Whispering Shadows ||Lagerthera x jjfanrb||

"It wasn't me...well it was but not this me!" Irja exclaimed as Warren had darted up the stairs wondering why she had cried. Her hands were on her head as she shook it, not wanting to think about the video about all of this happening. Irja wanted to go back to a normal life, a normal family, a normal over protective mother and father that had always loved her. "It's n-nothing.." Irja closed her eyes inhaling as she tried to relax. Warren, stayed away from Irja like she had wished, all of this was too weird.

Then, the voice came, making Irja jump out of her skin for a bit and fall to the ground with wide eyes. There he was, Vicarious, her real father drunk as he walked around them, angered at both of them. Mainly, he seemed more angry at Warren then Irja. Irja backed up, against broken railing as Vicarious attacked Warren. She closed her eyes, not wishing to watch anymore violence, but...her life did revolve around violence.

Irja jumped at the yelling, of the sounds of punching, at the loud noises he made. Then she heard the mocking voice of Vicarious, annoyed about what Irja had been crying about moments ago. She listened to him, wincing, as he smashed in the t.v., telling her to get over it and quickly, telling her he was done playing games.

"How can you expect me to get over it..when all of this crap happens in one day?" Irja wrapped her arms over her chest, looking at Warren as he walked past her without a word. She knew Vicarious was downstairs, probably drinking more, as he couldn't stand the sight of them. Irja sighed, annoyed at herself, at the whole situation. "Isn't there a way to stop all of this?" Irja wondered, if she could just turn back time, or fix this so it was like none of it had happened. Even if that meant getting rid of herself. "Literally hell is breaking loose all around me!" Irja was freaking out in a sense. All of this mad house, was because of her, and she just couldn't grasp the entirety of it.

Annoyed, Irja had made her way downstairs, not caring if Warren followed or not. She found Vicarious where she thought he would be, by the booze. She walked past him, noticing none of the food or drink cabinets had been messed with. "They were only looking for me then? Great." Irja groaned, pulling the bottle from Vicarious lips. "I think you've had enough." She said, annoyed, instead of putting it down. She looked at the bottle before huffing and putting it to her lips, tilting her head back as she took a large swig. She swallowed, extending her arm to him. "Bottoms up." Irja said dully.​

Irja looked at him dully when he had pulled the wine bottle from her lips with an audible pop, though she had managed to get a large swig of it and swallow. She smiled at his comment, rolling her eyes. "I thought demons didn't care about the rule book?" Irja remembered hearing that once, that demons did whatever they wanted without thinking about consequences. Irja looked at him smiling her, that look on his face looked familiar. It reminded her of Warren in a sense, since he was no longer Telor. "What?"

Irja's arms crossed over her chest, though her chest was hidden below the hoodie. She wore no bra below, just some underwear she had found cleaned in Telor's closest from when she used to spend the night, and his shorts on. She looked at Vicarious curiously as he looked her up and down, like he was debating on weather to bend her over and fuck her or not. Irja took a deep breath in, stepping back at that thought, he wasn't really thinking about such things...was he?

Just as Irja's arms fell by her side, she was moving her head ready to speak and then....She couldn't move. Her eyes widened. Before she could blink, he was close to her sniffing her hair. Some bristles of her hair flew from her face as he exhaled, but she only stared at what she could, his neck, in fear of what he might do. The feeling of her hair being pushed out of the way made Irja gulp, but his hands passing over her clothed breasts made her shiver. She couldn't move, couldn't fight, couldn't protest as he looked at her, and lifted up her hoodie. This can't be happening.. Then, her shorts were on the ground, pooling at her feet revealing the pink underwear with kitties on them. There was this force in her head, telling her to spread her legs and Irja resisted, but found herself doing it anyway as she waited, frightened. What am I doing? He was powerful, she could feel it with the paralyzes, with the force in her mind. Irja wanted to scream when she felt the fabric tear, revealing her already abused sex, and then his rough cheek brushed against her own smooth one. Irja's face twisted, as best it could as he stuck a finger inside of her, she wanted to scream, to force him back, to bite him, but as quickly as he had stuck it in he pulled it out. She watched him, sniffing his finger, the expression on his face looked like that of utter confusion. Irja realized then, remembering the event, that Warren had cum inside of her, that there were still traces of his seed inside of her.

Irja wanted to fight him, her mind was shrieking as he forced her to bend over the counter, silently, as he stood behind her. No doubt Irja's ass was ample, Warren had seemed to enjoy her ass as much too, and Iiris had been much older than Irja when Vicarious had first met him. Irja, was still very young, and she took care of her body, her ass reflected that. Somehow, her hands were on the counter by her face as she felt him rubbing her ass up and down. She couldn't protest, couldn't move as he did so. He wouldn't really? She asked the question as he spoke, asking her a question she could not reply to in this state. Irja's body jerked forward, her mind cried in surprise pain as he spanked her, making her ass jiggle as he did so. How the hell am I suppose to answer you like this! Irja cried in her head as he spanked her harder on the same spot, only making it sting even more and turn a brighter shade of red. Her skin jumped when he pinched her, before spanking her again. At least, he had admitted to her he knew she could not respond to him. Asshole! Irja was angered, putting her in this situation she could not move from. Tears collected in the corner of her eyes from the last spank, one rolling down her cheek. He was spanking the same place, only making it hurt more and more as he spanked it harder. Fuck!

