Topic: The Temple of Oblivion-Explicit Posts, Reader be warned.

DarkHand

Date: 2008-03-12 02:49 EST
Here in this dark, vast chamber dedicated to Death and the Dead, Khoss's wife, the dark and twisted Dalia BlackThorne would bring back Mara, the one time plaything of Dalia and her brother, Zillah. Here also, Khoss would bring back Zillah, Dalia's brother, though to unlife, a vampire reborn.

He, Zaruk, the good Belle, the mad Val, and a gathering of Khoss's fortress guard, and Eternal Order priests, awaiting Dalia and Michelle.
Khoss had his priests setup the temple for Dalia'a ritual, he would let his wife have her fun first. Then he would bring back Zillah, also here Khoss would send Zaruk, and his three prizes back to the Abyss.

Belle De Morte

Date: 2008-03-12 13:12 EST
Belle led the procession into the chapel, shoving the bound Michelle before her. Her eyes met those of her other self, and she sneered.

Handing off Michelle to a guard, she couldn't resist the temptation of belittling her other self. "Look at you, look at what you did to us, I am a disaster! Look at the clothes my Mistress has given me, and what did you dress us in? Demure things. Ha! As if you could change us. We were a whore, Belle, and we will always be one. No paint and pretty dresses wil change that. The sooner you realize that you are weak, disgusting, and a failure as a vampire, the better. I bet you had us eating pre-packaged blood and rats, too!!" Slapping her other self across the cheek, she spat on her and turned on a heel, eternally grateful to be free of that annoying thing called a conscience. "Madame Dalia, my Mistress, there is someone banging on the doors above ground. Shall I tend to it?"

For Belle had heard the soft sounds of a woman above, and could smell her. She knew her Master Khoss would know of the presence, but this was a task for an underling, not the Master and Mistress of the house. Belle would do whatever she could to please these two, for they had given her new life, her old life, but better! She was no longer bound to serve Zaruk, and could terrorize and tantalize whomever she chose!

Bowing her head slightly before Dalia, the subtle sign of submission; the only sign she would give her before a group of people, for Belle thought herself far above a common slave. "Allow me to serve, Madame Dalia, and bring the woman to you. Perhaps she will be right for another sacrifice?"

Dalia Blackthorne

Date: 2008-03-12 13:40 EST
Dalia led the assistant she had pegged for her own into the chapel. She was bedecked in jewels, her hair swept up in a mussed do, pinned in place. Belle had helped her dress, she had SO missed having a pet to dress her! But that was a job that was beneath Belle. She had allowed her to do it to show her loyalty and her thanks, but Mara would be back soon.

The assistant/guard was wheeling a cart. On it was Mara, pristine and beautiful as the day before she died, encased in hardened waxy, honey. Oh, the lovely girl would be so surprised to see Dalia!

Heels clicking on stone, Dalia too her place before the altar, and beckoned her husband and the guard carrying Michelle. She ordered her placed upon the prepared altar. Michelle would find she had no strength to fight, and as Belle spoke, she beckoned Belle as well.

"Yes, my pet, bring her to me. But first, be-spell this one with your gaze, put her in a light trance for me. I can't have her moving and distracting me once the ritual begins."

Dalia set out the few items she needed that Khoss did not already have; the personal ones such as the blade and cup to catch the life blood from Michelle's body. A large tub was already stationed in the circle, and Mara's form was being slid into it.

Dalia closed the circle once Belle had left it, and she called upon Zaruk. Her blood tie with him forced him to comply, and he was there, inside the inner circle she had prepared, still bound by Khoss' chains and magick. "With the willing sacrifice of her blood kin, Zaruk Na'Roth, I deman that you bring me back and restore the sould of Mara Bliss Payne! As your Mistress, I command this! Here is your payment! Take her soul, and her body if you wish." With that, she slit the throat of Michelle, catching the splattering blood in the large, onyx basin. Once the girl was bled dry, she poured a sample of the blood on the flames of the already lit burner. Oh, her sweet Khoss had thought of everything! Then the remainder, a rather copious amount, was poured by herself over the encased body of Mara.

