Twilight of the Gods (Open to Any)

Kalika · Kali Incarnate

Twilight of the Gods (Open to Any)

Llidya Chapman · Amazon Lukoi

Conference Room A was about twice as big as Llidya's office. It's where Llidya put up the pictures of crimes and such to think things through. When she lived alone, she'd do it at the Warehouse with glass partitions, white boards and corkboard in a study she always had built in. Now Llidya was leaning against the table they had in there, staring at the wall with the pictures and maps she'd put up. The left wall was hers as fas as she was concerned, because it was the wall to her office, and the right and far wall belonged to whoever the hell wanted it.

She was in her usual jeans, button up and boots, two days worn. She hadn't been outside much...actually not at all. She'd come to the office to catch a fresh scent of Ash and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She hadn't really cared about the second scent. Ash was back in town, which meant she might run into him pretty soon. It was a thought happy enough to bring a smile to her face.

The smile didn't stay long as she'd gotten yet another voicemail from her sister about the damn wedding. Finally she texted her back letting her know that she was indeed going to show up, probably stag. Ash had too much stuff to do to mess around with a stupid wedding. So now stood, leaning up against the table and staring at pictures of dead animals. There was an odd lurch in her stomach, and she wasn't feeling well at all, but that was an accumalating sensation of no sleep, extra stress from the fact that she kept seeing, hearing and talking back to Dylan Morrison, whom she'd just found out had been presumed dead in Turkey two years ago, and wondering why and how her sister could land a man to have and to hold forever and ever.

"You can keep staring, they're not going to change." Llidya's response to Morrison was nothing but a curt, low growl. "Alright. Suit yourself." Llidya was actually not looking at the pictures at all, but was actually busy not looking at Morrison. He had to be a normal type hallucination. Normal people got walking, talking hallucinations, right? She must be somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, due to the fact that she couldn't fall alseep straight up, and hadn't been able to for some time. So yeah, or maybe she was just crazy like Gran was.

And it was then, at that moment, Kalika made her phone call, without use of a phone. A hit of power reached through her so hard and so suddenly it knocked the air out of her, and she nearly fell over. An indescribable need gripped her then, something so intense it felt almost wrong that she should feel it. The wolf howled loudly at the sensation and Llidya turned on Morrison, reaching for him for something he could not give, as he was nothing and disappeared even as she did so. The disappearing act caused her to fall through the open door of the conference room and she slammed into the wall. It didn't even faze her as she straightened, and that strange euphoric emotion leveled out.

A slow stretch eased itself from her body, and a slight shiver went down her frame. She was feeling rather...sexy. A demure smile crossed her face as Llidya grabbed her jacket and headed out the door. When Llidya was hungry, she ate, when she was thirsty, she drank, and when she was aroused...

-- Edited by Llidya Chapman on Thursday 16th of July 2009 12:54:20 AM

Ashes Of Faith · Lukois' Lucifer

It had been an exceptionally long couple of days. The kind of days where time melds together and you begin to lose track of what happened when. By the time Ash had actually gotten a chance to get back to the pack house and lay in bed his kill count had gone up several bodies, he'd been visited by a movie star and a Master Vampire, and he was about one encounter away from shooting a certain blonde haired bitch right in the face. Then again it might be an improvement on Arcya's smug expression.

That thought alone had put the shadow of a smile on his face as he'd undressed and crawled into the master bed which by that point in the evening was piled with the bodies of the pack. Around him he could hear murmers and deep breathing. A chorus that added together to make a lovely symphony of sound around him. Vaguely he wondered if Evie was close by, but he was too worn out to look and so he slipped into a spot between Memphis and Silent and let sleep overtake him.

Man and beast were perfectly at peace in the arms of the pack and then suddenly his body jerked, spine arching as he let out a groan. A hand reached out to the closest body and his nails ripped down Memphis's back as he pressed himself against the other mans backside, the hard length of him wedged against his Freki's thigh as his body shivered. Kalika's voice echoed in his brain like a thousand voices at once until the rest of the world awake or asleep was drowned out and she was everything.

