12-05-2016, 01:17 AM
Walking into the dining room, Violet was met with the bemused smirk of her new master. He reclined in his fancy padded chair like a cat who just polished off an entire bowl of fresh, delicious meat, its belly contentedly full. His long, black hair fell in a glossy curtain around his bare shoulders, framing a lovely, equally beautiful chest. She couldn’t tell if he was wearing pants, but sitting there as he was, it was too hard to tell. Did he dine topless every night or was tonight just special? Must suck pretty hard if he spilled anything all over that unprotected flesh.
Sipping his red wine, he watched her with silent amusement. It was just him and she, yet the room felt so full. His energy, his very presence, filled the room with something almost tangible, almost choking in its viscosity. Warm and oh, so intimate, she glided through that energy like a hot knife towards the modestly set table. Only one seat was set, but there wasn’t any food to be seen. She was hungry as hell, and it felt like too much of a tease.
“Come, sit,” Nathaniel motioned towards the empty chair nearest him. “Dinner will be brought out shortly, but first, we’ll have a chat.”
Violet frowned. “You know I am much more sociable after I eat,” she replied, taking the proffered seat.
“My apologies, but we really do need to talk before we’re too distracted.”
Frowning harder, she slumped back into the seat, her arms crossing over her chest. “Okay, so talk.”
“Tomorrow night is going to be…how to put this delicately…”
“Don’t be delicate, just out with it.”
“It’s going to be shitty.”
“Well, no shit.”
“Ramses is going to challenge me. Do you understand what this will mean?” He sipped his drink, placing the half empty glass back on the crisp white linen cloth. He was so calm, so unaffected by the danger that that one sentence implied.
“If you lose, then…does that mean that I go back to him?”
“Along with everything I’ve worked hard to attain, yes.”
Violet nodded. “That cannot happen. I’ve been pretty transparent when it comes to my feelings about you, but I would rather you than him, to be perfectly fucking honest.”
“I appreciate your honesty, Violet. That’s one thing that I like about you, so brutally honest.”
“A girl tries, I guess.”
“But you are correct, we cannot let Ramses win this challenge,” Nathaniel continued. “His powerbase is already far too large, and many of the other masters are getting nervous. He threatens the balance we’ve had in place for a very long time, a balance that the Lord Diablo himself has tried to maintain. I speculate that Ramses is trying to build his base large enough to challenge him, and thus, take the throne of the Lord of the Underverse.”
“Diablo?”
“We do not talk about him often, except among the higher echelons of power here, and for a reason. Speaking his name evokes his attention, and I am almost sure he is aware of our conversation now.”
“Creepy,” Violet’s eyes flickered around the room, nervous. “Why would anyone want to take on such a powerful figure?”
“It’s almost futile to go against him. Ramses is insane, and has been for ages. No one dares speculate in front of him because they are afraid of what he would do.” Nathaniel swallowed another mouthful of wine. “He does have moments of rationality, but they are few and far between.”
“I figured he was just bipolar or something,” Violet muttered.
“Could be, but when he gets into his moods…well, they can get very, very ugly.”
Several silent moments passed between them before she finally cracked. “So what do we do?”
“Well, that’s the problem, I am unsure.”
“He’s a prime, so we can’t really kill him.”
“Irma also claimed to be a prime, but you quite succinctly disproved that lie.”
“I did, yes.” Violet stared off wondrously. “Perhaps if she was lying, so is he.”
“Who knows how many of us are actually primes?”
Violet looked at him. “Are you?”
Nathaniel smirked. “Perhaps.”
“Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” Vi responded with a smirk of her own.
“Let’s hope not,” his smirk faded quickly. “At least, when it comes to my own mortality, I would hope to figure that out another night. Our number one priority is destroying Ramses, one way or another, and securing his powerbase for ourselves.”
“Are you implying you’re willing to share this power with me? Since when do you share?” She crooked a brow skeptically.
“I told you that what is mine is now yours, and this goes for whatever power we gain together.”
“I still can’t help but feel there’s a catch somewhere.”
“There is,” Nathaniel’s face brightened. “You catch on quickly, no pun intended.”
“And that is?”
“We can combine our strength symbolically, and if needed, physically.”
“Elaborate.”
“It’s not unlike marriage, where everything that was ours separately becomes ours together. There is a ceremony with witnesses, a power exchange, and…a consummation.” Nathaniel said the last rather sheepishly, but there was a glimmer of hope deep in his icy blue eyes. The implication was so thinly veiled, he might as well have said “We’re going to fuck” instead of some flowery bullshit like “consummation”.
“Absolutely not.”
Her master frowned. “But we’ll be damn near invincible, Violet. He won’t be able to defeat us.”
“What, because we’d fuck a few times and suddenly we’re this all-powerful monstrosity steamrolling the most powerful beings in the Underverse? Do you really think that getting into my pants is that fucking important?”