"With the blood of your blood, I command you to come to me! You will obey me as you once did, and revel in the pain and pleasures of life! Mara Bliss Payne, you are mine to command again! Rise from the depths of deathly slumber and again feel the love you felt for my family! Bind yourself to me, to Khoss, and to all we stand for!"

Zaruk began to speak, chanting in his own tongue. The wax began to bubble and melt away from Mara, her face was serene, as if in sleep. She was covered in the blood of her sister, still, even as the honey and wax melted from her. She would bathe in the life essence of her own family, and the spells Dalia caste upon her would be nigh unbreakable because of it.

Mara would be Dalia's again, she would be the same girl she was before she discovered her link with Dalia, the power to defy her would be gone. Her love for Dalia and Zillah, as well as her love for Khoss would be strengthened with the blood that Dalia and now Khoss tossed into the bath.

Dalia had lovingly pricked Khoss' own fingers with her own teeth, gently and lovingly, she sprinkled a few drops. She then bit and bled herself, spreading more of her own blood over Mara's lips. Purring, kneeling beside the claw footed basin, she kissed Mara's lips. "Awaken, my pet, with the taste of your Master and Mistress on your tongue."

Dalia Blackthorne

Date: 2008-03-12 13:56 EST
Dalia watched the magick at work, and before Mara's eyes could open, she placed a blackthorne choker about her throat, collaring her as she did so many years ago with the symbol of her family. Mara would be shared with Khoss, but in her soul, she was Dalia's.

Dalia had used Mara for so much of her magick, and the strength inside the girl was unbelievable. It was beyond what a human should posess, and yet, she did posess it. Dalia kept Mara in the dark about it, and now that the collar was replaced, the spell complete, Mara would not remember her discovery of that fact. Nor would she remember her life after Dalia, she would not remember killing Zillah, or that woman, Raven. Mara would be as she was, devoted and eager to please. Relishing the pain she recieved as reward, and in love with Zillah.

Oh, poor Zillah. If only he could be brought back to her, if only Dalia could find some way to bring him back, bring him home. She cried softly at the thought, startled at her own weakness, but she did not hide it. Zillah deserved her tears, her grief. A tear slid into the bath unnoticed. It would give Mara compassion, it would restore that compassion she had in life.

Rising, Dalia too her place at her beloved's side, watching as the spell worked on Mara, waiting for her pet, her girl, to arise once again. She would be human, and alive. She would be warm and full of sweet blood, a pomme de sang for Dalia, perhaps. Or not. Dalia may just use that lovely little fae for her snacking pet.

They could only watch, and wait. She snuggled closer to her lover, thrilling at the touch of his strong hands, and she felt herself slipping into a blissful trance. She nuzzled him, ravenous for his body as always, but controlling herself. She knew there would be time for that once Mara was awake.

Payne Is Bliss

Date: 2008-03-12 13:59 EST
Mara moaned softly, shifting in the rapidly cooling sludge in which she was...bathing in? Jade eyes, clear and sparkling, opened with a jolt of fear. She looked around, and down, she was naked and sitting in a bath of...what smelled of blood and honey.

Her eyes shifted immediately to Dalia's smiling face, and she relaxed. Oh. It must just have been a ritual, Dalia must have taken pity on her and allowed her to trance out during it. Sometimes these things took so long, Mara got restless.

She smiled and spoke to Dalia, a frown lighting gently on lush lips as she noticed she had no clue where she was, or whom Dalia was rubbing all over. "Madam Dalia? Where am I? And, um, who is that?" Indicating Khoss, she looked about and gasped as she now saw many gaurds around her, and the familiar sight of a demon bound in a circle. "Could I have some clothes, please? Are we done, now?"

DarkHand

Date: 2008-03-12 14:59 EST
Khoss was most impressed with Dalia's workings of the Dark Arts, he stood aside and watched her return Mara to life, and indeed this one would be bound to him, for his dark ichor was used, and she would be bound to Darkon as well, as was Dalia and the Evil Belle.

