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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Wed Aug 23, 2017 1:24 pm



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[-Towering in the midst of the night the palace stood, a landmark that stood for centuries. Its gothic design remained a stark contrast to the historical buildings visible from all around it. Since the inception of the Queen of Demons, the very personification of madness, its appearance grew further warped. It's blackened walls housed the denizens of evil itself, home to the dark entities at the edges of humanity's history. It's visage, warped and twisted as it were, invoked feelings of anxiety, of heart thumping madness, of ominous calamity. What once stood as a symbol of British unification, was now a symbol of corruption, a reminder of the twisted perversion of what once was. It was home to Shadow Fall, the one true absolute.-]


It was just like the first time. It bore such a similar feeling, yet at the very heart of it Ceal knew it was inherently different. This feeling that rose up within her that time and now, they had something unique to each other. Then, she was hopeful. She was hopeful of what Shadow Fall could potentially represent. She sought the truth of it all at that time, she demanded to know the right of it. She wanted to understand it, to become intimate with what it meant. Her curiosity boiled to a point that finally lead her here that time, unaware of what could been in store for her. She wanted to meet the Queen, standing beside herself when that request was considered and fulfilled. At the time, she was so sure she knew what she wanted. She was unable to see it's inherent error, to fully grasp the reason why she knew not what that entailed. A terrible sort of irony could be a typical style of understatement. Indeed, as it were, that she had made the wrong decision. Yet even the regret that came from its realization began to subside, too, that part of her dying, being erased and replaced. A semblance of who she was being molded into something more of who she will be. A core part of herself changing even as it lay unknown to her. A change so subtle that one questions if it even exists, denying even the thought of it, the idea of it.

Yes, just like that first time, that warmth- No, to describe as such would be to undermind the severity of it. This burning in her chest dominated her senses, the terrible anxiety, this terrible anticipation racked her insides. So much had changed since then, yet so much also remained the same. It was a silly, ironic thought; but it was true nevertheless. Mana may have ravaged her, placed inside her the seed that would nurture the girl into a fully fleshed out tool, a weapon to be used at her whim, but Mana also put thought, put... feeling into it. No matter how twisted, perverted, or sick those feelings may have been, they changed the girl. For a person such as Ceal, one who'd fully believed her second chance at life should never have came, the attention she had been given was beyond the realm of dreams.

A world in which color was stripped had been replaced by the terribly inky black that was darkness.

It was a horribly beautiful scene. It was such a scene that only years ago, Ceal would have looked upon with idle fear. She would have strayed from that world, that life. She loved the colors of the world, the prismatic beauty in all things. She loved the world despite it's evil. She failed to understand how it happened, how she lost faith in that color, but it had to have happened somewhere along the way. How else could one explain the adoption of Mana's madness? Why would anyone who believed in those colors fall into the tar pit? We always start with the good intentions of the world. We start with those and yet, our path becomes stained with red as the march wounds us. We can look back and see the trouble, the terrible reality of the way of things. It does something to a person. No matter how pure one may be, or how strong their conviction, one thing was certain. No one was immune to the bitter trials and tribulations of life, of the dark reality we all live in.

As Ceal absently became lost in idle thought, she eventually found her way to a door. She was rather understandably shocked with herself that she could have been in such a deep thought she had not paid any mind to the demonic guards that walked these halls, or paid attention to the lavish adornments that decorated it's interior. All her recent memories had began to become hazy just after she entered into the main hall. It was a grand room of greeting, an open, high ceiling room with a colossal staircase in the epicenter of it. It was from this self same set of stairs that all the locations within could be reached, the one's Ceal had taken to reach the door she had come to.

Massive, hand crafted, the double doors of the Queen's chamber towered above the rest around her. They were so beautiful that one might have a hard time discerning if they were in fact real doors or not. They were doors that were satiated with the scent of Mana, the revered Queen of chaos and madness, incarnation of Eris, Goddess diety of discord. Her sickly beautiful aura radiated from the cracks along the door frame, such aura that Ceal was overtly sensitive too, being a legitimate slave of the Queen. Though, sometimes Ceal didn't see it that way. Mana had quickly grown into being that which Ceal revolved around. A person of such demanding presence that she gravitated around. In Ceal's imaginary inner world, her sun had begun to set forever. It had set before finally extinguishing itself forever. In a metaphorical sense, one could say it was mana who had replaced it, Eclipsing it with her on version, a sick corrupted form. A Black Sun. It spread a terrible light over that imaginary world, painting it in calamity, revealing the true nature of that world, but also revealing it's true beauty.

Hesitantly, Ceal grabbed at this door, opening it with one hand slowly. Despite preparing for it, the rush of Mana's residual aura still wafted over her, basking her in it's glorious filth. Such aura played chords upon Ceal's psyche, wrecking her mind just like any time before. It was just as bad as any other time, but Ceal knew it's effect on her now. She had long since decided to stop fighting it, allowing its madness to flow within and through her. Still, she had been surprised. She knew Mana was not here, but it felt like she was, or had left only seconds ago at the very least. The room was permeated in that selfsame aura that came from Mana's imminence.

