, animal like sounds of Desiree until he shut the door behind him. The long spiral staircase would lead him back to the lower level of his fortress. He would have to remember to return to the tower at some point. Desiree would need to be re-bound within the 5th circle. And as for Morlis and Tessa. Where else was a dead demon to go but Hell? So if they thought their suffering complete…

…their time of horror had only just begun.

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Her request had been made, sweetly uttered in the most submissive manner she could muster, in the midst of a highly intimate moment when he would be at his most susceptible to her charms. Even with all that, she wasn’t entirely sure he would do it. If it didn’t suit his purposes no amount of wheedling on her part would make a difference, no matter how he felt for her or how she tried to entice him. No effort had been spared in trying to convince him, however, because bottom line…she wanted Morlis Desiderio dead.

For his many crimes against her and those who now called the de Ingis fold home she wanted him dead. For telling Stativare about her in the hopes it would make her a slave (he couldn’t have foreseen that she would win Static over and enter his service willingly) she wanted him dead. For selling his daughter, Salome, into slavery she wanted him dead. For not giving a damn when his other daughter, Carese, willingly entered into submissive bondage to her she wanted him dead. Simply because he still ~breathed~ she wanted him dead!

Sure, she could kill him herself, but to do so without Static’s sanction would mean punishment for her as Morlis also had an agreement with Static. But Static…now he, on the other hand, could do as he pleased when he pleased so it was to him that she made her request. Should he not wish to kill Morlis she would be more than happy to do it herself should he grant her permission to do so and she made that very clear to him as well. He had given her no answer, however, when they finally parted ways, stating only that he needed to consider her request before deciding.

Frustrated at not instantly getting her way she returned to her chambers where Carese awaited her and spent the rest of the afternoon taking out her frustrations, in a most delightful way, on Carese’s lovely body. It was nearing evening when she sensed Stativare leaving Narion, the estate in the North Lands of Aleris where they made their home on the surface. She could always ~feel~ him when he was in the same area as her and the moment she felt his presence depart she knew it. Withdrawing from her succulent blood doll she left Carese to recover and went off to discover just where Static had gotten off too.

Hearing voices in Sarine’s room across the hall she knew her nemesis was occupied with her own concubine, Hale, so didn’t concern herself with whether or not Static was with her but that didn’t help her discover just where he had gone either. There was one place she could find out, she knew, and headed instantly to the sub level of the house where she could access the Oculus, something only Static and those he granted permission to could do and thus far, she was the only person in their household besides Static that could use the Oculus.

Securing herself in the room built in what would have been the basement area of the house (a space she was fairly certain was actually Hell, the door being a portal from Aleris, hence the high level of security) and commanded it to show her the whereabouts of the Prince of Hell, General Stativare de Ingis. One had to be rather specific at times when dealing with something like the Oculus.

The surface of the Oculus clouded over and after several moments parted to reveal Stativare outside of the Italian Villa she knew was Morlis’ earthside residence. Clapping her hands together like a little girl she squealed happily, knowing there was only one real reason for Static to be at Morlis’ villa. She watched with rapt attention as he entered the villa and headed upstairs towards Morlis’ bedchambers where he slept peacefully with the imp whore, Tessa, whom she despised for no other reason than she’d once warmed Static’s bed.

Morlis and Tessa awoke to find Static standing over them amidst giggles of glee from their unknown spectator but in the next instant Static was lunging at the pair and in moments they were unconscious. In the next instant they vanished from the villa and the Oculus clouded over. She knew then that Static must have taken them to his level of Hell, the one place where the Oculus could not spy because of the wards Static had set up to keep his family from seeing the goings-on in his level. Frustrated at not being able to see what was happening her earlier glee turned quickly to annoyance and the longer she thought on it the more she felt she had to be annoyed about.