He turned to Zaruk and dispelled the circle keeping Zaruk in place, but held in his hand thr Harvester of Sorrows, for if Zaruk even made one false move, his dark spirit would feed Darkon. He gave Mara a nod and spoke to her, his voice grim and echoing.

"I am Khoss, Crown Prince of Darkon, And the Right Hand of his Majesty Azalin Rex, whom i serve and now whom you serve ultimatly, Mara Payne. I am your Mistress Dalia's husband and master, and as such you serve me as well. And as for the deal Zaruk -Turns to Zaruk and hands over Val, the Good Belle and the soul of Michelle Pain, trapped in a black gem to Zaruk- Leave here Demon you have what was promised, and come no more to this land, nor seek my beloved wife, Dalia. For if i gaze upon your face again, your dark soul well be fed to Darkon's ever hungry soil and your head will be placed in my hall of trophies."

Zaruk gave a nod and took the two women, and the soul of Michelle Payne, but could not leave, the Mists of Darkon pervented such a thing. Though it was of no issue, Khoss wanted to make sure Zaruk was truely gone, and opened his own portal to the Abyss, the blast of Demonic power, and the screams and the red light filled the vast chamber, Zaruk took the three with him, sobbing in tears, begging for mercy one would hear, even from the soul of Michelle, trapped in the black gem.

Once Zaruk was through the portal with his prizes, Khoss closed the portal and turned to Dalia and the blood and gore soaked Mara."And know that the business is done, time for me to conduct my own ritual, a gift to you my lovely wife and to your dear Mara, here."

He gave a grin, showing his wicked teeth, and ordered his men to place an atorphied heart upon the altar, and some ashes, and a few other items, some bones, and crushed black sapphires. With a quick slash of his dagger he cut Dalia's hand and collected some of her blood into a black iron chalice, and did the same to himself and to Mara. Tapping the chalice with his dagger he spoke strange words, which made the chalice glow with a black-purple light. All in the room would feel the power of the Negative energy plane and the Ethereal plane, the places where the dead walked.

With the power of the two planes flowing into the chalice, Khoss began to entone a dark spell, whispers, shadows, wails were heard and seen, the winds could be heard, the Winds of Death they did carry the spirit of Zillah back to the land of the Living. A whilrwind picked up the remains upon the altar, and mixed with the dark energy and the soul of Zillah. And when all settled and was calm, there stood Zillah, brother to Dalia, and servent now to Khoss, in his newly restored and perfect body, and completely naked.

Zillah was home, reborn as a vampire..

Dalia Blackthorne

Date: 2008-03-13 00:23 EST
Dalia helped Mara from the bath, cleaning her off quickly with a burning green fire that engulfed her, singing and cleaning away the blood and gook. It was a mage fire, cleansing only, and not burning her in the slightest. She was clean, dry, and gloriously naked. Dalia asked a guard for his cloak to drape about the girl's shoulders, not wanting to clothe the lovely just yet, but allowing her some modesty. She actually did it because she didn't like the way the guards and some of the others were looking at her pet.

"Here now, Mara love. Come to me."Cooing, Dalia slipped an arm about Mara as the wind and howling commensed. Her grin was wide, from ear to ear as she watched her beloved work. But it was his surprise for her that truly made her heart flutter and her excitement rouse.

Clinging tightly to Mara as her hand was slit, she licked the blood gently from Mara's palm. Shuddering with pleasure at the taste of her again, she noticed the faint mingling of Khoss' flavor as well.

Zillah's rebirth took her attentions from her pet and from watching her husband. Dalia left Mara behind as she approached the altar, staring up at her lover/brother in all his alabaster glory. Her smile, beautific and adoring, "Zillah...oh my Zillah....he did it!" She fell to her knees as if worshiping at the altar of Zillah, but spoke to Khoss, tears streaming down her cheeks from joy. "Oh my husband. You have given me the greatest gift. "

Zillah Blackthorne

Date: 2008-03-13 19:50 EST
Zillah stood, stretched, and smiled wickedly at those collected at the foot of the altar. But those lime green eyes sought one face in particular. He locked eyes with Dalia, and kneeled, arms open to accept her. "My sister. Come. We are together again...and I see you have brought me my Mara. One happy family, again. How I missed you." Tears shone in his eyes, but the hunger gripped him suddenly, and he gasped, clinging to Dalia.

