Post by BadInfluence on Apr 23, 2014 22:55:39 GMT 9.5
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
: .. he had to know precisely just what his touches .. his voice.. his bodies proximity was doing to her.. her lips parted.. a quiet breath sounded in response to his voice vibrating against her bared flesh.. and it did just that.. it caused her jaw to pain.. her ears to twitch.. her toes to curl.. her fingers to flex.. something as simple as him speaking was having quite a profound effect on her person.. more so than she had felt before.. she had been topped before.. that was nothing knew.. but this.. this was something different.. a little further left of centre.. he had sunk his claws in so deeply there would be no easy retrieval.. those half closed lids would soon flutter closed completely.. feeling his warm soft lips and teeth nipping against her skin.. just playful really.. nothing more to arouse.. to.. taunt her a little.. she exhaled when he spoke on rewarding her.. as if she had been holding her breath up until then.. though she hadn’t been.. it was abrupt.. it was purposeful.. and when he curled his thick fingers inward to gain a hold upon her breast she whimpered.. her head rocked back a little.. finding his shoulder there.. she enjoyed that touch.. that hold against her until he released.. until he let his hand fall.. to wander down.. her own tumbled back to rest there against her side.. just dangling beneath the waters surface.. he would notice her body stiffen considerably the moment his large hand slid down to cup against her mons.. just holding her there.. not taunting her.. not teasing her.. she’d feel his strength when he pulled her back to press against his body.. he’d feel her submission in her lack of resistance.. his hand upon her throat caused her to elongate her neck that little bit further.. her lips parted wider when his teeth sunk into her shoulder.. she cried out.. arching her upper body outward.. she trembled when he released to speak.. to explain .. to tell her that he did indeed return for her.. and had she forgotten?.. she whined softly.. the striking flutter of pain from those teeth continued to make her tingle.. to make her shuddern.. a breath catching.. feeling his hand sliding up to rest there upon the flat of her perfectly pale stomach.. she sucked it inward in response.. the other hand drew away from her throat.. allowing her to swallow properly.. though his hold was never that strong to begin with.. sliding down over that supple soft sweet valley.. to find its way back between her thighs.. a pained expression crossed her features the moment that thick finger slipped between those slick wet lips of hers.. a whimper.. a murmur.. though it was his voice excruciatingly close to her ear that would make her moan.. his words.. his phrasing.. that velvety deep.. dark tone.. - .. yes Sir.. .. she whispered.. her voice crackling a little as her frame trembled in his hold.. - ..you did say I was yours.... she paused.. swallowing down a breath- .. I do have something of yours.. your child.. your..… she hesitated a moment- .. your son.. it grows inside the body that you own.. this body.. your body.. .. she bit down upon her healing lower lip.. feeling that hardened shaft of his growing back against her.. it was unmistakable really.. pressed so flush.. so tightly against those soft ass cheeks..now her next series of words.. her.. short little statement was indeed true.. but she had never uttered it.. not since she was pregnant with Ace.. it had never been spoken.. never falling from between her own soft little lips- .. Our child.. .. her lids clenched closed a little tighter.. she swallowed deeply once more.. it wasn’t that she was upset.. he’d managed to break her down to her base level.. to where she began as she is today.. from this point he would have a great deal of control if he worked carefully..if he chose his words carefully along with his actions.. she was a beacon of truth.. she didn’t dare lie.. and it wasn’t from fear..no.. it was quite the opposite- .. yes it matters.. .. her tongue dragged across her teeth.. her hips rocked just a little.. just enough to respond to those tormenting fingers of his.. feeling them brushing against her already sensitive and somewhat still raw bud.. without blood this area of hers wouldn’t heal quite as quickly as the rest of her.. the deeper abuse would require a little further work.. yet she didn’t cry out.. no.. for the pain she felt from him.. was different to say.. the pain she felt from Dravanos.. it was on a complete different level.. it was perhaps an odd predicament to be in really.. she knew he had a wife.. she knew he had children on the way.. she’d called him out on this numerous times when he denied he would return to her.. and yet he continued to do so.. he returned as she knew he would.. but here she was.. she had the opportunity to rub it right in his face.. to torment him with it.. to call him out on his bullshit.. and yet.. she was just crumbling under his touch.. she’d never given a damn about anyone elses health.. about anyone elses injuries.. and yet here she was.. clearly concerned for his- .. it matters to me..
(19:46:00 )
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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
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°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He knew how to handle her right now, knowing that her body was still a bit broken, a little bruised and tender. His touch was masterful but light, tormenting but delicate. It was that fine line between pleasure and pain, easily tippable from one side to the other but he was maintaining that fragile balance between the two. Breaking her had been the easier part, he was very, very good at it, but putting her back together in a way that suited him… Ah, now that was going to be trickier… Did he want to break everything that was her, and remake her into his own personal image? Or did he want to leave her parts of herself, allow her to retain that core of herself that was her essence? That right there was the hardest part of all to decide on.. He himself wasn’t exactly at his most…stable… If anything he was a mess and a half and it went far past the wounds and the eye that had regrown dark as pitch and would take at least a month to look…normal. Plus on the ride from Ace’s house to here… He had a lot to think about… Too much perhaps, and he doubted if he would have the time to really figure it all out… There was the issue with Quinn and how he was going to handle their situation, how he was going to face her if he lived long enough to do it. He had tried so hard to be good for her, he had given all he had to it but he hadn’t been able to get rid of this darkness inside him. He loved Quinn, oh he loved her and he would never admit just how much to anyone but her. To everyone else, he pretended indifference, as if he didn’t care so that people wouldn’t put a target on her back. But deep down… even here, with Sydel right in front of him, wrapped up in his arms… He still loved her. Quinn was his light, those beautiful firey locks and emerald colored eyes, her sweet smile, her willingness to look past his darkness and try to find the good in him… It was killing him inside. He wasn’t good, he wasn’t honorable, he was a manipulative son of a bitch who really didn’t deserve her. At all. Sydel was more like him in this, that they couldn’t be with anyone, not really… They were dangerous people to love, because they destroyed it all no matter how much they tried not to. They were a poison, vile and vicious and they attacked everything they touched till it was nothing but a dead husk by the time they were done. Even together, both of them being what they were… they would in time destroy each other as well. One of them would eventually tip the scales too much in the other, ruin them, killing them. The sad fact of the matter was that they were attracted to each other for that simple fact alone. It wasn’t because they loved each other, not because they were so utterly wrapped up in the pretty outside package, it was the fact that they responded to that evil in one another. Like meets like and there is no resisting it, no fighting against that pull, no light strong enough in the world that could survive in that darkness. He was doomed to hurt Quinn as he was, and in truth… If he were to be completely honest with himself, he had never planned on her being anything other than a convenience. He had wanted to fuck her as soon as he saw her, that red hair of hers drew him in like a lodestone, and her innocence was such a strong temptation that he had nearly popped out of his skin to have it. When he had had her, she had been so sweet, such an opposite to the white witch against him. Did he love his wife? Yes. Did he love Sydel?.... No. he had thought long and hard about it over the last couple of days, and if he was honest with himself, truly honest, the answer was in the negative. The problem with it all, was that he was outrageously attracted to her, like an addiction, like opium. He was as badly hooked on her as he had been on that damned drug and she had such a vicious pull on his senses that when he was with her, he was high, and when he was away he was suffering from withdrawal. He would wait and wait and wait, fighting against it as much as he could, but the craving would win out and he would go to her again. Each time he caved in was another slash to his soul, carving out another huge chunk till he knew there was just a sliver of it left, just a tiny little shard of light left. The time was closing… He had precious little left. He looked down at the precious little porcelain doll in his arms, the way her skin shivered and shifted beneath his lips, the gentle nipping of his teeth. Careful, careful, a delicate mastery…*”Correct… You are mine, body, heart, and soul… I can’t leave something like that behind, now can I?... You’re quite Precious to me pet… quite Valuable…”*Delicate words…delicate strokes… Was he submitting to her? Oh no, not at all… It was the same masterful hand, just cloaked in a velveteen glove. That was the key to true mastery right there, the knowledge when to deliver a brutal blow, and when to follow up with a delicate caress. His hands over her womb, cupping that flat surface that would grow with his child, their child, his hands protective of that delicate space there, cradling. No matter how bad he was, he was a sucker for kids… Always would be. Even when he had dominated her, broken her down, he had never once disrespected her. Women brought life into this world, they were the only ones who could do it, and they deserved, commanded respect for that. Would he let her being the mother of his child control him? Fuck no. He would always be her Master, no one controlled or dominated him, wrapped him around their finger. But respect? Admiration? Compassion? Yes. His hands continued to stroke her lightly there as she called it ‘our child’, not fully aware of what it cost her to say that, but liking it all the same. He showed his pleasure when his hand dipped down to lightly stroke her, parting those sweet netherlips to his embrace, to the soothing heat of the water.*”Yes, Our baby Sydel… I’m going to love watching you grow… I find your body seductive, but you’ll drive me mad the bigger you get… A woman with child is by far…. the most outrageously sensual…sexy…stimulating thing I can imagine… I’ll fuck you often… daily really… I won’t be able to resist you…”*He would continue those delicate strokes, the feather light touches that were more torment, more of a tease. He wanted her aroused, but not enough to get her truly hot. Rather, to make her flirt with the edge of it, not giving her enough, just enough to drive her batty. When she wiggled against him, his diamond hard cock pressing full and thick against her ass made him buck against her, just a touch, enough to bring to mind how it felt when he had himself buried balls deep in her. She sounded so concerned about his wellbeing, that it mattered to her that he was injured.*”There’s nothing to be done about it Pet, My time is up… I just wanted to spend my last minutes with you…”
(21:10:40 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
