04-12-2018, 08:54 PM
The game was afoot in her mind as Hecate closed her docile blue eyes for a moment and when they re opened they had shifted to the dark pinkish red, the noticeable trait of the dark personality taking over. "Holy shit...." She said as she stood up and stretched her arms and brushed aside several of the ornate chess pieces.
Her gaze turned towards the boy who had seemingly fallen asleep again due to the overwhelming boredom caused by her other self. "Oy boy wake up." she said as she slammed her hand down onto the chess table jarring Yandere lover awake. "Oh? Am I boring you?" she asked with ire in her voice. "fine, let me show you something to make your blood run cold." She said with her sick smile, the thought of seeing crimson rivulets of life dripping from a wound made her body yearn as she thought about it.
Taking the boy by the arm she led him back into the bathhouse by the white marbles stairway, and down and down they went.
Upon reaching the classical inspired bathhouse Hecate continued walking along the wall leading the boy by the arm even now. She stepped on a small pressure place, hidden among the marble tiles, giving way to an opening before the pair of people. The white marble that had defined the very architecture of Fort Rothchild was redefined, as Black marble with red veins lit by torchlight became a new scene. This was Dark Hecate's inner sanctum, a place where she could unleash the horrific desires she harbored upon the people and things of the omniverse. Inside the smallish hallway there were no distinguishing things but the thick banded iron door at the end gave a whole new meaning to the term ominous. The door was admittedly ornate, however each detailed acid etching in the iron seemed to just bear nothing but dread. Carefully etched drops of blood seemed to flow freely from cuts, carved into the iron. Hecate's body gave a small shiver as her right hand gripped the twisted iron handle and pulled the heavy door open, even the sound of the hinges opening gave an eerie feel.
Yandere lover gulped at all of what he was seeing, his eyes not even fully adjusted to the new lighting.
"Welcome to my domain." Hecate said, the words rolling off her tongue like those of a lover whispering into her lover's ear. Yandere Lover's body felt a shiver down his spine. His eyes took in the "Domain" she had spoken of. It was a dungeon, and a frightening one at that, the walls held chains, shackles and other restraining tools. It seemed to Yandere lover that the place was where several of his fetish hentai's had been recorded. not that he would ever tell her such a thing....
The room had small grooves cut into the marble flooring leading to what appeared to be a large basin or tub. In the lighting Yandere lover couldn't make it out. Hecate smiled as she walked towards the center of the large hidden room, it was then noticeable that the dungeon floor sloped inwards ever so slightly towards that tub.
Hecate stepped down into it, taking several small steps showing it was large and deep enough for her to lay down quite comfortably into. She didn't say a word as she walked around showing off the different tools and items hanging on the walls or nestled neatly on the floor.
The glimmer in her eyes made Yandere Lover take a moment to clear his throat before speaking. "so.... what is all of this for?" He asked, hoping he was not to be the one to find out first hand.
“I am so glad you asked.” Hecate said with a wicked sing song voice. “This” She said as she pointed back towards the central tub. “Is where I plan to bathe in blood.” He smile widened as she watched the boy take an uncomfortable step backwards This was a little too much even for him. “Oh don't worry, you are not on the menu…. “ She said as she stepped towards him, making him back up into the wall, the sound of clinking chains startled the boy as they touched his back as he pressed against it.
Hecate halted her advance as she looked around her private palace within a palace, everything in this room was a tool of wickedness, and she loved each and every one as if it was her child. Her eyes turned towards the boy once more before she whispered in her silky voice again. “I want to go get some more of those elven girls…” She said as her tongue escaped her mouth, wetting her lips.
Yandere Lover didn't know what to say, or how to react. He had known she was a little crazy, that was why he had found her so damn attractive, but this was not what he expected from her. He had expected her to come out swinging her swords and cutting down any who would oppose her or threatened to take her away from him, her Senpai. Instead she was hungry.. No lusting for blood.
“Where would you expect to find them?” He asked as he looked for an excuse to derail her plan, He loved who she was but he was not going to partake in unwarranted murder like this. Not even that flea Warren Zimmer deserved something like this.
No He was her Senpai, and she his Waifu even if she didn't know it yet He was going to help her, He was strong, not only did he kill a prime, but he had made that very prime grovel at her feet like little more than a dog. He had already committed to her, he had told his mom he was not coming back, and he had no intention of going back, plus he was sure she could handle herself. Even if she had lost to a fairy.
