Post by ShadaAntoinette on May 25, 2010 2:41:54 GMT -5
Her grabbed her and threw her against the wall. Sometime while she was upstairs, he had attached chains to the wall and there he fettered her.
"You're going to pay for doing this to me!" She fought her chains but seemed to be too weak to break them. A silver glint caught her eyes and she looked up just in time for him to slam her head into the wall; she felt her skull crack and the wet ooze of blood trickle from the wound. The blade came down and caught her in the chest. She cried out and tried to fight her chains again, wanting to get free and get away from him. She didn't know what he was doing, but she did know it was something bad. He dragged the knife through her flesh, carving something. It hurt, a lot. She tried to scream but she couldn't, and she couldn't breathe either.
"You will become the very thing you loathe, what you're basic instincts tell you to fear." His voice was rough with magick. "Become that creature, body mind and spirit. Become the Lykae, the bane of your Vampiric existence. Become the Lykae, the bane of your existence." He chanted the last line over and over and over. "I curse you to live your days as a Wolf, may your own Kind loathe and despise you. I condemn you to death."
Her body began to itch and burn; her very skeleton seemed to stretch and change. It hurt, a lot and when he removed the pressure of his hand on her neck and the dagger from her chest, she screamed, long and loudly.
"What did you do to me!" She screamed. "What did you do!" He was smiling, a sinister smile.
"I made you a Xurenae, bitch. Now you will pay for what you did to me!" He watched as fur began to sprout, white as the snow. He found it ironic that she would be a white wolf, the color of purity, when she was a filthy fucking whore. But it didn't matter, she wasn't going to live long enough to have it make a difference.
Her body stretched a few inches, her legs turning inside out; her legs seemed to have taken a more animalistic shape. Her ears changed shape and grew; her nose and cheek bones and upper lip had molded together to form a short muzzle, but her full, luscious lower lip had remained. A long, fluffy tail had sprouted from her elongated spinal column but his irritation stemmed from the fact that, as he watched, he realized she hadn't become a wolf, she had become some sort of wolfen creature. She hadn't come back to life and she hadn't vomited any blood.
"FUCK!" He shouted, his fist connecting with her muzzle. "What did you do?"
"I did nothing." Her voice came from the wolfen mouth, which did nothing but piss him off.
"Bullshit! I did not turn you into this creature, I said Lykae!" She examined herself as best as she could in her chains.
"I have. The Lykae look like this. They are not your typical werewolf, Azazel." She lifted her head to glower at him; she was in pain and her throat was dry and scratchy from screaming.
"I...hate you." She said.
"That's good. I hate you too, whore." He said. "I never wanted you in the first place, I hope you know that. You don't bear my Mark and you know what that means for Demons. It's the same for my Kind." He crossed his arms over his massive chest and smirked.
"You think I care? I'm glad I don't have your Mark. It means when I get free, I will have no reason to come back here ever again." She spat. In all reality, this struck a nerve inside her. For Demons it meant that she did not belong to him, which she was glad for, but at the same time, it also meant she was either just a food source, or a vessel to possess, two things that were not good for her in her current state.
"Oh, you're punishment is far from over. What, did you think I was going to just let you go? Ha!" He ripped the chains from the wall and beat her again, until her new white fur was stained with blood. He waited until she was delirious with blood loss before dragging her from the room, a trail of blood the only way one knew that something had happened.
The next thing she knew, she was lying in a dank, dirty cell in what she assumed was the dungeon. The chains had been removed, but it didn't make a difference, she was a sitting duck no matter how she looked at it. She rose from the floor and rushed to the door as it closed.
"I'm sorry! Please don't leave me down here!" She screamed. She really wasn't sorry, since she had done nothing wrong, but it didn't matter, he merely laughed at her.
"I'll just bet you're sorry. Now, I have instructed the guards to ignore your pleas and your Siren Magick. In fact, the first note of it and I've instructed them to remove your tongue. There is no escape from the dungeons, Nightshade. You are going to die here." He told her. "Oh, and I took the liberty of killing your lover. So, yea, he's dead because of you. Hope you're happy about that." A laugh escaped his throat and lingered in her new, sensitive ears, even after he had gone. She felt bad that he had killed Liir's lover. Not because she felt bad for Liir, oh no, the Succubus was going to pay for that, but because he had died for no reason.
"I am very angry with you, Liir." She snapped, talking to herself. She cast a second body from her magick.
"I know you are, Shada. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble with my feeding. I just figured I would--" Shada cut her off.
"That what? You wouldn't get caught? Liir, how could you do this to me! You live in my body because of my father, that doesn't give you the right to take over and do what you want! If we hadn't come here, then maybe. What the Hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn't, Shada. I didn't mean to go to Dominic, it sorta happened. I should have waited to see him, like I always do, but...." She trailed off.
"You've seen him more than once? Is that the reason I've been waking up in the shower?"
"Kinda... but at least I made sure we were clean before I let you have control again."
"Not the point. You got me in trouble for something I didn't do, and now look at me! I will never forgive you!"
"Yes you will, just not now, and I accept it This is my fault and I take full responsibility for what's happened to you. I didn't mean to do that...I slipped up and I apologize."
"You're apology is not accepted. Not now. I want out of this place and I want you to find it. And whatever happens to us in here, YOU are going to take control for it. I am done taking the blame for you!"
"...fair enough." Shada sat down on the floor and sighed. There were a lot of people down here that would kill her and think nothing of it, and she didn't want to die like this, not now and not ever. She still had a lot of things to experience in life.
Apparently Azazel didn't think so. Shortly after her conversation with Liir, the jailers came in and the pain began anew. They flogged her and left her to die by the starving prisoners in the cell that Azazel had left her in. Never more than now had she wished for death as the filthy hands began to tear into her.