Irja had managed to close her eyes, that much she could do. As she heard the billowing cry of Warren, her eyes shout open, his words ringing in her ears as Vicarious realized who had taken her innocence. "O!" Irja mustered as Warren came out of no where, snacking her up like a small cub placing her on the ground in her paralyzed state. She was trying her hardest, as the two seemed to fight, to muster some energy into the tips of her fingers to break what was holding them captive.

Somehow the two of them had fought, on the ground away from her. Irja managed to get her fingers to move, she flexed them. Hurry up Irja! Hurry hurry! She was trying to break the rest of it, but it was harder than expected. Irja tried not to pay attention to them, though she could hear everything they were saying, every punch they threw, and the claim Warren had given her as his.

Just as her fingers had started to move, she started to roll her wrists getting the barrier off them. She heard the large crash and then..the words Warren as he moved over her again in a protective state. Her feet started to move, but not quickly enough. Come on! Work! Work! I need to run! Irja wanted nothing more to spring to her feet as she heard Vicarious sprinting forward to attack Warren again. FUCK! Irja thought, under him and then...

Irja's eyes were closed tightly, she had broken enough of the barrier she could curl up in a ball, all her muscles tensing as Warren had lifted her up. She had thought, he was going to use her as a shield against Vicarious, but instead he moved forward, before setting her down on a cold damp rock floor. Her eyes shot open, her body shaking as she heard the soft swish of the portal disappear. Thus, the rest of the barrier was severed, allowing Irja to quickly prop herself up and look around with wide eyes. She looked at Warren, pulling the hoodie down to cover her entire body as he spoke.

"You are all crazy!" Irja exclaimed, annoyed as Warren sat down, he looked beaten and bruised from all the fighting that had happened a bit ago. From the time Vicarious had knocked him into that small room, to the time where he was fighting to protect her. She huffed, sighing as she looked at the cut above his blackening eye. Irja grabbed the bottom of his jeans, which were tearing, she tore a small patch off. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not taking off your pants." Irja mused, snapping the piece of fabric between both hands. Water was dripping outside of the cave, and there were small pools of water around them. She dunked the piece of fabric in the small puddle, before bringing it to the cut above his eye and laying it across his forehead. She looked at him for a second, relaxing. "Thank you for saving me.." Irja moved so her back was against the cave, before she moved resting her cheek against his shoulder. "Won't he find us eventually?" Irja wondered as she closed her eyes. Her arms were crossed over her chest, legs laid flat in front of her against the ground. She had told him not to come near her, yet she was leaning on him after such a thing. Irja gulped of the thought of Vicarious looking at her like a hungry wolf ready to eat her alive. This day kept getting more fucked up.

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As much as Irja just wanted to fall asleep with her head against his shoulder, she knew she shouldn't. In fact, Warren looked much more exhausted then she did and she had been through hell and back.

"You should sleep..I can stay up and wake you." Irja looked at the collection of rocks in front of them. There were small cracks in the ground where some water had collected, from a flood most likely. "I have no idea where we are..but I can try to look for food I think.." Irja was pondering things, why Vicarious had put a finger inside of her, why he had spanked her asking her what demon had laid with her, but she had felt the surprise in his voice when Warren had exclaimed that she was his. Irja did not smile at the idea. She had always wanted Telor to take her, to hold her in his arms protectively and shield her from other men exclaiming she was his, but..this was nothing like what she had ever wanted and this was not Telor anymore.

A hand snaked down, grasping the bottom of the long hoodie and pushing it down on the ground between her legs to cover herself. "S-Stop looking at me!" Irja sat up, moving away from him slightly. "I think you've seen me naked enough." Irja admitted that, anger and detest heavy in her voice. After a moment she sighed, keeping the hoodie there. She listened to the water drip from the cave outside, the animals stirring outside the cave. "Go to sleep Warren. I'm too tired to try to fight you, or kill you." Irja admitted as much, leaning her head against the curve of the cave wall as she exhaled heavily. "I wouldn't have the faintest idea where either of them are anymore...The things destroyed in the house..were all places I frequented. If you didn't notice..nothing my parents touched had been messed with." Irja had noticed that much. As if someone had been looking for a place she was hiding, or some clue of where she might have gone. "They may go to Telor's home..if they are looking for me." Irja thought of that, and she wondered if they would encounter the intoxicated Vicarious at the home, but she wasn't sure of anything anymore. After all, she had just been pulled through a portal to some place she had no idea of. "Anyways..let's worry about it later. Go to bed. I won't say it again." Irja said annoyed as she kept one arm across her chest, her eyes twitching slightly.​

Irja jerked her head towards Warren, looking at him with a puzzled expression as he grabbed her small hand. "What are you doing?" Her other hand pressed against the rock, keeping the hoodie down and covering her. Freckles, Irja had very faint freckles on her face that were illuminated in the upcoming light from the sun. She could hear the bird chirping mourning, the leaves glistening from the mourning dew as she looked past Warren, listening to what he said. "He'll kill you if you do stupid shit like that." Irja exclaimed rolling her eyes.

"H-Hey!" Irja's eyes grew wide, as he moved her hand with his to the bulge on his pants. She wanted to say more, to pull away but as she looked up his lips were pressing into her own. The kiss was still strong, but it wasn't forceful like it had been before, this time it was sweeter, filled with love. She blinked a few times when he pulled away, her face a little red as she jerked her hand away when he let go. She looked away from him staring in front of her again as he apologized. "Go to bed Warren.." Was all Irja replied, she wasn't really sure how to respond to that. Not after everything else. She nodded her head, silently, as he spoke about waking him if anything strange happened. That much she already knew and she sighed finally when he moved to the back of the cave to fall asleep.

