~The Beginning~
The Doll Maker stood in the room, reflective and pleased with his recent conquest. His new prize for the collection that he was gradually adding to, one day at a time as it had begun to grow. Of course it wasn?t his collection but he?d like to believe it was. Disillusioned to the truth, the Doll Maker easily felt that he controlled the demon rather then the demon controlling him. Still each and every night the Doll Maker and his prodigy collected, hunted, and gathered as was requested by that dark whisper in his ear. The Doll Maker called the room his studio, though the studio was more suitable for being a medieval torture room or the back room of a butcher shop.
He looked down to their recent piece for the collection. Greatly pleased with the addition of the creature that they now kept bound to the surgical table. She was lovely. Pale of skin, gold of hair, eyes jewels of the sky? those eyes so very blue. One the angels would surely weep over if they saw her face now. The utmost agony and pain etched against such a flawless fa?ade. Exquisite Flesh that soon would be Exquisite Corpse? as ordered and these rules the Doll Maker would follow.
He had only asked for one of the fallen. No specifications though when the Doll Maker?s prodigy found this particular beauty he knew she would be the perfect choice. The prime candidate for the female was pregnant.
The experiments began. The lies started. The pregnant female was kept drugged near comatose as the Doll Maker whispered his lies to the belly of the woman, whispering to the child ? the creation growing inside of the womb. Only with time would the lies continue after birth. Upon the Doll Maker informing the Other of the fact that his new piece to add to the collection was pregnant the request changed. Kill the vessel, keep the child. Raise the child. Lie to the child. Hone the child and corrupt the child. The child would never know what she was truly? only what they made her believe. Of course the experiment would make it easier for the child to believe the lie.
That concoction of souls collected filled into a syringe and the mix inserted into the embryonic sac. The Doll Maker did so love his experiments?and this was just something more splendid then ever imagined. Beast soul intermingled in the blood concoction of Viking legends and filled into the womb where the child grew to become something more. So much more.
The Doll Maker turned towards the collection of jars that lined the wall. Glowing and Blazing each with a different hue. A palette of colors? A gathering and harvest of souls? two jars now empty were tossed into the trash as he stroked the Gold waves of the captured vessels hair. The prodigy looked to the Doll Maker then with curious eyes.
?What will you do with her once the child is born??
The Doll Maker smiled thinly. A sick expression of madness, cruelty and delight.
?The rules have changed. If the birth of the child does not kill her? then I will??
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Nine months later the child was born. The mother survived but not for long. Drugged so heavily she had no opportunity to fight even when she had been one of the better fighters in their legion. In the distance the Doll Maker heard the tiny chimes of the door opening to the Doll Maker?s workshop to his doll business. A chuckle escaped him, amused by the fact as he leaned in to whisper to the mother. ?I hear that when a bell chimes? an angel gets its wings.? He broke her neck with a swift sick cracking of bone even as her eyes opened, even as the drugs had worn off. The opportunity for the mother to save her child had faded.
The cord broken, the Doll Maker mused over the future of the child as he shifted his eyes thoughtfully to the lean figure of the young boy with his muss of dark curls and dangerous eyes. A quirk of lips before the Doll Maker turned away again, offering the child out like he was offering her to be anointed. The cloak figure took her silently. A pleased smile in shadows even as he ripped a minor ?flaw? off of her back that sent the child wailing.
?Call her Annike. Tell her what you need to in order for her to believe the lie.?
Offering the child back without a word more the cloaked figure disappeared leaving the Doll Maker to turn towards his only son. True blood? True born son? and his very first experiment. A successful experiment because the Demon Blood had taken and adapted to his son?s blood. He motioned the five year old boy over and bent down so that the boy could see the little girl.
?Come Lucian; come meet your new playmate??
Darkness and Light. Ghost Pale and Shadow Stained. The Masterpiece of the Collection had begun like a fine match of chess? and the game had just begun?