With a start, she hurried into the room. She looked around, the room even more lavish than the rest of the palace, possibly combined. However, despite all of it's adornments, jewels and gems, the one gem -Mana- was nevertheless not here. Ceal knew that, she knew she was not here and yet- and yet she couldn't help but feel dissapointed. She knew that the Queen was terribly busy, and that was fine. It was fine but she couldn't help, or stop the powerful feelings she felt. Regardless, Ceal justified it was fine. It was fine just to be able to stay here, at least for just the moment, just for a little while.

Walking in more, the door closing behind her, she traced the foot of the incredible bed frame with her hand absently. The touch received a burning return as she trailed it, the residual energy reacting to the part of her that felt like Mana. Since the seal of Eris was placed upon her by the Queen, much of that adopted the traits of her. It may take on it's on form under Ceal's supervision, but anyone at all remotely familiar with Mana's terrible energy would notice it's likeness at just a single thought, a single touch, or a single smell. She had been adequate tainted by that energy, forever changing into something less than a human, less than a demon. She was impure upon both rights, a flawed amalgamation of the two, a cross-breed.

Still, it was nice to just bask in this presence. It was unknown why it felt so recent, why it felt like she was even here now, but it was soothing. The aura numbed her mind, changing the harrying voices that plagued her waning sanity into pleasant careening melodies, a lullaby of psychosis that made her consciousness fade, cradling her into what could be the most colorful dream she'd ever had. Checking the time, she decided to just lay down in front of the bed on a rug, it's emerald radiance helping drift her off into a nap, the subconscious of her seal's ability reacting with the ambiance around her




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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Wed Aug 23, 2017 3:37 pm


Ashlei 'Asthavon Clixx' Mischevang
. . .
There are times where even the warmth of ones own home cannot quell the overwhelming pressure of loneliness and abandon. Although who are we kidding here. The tower that stood within the confines of what was once a great human city was never a home. It's a reminder that everyone should live and walk in the shadow of fear. The fear that one day the demons would swoop down and carry you away to a world you couldn't even imagine. but not the good kind. it's the kind where you come back with more arms than you have senses. More claws than wit. More bloodlust than you have sanity. it's happened to so many people now and it's truly sickening to see.

Those were the thoughts that rung through the head of a presence that little ol' Ceal had yet to discover. A being that was already within the bedchambers of the woman Cael looked up to with such pitiful eyes. 'You're another pointless drone, aren't you?' was their final thought to themselves before stepping out from the shadows of the room. A gentle click. Clack. Click. the stone floor beside the bed was always a beautiful sound to hear under heeled boots.

The figure became a studyable shape that represented a red haired female dressed in dark gothic attire from head to toe. Her eyes showed little signs of life yet her body continued to stride across to the center of the room, watching the girl that had decided to absorb herself in the gloom that was mana's presence. Or maybe it was just the fine bedside rug that had made Cael so intoxicated. Ultimately, the woman cared not.
if Cael hadn't noticed by now, the woman would be looming over her. or be at least very close if she had managed to wriggle away.

Those dark red eyes, piercing expression matched with sharp features you could cut the atmosphere with stared down. She wondered if the girl would move. Would she be too terrified that she had been caught in here to say a word? Most simple minded humans would die at the mere feeling of her aura. For this was the 2nd Queen of death, chaos, discord and disorder. the Queen of blood: Ashlei.
A movement beside Ashlei's thigh brought up a blanket of black as though a bedsheet of some sorts had covered up the nearby window making the room even darker. Now it would be lit purely by candles. Luckily for Cael there were plenty.

On closer inspection, this was merely Ashlei's wings stretching out. She let out a groan. A sort of tired groan that you'd mewl out after a good nights sleep. though who knows whether or not she had only just awoken or if she had been awake for an eternity. She seems equally tired. She raised her arms, stretching slowly at her own pace. Did she forget Cael was even here?

That question was answered instantly. Ashlei bent down, eye level. Still looming over the girl and having not even said a word to her yet. She just watched. Her mouth curled into a very slight frown as if wanting to judge Caels reaction to her. Depending on this, she may have to find the strength to not push her black boots into the girls face.
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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Wed Aug 23, 2017 8:40 pm



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Among the smell of the rug, the sensation of the aura, Ceal did not notice the similar entity to her Queen as it existed in the darkest corner of that room. Instead, her thoughts were illuminated with the most vivid dream she had ever since her fate was forever changed, forever locked behind the banner of depravity.

While her dreams played out of impossible realities unfit for a stable, sane mind, even the tapping of heavy heels played a part into her dream as it slowly roused her from the nap she had been fit to fall into. The selfsame tapping that cut her dreams short as they faded, pulling Ceal softly back into the realm of reality, caressing her as they lulled her to look up at what seemed to be a shadowy figure that was approaching her.