Evie North · Telemetric Trickster

She had had every intention of staying awake to see Ash. Really, she had. It had been too long, and after the odd occurrence in their dreams not too long ago, she'd been hoping to weasel a few answers out of him. Sure, she had had dreams involving Marcus before, and almost as many involving Marcus in a beautiful white-sheeted bed ... but that dream was different. Ash, the gun, the genuine emotions truly coursing through her sensitive veins even in the short time she had been conscious ( while remaining unconscious -- good God vampires knew how to complicate things. hello? texting? ) had all be too real.

Unfortunately, she'd had a glass of wine. Only one, mind you. The odd thing was, if she only had one glass, she got sleepy. Before, when she was having an entire bottle, she'd have plenty of energy to run like a bull through a china shop. Drunken will, apparently. But with just one glass? Her grey eyes had become heavy-lidded faster than she could say nap time.

Laying between her sheets in an over-sized Oscar the Grouch t-shirt and a pair of boxers she totally hadn't stolen from Ash's laundry basket ( cough ), Evie's mind was deep in sleep. A lovely, pinot noir-hastened sleep, dark and dreamless. Until, something stirred at the other end of her metaphysical fishing line. It wasn't a delicious fuckin' trout, either. It was Jaws. Cue the music.

In an instant she was back in the white room, in the white bed, in a small white slip beneath white silk covers, shivering and writhing. Only her dark chestnut hair offered any contrast to the surroundings, as her steel-grey eyes were sealed tight. It was a nightmare, and her mind screamed, but her body was unsure. Was it pain? Was it ... pleasure? Whatever it was, it burned her from the inside out, reeking of Kalika. A name she hadn't said out loud in months.

Like a rush of fire, the power consumed her, entering her sleeping mind like a poison. In the packhouse, her body lifted from her mattress with the arch of her spine, lips opening in a wordless, soundless cry as every muscle tensed, screaming. In her mind, she was screaming one word in a voice as clear as day.

"MARCUS!"

Harry Canyon · Taxi Driver

-:Memphis had been sleeping in puppy piles with the pack since his first days in Salem. Had grown to trust them, and enjoy the time spent with the other wolves. But damned if he didn't get the surprise of his life when suddenly in the middle of the night he felt the flesh of his back being ripped up by the Ulfric's nails. Then when he felt something large and firm pressing against his thighs he leapt out of the bed so fast you would've thought someone lit a fire under him:-

"HEY! Inaaappppropriate!"

-:He'd jumped out of the bed and spun around to look at the figure writhing on the bed in alarm. Whatever the fuck was going on he had no idea. He had no connection to Kalika. Didn't even know who the bitch was. So to him it just looked like Ash had lost his damn mind.:-

-:Moving Silent out of the way he grapped hold of the Ulfric and gave him a good hard slap across the face. Smack! In Harry's experience that was usually a good cure for about any kind of freak out. And if Ash was humping his leg in the middle of the night then the man was definetly losing his damned mind.:-

"Wake up buddy. You sick crazy fuck." -:That last part of course was muttered under his breath as he tried to forget that feeling on the back of his thighs.:-

MelAknomir · The Evil Twin

Rome, Italy. Two little words and a world of meaning. For the two sidhe (one of them dead yet still alive) they were words they've only spoken to one another as a joke. Europe was off limit to their kind. At least until now. What ever truth had been signed so long ago no longer applied to these two. But still, the time they have spent with Kalika, the world that they have seen with their unique eyes only served as fuel for the fire of their hatred for what has been denied to them for centuries. Born and raised under the fucking fairie mounds, the twins have never seen the light of day. Mel'Aknomir never would, it was only thanks to his brother and the modern marvel of television that he even knew what it was. Their shared feelings about their own Queen and her minions, the world and its possibilities that Kalika had brought into their lives, brought the twins closer than they have ever been. Even Vel'Aknomirs jealousy was burned away by Kailua's love, and Mel'Aknomir was ecstatic to see his twin welcome their lady with open arms.

Samuel's jealousy of the two...that Mel'Aknomir did not understand. The Goddess allowed them all into her life, there was enough room for all. But Samuel had been human once, it was the only explanation the undead sidhe could come up with. Still, he forgave Samuel his folly. Had positions been reversed and it was he who came into their lives it wasn't impossible to say that Mel'Aknomir wouldn't felt a bit put out.

