Najia Sarai
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Syre...Ambrose...Desiderio...de Ingis...Princess...Concubine... All were names or titles she had owned at one time or another, some she still did, but she had a new title to add to her growing collection. Cast off...
Peace had been made with her circumstances; the First Chosen of Stativare de Ingis, a position of status with the Prince of Hell and one she enjoyed in spite of having to share the man she had given herself to, body and soul, with the others he had claimed. It was part of the deal and she had found her peace with it...mostly. Until the day came that he gathered them all in the grand receiving room and announced, in front of all of them, including those who had declared themselves her enemy, that he would be replacing her as his First. He declared that the woman known as Cahira Desiderio, now Cahira de Ingis, would be his Chosen, and he would cast her, Najia, aside without so much as a second thought. To be fair she would still be a part of his household, she would simply no longer enjoy the stutus in his house or the position in his life and bed as His First. As far as she was concerned that was as good as being cast away like so much garbage.
Temperamental...emotional...possessive...jealous...unstable... All were labels that had been used to describe the oft petulant Princess and those people who had done so would not necessarily be wrong. It wasn't easy being what she was, a demonic vampire hybrid, one ruled by the dual hungers for lust and blood, and as a result her moods were as tempestuous and changing as the winds and her temper as hot as the blazes of Hell. She decided quickly enough that she would not accept such dishonor, that she would not relinquish her position as Stativare's First without a fight. Though, she didn't take the fight to him, she took it to Cahira, and in the days that followed made a concentrated attempt on the other woman's life. It wouldn't be the first time she had moved against another woman for the sake of winning or keeping her place in Stativare's life but it would most certainly be the last. A woman like Cahira was not so easily killed and when Stativare found out what she had done he wasn't amused and proud of her actions as he had always been in the past...he was furious.
He stood before her, a look of disappointment in the girl he had assumed would always be blindly loyal to him in his eyes, and stated that he would now allow her actions to go unpunished. She expected death, big whoop, she was a demon, she'd go to Hell which is where they were anyway. But no..Stativare was far too clever for that, far too devious in his punishments to let it go that easily. No...rather than give her an "easy" punishment he would do what he knew would damage her not only emotionally but mentally, flaking away at what most perceived as her oversized ego. He cast her out; out of his house, his bed, his life. But more that that he did not simply cast her out to do as she pleased, leaving her to her own devices. Oh no, he made arrangements with another for her to enter into their household as a concubine, a slave. The household he chose was actually the temple of Mount Cithaeron in Eternelle Lune and she would be under the rule of the Goddess Callidora Dionysia. As if in answer to the silent thought that she would simply slip away from the temple when she chose too, she was familiar with Eternelle Lune after all, he further stated that should she defy him and attempt to run or seek a life outside of Callidora's rule, she would be hunted and dragged back to Hell to be punished in his Circle for eternity. She'd seen what happened to those who fell under his rule in Hell, consigned to his circle for punishment, and was further saddened by the ease with which he could relegate her to such a fate.
Hardly seemed like a punishment, to be honest, beyond the whole being tossed out on her rear part of it.
In less than three days time it had been decided; the transaction was conducted and the things that she deemed hers, all that she brought with her to his household, had been packed and readied for transport. She stood before him one last time, defiantly, head held high like the Princess she was in spite of the fact that within her heart was breaking. He behaved as if he were disappointed in her but she could only answer back that he should have known better, should have known her well enough to know what she would do. Without another word she turned and left, walking out of his domain and to the transport that would take her to Eternelle Lune, her life with him over just like that, to begin a new life not of her choosing.
She paid little attention as they traveled, the guards set to ensure she reached Mount Cithaeron without trying anything underhanded keeping their own counsel having met the business end of her temper a time or two before. They arrived in Eternelle Lune quickly enough, her amethyst eyes gazing at the scenary as the horse drawn conveyance took them through the city streets peopled with an array of species and races, people from every timeline imaginable, horse drawn carriages mingling with cars, it was always chaos there and she had to admit she rather enjoyed it. Her mother had a house there, as did the Desiderio, and she'd spent a lot of time there though she had not been back since being taken by Stativare. Lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice they had turned up the winding drive that would take them to the temple until they were nearly upon it. Unable to help herself she peered through the windows, eyeing the temple and its grounds curiously.
Callidora Dionysia, daughter of Dionysis, Goddess of Lust, Passion, Desire, Wine, and Revelry.....she had heard of her, of course. Morlis had been a loyal devotee of the Goddess and her own sister, Amyraliss, whom she had not seen in years was now residing there and had for some time. Shit, she'd forgotten about that. She had never really gotten along very well with anyone in her family and was not relishing the idea of having to deal with Myra just then. The temple was quite large, though, perhaps she could avoid her for a while, at least until she had settled herself.