For a while, Irja sat there listening to his breathing, until it steadied and she knew he was asleep. She looked at Warren, the sleeping body mass on the ground as she gulped. Slowly, Irja got to her feet, pulling the large hoodie down so it covered her ass, which it almost stopped at her knees from how much larger Telor was then her. She closed her eyes, sighing at the thought about Telor. That necklace she had found in the bathroom before... Irja jerked her face shaking it as she moved to the entrance of the cave.

"I'm so not thinking about that right now.." She grumbled to herself as she looked outside the save. She could see trees blocking her view for miles, or as far ahead as she could see. Animals scurried from tree to tree but she realized they had to be in a similar time zone. After all, it had been night when they had arrived, night when they had left her house, and dawn was just hitting. "I wonder where we are.." She pondered the thought as she walked on the bare ground. Twigs hit the soles of her feet, but she didn't care to notice as she started to venture out of the cave.

She walked for a bit, taking different turns this way and that, though when she looked behind her she could still see the vague entrance of the cave. Irja wasn't too far away, when she knelt down by a ledge. She leaned over the ledge, looking down to see the rocky cliffs below, the river way far down. Sighing, she sat on her ass, careful to move the hoodie in such a way she sat on that, as she swung her legs over the edge and let them dangle. Tired as she was, she looked at the ledge all the way, about a mile, across from her and the wildlife scurrying around. Irja smiled softly. At least she could enjoy the deer.​

Irja had been enjoying the view, the sun filtering between the twigs and trees, between the birds flying from tree to tree and finding their nests. Her arms crossed over her chest, her face falling against a tree. Her lips had parted, breathing softly as she fell asleep in her spot.

The twigs breaking below his feet did not disturb her. In fact, Irja was in a deep sleep, thinking maybe the twigs breaking were a deer on the other side of the ledge. A small pool of drool was rolling from the corner of her lip, dripping on to her shoulder as he got close and..Her eyes shot open when she felt something grab the hood of her hoodie. Irja's hands flew up, trying to grab it as she choked and was pulled backwards, the air being knocked from her.

Every tumble, choked her worse and worse, to the point that when they had rolled down the large hill, Irja had blacked out unable to breath. Her eyes had been knocked closed, and she did not move or breath when she landed on top of him. Her heart, was beating slightly in her chest, but Irja did not respond when he moved her. Even the fact their crotches were together, the hoodie having fallen upwards revealing her ass and pussy.

An hour passed, easily, before Irja jerked upwards, gasping for breath and kicking and punching the air. She blinked, twisting, jerking left and right as she looked up at him with wide eyes before she began to cough. Her throat was slightly red, a rash starting from where the hoodie had choked her.

"What.." Irja tried to speak but her voice was raspy. Perhaps the choking had damaged her vocal cords slightly. "What..." She strained to try to talk, grasping her throat as she looked up at Warren realizing she was in his arms. "Happened..?" Was all Irja could muster to get out.​

Irja kept a hand around her throat, as he placed her down against a tree. Her face was contorted in a bit of pain, as she looked up at Warren in confusion. He had not really answered her question and then he began to answer it. Irja's head knocked against the tree as her lips parted in awe and confusion at his proclaiming how much she had worried him. Though, her throat hurt too much to really strain herself to respond. She hadn't thought she had gone so far, the cave was in sight of where she had been had she looked back, but she had fallen asleep. What a shitty look out she was.

Irja frowned when he spoke about how everyone cared about her, everyone wanted to protect, and keep her safe, or kill her. Irja watched him as he sat next to her, her eyes still wide as he explained further how he felt. She knew how much of a freak of nature he was, though it didn't seem like anyone had really cared he was a devil spawn like they cared about Irja being a half bred. She knew his purpose, after all that had been made clear to her since the beginning by Vicarious and Sulev as they had both ordered him to protect her. She looked down, before looking back up at him, her brows furrowing as he spoke about love, about Telor. Telor loved me? The notion felt odd. Yes they had giggled and flirted, but Telor had never acted on such feelings. Irja had only assumed she was there to look at and gawk at, before he found someone else to screw. He had done that, she had spent many nights at home crying over why he liked those other girls and not her, why he had never held her or kissed her like he did them. Then again, they had been childhood friends. Still, Warren saying such things made her confused, regretful she had not have just pushed herself on Telor at one point. For Warren was not him, he was both Vicarious and Telor, and then the combination made him himself, it made him Warren.

Her eyes shot open wider, she made a startled gurgling sound as she gripped her throat while his lips pressed against hers. It was hard to speak, her throat ached. However, Warren was kissing her gently this time, and it was sweet. Well before she felt him pushing her legs apart and started to re-position himself in front of them. She had no underwear on, and was naked under the hoodie, Irja twisted against the tree as he sandwiched her in, though his clothing was still on. One of her hands wanting to his chest pushing lightly, but it shook questioning it. Irja still couldn't believe Telor had loved her all this time. Then there was the feeling of his hand in her hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss. It was so intoxicating that her eyes slipped closed, a kiss she had imagined having with Telor in her dream.