He went without her, for starters. She’d wanted to watch should he decide to end Morlis’ life and not only did he not tell her he was going to do it, he didn’t take her! Then, he takes Morlis and Tessa to the one place she couldn’t spy on, something he was well aware of. Now, whether these things were done as a direct slight to the young Princess was up for debate, but by the time she’d returned to her room to find that Carese had departed to her own pursuits, which was fine with her. She wasn’t in the mood to indulge in her blood doll at the moment, preferring instead to wait for Static’s return. In his room.

She was there when he returned, pacing the floor in front of his bed clad only in the pale amethyst hued baby doll nightie he liked seeing her in (psychological warfare baby), black curls bouncing around her shoulders and whipping through the air with every agitated turn, the hem of her nightie flaring to reveal that was all she wore. She’d worked herself into a fine snit when Static came through the door to his chambers. Rounding on him the moment he appeared she let her list of grievances be known right away.


”You killed him, didn’t you!? And you didn’t take me! You didn’t even let me watch from the Eye! You took them to Hell where you know I can’t spy on you! Did you kill them? Are they dead? Why didn’t you take me with you!?”

She stopped pacing in front of him long enough to punctuate the end of her rant with a stomp of her foot to the floor, her hands held in fists at her sides as she glared at him. She never worried about angering him though. She might become lippy, hell, downright mouthy, but he knew her loyalty to him was absolutely unfailing and she’d do whatever he wished of her. Unlike Sarine who pretended deference to Static while plotting her own agenda, Najia truly was that loyal to him. Perhaps that was why she was able to get away with such mouthiness, though he wasn’t above punishing her should he feel she needed it. Of course, she enjoyed, and often instigated, her punishments.

Meeting her glare the silence stretched between them, most likely to further her agitation she had no doubt. When he moved he did so with such speed that she had no time to react or even prepare, and in the next instant she found herself tossed onto his bed where she landed on her back. Coming down over her just as quickly his knees pushed her thighs apart and in her next heartbeat he was thrusting into her, the action designed to remind her who she belonged too, something she obviously didn’t mind a bit as she moaned beneath him.


”I killed him for you, Najia. I did not have too. You should be more grateful.”

His reprimand did not fall on deaf ears but by the time he finished speaking she no longer cared that he’d killed Morlis without her, or even that the man was dead, as her legs locked lustfully around him. He wanted gratitude and she was more than willing to supply it in the manner that he would most appreciate. It was at least an hour before either of them spoke of it again; their bodies entwined in repose in the bed that was no longer neat and tidy. It was then that he revealed he’d told no one of Morlis’ demise, that he had left it for her to tell those who might care that Morlis was dead. He’d given her the privalidge of being the messenger of Death for the man she hated most (next to her birth father and Antonio of course), even Sarine, Morlis’ own daughter.

Part of her wanted to rush off then and there and shout it from the rooftops but the other part of her wanted to stay right where she was, in bed with Static, so rather than leave to tell them in person she pilfered several pieces of parchment from Static’s desk along with a quill and ink pot, and straddling Static’s hips she used his chest to write on as she penned individual letters to all those who might care that Morlis was dead. She kept it short and to the point but beneath her words was an underlying tone of absolute giddiness. It would be obvious to any reading the letters that she was thrilled to report her news. The list of those who might care was lengthy but she was more than happy to share the news. When she was complete there was stack of letters to go out. Sarine, Carese, and Salome would all get one, of course. It didn’t really occur to her that they might be upset at the news, why should they be, their father was a piece of shit. For a long moment she debated sending one to her mother, Discord, and her sister, Amyraliss, but in the end decided against it. They were created demons, made by Morlis, so they already knew.

Any of his creations would sense it the moment it occurred and the list of his creations was extensive; Discord, Karessa, Amyraliss, Willow, Jezika (if the slut was still alive somewhere), Alidia, Medora, would all know the moment Morlis took his last breath, the death of their demonic Creator something they would be unable to miss. Last but not least she sent a letter dripping with false sympathy and underscored with venomous pleasure at being the bearer of bad news to Antonio. Ilario she barely knew and figured Antonio would notify anyone else who needed to know about it.