Zillah's exquisite body began to convulse, and the strength went out of him. He had not expected this hunger, nor had he felt anything of the like in all his lifetime. It was exquisite pain, and he reveled in it for a moment before begging his Dalia to ease his pain.

"Lover, I need it. Please, I haven't the strength to even get down from here. Bring her to me...." In a hoarse whisper, his eyes on Mara, fangs suddenly bared. He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself if she were to come to him, so he shook his head and spoke again, this time in Dalia's mind, unable to force words past his lips. "No, take her away from my sight. Bring me someone else...I must feed!"

Choking on a cry of rage, frustration, and animalistic desire, Zillah managed to find the strength to throw himself back onto the altar, an arm flung over his eyes so as not to bewitch Mara with his gaze, sending her straight into his arms. He could hear her, hear her struggles and whimpers. Oh, that delicious scent of her fear!

Dalia Blackthorne

Date: 2008-03-13 22:19 EST
Dalia held her brother, worried at his sudden collapse and weakness. She could never deny him anything, and so she turned to look at her husband, that sweet look upon her face.

"Khoss, my dear. He must feed...will you please choose a victim for him? It is your place, love, and I would never think of acting without your permission." Batting her lashes, a smile of utter devotion and a hint of mischief, she soothed Zillah's hair with a gentle hand, and nodded for a guard to take Mara from Zillah's sight. She ordered the girl to be taken to the side, kept warm, and food brought for her.

"Hush, love hush. Don't you fret," Dalia sang to her brother, petting and rocking him,"Wait, love wait. Soon you'll see. Oh my pet, you've come back to me."

Dalia knew her husband would soon amend the situation, and she was not in the least worried Mara would come to harm. Zillah was calming, as he always did when she sang to him. Khoss would bring him food, and perhaps the three of them would share a bit. Dalia wanted them both to get their strength up, for she had plans for the two of them, and Mara too. This chapel would see more before the night was through.

Payne Is Bliss

Date: 2008-03-13 22:27 EST
Mara gasped at the sight of Zillah, having not understood that he was dead. Nor did she remember that he had died by her own hand, by his own blade and that it was she who had stolen his heart from his body before burial.

She clung to Dalia and moaned, fear rushing, making her blood run cold. Whimpers emitted between plump lips, her jade eyes wide. She was pushed aside suddenly as Dalia ran to her brother, and Mara wanted to go to him, had this NEED to touch him, please him, open herself to his every whim.

A guard roughly held her back as she struggled to get to the siblings, knowing her place was with them, and not understanding just yet why she was forbidden to enter their circle. She struggled, weak from her own re-birth, bare feet rasping on the stone floors. Her own hunger gnawed away at her belly, but she ignored it, needing acceptance from her Masters more than sustanence.

A blanket was wrapped about her shoulders, and gentler hands took her to a corner, out of sight of Dalia and Zillah. She was given a cup of spiced, warmed wine, and a plate of simple food. The wine fortified her, and the food filled part of the empty ache in her body. Once fed, exhaustion settled over her and she fell into a heap on the floor, moaning and whimpering weakly. Why would they not come for her?

Zillah filled her mind, it was as if he were part of her, the thing that would complete her, finally. She longed for him, for his praise and acceptance.

Skin smelling of vanilla and spiced wine, her blood would taste of this as well. Mara would make a difficult temptation for the vampires. Pheremones were pumped from her, a scent that would forever linger on her, drawing all vampires to her. Fear and dispair, as well, were scented on the air about her, for she feared they were leaving her behind, discarding her. She would rather die than be left without her Zillah, without her Mistress.

DarkHand

Date: 2008-03-14 14:41 EST
Khoss gave his lovely bride a nod and snapped his fingers, a guard went to get a young male human, lovely in form, 17 in age and a virgin at that. A perfect first victim for Zillah to feed upon.