Irja blinked when he pulled away, looking up at him as he loomed over her, her legs being spread wide to accommodate for his own body. She gulped. His words hit her in a sense, and she could feel him growing hard. Still, she remembered how he had taken her innocence, raped her and she pressed her back into the tree shaking her head. There was no way that could ever feel pleasant, and she was still sore from the event. "No...It..hurt.." Irja squeaked the words out with her raspy voice. She gulped, trying to lubricate her vocal cord as she looked up at him. She had once believe sex would be enjoyable, but now she questioned it, and she looked at him in puzzlement.​

Irja furrowed her brows as he pulled her hand from her sore throat. She gulped, the feeling making her wince in pain. Warren had choked her with the hoodie as he had grabbed the hood, and now she was paying for it, though the way he looked at her now made her eyes widened curiously. She narrowed her eyes at him, not speaking from the pain as he talked about her first time being painful, about him being too rough. She looked at him questioningly as he stood up, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. She looked at him, wondering if he was really going to do this again, wondering if he was just using the term love to coax her into allowing him to fuck her. Her head tilted back as he grabbed her wrists and forced them above her head. She looked at his hand holding her arms above her head as she struggled a bit, her back pressing into the tree as he moved closer and..She gasped a bit when he kissed her, making her head push into the trunk. At first the kiss was sweet, and then he deepen it making her head dig into the trunk slightly more as she closed her eyes. She didn't know why she was not really fighting, but she was too tired and still sore from the other day to argue. Besides, he was holding her captive in a way, though not as forceful as he had been the first time.

A giggle elicited from her lips as he touched her stomach, and her thigh and she noticed how rough his fingers were. Then again, she expected as much, Telor had been a jockey, he had worked out nonstop. The way his tongue tasted, was weird and she wasn't sure if it tasted good or bad. Irja jumped a bit when he found her mound, she moved to close her legs but her ankles caught against his as he rubbed her clit, which hurt slightly from not being aroused. However, a moan crept from her lips she couldn't stop and she tensed, not sure why she had made such a noise from such a touch.

It was weird how silent it was. Besides the sound of their lips together, the water, the birds chirping and the wind rustling leaves. Still, it was odd when he moved his hand away and pressed his tented jeans against her body. Irja squirmed a bit, the feeling of her hips rubbing against the cloth making her groan, and then there was the feeling of his hand under the hoodie grasping her breast. Her right leg hitched up, around his waist, though it dangled behind him in the position he had forced her to spread her legs in. Still, the hand on her breast made her shiver as he squeezed her breast. It felt weird, but electricity seemed to bolt through her body when he squeezed her breast with his rough hand. When he pulled away his hands, then the kiss, she allowed her arms to drop, falling against his forearms as she still gave him a questioning look when he told her to unbutton his jeans. Saying she wanted this as much as him made her scoff at him.

Irja was trying to fight the weird urges she was having, but he had gotten her slightly wet. Enough that his jeans were getting a spot of moistness on him. Her face was slightly red, as she kept her brows furrowed. What do I do? Irja pondered her own question. Did she give in right away and see if he could actually give her pleasure? Or did she keep refusing? It felt weird, and she wasn't sure he could make her feel better than the first time. Still, Irja shook her head slightly at him in response. It was true he was making her body warm up, but it was slow.​

Irja watched his eyes look into hers with a firey passion she had not seen before. Still she gulped, wincing in pain before gasping and flailing her arms as he hoisted her up. Her hands clawed, along the tree trunk, looking down in fear at how high up she was as he placed her thighs on his shoulders. She looked down at him, his face being so close to her pussy she could feel every time he exhaled and it made her shiver.

"S...op!" Irja cried as best she could as he stared at her pussy, her face turned red at the sight, as he held her in place. It was too hard to watch, and she covered her face as she felt his face come closer and his tongue. When he licked her, over and over, her legs tensed as she moaned, her stomach arching slightly as she squirmed against the feeling. She knew Telor had been having sex, though she had never known what he had done, still this surprised her. The feeling was odd and yet it felt so good that her hips started to squirm against his tongue as she moaned. The best part, that made her legs shake the most, was when he pushed his large tongue inside of her, her moaning was louder than before at that.

Irja jumped at the laughter. Her eyes wide, her face bright red as Warren pulled away, his hands still on her thighs to stare at Vicarious. Irja had a similar look, that was the last person she wanted after the events a few hours ago. Her hands flailed, smacking Warren's arm to let her down.

She was thankful when she was on her feet again, and she leaned against Warren's back lightly when he moved in front of her in a protective sense. She shook, peaking through his arm as Vicarious got closer and spoke. Her eyes glared at him, when he spoke about breaking her, and about breaking her mother.

Irja cried at the sight of Warren being pushed away by some unseen force and held in the dark. She gulped as she shadow the dark tendrils bind him in place, the way Warren reacted to such a thing, but this time he could not get free. Irja's brows furrowed, pulling the hoodie down and keeping it down as she pressed her back against the tree staring up at Vicarious in fear. She couldn't speak, her throat had definitely been damaged. He's going to rape me? He's suppose to be my father! Irja thought, her wetness had rolled down her inner legs to the leaves below her bare feet from Warren's licking her.