The letters written and sent her attention instantly turned back to the man still lying beneath her. She had a lot more gratitude to share before she would be done with him.

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First thing's first she read the letter from her Mistress when she'd arrived home from cleaning up, organizing and whipping the corner back into shape. Andras was hovering close by as if afraid of what and how she'd respond to it. To which she pointed to her boots. "Remove them and start massaging my feet, please." Her tone was that that brooked no arguement. She did have that in her, the regal little princess to her lowly denziens. It was how she was raised after all.

Added to that there was the newspaper. At times, her mistress really was a fucking cunt and needed spanked but eh. She was whom she was. The words on both the note and in the newspaper, hoenstly didnt suprise her. She was whom she was that was for sure. Never the less, Salome was now left in a quandry.

On the one hand, she was utterly furious that that yet again , retribution would be denied her. Was she allowed nothing? Still really she didn't fault her mistress, she did what she wanted, what she felt was best probably. For her mostly as even Salome knew Najia to be self driven. Perhaps more so then anyone she knew.

She had her reasons, Morlis had deserved death, it would have been nice to have had a hand in it. Which was where she turned her attention to that of Andras.
"Who's left of Morlis's women alive?" She inquired. She wanted to get her little claws on something, someone to destroy. Was it such a bad thing that she thought what comes around goes around.

"Your mistress's aunt, her sister, mother, their slave xantara. Alidia whom is part of the pack and probably a few other dozen women or so." She nodded her head a little bit. She harbored no ill will against any of them.

"Find Xantara and bring her to me. I now claim her as mine. My toy to play with and mine alone." She knew the other woman had been both mother to her, mother and blood doll to Mistress. But well she deserved some sort of settlement for all the grief morlis and his sluts had inflicted.

"She's on her way to the goddess callidora's temple for protection. "
Andras protested as it was well known as to if things went bad where the girl was to go. "I don't care, I want her here and i want here here now. Throw a few cushions in that corner of my room near the fireplace. It'll be her new bed. I always wanted a puppy." she sat back and started writing again on a note card. Short, simple and to the point.

Mistress,
Thank you for the lovely letter of correspondance. For the care you've given. I'm going to bring home a pet to play with and keep me detained some what. I hope you don't mind of course. I would also like some time in your company. I confess I'm really quite jealous that Caresse seems to hold your affections more then I ever seemed to.

Salome.

No sweet words of cheerfulness her usual correspondance was. Perhaps the little bundle of pink had chosen to just grow up as cynical as the people that were around her.

Andras was waved away.
"You have a mission to do. I suggest you not fail, or she'll be replacing you and you can go back to wherever the Prince found you at." Her words dripped with the cynical distain that she seemed to speak more often then not.

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Morlis was dead and life went on now even better than before, if the young Princess was to be believed. The world was far improved without his presence in it and she'd made sure the whole world knew it in her new gossip column. Entering Narion with a copy of the newspaper in hand, turned to her byline of course, she bypassed the downstairs room and went immediately to the Southern wing that housed the quarters belonging to Stativare and his women. The door to her suite had just closed behind her when she spotted the letter waiting on the table next to it and recognizing Salome's hand writing she snatched it up and began to read as she moved further into her chambers.

The note itself was respectfully worded enough but the tone gave her a moment of pause. She'd given Salome a lot more freedom than anyone else she knew who held submissives and if this letter was any indication it might have been a bit too much freedom. Uppity, almost. Amethyst eyes narrowed on the words in front of her as she changed her direction so that she was no longer heading for the bathing chamber but for her desk. Dropping into the chair she quickly drew a piece of parchment and quill to her and began to write. She was due to meet Stativare later and refused to be late but she wasn't about to let the letter go unaddressed either. It was easy enough to pick up the sarcasm in the letter regarding how Najia notified Salome that Morlis was dead and then she goes on to inform Najia, rather than ask her (and she didn't buy that “If you don't mind of course” caveat for a second) that she intended to take another pet and if she knew it was Xantara that Salome wished to claim she would be even more against it as Najia refused to allow any woman that Static had once known intimately into her sphere (excepting Sarine of course and if she could oust her, she would). Finally, she had the gall to bitch about the fact that she spent more time with Carese than her. Salome might rule the roost at the Corner but that was where her power began and ended and it was time she realized that.