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says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He knew it… all of it. Wasn’t that what he always said though, before and after he died… He was always three steps ahead of the world, whether or not he acted in it was something he decided, but it never changed the fact that nothing was unknown to him. Sometimes he chose to feign ignorance, to work the emotions and thoughts of others as he chose, as it suited his purpose and his desires. He had enjoyed being dead… It had allowed him to get to know someone that… well… She suited him. The fact was that the events that had lead up to his death had made him grow up… When he had to kill Sydel, it had killed a part of him on the inside, destroyed something in him that he hadn’t known was a part of her. Loosing Athena as well… Knowing that no matter how much he loved her, she could never love him back… That had hurt more than he could say. Both of them, these two women had mastered his life, tormented him awake or asleep. It hadn’t mattered what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he had never gotten the one thing he wanted from them, needed. He had only wanted love, to raise a family, to have someone care for him, and never once had he had that. If anything, he had been no more than a passing entertainment, a play thing, something to whittle away the time with. They had both hurt him deeply, though at least one of them had given him something he wanted, something he needed to have. It had come at such a high price though, a bitter sweet to it that had burned him to the core. Because of that he had no choice to do what he was doing now… He had had enough… He had enjoyed death, the freedom from pain and worry, the simple… loss of responsibility. He had done well in his death, he had freed both women and himself in the process, left them with that they needed… He had felt no regret, nor remorse when he had stumbled upon her… He had found her…enchanting… Not complex or demanding, but open…honest… Simple… There was a freshness about her that he had been drawn to, almost inexplicably. They had spent months together on and off, talking about nothing in general, simply enjoying the act of talking for what it was. He could have spent forever like that with her, but he hadn’t been given that option. He had been called forward, back into the realm of life as it were, and damn near against his will. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Aysil had been there, he would have denied the calling and gone right back to her… But no… Aysil was his daughter, his sweet baby girl and the only one he would die for again if he had to. He knew Sydel was pregnant with his child, but he couldn’t sum up any real…compassion…or emotion about it. He knew what he had to do…what he was going to do. He had thought, honestly, that she had grown up, that she had changed, learned to finally love without him there in her life to take care of her. What a laugh. The joke was on him that time and he had found out all too soon from watching her just what a damned lie that was. She hadn’t missed him because she cared about him… She missed him because she was bored. She wanted her favorite shiny toy, her hunting partner, her Mr. Fix it. Not him, not for who he was, just for what he did for her. The shit she pulled with his friend… That had HURT. Fucking hell that had wounded him deeply, very deeply. He always knew she fucked around, it was in her nature, or at least he had always figured it was. He let her do her little thing, have her little flavor flings on the side and never batted an eye… But Chris… Nooo… Chris stirred something in her that he had never seen before, he saw the way she suddenly shifted, she changed, she became not addicted… No… Damn that black hearted bitch, she had fallen for his best friend, his only friend. In all rights, he should have killed them both, just snuffed them out like a god damned candle but he didn’t. She had asked him not to… To show compassion and understanding. She was his leveler… She calmed him in ways that no one else did… Was it any wonder he missed her? Rather than kill them, he decided to fulfill his promise he had made to Chris fourteen years ago… Neither one of them deserved what he was going to do, they had no right to his compassion, nor his tender sided nature. If anything, they owed their lives to her… And neither of them would ever know it. It was enough to make him spit to the side, looking at that body in the mirror. He was done with it now… After all, this was just the spare… and it would be given a new use within a few hours. It would take on a new shape, a new form to fit the new soul… His true body was ready, waiting there in his bed… Handsome thing it was, so very true to who he was… He was born a blond after all, with blue eyes to boot… Might as well stick to what his Mother had given him… Well, in truth, it was his father he took after look wise, but it didn’t matter… He simply had to lay next to it, and it would be done, simple as pie. He had dressed it in the nicest suit that could be made here, tailored within a hairs breadth of perfection, black Super 220 merino wool that in modern times, combined with the exquisite detail and tailoring would be downright fucking obscene… Well over twelve grand easily, and that was with the simple, clean cut lines of the suit and without all the flares and foppery. A clean cut, glass button white shirt made of the finest silk with a matching thin black tie that drew attention to his chest and broad shoulders. Tight fitted slacks with just the right amount of flare set on his long, well-muscled legs and a set of matte black leather shoes completed the outfit. It was time to go… He laid down on that bed, arm to arm, hip to hip, and closed his eyes. A bit of a wiggle, a bit of effort, after all it was a LOT of power and memories to shift over… about a half hour, no more, and he was done. The new body sat up, stretched, relished the feel of that silk against his bare chest, the sound of the super fine material moving, shifting on his frame. He stood, moved over to that table where the mirror sat, and took a look at his new face. Not too bad… A brushing of gold colored stubble, a wicked sexy smile, and big blue eyes with a super thick head of wheat gold hair… Very nice… Straightening, he ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it back off of his forehead and straightened that jacket on his frame. Was he going to walk? Fuck that noise. Why walk, why use a mortal conveyance, when he could wrinkle? After a quick check up on that twisted little couple in the pool, it was the right time anyways… Chris was never stupid, he knew his time was up… He had held out longer than he had expected though…*
(21:10:57 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
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: Sy)*In less than a second, he was there by that little pool, his hands about Chris’s head, one over his temple, the other on his jaw, each on opposing sides. Sydel would have been able to feel him the moment he wrinkled in, and he wasn’t bothering to hide his power anymore, to keep all that delicious darkness hidden inside anymore. He had accepted his nature, a cross between his mothers and his fathers, and it was terrifying without the dampers on it. His voice was low, deep, seductive… No accent to it now, yet somehow it made it all the sexier, more mysterious for it. Damn but that voice compelled!*”Time’s up Chris… You’ve said your goodbyes… Now I say mine to you… Goodbye, Old Friend, things will be better next time around…”*With that, his hands on Chris’s head… A rapid movement, too fast to really follow well.. a loud high pitched snap, POP POP POP… Silence… That body behind her was suddenly lax, hands dropping to the side, breath stilled…. Silence… That utter still silence that comes only with death… He rose then, releasing his head as he stood, letting it fall, slide down sideways into that hot water. He looked then over at Sydel who was most likely about to lose her shit or go completely insane… He fixed her with those sky blue eyes of his, silencing her with the force he expelled.*”I can’t expect you to understand… I’m sure you think this is because of you, that I’m all… In a rage over you betraying me… Normally, I would have… But I’m beyond caring. You play your games Sydel…and I play mine… The difference is the games we play…”*He pulled the tails of his jacket down, laying it perfectly across that well-muscled chest as he did so.*”I’ve outgrown your petty games… your lies… your betrayals… I’m done… I came back for you, I thought you were ready… But you just wanted your shiny toy back…*
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”I’ll come back for my child when it’s born… What you do with Chris’s baby…is up to you… I’m taking Aysil with me as well… You’ve made your bed, now you have to sleep in it… But for the sake of the years we’ve spent together, and for the child you bore me, and will bear me… I will answer you any question you have…. Just one… Then I am gone.”
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
: ..her head remained slightly tilted back.. feeling those touches.. those delicate caresses.. his words only confirming what her mind had already settled upon.. that she was his.. her body, her heart, her soul.. even though such words couldn’t be so easily uttered by her.. it was as clear as day.. her lids fluttered closed.. an almost soft whimper sounding in response to the fondling.. to the caressing across the flat of her stomach.. each of this touches simply made her tremble.. he would have felt it.. she was far to easily manipulated and guided in this state.. she was as she appeared to everyone.. a doll.. a porcelain skinned flawless beauty.. and she was his.. to be lead down whichever merry path he so desired.. she heard him explain his desire for.. well.. a pregnant woman.. how he found the rounded shape outrageously sensual.. the bucking into her though.. that made her breath audibly catch.. she bit down into her lower lip and a murmur sounded.. his final sentence though.. that caused her lids to snap open.. her gaze to shift a little as if looking erratically from left.. to right.. - .. mm?.... she would question- .. I.... hesitation.. she knew she had to be careful with her choice of words.. her choice of phrasing.. - .. I don’t understand.. .. her brows furrowed..- .. you’re time is up ….. she blinked then and her shoulders sunk.. her body stiffened considerably.. Oh she knew.. she knew full well what had just occurred.. she felt the shift.. the change in the air.. the place drew eerily silent.. that is until her breath caught once more.. she swallowed it down.. that precious little dark heart of hers seized up within the confines of her chest.. confusion was evident upon her features.. she didn’t know what to do.. she was honestly at a complete loss..the voice struck her like a brick wall.. deeper.. a little darker than she remembered.. but it was his all the same.. unmistakable really.. her lids fell down.. colliding with each other as she heard his sentence.. and then that crack.. that was indisputable… quite clear indeed.. she’d heard it before.. she’d felt it before.. she’d committed it before.. and yet she wasn’t reacting.. she just remained standing there.. her back still to him at this point.. she heard the body hit the water.. the ripples were felt as they lapped against her legs.. against her side.. her head tilted then.. to the side just a little.. she watched Chris slowly sink down into the heated depths.. the water his grave.. his final embrace.. he was nattering on about something behind her.. rambling.. she wasn’t sure what about.. she had since tuned him out.. his voice coming at her as if it were within a tunnel somewhere.. echoing horribly making him impossible to understand.. she still wouldn’t turn to face him.. she just watched as Chris disappeared down into the murky depths.. before he was.. pretty much out of view.. perhaps she was in shock.. perhaps she wasn’t processing what was happening.. she remained there for a moment.. her hands rose from beneath the waters surface.. sliding back through those then tight little ringlets.. though as her fingers passed each one.. they’d flatten out.. all the way to the very end till ever single ivory lock was as straight as a nail.. resting slick against her shoulders.. against her back.. she turned.. glancing over her shoulder toward him.. that frosted gaze regarded him for a moment.. lingering there as a droplet tumbled down from those long coal coloured lashes.. tear? Or water from the pond?.. - .. perhaps you’re right.. .. would be all she’d say.. her voice a little.. crackled.. a little broken.. her arms crossed about her chest.. she’d turn then.. making her way around him.. her gaze having left his figure.. she’d reach that warm sandy bank.. crouching to gain a hold upon her cloak.. drawing it about her petite naked frame.. the slight ringing of the bell sounding from within its pocket.. just what had occurred here.. so far as she was concerned.. she’d lost.. again.. could she possibly ever admit that she had fallen for Chris?.. possibly not.. but deep down.. she knew.. she knew what she was feeling.. possibly it was for the best though.. afterall had of she known those feelings weren’t really reciprocated.. well.. were it even possible to break someone further than they already were?.. he’d dropped her to her base level.. a place she hadn’t been since her child died.. a place that.. when Khorn and the black guard got their hands upon her.. turned her into what she is today.. it all depended on guidance.. on manipulation.. but killing him.. made something in her snap.. just like the sound of his neck.. she stood there upon the sandy bank.. digging her toes into its surface.. feeling its heat.. her body trembled a little as the wind caught it.. brushing across those flawless long legs of hers.. -.. I do play my games.. .. she whispered..- .. you’re so smart.. you know.. everything Nautilous.. .. her chalky gaze lifted.. her head tilting to the side.. she watched him.. in all his outlandish glory.. she found it funny really.. that he was going to throw back to a lot closer version of what he was.. when he was coming to make sure to ..well knock her off the ledge- ..You know me.. so well.. .. she nodded.. if he moved to approach her.. her hand would shift outward.. palm up to express her desire for him not to come within a mere inch of her. .. something would change then.. a shift in the energy levels around the general area.. it felt .. thicker.. enough to make the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.. her skin rippled.. her body was beginning to process the shock.. and it was audibly recognizable.. her breath kept catching there.. he would have had to have felt the rocking of her heart.. she suddenly felt quite nauseous - ..But do you know what.. .. she dragged her tongue across her lower lip- .. FUCK YOU AND YOUR ONE QUESTION.. .. she growled.. her brows narrowed considerably.. that voice of hers.. the crackle.. the broken.. shattered pitch was gone.. replaced with something a lot darker.. a lot deeper.. he wasn’t the only one who could play the change me trick- .. Fuck you.. How dare you.. HOW DARE YOU.. .. she screamed.. spitting out each word at him as if they were venom laced- ..Do you want to talk to me about Betrayal?.. You DARE talk to me about lies and games?.. FUCK YOU.. .. she growled.. almost baring her teeth- .. I never wanted any fucking shiny toy.. I never wanted you to come back to get my own fucking kinks.. You don’t think I could do that on my own?.. Are you serious?.. Wow.. thankyou for letting me know how fucking highly you think of me.. After all this time.. its wonderful to know the god damn truth.. .. she tugged that cloak a little bit tighter- .