The carriage pulled to a stop and she stepped down, ignoring the offered hand of the guards, an imperious wave sending them for her things which they unloaded quickly. She was greeted by a smiling woman, a temple attendant, one of Callidora's priestesses she later learned, and was led within, the woman's warm greeting somewhat confounding her.
This was meant to be punishment?
Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 5:00 pm
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Naturally one would expect to be shown straight away to one's new "Mistress" but rather than take her to Callidora the gracious temple attendant instead took her to the suite of rooms she would now be occupying after a brief tour of the temple. Again she was struck by the luxurious surroundings, the sheer elegance of it all, and wondered just why Static had chosen this as her place of punishment. Suspicious by nature she wondered if the fact that she would not be shown to Callidora immediately had something to do with it and when the temple priestess turned to go she stopped her with a subconsciously imperious gesture.
"Wait..why am I not being shown to the Lady of this Temple?"
It was a legitimate question and had been offered with as much respect as she ever afforded anyone. Her answer was accompanied with a gentle smile as the attendant turned back to her. "Our Lady felt you may wish some time to yourself to become used to your surroundings. You've been traveling and may wish to freshen up. Besides, you've had quite a shock, coming here from...where you were...so abruptly. She wishes your transition into your new home to be as easy on you as possible. She will meet with you in a few hours time, Princess."
The title had been afforded with all due respect and without even a hint of sarcasm. That alone surprised the girl and as the priestess turned to leave she offered her quiet thanks. Finally alone for the first time in hours she turned to survey her new surroundings, what would now be her home. It was lavish, far more than her rooms at Static's. It had a large open floor plan rather than being separated into smaller rooms; a sitting area arranged before a fireplace across the room from a large heavily draped four poster bed, a sheer crimson privacy screen situated before a large circular sunken bathtub.
Somehow her things had been brought to the room and unpacked prior to her arrival so all of her clothing and toiletries were in their proper place, another obvious attempt on the part of the temple denizens to make her feel at home. She was at once touched and wary by such actions and wondered if such kindness was not a front for some nefarious intention. There would be no way of knowing, however, until she met the Goddess face to face.
Taking the advice of the attendant she immersed herself in a bathtub full of damask rose scented water and soaked away the tension of the previous days. Though her body relaxed her mind remained as alert as ever, turning over the events of the last few days, culminating in her arrival here. She would be a fool to think that Static did not have some manner of punishment in store for her; she would have to be utterly naive to believe he had sent her to a place where she would be pampered and happy. No...there was something here, something that would cause her pain, some how some way. She was certain of that. The question was...what? He was a clever man and she would have to be just as clever to figure it out.
Two hours later she was again dressed, refreshed, and ready to meet the Goddess of Mount Cithaeron whenever She deemed Najia ready. Standing at the balcony that opened off of her room as she waited she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her concubines, Carese and Salome. Static had taken them first and declared them off limits to her. Had they remained among the de Ingis given that Cahira was their Aunt? Or were they freed to do their own thing? She may never know. She hoped they were happy but honestly she did not regret their loss over much. Concubines took a lot of effort and she was far too self absorbed for that.
A knock behind her alerted her to the arrival of what she assumed was another temple attendant if not the same one as before and turning to face the door she eased back into he new bedchamber, calling out an invitation to enter. She'd expected a servant but what greeted her sight was anything but. She knew her instantly, the way her energy seemed to fill the room with warmth and heady intoxication, the way she suddenly wanted to go to her...to touch her...Callidora had come for her audience.
Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:45 pm
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Expectations are a funny thing; especially when reality fails to live up to them. It was just such a state of affairs the young princess found herself in now. Whatever she had expected upon her arrival at Mount Cithaeron, it certainly was not this. Callidora was stunning, no surprise there, but beyond that she was also kind...caring even. There was no malice in her of any kind when she approached Najia and again she wondered what Static's motives could have been for sending her here if this was to be the woman who would have control of her life from now on.
She didn't speak, odd for her really, simply stared at the Goddess as she entered the room and filled it with her presence. Somehow she ended up on her feet though she didn't actually recall standing. If she were being quite honest she did not typically get along with women unless they were submissive to her and even then she often found herself overcome with the urge to smack the taste out their mouths. To be fair, most the women she'd had contact with had been competition so that may have had something to do with it.
Callidora paused in front of her, a soft smile playing over her lips, and all at once she realized she'd been staring, lost in thought. Shaking her head slightly as if to clear her mind (she would realize later that such a reaction around Callidora was common among lust demons) and smiling a bit ruefully she finally found her voice.