”Salome,

There are reasons I spend more time with Carese than I do with you and I am not obligated to explain myself to your nor justify my actions but as she is your twin I will indulge you this once. She entered my service willingly and serves me gladly, rather than my having to force her and keep her under duress. She has her freedom but is still instantly available when I call rather than occupying her time away from me with jobs and her own concubine. Perhaps you should give up the Corner if it truly matters to you?

As for this pet you speak of, I do mind. You already keep one concubine when you yourself are a slave. I think that is quite enough to occupy your time.

Najia”


She honestly had not minded Salome's position at the Corner. It gave the de Ingis as a whole leverage in Aleris, access to intimate secrets of the patrons, and a means of promoting the sins of lust and indulgence. It had also given Salome something to occupy her time as Najia did not have the free time necessary to spend all her time with Salome. But if the little bitch was going to get uppity she would smack her down by whatever means was most affective. If Salome thought her Mistress was a cunt before she would soon realize she hadn't seen anything yet.

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When the letter was brought to her from the Mistress, she didn't say much. If anything she just sat there and kept reading it over and over. Perhaps she had been wrong in her addressing of the other woman. Perhaps she was wrong on a lot of things, she sighed a moment and then set down the letter thinking. It had been brought to her at the corner and she remained in her office a long time.

Corner was one of the few places she felt she was wanted or even needed. Perhaps it was she that needed it more then anything else as it allowed her a place to be well herself. However not once did she criticize or even scoff at the letter. If anything she sat there for a long period of time at her desk. People came and went, in the end she stabbed her finger and let the droplet of blood fall to her desk. A solitary word parted her full little lips.
"Andras."

That was all it took, a summon, a call and the man would appear within a sudden flaring of fire. "I was ofter your prey mistress. Did you need something?" He asked not understanding why he was summoned when he'd been so close to the target. "It displeases Mistress, so. No. Plans change, can you help me decorate around here , I need to think." She murmured softly. Subdued if anything she was sort of stunned and in a daze as he noted her oddness and then went off without a word to do what she asked.

In the end, she left him there and returned to Narion. Clad in her the little baby doll like dress of pure ivory, her collar and her hair up in curls along with a few other things. She terked the path towards her Mistress's room she had in her hand the letter and a base of blood red roses with a diamond vase. To say the least, she was contrite and felt she had been wrong.

If and when she was permitted in her Mistress's room. She'd step quietly in to the door and offer out the flowers.

"You were right mistress, it wasn't right and I'm sorry. I have stopped the plans to take a girl, and I wanted to say something to you. I was happy to be returned, because I care for you, I like being here with you. I'm not stupid to say I love you, but I care. I do wish to please and serve you or be at your call and will change things with the Corner so you have more time if you wish. But can I please keep it?"

She was very much aware, she was bad and though it wasn't in her nature to beg for anything, she would ask. Over time, she'd realized that yes, her family was well crap. Not her sisters but her brothers, her mother and father. The only real family she'd had was the woman before her, her lord and her sisters. They were the only ones that cared about the little bundle of pink.

In the end it was at Mistress's disgression as to what to do or if she would have to step down, back and away. She also said quietly.
"I'm sorry I got jealous, I'm prone to well alot of emotions with where I work. I know Caresse is my sister, I love and care for her. " She toed the ground and remained near the door feeling well in the wrong and for once she really wasn't sure how to fix this.

Perhaps there was more of mommy and daddy then she'd even realized.

