Post by ShadaAntoinette on May 25, 2010 2:40:24 GMT -5
When she felt a bit better, she ventured from her room to look up some rituals to give her father and her sister the proper send off. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't. How could he have allowed himself to die like this? Why hadn't she gone to Hell to help them? If she had, this wouldn't have happened!
With books all around her, she leaned over the table and cried. She felt awful about what had happened, she really did and ultimately this was all her fault. Why had she refused to help, when her father needed her the most? The books had given her nothing, nothing at all, except a pyre burning. She would have to do it without the bodies, since her father's was in Hell and Lilith's had turned to a black mist when she had died. Shada had nothing now except a gaping hole inside her, knowing that her womb-mate was dead.
"Nightshade." Azazel appeared at her side, laying his hand on her shoulder.
"Aye?" She looked up at him, blood staining her face from crying. She sniffled a bit.
"I've got something to show you. Come with me." He said, his hand outstretched. Perplexed, she pushed the chair back and took his hand.
"All right..." She said, quietly. He stopped for a moment, looking at her. Her face was sad, but she was dressed in a violet corset with matching knee socks, black miniskirt and ankle boots. In short, she was dressed as normal, but he seemed to enjoy it more today. He held her close to him.
"I'm sorry that you're upset, but I hope what I have to show you will cheer you up." He said.
"I don't know about that." She said, wiping her eyes. "What did you have to show me?" He studied her face for a moment.
"Right... well, follow me and I'll show you." He Traced, and she Traced to him.
She found herself standing in her living room, where he waited.
"Now, close your eyes." She did as he asked, and he led her upstairs. He was so excited for her to see what he had done for them, the two of them. He couldn't wait for her to see the boy. He had to be one of his best creations...well, with the exception of Pandora, his daughter, of course. He pushed open the door of the bedroom and saw the boy standing there, patiently, and pressed a finger to his lips when the boy would have spoken.
"Now...open your eyes." Shada's eyelids fluttered open and instantly her eyes darkened.
"Daddy!" The boy cried, rushing toward him. He laughed a little and lifted the boy up, holding him. She had a confused look on her face, when he had smoothed his hair down again so he could look at her.
"He's our son." Azazel said, holding the child out to her. She opened her arms, reluctantly and accepted the child, who was looking at her lovingly.
"Mama!"
"Our...son?" She looked like she was going to cry again.
"Aye, He was created by magick, but I still used our DNA to make him. He is, by all rights, our son." She set the boy on the floor, and he immediately wrapped himself around her leg, still looking at her and smiling. She placed a hand over her heart and took a step back. Azazel could almost sense that there was something wrong with her, just by looking at her face. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were wild.
Suddenly, she screamed and dove at the child, pinning him between her knees and started tearing him apart, screaming like a crazy person and crying.
"He's not my son! He's not my son! He's not my son!!" She impaled the tiny body and jerked her claws skyward, ripping the boy's arm off at the elbow. He was crying and calling for her, but she couldn't seem to hear him.
"Shada, NO!" He grabbed her and tried to pull her off, but she slapped him away, goring his face.
"You created a monster and I'm going to kill it!" She snarled. This wasn't his mate, this was someone else. His mate would have never done this to a child.
Finally, she stopped. Doomie was dead; his perfect body was ripped to shreds. He was a head and a torso, that was it. She had completely destroyed him. She seemed to come back to herself, but it was too late. The boy was dead. He shoved her away from the body and lifted what was left of it into his arms.
"You...you killed him!" He shouted, rage in his eyes.
"Azazel...I..."
"You killed our son!"
"Son? You mean that Magicked Abomination? That was NOT our son!"
"I created him so we could be a family again and you killed him!" He balled his fists, ready to hit her. He had done a good job lately with refraining, but this... this was too much for him to bear. He stood up, cradling the remains with one hand and reached for her with the other. If she hadn't fled right then, he would have killed her. She had just ruined his good mood. Completely. He couldn't believe she had killed what had taken him years to create. She had killed his son, and magicked or not, Doomie had been his son.
Perhaps it had been too soon to show him to her. They'd just lost Pandora, but he'd hoped that enough time had passed that she would have accepted Doomie as their child as well. He'd been wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.