In the blur of sleepy eyes, Ceal peered on while this figure materialized, shaping into that of a woman. As those heels approached and the cloak of darkness moved from her body, the half-asleep Ceal couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.

Was it true? Was she really here? Sleepily, Ceal rubbed her eyes with balled up fists, trying to clear the sand from them, all to no avail. Already did the visage of the person became warped into what Ceal's subconsciousness desired most. Flowing black hair, emerald green eyes. Even the scent, the presence.

Still sluggish, the girl rose up to sit on her knees. Blinking several times as she yawned, slowly looking back up towards the figure she seemed convinced was Mana.

”My Queen? Is that you?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. ”I apologize for entering your room... “ She continued on, her voice still soft, yet genuinely warm. It wasn't meek for she felt that got her nowhere with the Demon Queen, one who favors the rich flavor of emboldened characters, and those favoring manic desires over simple subservience. She did how ever lower her head a brief nod, blinking several times before looking up at the figure.

The same figure that started to come into clearer focus.

The emerald gaze she was so used to grew crimson, dyed by a dark red. They were like pigeon's blood garnets. They held a unique depth Ceal was somehow familiar with, but also foreign to. The black of her hair revealed to be red, a scarlet. Quickly, Ceal was realizing that this was not Mana, at all. It was someone of similar presence, but distinctly different.

”Wait, you are not.. her,”Upon this realization, her eyes widened for just a split moment before the full reality set in. From there, it was hard to ignore the anxiety that filled her veins with fiery adrenaline. As if on que, the overflowing of her unstable power let loose a Mana powered arc from her body, coiling around her as it launched off, dissipating harmlessly in the atmosphere. It's faint crackle could be easily heard in the awkward silence that followed. Frozen due to uncertainty and anxiety, she could not help but stare at the familiar feeling demon. She was now bent over, leveling her face with Ceal's, a judgmental frown coiling on her lips. Studying, scrutinizing.

Ashlei...

The familiar disembodied voice that followed Ceal, along with it's tomenting moments, supplied her with knowledge. Ashlei? Ashlei Asthavon? As if in an epiphany, Ceal slowly took a deep beath as the realizations set in. This demon wasn't just any demon. She was second only to Mana, her lover of sorts and second Queen of Madness, of Death and Chaos.

With Ceal's adrenaline running on high, her anxiety didn't fade in the slightest, but knowing the girl's identity was helpful. She didn't know anything about Ashlei, only that her cruelty was among the deepest among any in existence, second to none.

Ceal did not know what she was doing here now, nor why she was gone for so long. She could only imagine what it was she could have been doing. Judging by her stretching she had done, the spreading of her terrible wings of darkness, that she had been asleep all this time, a slumber for a demon of her caliber... she could only imagine the generations that could pass.

The Seal of Eris that was placed upon the small of her stomach began to glow in response to the Queen's presence. The archaic sigil supplying Ceal with ample amounts of madness energy to prepare for, well, anything really. It complemented her adrenaline, increasing her focus, her durability in the event she was in mortal danger.

”To think that I would be in your presence... I am sorry that I misidentified you, my Queen. My name is Ceal Maxwell and I belong to the second division of Shadow Fall, bearer of the Seal of Eris,” She said to her, giving respect where it was due by identifying herself, but also looking up to the terrible beautiful dark eyes, smiling. It was the trademark smile of warmth that Ceal was known for, even among Shadow Fall, it was one that was deceiving as much as it was genuine.

That was because she loved all things, regardless how twisted and corrupted that “love” ever becomes.




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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Fri Aug 25, 2017 9:32 am


Ashlei 'Asthavon Clixx' Mischevang
. . .
By all accounts, Ashlei had every right and even the mind to bring her boot down on Caels throat as she lay there on the floor beneath her. Luckily, Ashlei somewhat enjoyed this image. Herself standing above an unsuspecting drone that was likely too afraid to do or say anything wrong lest they are torn from this reality in the most gruesome of ways. Even though Ashlei acknowledged this, she did not show any signs of it. one could say she wwas devoid of emotion. At least from an external view. She just stared. The dark red rubies that were her devilish eyes focused on the girl beneath as she spoke. Ashlei did not blink. But she did speak.

"nobody gave you the right to address me." Ashlei spoke in a way you wouldn't expect. She could have shouted. Screamed. laughed and spat at the girl. but no. She spoke softly. Almost motherly. As if something from within her was pulling at her strings and telling her to be gentle. Maybe her usual persona wouldn't be visited today. Her dark wings slowly moved down. her right wing being used to lightly stroke the girls cheek. Ashlei could show... kindness?

Unlikely. This is Ashlei we're talking about. Her eyes did not blink and hadn't this entire time. She continued to stare, making no real movements. There was a silence for a good couple of seconds where you could hear the fumbling around of people on other floors. The rain on the window and for a moment, even a slight heartbeat. Of whom it belonged to, we don't know. She lifted her wings in an almost dominant fashion as if to reveal to Cael that she was not planning to let the poor girl move anytime soon.