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There was a clatter of hooves on the temple steps as Nevyn rode Medora's horse straight to the top of them. There he halted the beast, who was heaving for breath and foamy from such a long ride. It could have plenty of rest now that he had Medora here at the temple. She was asleep due to a sleeping draught he had given her. It was the -only- thing making her sleep. She hadn't eaten in days, barely has drank anything, hardly said a word. Nevyn handed her off to a couple of the women so they could tend to her, settle her into a room.

He was exhausted, but he had gotten her to the temple. That's what mattered. He sagged to the ground, thoroughly exhausted, grateful that someone brought him some water. He thanked the priestess with an appreciative nod and then motioned to the horse. "Please have her horse cared for. I'll be staying too..and would be content with a room within your stables, or near the stables, please." He didn't think it a good idea to leave his friend here and just rush off. He imagined Morlis' estates might become empty soon; neither of them knew what would happen to the home. Perhaps they had left just in time before its destruction?

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Her heart as she knew it, broke. It didn't just crack, it -shattered- at the moment of her brother's death. One of the two people who she had known love from was dead. She had felt her heart rent asunder. Grief like she had never known consumed her as she tried to breathe, locked in disbelief for what seemed an eternity. She had been in the stables after a nice long night-time ride, tending her horse when it happened. The scream of despair filling the stables was her own. Horses neighed in fright and reared out of fear, but soon quieted down as she collapsed to her knees, burying her face in her hands, shaking. Grief, anger, rage, and emptiness began ravaging her heart.

After a while, a few minutes perhaps, she realized she couldn't contain the agony. She tore off to the arena in a dead run, completely bereft of emotions; overwhelmed. The next half hour was spent in a rage so violent that the entire Arena was utterly destroyed. Practice dummies were in shards, weapons were broken and splintered, the floors, walls, and every object not bolted down was destroyed by fist, foot, or whatever weapon she could grab. When she was spent of her rage, she collapsed. Nevyn found her, but she was unresponsive no matter what he did. In the end he scooped her up and toted her back to the barn, where she stayed til his return.

He had gone to pack her things.

After that war, and losing her place of command, she had felt like she had failed so many despite doing all she could to protect those under her command, and the King as well. Not just the army, but the kingdom too, she felt as if she had let them down. All of their unsuspecting allies as well. She hadn't wanted to face anyone out of shame and she had severely berated herself and had endured a whole host of emotions and mental anguish. Now yet more came. But this time...she wondered how her sanity would hold out.

Shame was among the deepest of the emotions she felt. Not only had she lost all of her men, she felt she had failed the King of Aleris, and the kingdom worst of all. Could there be redemption for one such as her? She wouldn't blame Alerion if he never sought her out for anything else ever again. Perhaps she ought to go face him, beg forgiveness. Or at the very least write him a letter to let him know she was alive. Such thoughts had crossed her mind in recent days, but with Morlis and Tessa's sudden deaths, her world as she knew it was falling apart.

How would she ever put it back together again?

The Minx had no idea what to do, or where to go, she only knew that whoever killed Morlis and Tessa could possibly want to kill her or perhaps enslave her as well. So she did the only thing that came to mind in the midst of her grief. Or rather the stable-master did. Nevyn took the initiative and did what he thought was best for her. She would have to leave the villa, her home. He wouldn't see his friend harmed if he could help it. If Morlis could be taken from the villa so easily, she could be as well. While it frightened her somewhat, the Amazonian Minx was a fighter. She wouldn't go without putting up a fight. While Nevyn knew that, he also knew that she -needed- to be with those who could help her best.

He left her there with the horses, where she sat unmoving for at least an hour. He had fled up to her room to get her things. Packing what possessions he knew were precious to her, he grabbed her packs and filled them. In her present state of mind, he knew in the depths of his heart she was rather vulnerable. -Someone- had killed her brother, her Creator.