“It’s much more than just sex, Violet. It’s the power exchange that occurs during release that’s the point. I don’t know of any other way to get to that point where the power is so unrestricted that it can be exchanged so freely.”
“Damn you, Nathaniel!” She pounded the table with her fist, the power rising within her had put a little more oomph than she intended, and the table protested accordingly.
“Is fucking me that distasteful to you?”
“Yes!” she cried. “Do you even understand all that shit you’ve put me through from the time I was a fucking teenager until now maybe just fucking MAYBE made me loathe everything about you? And now you’re suggesting I set all that aside and give myself to you in the most fucking intimate way possible just to secure a fucking powerbase?”
“I’ve apologized, Violet. I’ve freed you from one of the most cruel masters in this verse, and gave you everything I own. I’ve treated you like a fucking princess so far, and that’s still not enough?”
Her silence was anything but. Inside her raged an anger so hot that it began to emanate from her skin in crimson waves. She felt the power creep over her, consume her, and knew without having to look in a mirror that her eyes were a deep, bloody scarlet. “You can apologize every day for the rest of our lives and it still won’t be enough to erase the scars you’ve left on my mind. I remember who you were before being brought to this universe, and all the changes, all the presents, all the claims you can make about how you’ve changed, won’t change that.”
“I cannot take back what I’ve done, Violet. I’ve done some horrible things to you, but god damn it, I’m trying to make our future better. I’m trying to give you everything you deserve, even if we live in a literal hell. I’m fucking trying, damn it!”
A wind of her own power whipped around her as her anger rose. This was a conversation she didn’t want to be in, but knew was coming. That ‘one day’ was today, and there was no skulking away from it. Everything within her reeled against what he was suggesting, but somewhere deep inside, she begrudgingly knew that securing that power was important, not just for their survival, but for the survival of many more in the Underverse. Was fucking him really that difficult an act to put the safety of countless others in danger?
Her anger began to abate, and with it, the wind of her own energy. The crimson licks of her power subsided and she sat there in her chair, almost totally herself again. “I’ll think about it.”
Nathaniel looked at her. “If there is a way around it, then we’ll figure it out, but Violet, this is…I cannot even describe just how important this is. We have to do this by tomorrow. It’s very short notice-“
“Very.”
“-But it is necessary. I need you to decide before you leave this table. I’m sorry, but we have to do something before we leave for Ramses’ palace in the morning.”
She sighed, slumping in the chair. “Food will help.”
Nathaniel snapped his fingers, and three women emerged from the kitchen carrying platters of food. They set the table before her, piled high with a variety of dishes, more than she could ever hope to eat in one sitting.
Of all the shit she’s had to face over the last few days, at least the food was good.
Sipping his red wine, he watched her with silent amusement. It was just him and she, yet the room felt so full. His energy, his very presence, filled the room with something almost tangible, almost choking in its viscosity. Warm and oh, so intimate, she glided through that energy like a hot knife towards the modestly set table. Only one seat was set, but there wasn’t any food to be seen. She was hungry as hell, and it felt like too much of a tease.
“Come, sit,” Nathaniel motioned towards the empty chair nearest him. “Dinner will be brought out shortly, but first, we’ll have a chat.”
Violet frowned. “You know I am much more sociable after I eat,” she replied, taking the proffered seat.
“My apologies, but we really do need to talk before we’re too distracted.”
Frowning harder, she slumped back into the seat, her arms crossing over her chest. “Okay, so talk.”
“Tomorrow night is going to be…how to put this delicately…”
“Don’t be delicate, just out with it.”
“It’s going to be shitty.”
“Well, no shit.”
“Ramses is going to challenge me. Do you understand what this will mean?” He sipped his drink, placing the half empty glass back on the crisp white linen cloth. He was so calm, so unaffected by the danger that that one sentence implied.
“If you lose, then…does that mean that I go back to him?”
“Along with everything I’ve worked hard to attain, yes.”
Violet nodded. “That cannot happen. I’ve been pretty transparent when it comes to my feelings about you, but I would rather you than him, to be perfectly fucking honest.”
“I appreciate your honesty, Violet. That’s one thing that I like about you, so brutally honest.”
“A girl tries, I guess.”
“But you are correct, we cannot let Ramses win this challenge,” Nathaniel continued. “His powerbase is already far too large, and many of the other masters are getting nervous. He threatens the balance we’ve had in place for a very long time, a balance that the Lord Diablo himself has tried to maintain. I speculate that Ramses is trying to build his base large enough to challenge him, and thus, take the throne of the Lord of the Underverse.”
“Diablo?”
“We do not talk about him often, except among the higher echelons of power here, and for a reason. Speaking his name evokes his attention, and I am almost sure he is aware of our conversation now.”
“Creepy,” Violet’s eyes flickered around the room, nervous. “Why would anyone want to take on such a powerful figure?”