"Here you are Zillah, a lovely young boy to feed upon, for i know that your hunger is great indeed, he is full of life, the Life Blood, take him he is yours to feast upon, you and Dalia both, this one has life enough. And when you are done draining his blood, i will feast upon his flesh. And in doing so, sharing this sweet meal, you two are bound to me, and to his Majesty, Forever. So partake do not let this sweet boy grow cold now."

He stood back to watch both Brother and Sister goto feast upon the boy, after all, Khoss knew that Dalia and Zillah shared everything, and he would not stop that now. He gave evil grin, and took Mara by the hand, and held her in place, no matter how strong she was, Khoss was stronger. She would keep her place, for he was master of both Dalia and Zillah. And thus her master as well.

Belle De Morte

Date: 2008-03-14 17:20 EST
Belle led Misery into the chapel, finger hooked through the ring in Misery's collar, keeping the young woman close on her heels. Smirking, pleased as punch, she sauntered towards her Mistress, and stopped dead in her tracks.

She saw Dalia, and a man whom she knew to be Zillah, feasting on a young man. Oh, he looked succulent! Belle licked her dark lips, but reigned in her hunger. She took one look at Mara, cleaned and fed, and nodded approvingly. Most definately Mara would fit in well here. She knew of her past, of her talents. Calling on the dead the spirit world would get her a high place in Khoss' court, even without Dalia's support.

Belle sighed, wondering just where she would fit into the scheme of things, and decided she'd need to make herself invaluable in order to stay in good graces with this twisted monarchy.

She added more sway to her step, more sensuosity in her walk, hips swaying, inviting. Her voice dropped an octave, and she added what music she could to it as she spoke to Khoss,"Master, I have brought a gift for you and Madame Dalia. She is not human, but she is seeking a home, and a postition as First Slave. From scanning her thoughts and memories, she is highly trained and posesses the temperment and loyalty to do well." Bowing, dipping low to display her cleavage to Khoss, she looked up at him from under heavy lashes, a flirtatious smirk settling on blood reddened lips. "I brought her to you, Master Khoss, as soon as I discovered her appropriateness for this House."

Belle knew it was risky, flirting openly with Khoss like this, but she knew he was his own man, and had needs that Dalia perhaps could not always fill. She knew Dalia was a posessive sort, but she knew from listening to Dalia's version of girl talk as Belle had dressed her, that they had an "open" relationship, taking part in whatever lovers they chose, and often sharing them. This was not an unappealing thought for Belle. If she could insert herself into the "harem" here, as well as serve as a protector for Khoss' precious Dalia, she would have nothing to fear.

Conniving and manipulative, something Belle had been since birth, and it was all coming back to her. Now that the simpering little idiot half of her was gone, that is.

She stayed low, in her curtsey, awaiting dismissal or praise from Khoss. She was never much of a slave, but she knew how to behave like one. Zaruk had done his job of training her, it was just his loss he'd never been able to break her.

Dark Misery

Date: 2008-03-14 17:30 EST
Misery stumbled as they came to a sudden stop, having had to hurry to keep up with Belle's long strides. Her brilliant purple eyes took in her dark surroundings, and pleasure zinged through her at the sight of the chapel. It had been a long time since she'd had a proper place, or money, so the brilliant purple roots, that was her natural hair color, were about two inches long. She felt dirty, disheveled, and complety unprepared to meet her possible Master or Mistress.

But, she was used to having no choice, so she bowed her head, her exquisite, pale and swan-like neck dipping beautifully. Her face was serene, flawless, and so pale it seemed to glow softly blue. Her hands folded before her, demurely as was her usual stance, feet planted. She watched from beneath her lowered lids, wondering just what was to happen to her, but knowing that two of the beings in this room where perfect for her. One male, the one she now learned was called Khoss, and a female that was out of her line of sight. She heard moans of ecstasy coming from the area off to her right, where she had momentarily seen an altar, a human being fed upon, and a woman and man.

Misery waited to be spoken to or addressed, eyes downcast and head bent once more. It was all she could do to keep herself still, and her heart was racing with excitement. Was this the home she'd been longing for?