Everything was a blur. One moment she was in the stables, and the next she was on a horse bound for the temple. She'd have to reach it and fast, lest she too be killed or worse; enslaved to the ones who had killed him.

Nevyn had had the forethought to leave a couple brief messages for anyone seeking Medora. One would be found nailed to the front door of the home, the other nailed up in the stables:

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To those it may concern;
I have taken Medora to Callidora's temple. There you may find us. We shall stay there til further notice.

Nevyn {Stablemaster}

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Her letter had been harsh, the Princess was well aware of that when she wrote it, but she felt no remorse over what she had said to her concubine. Salome was granted far more freedom than the average slave in Hell and Najia had been far more lax than anyone else would have been with the willful half-imp. Perhaps too lax. She had learned the nature of keeping concubines as a child and had learned even more as the Static’s First; she could admit to herself that she had been somewhat remiss in her duties as Mistress. A far sterner hand was needed here and it was time to make Salome aware of her place and what her boundaries were.

A knock at her door alerted her to Salome’s presence and admittedly curious as to the girl’s reaction to the letter she called out her permission for Salome to enter. What she saw when she entered was not necessarily what she was expecting. Carese had entered Najia’s service willingly, Salome had not. She’d fought her conquest and had resisted becoming Najia’s concubine. Half of her had expected Salome to rail at her for what she’d said but rather than anger she approached with contrition. The roses held in Salome’s grip were deposited on the table next to the door, her appreciation for the gift overshadowed by her desire to hear what Salome had to say.

Having just emerged from the bath after her escapade with Static and Mayhem in the graveyard right next to Narion’s grounds wherein all her clothing was scorched from her body by a blast of hellfire she was clad in a light dove gray robe that ended just above the knee and was cinched tightly around the waist. Retiring to the chaise lounge set in front of the hearth she watched Salome silently as she spoke her piece, expressing her desire to keep her position at the Siren’s Corner as well as asking for forgiveness for her behavior. It wasn’t until Salome fell silent that she spoke, her voice deceptively gentle.


”You may keep the Corner. I have no desire to have a bunch of bitches sitting around doing nothing while they wait for my attention, or worse yet, whining for it when I am occupied elsewhere. That might have appealed to Morlis but not to me. Besides which your position there benefits Lord Static, it contributes to the de Ingis as a whole. I don’t care how much time you spend there as long as you come when I call you.

As far as Carese goes..she is your sister, your twin. You love her but I also know how sisters can be and I’m not surprised that you feel jealous or have a sense of rivalry between you two. I don’t exactly get along with my sister or anyone else from my family for that matter so I get it. But keep that shit between you and your sisters. What I do with Carese, when I do it, and how often I do it is none of your business. The only one who can interfere with or dictate what I do is Lord Static.”


Her tone had turned sharp with her latter words, enforcing that she would not be explaining herself to anyone but Static in regards to how much time she spent with her concubines but as she fell silent a calculating gleam entered her amethyst eyes, an almost hypnotic quality coming over them. Rising sinuously from the chaise lounge she approached Salome, a slight smile touching to her lips so that her small fangs were clearly visible.

”Your sister came to me willingly you know…she begged to become one of mine. She couldn’t wait to fall into my bed and spread her legs for me.”

Her insidious words were almost hissed from her lips as she neared Salome, her body easing gracefully behind the smaller woman, her left hand coming around the front of Salome so that her fingers could trace the delicate pattern of the collar she’d placed on Salome. It appeared as a choker style piece of jewelry with one difference, a small locking mechanism in the back enchanted to guarantee no one but Najia or Static could remove it from her neck. Easing closer to the girl until her front was pressed intimately to Salome’s back she let her lips rest next to Salome’s ear so that each word she spoke caused the soft folds to brush against her skin.

”Maybe it’s time you proved to me how much you wish to belong to me, hm? I’m giving you your freedom Salome…the freedom to choose if you truly wish to remain my concubine, a choice you didn’t have in the beginning.”