“It’s almost futile to go against him. Ramses is insane, and has been for ages. No one dares speculate in front of him because they are afraid of what he would do.” Nathaniel swallowed another mouthful of wine. “He does have moments of rationality, but they are few and far between.”
“I figured he was just bipolar or something,” Violet muttered.
“Could be, but when he gets into his moods…well, they can get very, very ugly.”
Several silent moments passed between them before she finally cracked. “So what do we do?”
“Well, that’s the problem, I am unsure.”
“He’s a prime, so we can’t really kill him.”
“Irma also claimed to be a prime, but you quite succinctly disproved that lie.”
“I did, yes.” Violet stared off wondrously. “Perhaps if she was lying, so is he.”
“Who knows how many of us are actually primes?”
Violet looked at him. “Are you?”
Nathaniel smirked. “Perhaps.”
“Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” Vi responded with a smirk of her own.
“Let’s hope not,” his smirk faded quickly. “At least, when it comes to my own mortality, I would hope to figure that out another night. Our number one priority is destroying Ramses, one way or another, and securing his powerbase for ourselves.”
“Are you implying you’re willing to share this power with me? Since when do you share?” She crooked a brow skeptically.
“I told you that what is mine is now yours, and this goes for whatever power we gain together.”
“I still can’t help but feel there’s a catch somewhere.”
“There is,” Nathaniel’s face brightened. “You catch on quickly, no pun intended.”
“And that is?”
“We can combine our strength symbolically, and if needed, physically.”
“Elaborate.”
“It’s not unlike marriage, where everything that was ours separately becomes ours together. There is a ceremony with witnesses, a power exchange, and…a consummation.” Nathaniel said the last rather sheepishly, but there was a glimmer of hope deep in his icy blue eyes. The implication was so thinly veiled, he might as well have said “We’re going to fuck” instead of some flowery bullshit like “consummation”.
“Absolutely not.”
Her master frowned. “But we’ll be damn near invincible, Violet. He won’t be able to defeat us.”
“What, because we’d fuck a few times and suddenly we’re this all-powerful monstrosity steamrolling the most powerful beings in the Underverse? Do you really think that getting into my pants is that fucking important?”
“It’s much more than just sex, Violet. It’s the power exchange that occurs during release that’s the point. I don’t know of any other way to get to that point where the power is so unrestricted that it can be exchanged so freely.”
“Damn you, Nathaniel!” She pounded the table with her fist, the power rising within her had put a little more oomph than she intended, and the table protested accordingly.
“Is fucking me that distasteful to you?”
“Yes!” she cried. “Do you even understand all that shit you’ve put me through from the time I was a fucking teenager until now maybe just fucking MAYBE made me loathe everything about you? And now you’re suggesting I set all that aside and give myself to you in the most fucking intimate way possible just to secure a fucking powerbase?”
“I’ve apologized, Violet. I’ve freed you from one of the most cruel masters in this verse, and gave you everything I own. I’ve treated you like a fucking princess so far, and that’s still not enough?”
Her silence was anything but. Inside her raged an anger so hot that it began to emanate from her skin in crimson waves. She felt the power creep over her, consume her, and knew without having to look in a mirror that her eyes were a deep, bloody scarlet. “You can apologize every day for the rest of our lives and it still won’t be enough to erase the scars you’ve left on my mind. I remember who you were before being brought to this universe, and all the changes, all the presents, all the claims you can make about how you’ve changed, won’t change that.”
“I cannot take back what I’ve done, Violet. I’ve done some horrible things to you, but god damn it, I’m trying to make our future better. I’m trying to give you everything you deserve, even if we live in a literal hell. I’m fucking trying, damn it!”
A wind of her own power whipped around her as her anger rose. This was a conversation she didn’t want to be in, but knew was coming. That ‘one day’ was today, and there was no skulking away from it. Everything within her reeled against what he was suggesting, but somewhere deep inside, she begrudgingly knew that securing that power was important, not just for their survival, but for the survival of many more in the Underverse. Was fucking him really that difficult an act to put the safety of countless others in danger?
Her anger began to abate, and with it, the wind of her own energy. The crimson licks of her power subsided and she sat there in her chair, almost totally herself again. “I’ll think about it.”
Nathaniel looked at her. “If there is a way around it, then we’ll figure it out, but Violet, this is…I cannot even describe just how important this is. We have to do this by tomorrow. It’s very short notice-“
“Very.”
“-But it is necessary. I need you to decide before you leave this table. I’m sorry, but we have to do something before we leave for Ramses’ palace in the morning.”
She sighed, slumping in the chair. “Food will help.”
Nathaniel snapped his fingers, and three women emerged from the kitchen carrying platters of food. They set the table before her, piled high with a variety of dishes, more than she could ever hope to eat in one sitting.
Of all the shit she’s had to face over the last few days, at least the food was good.
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