Zillah Blackthorne

Date: 2008-03-14 17:41 EST
Zillah accept the boy into his arms, smiling and purring. His long fingers stroking his cheek, his throat, then pulling him up onto the altar. His arms wrapped about the boy, tenderly caressing him, wrapping him about the boys body. His tongue darted out, teasing open the boys lips and was rewarded with a delicate moan. He plunged his tongue in his sweet mouth, kissing him deeply, swallowing wine-flavored spit. Oh, such pleasures he had missed!

The boy was pliant in his arms, even caressing and fondeling Zillah in return. His hand slipped down to cup the young man's genitals, stroking him into a frenzy of moans, all were caught and swallowed up by Zillah's mouth. He felt Dalia's hands on his own back, thighs, and then his own genitals as she inserted herself into the mix. Her tongue was cool, flavored with sweet mead, and her deft fingers aroused him like only Mara's could match.

The siblings then bit the boy, who was lost in the sensations of both brother and sister's ministrations, crying out in ecstasy, even as he was bled into a husk. He and Dalia dropped the body, smearing droplets of blood on each other, and Zillah ripped the dress from his sisters body. He pulled her onto the altar, nails raking her back as she bit and suckled a peirced nipple, his own moans drawing the attentions of the others in the room, but he cared not.

Shoving Dalia back, he kissed her, licking her from ankle to eye-lids, nipping and sipping from her, her flesh warm from the feeding. She had sampled the boy, but allowed Zillah to feast. Their passions were unspent, and urgent, hands and mouths, tongues and teeth all desperately searching. Zillah called out for Khoss to join them,"Master Khoss, come. I have much to repay you. Let me begin by sharing my sister with you, truly giving her to you, and myself as well. Send the minion away with her prize, Dalia can inspect the merchandise later. Please, Master Khoss...we are hungry for you." A delicate, almost feminine moan formed the word 'hungry', adding a growl to his words.

Zillah's trim hips, almost androgenous in their curves lifted into the mouth of Dalia, her lips finding his member ready for her. Oh, how he missed Dalia!

Dalia Blackthorne

Date: 2008-03-14 17:50 EST
Dalia indeed threw herself into the frey, feeding off the sexual energy more than the blood. Hers would be an existance of psychic vampirey, as well as feeding from the blood.

Her body was freed from the confines of her corset and dress, and she writhed at the touch of her lost lover. Her moans called for Khoss, wanting, no needing to share her brother, this one posession she had, with him. Her breasts, nipples taught little gems, were arched to the ceiling, perfect pale globes, bouncing with each arching moan. Her breath, ragged and quick, her hands and mouth searching, biting, suckling Zillah's temporarily warm flesh.

An orgasm ripped through her body, she felt as if it tore her asunder, and she shuddered, screaming Zillah's name, and then moaning for Khoss. Zillah's hands and fingers working her until she tore free, spinning and positioning herself between his legs. Oh, the taste of him! She was expert in the skills of the bedroom and soon brought Zillah to his own peak, the both of them still not satisfied. It would take being filled by her husband to sate them, and perhaps not even then. The three of them would be busy for hours.

Tearing her lips away, she looked at her husband, holding Mara back. She saw the pain in the girls' eyes, the longing, and she beckoned, Zillah's seed still lingering on her tongue. She grasped Mara by the hair as she ran to her, and plunged that tongue in her mouth, sealing her fate. Zillah's essence was in her, binding her love for him forever. Mara would be his till the day she died.

This final spell complete, her latest and most important gift to her brother, Dalia slid from the altar and stalked to her husband, glowing with lust, flushed from sex and desire. Rosy was her complexion for once, and she stood before him, waiting to see what he would do.

Payne Is Bliss

Date: 2008-03-14 17:55 EST
Mara cried in pain as she watched the two begin their lust driven tryst, the feeding, and she longed to be a part of it. Strong hands gripped her shoulders painfully, and she was forced to watch. This tore at her very soul.

Agony filled her, and she turned her jade eyes up to Khoss, begging him to do something, anything. She needed Zillah's love, Dalia's touches and punishment. Cuddling closer to Khoss as the frenzy built, and she fed from the desire in the air, sparkling towards her in her second sight. She breathed it in, and her eyes dilated with arousal, her pulse rapid. She was ready, she was eager, and she would do anything to be devoured by those siblings tonight!