The Doll Maker stood in the room, reflective and pleased with his recent conquest. His new prize for the collection that he was gradually adding to, one day at a time as it had begun to grow. Of course it wasn?t his collection but he?d like to believe it was. Disillusioned to the truth, the Doll Maker easily felt that he controlled the demon rather then the demon controlling him. Still each and every night the Doll Maker and his prodigy collected, hunted, and gathered as was requested by that dark whisper in his ear. The Doll Maker called the room his studio, though the studio was more suitable for being a medieval torture room or the back room of a butcher shop.
He looked down to their recent piece for the collection. Greatly pleased with the addition of the creature that they now kept bound to the surgical table. She was lovely. Pale of skin, gold of hair, eyes jewels of the sky? those eyes so very blue. One the angels would surely weep over if they saw her face now. The utmost agony and pain etched against such a flawless fa?ade. Exquisite Flesh that soon would be Exquisite Corpse? as ordered and these rules the Doll Maker would follow.
He had only asked for one of the fallen. No specifications though when the Doll Maker?s prodigy found this particular beauty he knew she would be the perfect choice. The prime candidate for the female was pregnant.
The experiments began. The lies started. The pregnant female was kept drugged near comatose as the Doll Maker whispered his lies to the belly of the woman, whispering to the child ? the creation growing inside of the womb. Only with time would the lies continue after birth. Upon the Doll Maker informing the Other of the fact that his new piece to add to the collection was pregnant the request changed. Kill the vessel, keep the child. Raise the child. Lie to the child. Hone the child and corrupt the child. The child would never know what she was truly? only what they made her believe. Of course the experiment would make it easier for the child to believe the lie.
That concoction of souls collected filled into a syringe and the mix inserted into the embryonic sac. The Doll Maker did so love his experiments?and this was just something more splendid then ever imagined. Beast soul intermingled in the blood concoction of Viking legends and filled into the womb where the child grew to become something more. So much more.
The Doll Maker turned towards the collection of jars that lined the wall. Glowing and Blazing each with a different hue. A palette of colors? A gathering and harvest of souls? two jars now empty were tossed into the trash as he stroked the Gold waves of the captured vessels hair. The prodigy looked to the Doll Maker then with curious eyes.
?What will you do with her once the child is born??
The Doll Maker smiled thinly. A sick expression of madness, cruelty and delight.
?The rules have changed. If the birth of the child does not kill her? then I will??
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Nine months later the child was born. The mother survived but not for long. Drugged so heavily she had no opportunity to fight even when she had been one of the better fighters in their legion. In the distance the Doll Maker heard the tiny chimes of the door opening to the Doll Maker?s workshop to his doll business. A chuckle escaped him, amused by the fact as he leaned in to whisper to the mother. ?I hear that when a bell chimes? an angel gets its wings.? He broke her neck with a swift sick cracking of bone even as her eyes opened, even as the drugs had worn off. The opportunity for the mother to save her child had faded.
The cord broken, the Doll Maker mused over the future of the child as he shifted his eyes thoughtfully to the lean figure of the young boy with his muss of dark curls and dangerous eyes. A quirk of lips before the Doll Maker turned away again, offering the child out like he was offering her to be anointed. The cloak figure took her silently. A pleased smile in shadows even as he ripped a minor ?flaw? off of her back that sent the child wailing.
?Call her Annike. Tell her what you need to in order for her to believe the lie.?
Offering the child back without a word more the cloaked figure disappeared leaving the Doll Maker to turn towards his only son. True blood? True born son? and his very first experiment. A successful experiment because the Demon Blood had taken and adapted to his son?s blood. He motioned the five year old boy over and bent down so that the boy could see the little girl.
?Come Lucian; come meet your new playmate??
Darkness and Light. Ghost Pale and Shadow Stained. The Masterpiece of the Collection had begun like a fine match of chess? and the game had just begun?