(06:39:42 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
: >..I loved you.. I Fucking Loved you.. .. she spat it out.. and it was something that she could have never said so easily.. in fact she never uttered the word love or its extensions to anyone.. Ever.. - .. I was in love with you.. .. those bloodless orbs of hers widened- .. You.. Not this.. .. she motioned to him with a quick wave of her hand- .. I don’t know what you are.. or who you are.. or who you were when you returned.. but you were NOT Nautilous.. You were not the Nautilous I knew.. You were NOT the Nautilous I loved.. Fuck no.. .. she growled- .. and if you are going to stand here and tell me that you haven’t changed.. then you have been a fucking lie the entire time we have been together.. Don’t you DARE talk to me about lies and betrayal.. Ever.. EVER.. .. the frown on her face would have sliced through glass if it were an option- .. You want to talk about betrayal.. How about what You did in that field.. do you remember?.. Would You like a fucking refresher course?!? What You forced me to do.. .. she screamed every single poison filled word- .. You want Aysil.. take her.. Go for it.. Be my fucking guest.. but don’t you Ever.. EVER say I only thought of you as a fucking shiny toy.. You Fucking Useless Self righteous Son Of A Bitch.. .. You think you’re done?.. .. she shook her head.. she was unbelievably angry.. and she had only ever been this angry once before.. and that was in that field on that one fateful night.. this was just.. the icing on the cake.. more so when Chris’s body floated back to the surface and kind of bobbed a little there..- .. Do what you like Nautilous.. You fucking will anyway.. I can be certain you’ve already lined up your next conquest.. far be it for you to ever fucking remain on your Own for any extended period of time.. So Fucking Needy.. .. she growled.. that icy gaze of hers.. those nearly completely clear irises suddenly rolled back.. and that shift that was felt earlier.. that rich.. dark little energy at play flooded the area once again.. this time though it showed itself..three young women.. three young raven haired Daemonette’s came into play.. shimmering.. their figures as w hole seemingly having trouble anchoring upon the surface world.. clearly agents for Slaanesh.. one stood behind Sydel.. and the other two upon either side.. their hands coming down to rest upon her shoulders.. they were the strength for her to speak.. the backbone Chris had broken.. they wore very little in truth.. their armor seemed to snake around their lithe little bodies.. astonishingly beautiful really.. and the trio eyed him like he was their own personal breakfast.. one of them shot him a wink.. another clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.. the third her voice would ring out..like a siren.. the charisma.. the power behind it unmistakable - .. Back off.. You’ve said your piece.. What are you looking for? A fucking reward? Useless toe rag that’s all you are.. a pretty one by all means but.. useless.. We witnessed that last bedding session you had with our sister.. .. the raven haired beauty motioned back toward Sydel.. who’s head had dipped forward- .. it was some fine entertainment really.. good value.. but horrifically short.. shame.. we thought you had potential.. clearly not.. the seed.. .. she shrugged her shoulders- .. planted.. those are easily destroyed.. all three of them.. blink of an eye and they’l be little more than a puddle of blood at her feet... the trio all laughed together then.. it was horrible really that such a sweet sing song sound could come from such dangerously evil women.. their laughter however would fall short when the energy shifted in the area once more.. it grew heavy upon everyones shoulders.. before stepping out of the shadows on the opposite side of the pond.. another trio.. this time the black guard.. their features completely shrouded in shadow.. clothed in robes of shocking black and blood red.. the deamonettes stiffened.. almost hissing in response knowing full well they wouldn’t be able to compete against such hierarchy.. if perhaps their god had send the Daemon princes.. or even a horde perhaps.. but the three of them on their own.. they knew better.. the Black guard stepped forward.. in unison.. with an almost frightening military precision.. their boots thumping against the hardened soil beneath.. shadows and smoke licked about their clothing.. the one in front lifted his arm.. the length of black onyx tumbled from his fingers.. forming into a full length staff.. its end curving into the sigil Nautilous and Sydel would know well.. the deamonettes released their hold upon Sydels body.. she soon just dropped.. falling to her knees.. though her eyes would open the moment she was released.. hands planting palm down upon the sandy soil.. the Black guard slammed that staff into the ground.. the soil creaking.. cracking.. splitting wide.. before the world around them.. Sydel, Nautilous and the Black guard would seemingly melt away.. the Deamonettes vanished.. that blood curdling scream heard as they didn’t seem to vanish quickly enough.. The Black guard managing to gain a grasp upon their shifting signals.. their anchors.. holding them as they travelled.. the pressure was excruciating.. and then it would all come to a sudden .. rather violent stop.. the group were left then.. in a wide opening.. a little lightness.. a little dark.. they hadn’t reached the chambers of the guard.. something stopped them.. something halted their journey.. it would be then that on either side of the ‘room’ as it were.. they would be joined.. two members of the hierarchy of the Khorn governance.. and two of the younger Slaanesh cult.. clothed considerably differently.. the four of them didn’t even look to Sydel or to Nautilous.. they kept their eyes upon each other.. voices would ring out.. over just who was going to be able to lay a claim upon the young elfs body and soul.. Khorns argument was that she was a cold blooded killer.. Slaanesh’s argument was that sex was her weapon.. the children however.. that was where things were about to get ugly.. -
(07:26:25 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
...
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *In truth, he had expected her rage, her anger, her hatred. He fully expected, and waited for it. What he had not expected was her true reaction… Oh rage and hate were all good things, things he fully planned on seeing, on feeling from her. After all, what was there to be from her if not that? He had killed her lover, snapped his neck cleanly while he sat there with her in that hot springs, two cute little birds in a pond. She had no idea…just what he was trying to do… For both of them. She had no idea what it was costing him to sever those ties that had run so deep for so long there were like the fibrous tissue of his muscles, the tendons that held his frame up. What else could he do, but get her angry? Let he cauterize it, let it burn through her, cleanse her as it ran it’s course. Her silence though…that meek acceptance at the first… That had not been expected, it was a foreseen possibility, but not something he ever expected to actually witness. Chris had meant more to her than he thought… Even more reason he had to do it, ever another mark towards his black little soul, another notch in the world of women who hated him with good cause. If he was good at one thing, just one thing he did perfectly, flawlessly…. It was destroy women. He had as many broken hearts behind him as one could see broken skulls under Khorn’s throne. Hell, he had made a fucking CAREER out of it, his entire fortune off of manipulating women. Then that pulse beat…just barely there, not visible to anyone but them… His gaze narrowed viciously then, and he had hoped, flirted with the idea that it wasn’t what he thought it was… He could see her loosing that numb shell though, and the fact he felt it right with that pulse beat… No… Let him be wrong… Let it be wrong… Don’t… Don’t throw the balance… Her words though… Well… Fucking Shit. She certainly didn’t make it easy to keep his temper under control did she? Then again, she had never given a damn about what she did, or the effects it had on him, or anyone else for that matter. He had to remain silent for a moment or two, to finish up the process, to gather, to store and save. Once he had it all though, oooooh… Silence? Fuck silence. Those blue eyes flashed that ember red she had known, that ever shifting patina of fire and flames, completely blanking out those baby blues.*”Are YOU fucking Kidding me?! Oh my GOD that is Rich, RICH coming from Khorns hellbitch! What the fuck did you think would happen, Sydel? I Fucking DIED. You know, ended my fucking LIFE so YOU could have one, free from all this fucking bullshit! I fucking LEFT because I didn’t WANT to hurt you! Do you think when I came back that I would be the same?! Did you fucking FORGET what sort of HELL I was going through before I fucking died? You can not, could never, fucking understand how HARD it is to live that long! I’m not so fucking lucky as the others of my kind who came in existence perfectly aligned and never having to fight to find a damn source! You never, EVER knew me Sydel! Never! That blond boy? That nice whore who sold himself for gold? What did you do to him, did you forget? You fucking BROKE me! You didn’t love me, you loved what you created! What do you expect me to do? Thank You for it?! Everything I EVER did to you, my dear Sydel, was what you brought on Yourself! I was ever only your creature, broken to you like a good dog, ever wanting to make you happy. The second I slipped that collar, you ran off to the next best thing. Did you ever even hesitate for a MOMENT, to think that you getting pregnant by my Best Fucking Friend would do to me? You want to know about love? What the FUCK would you know about love? You never loved me, you might have lusted after me, what I gave you, what I did for you, but I highly doubt you even known what love is. No… I take that back… You do now, but it isn’t with me. It was never with me. No, you love Chris… No, correct that, not Him. You love the Other him, that dark bastard who makes you look as clean as fresh fallen snow in comparison. You can’t love someone who is capable of loving you back… That’s Your curse, just as it is mine. I love you, even now, I’m doing something FOR you because I love you… You’re so damn wrapped up in yourself you can’t even see it. That’s the issue, Sydel, always ever the issue. When I was in love with you, you couldn’t give it back. I love you, I always will, but I’m not in love with you, not anymore… You killed that the second you crumbled and gave your heart to Chris. Kudos my dear… You’ve broken two men in your life, I only hope your next one keeps you fucking broken, would be the fate you earned.”*Fucking SHIT but she pissed him off!! Oh God there was just no level of the range of hatred she could bring from him. Usually she was much more deft about it, cultivating and crafting, channeling that hate to something she found amusing. She slipped up this time though, no, she had hit him in the only tender spot he had, and she was playing with a very, very dangerous thing. She didn’t have his love as a shield for her anymore, and he wasn’t above killing her again. When she mentioned the other woman, he had no reason to deny it.*
(07:26:35 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
...