The quiet was broken soon after this. Ashlei's leg lifted and was brought down before any normal person could even think to react. A loud crash and crack. The flat length of the sole of her boot met with Ceals fingers, with enough force to break the bones of any hollow. Even the stone beneath was visibly cracked by 2ft in every direction. Maybe Cael had enough resilience to remain quiet or at least save her fingers from being crushed.

She did not move her torso even an inch. She remained staring and still spoke warmly. Though by now the bloody queens innate killing intent would likely be more than known even if it cannot be felt. "You're nameless. Nobody. And nobodies are void of their rights. The very stone your filthy feet tread upon is sacred and the stench... your foul odor is an insult to my senses."

She lightly twists her ankle to grind her boot and enforce her message into Cael's head. "but beyond that... i can feel part of my love within you. A love that you do not deserve." Her frown would open up, revealing her sharp, fanged teeth. Those eyes that would only stare now glaring straight at Cael's soul. "Continue to bathe in that love. For now. but know I shan't allow it much longer." Clearly something was on her mind. Something that Ashlei would never allow. But she could see it so clearly before her. "My dear, what horrors have you let unfold upon this world to cause such innocents to smell so... ugly..."
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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Fri Aug 25, 2017 4:13 pm



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The air remained tense as the Queen looked hard upon the servant beneath her, though she made it a point to speak to her to help perhaps break that, lighten the mood. Her presence felt otherworldly, truthfully something of a far and beyond origin, but even with such foreign mannerisms, she could feel the ominous air that was exuding from the Queen.

Slowly, Ceal allowed her smile to fade in the awkward silence that followed her words. She had a feeling, an intuition rather, that she had made a mistake in front of the Visera Demonio. Those eyes that subtly looked down, scrutinizing, judging. It was like they were staring at Ceal's very soul, a feeling that made her feel bare, vulnerable. Like a small child in the presence of their stern mother.

[-The omen Ceal picked up turned out to be right-]

Her soft voice, both horrifying and heavenly, broke the silence that followed Ceal's nervous comments. The contents of the Queen's word were thick with an inherent superiority, of loathing, though one would expect the selfsame sentence with a tone of scolding, of reprimand. No, in this moment that was not the case. In this case, it was even more terrifying, chilling to the bone. Air was trapped in the lungs of the girl now, having stopped breathing in her anxiety. Ever so subtly, Ceal's eyes widened, giving away a portion of her thoughts, a small inclination that she was adequately spooked.

Unable to continue looking into the Queen's face, her ego being battered by her domineering presence, she instead found a motion off to her peripherals. The wing of the Queen came down from it's expanded perch, slowly moving up to caress Ceal's cheek. It was a soft motion, a gesture that would likely have felt warming if not... if not for the coldness of the energy as it chilled her cheek. Suddenly, it was hard to swallow. Her insides froze up just like everything around her, the silence jarring against her ears.

For a brief moment, Ceal looked at the wing as if contemplating something, showing the face of someone coming to terms with a hard decision. It shown a glimpse of remorse, moving to a solemn acceptance before closing her eyes tightly. She could not bring herself to look upon her Queen any more, her innate submissiveness breaking her will along with the stifling air around her.

Before she could brace herself, Ashlei brought her foot down on her main hand hard. The air whipped at the sheer force, violently being pushed away as it came down, instantly breaking Ceal's hand and sending cracks splitting down on the stone ground. Ceal had to work to stifle a scream as the sharp crushing pain assaulted her body. What ended up coming out was something of a strangled grunt as all of the air in her lungs violently let loose while she tried to be quiet about it. It was such a powerful, jarring sensation, it was quite frankly astounding. She was as much surprised as she was reeling from the pain. Despite all of her tolerance to pain, tears were forming at the edge of her sockets, unable to hold back her body from keeling over.

”You're nameless. Nobody. ...Void of their rights”

The words spoken from Ashlei were thick with dismissive loathing, a disdain transcending the realm of possible human emotional understanding. Even as she listened, she could feel that many bones in her hand were now broken their dull pinging throbbing all through her arm as she fought to hold back her voice, the endeavor becoming ever harder. Her body involuntarily jerked, unable to continue heeding her commands.

With her boot still on Ceal's hand, the Queen twisted over it, further grinding it into the cracked stone ground. Ceal was at the limit of her own pain tolerance, softly squeaking out a breathless complaint as the Seal burned on her stomach. Tenderly bracing her forearm with her other hand, Ceal accidentally lost control of her energy. What resulted was a crackling from her smashed hand as it surged with electricity, immediately getting grounded by the soles of the boot and the ground her hand laid upon. Still, it made a sizable burn as several bolts carved themselves into the floor.