She pressed closer to Khoss, unable to stop herself from rubbing against him, moaning and begging him in hurried whispers to make them let her in, to take her to them and take her too.

Dalia's beckoning hand sent her spinning from Khoss' grip, he must have released her because she had not been able to escape him before. She flew into Dalia's arms, swallowing down that precious fluid that Zillah had never before allowed her to partake in. Zinging through her body, she felt warm, green, and filled with his love. She threw herself into his arms, begging him to feed from her, to take her, to love her again.

Belle De Morte

Date: 2008-03-14 18:05 EST
Belle was shocked at the pace at which things sort fell apart. She turned to go, pulling Misery along with her, but paused, addressing Khoss briefly.

"I will leave you to your ritual, m'Lord. Shall I take the new slave into my chambers and see to her comforts? And if you could see it in your....heart, may I chose from the blood stock and feed now? All the pheremones and sex in here is more than I can stand. I will not touch a hair on this young one's head though, be assured. She will sleep safe in my bed, unmolested and untasted."

Belle had to get out of there before she couldn't control herself anymore, but she bowed, awaiting Khoss' answer.

DarkHand

Date: 2008-03-16 01:44 EST
Khoss turned to Belle, and spoke to her, while looking at her lovely form, and smiled.

"Yes of course my dear, you may do as you wish, i have very well appointed quarters for you and your little pet here, located two floors below my and Lady Dalia's quarters in the main tower. And you can alos choose of the many i have in stock, there is an assortment of blood slaves in the dungeons. Just ask Master Vordun, he is the Master of the Dungeons. Though be wise to him, he is well, very lonely, and quite brutal, and such a pretty thing as you should not be too badly harmed."Khoss gave Belle a kiss on the lips

"Now be off my dear, and have fun with that one." Smirked and allowed Belle to leave with her little pet, Misery.

He turned to Mara, who was rubbing upon him, and he was rather aroused by her attentions, and when she went towards Dalia, Khoss joined the little orgy that was to begin, taking off his clothes and armor, exposing his great muscular and scarred body.

Belle De Morte

Date: 2008-03-16 13:37 EST
Belle bowed, took Misery by the hand, and left without another word.

She did as told, making a stop to meet with Master Vordun, and choosing a lovely young thing, looking very much like the new pet's sister. Belle also relieved the dungeon Master, after much flirting and stroking of his ego, of two leashes and a variety of whips, cuffs, and leather bindings. She had an evening planned that the new slave was not likely to forget.

The girl taken from the blood stock, however, would die with the memories of Belle's kisses on her tongue. Pity, but Belle was famished from days of starvation and the Split.

The girls, now leashed through the o-rings in their collars, padded silently behind her as she climbed the stairs. "Tell me, pet. What is your name? I must have something to tell Madame Dalia, when she comes to retrieve you."

Dark Misery

Date: 2008-03-16 17:04 EST
"I am Misery London Soltaire, miss." Head down, voice soft. She followed obediently, but was a bit disappointed that Belle seemed to have given her word that Misery was not to be used, this night. She was aching with the need to please, to do as bid.

Her steps never faltered, although she did aid the other girl from time to time. It was not from mistreatment or lack of health, for the girl was plump, well fed, and cleaner by far than Misery. She envied the girl a bit, but knew her days were numbered. She knew the girls and boys of that slave pool were bred and raised to be food, not kept for enjoyment.

Misery walked a little prouder then, thinking that she was being reserved for Madame Dalia, whom she assumed was Queen here. Misery was to be the personal handmaiden to the queen? The thought of it filled her with warm pleasure.

She hurried the younger girl along then, eager to see where Belle was taking them.

Zillah Blackthorne

Date: 2008-03-16 20:30 EST
Zillah welcomed Mara with open and eager arms, laughing at her little girl's pout and kissing her. She tasted of tears. Oh, his Mara, was his at last!

The memories of the look of regret and guilt in her eyes as she stabbed him through the heart swirled in his mind, and he knew that he would spare her those memories. He knew Dalia would have had to take them, and he would not hurt her again. No, he would protect Mara from Dalia, and he would protect her from those memories that would break her again.