The last of her softly spoken words fell from her lips just as her fingers tailed over the delicately designed collar to the back of Salome’s neck where the lock lay hidden as part of the chokers design. As her fingertips passed over the lock Salome would hear it disengage, unlocking the collar so that it could be removed if she wished it.

”It’s all up to you now. If you want your freedom it’s yours now for the taking but know if you choose freedom you also choose a life without the de Ingis family. If you stay you will have the same freedoms that Carese enjoys, you may be intimate with whoever you want whenever you want so long as you do not deny me or refuse to come to me when summoned. You will remain a part of this family with all the benefits that entails but by choice…and if you choose to remain I will expect your loyalty to me, Static, and the de Ingis family to be absolute.”

Her hand lowered and she eased from behind Salome until she was again standing before the concubine. Her eyes met Salome’s, the pupils of her amethyst gaze having taken on the slightest of vertical slants, their depths seeming to pulse with an unseen hypnotic force until to look in her eyes was to fall prey to her completely.

”Decision time Salome…how do you choose?”

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Perhaps she should have answered with anger, but Najia didn't know the little imp so well it seemed. She had an eager to please issue and always had, pleasing her brother, sister Sarine and Daddy had always been what mattered most. Well that and lusting half of them, but that was neither here nor there. It was whom she was so when she'd stood in the Princess's court that was her bedroom. She was well aware that this awsn't going to be an easy meeting. The other woman was a little older when it came to worldly ness, but due to what she was, she was the younger of the two.

By a few inches, Salome was the shorter of the two. Her tail swayed gently under the skirt of the babydoll style dress she'd opted to wore and shifted nervously, anxiously. The way Mistress was acting put her ill at ease. Perhaps she was going to get whipped or beatten for her confessions of feeling well unwanted. But that was soon dismissed as she actually Listened instead of going off thoughts and emotions that ran rampant through her small form.

At her mistress's words, she was granted to be allowed to keep the corner. No she would have been miserable to try to live her life sitting around, waiting on that of t he other woman. It was lonely and well she had to be able to get into trouble and be bitchy some where. It was in the blood and part of her progative. Living her life to try to please the parents that were now gone and dead, she had a gaping void. A void she'd slotted the Mistress in, which was probably wrong of her all in all. When the woman fairly much hissed at her that she answered to no one save the Demon Prince, Salome's head nodded.


"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry." she was contrite, quite and even almost well scared of the other woman even though she was just enforcing things how they were. Her eyes were downcast so as to not upset or enrage the other woman with what might be misconstrued glances. But needless to say she couldn't fault the other woman her logic, it wasn't wrong.

But soon enough her eyes shifted and Salome noticed the seeming shift in her mood, the aura about her and glanced up to see the almost hypnotic if not entrancing eyes of hers. The smile that etched a faint corner of her lips and those fangs she remembered the feel of on and in her skin.

"Yes, Carese did tell me it was willing. And yes, it would see that way. " She made no move when the other woman approachd her, hissed almost as with the graceful almost floating stride of the other woman. She felt a hand caressing along her neck. Along the collar she treasured and still wanted the death of the Aensland Harlot for almost breaking, at least she thought. Again the jealousy flared the thought of the beautiful legs of her sister around the dark princess's form. Alright she was jealous and not liking it. Bottom lip quivered a bit and she fougth back the faint growl that wanted to ring out.

Still she made no effort to pull away, the touch on her calmed her, aroused her especially with the intimate caress of the woman's breasts to her back. Fingers carssed her throat and the collar, lips to her ear.
"I've long made my decision to stay, when Sarine asked me if I remained here willingly." She informed respectfully. When Sarine was given the option to attack the other woman, she'd said she'd chosen to stay and was happy there. Something Sarine had believed and though the two were never going to be in accordance, she wasn't a cause of her sister's unrest to her knowledge.

