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A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

IN the darkness he watched, listening as she shifted around, as she smacked her pillow, and as she tossed and turned. As time passed, minutes, hours, he finally chirped in, "Restless? Troubled mind?"

He was still smiling. He was fairly certain he was the cause of her inability to rest after all. Just another victory in his tally, each one helping him move closer to the end of the war. He waited in the dark, chained up, to see just what she might do in the face of this last impudence. He was starting to understand the situation, and was now testing just how far he could twist it.
 
Anjelay got out of the bed and walked over to him. She felt miserable and ready to make him pay. Laying her hand on his shoulder, she sent a jolt of hot pain through his body. Keeping it there, she waited until she felt better before giving him some relief. "Don't think my niceness yesterday will continue," she warned. "You will only speak when spoken to. If you must ask me a question, you will first ask for permission to speak. If I say no, you will not continue."

She glared at him. "You will be my servant until I deem you worthy to start your training. You will do what I say,when I say. Also, for each time I think you aren't approaching with the proper humilty deserved to a deity, you will be punished."

A tight smile graced her features. "Now, do you understand?"
 
The pain caused him to tense up, nowhere to thrash, nowhere to run from it. His jaws clenched tight, a long grunt coming from him as he tried to bear through it as best as he could. When it was over, he sagged in his restraints, his head hanging slack, chin against his best. It took him some effort to slowly raise his head, looking back at his captor. He was panting, catching his breath, but there was still a smile on his face.

"Petty... childish... incompetant... you don't deserve humility," he answered her, puncuated by a large thick wad of spit he lauched out at her face.
 
Anjelay tried to count to ten when that spit hit her face. She really tried. She barely got past three. Without thinking, she struck him across the face. "If that's how you want it, you can stay there," she snarled and left him. She wiped off the spit and had her servants help her get dressed. A hot meal was brought in for Nikolia, but kept where he could see it. He wouldn't eat until she decided.

She had a room for toture. It was a 'gift' from a past lover and she had never used it. She decided to start now. "I want this cleaned up," she told a servant. If he was going to push her, she would push back. And when he was broken and bleeding at her feet, she would think about healing him. Think about it, but probably won't.
 
As the servant came in to drop off the food, Nikolia called out to her/him, drawing the servant's attention with a sharp hissing sound. He repeated it several times, trying to se if he could get hte servant to flinch, blink, or otherwise pay attention to him. If he could get hte servant's attention he'd start out with a simple bit.

"What's your name?"
 
The servant blinked, not sure if he should talk to the prisoner. He had never seen his mistress so angry. Normally, Anjelay was the kindest goddess ever, her servants enjoyed a good life. He did not trust anyone who would cause such a change in her.

Thinking he could get some information for his Mistress, he said, "I am called Thoren." Still keeping his distance, he added, "What do you want?"

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When the room was cleaned, Anjelay surveyed it. It looked nice, some chains to keep him in place were on the ceiling and wall. Impliments of torture that she had never seen before were hanging up all over the place. This should help her, she decided. If nothing else, it would help her get her anger out.
 
Least they weren't mindless slugs. This got filed away in Nikolia's mind, linking the face e was with the name Thoren, just in case he ever ended up having to serve him again. He smiled at the servant, "Nikolia," he replied, giving his name to the man, hoping to put a more casual spin on what was unfolding.

"I just wanted to talk. To hear something of the outside. That's all. A little bit of news, some story, scuttlebutt out there. Just a bit to pass the time," he explained calmly, he had nohting against the goddess's servants, yet. There was no need to hide any anger, disgust, or distaste towards the servants. If not for the fact he was chained from the wall it might have just been any casual meeting.
 
Theron shrugged, still not trusting him. "There isn't anything to tell," he said. "I'm sure you know about the war between Jorter and Kelseru. My Lady is putting her support in the war. But, you already knew that."

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Anjelay started back to her chambers, wanting to relax in her bath. Maybe she'd let Nikolia bathe, but only if he was willing to behave. She paused at the door, listening to the conversation inside.
 
"Aye, that I know. ANd Jorter is going to lose. At the very least, he cannot win. His followers are too large a target, completely out in the open. The Kalserens are fighting a guerilla war, not letting thsoe morons he calls Generals get the open fight he wants. Whittling them down piece by peice. I can't imagine he has much longer before so many folowers die... that his power starts to fade away."