All trivial thoughts that had no place in his mind. For the first time in a very long time, both Vel and Mel'Aknomir felt at home. Silk's opinion on the matter hardly counted. The creature exited only to obey and serve the twins. To love them and to be their "ward." Her reluctance in some things was a never ending source of amusement, and on many an occasion Mel'Aknomir wondered if she truly felt that way or simply relished in giving the twins an excuse to discipline her. Probably both but to him it didn't matter. What mattered was their destination. Rome. Home. He liked that word.

It didn't take long to make the arrangements for travel. A private Lear jet was procured by way of mind rolling the crew into pitiful balls of fear. Silk had packet their luggage and Vel'Aknomir had assured them that the villa they secured afforded the most spectacular views of Rome. Kalika did love a great view. Soon they would be in Rome and personally Mel'Aknomir couldn't wait to sample the local cuisine. He had found that European blood tasted far better than anything in America. Perhaps it was these people's healthy respect for fear that gave the blood that little extra oomph. Or maybe it was just his imagination. What ever the case may the proof was in the "blood" pudding.

Brother of Stone · Frere de Pierre

The girl cried out beneath him and he could feel her body tighten around the length of him as he pushed himself further inside her. Those moans coming from her mouth filled the room and his head as his hands gripped the meat of her hips and held tightly, giving a squeeze and then alternately slapping the firm roundness of her ass to watch the flesh jiggle. As he drove home again and again he heard the slapping sound of flesh against flesh as he plunged deep into her and their bodies met again and again.

Her nails scrambled against the sheets, bunching it up in her fists as she tried to maintain her position on her knees while her chest was pressed flat into the mattress. But he didn't let up and when her cries built to a fever pitch he only reached around with one hand to play the tips of two fingers against her most intimate spot and watch her writhe beneath him.

In that moment something from outside himself called to him. Both on his own and through his connection to Ash he felt her. The Dark Goddess. She was there with him so real and so vibrant that he could have sworn she were standing over his shoulder. The smell of her was on the air, a seductive perfume like nothing created in the world of men, and just the musky scent of her had him driving harder into the girl beneath him. Now though his eyes were pinched closed, head thrown back as the image of Kalika played in his mind.

A creature of pure lust. A fix like no other, and as he thought that her voice echoed in his head. A sound that could bring a man to his knees with desire. Caine's body jerked and his eyes flared open looking straight up at the ceiling as his body pumped its most precious fluid into the girl who was now only a willing victim of his desire. Her eyes, he imagined that he could see them looking back at him from the abyss.

No matter what fear or anger the others in Rome would feel at the Dark Goddess's return Caine for one would be delighted. This time he swore to himself, this time he would have her. Pulling himself out of the girl he watched as she pathetically dropped to her stomach and lay there in a quivering heavy breathing mass. But he had been done with her from the moment he'd felt Kalika there. The ultimate fix. And she said she was coming to Rome. Let the games begin.

It was the first time in months that Frost hadn't been on his mind.

-- Edited by Brother of Stone on Thursday 16th of July 2009 04:29:38 PM

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

The laptop screen had long since faded from view as she sat against the headboard of her bed sound aslee, her hand still on the little touch pad on her laptop. Her free hand lay puddled on the bed beside her as she slept sitting up. It wasn't rare that she passed out sitting up or lost the fight for sleep and just conked out without warning when the exhastion swept over her. While her dreams where never dull what she saw in her mind's eye scared at least a dozen years out off her life.

Blood red hands and glowing eyes appeared in the darkness of her mind followed with that voice. They gripped at her, those blood covered hands and the voice was a whisper of impending doom. The scream woke her, a scream that had come from her own lips and startled her. It startled her so badly she jerked up and right off the bed, landing hard on her back and giving the back of her head a nasty crack on the floor. As soon as the pain flared along the back of her skull, something else overrode it.

That voice, a voice that she knew was going to haunt her for days, weeks, months even. Eyes flickered shut as she felt the swell of desire and lust wash through her. Instantly the semi languid beast inside of her reared up snarling and lifting up a chorus of anger, but it subsidded as it too fell victim to the power of Kalika.