It stung. That thing going through the hoodie, through her chest and piercing her heart. The tendrils danced around her heart, before spiraling out around every vein she had. Irja's left hand was gripping the hoodie where it had gone through, her eyes narrowing in confusion at the tingling sensation rippling through her. "Arrow of lust." He had called it, and Irja could feel it as she squirmed. Then. Then, he had given her an order, and order that snapped her body and mind into gear, one she couldn't find herself protesting. There was no screaming in her head, just silence. She did as he said, hitching her fingers on the bottom of the hoodie and pulling it up over her head before dropping it on the ground next to her. Her body was exposed fully, hard nipples, wet dripping pussy, bruises and scraps from the day before. Irja didn't hesitate to get on her knees in front of Vicarious then. Quickly, with fumbling fingers, she undid his belt, going to his zipper and grasping it with her teeth pulling it down. Irja didn't bother to push his pants down, she simply reached through his boxers and grasped his cock. What am I doing? Irja had that thought, but not much else as she licked from the base of him up to the top a few times.​

I can't stop myself. This is gross! Irja could hear herself thinking the words, wanting to stop but her lips were moving against his hard cock with her tongue. Her lips wrapped around the tip of him, sucking a few inches into her mouth. Her mouth stretched to the max the closer to that three inch girth at his base He was down her throat, but she wasn't gagging. She simply was letting him hold her hair before he pulled her down on his cock choking her. Irja squirmed, hearing his words as she tried to breath. But easily he pulled her mouth off, and she looked up at him as he smacked her in the cheek with his cock. Stop! I need to stop myself! Irja wondered if this was how he had gotten her mother to fuck him. she was not in control of her actions, not really. Lust had taken over and her body happily obliged as she wrapped her lips back around his hard monster and rolled her tongue against it. All the time her eyes looked up at him, her hands curling on his hips around his cock as her head bobbed. Drool was falling from her bottom lip, hitting her knees below.

Irja didn't scream against his cock when he choked her. Though in her head she was shrieking for air. Simply, she kept looking up at him as her face turned red then blue, accepting what he was doing before he pulled her off and threw her back. Her body bounced as she tried to stop herself but she simply allowed her back to hit the ground. Then, he realeased the effects and Irja was gasping for air, grasping her throat in pain. She had been choked by the hoodie and nowher father's cock. Irja gulped, her eyes wide as she scooted back, pressing her back against the tree as she held her throat. She grabbed the hoodie with her left hand, pulling her knees up to her chest as she draped it over herself shaking as she stared at Vicarious. Monster! Irja's brows furrowed in anger.

Her eyes twitched as she watched Vicarious vanish after warning them both what would happen if they disobeyed again. Her eyes darted back to Warren, who had been freed and had moved closer to her, but he only stared at her with saddened eyes. She looked away from him, quiet. Irja scrambled to her feet, putting the hoodie back on, pulling it all the way down and crossed her arms over her chest. She looked in the spot Vicarious had first appeared in. How long had he been watching us? Irja wondered. So much for her learning the joy of sex, she only looked at the ground by Warren's feet.​

Irja turned her back to Warren, embarrassed she had been forced to such terrible things, embarrassed she was so weak she couldn't stp her own real father. She leaned over, sticking her fingers in her mouth before she heaved, throwing up. That. That tasted better then still having the taste of his cock down her throat. "Ugh." Irja groaned as she straightened herself, before turning to look at Warren. She quickly looked away, shamed of what he had seen her do.

Irja didn't fight him as he hugged her. She curled her hands on his chest allowing him to embrace her. She wanted to cry, but Irja knew there was no point. She was silent as he spoke, she hated him too. She hated Vicarious with a passion, but she could still feel the tendrils flowing through her bloodstream. They were dormant, not in use but Irja knew Vicarious could activate them at any time.

Irja twitched, her body jerking as she looked at Warren when he showed her his back. She hesitated, then thought twice and jumped on his back, her thighs against his hips and her arms around his neck. She hide her face in the space between his shoulders as she breathed in a familiar scent. For once, Irja relaxed being so close to him. Telor.. Irja said the name in her head, her muscles relaxing as she wiffed in the scent of lavender and grass. She missed Telor, but Warren was doing his best to make amends for what he had done, and she knew how he felt. Neglected. Irja was getting all the attention, but it wasn't attention she had asked for or wanted, still she knew how he felt. To be an outcast right now. At least they had that in common. He also still held his love from Telor, a love Irja still had for the boy, it was about getting passed the fact the man holding her was no longer the boy she had grown up with and he never would be again. Irja sighed. "I'm..ready.." She said the words softly though she knew he could hear her.​

Irja did not want to think about how Vicarious had commanded her. She remembered his words, that he and Warren were connected. That everything Warren felt, Vicarious felt. The thought made her hold on tighter to Warren as he kept them a float in the air. The wind whipped her hair around, letting it smack her face and make loud snapping sounds behind them. Irja could only think slightly as she shook, that if Warren got turned on so did her father. The thought disgusted her, but the worst part was still the image of herself looking up at him as she sucked his cock not caring if she choked or gagged on it.

Irja let out a startled sound when they landed on the roof. She had heard his words too clearly, but her eyes had remained closed until he sat her down. They shoot open, looking around to see the figures as she brushed her hair from her face. Irja's eyes twitched at the scene, metal clanking and clashing through the air.

Irja moved closer to Warren, grabbing his arm as she watched, she could see the other three on horses. Irja breathed in a sharp breath. "Horsemen...horse..men..apocalypse." Irja voice was still raspy and strained, but she forced the words to come from her lips as she looked at Warren before pointing to the horses. This was not a pleasant feeling, not being able to really talk while she stood there watching in horror.
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The choking from the fall of the hoodie had damaged her vocal chords enough Irja could not speak normally anymore, and pain surged through her every time she did. She looked up at Warren as he said it was impossible. Irja wished she could believe him, but every time she looked she knew it was true. After all, she was starting to come into terms that the impossible was not impossible, nothing was, everything was possible. That, that really scared her and she squeezed Warren's hand at the thought.