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: ”Are you really going to give me shit about that? Look at where you’re standing, and tell me if you got any right to truly judge me? You want me to say I’m sorry for what I did to you? I’m not. I love my child, OUR child Sydel, and I will NEVER fucking regret what I did. Do you forget what it COST me to get her?! If you think for even a second that I’d ever, ever feel even a sliver of regret for it, you’d be wasting your time. Your right though, I do have someone. I can honestly say too, that unlike you, I didn’t fuck around. I met her when I was dead, and we suit each other. She keeps me balanced unlike you, who constantly drives me to the darkness for your own shits and giggles. Athena didn’t work either, she was just as fucked up emotionally and alignment wise as I was. You don’t get it, and in all honesty… I don’t care. Some day you will, but you’re still too damn young… I keep waiting… Damn it Sydel, why didn’t you grow up? If you had just put all these damn hang ups, these damn hooks that hold you in the past away… It doesn’t matter anymore does it? You won’t grow up, no matter how much I give… And I’ve given you everything Sydel. I was full of gold ore, spilling over, and I spent every single fleck on you and you know what? I’m empty. I don’t have anything left I can spend on you Sydel, you used it all up. I will never love someone else, ever. All I ever had to love is in you, and everyone else knows their just getting a shell. Take pride in yourself Sydel, you broke me, you’ve broken me for a long….long time. But I won’t bend for you anymore. I’m sorry baby, but I can’t do it anymore, this world can’t handle it and I can’t keep throwing the alignments out of whack for you a moment longer.” *He shook his head, looking at her, those eyes once blazing had mellowed out, returning back to those intense sky blues. He loved her, and Foxxy was well aware of it. They we’re getting married and living together because it was something convenient for the both of them. There was no love there between the two of them, just a mutual understanding and need, a way to beat back the loneliness and satisfy each other’s needs. Foxxy would be a mother to Aysil and whatever child came from the night he and Sydel shared. He was about to tell her what he was doing for Chris…for her… His last gift, that last little sliver of his heart for her… Then…Well FUCK the god damed fucking Dog! He had hoped she had dropped that son of a bitch like a bad habit when she started to play with Chris, but it hadn’t worked well enough. She played with fire and now they were both going to have to feel the heat. Oh for fucks sake. His whole demeanor shifted, changed… His face slid into outlandishly handsome lines, but the power coming off of him didn’t abate, it grew. Even all the cockiness from those three Cunt Commando’s couldn’t compare to what he was holding in on a very…very tight leash. Their words caused him to smile, a smooth movement of those full lips… Sydel would know it for the warning it was, but Slaanesh’s bitches had no idea what sort of fire they were playing with.*”Awww… aren’t the three of you just precious… Couple of Whorenado’s trying to poke fun at me, well, by all means, have at it… I’ll even give you the first shot… If you dare… But I would be careful… I don’t give a damn about two of the kids she’s carrying…but fuck with mine… Well, you won’t live to regret it… There are many different places I can send all three of you, and not a one of them are the Chaos you call home… Perhaps the Void… Send you along as a snack To She Who’s Name Must Not Be Mentioned, perhaps? You probably know her as the Primordial turned Neverborn… You know… The class of Beings that Created your beloved Slaanesh and all the other Chaos Gods…”*He was ready to take them all on, he would be damned if he lost Sydel to them… He didn’t care that he was leaving her, it was for the best, for both of them, but he wouldn’t let her go there… She’d been through enough, and the hell she would find there would be more than she deserved. Before he knew it though, Khorn’s guard were there, and he couldn’t help the smirk on his face. He even winked at the little bitches then before blowing them a kiss.*”Oh look, family arrived…”*When they vanished, he lept forward, picking Sydel up and cradling her against that big chest she would know all too well. She might even catch the scent of sandalwood, sweet and musky on his skin. He held her tight as the ground caved in, fell in, sending them all down to his home away from home. He had to say…there were benefits sometimes like today. When he had died, he had fully contracted himself to Khorn, not just on a part time basis, but for eternity. Why? Because of his alignment. Nautilous was true Chaotic Neutral, unpredictable, uncaring for one side or the other. Khorn wasn’t only about War, Khorn was about Balance. Unlike the other Chaotic Gods, Khorn’s reign was based on control, balance through war and blood, freedom through death and anguish. Truly, Nautilous hadn’t been able to fight his nature coming to the forefront with his death, he could only arrange things as best he could in that time so that he could exist without tipping the balance. It was part of the reason why Khorn had wanted him so bad in the first place, it was a contract of convenience that kept the entire Chaos in peace. He looked at Sydel there in his arms, cradling her against his chest as the two sides decided to duke it out over her soul. Why hadn’t she listened? So much could have been avoided… He looked down at her, whispering, silent, only she could hear or understand him, anyone else would at best, hear low mumbles.*”Sydel, I need you to listen to me… What’s more is I need you to trust me… I know that’s a tall order considering everything that just happened, but I’ve never been more serious with you in my life. Chris isn’t dead, I didn’t kill him, I just put him into a coma… I made a promise to him years ago at his request, that if he started to go full dark I would kill him before he lost his soul to Malal… That’s the god he serves, as we all must serve at some point. Right now up on the surface, Chris is alive but in a coma while I separate the chains of his god on him.
(07:26:47 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
...
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: ” It won’t be easy, Chris has served Malal for over thirty years, the chains are deep. I have to create a whole soul, a new body for those chains to attach to or all is lost for him. I know you care for him Sydel…and I’m happy… I know what I said up there doesn’t seem to make sense now, but it’s true. I wanted you to hate me, to rage at me… I wanted to break clean with you so that when I left, you wouldn’t think about me anymore, except to hate me. I’ll always love you, and you know it too. This…is my last gift to you… It will take a while, making a soul isn’t easy, fooling Malal even less so... But when I am done, you will have Chris back… At least… You will have all the parts you love. He won’t look the same though, for that I am sorry, but I can’t do anything about it. The soul will decide the look, but I doubt it will be…unappealing to you… I didn’t want you to find out about it like this, I wanted to wipe your memory of Chris, at least what he looked like, and leave you with the new one so you would be content and as happy as you possibly can be. Now I can’t do that because of all this… I need you balanced for me baby, I need you to fight with me on this because if you go with Slaanesh, you’ll lose Chris’s child, and I know you love it, even though you won’t deny it, I know… Fight for him Sydel… Fight for them… We can take care of the rest later, but right now, you need to stand next to me ok? To save you, and the kids… It’s going to take some fancy dancing… Think you’re up to it?”
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
says to ϕ₦ḁM: ..she could hear a great deal of what was going on when the deamonettes turned up to the party.. she could hear the interaction between the girls and with him.. the sharpened insults thrown.. the venom coated words..especially from his side..she felt the black guard arriving.. she didn’t see them.. she felt it.. the power shift.. change.. it was just like an energy pulse.. flooding her body with goosebumps.. she knew that feeling well.. she’d been in close proximity to them on numerous occasions.. this was no different.. when the deamonettes went to vanish and she began to tumble.. everything seemed to slow down.. as if she were moving in slow motion.. she fully expected to hit the ground.. she was waiting for it.. waiting for the impact that.. didn’t seem to happen.. she was scooped up then by someone.. or something.. cradled against their chest.. it would take her a moment.. or two before realisation would strike her.. he had caught her when they let her go.. his scent.. that sandalwood..so sweet and musky.. it registered on her senses quite quickly telling her just who it was.. she pressed her palms to his chest then.. as if trying in vain to push him away.. to get him to put her down.. she didn’t want to be held.. she didn’t want to be helped by him.. but her efforts were in vain.. she hadn’t the strength to do it.. and really the drive wasn’t there either.. everything she had said.. was honest.. every bit of it was indeed truth.. so far as she was concerned.. but it was a truth that was held under lock and key deep down within her.. only brought bubbling to the surface by one of the deamonettes ..having forced her tongue.. to give her the backbone she required.. sure.. if she was herself she would have argued the point.. she would have gotten under his skin and been quite sneaky about it indeed.. but she would have done it very differently.. she knew Nautilous better than most.. she knew his pressure points.. she knew what to say and what Not to say.. and the majority of what came out of her mouth in that short amount of time.. was what Not to say.. so his responses were more than apt.. and they stung her.. deeply.. like someone had taken a scorching hot blade and sliced right into her soul.. deeper than anyone had ever reached.. he was as honest as she.. he was also a lot more eloquent in his choices.. she played his bluff though.. when she said she figured he had someone else.. she didn’t actually think he did.. turn about was fair play though eh.. isn’t that how the saying goes?.. it hurt.. but she was far to prideful to admit it.. perhaps he was right.. perhaps she had growing up to do.. she wasn’t near as old as he was.. she hadn’t been around as long.. she didn’t know any different .. than what she was doing.. than how she was living.. so more often that not she just ended up horribly confused..she relented on her pushing him away when she felt the shift in the surroundings.. she clung to him then like a child would.. her knuckles white from the fierce grip..from the strangle hold she had upon his arms.. his shoulder.. her lids remained half closed even after they seemed to still.. the silence around them was almost deafening.. so much static.. screaming could be heard in the distance.. they were clearly stuck between worlds.. in a void.. a ‘middle ground’.. somewhere between Naggaroth and the Chaos Wastes.. her head tilted as she listened.. hearing the black guard arguing with the Slaanesh cult followers.. over her no less.. oh her head ached.. her heart ached.. her soul ached.. she had pretty much had a gutful by this stage.. what an awful.. awful day.. her head tilted against his chest a little as she began to hear his voice.. little more than a whisper.. and a little hard to hear over the static.. given a few short moments she figured a way to focus upon it.. upon the sound of his voice and to block out the static and arguing.. he explained to her what had occurred.. the why’s of it all.. that what he had done wasn’t how it all appeared.. that there was reasoning behind every single step.. her brows furrowed.. she looked terribly confused.. pained.. perhaps even guilt ridden.. she swallowed.. her breath hitched a few times.. he was being forthright with her than he.. had ever been before.. and she could tell.. from his tone.. from his sincere choice of wording that.. it was genuine.. it was.. honourable.. her heart just sank there in her chest.. beating so shallow.. doing little more than a slow hard throb every so often..- .. I.... she hesitated.. her voice crackled again.. that strength that had come from being joined with the deamonettes was once more.. gone..- .. I.. .. she swallowed.. her voice like his was dropped to a whisper.. she didn’t want to gain any attention from the arguing parties.. not just yet- .. I couldn’t hate you.. . her lids closed over.. she clenched them tight for a moment.. she felt ill.. that wave of emotion in her was hurting.. and she hated it.. she loathed it..her body as a whole trembled there within his arms before her small hand found his.. her perfectly pale fingers curled .. intertwining before she would wriggle out of his hold.. feeling him gentle lower her down till her bare feet pressed against the flooring.. - .. I.. can certainly try.. .. it was really all she could promise.. a lot of her tenacity a lot of her.. spunk had been beaten out of her.. she was feeling perhaps a little empty.. even after all he had just told her.. but.. she knew he was right.. she had to try at least.. she’d give him that much-
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