Again, the Queen spoke, adding salt into the wound she was opening inside of Ceal, tearing away at the trace amounts of dignity she had. Speaking of the love so undeserved that was received from Mana. The words that were spoken, or perhaps spat at her, had farther reaching damages than her hand. They tore at her emotions, because it was all she had. It tore at them because Ceal felt even in the very core of herself that Ashlei was right.

Her eyes grew distant as she thought deeply on those words. Even before this moment, even before this day, Ceal felt she was unfit for such tender emotions any longer. Her life had long since expired when it was ripped from her, or perhaps the more accurate description is that she let it all go. She squandered her life away, her one chance to be something other than the tool she was bred to be: a Weapon.

It was a hard decision to make, to lay there in silent resignation as everything Ashlei spat at her felt like a searing hand on her soul. Bits of the rather vibrant life she'd had since her 'contamination', flashed through her mind as she was slowly coming to the decision to lock them all away. As despairing as it were, Ceal felt like it might be time.




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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Tue Aug 29, 2017 4:19 am


Ashlei 'Asthavon Clixx' Mischevang
. . .
The room had grown eerily quiet considering what was currently going on and the bloody queen had certainly noticed. In fact, it brought a slight grin to her pale cheeks. It always pleased her when things went her way. When people actually listened to her. Though having to go to such lengths to get noticed shouldn't be the norm. Under her boot, she could feel the bodies natural reaction to try to get away from pain but only slightly. Cael seemed to have more resilience than her exterior would let you believe. Ashlei lifted her weight from Cael's now injured hand, not letting her unblinking gaze into her prey's eyes break as she shuffled on top of the girl. Ashlei straddled Caels waist, reaffirming which of the two was in complete control here.

"It doesn't make me... angry, you know." She gently let escape her soft lips. Her right hand slowly drifting down Cael's shoulder and approaching the arm of the wounded hand. "Not in the slightest. I can't be mad at what my beloved does. What kind of lover would that make me?" Ashlei let out a slight chuckle. She seemed to not even care if Cael was listening or not. Perhaps it was meant more as a question to her own will. A will that she is always doubting. "No..." She paused as she reached the small girls hand. She slowly let her delicate fingers stroke Cael's palm, constantly watching to see how she was reacting. Any movement more than breathing would rapidly speed up the process.

Ashlei brings the injured hand up, forcing Cael's wounds to move if she wanted to or not. Up to the womans face, still not letting her eyes fall from Cael's face. "It just makes me... sad. So so... upset. Why do all of you people walk into her arms only to lose everything in her blinding madness? Iv'e seen it and I walked straight through. A different woman, certainly but still with my head in tact. Who would willingly give up who they are just to be accepted by someone like her?"

A few more moment would pass as Ashlei mulled over her thoughts. Maybe Cael could make sense from what she was talking about. In fact, she hoped the girl could understand it. But just to make sure. "I'll make an example of you... girl..." With that uttered, Ashlei's mouth opened once more but not for words. She bared her magnificent fangs and a snake-like tongue that quickly shot to Cael's wrist and constricted it's movement. Then just like before, Ashlei brought force onto Cael's injured hand. This time, piercing fangs straight into the girls palm.
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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Wed Aug 30, 2017 5:36 pm



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Just when it seemed like Ceal was at her limit; Just when the wetness upon the corners of her eyes forced from the pain, she stopped. The boot lifted from her hand, just like that. Across the face of the cruelest Queen, a grin would spread though it's meaning was not certain, left totally up to Ceal's wild imagination to draw the conclusion. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't. The thoughts of the truly top demoness' among the world of monsters were unorthodox and inconceivable. What the demons derived pleasure in were unusual, cruel, and oftimes whimsical. In a world where madness reigned, what more was there to do than to think outside the box.

Still, the dull throbbing was giving the girl a splitting headache, her nerves still running on high. This encounter was far from over, that much was obvious. No, her folly had farther reaching consequences. She was reminded of that when she looked up at Ashlei. Her red eyes piercing her, somehow enthralling her with their vicious gaze. Yes, those eyes that were both captivating and terrifying, likely invoking madness into the souls of the weak-willed based on sight alone.

She had looked up in just enough time to see her torturer closing in on her, effortlessly forcing Ceal onto her back as she climbed on top, straddling her. It would all seem suggestive had the previous several minutes not had happened.

Indeed, this was different; This was another taste of the Demon's whimsical thoughts made into action. Her dominance asserting herself over the girl who was no strewn out atop the rug. Locks of her hair flared out as her bangs flipped up, revealing all of her face, the sweat that beaded her forehead, her cheeks as they flushed red, filling with blood. Ceal knew this wasn't what it looked like, but still; Still she could not help but feel mixed about it. The Demon showed such odd, such... eccentric behavior, she could still not entirely determine if she was disapproving, or angry.

Taking in breaths in short bursts, Ceal would look vulnerable to the demon Queen despite her tenacity; Her already feeble resistance all but non-existent. Her gem-like eyes glowed with the demonic influence of the seal, their green hue standing out among the rest of her features, the look on her face one of puzzlement, of perplexed and mixed feelings, wondering if she should be scared, relieved, or somehow a blend of the two.