Nikolia shrugged it off, at least, as best as he could restrained. It wasn't news. The Kalserens have always be individualists. By thier nature they didn't tend to have armies. And as such they were killers in the night, stalking and harrassing, coming at them from a thousand different angles, in a thousand different ways.

"She's a bit daft, your mistress. No offense, but you can tell she doesn't do this too often. Makes all the rookie mistakes. I can hardly imagine how she'd fare if she got drawn into this conflict."
 
Theron frowned. "My Mistress has never really needed to torture anyone, true. She is a kind woman, one we are glad to serve. The past few years has been taking its toll on her. Your master's betrayal and her brother's demands, she has been pushed to the edge."

Theron turned to leave. At the door, he said, "I gladly serve my mistress, winning or losing." He left, not seeing Anjelay in the shadows. She waited a few minutes before entering the room. She ignored the fact he was talking to her servant. Hopefully, if he didn't know she knew, then she could have Theron get information from him.
 
"YOur manservant doesn't possess much of that wisdom you're supposed to represent, does he? Even a rat knows when to leave a sinking ship."

Hell of a greeting indeeed. Nikolia started talking again as soon as Anjelay came through the door and into sight. He shook his head slowly at the very idea of her misguided servants.

'Course... it doesn't have to be. YOu're fighting a battle that didn't even exist, doesn't exist. To think a Goddess of Wisdom could be so daft."
 
Anjelay didn't answer him, only reached over and zapped him. "If I must, I will cut out your tongue," she said. "You wish to speak, you first must have permission." She didn't bother answer him, he hadn't been respectful. She was not going to tolerate him any more.

Sitting down, she pulled his food tray to her. Picking up some of the fruit, she took a bite. "Too bad you can't behave. This is really good."
 
Nikolia started coughing as the pain went through him, but that cough broke out into a chuckle as the pain died down, and isntead he watched the Goddess's little ploy, the latest in her leraning curve. He hurt, he knew that, every bit of him was aching from being kept in this position, and her random bouts of violence. But the pain was something he was familiar with. He could cope with it, fight through it. It still hurt, it still made his life uncomfortable, he still anted it to stop. But he had a tolerance.

"There you go. Finally starting to learn the 101 courses eh? You're all stick, need some carrot. But it's too simple, not enough. That migth get a minor consession out of someone, after days of hunger... but you have to know your target. Surprised you didn't think about that already, move beyond these chump change rounds."

The pain fed the resistance. It was easy to be angry, to hate someone who was hurting you. It made you want to lie, to trick, to strike back however you could. If only these rookies realized it. Pain was useful, as part of a program, not a solution.
 
"You want a carrot, little boy, here it is," Anjelay snapped, "just behave and you get down. Continue to behave, and you continue to gain freedoms. Why can't you get that through? I tried to be nice to you, and you blew it! Take it like a man!"

She passed him by, walking into the bathroom. Slamming the door, she sank to the floor. The war wasn't going well, and it was only a matter of time before Kalseru killed her brother. Her plan was failing. Her life was nearly over.
 
Nikolia leaned back against the wall, wondering if the Goddess could hear him while she was in there. Probably. She was supposed to be a Goddess after all. He used his nuckles the rap back against the wall, weak as it was, hoping to get her attention.

"I do feel bad for you," he said. There was no jeering this time, it at least sounded sincere, if not a close fake. His eyes looked up towards the cieling, she wasn't there to look in the eye after all. "I was going to kill him anyway. Always was going to. If you had not been so heavy handed, capturing me, it wouldn't have come to this. Then you showed me exactly what I needed when he removed his hand. You're fighting a battle that doesn't exist as I said. All you really need to do is let me go, and go about my business. If you want to do more to assure my victory, so be it."

"But this... thing... is not who you are. It's not your strength. Surely you are not enjoying this, just get it over with, and have your revenge."
 
Anjelay walked out of the bathroom, trying to look brave. Looking at Nikolia she said, "You really still promise to kill Kalseru? If I let you go, you'll still do that?"