: .. he had to know precisely just what his touches .. his voice.. his bodies proximity was doing to her.. her lips parted.. a quiet breath sounded in response to his voice vibrating against her bared flesh.. and it did just that.. it caused her jaw to pain.. her ears to twitch.. her toes to curl.. her fingers to flex.. something as simple as him speaking was having quite a profound effect on her person.. more so than she had felt before.. she had been topped before.. that was nothing knew.. but this.. this was something different.. a little further left of centre.. he had sunk his claws in so deeply there would be no easy retrieval.. those half closed lids would soon flutter closed completely.. feeling his warm soft lips and teeth nipping against her skin.. just playful really.. nothing more to arouse.. to.. taunt her a little.. she exhaled when he spoke on rewarding her.. as if she had been holding her breath up until then.. though she hadn’t been.. it was abrupt.. it was purposeful.. and when he curled his thick fingers inward to gain a hold upon her breast she whimpered.. her head rocked back a little.. finding his shoulder there.. she enjoyed that touch.. that hold against her until he released.. until he let his hand fall.. to wander down.. her own tumbled back to rest there against her side.. just dangling beneath the waters surface.. he would notice her body stiffen considerably the moment his large hand slid down to cup against her mons.. just holding her there.. not taunting her.. not teasing her.. she’d feel his strength when he pulled her back to press against his body.. he’d feel her submission in her lack of resistance.. his hand upon her throat caused her to elongate her neck that little bit further.. her lips parted wider when his teeth sunk into her shoulder.. she cried out.. arching her upper body outward.. she trembled when he released to speak.. to explain .. to tell her that he did indeed return for her.. and had she forgotten?.. she whined softly.. the striking flutter of pain from those teeth continued to make her tingle.. to make her shuddern.. a breath catching.. feeling his hand sliding up to rest there upon the flat of her perfectly pale stomach.. she sucked it inward in response.. the other hand drew away from her throat.. allowing her to swallow properly.. though his hold was never that strong to begin with.. sliding down over that supple soft sweet valley.. to find its way back between her thighs.. a pained expression crossed her features the moment that thick finger slipped between those slick wet lips of hers.. a whimper.. a murmur.. though it was his voice excruciatingly close to her ear that would make her moan.. his words.. his phrasing.. that velvety deep.. dark tone.. - .. yes Sir.. .. she whispered.. her voice crackling a little as her frame trembled in his hold.. - ..you did say I was yours.... she paused.. swallowing down a breath- .. I do have something of yours.. your child.. your..… she hesitated a moment- .. your son.. it grows inside the body that you own.. this body.. your body.. .. she bit down upon her healing lower lip.. feeling that hardened shaft of his growing back against her.. it was unmistakable really.. pressed so flush.. so tightly against those soft ass cheeks..now her next series of words.. her.. short little statement was indeed true.. but she had never uttered it.. not since she was pregnant with Ace.. it had never been spoken.. never falling from between her own soft little lips- .. Our child.. .. her lids clenched closed a little tighter.. she swallowed deeply once more.. it wasn’t that she was upset.. he’d managed to break her down to her base level.. to where she began as she is today.. from this point he would have a great deal of control if he worked carefully..if he chose his words carefully along with his actions.. she was a beacon of truth.. she didn’t dare lie.. and it wasn’t from fear..no.. it was quite the opposite- .. yes it matters.. .. her tongue dragged across her teeth.. her hips rocked just a little.. just enough to respond to those tormenting fingers of his.. feeling them brushing against her already sensitive and somewhat still raw bud.. without blood this area of hers wouldn’t heal quite as quickly as the rest of her.. the deeper abuse would require a little further work.. yet she didn’t cry out.. no.. for the pain she felt from him.. was different to say.. the pain she felt from Dravanos.. it was on a complete different level.. it was perhaps an odd predicament to be in really.. she knew he had a wife.. she knew he had children on the way.. she’d called him out on this numerous times when he denied he would return to her.. and yet he continued to do so.. he returned as she knew he would.. but here she was.. she had the opportunity to rub it right in his face.. to torment him with it.. to call him out on his bullshit.. and yet.. she was just crumbling under his touch.. she’d never given a damn about anyone elses health.. about anyone elses injuries.. and yet here she was.. clearly concerned for his- .. it matters to me..
(19:46:00 )
§Ċħŗįş§
°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He knew how to handle her right now, knowing that her body was still a bit broken, a little bruised and tender. His touch was masterful but light, tormenting but delicate. It was that fine line between pleasure and pain, easily tippable from one side to the other but he was maintaining that fragile balance between the two. Breaking her had been the easier part, he was very, very good at it, but putting her back together in a way that suited him… Ah, now that was going to be trickier… Did he want to break everything that was her, and remake her into his own personal image? Or did he want to leave her parts of herself, allow her to retain that core of herself that was her essence? That right there was the hardest part of all to decide on.. He himself wasn’t exactly at his most…stable… If anything he was a mess and a half and it went far past the wounds and the eye that had regrown dark as pitch and would take at least a month to look…normal. Plus on the ride from Ace’s house to here… He had a lot to think about… Too much perhaps, and he doubted if he would have the time to really figure it all out… There was the issue with Quinn and how he was going to handle their situation, how he was going to face her if he lived long enough to do it. He had tried so hard to be good for her, he had given all he had to it but he hadn’t been able to get rid of this darkness inside him. He loved Quinn, oh he loved her and he would never admit just how much to anyone but her. To everyone else, he pretended indifference, as if he didn’t care so that people wouldn’t put a target on her back. But deep down… even here, with Sydel right in front of him, wrapped up in his arms… He still loved her. Quinn was his light, those beautiful firey locks and emerald colored eyes, her sweet smile, her willingness to look past his darkness and try to find the good in him… It was killing him inside. He wasn’t good, he wasn’t honorable, he was a manipulative son of a bitch who really didn’t deserve her. At all. Sydel was more like him in this, that they couldn’t be with anyone, not really… They were dangerous people to love, because they destroyed it all no matter how much they tried not to. They were a poison, vile and vicious and they attacked everything they touched till it was nothing but a dead husk by the time they were done. Even together, both of them being what they were… they would in time destroy each other as well. One of them would eventually tip the scales too much in the other, ruin them, killing them. The sad fact of the matter was that they were attracted to each other for that simple fact alone. It wasn’t because they loved each other, not because they were so utterly wrapped up in the pretty outside package, it was the fact that they responded to that evil in one another. Like meets like and there is no resisting it, no fighting against that pull, no light strong enough in the world that could survive in that darkness. He was doomed to hurt Quinn as he was, and in truth… If he were to be completely honest with himself, he had never planned on her being anything other than a convenience. He had wanted to fuck her as soon as he saw her, that red hair of hers drew him in like a lodestone, and her innocence was such a strong temptation that he had nearly popped out of his skin to have it. When he had had her, she had been so sweet, such an opposite to the white witch against him. Did he love his wife? Yes. Did he love Sydel?.... No. he had thought long and hard about it over the last couple of days, and if he was honest with himself, truly honest, the answer was in the negative. The problem with it all, was that he was outrageously attracted to her, like an addiction, like opium. He was as badly hooked on her as he had been on that damned drug and she had such a vicious pull on his senses that when he was with her, he was high, and when he was away he was suffering from withdrawal. He would wait and wait and wait, fighting against it as much as he could, but the craving would win out and he would go to her again. Each time he caved in was another slash to his soul, carving out another huge chunk till he knew there was just a sliver of it left, just a tiny little shard of light left. The time was closing… He had precious little left. He looked down at the precious little porcelain doll in his arms, the way her skin shivered and shifted beneath his lips, the gentle nipping of his teeth. Careful, careful, a delicate mastery…*”Correct… You are mine, body, heart, and soul… I can’t leave something like that behind, now can I?... You’re quite Precious to me pet… quite Valuable…”*Delicate words…delicate strokes… Was he submitting to her? Oh no, not at all… It was the same masterful hand, just cloaked in a velveteen glove. That was the key to true mastery right there, the knowledge when to deliver a brutal blow, and when to follow up with a delicate caress. His hands over her womb, cupping that flat surface that would grow with his child, their child, his hands protective of that delicate space there, cradling. No matter how bad he was, he was a sucker for kids… Always would be. Even when he had dominated her, broken her down, he had never once disrespected her. Women brought life into this world, they were the only ones who could do it, and they deserved, commanded respect for that. Would he let her being the mother of his child control him? Fuck no. He would always be her Master, no one controlled or dominated him, wrapped him around their finger. But respect? Admiration? Compassion? Yes. His hands continued to stroke her lightly there as she called it ‘our child’, not fully aware of what it cost her to say that, but liking it all the same. He showed his pleasure when his hand dipped down to lightly stroke her, parting those sweet netherlips to his embrace, to the soothing heat of the water.*”Yes, Our baby Sydel… I’m going to love watching you grow… I find your body seductive, but you’ll drive me mad the bigger you get… A woman with child is by far…. the most outrageously sensual…sexy…stimulating thing I can imagine… I’ll fuck you often… daily really… I won’t be able to resist you…”*He would continue those delicate strokes, the feather light touches that were more torment, more of a tease. He wanted her aroused, but not enough to get her truly hot. Rather, to make her flirt with the edge of it, not giving her enough, just enough to drive her batty. When she wiggled against him, his diamond hard cock pressing full and thick against her ass made him buck against her, just a touch, enough to bring to mind how it felt when he had himself buried balls deep in her. She sounded so concerned about his wellbeing, that it mattered to her that he was injured.*”There’s nothing to be done about it Pet, My time is up… I just wanted to spend my last minutes with you…”
(21:10:40 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
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says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He knew it… all of it. Wasn’t that what he always said though, before and after he died… He was always three steps ahead of the world, whether or not he acted in it was something he decided, but it never changed the fact that nothing was unknown to him. Sometimes he chose to feign ignorance, to work the emotions and thoughts of others as he chose, as it suited his purpose and his desires. He had enjoyed being dead… It had allowed him to get to know someone that… well… She suited him. The fact was that the events that had lead up to his death had made him grow up… When he had to kill Sydel, it had killed a part of him on the inside, destroyed something in him that he hadn’t known was a part of her. Loosing Athena as well… Knowing that no matter how much he loved her, she could never love him back… That had hurt more than he could say. Both of them, these two women had mastered his life, tormented him awake or asleep. It hadn’t mattered what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he had never gotten the one thing he wanted from them, needed. He had only wanted love, to raise a family, to have someone care for him, and never once had he had that. If anything, he had been no more than a passing entertainment, a play thing, something to whittle away the time with. They had both hurt him deeply, though at least one of them had given him something he wanted, something he needed to have. It had come at such a high price though, a bitter sweet to it that had burned him to the core. Because of that he had no choice to do what he was doing now… He had had enough… He had enjoyed death, the freedom from pain and worry, the simple… loss of responsibility. He had done well in his death, he had freed both women and himself in the process, left them with that they needed… He had felt no regret, nor remorse when he had stumbled upon her… He had found her…enchanting… Not complex or demanding, but open…honest… Simple… There was a freshness about her that he had been drawn to, almost inexplicably. They had spent months together on and off, talking about nothing in general, simply enjoying the act of talking for what it was. He could have spent forever like that with her, but he hadn’t been given that option. He had been called forward, back into the realm of life as it were, and damn near against his will. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Aysil had been there, he would have denied the calling and gone right back to her… But no… Aysil was his daughter, his sweet baby girl and the only one he would die for again if he had to. He knew Sydel was pregnant with his child, but he couldn’t sum up any real…compassion…or emotion about it. He knew what he had to do…what he was going to do. He had thought, honestly, that she had grown up, that she had changed, learned to finally love without him there in her life to take care of her. What a laugh. The joke was on him that time and he had found out all too soon from watching her just what a damned lie that was. She hadn’t missed him because she cared about him… She missed him because she was bored. She wanted her favorite shiny toy, her hunting partner, her Mr. Fix it. Not him, not for who he was, just for what he did for her. The shit she pulled with his friend… That had HURT. Fucking hell that had wounded him deeply, very deeply. He always knew she fucked around, it was in her nature, or at least he had always figured it was. He let her do her little thing, have her little flavor flings on the side and never batted an eye… But Chris… Nooo… Chris stirred something in her that he had never seen before, he saw the way she suddenly shifted, she changed, she became not addicted… No… Damn that black hearted bitch, she had fallen for his best friend, his only friend. In all rights, he should have killed them both, just snuffed them out like a god damned candle but he didn’t. She had asked him not to… To show compassion and understanding. She was his leveler… She calmed him in ways that no one else did… Was it any wonder he missed her? Rather than kill them, he decided to fulfill his promise he had made to Chris fourteen years ago… Neither one of them deserved what he was going to do, they had no right to his compassion, nor his tender sided nature. If anything, they owed their lives to her… And neither of them would ever know it. It was enough to make him spit to the side, looking at that body in the mirror. He was done with it now… After all, this was just the spare… and it would be given a new use within a few hours. It would take on a new shape, a new form to fit the new soul… His true body was ready, waiting there in his bed… Handsome thing it was, so very true to who he was… He was born a blond after all, with blue eyes to boot… Might as well stick to what his Mother had given him… Well, in truth, it was his father he took after look wise, but it didn’t matter… He simply had to lay next to it, and it would be done, simple as pie. He had dressed it in the nicest suit that could be made here, tailored within a hairs breadth of perfection, black Super 220 merino wool that in modern times, combined with the exquisite detail and tailoring would be downright fucking obscene… Well over twelve grand easily, and that was with the simple, clean cut lines of the suit and without all the flares and foppery. A clean cut, glass button white shirt made of the finest silk with a matching thin black tie that drew attention to his chest and broad shoulders. Tight fitted slacks with just the right amount of flare set on his long, well-muscled legs and a set of matte black leather shoes completed the outfit. It was time to go… He laid down on that bed, arm to arm, hip to hip, and closed his eyes. A bit of a wiggle, a bit of effort, after all it was a LOT of power and memories to shift over… about a half hour, no more, and he was done. The new body sat up, stretched, relished the feel of that silk against his bare chest, the sound of the super fine material moving, shifting on his frame. He stood, moved over to that table where the mirror sat, and took a look at his new face. Not too bad… A brushing of gold colored stubble, a wicked sexy smile, and big blue eyes with a super thick head of wheat gold hair… Very nice… Straightening, he ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it back off of his forehead and straightened that jacket on his frame. Was he going to walk? Fuck that noise. Why walk, why use a mortal conveyance, when he could wrinkle? After a quick check up on that twisted little couple in the pool, it was the right time anyways… Chris was never stupid, he knew his time was up… He had held out longer than he had expected though…*
(21:10:57 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
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: Sy)*In less than a second, he was there by that little pool, his hands about Chris’s head, one over his temple, the other on his jaw, each on opposing sides. Sydel would have been able to feel him the moment he wrinkled in, and he wasn’t bothering to hide his power anymore, to keep all that delicious darkness hidden inside anymore. He had accepted his nature, a cross between his mothers and his fathers, and it was terrifying without the dampers on it. His voice was low, deep, seductive… No accent to it now, yet somehow it made it all the sexier, more mysterious for it. Damn but that voice compelled!*”Time’s up Chris… You’ve said your goodbyes… Now I say mine to you… Goodbye, Old Friend, things will be better next time around…”*With that, his hands on Chris’s head… A rapid movement, too fast to really follow well.. a loud high pitched snap, POP POP POP… Silence… That body behind her was suddenly lax, hands dropping to the side, breath stilled…. Silence… That utter still silence that comes only with death… He rose then, releasing his head as he stood, letting it fall, slide down sideways into that hot water. He looked then over at Sydel who was most likely about to lose her shit or go completely insane… He fixed her with those sky blue eyes of his, silencing her with the force he expelled.*”I can’t expect you to understand… I’m sure you think this is because of you, that I’m all… In a rage over you betraying me… Normally, I would have… But I’m beyond caring. You play your games Sydel…and I play mine… The difference is the games we play…”*He pulled the tails of his jacket down, laying it perfectly across that well-muscled chest as he did so.*”I’ve outgrown your petty games… your lies… your betrayals… I’m done… I came back for you, I thought you were ready… But you just wanted your shiny toy back…*
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”I’ll come back for my child when it’s born… What you do with Chris’s baby…is up to you… I’m taking Aysil with me as well… You’ve made your bed, now you have to sleep in it… But for the sake of the years we’ve spent together, and for the child you bore me, and will bear me… I will answer you any question you have…. Just one… Then I am gone.”
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
: ..her head remained slightly tilted back.. feeling those touches.. those delicate caresses.. his words only confirming what her mind had already settled upon.. that she was his.. her body, her heart, her soul.. even though such words couldn’t be so easily uttered by her.. it was as clear as day.. her lids fluttered closed.. an almost soft whimper sounding in response to the fondling.. to the caressing across the flat of her stomach.. each of this touches simply made her tremble.. he would have felt it.. she was far to easily manipulated and guided in this state.. she was as she appeared to everyone.. a doll.. a porcelain skinned flawless beauty.. and she was his.. to be lead down whichever merry path he so desired.. she heard him explain his desire for.. well.. a pregnant woman.. how he found the rounded shape outrageously sensual.. the bucking into her though.. that made her breath audibly catch.. she bit down into her lower lip and a murmur sounded.. his final sentence though.. that caused her lids to snap open.. her gaze to shift a little as if looking erratically from left.. to right.. - .. mm?.... she would question- .. I.... hesitation.. she knew she had to be careful with her choice of words.. her choice of phrasing.. - .. I don’t understand.. .. her brows furrowed..- .. you’re time is up ….. she blinked then and her shoulders sunk.. her body stiffened considerably.. Oh she knew.. she knew full well what had just occurred.. she felt the shift.. the change in the air.. the place drew eerily silent.. that is until her breath caught once more.. she swallowed it down.. that precious little dark heart of hers seized up within the confines of her chest.. confusion was evident upon her features.. she didn’t know what to do.. she was honestly at a complete loss..the voice struck her like a brick wall.. deeper.. a little darker than she remembered.. but it was his all the same.. unmistakable really.. her lids fell down.. colliding with each other as she heard his sentence.. and then that crack.. that was indisputable… quite clear indeed.. she’d heard it before.. she’d felt it before.. she’d committed it before.. and yet she wasn’t reacting.. she just remained standing there.. her back still to him at this point.. she heard the body hit the water.. the ripples were felt as they lapped against her legs.. against her side.. her head tilted then.. to the side just a little.. she watched Chris slowly sink down into the heated depths.. the water his grave.. his final embrace.. he was nattering on about something behind her.. rambling.. she wasn’t sure what about.. she had since tuned him out.. his voice coming at her as if it were within a tunnel somewhere.. echoing horribly making him impossible to understand.. she still wouldn’t turn to face him.. she just watched as Chris disappeared down into the murky depths.. before he was.. pretty much out of view.. perhaps she was in shock.. perhaps she wasn’t processing what was happening.. she remained there for a moment.. her hands rose from beneath the waters surface.. sliding back through those then tight little ringlets.. though as her fingers passed each one.. they’d flatten out.. all the way to the very end till ever single ivory lock was as straight as a nail.. resting slick against her shoulders.. against her back.. she turned.. glancing over her shoulder toward him.. that frosted gaze regarded him for a moment.. lingering there as a droplet tumbled down from those long coal coloured lashes.. tear? Or water from the pond?.. - .. perhaps you’re right.. .. would be all she’d say.. her voice a little.. crackled.. a little broken.. her arms crossed about her chest.. she’d turn then.. making her way around him.. her gaze having left his figure.. she’d reach that warm sandy bank.. crouching to gain a hold upon her cloak.. drawing it about her petite naked frame.. the slight ringing of the bell sounding from within its pocket.. just what had occurred here.. so far as she was concerned.. she’d lost.. again.. could she possibly ever admit that she had fallen for Chris?.. possibly not.. but deep down.. she knew.. she knew what she was feeling.. possibly it was for the best though.. afterall had of she known those feelings weren’t really reciprocated.. well.. were it even possible to break someone further than they already were?.. he’d dropped her to her base level.. a place she hadn’t been since her child died.. a place that.. when Khorn and the black guard got their hands upon her.. turned her into what she is today.. it all depended on guidance.. on manipulation.. but killing him.. made something in her snap.. just like the sound of his neck.. she stood there upon the sandy bank.. digging her toes into its surface.. feeling its heat.. her body trembled a little as the wind caught it.. brushing across those flawless long legs of hers.. -.. I do play my games.. .. she whispered..- .. you’re so smart.. you know.. everything Nautilous.. .. her chalky gaze lifted.. her head tilting to the side.. she watched him.. in all his outlandish glory.. she found it funny really.. that he was going to throw back to a lot closer version of what he was.. when he was coming to make sure to ..well knock her off the ledge- ..You know me.. so well.. .. she nodded.. if he moved to approach her.. her hand would shift outward.. palm up to express her desire for him not to come within a mere inch of her. .. something would change then.. a shift in the energy levels around the general area.. it felt .. thicker.. enough to make the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.. her skin rippled.. her body was beginning to process the shock.. and it was audibly recognizable.. her breath kept catching there.. he would have had to have felt the rocking of her heart.. she suddenly felt quite nauseous - ..But do you know what.. .. she dragged her tongue across her lower lip- .. FUCK YOU AND YOUR ONE QUESTION.. .. she growled.. her brows narrowed considerably.. that voice of hers.. the crackle.. the broken.. shattered pitch was gone.. replaced with something a lot darker.. a lot deeper.. he wasn’t the only one who could play the change me trick- .. Fuck you.. How dare you.. HOW DARE YOU.. .. she screamed.. spitting out each word at him as if they were venom laced- ..Do you want to talk to me about Betrayal?.. You DARE talk to me about lies and games?.. FUCK YOU.. .. she growled.. almost baring her teeth- .. I never wanted any fucking shiny toy.. I never wanted you to come back to get my own fucking kinks.. You don’t think I could do that on my own?.. Are you serious?.. Wow.. thankyou for letting me know how fucking highly you think of me.. After all this time.. its wonderful to know the god damn truth.. .. she tugged that cloak a little bit tighter- .