"I suppose the proper thing to do would be to thank you for giving me a place here but since this is supposed to be my punishment I'm not sure if I should."
This was Najia.
As if she found her amusing Callidora only laughed in response, the sound causing Najia's own smile to widen whether she wished it or not. A gentle hand on her arm was soon guiding her to the nearby chaise and within moments she was seated next to the Goddess, her warm voice soothing...lulling..causing her to find a sense of calm that she had not experienced in some time.
"I am well aware of Lord Stativare's intentions in sending thee here, Najia. He claimed it was for thy punishment though he would not speak of exactly how my Temple was meant to be punishment. He also stated that thou can not be left to thy own devices as thou struggle with thy hunger and thy unique nature. Whatever Lord Stativare hoped to accomplish I have no intentions of punishing thee. I did come to an accord with Lord Stativare, however, and I am led to believe thou art aware of his conditions...that thou art to be under the rule of someone here at my temple, owned and controlled. I do not wish thee to be my slave, nor do I have the time to devote to such an arrangement, but I did have something in mind for thee."
A downright devious smile touched on Callidora's lips so briefly Najia was unsure if she'd actually seen it or not. Callidora had a plan, indeed, and no doubt it was not in keeping with Stativare's expectations. He had explained the situation when he had requested an audience with her though he would not reveal where he had gotten such an idea as to send the demonic vampire to her Temple, of all places. No doubt he had some nefarious plan, some element he did not reveal to her that would, he hoped, make his former First miserable. But Callidora didn't necessarily agree with him and had her own reasons for accepting Najia at her temple.
Stativare had displayed Najia for her, unbeknownst to the princess, and she had seen something in Najia, had known in an instant where Najia belonged and with whom. She had a knack for such things; seeing in people who they were compatible with, both sexually and emotionally, seeing unerringly where people would find love and happiness. And she knew Najia must belong to Maniac.
Maniacal, her own lover, would find a kindred spirit in the girl and would give him what she could not. She loved him dearly and knew quite well that he could easily come to love this girl as much as he loved her...possibly more...but that illicited no jealousy or anger on her part. Love, sex, joy..it was her purpose, her reason for existing, and she would do anything to give that to Maniac just as she would to any of the men who still resided in her heart, such as Valorius and yes, Akuma.
"I hath decided thou shalt be given into the keeping of my own lover, Maniac. Thou shalt meet him this evening at the Bacchanal. My attendants will come to assist thee in preparing for the event. Thou needn't worry about a thing.
Leaning forward she placed a gentle kiss to Najia's lips, as if bestowing her favor on the hybrid demon. "Welcome to my temple Najia, it is my wish that thou art happy here."
And then she was gone, rising and sweeping gracefully from the room, the heady warmth she brought with her lingering long after she had departed. She sat there, staring at the now closed door for several long moments as she processed her first meeting with the goddess. It had not been a thing as she had expected. Callidora had treated her with kindness, had welcomed her warmly in fact, and she discovered she could easily give her loyalty to her; she already had her respect. But there was one element she had not counted on. She would be given to Callidora's own lover.
That made her the competition.
Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:31 pm
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Presented like an elaborate gift; primped, powdered, and curled within an inch of her life she cut quite the stunning figure as she was escorted to the location where she would finally meet the man to whom she would now belong. Maniac, that was his name, a Prince of the House of Lust (LsT), former Death Dealer turned nomad and now consort of the Goddess of Mount Cithaeron. She'd heard of him. The onetime husband of the Imperial Princess of Eternelle Lune; everyone who had ever lived in Eternelle Lune had heard of him. She'd also heard of the Order of Lust, that particular education provided by her Aunt Diva while living with her Syre relatives. He was also the brother of Karessa, one of Morlis' ex wives.
Ironic, really, the ties that bind and all that. How they had managed to never cross paths before this was rather surprising but be that as it may he was still a stranger to her when he appeared in the secluded romantic setting prepared for their first meeting; Callidora's own garden gazebo. The force of his aura preceded him into the gazebo and turning to face the man she would now belong to she was momentarily dumbstruck. He was beautiful...and as their eyes met she could feel the attraction spark instantly between them. It hummed with a palpable energy that soon filled the little gazebo and in a moment of revelation she knew. She knew what Stativare's punishment would be.
He knew she would desire Maniac, would perhaps become as obsessed with him as she'd been with Static himself, perhaps more so. He knew she could so easily fall in love with Maniac...and he also knew she would forever share him with another woman, that she would forever come in second next to the Goddess..and it would eat at her heart until there was nothing left.