She was moving before she knew it, heading out of her room and too the one room she wanted to be in that second. Clothing was coming off without care as she dropped it haphazardly on the ground in a type of "Hansel and Gretel" kind of path to West's room. She openned the door greeted by the sound of his gentle snores and with much effort not to leap on him from there she closed the door and slowly climbed into his bed. Slinking beneath the sheets to curl that all to hot body against his own. The fire of lust and desire seeping out of her pours like a rare bouquet.

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

The screaming from down the hall weas aggravating. No amount of pillows could muffle the sounds of the woman who Caine held in his grasps. It took all her control not to run over there and strangle the putain. Of course she wasn't speaking about her brother when she was thinking of the whore in the other room. Pushing the covers off after the last scream that came from his room. Aurora had enough of it. She was going to throw the woman out. Toss her out of the house. She didn't care one way or another what Caine would do or say about the matter.

Bare feet stalked the length of the hallway. Gray silk negligee whispering against her thighs as she walked down the hallway. Tobias peeked his head out, always aware of Aurora's presence. She waved a hand in his direction to return to his room. There was nothing in Caine's room she couldn't handle herself. Fingers grasped the elegant antique handle of his door. With a slight push she released the catch of the door. Another long drawn out scream with the rough sounds of skin pounding against skin.

It came in a rush of power. Sweet hot power to drown the senses till all a person could feel was the need and lust of it. Tied not only through Caine but through Evie; Aurora felt her. That woman with Lapis Lazuli eyes. Knees buckled under Aurora's body. She hadn't had enough time to block out the sensations or the raw thrust of lust that speared her down. She watched Caine, her eyes swimming with only his figure. Labored breathing. One hand had disappeared beneath the folds of silk. Fingers seeking the hot core of her sex as she watched her brother and that overwhelming desire he had for the one with gem colored eyes. Aurora could not break her gaze from her brother as he pounded into the woman on his bed. His head thrown back watching those eyes. He was acting out his desires for the woman on the putain. Her own fingers sure and quick finding the right spots to bring her sexual peck to the surface and over the edge.

Dark head bowed when the feeling washed over her. A scream muffled by bitten lips. Fingers drenched in wetness. The vampire was gone. The feeling however was still there. She knew that this woman was coming. Evie and her Brother were in danger. Caine welcomed the succubus. She knew if he had a taste of her he'd never be at Aurora's side again. The fire of Lapis would consume him.

Her hand dropped from the handle of the door. She gasped for air. Only to take in mouthfuls of a sex filled room. The smells all aiding to the recent experience.

Vel Aknomir · The Evil Twin

The only reason that Vel'Aknomir accepted the vampir einto his life, was because of the mirrored half of his soul. He had grown to trust this vampire to a certain extent, but the sidhe in him kept one part hidden so deepm no one, not even the vampire would ever sense it, of distrust, a piece of him to watch his back. Blood dolls were expendable. He was giving his precious sanguine freely, something any vampire would covet, because his blood gave power and a high that was well sought after.

The jealousy of her pet vampire actually made him laugh. Jealousy was not something he experienced (often), and it took a lot for him to feel such things. Was he jealous of Kalika and Mel'Aknomir? No. He was jusy very very protective over his brother, and his initial hatred of vampires did not do the woman any justice. She had proven herself to be kind and adoring to him, so he gave what he could. Was he a free agent? Very much so. She was not his Mistress, he was not owned, he would come and go as he pleased, but he gave er his loyalty, his blood, and 99% of his trust. That spoke volumes, and he knew she knew and understood his plight when it came down to it. He knew he was incapable of feeling love, that all he felt was lust around her, praying his brother understood his own emotions.

Since he was able to be out in the day light, he was able to procure a villa that fitted Kalika's needs, giving her a spectacular view of the city, with it's mountains.
Got it for a considerable cheaper price than what they were asking for, the woman unexplainably frightened. Mel had set up the jet to take them, Silk weaving a beautiful outfit for Kalika to wear, at the order of the twins.

Home was not something Vel'Aknomir knew anything about. The mound was all he knew, until they managed to escape, but they had never stayed in one place for long periods of time. He welcomed a new home, feeling very gypsy-esque with all of the traveling.