(06:39:42 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
: >..I loved you.. I Fucking Loved you.. .. she spat it out.. and it was something that she could have never said so easily.. in fact she never uttered the word love or its extensions to anyone.. Ever.. - .. I was in love with you.. .. those bloodless orbs of hers widened- .. You.. Not this.. .. she motioned to him with a quick wave of her hand- .. I don’t know what you are.. or who you are.. or who you were when you returned.. but you were NOT Nautilous.. You were not the Nautilous I knew.. You were NOT the Nautilous I loved.. Fuck no.. .. she growled- .. and if you are going to stand here and tell me that you haven’t changed.. then you have been a fucking lie the entire time we have been together.. Don’t you DARE talk to me about lies and betrayal.. Ever.. EVER.. .. the frown on her face would have sliced through glass if it were an option- .. You want to talk about betrayal.. How about what You did in that field.. do you remember?.. Would You like a fucking refresher course?!? What You forced me to do.. .. she screamed every single poison filled word- .. You want Aysil.. take her.. Go for it.. Be my fucking guest.. but don’t you Ever.. EVER say I only thought of you as a fucking shiny toy.. You Fucking Useless Self righteous Son Of A Bitch.. .. You think you’re done?.. .. she shook her head.. she was unbelievably angry.. and she had only ever been this angry once before.. and that was in that field on that one fateful night.. this was just.. the icing on the cake.. more so when Chris’s body floated back to the surface and kind of bobbed a little there..- .. Do what you like Nautilous.. You fucking will anyway.. I can be certain you’ve already lined up your next conquest.. far be it for you to ever fucking remain on your Own for any extended period of time.. So Fucking Needy.. .. she growled.. that icy gaze of hers.. those nearly completely clear irises suddenly rolled back.. and that shift that was felt earlier.. that rich.. dark little energy at play flooded the area once again.. this time though it showed itself..three young women.. three young raven haired Daemonette’s came into play.. shimmering.. their figures as w hole seemingly having trouble anchoring upon the surface world.. clearly agents for Slaanesh.. one stood behind Sydel.. and the other two upon either side.. their hands coming down to rest upon her shoulders.. they were the strength for her to speak.. the backbone Chris had broken.. they wore very little in truth.. their armor seemed to snake around their lithe little bodies.. astonishingly beautiful really.. and the trio eyed him like he was their own personal breakfast.. one of them shot him a wink.. another clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.. the third her voice would ring out..like a siren.. the charisma.. the power behind it unmistakable - .. Back off.. You’ve said your piece.. What are you looking for? A fucking reward? Useless toe rag that’s all you are.. a pretty one by all means but.. useless.. We witnessed that last bedding session you had with our sister.. .. the raven haired beauty motioned back toward Sydel.. who’s head had dipped forward- .. it was some fine entertainment really.. good value.. but horrifically short.. shame.. we thought you had potential.. clearly not.. the seed.. .. she shrugged her shoulders- .. planted.. those are easily destroyed.. all three of them.. blink of an eye and they’l be little more than a puddle of blood at her feet... the trio all laughed together then.. it was horrible really that such a sweet sing song sound could come from such dangerously evil women.. their laughter however would fall short when the energy shifted in the area once more.. it grew heavy upon everyones shoulders.. before stepping out of the shadows on the opposite side of the pond.. another trio.. this time the black guard.. their features completely shrouded in shadow.. clothed in robes of shocking black and blood red.. the deamonettes stiffened.. almost hissing in response knowing full well they wouldn’t be able to compete against such hierarchy.. if perhaps their god had send the Daemon princes.. or even a horde perhaps.. but the three of them on their own.. they knew better.. the Black guard stepped forward.. in unison.. with an almost frightening military precision.. their boots thumping against the hardened soil beneath.. shadows and smoke licked about their clothing.. the one in front lifted his arm.. the length of black onyx tumbled from his fingers.. forming into a full length staff.. its end curving into the sigil Nautilous and Sydel would know well.. the deamonettes released their hold upon Sydels body.. she soon just dropped.. falling to her knees.. though her eyes would open the moment she was released.. hands planting palm down upon the sandy soil.. the Black guard slammed that staff into the ground.. the soil creaking.. cracking.. splitting wide.. before the world around them.. Sydel, Nautilous and the Black guard would seemingly melt away.. the Deamonettes vanished.. that blood curdling scream heard as they didn’t seem to vanish quickly enough.. The Black guard managing to gain a grasp upon their shifting signals.. their anchors.. holding them as they travelled.. the pressure was excruciating.. and then it would all come to a sudden .. rather violent stop.. the group were left then.. in a wide opening.. a little lightness.. a little dark.. they hadn’t reached the chambers of the guard.. something stopped them.. something halted their journey.. it would be then that on either side of the ‘room’ as it were.. they would be joined.. two members of the hierarchy of the Khorn governance.. and two of the younger Slaanesh cult.. clothed considerably differently.. the four of them didn’t even look to Sydel or to Nautilous.. they kept their eyes upon each other.. voices would ring out.. over just who was going to be able to lay a claim upon the young elfs body and soul.. Khorns argument was that she was a cold blooded killer.. Slaanesh’s argument was that sex was her weapon.. the children however.. that was where things were about to get ugly.. -
(07:26:25 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
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says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *In truth, he had expected her rage, her anger, her hatred. He fully expected, and waited for it. What he had not expected was her true reaction… Oh rage and hate were all good things, things he fully planned on seeing, on feeling from her. After all, what was there to be from her if not that? He had killed her lover, snapped his neck cleanly while he sat there with her in that hot springs, two cute little birds in a pond. She had no idea…just what he was trying to do… For both of them. She had no idea what it was costing him to sever those ties that had run so deep for so long there were like the fibrous tissue of his muscles, the tendons that held his frame up. What else could he do, but get her angry? Let he cauterize it, let it burn through her, cleanse her as it ran it’s course. Her silence though…that meek acceptance at the first… That had not been expected, it was a foreseen possibility, but not something he ever expected to actually witness. Chris had meant more to her than he thought… Even more reason he had to do it, ever another mark towards his black little soul, another notch in the world of women who hated him with good cause. If he was good at one thing, just one thing he did perfectly, flawlessly…. It was destroy women. He had as many broken hearts behind him as one could see broken skulls under Khorn’s throne. Hell, he had made a fucking CAREER out of it, his entire fortune off of manipulating women. Then that pulse beat…just barely there, not visible to anyone but them… His gaze narrowed viciously then, and he had hoped, flirted with the idea that it wasn’t what he thought it was… He could see her loosing that numb shell though, and the fact he felt it right with that pulse beat… No… Let him be wrong… Let it be wrong… Don’t… Don’t throw the balance… Her words though… Well… Fucking Shit. She certainly didn’t make it easy to keep his temper under control did she? Then again, she had never given a damn about what she did, or the effects it had on him, or anyone else for that matter. He had to remain silent for a moment or two, to finish up the process, to gather, to store and save. Once he had it all though, oooooh… Silence? Fuck silence. Those blue eyes flashed that ember red she had known, that ever shifting patina of fire and flames, completely blanking out those baby blues.*”Are YOU fucking Kidding me?! Oh my GOD that is Rich, RICH coming from Khorns hellbitch! What the fuck did you think would happen, Sydel? I Fucking DIED. You know, ended my fucking LIFE so YOU could have one, free from all this fucking bullshit! I fucking LEFT because I didn’t WANT to hurt you! Do you think when I came back that I would be the same?! Did you fucking FORGET what sort of HELL I was going through before I fucking died? You can not, could never, fucking understand how HARD it is to live that long! I’m not so fucking lucky as the others of my kind who came in existence perfectly aligned and never having to fight to find a damn source! You never, EVER knew me Sydel! Never! That blond boy? That nice whore who sold himself for gold? What did you do to him, did you forget? You fucking BROKE me! You didn’t love me, you loved what you created! What do you expect me to do? Thank You for it?! Everything I EVER did to you, my dear Sydel, was what you brought on Yourself! I was ever only your creature, broken to you like a good dog, ever wanting to make you happy. The second I slipped that collar, you ran off to the next best thing. Did you ever even hesitate for a MOMENT, to think that you getting pregnant by my Best Fucking Friend would do to me? You want to know about love? What the FUCK would you know about love? You never loved me, you might have lusted after me, what I gave you, what I did for you, but I highly doubt you even known what love is. No… I take that back… You do now, but it isn’t with me. It was never with me. No, you love Chris… No, correct that, not Him. You love the Other him, that dark bastard who makes you look as clean as fresh fallen snow in comparison. You can’t love someone who is capable of loving you back… That’s Your curse, just as it is mine. I love you, even now, I’m doing something FOR you because I love you… You’re so damn wrapped up in yourself you can’t even see it. That’s the issue, Sydel, always ever the issue. When I was in love with you, you couldn’t give it back. I love you, I always will, but I’m not in love with you, not anymore… You killed that the second you crumbled and gave your heart to Chris. Kudos my dear… You’ve broken two men in your life, I only hope your next one keeps you fucking broken, would be the fate you earned.”*Fucking SHIT but she pissed him off!! Oh God there was just no level of the range of hatred she could bring from him. Usually she was much more deft about it, cultivating and crafting, channeling that hate to something she found amusing. She slipped up this time though, no, she had hit him in the only tender spot he had, and she was playing with a very, very dangerous thing. She didn’t have his love as a shield for her anymore, and he wasn’t above killing her again. When she mentioned the other woman, he had no reason to deny it.*
(07:26:35 )
ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