Irja jumped at the noise below them, her eyes quickly flashing back up to the scene of Vicarious vs the Grim Reaper. She had wished that pictures of Grim she had seen in class had been wrong, but they were very accurate to the demon that held the scythe in front of them. That was when she saw it, the flash of concentration gone from Vicarious eyes as he flickered his view over to them, Grim taking advantage of such an act. Irja cried, her voice breaking as she watched Vicarious fall to the ground, the ghouls grabbing him, then the two horsemen came closer spotting her and Warren on the roof.

They came closer, spotting her as she hide behind Warren cowering in fear. Lucifer himself wanted her? Alive nonetheless! Whatever that meant she couldn't imagine. Only bad things would ensue, she knew that, but everything happened so quickly. Irja hide her face in Warren's back as the light flashed nearly blinding her. She clutched onto him quickly, not wanting him to leave her as he let go. Irja's eyes only opening moments later as she watched Warren, running and knocking Pestilence from his steed. Irja cried out, in surprise as she saw Warren fall down to the ground in the madness with Pestilence. What do I do? Irja wondered in horror. She had witnessed her real father consumed by ghouls below, the flash of light, Warren's body erupting with power, him falling below with Pestilence, and it had happened in only a matter of minutes. Irja was backing up on the roof slowly, trying to get away from Famine.

• "Where do you think you are going?" Irja had just turned around, and stood in shock as three figures came into view, forming from flickering light and shadows. A fourth one came after, smaller, hunched over, but the one that spoke scared her the most. The creature was neither male nor female, instead she could tell it was a mixture of both. Beautiful diamond colored eyes danced on Irja's body, the facial features of a beautiful woman, the body of a man the voice of a man and the creature stood ten feet tall, long pieces of fabric danced around the figure, shrouding it's private from view but revealing a nipple here or there. It's skin was an aqua blue color, and black dots danced across it's features, it's face, it's arms and legs, it's chest, moving. Irja couldn't look at the other three figures, she could only stare up at this being, though she realized the other three were much smaller than this one, and she stopped in the middle of the roof. Behind her still was Famine, as well as Grim and War, Pestilence was below with Warren and Vicarious and Irja? Irja was trapped between four demons in front of her and three behind her. The creature in front of her moved forward, shaking the roof below it's large feet as it smiled below to Irja. Her eyes were wide, fear stricken.
• "She doesn't seem to have realized her powers." The smallest of the figures spoke, hunched over with purple wrapped loosely around it's body. A rat like face looked at Irja, purple eyes examining her as it's elongated nose twitched, she could see the breasts of a woman the creature held. No doubt she had been beautiful at one point, but the rat like creature looked at curiously as Irja shook in fear. It's white hair dancing around it's skin.
• "Acid, be gentle with the cargo. Lucifer wants her alive and unharmed." Acid, that was the name of the creature moving closer and closer to Irja slowly and steadily. Irja could notice now that the patterns on Acid's skin moved, shifting into images as though she might be tripping on acid herself. It made sense why the demon had such a name. This voice was sweet, less frightening then the others that had spoken. It was whimsical, musical and Irja could only imagine how beautiful it might have been had the creature sung a song. This creature's skin was an olive color, black patterns in different shapes were all over the woman's body from what Irja could see. Though, her face was shrouded by smoke colored clothing, it wrapped around her whole face, some hanging down and dancing in the wind like strands of hair, as well did the rest of it wrap around the creature's small breasts and body, only her arms and throat were really exposed. She stood straight, besides her head that was bowed forever forward in respect. Acid sneered at this creature's words, not liking that it needed to hold back.
• "Likely he wishes to be the first to really defile you. It seems Vicarious will do anything along with his ghoul so you are unharmed." Acid grinned at the thought as it leaned down, scooping Irja up. Irja squirmed, kicking, clawing, and Acid bellowed a laugh. There was still a figure, eight feet tall, that hide its features behind a large book. In fact the only thing visible was a flurry of pink and purple sparks that came as the figure muttered, ignoring the whole sight of things. Acid turned around, squeezing Irja enough that she went limb. "Thank you horsemen. Keep them busy. We shall do as instructed. Come now, back to hell we go."
• "She isn't a virgin." The sparked stopped, a finger tabbing on the large black book as it mumbled. Acid, along with the rat lady and the blind one turned their heads towards the book, but Acid was the one that rattled a laugh. "The ghoul took her innocence. Lucifer won't be pleased." The book closed, but there was no humanly shape, just the flicker of pinks and purple sparks.
• "And? Does she have anything innocent left to tarnish?" The sparks fluttered at the question, closer to the musical voice before going back to the book and opening it up. The sparks fluttered up and down, but as Irja was carried closer, she could now see that the sparks were actually locusts.
• "Yes. Plenty. She's only been taken once, likely by force." The locusts swarmed over the book as Acid carried Irja closer to a dark portal. Two of the bugs flashed white, in the place of eyes. The locusts looked up at Irja, as if knowing she was watching. "He'll still like you. He's never had a half bred on his cock before." Acid rattled a laugh at that as Irja's face twisted in horror at the though.
• "Let us go then sisters. Vicarious has no choice now but to follow the will of the Lord." Acid grinned at the thought, squeezing Irja again as the Locusts closed their book, swarming around it as they began to pull it into the dark portal and vanish. Next, the musical voiced woman moved closer to the portal as Acid waited. Her movements were calculated, patient as she stepped forward and disappeared. The rat woman was next, jumping and hobbling into the portal as it bowed it's head to Acid. Acid brought Irja face to face to it's diamond eyes, staring into her as the rat disappeared and as the girl squirmed in it's hand in fear. "You have much to learn little half bred. Lucifer has known about you for a long time, and he's been waiting to meet you." With that, despite Irja's crying, Acid stepped into the dark portal with her in it's hand, vanishing from the fight.​