Coming to stand next to Mel, a tiny sigh escaped the blackened lips, unglamoured at the moment, allowing the stark white strands to move gently with the breeze. There were no words needed as they stood side by side, once upon a time, mirrored images of eachother, now so different in looks, yet the same soul. A sidelong glance to Mel'Aknomir then back to the scenery below.

-- Edited by Vel Aknomir on Friday 17th of July 2009 03:28:02 AM

Silken Thread · Silk Spinner Web Weaver

Six delicate and slender arms folded together over bent knees as she huddled in silence at the end of the bed. Silk was not included in the bedroom games with the Goddess Incarnate, but she didn't wish to be. If she was told she had to, she would do so but they had given her a choice. She had declined. She was not a worthy enough creature to be given such a privliage to share such beautiful bodies with her own disturbingly disgusting one. She knelt instead, head bowed beside the bed, waiting patiently for them to do as they did and then she could eagerly serve them all. Brushing out sweat dampened hair, bring them cool drinks or towels to clean themselves. She would serve them better then any butler or maid could.

She lifted her head slightly to peek those swirling grey eyes up over the edge of the bed as she felt it shift slightly. She watched as the Dark Prince Samuel joined the Goddess Queen and her Masters on the bed before quickly lowering her eyes. That is not to say she was unaffected by the wash of desire and need that spread like a delicate cloying cloud over her. Oh no, she was very aware that the desire in her veins for her Masters was there but she would not act on it. She her birth she had been a slave to the will of a strong master, and had long since learned how to remain silent and quiet if her Master wished it.

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Six black glossy spider legs clicked in time with the soft footfalls of her bare feet as she moved about a whirlwind speed, unpacking three bags at once. Each one of her six spindly arms lifting something and hanging it in the closet. For a creature no more then four foot she was tiny but sturdy. It would take a strong hand to hurt the spider goblin but then again, she liked those strong hands of her Masters that could hurt her. After the last of clothing was set in the closets she shared a rare smile with herself, the tips of her fangs poking out of her lips. The mandebles within her mouth twitched with excitement as she turned from Samuel's room. Of the four companions, he was the last to have his room done. As always the brothers received the most attention, followed by the Goddess and then Samuel. A man who she found she liked, he was gentle with her. Six hands shifted folding together with ease as she click-clacked herself toward the pull that always lead to her Masters. She approached in near silence, expect for the tiny chiming of the bell on her collar. A collar she so proudly wore.

Hands reached out, stroking, touching up the length of both Mel and Vel's arms as she approached them side by side. How much she loved these two men, no one could really know. Those eight eyes rolled up to them as she watched them with awe and adoration. She never stayed long under her guise of a tiny human while in the safety of the house, and despite the fact she was nothing more then a lowly creature she felt proud to be there property.

"Masters, everything has been unpacked."

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

Working long hours with no end in sight had left the cowboy tired and strained. Loke was always a constant thought in his head and a ever growing one in his heart. West hadn't thought there would ever come a day when he would begin to care for another but it seemed the hands of fate had other ideas. Not only did the man crave the woman but the wolf craved her wolf as well. It was pure madness to be so close to her and still so far away. He needed her closer and it was as if his thoughts alone brought the beauty into his room. For a instant he had thought he heard her scream out, the red beast that lingered with in was up long before his human brain could comprehend what had just happened. It was poised and ready for action and it reacted out of primeval need for both it's mate and it's need to protect what was now his family.

Not only had it sensed her black wolf's turmoil it had picked up on the mixed out going's of the room that hosted Ash his leader and the surrounding pack members. All of it caused quite the confusion in the southern gent. He was struggling against sleep trying to rouse himself enough to find out what was going on and then when he thought he wouldn't budge his door had opened and in came his strength in the form of a woman who tasted of wind swept ocean waves and pine apple. Sweating with a need and fighting a pulsating desire that over took his common sense he remained on his side even when before he had heard the whispering of her clothing as she had shed it.

It was torture, and though the woman needed comforting her body was hot and demanding. It called out to him speaking with out words of it's aroused state. West wasted no time in answering the call of her need of him. He turned that nude larger body of his into her causing himself to be pressed chest to chest against her. His arms moved of their own accord to lock tightly around her waist drawling her as close as he could get her. Cheek brushed against hers as mouth found her ear, those wicked hands of his had already lowered down to trickle fingers above her all to tempting rear end.