Because Shada was such a wreck, Liir took that time to take over their body, like she had been since they had come home. She felt bad about not telling her, but at the same time, what would she say? That she was out having her fun while Shada was unconscious? It sounded bad no matter how she put it. So, she had kept silent. It felt so natural for Liir to take over, and she hadn't even taken her own form!
This night, she took her fill of one of the demon males that had come to the castle. His violet eyes had taken her; she had always been a sucker for a good looking face and violet eyes, and she didn't know why...well, she did, but that was something she kept to herself. Her soul sister would find out later. Anyway, she was in the middle of feeding, at the height of orgasm, when the door had opened, omitting Azazel into the Demon's room.
"Shada... I'm sorry, I-- WHAT IS THIS?!" His face darkened with rage. Liir rolled from her victim, who laid there, stunned for a moment, eyes still glassy from feeding. Oh, dammit, she was caught, and there was no way to get out of it. She gave him a coy smile and stood up, naked and came around to stand in front of him.
"Not Shada." She told him. He didn't seem to care.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing? I thought you loved me!"
"I told you once, but I guess I didn't make myself clear enough. I'm NOT Shada and she doesn't love you." Liir's lips thinned. "Now get out, I'm busy." She snapped. The man seemed to lose what little humanity he had left. He grabbed her roughly and dragged her, by her arm from the room. It was then that Shada had gained control again, only to find this happening.
"Where are you taking me, Azazel?" She demanded.
"I'm going to make you pay, you little slut. I'm going to make sure you'll never cheat on me again." He growled back, dragging her over the threshold of her doorway. He kicked the door shut and tore into her, first with his words, then his fists.
"How dare you do this to me!" He was hurting, she could see it in his eyes, but she was lost as to why he was doing this to her. What had she done to warrant this? Surely this wasn't because of the child, was it? He was this angry over that?
"What did I do?" She gasped when he threw her. She hit the couch with such force that that it broke the back and knocked the air from her lungs.
"Don't play dumb with me, you whore!" He snarled. Whore? Really? He lifted her from the floor by her hair and forced her to look at him. "What the Hell made you think I wasn't going to find out? I always know where you are, Nightshade. Always." He spat. His face was contorted with rage. "I fucking hoped you enjoyed your last fling, after this, you're not going to want to cheat on me ever, ever again."
"Azazel...we never got back together, we got divorced, or did you forget? I didn't come back here for you." She snarled back. She probably shouldn't have, but she was past caring about it. He was accusing her of something she didn't do. He struck her then, which knocked her back to the floor and ripped out her hair. She cried out, her had broken her nose with that one, but it healed instantly.
"You were still my Mate! We were still together and I thought we could make our future together again but you killed our child!"
"Neither of us made mention of getting back together, and even if we had, I would have said no. You aren't the man I love anymore." She scooted back away from him, as far as she could. "I hate you. I've always hated you. I don't know why I even married you in the first place!" She hissed, eyes black. If he wanted a fight, he was going to get one. He had blamed her for something she hadn't even done, and he had hit her. Even with the old fear coming up to clog her senses, she was going to defy him. He was not going to do this to her again. Not after all she had been through.
He began to laugh, cruelly at her.
"You think this is going to bother me? Really? Come on now, Shada. Do you really think I don't know the real reason you came back here? You wanted me, and you wanted what we had. You couldn't stay away." He was coming toward her now, slowly. "You'll never be able to find anyone that can satisfy you the way I can, and you know it. No matter what you do, you will always eventually come back to me." He moved quickly and was upon her, beating her until she looked like a gruesome, bloody mess. She hadn't let him do it without revenge, goring his face so deep it would leave scars and ripping open as much flesh as she could. It was all for naught, for as soon as his rage subsided and turned into hatred, he stripped her of her clothing and raped her.
He took her again and again and again, until she felt like trash and hated him more than she ever had before. She hadn't even been able to fight him off, even with her immortal Vampiir strength and when he had spent himself for the last time, he left her there, a bleeding, sticky mess. She was writhing on the floor crying and hurting.
"Clean yourself up." He commanded, throwing her clothing at her. Then he left, slamming the door so hard that the paintings on the wall fell.