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says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: ”Are you really going to give me shit about that? Look at where you’re standing, and tell me if you got any right to truly judge me? You want me to say I’m sorry for what I did to you? I’m not. I love my child, OUR child Sydel, and I will NEVER fucking regret what I did. Do you forget what it COST me to get her?! If you think for even a second that I’d ever, ever feel even a sliver of regret for it, you’d be wasting your time. Your right though, I do have someone. I can honestly say too, that unlike you, I didn’t fuck around. I met her when I was dead, and we suit each other. She keeps me balanced unlike you, who constantly drives me to the darkness for your own shits and giggles. Athena didn’t work either, she was just as fucked up emotionally and alignment wise as I was. You don’t get it, and in all honesty… I don’t care. Some day you will, but you’re still too damn young… I keep waiting… Damn it Sydel, why didn’t you grow up? If you had just put all these damn hang ups, these damn hooks that hold you in the past away… It doesn’t matter anymore does it? You won’t grow up, no matter how much I give… And I’ve given you everything Sydel. I was full of gold ore, spilling over, and I spent every single fleck on you and you know what? I’m empty. I don’t have anything left I can spend on you Sydel, you used it all up. I will never love someone else, ever. All I ever had to love is in you, and everyone else knows their just getting a shell. Take pride in yourself Sydel, you broke me, you’ve broken me for a long….long time. But I won’t bend for you anymore. I’m sorry baby, but I can’t do it anymore, this world can’t handle it and I can’t keep throwing the alignments out of whack for you a moment longer.” *He shook his head, looking at her, those eyes once blazing had mellowed out, returning back to those intense sky blues. He loved her, and Foxxy was well aware of it. They we’re getting married and living together because it was something convenient for the both of them. There was no love there between the two of them, just a mutual understanding and need, a way to beat back the loneliness and satisfy each other’s needs. Foxxy would be a mother to Aysil and whatever child came from the night he and Sydel shared. He was about to tell her what he was doing for Chris…for her… His last gift, that last little sliver of his heart for her… Then…Well FUCK the god damed fucking Dog! He had hoped she had dropped that son of a bitch like a bad habit when she started to play with Chris, but it hadn’t worked well enough. She played with fire and now they were both going to have to feel the heat. Oh for fucks sake. His whole demeanor shifted, changed… His face slid into outlandishly handsome lines, but the power coming off of him didn’t abate, it grew. Even all the cockiness from those three Cunt Commando’s couldn’t compare to what he was holding in on a very…very tight leash. Their words caused him to smile, a smooth movement of those full lips… Sydel would know it for the warning it was, but Slaanesh’s bitches had no idea what sort of fire they were playing with.*”Awww… aren’t the three of you just precious… Couple of Whorenado’s trying to poke fun at me, well, by all means, have at it… I’ll even give you the first shot… If you dare… But I would be careful… I don’t give a damn about two of the kids she’s carrying…but fuck with mine… Well, you won’t live to regret it… There are many different places I can send all three of you, and not a one of them are the Chaos you call home… Perhaps the Void… Send you along as a snack To She Who’s Name Must Not Be Mentioned, perhaps? You probably know her as the Primordial turned Neverborn… You know… The class of Beings that Created your beloved Slaanesh and all the other Chaos Gods…”*He was ready to take them all on, he would be damned if he lost Sydel to them… He didn’t care that he was leaving her, it was for the best, for both of them, but he wouldn’t let her go there… She’d been through enough, and the hell she would find there would be more than she deserved. Before he knew it though, Khorn’s guard were there, and he couldn’t help the smirk on his face. He even winked at the little bitches then before blowing them a kiss.*”Oh look, family arrived…”*When they vanished, he lept forward, picking Sydel up and cradling her against that big chest she would know all too well. She might even catch the scent of sandalwood, sweet and musky on his skin. He held her tight as the ground caved in, fell in, sending them all down to his home away from home. He had to say…there were benefits sometimes like today. When he had died, he had fully contracted himself to Khorn, not just on a part time basis, but for eternity. Why? Because of his alignment. Nautilous was true Chaotic Neutral, unpredictable, uncaring for one side or the other. Khorn wasn’t only about War, Khorn was about Balance. Unlike the other Chaotic Gods, Khorn’s reign was based on control, balance through war and blood, freedom through death and anguish. Truly, Nautilous hadn’t been able to fight his nature coming to the forefront with his death, he could only arrange things as best he could in that time so that he could exist without tipping the balance. It was part of the reason why Khorn had wanted him so bad in the first place, it was a contract of convenience that kept the entire Chaos in peace. He looked at Sydel there in his arms, cradling her against his chest as the two sides decided to duke it out over her soul. Why hadn’t she listened? So much could have been avoided… He looked down at her, whispering, silent, only she could hear or understand him, anyone else would at best, hear low mumbles.*”Sydel, I need you to listen to me… What’s more is I need you to trust me… I know that’s a tall order considering everything that just happened, but I’ve never been more serious with you in my life. Chris isn’t dead, I didn’t kill him, I just put him into a coma… I made a promise to him years ago at his request, that if he started to go full dark I would kill him before he lost his soul to Malal… That’s the god he serves, as we all must serve at some point. Right now up on the surface, Chris is alive but in a coma while I separate the chains of his god on him.
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ϕ₦ḁṷṭḯḷṓṷṩϕ
ᶲThis Old Love Has Me Bound but The New Love Cuts Deepᶲ
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says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: ” It won’t be easy, Chris has served Malal for over thirty years, the chains are deep. I have to create a whole soul, a new body for those chains to attach to or all is lost for him. I know you care for him Sydel…and I’m happy… I know what I said up there doesn’t seem to make sense now, but it’s true. I wanted you to hate me, to rage at me… I wanted to break clean with you so that when I left, you wouldn’t think about me anymore, except to hate me. I’ll always love you, and you know it too. This…is my last gift to you… It will take a while, making a soul isn’t easy, fooling Malal even less so... But when I am done, you will have Chris back… At least… You will have all the parts you love. He won’t look the same though, for that I am sorry, but I can’t do anything about it. The soul will decide the look, but I doubt it will be…unappealing to you… I didn’t want you to find out about it like this, I wanted to wipe your memory of Chris, at least what he looked like, and leave you with the new one so you would be content and as happy as you possibly can be. Now I can’t do that because of all this… I need you balanced for me baby, I need you to fight with me on this because if you go with Slaanesh, you’ll lose Chris’s child, and I know you love it, even though you won’t deny it, I know… Fight for him Sydel… Fight for them… We can take care of the rest later, but right now, you need to stand next to me ok? To save you, and the kids… It’s going to take some fancy dancing… Think you’re up to it?”
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
says to ϕ₦ḁM: ..she could hear a great deal of what was going on when the deamonettes turned up to the party.. she could hear the interaction between the girls and with him.. the sharpened insults thrown.. the venom coated words..especially from his side..she felt the black guard arriving.. she didn’t see them.. she felt it.. the power shift.. change.. it was just like an energy pulse.. flooding her body with goosebumps.. she knew that feeling well.. she’d been in close proximity to them on numerous occasions.. this was no different.. when the deamonettes went to vanish and she began to tumble.. everything seemed to slow down.. as if she were moving in slow motion.. she fully expected to hit the ground.. she was waiting for it.. waiting for the impact that.. didn’t seem to happen.. she was scooped up then by someone.. or something.. cradled against their chest.. it would take her a moment.. or two before realisation would strike her.. he had caught her when they let her go.. his scent.. that sandalwood..so sweet and musky.. it registered on her senses quite quickly telling her just who it was.. she pressed her palms to his chest then.. as if trying in vain to push him away.. to get him to put her down.. she didn’t want to be held.. she didn’t want to be helped by him.. but her efforts were in vain.. she hadn’t the strength to do it.. and really the drive wasn’t there either.. everything she had said.. was honest.. every bit of it was indeed truth.. so far as she was concerned.. but it was a truth that was held under lock and key deep down within her.. only brought bubbling to the surface by one of the deamonettes ..having forced her tongue.. to give her the backbone she required.. sure.. if she was herself she would have argued the point.. she would have gotten under his skin and been quite sneaky about it indeed.. but she would have done it very differently.. she knew Nautilous better than most.. she knew his pressure points.. she knew what to say and what Not to say.. and the majority of what came out of her mouth in that short amount of time.. was what Not to say.. so his responses were more than apt.. and they stung her.. deeply.. like someone had taken a scorching hot blade and sliced right into her soul.. deeper than anyone had ever reached.. he was as honest as she.. he was also a lot more eloquent in his choices.. she played his bluff though.. when she said she figured he had someone else.. she didn’t actually think he did.. turn about was fair play though eh.. isn’t that how the saying goes?.. it hurt.. but she was far to prideful to admit it.. perhaps he was right.. perhaps she had growing up to do.. she wasn’t near as old as he was.. she hadn’t been around as long.. she didn’t know any different .. than what she was doing.. than how she was living.. so more often that not she just ended up horribly confused..she relented on her pushing him away when she felt the shift in the surroundings.. she clung to him then like a child would.. her knuckles white from the fierce grip..from the strangle hold she had upon his arms.. his shoulder.. her lids remained half closed even after they seemed to still.. the silence around them was almost deafening.. so much static.. screaming could be heard in the distance.. they were clearly stuck between worlds.. in a void.. a ‘middle ground’.. somewhere between Naggaroth and the Chaos Wastes.. her head tilted as she listened.. hearing the black guard arguing with the Slaanesh cult followers.. over her no less.. oh her head ached.. her heart ached.. her soul ached.. she had pretty much had a gutful by this stage.. what an awful.. awful day.. her head tilted against his chest a little as she began to hear his voice.. little more than a whisper.. and a little hard to hear over the static.. given a few short moments she figured a way to focus upon it.. upon the sound of his voice and to block out the static and arguing.. he explained to her what had occurred.. the why’s of it all.. that what he had done wasn’t how it all appeared.. that there was reasoning behind every single step.. her brows furrowed.. she looked terribly confused.. pained.. perhaps even guilt ridden.. she swallowed.. her breath hitched a few times.. he was being forthright with her than he.. had ever been before.. and she could tell.. from his tone.. from his sincere choice of wording that.. it was genuine.. it was.. honourable.. her heart just sank there in her chest.. beating so shallow.. doing little more than a slow hard throb every so often..- .. I.... she hesitated.. her voice crackled again.. that strength that had come from being joined with the deamonettes was once more.. gone..- .. I.. .. she swallowed.. her voice like his was dropped to a whisper.. she didn’t want to gain any attention from the arguing parties.. not just yet- .. I couldn’t hate you.. . her lids closed over.. she clenched them tight for a moment.. she felt ill.. that wave of emotion in her was hurting.. and she hated it.. she loathed it..her body as a whole trembled there within his arms before her small hand found his.. her perfectly pale fingers curled .. intertwining before she would wriggle out of his hold.. feeling him gentle lower her down till her bare feet pressed against the flooring.. - .. I.. can certainly try.. .. it was really all she could promise.. a lot of her tenacity a lot of her.. spunk had been beaten out of her.. she was feeling perhaps a little empty.. even after all he had just told her.. but.. she knew he was right.. she had to try at least.. she’d give him that much-