”It doesn't make me... angry, you know”

The first one to break the silence between them -short of Ceal's wordless reactions to the pain- was Ashlei. She spoke in a gentle tone, one that further mystified Ceal. She spoke with such glaring contradiction to her actions, to everything Ceal was supposed to know about social interaction. She sounded... thoughtful, distant. It didn't really even sound like she was talking to the girl at all. It was more as if she was speaking to herself, thinking aloud her concerns, her thoughts on the matter at hand. Ceal shuddered at Ashlei's touch, but did not shy from it. Her touch was so like... 'her', it was so similar that Ceal felt an ache in her chest, that very same ache that assaulted her by just the sight of Mana, at just the thought of seeing Mana.

Ceal had already been rather tender with her broken hand, refusing to move it from where it had laid when she was flipped back. It seemed that Ashlei other ideas in mind. As she traced down Ceal's arm, the trailing leaving a chilling sensation, she could find that she was biting the inside of her lip. The Queen took her hand up, forcing it to rise up to her face. Ceal bit harder on her lip as her face nearly contorted from the excruciating throbbing. She felt her hand tremble, an inevitable reaction to it's damage.

Unlike before, Ceal was unable to take her eyes off the Queen. They felt like they were compelling her to look as she spoke, to heed every word very carefully. She spoke of all of the people who throw themselves at the Asthavon, those in search of power, in search of superficial reasons, all never knowing the true extent of the madness she wields. In much the same way, Ceal did as well. She came in front of the Queen asking to join Shadow Fall, asking to be of use to the one thing she knew. But through all of her small speech, the part that forced the biggest reaction out of Ceal was the last sentence, It was the last comment the Queen made.

Even though the queen forced Ceal's hand to touch her face, she took it upon herself to cusp Ashlei's cheek tenderly. Whether it was amazing or stupid was of no consequence. It was Ceal's compassion even still, it was her will. It was the very last thing in this world of herself she would fight to keep, through it all. Through the pain and torture, through the madness and insanity. Her compassion would be the one thing she would rise from the dead to keep.

With something of a solemn smile, a faint one, she kept her eyes open this time as she willed her smile to fade, watching Ashlei pierced into the flesh of her hand. Forcing Ceal to once again reel in pain while the blood dripping from her hand splattered across her face, painting a rather disturbed scene as Ceal's end expression almost seemed to be one of sadness, though for why was unknown.




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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Wed Sep 06, 2017 3:48 am


Ashlei 'Asthavon Clixx' Mischevang
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Things were proceeding slowly. Way too slowly for Ashlei's tastes. After all, this little girl was much braver than she had predicted. Maybe that was also just an aftereffect of becoming one of Mana's lapdogs. It wouldn't be the first time someone found undeserved courage. Ashlei's ruby eyes sharply glared into Caels. She could tell just from the girls expression that she wanted to yell out and say something. Something to contradict her. Though it's not like Ashlei needed to hear it. Cael's silence spoke more volumes than she might have realized. She lifted her head from Cael's hand and practically threw her bloodied palm back at her. Ashlei's red lips were only highlighted more with Cael's blood, though she did not lick her lips to remove it just yet.

"Your stubbornness is pissing me off girl." Ashlei stood up, once again standing tall with her perfect stature. She lifted her wings gently as if enveloping the room once again. Everything grew darker. Everything but Ashlei. Her image in the darkness was straight out of a horror movie as only her silhouette and glowing red eyes could be seen. [color=darkred]"Your love is false, darling. A lie thrust upon you by a woman that only cares about domination." The atmosphere in the room began to slowly dampen. Ashlei was starting to get a little angry and it could be seen as her power began to rise ever so slightly.

The blood that Ashlei had managed to get in her mouth would be enough to prove her next point. Before Cael could even stand or run away, Ashlei spat out the crimson juice right at Cael. She would be able to see what looked like a long red string shoot rapidly from Ashlei's fanged mouth directly at her. The blood swung round Cael's left shoulder and pulled. The blood dripping from Cael's hand would also be her undoing as Ashlei yanked Cael's own blood from her wound and molded it into several more stringy blood ropes. Within a second, Cael would have her only good hand bound to her back and her feet tied together.

To stop Cael from falling over, Ashlei reached out from the darkness. Her soft, silky hands often bathed in blood daily wrapped it's delicate fingers around Cael's neck just to hold her in a standing position. "Look. Look at how easily I could take away that love. How I could strip you of everything, and your only rebuttal would never be your own. You would lash out in the name of someone who does not care whether you live or die." These words, although clearly meant to sting Cael, seemed almost aimed at the two of them. Like Ashlei too was trying to convince herself she was right. "Tell me weakling. Where is YOUR resolve? Not the one that bitch shoved down your throat and forced you to gag upon."
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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Wed Sep 06, 2017 7:31 pm



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ENTER THE DEPTHS

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Ceal was staring at the girl for what seemed like an unusually large amount of time before anything else happened between them. Squinting her eyes to avoid blood droplets from falling in them, she was hardly prepared when Ashlei's apparent anger flared up, Her eyes, the savage glare, the deepning pit in Ceal's stomach. The queen was not satisfied.