Hecate watched the hesitation in the boy’s eyes fade away, “Good” She thought as she grabbed his wrist and headed back to the surface.
Her gaze turned towards the boy who had seemingly fallen asleep again due to the overwhelming boredom caused by her other self. "Oy boy wake up." she said as she slammed her hand down onto the chess table jarring Yandere lover awake. "Oh? Am I boring you?" she asked with ire in her voice. "fine, let me show you something to make your blood run cold." She said with her sick smile, the thought of seeing crimson rivulets of life dripping from a wound made her body yearn as she thought about it.
Taking the boy by the arm she led him back into the bathhouse by the white marbles stairway, and down and down they went.
Upon reaching the classical inspired bathhouse Hecate continued walking along the wall leading the boy by the arm even now. She stepped on a small pressure place, hidden among the marble tiles, giving way to an opening before the pair of people. The white marble that had defined the very architecture of Fort Rothchild was redefined, as Black marble with red veins lit by torchlight became a new scene. This was Dark Hecate's inner sanctum, a place where she could unleash the horrific desires she harbored upon the people and things of the omniverse. Inside the smallish hallway there were no distinguishing things but the thick banded iron door at the end gave a whole new meaning to the term ominous. The door was admittedly ornate, however each detailed acid etching in the iron seemed to just bear nothing but dread. Carefully etched drops of blood seemed to flow freely from cuts, carved into the iron. Hecate's body gave a small shiver as her right hand gripped the twisted iron handle and pulled the heavy door open, even the sound of the hinges opening gave an eerie feel.
Yandere lover gulped at all of what he was seeing, his eyes not even fully adjusted to the new lighting.
"Welcome to my domain." Hecate said, the words rolling off her tongue like those of a lover whispering into her lover's ear. Yandere Lover's body felt a shiver down his spine. His eyes took in the "Domain" she had spoken of. It was a dungeon, and a frightening one at that, the walls held chains, shackles and other restraining tools. It seemed to Yandere lover that the place was where several of his fetish hentai's had been recorded. not that he would ever tell her such a thing....
The room had small grooves cut into the marble flooring leading to what appeared to be a large basin or tub. In the lighting Yandere lover couldn't make it out. Hecate smiled as she walked towards the center of the large hidden room, it was then noticeable that the dungeon floor sloped inwards ever so slightly towards that tub.
Hecate stepped down into it, taking several small steps showing it was large and deep enough for her to lay down quite comfortably into. She didn't say a word as she walked around showing off the different tools and items hanging on the walls or nestled neatly on the floor.
The glimmer in her eyes made Yandere Lover take a moment to clear his throat before speaking. "so.... what is all of this for?" He asked, hoping he was not to be the one to find out first hand.
“I am so glad you asked.” Hecate said with a wicked sing song voice. “This” She said as she pointed back towards the central tub. “Is where I plan to bathe in blood.” He smile widened as she watched the boy take an uncomfortable step backwards This was a little too much even for him. “Oh don't worry, you are not on the menu…. “ She said as she stepped towards him, making him back up into the wall, the sound of clinking chains startled the boy as they touched his back as he pressed against it.
Hecate halted her advance as she looked around her private palace within a palace, everything in this room was a tool of wickedness, and she loved each and every one as if it was her child. Her eyes turned towards the boy once more before she whispered in her silky voice again. “I want to go get some more of those elven girls…” She said as her tongue escaped her mouth, wetting her lips.
Yandere Lover didn't know what to say, or how to react. He had known she was a little crazy, that was why he had found her so damn attractive, but this was not what he expected from her. He had expected her to come out swinging her swords and cutting down any who would oppose her or threatened to take her away from him, her Senpai. Instead she was hungry.. No lusting for blood.
“Where would you expect to find them?” He asked as he looked for an excuse to derail her plan, He loved who she was but he was not going to partake in unwarranted murder like this. Not even that flea Warren Zimmer deserved something like this.
No He was her Senpai, and she his Waifu even if she didn't know it yet He was going to help her, He was strong, not only did he kill a prime, but he had made that very prime grovel at her feet like little more than a dog. He had already committed to her, he had told his mom he was not coming back, and he had no intention of going back, plus he was sure she could handle herself. Even if she had lost to a fairy.
Hecate watched the hesitation in the boy’s eyes fade away, “Good” She thought as she grabbed his wrist and headed back to the surface.