"Lucifer said to bring the girl directly to him, we are delaying. Why Acid?" The girl in grey clothes, her voice sounded like bells Irja realized, though her eyes had closed long ago when they had first gone through the back portal. There was only silence that had really fallen, besides the sounds of flies buzzing around and reforming. Acid, she realized the large creature that was neither man or woman yet both was still holding her, moving her.

"Siren is right Acid! This won't look good in the book of knowledge! We must present her right away! This is our job!" Bugs snapped and reformed, she could heard them close to her eyes, and feel the bugs floating around her body touching her. They danced over her bare skin, and in her sleep Irja realized she was naked. That must be those locusts that were behind the book..I thought they were pink and purple sparks.. Irja thought, but she could not move or speak, and she could not open her eyes to look.

"Shoo shoo Locusts! You'll wake the girl from Siren's spell!" Irja could feel small hands over her body, moving the air back and forth, causing the bugs to scurry and hiss before the creature sighed. She could hear the nervous twitching of it's nose, it's ears flutter over it's heads as she waited motionless. "Acid, is it almost ready?" The rat was talking Irja realized, but she was motionless. "I think she's waking up..Siren, sing?" Irja could move her brows, her lips were twitching. She could hear a large in take of breath with a sigh.

"If I must..." She could hear the soft feet hitting marble, calculated and timed before she felt a body looming over her breathing. It exhaled, though Irja could not really feel any breathing. She vaguely remembered the woman with this voice, her face completely covered with grey cloth so thick no features of her face could be made out. A hand brushed hair out of her face, Irja twitched. She didn't feel well. "Hush child. I'll sing you back to sleep." Irja waited, as if the woman was someone she had known all along. Her voice was too sweet, too perfect to not relax to and Irja listened as she began to sing. No words were formed, just sweet soft sounds that rang in Irja's ears allowing each of her muscles to relax.

"Enough of that now! She can't sleep forever Siren. All of you, out of my way!" The voice shook whatever thing Irja laid on, rattling everything around her as it bellowed. Siren's voice had stopped singing, but Irja's body had relaxed. She could hear the locusts fluttering around, before stilling a few feet away. As well as the tail of Rat dragging behind her as she scampered away.

"I only did what I was asked of." Siren sighed, and Irja felt her hand move away before she too walked slowly away as Acid had spoken, rattling back to their positions. Acid huffed, annoyed as it moved closer to Irja. It laid something down on top of her, smooth and silky, something that felt pleasant.

"Wake up halfbred. You've been cleaned, brushed, bandaged, now wake up and dress. Lucifer doesn't like his new toys to look disgusting." Acid was talking, and it clapped it's hands rattling Irja's eyes to snap open. She sat up quickly, eyes darting around the room. A room? I thought hell was nothing but flames.. The cloth that had been placed over her rolled into her naked lap, but she didn't seem to notice as she took in the place. She was in a large bed, too large for her feet to be anywhere near the bottom, a canopy of blacks, greys, silvers, golds, and reds. The bedding was black, the pillows gold, but the curtains that fell on the ground were greys and reds. In front of her was a wall, a corner where Siren stood, head bent forward, palms of her hands together neatly and not moving, she did not stir. Next to siren was a desk, seeming to have all sorts of different parchments and things any writer would want. Irja looked to her left, stiffening at the sight of Acid taking up her view as it straightened it's back. Acid pulled into a smile, and Irja looked up to follow. She realized the ceiling was at least twenty feet tall, making even Acid look tiny in comparison. "Take a good look around halfbred. Besides seeing Lucifer and whatever he plans for you, this will be all you get to see of hell." Irja gulped as Acid moved away displaying more of the room for her. She wasn't sure if she should take Acid's comments as a threat or as a means of calming instead she looked forward. The flooring was rock, twisting, molten, lava reforming and moving into different pattern shapes of circles and triangle, however the lava seemed to shift from red to other colors, reflecting that of the visible spectrum of color. In front of the bed there was many footing of room, enough for thirty Acid's to stand and dance in freely without bumping into one another. The Locusts fluttered, it's large black book was floating above the ground as it darted above it. The two silver locusts that made up the girl's eyes looked up, looking at Irja before quickly looking down to her book.

"That's your dresser. Anything you need or Lucifer wishes for you to wear is inside; be it dresses or armor, all is at your disposal." The locusts moved as the bugs flutter, making an arm that pointed to a large black menacing made entirely out of molten rock. The handles seemed to turn, from smooth gold handles, to sharp blades at locusts mention of dresses or armor. "Though..I highly doubt he'll let you wear any form of armor. You've yet to display any power." The locusts seemed to sigh, annoyed as her bugs flew back to her entire mass, her eyes refocusing on the book below her as she muttered. Rat moved, hobbling into view of Irja causing her to jump, she winced slightly grabbing her throat, fresh bandages had been placed there and rat pulled her long snout into a smile. Rat's tail pointed in front of a bed where a black portal was, though there was nothing that could be seen through it.