She stood up now, throwing the wounded hand aside, inciting a gasp of pain from it's owner, forcing her to reel on the floor, certainly a pitiable sight for sure. With her body shifted to almost be on her side, she felt the cool part of the rug rub against her face. Her mind was going into overdrive, likely a survival mechanism to discern how she could survive this. It was an automatic reflex, nothing more than an instinct to keep herself alive, adrenaline and demon magic maddeningly flowing through her body.

Slowly, the wound was starting to heal up, but it wouldn't be fast enough. Even with rather sizable amount of stamina being used to attempt to patch her up, her regenerative effects were not as good as true demon's, they may never be, either. Tears welled up at their sockets, a likely mixture of the pain and the sense of helplessness while her anxiety ran wild. The idea of her death being a rather likely outcome of this encounter began to settle in. The very idea chilled her, filling her with a sense of breathlessness. It was a complex emotion, not fully understanding whether or not she feared it, or the idea of it more. She feared dying, but did she fear it because she had yet to accomplish anything, or because she was truly afraid of dying? Ceal pondered this as Ashlei's voice broke the silence again.

”I- I'm sorry My Queen, It wasn't m-my intention,” She replied, her voice as shaky as she felt, her body trembling from layers upon layers of complex emotions mixed with pain, the one truth that stood out from the rest of this. She had a feeling she knew what she was angry at, but she didn't know why. It was true that Ceal's heart ached for Mana, it was true that she didn't make mention of it at all, but it's not like Ashlei couldn't have deduced it from such an obvious reaction, obvious stir from just the thought of her. But the question that repeated it self over and over in her head, screamed at the walls of her mind was why? Why indeed.

Regardless, whether or not she got a reply or any sort of leniency for her apology was irrelevant, for at that moment Ashlei revealed one of her powers as the Vicera Demonio. The blood from Ceal's hand made some manner of semi-solid substance that quickly began to wrap and bind it's way around Ceal's body. It was painful of course, but the sheer type of pain was somehow off, indescribable. The blood from her hand and from the little bit on Ashlei's mouth continued to constrict her, her hand was bound behind her back, her legs bound together.

Through a pained expression, one that was hard to keep one's eyes open in, Ceal was able to see the darkness looming all around the room, giving everything an eerie vibe. Ashlei herself looked straight from that of nightmares, she looked perfectly terrible, the stuff grown men cry of. Ceal would be lying if she said that the image didn't give her a rise of panic, but she tried her best not to show just how much. Sure she was terrifyingly beautiful, but at this moment you could tell her irritation. It was thick in the air, and it was directed right at her; That was the truly terrifying thing.

Within just one blink of Ceal's eyes, Ashlei's hand was around her neck. Such a movement that couldn't have even been seen, surreal. She shuddered at the demon's presumed delicate touch, her slender fingers nesting menacingly on the soft portion of vulnerable flesh. With so much as a squeeze, the life could be extracted straight from the girl. That feeling on high, she felt the familiar tingle that came with life or death situations, the weirdly ironic feeling that came so close to the idea you were going to die.

She'd been right though, for all of the feelings in the world, in but a mere few instances, those fleeting emotions would be dust in the wind. They were such fragile thoughts, but the ones that Ceal hung to. She was on a glass balcony just read and waiting for the inevitable moment where everything comes crashing down around her. Oddly, Ash's words hurt Ceal far less than they did to invoke a pitiful train of thought. Her question, it was confusing, foreign. It was a question she had felt she lost the right to.

She thought long and hard on this. Still shivering from her position, her body doing it's best not to go into shock from various sources. Her cheeks flared up with red as less than proud emotions started to sulk in her head,. Her expressions changed several times, starting initially from some justifiable frustration, to some solemn realization, to one of deep critical thinking. Back and forth she'd ponder this or that. She wasn't searching for the “right” answer to give Ashlei, she feared if she sought an answer that would be just to please her, then Ceal's life was forfeit. No, the meaning behind Ashlei's words were all too plain, and the hidden threat behind them was duly noted.

I....I-” She tried to say, still trembling, trying her best to look at the menacing demon Queen. These words were hard to say, and she didn't know how Ash would react to them. ”I don't know...” With her answer, she averted her gaze, instead looking at the demon hybrid's hand with a rather sad expression before she spoke on, mostly to herself as she felt it easier this way.

”Yes, that's right... I'm weak” She said, the shakiness in her voice increasing as cracks started to appear in her expression. Ceal was on the verge of tears now, trying her best to hold back as she spoke again, in a low and soft manner, more to herself than Ashlei. ”I... I just can't handle it anymore. I-I thought I'd be fine. I told myself I'd be fine if I could forgive, if I could just remember the good times. But... in the end, I always felt like I didn't deserve this life.”