"Are you a'right baby doll?".

Hot the fires were along her skin as they burned a path up and down along his. Needing to taste her he paused her in answering by taking a possessive hold of her mouth with his lips. The alluring musk that was her scent alone driving him on with the ever lasting need to ease her itch. Pushed to her back she would find herself with his body shadowing over hers, his hands had found and brought her arms over her head pining her gently as his mouth continued it's exploration of hers. Her name became a wanting whisper against his lips. "Lokelani".

-- Edited by West Larkson on Friday 17th of July 2009 10:41:44 AM

Severance · Reina de la Morte

So many deaths lately and so many unanswered questions left the necromancer's head hurting. Sleep was a thing that as of lately didn't exist in the woman's nightly routine's. The coffee date with Ash had never happened due to her unexpected list of catastrophes. And now it was way past the hour when anyone would be up so there went her opportunity to check on a few individuals in which she desperately had wanted to have a audience with. Rubbing her forehead she climbed the stairs now heading for the comfort of her bed. After having had some tea and seeing to the needs of her constant companion Seven she figured it was about that time. Imagine her surprise to see Loke heading down the hall way stripping herself of her clothes.

Then again this was a place that housed werewolf's so the nudity wasn't as much of a issue for them as it would be for her. If she had been a normal human not used to the daily activities of lycanthrope's. Sevvy figured Loke was heading into the puppy pile no doubt gathered in Ash's room so paid it not to much mind until she saw her enter a different room that housed a new male wolf she had heard about. A soft smile played along the Vargamore's lips. Good for her, it was nice to see the wolfs finding their counter parts. Yawning she reached for her door knob, Seven came down in a flutter of feathers to take his usual purchase of her shoulder. The door was pushed open but the shout of Memphis had Severance turning on her heels. Seven went air bourne as Sevvy busted into the bedroom that housed all the snuggling wolfs. Eyes of blue rolling tides instantly sought out and landed on Memphis.

" Harry,?. Is everything ok?. I heard.....".

Her mouth hung on her last sentence as Harry took to slapping Ash across the face. A quick look down had Sevvy flushing a red color when she saw Ash's equipment in a royal salute. She rushed without word to place a hand on Harry's shoulder. Her eyes full of questions that she wasn't sure she wanted the answers for.

Dressed in a black robe she looked to Harry's back for a quick confirmation that the wound was alright not caring that her robe hung open baring a slender nude shoulder and forgetting at times that these were indeed lycanthrope's so such a wound would not be life threatening. Voice was low as she whispered near Harry's ear.

" Hope I did not interrupt something"..

Hand remained on his shoulder as she reached out with the other hand to check the pulse of Ash, again allowing her human instincts to over take her normal understandings.

-- Edited by Severance on Friday 17th of July 2009 11:24:26 AM

Ashes Of Faith · Lukois' Lucifer

The hard slap across his face came just at the point where Kalika's touch faded, and Ash's eyes snapped open and stared up into Memphis's face. For a long moment he didn't see the man standing over him smiling because for awhile all he could see was the image of Kali's eyes burned into his mind. As his eyes refocused he looked at the other sleeping bodies on the bed and tried to climb out as quietly as he could so the rest wouldn't lose sleep over the little episode.

Bare feet hit the cold floor and a much needed chill swept through his hot body. When Severence reached to check his pulse he swatted her hand away and narrowed his eyes on her for a moment. "For Christs sake Sevvy I'm not dead. Just having a dream." So bad in fact was his own dreaming encounter with Kalika that he had completely missed Evie's shouts, but he felt a dull ache in the back of his mind where Evie's prescence always was.

"I need to go check on Evie." Looking at his Freki a moment longer he nodded. "Thanks and.....my apologies."

Jesus, didn't get much more uncomfortable than that. But he figured Severence could help ease Memphis's late night worries over homosexuality. If the woman kept her hand on him any longer he'd be cured in no time. Leaving them alone he went off through the stillness of the pack house to try to find Evie, and when he got to her door he knocked softly to see if she had even woken up.