She vomited until the contents of her stomach surrounded her on the floor. She regretted coming back to this place, she should have just stayed in the States and made a home there, instead of doing the honorable thing of coming back to this place and telling Azazel what had happened. This should have never happened. Never. She forced herself to get up when her body stopped aching to go and shower, making sure to scrub everything until there was no trace of blood, or Azazel left on her. That was where Azazel found her when he returned to her room to retrieve her around three hours later.
"What the Hell are you still doing in here?" He snapped, jerking her out of the shower; she slipped on the floor and smashed her chin on the corner of the counter, but said nothing, even as her teeth bit through her tongue, slipping a rivulet of blood down her chin. "Bitch, I told you to clean up, I didn't tell you to stay in the shower. Did you think that would save you? That I wouldn't be able to get you in the shower?"
"No.." She said, not wanting to anger him further. She was tired from losing a lot of blood and not being able to feed. And she knew he wasn't going to allow her to do so, lest she escape him. He didn't say anything further, he just dragged her into her room and forced her to put on lingerie. He raped her again and left, telling her that she better not be in the shower when he returned this time.
She hurriedly showered and changed into real clothes, before making her way downstairs to clean the floor. She found that he hadn't really left, but waited to see what she would do.
"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded, his green eyes flashing in the light slanted from under the stairs.
"Nowhere. I was going to clean up down here." She said, honestly.
"I think you're lying. You were going to go back to him, weren't you?"
"Him who?" She asked. "I don't know what you're talking about! I was going to clean up the floor!"
"You really must think I'm stupid. I saw you with your lover! You even made it a point to try and tell me that it wasn't you!" But it... now everything was making sense. She hadn't actually done anything. He had seen Liir and thought it was her! Oh, this wasn't fair!
"Azazel, it wasn't me! I tried to tell you before that I have a second soul--" He crossed the room until he was standing in front of her. She fell silent. It was no use. He was angry and there was no changing his mind. But she really hadn't done anything!
"I don't want to hear this bullshit, Nightshade. I just saw you with your lover, so stop trying to tell me different. You lied to me. And I am going to deal with you. Don't think I won't." She was trembling now, unsure of what he was going to do. What was he planning to do to her? Kill her? Could he be the enemy her sister had told her about? She was about to find out.
With books all around her, she leaned over the table and cried. She felt awful about what had happened, she really did and ultimately this was all her fault. Why had she refused to help, when her father needed her the most? The books had given her nothing, nothing at all, except a pyre burning. She would have to do it without the bodies, since her father's was in Hell and Lilith's had turned to a black mist when she had died. Shada had nothing now except a gaping hole inside her, knowing that her womb-mate was dead.
"Nightshade." Azazel appeared at her side, laying his hand on her shoulder.
"Aye?" She looked up at him, blood staining her face from crying. She sniffled a bit.
"I've got something to show you. Come with me." He said, his hand outstretched. Perplexed, she pushed the chair back and took his hand.
"All right..." She said, quietly. He stopped for a moment, looking at her. Her face was sad, but she was dressed in a violet corset with matching knee socks, black miniskirt and ankle boots. In short, she was dressed as normal, but he seemed to enjoy it more today. He held her close to him.
"I'm sorry that you're upset, but I hope what I have to show you will cheer you up." He said.
"I don't know about that." She said, wiping her eyes. "What did you have to show me?" He studied her face for a moment.
"Right... well, follow me and I'll show you." He Traced, and she Traced to him.
She found herself standing in her living room, where he waited.
"Now, close your eyes." She did as he asked, and he led her upstairs. He was so excited for her to see what he had done for them, the two of them. He couldn't wait for her to see the boy. He had to be one of his best creations...well, with the exception of Pandora, his daughter, of course. He pushed open the door of the bedroom and saw the boy standing there, patiently, and pressed a finger to his lips when the boy would have spoken.
"Now...open your eyes." Shada's eyelids fluttered open and instantly her eyes darkened.
"Daddy!" The boy cried, rushing toward him. He laughed a little and lifted the boy up, holding him. She had a confused look on her face, when he had smoothed his hair down again so he could look at her.
"He's our son." Azazel said, holding the child out to her. She opened her arms, reluctantly and accepted the child, who was looking at her lovingly.
