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Flamette
Queen of Obscure Pairings
- Joined
- Apr 29, 2012
..Just like the deepest darkest oceans, its same...For the deepest darkest forests. No one can ever imagine what dwells with in? And just like how, all bodies of waters were contacted..In some way, or other, you could also find as were all trees, or more forests...
...But what would someone do? If they found out the truth? Yes....They were go between, to alien worlds. Places human kind wrote off as wild imaginations of the crazies, emotional stress. Then how would you explain, your moments of waking, when reality shifts to illusions an dreams..Astral projecting? Missing persons, our world is only so huge. You will end up going circles. So why have we yet to find these missing people then? Once their leads run dry? Hmm? What about demon possessions Now many believe these claims to be real. Yet they don't and cant accept, even these creatures need a play to dwell to call home too..So many answers and truths in our faces, no one chooses to accept, or refuses too
...Only the victims, and the now deem crazies and others that have been caught under theses pulls now see and understand. But being small in numbers, they are discredited. Committed, put on life endangering drugs, or brainwashed by society to be a sheep and not speak what they have seen...BUT THAT IS GLORY OF IT!...The darker entities love that..They can go on in the shadows and never be intruded in their work....
....It wasn't torment, or torturer eternal...As many, as she has heard, say constantly. However, it was strange and awkward, never the less. Though not, worth saying torment or torturer. She had much time to reflect on this, a few centuries, as a mater of fact. Nerve acing and anger provoking, at times..Perhaps...But endless suffering...? She didn't see it. Morbid and frightening, is what they would say, if any where able to hear thoughts. Or where able to see into the inter-workings of her mind.
Though to this child, Eva...It was a 'God-Send.' Even if she can accept, stand back, and understand the fact..Yes Her God-Send, was actually her Kidnapper, not her Hero. She didn't really care, this rarely seen force deemed her worthy, 'Kidnap-able' it pleased her and stroked her ego, in all the right ways. If it was not for this bittersweet, centuries-old union, of 'Master and Pet' she would been long gone.
Dead, and buried for roughly 200 years now, worm food. Decaying alone, with no visitors to leave her flowers. Since, even too..Her own family and friends would be in their own elaborated, box. Once buried, you will never see them again?
There no honor in death, maybe that is why, we all thrive to reach immortal?
To final have all of eternity, to do something right, and notable? Noble?
Once you are dead, you're dead. You can't fix your mistakes, or redeem yourself from the things you did to oneself or the others, among the living. So why can't she, enjoy her forced upon her servitude?
Never forgetting, she fears him, just as much as she loves him. Forever asking her self, ' What does he have planed , for me, truly? Through all this, she found his company a musing and very much welcomed experiences, that is until she angers him..Like any person. Immortal, undead, living..Whatever the case maybe. He was a force to be reckoned with. She surely, didn't have him wrapped around her finger. Though he had made it quite clear, to all others ungodly things wondering these inter-dimension, who wanted to take her for "test run" or eat her soul..That she was his "Pet" Then he would in return, always send them running..for their unholy life's.
...Reaching for a chipped, and poorly crafted a-temp teacup, Eva's eyes remind fix to her book. It was so engulfing. Who would have thought, that these other and over worlds. That sat upon, the humans. In these different plans and riffs on time, would have such mind blowing literature. She couldn't figure out how, none of these were sunk into her old life. With such mind altering corrupting literature, this was a sure away to get her kind to submit to the demons' rule.
She laughed. She was far, to strong of corruption. ..If only the poor child knew, she had been corrupted ages ago.
After living here for such time, she learned many demonic tongues and how to to trick a demon out of contact. She had learned and studied so much..Which lend her back, to thinking.."And they call me..captive..Blah..If I was..I would be chained and hand cuffed or..He would have eaten mys soul I would be mindless drone...MY! his neighbors are so rude..." As her cultured cadence, merely emphasized her point. Absentmindedly thumbing through, her weather-worn novel, that pretty much was bond and backed in human flesh. Taking one quick elegance, mug sip. Finishing, her now cold coffee.
She was snapped out of her thoughts. When hearing the 12th clock crime, of an old decrypted grandfather clock. Eva begun to get comfortable, hunkering under the covers. It was far later, then she had excepted.