Curling about her, protective, Zillah bit his own wrist, pressing it to Mara's lips and murmuring into her dark hair, it always smelled of citrus. "Drink, love. You will be stronger, lovelier, and nigh immortal at my side. Partake of me as I partake of you, and we shall be one. My bride in blood, my Mara." Groaning, he dipped his head to nick her shoulder, lapping up the taste of her skin, lingering scent of honey and blood. She tasted like he knew she would, and she was his.

"Marry me, Mara." He proposed to her, again remembering the last time he'd asked for her hand. She had scoffed at him, and his newer and least favorite pet, Veronica Wolfe, had left him then, bewitchment broken. Turning his eyes to his sister, meeting those aquamarine eyes of love, he smiled and nodded to her. Yes, things were once again right with the world.

Payne Is Bliss

Date: 2008-03-16 21:03 EST
Mara felt the whizz of power surge through her, the taste of copper and burnt amber on her tongue. Her cells buzzed with the power flowing in her blood, repairing themselves at a rapid rate. Her skin glowed, youthful and fresh as a teens, and her scars tingled. Scars from suicide attempts as a child knitted closed, un-marred flesh growing in it's place.

She heard his growl, and the paleness of her jade eyes darkened. She looked him in the eye and nodded, replying with a soft voice, but it was nearly robotic in tone, unemotional. "Yes, I will marry you."

She clung to Zillah then, shying from a touch from Dalia, shuddering as the cold flesh of Khoss brushed her in passing. She was afraid of him, and still held a desperate fear of Dalia, but in turn, still possessed that unquenching thirst for the knowledge Dalia had and the praise that was so rarely given.

Mara was in turmoil, and Zillah was the only rock she had to cling to. It was all so new, and this strength in her blood, this sensation of invincibility was almost too much for her. She closed her eyes and layed back, allowing her body to be used, and locking her mind away from all but the sensation of Zillah and his scent.

DarkHand

Date: 2008-03-17 14:52 EST
Khoss stood there watching this display of hedonism, and was thinking to himself, what was he doing? This Dalia was using him, to get her revenge back at those who hurt her. She manipulated Khoss, and in a sense his Majesty Azalin Rex. And it was in that moment of thinking of Azalin, the Lich ruler of Darkon himself appeared, stepping out of black flames, noticed only by Khoss.

"She mocks you my son, she uses you, this undead fae whore, and her incestous brother, with her playthings. You are Khoss, Crown Prince of Darkon, and Lord General of the Armies of the Kingdom, and my Darkhand. She hath made you weak, we have a world to conquer by plague and blade, so go forth and conquer in my name!"

And with that Azalin left as he did unseen and unheard, and Khoss redressed in his armor black, and did summon Final Death, his enflamed greatsword, enchanted to bring death to Vampires, and walked over to the three in their rapture, and struck the altar next to them, and it did shatter into many pieces. He also gave a great roar, his eyes flaring green flame, his form darker then ever before.

"You have used me for the last time Dalia Blackthorne, you and your brother both! In my home, to gain victory over your petty concerns! I have a world to conquer, Death to the Living! So the Dead shall reign! Leave here fae whore, with your brother, and your little playthings at once! I cast you out of Darkon, Forever!"

With that the marks of service to Azalin were gone, never more were Dalia, Zillah or any of their playthings bound to Darkon. Nor would they be allowed to enter the Kingdom, if they did, they would have Azalin and Khoss's fury upon them.

"Leave here at once, you are dead to me Dalia Blackthorne, i renounce your bond to Darkon, to Azalin Rex and to me, Khoss, Crown Prince of the Realm. Go from this place and be swift, for i will not hinder in destroying you with this here blade FinalDeath, a sword i have used to annihliate many of your kind. And i will not show you or Zillah any mercy. Leave!"

Khoss brought his sword to bear, and the siblings would feel the lick of the hot flame, and the anger and hate the sword had for the two vampires. The two were being cast out of their dark Eden, their macabre Paradise, never more to be accepted back.