"As you should know I bandaged your wounds, since I am the smallest!" Rat seemed so pleased, her hands fiddling together as she continued to point at the portal that was in the middle of the room near locust to the left. "Through there, if you do so need, is a human bathroom with anything you may need. You will have anything to your heart's desire, as the lord has wished." Rat's tail relaxed as she turned to her side, pointing at the desk Irja had seen before. The desk was large enough that Irja as well as both Vicarious and Warren would have all three sprawled out on it without knocking into one another. "As you may have noticed there is a desk with any sort of parchment you'd like, anything so you may draw or write, as well as paints will appear or any form of canvas you need, as the Lord has provided." Irja looked back at Rat, her brows furrowed in both confusion and fear as rat sighed shaking her head. Rat pointed to a little tiny vanity on the right wall, white and pearls ornamented the frame, as well as pearls made up the handle bars, to the right of it was a long length mirror, eight feet tall, five feet wall that had pearls decorating the frame. "Lord Lucifer has also provided you with a means of human things, makeup, ointments, anything you like will be in those drawers, as well as a mirror so you may admire yourself." Rat's ears twitched atop her head, before she nodded her head. There seemed to be no other doors, or portals that Irja noticed, and the room was lighting itself up. Irja gulped and Rat looked up at her giggling before she shook her head. "You'll be able to speak more clearly now, Acid and I helped fix your vocal chord, though it'll still be painful. So please little halfbred, speak!" The four female demon's had their attention on her, Irja found the clothing pooling in her naked lap. A mixture of yellows and reds, as well as some black. She pulled it up covering her bare chest as she looked at the three of them, so many questions were pouring through her head.

"How..how did you know where I was? Who are you? How has Lucifer known about me all along? What does he want with me?" Irja was spilling the questions out one after another, but she winced in pain from them. Acid bellowed a laugh as Irja looked at the thing she was covering herself, it was a dress made out of pure silk. "Why..are there all these nice things?" Irja gulped, as Acid had laughed, rat clapped her hands together, Siren sighed, and locust ignored the whole event.

"Dress first, we'll answer questions later. There is always time for answers later.." Siren sighed at her own words, bored with the whole mockery. "If you must know why you are here, then you should have asked your father when you first met him. I'm so bored with explaining..hurry up little girl." Siren shook her head at Irja, yawning again. Irja gulped, moving further on the bed as she pulled around the clothing of the dress. Had Vicarious known all along that Lucifer knew about her? That he had wanted her? It didn't make sense, then again none of this made much sense. Still she found her way, pulling the dress on her though jumping as Acid grabbed the cloth and helped pull it down.

"Stand up." Irja gulped, not bothering to fight with Acid as she got to her feet. She allowed the creature to pull the dress all the way down, the fabric pool by her feet on the bed. Her long hair was pulled onto her back gently by Acid as well, and Irja noticed her hair had been brushed, thorns were tangled in her hair, black thorns. Acid moved her large hands, a few fingers trying to pull a belt clasp before she gave up. "Rat! Clip her dress together!" Acid's voice rattled, annoyed.

"Yes, Yes. Allow me dear halfbred." Rat scampered closer to the bed as Acid pulled away. Her little claws dug into the bedding as she used them as a makeshift rope to climb onto the bed. Though by the time she was on the top of the mattress and blanket, she had fallen forward panting for breath. After a few seconds, Rat got back to her feet, patting down the lavender cloth she had on her that barely covered her body. "Now then. Let's see." Rat came closer, tugging on the black parts of the dress Irja wore. She realized, to her own pleasure, that the dress covered her from head to toe, though the fabric was too see through for Irja's taste. Rat pulled a black clasp to Irja's right shoulder blade, snapping it in place on the fabric, before she pulled another one to Irja's left hip snapping that in place. This caused the dress to hug her curves, her breasts, though it hung loosely around her private and ass and Irja twisted in discomfort. She had never worn silk before, and the fabric was soft but the way it was pinned made her uneasy. Rat pulled away clasping her hands together as she sighed. "Perfect. Now then. You wait here little halfbred, when the Lord is ready to see you, he'll send guards. Though, I wish someone could have buzzed that in my ear earlier!" Rat swatted the space near one of her ears, a purple locust left it before darting back to the swarm above the book. "You have a real knack for things Anna!" Rat glared over her shoulder at the swarm of locusts who looked up from the book to stare at them. She closed the large black book, Anna was Locusts real name, before she began to pull the book into the black portal sighing as Siren and Acid began to follow.

"I just got word in the book that Lucifer will send for her when he's ready. We've done our work, let us go take care of other things. I'd like if you didn't say my real name in front of the halfbred." Rat jumped off the bed, watching as Locust disappeared into the black portal, Siren followed quickly after, and then Acid. Rat huffed looking back up at Irja who only stared before she too turned to look at the portal and started to scamper away.

"There is no way in or out for you little halfbred. Only with Lucier's approval is anyone allowed in your room, and you are not allowed out without his. Please remembered this, don't think this portal will lead you out like it will for us.." Rat stopped in front of the portal looking back at the silent Irja. Rat's eyes fell as she sighed, as if she pitied the girl. "You know..many demons will be jealous of you, Lucifer had wanted you since the beginning, not all of us can be happy about such a thing." Rat turned then, and disappeared into the portal leaving Irja alone in the room staring at the sight.

"What the fuck?" Irja's brows furrowed before she fell on her butt on the bed huffing. "Guess I wait.."​