But she did fall silent once more and listened, the soft click of her necklace being unfastened. Her knees shook a great deal and though perhaps she was wrong she rested a hand on one of her mistress's bits of furniture to keep herself steady.


"I wish to serve you of my own chosing. You and my sisters, the Demon Prince. I have nothing and no one without you."


She had no hesitation in her voice and her eyes did lift up at the thought of no one, nothing well not having any sort of family that she cared so much for. When the woman stepped away again and was again before the small pink female. Her gaze met the almost serpentilan violet eyes of the other woman. The quality of them had her tilting her head as they almost seemed to pulse and keep her unable to look away.

"I choose you, Mistress." she said softly, but with no hesitation.

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It took no time at all for Salome to declare that she wished to stay with Najia willingly, of her own accord. A soft smile was offered towards the concubine from the Princess, as if to say “good girl”.

”Great. Your status here will now mirror Carese’s. You can fuck whoever you want; I don’t care, as long as you come when I call. Period. I don’t give a shit who you’re fucking. If I demand your presence, you come.”

The smile had remained on her lips in spite of the sharp tone. No doubt the smile was somewhat misleading as in the next instance she stepped in towards Salome, her right hand reaching out to snatch the smaller woman by the hair, her grip brutal as she jerked Salome’s head to the side as if to make a point, her voice lowering as she released the anger she’d been withholding, her fangs extending as if preparing to take a chunk out of the girl.

”Just remember you do not fucking dictate to me, ever, you do not tell me what you are going to do, ever. Remember who you fucking are here. You are mine which means in these walls you are nothing without me and if you ever fucking pull this attitude bullshit again you will find yourself out on your ass without the de Ingis to support you, and that includes your sisters. You’ll have nothing and no one by the time I am through with you.”

Releasing Salome’s hair she stepped back, her fangs retracting as her smile returned. Clapping her hands together as if to dust off some unseen soil, she turned and made her way across the room towards her vanity where she perched on the bench and considered her reflection, just like that, as if she hadn’t just threatened Salome with a fate worse than death for the needy girl.

”Now..what do you think…hair up, or down?”

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The smile was quite misleading as she was caught totaly unprepared and unaware what was going to happen so when the Mistress talked the first time of her now being as Carese and could come and go and fuck whom she wished. A nod was given and a softly uttered, "Thank you , Mistress." She was happy she got to stay with the Mistress and the in the new home she had found.

The smile was misleading as out of no where her hair was gripped her eyes with their rainbow hues widened as she was jerked with her head to the side faings pressed near her throat and she whimpered softly. A masochistic little pain slut like her couldn't help it as her entire body trembled, throbbed even with the pain. Fear was a secondary emotion even as the anger was there.

Empathic to a fault she was utterly shocked as her Mistress released the diatribe with the curse words she'd never expected of her. Her skin went ashen as if her blood had been sucked from her body. Her heart for a moment felt as if it had been stopped.

It was pretty self explanatory that her acting out in anger and frustration and yes even jealousy and lonliness to just announce things, was wrong. It had been why she'd come to apologize in the first place. But the threat that was levied was a crushing blow to her heart. Life without what little family she had was a fate worse then death to her. She admired her older sister, her strength and determination even her drive to end her Mistress if given the chance.

She'd have probably gone off in this scene too but no she would have Never wished that on the Mistress. So as Need did hit her and hit her rather hard due to the pain arousing her and the fear and panic. She remained grave and pale. Solemn even as the other woman released her and retracted her fangs. Her hands remaned tightly gripped to the collar that had been unfastened. It was special to her so she made it snap back on but the lock she couldn't lock, that wasn't something she was allowed.

Quietly she watched the other woman as she smiled again and dusted herself off before settling before a mirror. She moved and came to stand before the other woman.
"Hair up with curls would be beautiful with your facial structure. If I may. " She slid her hands forward to demonstrate slightly lifting some of the other woman's dark silken curls raising part of it and leaving some down that she was suggesting curled artfully.

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