Let it never be said the Prince of Hell wasn't good at his job.
She would have to be careful with Maniac; enjoy him sexually but never give him her heart...she couldn't. Yet even as she told herself this, even as she resolved to never allow herself to fall in love with the man who now technically owned her, she knew deep down it wouldn't matter. The moment he touched her she knew some day she would belong to him completely, body and heart.
She truly was damned.
Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 5:56 pm
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She'd left without a word to anyone. Vanished without a trace. No hint of her whereabouts left behind in her wake. Not even Seterios was given any idea she was even leaving, let alone where she was going. He had his own business to tend now with the Corner, his own life to lead. Her demon's were her own. The hope of finding the Oculus in Stativare's former estates had been dashed. The estate was gone, destroyed, how she didn't know though it would not surprise her if it had been done by Stativare himself.
With Maniac gone and not a single word heard from the man she went to the only place where she could get answers. She returned to Eternelle Lune and the Temple of Mount Cithaeron. There she waited in the receiving room that adjoined the minor goddesses private chambers, refusing to leave until Callidora agreed to see her. It took some time but eventually the goddess emerged looking more disheveled than she'd ever seen her look before. Part of her wanted to question the goddess but ultimately she didn't really care why Callidora looked as she did unless it had something to do with Maniac and it was with that thought in mind that she cut to the heart of the matter.
”Where is he?”
She said nothing more, made no obeisance to the woman who technically ruled her. No, not even a greeting passed her lips before she was demanding to know what it was she had come there to learn. If anyone would know where Maniac had gone it would be Callidora, a goddess he had been bound to, the same goddess that had placed Najia in his care. Obviously not one Callidora's better ideas. She could see it in Callidora's eyes as she considered how to answer Najia; lies, evasion, flat out refusal to answer. It wasn't as if Najia could force anything from Callidora and her eyes narrowed on the “goddess” as she waited to see if Callidora would tell her what she wanted to know.
“Just tell her where he is, for fuck's sake.”
A masculine voice echoed from Callidora's bedchambers and over the other woman's shoulder she saw the swarthy features of her own one time lover, Antonio, as he emerged from the room to lean indolently against the door jamb. Amethyst eyes narrowed further, glowering at the incubus who was now quite clearly shacked up with Callidora. Forcing her gaze away from Antonio's smirk before she reacted violently and ended her little audience with the lust goddess she fixed her eyes on Callidora's face.
”Yes, for fuck's sake tell me where he is!”
Her anger was two fold; anger at Maniac for leaving without word mingling with anger at Callidora for refusing to give her the info she needed and it resounded in her voice, a pulse of power threading through her words, a hint of the compulsion she was capable of pushing at Callidora's defenses. Maniac had told her once that there may be no limits to what, or whom, she could control with her abilities given time and practice. Well today was a good day to give it a try.
Callidora frowned as she felt Najia's push but still had not yet stirred to anger. Glancing over her shoulder Antonio nodded to her, silently encouraging her to do what needs be done.
“He is gone, Najia. Summoned by his chyld that is now his sire. It is unlikely that he shall return..to either of us.”
Summoned by his chyld that is now his sire. Sadira. It was a name she had heard often, first in Stativare's household whispered on the lips of those who served him with a reverence that had maddened her. The only woman Stativare had given his heart too, he'd sought to wed her according to the tenets of Hell, make her his Infernal Consort. Then again with Maniac, his former chyld turned sire, a woman he was bound too for eternity. It was enough to make you puke.
It was with that very same look of disgust on her face that she turned away from Callidora and Antonio, the latter's face smirking over Callidora's shoulder. She would not stay there. She didn't give a damn what Stativare had decreed would be her fate. She was no longer in Hell and was through bowing to his dictates, or Callidora's for that matter. As if sensing the direction of Najia's resolve Callidora took a step towards her as Najia headed for the door without another word.
”Thou knowest what will happen if thou doth run, Najia. He will send others after you.”
For all that it was a warning Callidora's voice was gentle as if she knew the pain Najia harbored beneath the anger and bitter determination. Najia wanted no such compassion, not from her, and pausing at the doorway she turned her head slightly so that her profile would be visible to the two she'd left standing behind her. Her right hand rose to the base of her neck, fingers touching the pendant she wore, the ankh with the Eye in its center, Maniac's symbol. Curling her fingers about it she gave the pendant a vicious tug and broke the chain, ripping it from her neck. Extending her hand out to the side she let the necklace dangle from her fingertips before dropping it to the floor.
”Let them come.”
Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 5:11 pm
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