Yes...Even they too where living things. Even they need sleep, food, and could/can create their own kind by the normal act of copulating, E.T.C..They merely were the races before, that of humans...They were of Supernatural/unexplained beginnings. As humans called it. Even they need the proper, law of nature to survive. Humans through ages, have so blown them out of proportion. Even, if they had unexplained abilities. That may over power mortals, they were still that of a humanoid existent, to a point...
...And Eva was keeping bad hours and she found her master, playfully scolding her, about that. Though it wasn't a laughing manner, he may have froze time for her. Only he couldn't cure, what allied her. Her Tuberculosis, forever came and went, but since she couldn't die, so easily now. She pretty much passed out in pools of her own blood. Always at the worst times too..Right after the floors were clean too....
Yawning, and just let her body go weak. Falling deeper to her pillows, but not before reaching for her bookmaker. Placing it between the last read pages, to gently rest it upon her bedside table. Reaching for a pillow, while rolling to her side. Hugging it close, with a content moan.
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Eva walked down "his" labyrinth. Purely made of forest with many paths, twist turns. Only the lucky ones had that privilege, to walk these grounds without meeting a strangely, untimely death. She was the lucky one. She lost a life, but gained another. One with power, stature, and if you stretched it a bit nobility. As being her Master's "Pet" Proxy, she was given special treatment. Earning his trust and respect, she had never failed him or questioned him...Much. She was still a child, it was come to be expected, she would still ask her master and question him, on a many thing.
She had grown use to the wide birth, the others gave her. During her jaunts in that other worldly marketplace/town mortals would call disturbing, sinful...Who would want to get on their master little ward's bad side. Death may come to you. So she never fully could believe, if their kindness to her was fear or, they were just accepting her as their own..200 Years in this universe. It would be about time, she would been seen as them...And not a mortal, lucky to gain their enlightenment..Immortally, and a position as well...
The town was hard to explain. As it looked to what you would accept to a small town to look. As it over look the woods. The main centerpiece, to their lord's playground/home. All your horrors, as a child to now adult would dwell with in. It was refreshing, Eva did remember some, but to have that power over them, always give her a wicked victorious look. To think they once hunted her dreams, and now she ruled them.. She grew out of them ages ago. ALONG before her master had taken her away, to this world. That was now her home, for last 2 centuries..But still, it was fun to watch them squirm when she would walk by, as they made her do, in days of old..of her old life....
...But what would someone do? If they found out the truth? Yes....They were go between, to alien worlds. Places human kind wrote off as wild imaginations of the crazies, emotional stress. Then how would you explain, your moments of waking, when reality shifts to illusions an dreams..Astral projecting? Missing persons, our world is only so huge. You will end up going circles. So why have we yet to find these missing people then? Once their leads run dry? Hmm? What about demon possessions Now many believe these claims to be real. Yet they don't and cant accept, even these creatures need a play to dwell to call home too..So many answers and truths in our faces, no one chooses to accept, or refuses too
...Only the victims, and the now deem crazies and others that have been caught under theses pulls now see and understand. But being small in numbers, they are discredited. Committed, put on life endangering drugs, or brainwashed by society to be a sheep and not speak what they have seen...BUT THAT IS GLORY OF IT!...The darker entities love that..They can go on in the shadows and never be intruded in their work....
....It wasn't torment, or torturer eternal...As many, as she has heard, say constantly. However, it was strange and awkward, never the less. Though not, worth saying torment or torturer. She had much time to reflect on this, a few centuries, as a mater of fact. Nerve acing and anger provoking, at times..Perhaps...But endless suffering...? She didn't see it. Morbid and frightening, is what they would say, if any where able to hear thoughts. Or where able to see into the inter-workings of her mind.
Though to this child, Eva...It was a 'God-Send.' Even if she can accept, stand back, and understand the fact..Yes Her God-Send, was actually her Kidnapper, not her Hero. She didn't really care, this rarely seen force deemed her worthy, 'Kidnap-able' it pleased her and stroked her ego, in all the right ways. If it was not for this bittersweet, centuries-old union, of 'Master and Pet' she would been long gone.
Dead, and buried for roughly 200 years now, worm food. Decaying alone, with no visitors to leave her flowers. Since, even too..Her own family and friends would be in their own elaborated, box. Once buried, you will never see them again?
There no honor in death, maybe that is why, we all thrive to reach immortal?
To final have all of eternity, to do something right, and notable? Noble?