"You're going to pay for doing this to me!" She fought her chains but seemed to be too weak to break them. A silver glint caught her eyes and she looked up just in time for him to slam her head into the wall; she felt her skull crack and the wet ooze of blood trickle from the wound. The blade came down and caught her in the chest. She cried out and tried to fight her chains again, wanting to get free and get away from him. She didn't know what he was doing, but she did know it was something bad. He dragged the knife through her flesh, carving something. It hurt, a lot. She tried to scream but she couldn't, and she couldn't breathe either.
"You will become the very thing you loathe, what you're basic instincts tell you to fear." His voice was rough with magick. "Become that creature, body mind and spirit. Become the Lykae, the bane of your Vampiric existence. Become the Lykae, the bane of your existence." He chanted the last line over and over and over. "I curse you to live your days as a Wolf, may your own Kind loathe and despise you. I condemn you to death."
Her body began to itch and burn; her very skeleton seemed to stretch and change. It hurt, a lot and when he removed the pressure of his hand on her neck and the dagger from her chest, she screamed, long and loudly.
"What did you do to me!" She screamed. "What did you do!" He was smiling, a sinister smile.
"I made you a Xurenae, bitch. Now you will pay for what you did to me!" He watched as fur began to sprout, white as the snow. He found it ironic that she would be a white wolf, the color of purity, when she was a filthy fucking whore. But it didn't matter, she wasn't going to live long enough to have it make a difference.
Her body stretched a few inches, her legs turning inside out; her legs seemed to have taken a more animalistic shape. Her ears changed shape and grew; her nose and cheek bones and upper lip had molded together to form a short muzzle, but her full, luscious lower lip had remained. A long, fluffy tail had sprouted from her elongated spinal column but his irritation stemmed from the fact that, as he watched, he realized she hadn't become a wolf, she had become some sort of wolfen creature. She hadn't come back to life and she hadn't vomited any blood.
"FUCK!" He shouted, his fist connecting with her muzzle. "What did you do?"
"I did nothing." Her voice came from the wolfen mouth, which did nothing but piss him off.
"Bullshit! I did not turn you into this creature, I said Lykae!" She examined herself as best as she could in her chains.
"I have. The Lykae look like this. They are not your typical werewolf, Azazel." She lifted her head to glower at him; she was in pain and her throat was dry and scratchy from screaming.
"I...hate you." She said.
"That's good. I hate you too, whore." He said. "I never wanted you in the first place, I hope you know that. You don't bear my Mark and you know what that means for Demons. It's the same for my Kind." He crossed his arms over his massive chest and smirked.
"You think I care? I'm glad I don't have your Mark. It means when I get free, I will have no reason to come back here ever again." She spat. In all reality, this struck a nerve inside her. For Demons it meant that she did not belong to him, which she was glad for, but at the same time, it also meant she was either just a food source, or a vessel to possess, two things that were not good for her in her current state.
"Oh, you're punishment is far from over. What, did you think I was going to just let you go? Ha!" He ripped the chains from the wall and beat her again, until her new white fur was stained with blood. He waited until she was delirious with blood loss before dragging her from the room, a trail of blood the only way one knew that something had happened.
The next thing she knew, she was lying in a dank, dirty cell in what she assumed was the dungeon. The chains had been removed, but it didn't make a difference, she was a sitting duck no matter how she looked at it. She rose from the floor and rushed to the door as it closed.
"I'm sorry! Please don't leave me down here!" She screamed. She really wasn't sorry, since she had done nothing wrong, but it didn't matter, he merely laughed at her.
"I'll just bet you're sorry. Now, I have instructed the guards to ignore your pleas and your Siren Magick. In fact, the first note of it and I've instructed them to remove your tongue. There is no escape from the dungeons, Nightshade. You are going to die here." He told her. "Oh, and I took the liberty of killing your lover. So, yea, he's dead because of you. Hope you're happy about that." A laugh escaped his throat and lingered in her new, sensitive ears, even after he had gone. She felt bad that he had killed Liir's lover. Not because she felt bad for Liir, oh no, the Succubus was going to pay for that, but because he had died for no reason.
"I am very angry with you, Liir." She snapped, talking to herself. She cast a second body from her magick.
"I know you are, Shada. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble with my feeding. I just figured I would--" Shada cut her off.
"That what? You wouldn't get caught? Liir, how could you do this to me! You live in my body because of my father, that doesn't give you the right to take over and do what you want! If we hadn't come here, then maybe. What the Hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn't, Shada. I didn't mean to go to Dominic, it sorta happened. I should have waited to see him, like I always do, but...." She trailed off.
"You've seen him more than once? Is that the reason I've been waking up in the shower?"
"Kinda... but at least I made sure we were clean before I let you have control again."
"Not the point. You got me in trouble for something I didn't do, and now look at me! I will never forgive you!"
"Yes you will, just not now, and I accept it This is my fault and I take full responsibility for what's happened to you. I didn't mean to do that...I slipped up and I apologize."
"You're apology is not accepted. Not now. I want out of this place and I want you to find it. And whatever happens to us in here, YOU are going to take control for it. I am done taking the blame for you!"
"...fair enough." Shada sat down on the floor and sighed. There were a lot of people down here that would kill her and think nothing of it, and she didn't want to die like this, not now and not ever. She still had a lot of things to experience in life.
Apparently Azazel didn't think so. Shortly after her conversation with Liir, the jailers came in and the pain began anew. They flogged her and left her to die by the starving prisoners in the cell that Azazel had left her in. Never more than now had she wished for death as the filthy hands began to tear into her.