"Mama!"
"Our...son?" She looked like she was going to cry again.
"Aye, He was created by magick, but I still used our DNA to make him. He is, by all rights, our son." She set the boy on the floor, and he immediately wrapped himself around her leg, still looking at her and smiling. She placed a hand over her heart and took a step back. Azazel could almost sense that there was something wrong with her, just by looking at her face. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were wild.
Suddenly, she screamed and dove at the child, pinning him between her knees and started tearing him apart, screaming like a crazy person and crying.
"He's not my son! He's not my son! He's not my son!!" She impaled the tiny body and jerked her claws skyward, ripping the boy's arm off at the elbow. He was crying and calling for her, but she couldn't seem to hear him.
"Shada, NO!" He grabbed her and tried to pull her off, but she slapped him away, goring his face.
"You created a monster and I'm going to kill it!" She snarled. This wasn't his mate, this was someone else. His mate would have never done this to a child.
Finally, she stopped. Doomie was dead; his perfect body was ripped to shreds. He was a head and a torso, that was it. She had completely destroyed him. She seemed to come back to herself, but it was too late. The boy was dead. He shoved her away from the body and lifted what was left of it into his arms.
"You...you killed him!" He shouted, rage in his eyes.
"Azazel...I..."
"You killed our son!"
"Son? You mean that Magicked Abomination? That was NOT our son!"
"I created him so we could be a family again and you killed him!" He balled his fists, ready to hit her. He had done a good job lately with refraining, but this... this was too much for him to bear. He stood up, cradling the remains with one hand and reached for her with the other. If she hadn't fled right then, he would have killed her. She had just ruined his good mood. Completely. He couldn't believe she had killed what had taken him years to create. She had killed his son, and magicked or not, Doomie had been his son.
Perhaps it had been too soon to show him to her. They'd just lost Pandora, but he'd hoped that enough time had passed that she would have accepted Doomie as their child as well. He'd been wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.
Because Shada was such a wreck, Liir took that time to take over their body, like she had been since they had come home. She felt bad about not telling her, but at the same time, what would she say? That she was out having her fun while Shada was unconscious? It sounded bad no matter how she put it. So, she had kept silent. It felt so natural for Liir to take over, and she hadn't even taken her own form!
This night, she took her fill of one of the demon males that had come to the castle. His violet eyes had taken her; she had always been a sucker for a good looking face and violet eyes, and she didn't know why...well, she did, but that was something she kept to herself. Her soul sister would find out later. Anyway, she was in the middle of feeding, at the height of orgasm, when the door had opened, omitting Azazel into the Demon's room.
"Shada... I'm sorry, I-- WHAT IS THIS?!" His face darkened with rage. Liir rolled from her victim, who laid there, stunned for a moment, eyes still glassy from feeding. Oh, dammit, she was caught, and there was no way to get out of it. She gave him a coy smile and stood up, naked and came around to stand in front of him.
"Not Shada." She told him. He didn't seem to care.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing? I thought you loved me!"
"I told you once, but I guess I didn't make myself clear enough. I'm NOT Shada and she doesn't love you." Liir's lips thinned. "Now get out, I'm busy." She snapped. The man seemed to lose what little humanity he had left. He grabbed her roughly and dragged her, by her arm from the room. It was then that Shada had gained control again, only to find this happening.
"Where are you taking me, Azazel?" She demanded.
"I'm going to make you pay, you little slut. I'm going to make sure you'll never cheat on me again." He growled back, dragging her over the threshold of her doorway. He kicked the door shut and tore into her, first with his words, then his fists.
"How dare you do this to me!" He was hurting, she could see it in his eyes, but she was lost as to why he was doing this to her. What had she done to warrant this? Surely this wasn't because of the child, was it? He was this angry over that?
"What did I do?" She gasped when he threw her. She hit the couch with such force that that it broke the back and knocked the air from her lungs.
"Don't play dumb with me, you whore!" He snarled. Whore? Really? He lifted her from the floor by her hair and forced her to look at him. "What the Hell made you think I wasn't going to find out? I always know where you are, Nightshade. Always." He spat. His face was contorted with rage. "I fucking hoped you enjoyed your last fling, after this, you're not going to want to cheat on me ever, ever again."