Once you are dead, you're dead. You can't fix your mistakes, or redeem yourself from the things you did to oneself or the others, among the living. So why can't she, enjoy her forced upon her servitude?
Never forgetting, she fears him, just as much as she loves him. Forever asking her self, ' What does he have planed , for me, truly? Through all this, she found his company a musing and very much welcomed experiences, that is until she angers him..Like any person. Immortal, undead, living..Whatever the case maybe. He was a force to be reckoned with. She surely, didn't have him wrapped around her finger. Though he had made it quite clear, to all others ungodly things wondering these inter-dimension, who wanted to take her for "test run" or eat her soul..That she was his "Pet" Then he would in return, always send them running..for their unholy life's.
...Reaching for a chipped, and poorly crafted a-temp teacup, Eva's eyes remind fix to her book. It was so engulfing. Who would have thought, that these other and over worlds. That sat upon, the humans. In these different plans and riffs on time, would have such mind blowing literature. She couldn't figure out how, none of these were sunk into her old life. With such mind altering corrupting literature, this was a sure away to get her kind to submit to the demons' rule.
She laughed. She was far, to strong of corruption. ..If only the poor child knew, she had been corrupted ages ago.
After living here for such time, she learned many demonic tongues and how to to trick a demon out of contact. She had learned and studied so much..Which lend her back, to thinking.."And they call me..captive..Blah..If I was..I would be chained and hand cuffed or..He would have eaten mys soul I would be mindless drone...MY! his neighbors are so rude..." As her cultured cadence, merely emphasized her point. Absentmindedly thumbing through, her weather-worn novel, that pretty much was bond and backed in human flesh. Taking one quick elegance, mug sip. Finishing, her now cold coffee.
She was snapped out of her thoughts. When hearing the 12th clock crime, of an old decrypted grandfather clock. Eva begun to get comfortable, hunkering under the covers. It was far later, then she had excepted.
Yes...Even they too where living things. Even they need sleep, food, and could/can create their own kind by the normal act of copulating, E.T.C..They merely were the races before, that of humans...They were of Supernatural/unexplained beginnings. As humans called it. Even they need the proper, law of nature to survive. Humans through ages, have so blown them out of proportion. Even, if they had unexplained abilities. That may over power mortals, they were still that of a humanoid existent, to a point...
...And Eva was keeping bad hours and she found her master, playfully scolding her, about that. Though it wasn't a laughing manner, he may have froze time for her. Only he couldn't cure, what allied her. Her Tuberculosis, forever came and went, but since she couldn't die, so easily now. She pretty much passed out in pools of her own blood. Always at the worst times too..Right after the floors were clean too....
Yawning, and just let her body go weak. Falling deeper to her pillows, but not before reaching for her bookmaker. Placing it between the last read pages, to gently rest it upon her bedside table. Reaching for a pillow, while rolling to her side. Hugging it close, with a content moan.
-------------
Eva walked down "his" labyrinth. Purely made of forest with many paths, twist turns. Only the lucky ones had that privilege, to walk these grounds without meeting a strangely, untimely death. She was the lucky one. She lost a life, but gained another. One with power, stature, and if you stretched it a bit nobility. As being her Master's "Pet" Proxy, she was given special treatment. Earning his trust and respect, she had never failed him or questioned him...Much. She was still a child, it was come to be expected, she would still ask her master and question him, on a many thing.
She had grown use to the wide birth, the others gave her. During her jaunts in that other worldly marketplace/town mortals would call disturbing, sinful...Who would want to get on their master little ward's bad side. Death may come to you. So she never fully could believe, if their kindness to her was fear or, they were just accepting her as their own..200 Years in this universe. It would be about time, she would been seen as them...And not a mortal, lucky to gain their enlightenment..Immortally, and a position as well...
The town was hard to explain. As it looked to what you would accept to a small town to look. As it over look the woods. The main centerpiece, to their lord's playground/home. All your horrors, as a child to now adult would dwell with in. It was refreshing, Eva did remember some, but to have that power over them, always give her a wicked victorious look. To think they once hunted her dreams, and now she ruled them.. She grew out of them ages ago. ALONG before her master had taken her away, to this world. That was now her home, for last 2 centuries..But still, it was fun to watch them squirm when she would walk by, as they made her do, in days of old..of her old life....