She placed her hands on either side of his body, leaning in. "You may not think there is much of a war, but it's not just down there, Nikolia. When one god challenges another, it's also fought here in the heavens. The other gods are picking sides, they can't just sit back and let it take its course. Kalseru has challenged my brother, and that makes it my business."
 
"There's only one problem with the plan," he answered her. He fliched just slightly when she touched him. He still hurt, his body ached, and her hands upon him was not really helping. But he kept his gaze locked upon her eyes, staring her dead on.

"I'll end up taking Kalseru's place. Someone needs to fill the void, or nothing changes. You want this war the end, we would need to come up with a reason for it to end."
 
She noticed him flinch. "I didn't hurt you too much, did I," she asked. She stroked her hands over his body, healing the damage. "I guess I got a little carried away."

Looking into his eyes, she said, "I think we're both adults here. We can come up with an agreement that will prove beneficial to all of us." Smiling, she took a step back. "How about we discuss this," she said and released him. "Maybe you'd like to bathe?"
 
As the restraints released, Nikolia fell forward, crashing to the floor on his hands and knees. He remained there for a good half minute, letting his legs get the circulation back as he stared at the Goddess's feet. He pulled himself up slowly, making sure his legs would hold him up as he stepped up towards the Goddess. "Yes, I would, it sounds lovely."
 
Anjelay helped him into the bathroom. Her tub was really a large pool with naturally heated water and a fountains. It was the only real luxery she allowed herself. This was where she came to think. Keeping a hand on Nikolia's arm, she helped him into the water.

"I can have some bath oils brought up for you," she said. "Or you can use mine. If you need anything, let me know."
 
He could feel his muscles just seeming to ooze right off his bones as he was lowered int he water. The tension just slipped away with the soothing warmth, and a contented smile came back to his face. His hand reached up, holding onto the hand that Anjelay helped him into the water with. His head rolled back, staring up at her with that smile on his face. "Please, join me if you will," he asked her softly. Yes, no, what have you, after he said that he let himself slip under the water, just enjoying the sensation of being immeserd in its warmth.

Another of Kalseru's teachings, if you can achieve the finer things in life, enjoy them. They fought hard and played hard, and such luxuries, even as simple as a warm bath, was something they learned to savor.
 
Anjelay took off her dress, laying it on the ground. She rang for a servant and instructed him to bring Nikolia new clothes and a fresh plate of food. Then, turning back to her 'guest' she eased herself in the water. The warmth lapped at her body, soothing her where it touched. She reached over and grabbed a bottle of her finest oils, a scent that she had only used when Kalseru stayed with her. It was manly, something that she thought even Nikolia would enjoy.

"Here, this will help," she said, pouring a little of the oil in her hands. She rubbed her palms together and then took his arm, slowly massaging the oil in. Her deft fingers made quick work of the sore muscles and aches from being chained for so long.
 
Nikolia rose out of the water slowly as Anjelay rubbed the oils in. He let out a contented sigh as he broke the water's surface. His eyes were closed, taking in the moment. The scent reached him, Nikolia taking a deep breath, letting it swirl around inside him before he exhaled again. That smile was still on his face as he opened his eyes. "A man could get used to this," he murmured softly. His chest rose and fell slowly as he breathed deep, taking every full measure of the sensations here, the heat, the feeling of the water, the scents, and the goddess's hands upon him. "I'll have to find some way to repay you."
 
Anjelay smiled, working her way down to his hand. She massaged his palm and fingers. "I'm sure we can think of a way for you to repay me," she said. She already had a few ideas in mind. After all, when Kalseru died, there would be an opening. Nikolia would, naturally, take the god's place. This time, however, Anjelay wasn't planning on being forgotten in another's myth. A new god would attract followers, and as that god's lover, so would she. Her follower's were dwindling and her powers were not as strong. She needed faith, and she was willing to ride on his success to get it.

Moving to the other side of his body, she started on the other arm. She could feel him relaxing. Things were starting to look her way.
 
Nikolia seemed to almost purr as he floated on the surface of the water, letting Anjelay tend to his weary muscles. He finally spoke, softly, not wanting to break the mood he was in right now, "Sounds like you already have something in mind," he murmured quietly. He could almost feel his tired muscles just melting away under her careful touch, leaving a warm feeling behind, disconnected in a numbing way, as though he had been carried away from all his worldly ills.
 
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