(Con't Ash and Evie Log... http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?forumID=103649&p=3&topicID=29521976 )

-- Edited by Ashes Of Faith on Monday 20th of July 2009 08:18:23 PM

beauty never dies · il morte fa parte

Tino was at home, as usual, because he had no life. What was he doing at home? Sitting. Why? Because he had no life. What was he doing while sitting? Reading. Why? Because -gasp!- he had no life. See a pattern here?

Yup. No life.

Oh. Wait. He's dead.

Tino felt her presence, that power that curled itself around him, a smile forming on stotic features. No, he didn't fall on thr ground and writhe in pleasure. He didn't hump the arm of his chair. He didn't splooge in his jeans, hell ... he didn't even get a hard on. He didn't have it in him, wasn't driven in that direction. Hadn't been in quite some time.

He sent her thoughts of welcome, warmth and happiness, welcoming her impending arrival.

Dark Desire · The Devil's Prophet

Calloused fingers plucked at the strings of the guitar with disinterest..He merely meant to occupy his mind.Only lifting those vibrant green hues to move to look over the pleading Magi, who twisted in his confines begging to be set free..Going threw each stage of death..Or the inescapable death that was coming....Anger..Bargaining...Anger..Threats... This was all quite amusing to Sammuel...Though once the man began to cry once more Sammuel's lip curled in disgust.

Setting the polished black guitar on the ground against the over stuffed leather chair...Unable to deny the passion and dark desire that boiled within him. Those emerald hues moved to the bed....To where the twins as pale as the moonlit sky..Curled and intertwined around his dark queen...How beautiful she was...It was weakening to him...She brought forth emotions that in the century before he went into her service he never felt. He wasn't in no way jealous of the fae no only one person could evoke that. Marcus. No he merely hated the pale duo. Hated that they touch what in his mind was his.Had always been his.She was his obsession...His own personal addiction...

Reaching down as he sat at the edge of the bed he would give the small spider fae's hair a rough tug before he crawled to join the trio. Unable and not wanting to deny the call to join them...Even with his pure hate and disgust for the pair of men.To Sam they were merely play toys that would soon be used up and have no further use to his queen and he would soon have her all to himself once again.Long fingers would brush against Kalika's golden flesh. She was so warm to the touch.

Bringing those fingers over her breast...That beautiful swan like neck. Dipping into the streaks of blood that ran down her neck...Needing to taste that mixture of blood, salt...And power.Long lashes would fall against his pale cheeks as he savored the taste of the fae's blood. But when that moan came he shuddered with the heat of desire...Ready to kill the pair to get to what he desired most. Though that would displeasure his dark queen.

But before he could make a move the pair were handing over Kalika and Sammuel in his greed wrapped around her..Needing to touch every part of her...To touch her in every way he had in his dreams while she laid confined.The mans screams became nothing more then background music as he was consumed by Kalika...Had he still had a beating heart he was sure it would explode.So sure he would die under his obsessions very hands.Over whelmed with the pleasures of kalika his hands griping at her as she rode. And as the Magi's last breath came...The both were spent

"Kalika"

Rested on his lips as sweet release came.

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Moving about the Villa having sated his hunger for his goddess...He now worked on feeding his true hunger...Feeding on the lilth maid who never learned not to go home with strangers. Something about the Italians he always loved. Even more then he loved the sun kissed warm bodied Hawaiians back on the islands of their last home.They seemed to carry some kind of spice...And despite the rumors he once heard of their blood being full of garlic...He never tasted such.

As the last beat of the girls heart came he set her down..How beautiful she was...Nothing like his goddess...But in her humanity she was beautiful.So trusting...So innocent. A family would morn for her. Cross themselves. Always watch the shadows for the monster the consumed their daughter. A smile would move over his lips a moment as Silk entered the room...Telling him about the plans to go to Rome. Pity he thought as his hands moved over the girls charcoal tresses.

Picking up the girl he would let Silk work as he rid himself of the body before sleep would claim them all.Stopping a moment to press a teasing kiss against the temple of the spider he would smile.No he had no special feelings for anyone but Kalika...Let alone a lowly spider servent...He merely liked watching her squrim when attention was given to her.

"Do be careful with the guitar this time Silk."