“I.. just wanted the pain to end. This emotional pain that couldn't be healed, wouldn't go away. My whole life was ripped from my heart, leaving nothing but this empty aching. It starved to be filled, it hungered for sustenance in life. Even as I thought to myself it would have been better if I died, my heart didn't stop. Just as the ache reached it's apex, 'She' showed up. She offered a hand to me, even as pitiable as I was, doing my best to ignore this pain like it didn't exist.”


Ceal paused for a moment, tears readily flowing from her eyes now. ”Of course I latched on, desperate for something, desperate for anything. I felt like I lost the right to live, lost the right to my own life I craved the feeling of being useful! She... She gave me a chance to be useful to someone. ...It may never have been clearly defined as to what that use would be, but I was prepared for it, steeled myself for it. Was it a weapon? Sacrifice? ...I felt such little worth in my own life I didn't even hesitate to give it up,”


Once again, she looked back up at the Queen, her face a sorry mess of extreme sadness, regret, that... impossible compassion she felt for even those who didn't deserve it. Ashlei would be able to feel her break down, crumbling before her with the thoughts she kept behind pursed lips.

”Resolve.. you said? I lost the right to say I have one... I, I would have said it was 'I want to bring the world peace', but such is a dream that has expired. Even as everything I am becomes corrupted from this terrible power, I tried to hold on to that dream, refusing to let it succumb to this darkness, but I'm at my wit's end. This Seal is just... so inherently evil, I do everything in my power to avoid being driven completely insane by it. I should have been afraid of the dark, instead of looking at it with stupid naivety. I should have been afraid, but now it's too late. It's too late for me and I don't know what to do,”

She said, finally finishing her mini speech, ending in a note of desperate regret, her break down coming full circle as she was not able to speak any more for the moment. She was still bound by the Demon, still in full view of her possible assassin, she didn't want to die, but she couldn't answer her question either.


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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Feels Like the First Time [Ceal/Ashlei]   Tue Sep 12, 2017 4:58 pm


WHAT A BLOODY MESS!!




"Sorry?" Ashlei tilted her head slightly, her arm still firmly holding Cael's frail body with her hand clutching at her delicate skin. "Just another sign that yo-" but as she went to finish that sentence Cael cut her off. It would appear she had a lot to say and luckily for her, Ashlei was actually going to listen. After the first line, Ashlei smirked. "Heh. Beat me to it." Cael said she was weak. Well, she wasn't lying. In Ashlei's eyes, this position the two were in clearly showed who dominated the relationship. That smirk quickly fell from her face as she listened to the girl.

The words that spilled from Cael's shaking lips brought with it memories Ashlei would rather forget. It was almost as if Cael was no longer speaking of her own account, but of the life Ashlei had lead these past few years. The anguish. The pain. The longing. The desire to be more than you are. the only different between the two here was that without Mana's help, Ashlei would be dead right now. Physically drained in a coma she couldn't wake up from. Ashlei was convinced Cael had yet to see such terror. The life this young girl had lead so far could not possibly match a fraction of the despair that Ashlei had been forced to swallow. Within her, Ashlei could feel an amount of anger brewing. Her nails digging into Cael's skin slightly. She waited until Cael had finished her confession before talking again. She felt that even though it pissed her off, she had to hear Cael out. She had to be certain that what she was going to do was the right thing.

"You make it sound like there is nothing for you left. That everything you lived for meant nothing until you found a gentle hand willing to guide you. That is the hole I can see in your heart. To me, your chest is gushing blood. The blood that fuels your hopes and dreams. It's all over the dirty floor and no matter what you do, you can't lick it back up." Ashlei took her other hand and pressed her finger against Cael's chest, pushing down against Cael's heart with enough force that Cael could feel a little pain from it. "You're so called 'love' is nothing more than a makeshift shell to cover that hole. It's stopping the blood from coming through, but look at what iv'e done to you today. That shell on your heart is cracked in so many places. i can almost smell the blood that wants to come pouring out. those dreams that want to fade away once again."

Ashlei looked deep into Cael's eyes. She made no effort to change her expression. Ashlei looked as normal as she possibly could. You could even mistake her for a human. "Don't try to cover that kind of wound with another's promises. Don't make the mistake I did. My heart isn't seeping from a hole in my chest. it gushed from my mouth. my eyes. My ears, nose. Everywhere. Now, I'm left with only drips that trickle down my body. The last drops of hope within me."

Ashlei lifted Cael from the ground, pushing her back against the wall behind them. "Do you understand me girl? I am sick of people like you. People that feel their entire lives have lost their meaning when they have never truly seen absolute terror. utter despair. Unshakable fear. trust me. What you have now is a chance, but you cannot let yourself fall into the hands of someone that will only abuse you. Stand on your own feet, or be drowned when the person carrying you decides to drop you."


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