"Azazel...we never got back together, we got divorced, or did you forget? I didn't come back here for you." She snarled back. She probably shouldn't have, but she was past caring about it. He was accusing her of something she didn't do. He struck her then, which knocked her back to the floor and ripped out her hair. She cried out, her had broken her nose with that one, but it healed instantly.
"You were still my Mate! We were still together and I thought we could make our future together again but you killed our child!"
"Neither of us made mention of getting back together, and even if we had, I would have said no. You aren't the man I love anymore." She scooted back away from him, as far as she could. "I hate you. I've always hated you. I don't know why I even married you in the first place!" She hissed, eyes black. If he wanted a fight, he was going to get one. He had blamed her for something she hadn't even done, and he had hit her. Even with the old fear coming up to clog her senses, she was going to defy him. He was not going to do this to her again. Not after all she had been through.
He began to laugh, cruelly at her.
"You think this is going to bother me? Really? Come on now, Shada. Do you really think I don't know the real reason you came back here? You wanted me, and you wanted what we had. You couldn't stay away." He was coming toward her now, slowly. "You'll never be able to find anyone that can satisfy you the way I can, and you know it. No matter what you do, you will always eventually come back to me." He moved quickly and was upon her, beating her until she looked like a gruesome, bloody mess. She hadn't let him do it without revenge, goring his face so deep it would leave scars and ripping open as much flesh as she could. It was all for naught, for as soon as his rage subsided and turned into hatred, he stripped her of her clothing and raped her.
He took her again and again and again, until she felt like trash and hated him more than she ever had before. She hadn't even been able to fight him off, even with her immortal Vampiir strength and when he had spent himself for the last time, he left her there, a bleeding, sticky mess. She was writhing on the floor crying and hurting.
"Clean yourself up." He commanded, throwing her clothing at her. Then he left, slamming the door so hard that the paintings on the wall fell.
She vomited until the contents of her stomach surrounded her on the floor. She regretted coming back to this place, she should have just stayed in the States and made a home there, instead of doing the honorable thing of coming back to this place and telling Azazel what had happened. This should have never happened. Never. She forced herself to get up when her body stopped aching to go and shower, making sure to scrub everything until there was no trace of blood, or Azazel left on her. That was where Azazel found her when he returned to her room to retrieve her around three hours later.
"What the Hell are you still doing in here?" He snapped, jerking her out of the shower; she slipped on the floor and smashed her chin on the corner of the counter, but said nothing, even as her teeth bit through her tongue, slipping a rivulet of blood down her chin. "Bitch, I told you to clean up, I didn't tell you to stay in the shower. Did you think that would save you? That I wouldn't be able to get you in the shower?"
"No.." She said, not wanting to anger him further. She was tired from losing a lot of blood and not being able to feed. And she knew he wasn't going to allow her to do so, lest she escape him. He didn't say anything further, he just dragged her into her room and forced her to put on lingerie. He raped her again and left, telling her that she better not be in the shower when he returned this time.
She hurriedly showered and changed into real clothes, before making her way downstairs to clean the floor. She found that he hadn't really left, but waited to see what she would do.
"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded, his green eyes flashing in the light slanted from under the stairs.
"Nowhere. I was going to clean up down here." She said, honestly.
"I think you're lying. You were going to go back to him, weren't you?"
"Him who?" She asked. "I don't know what you're talking about! I was going to clean up the floor!"
"You really must think I'm stupid. I saw you with your lover! You even made it a point to try and tell me that it wasn't you!" But it... now everything was making sense. She hadn't actually done anything. He had seen Liir and thought it was her! Oh, this wasn't fair!
"Azazel, it wasn't me! I tried to tell you before that I have a second soul--" He crossed the room until he was standing in front of her. She fell silent. It was no use. He was angry and there was no changing his mind. But she really hadn't done anything!
"I don't want to hear this bullshit, Nightshade. I just saw you with your lover, so stop trying to tell me different. You lied to me. And I am going to deal with you. Don't think I won't." She was trembling now, unsure of what he was going to do. What was he planning to do to her? Kill her? Could he be the enemy her sister had told her about? She was about to find out.
