Le Sacre du Prince [rhm21 & YellowSmoke]

[YellowSmoke]

Main cast:
Lilith Steele (17)
Will Steele (21)
Marilyn Chambers (16)


As darkness crept over the Northern Mountains, an eerie silence stretched its limbs through the dense wood just outside of Wisborg. Even the birds of the night were strangely silent as Lilith's heavy black boots pressed upon the dry earth and carried her through the narrow vale where the trees all leaned together and canopied overhead, making the trodden trail seem like an ominous tunnel. It was an effect which the youth was quite fond of, particularly on nights as clear as tonight, when the pale moon cast its light on the small country town and could occasionally be glimpsed through the jagged branches above her.

At 17, Lilith was fresh-faced and beautiful: her flawless, sallow skin was offset by jet black hair which hung down to her breasts, and the blue of her eyes was so pale that they seemed to be made of glass. Despite the chill of the night, she wore a short, frilled black skirt and fishnet stockings with a hole in one thigh, and her slim, shapely torso was clad in a black tank top and a worn hoodie with thumb holes in the cuffs. She had grown up in Wisborg, and often liked to spend time out in the wilderness, where she felt most at home. Before her, the ground levelled out and the trees parted, giving way to the old town graveyard which she loved so much. She would have to bring Marilyn out here.

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"Marilyn! Turn that racket down; I'm going to sleep! You should too; it's midnight and you've got school in the morning!"

As her father trundled off to bed, Marilyn Chambers rolled her green eyes and snatched up her headphones in one slender hand, and in a moment her room was silent. Candlelight cast flickering shadows upon the wall behind her as she settled back against her bed's headboard, and fast, atmospheric black metal sounded from the headphones which covered her ears. She was only 16, but already had made up her mind that the adult life her parents lived was nothing she'd ever take part in. Life was a dark and mysterious affair, and so it was darkness and mystery to which she devoted most of her time.

Safe in the knowledge that Mr. and Mrs. Chambers had retired for the night, Marilyn slid open the top drawer of her night stand, lit some incense, and produced a half-smoked joint from which - once lit - she pulled heavily. Her fondness for the drug had been the cause of her being expelled from her previous school, so for the time-being she got stoned only in the privacy of her own gloomily-lit room. Her parents had uprooted her after her expulsion in late March, and by the beginning of the new school year, the family had relocated to Wisborg. School had begun a little less than three weeks ago, and Marilyn was settling in rather apathetically. She would remember today, however, as the first day she met Lilith Steele.

Crossing her bare legs beneath her, the teenager plucked a crow's foot from atop her night stand and turned it over in her hands. Her hair - dark black with dyed red streaks - fell down in front of her face as she gazed at the limb, and once again inspected its curved talons, and the minute fragments of dirt which lay between the folds of hard skin. It's so pretty, she thought. I'll have to get Lilith something in return.

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Picking her way through unkempt tufts of grass and aged headstones, Lilith walked towards the north-eastern corner of the graveyard, where the imposing stone mausoleum of the town's founder, Anton Leavy, stood bathed in pale moonlight. While across town Marilyn was thinking of Lilith, so too was the young girl's pretty face playing on Lilith's mind. Will will be pleased, she thought to herself, smiling softly. Now where is he? He should be here already...

"Brother? Are you here?"

 

[rhm21]

Will Steele, or Willem Faust Steele to give him his full title, was a sinister creature of the dark. At 21, and a height of 6ft 4, he was a rather intimidating figure with youthful good looks and dark hair which, like his sister's, produced a stark contrast with his pale flesh. His chest was slightly wider than his waist, with long arms and broad shoulders that created a large framed body that made Will look almost like a giant. He had a penchant for dark clothing and was known for combining black jeans with plain black shirts and leather boots. On occasion, Will would also appear with a hat of leather, with a wide brim and black sunglasses with think lenses. To the naive psychologist, Will's attire may be mistaken as showing insecurity and a shyness from social interaction. And although he would not interact with many of the local Wisborgians, he was anything but insecure. Will knew very well that people were afraid of him.

From an early age, Will's frame and uneasy demeanour had been unsettling to others. He found it very easy to get his way and to make people do his bidding. His sister was especially good at bowing to his whim and granting his requests. Although she seemed mature and intelligent, Lilith was very childlike in her way and it stemmed from a need to please Will and to try and impress him. Their relationship was not conventional by the standards of normal siblings. It was certainly unusual the way the two interacted and many would deem it inappropriate. As Will had needed to raise Lilith himself from when he was 16, as their mother had died and their father had disappeared, they grew even closer than they had been. But this had apparently led to unusual conduct within the household, from insisting that Lilith be nude on command around the house to making perform sexual deeds for him and friends of his. His sister may have been obliging but no one could deny that this type of sibling relationship was disturbing. Will loved being able to control people's actions, and he would soon use this ability to devastating effect. He would just need the right time to enact his plans for Wisborg and begin his cruel mission.

By the time Will had turned 21, he had acquired a small gathering of followers. It consisted mostly of women, many of him not only providing sexual favours to Will but had also been deflowered by him as put of initiations into his 'congregation'. He sometimes referred to it as this but it was clear to outsiders that it was a cult. Will was the clear leader of the group and his second in command was his beloved sister, Lilith. The pair of them gathered what outcasts they could find and persuaded them to be a part of their group. Dozens were now members and they would meet infrequently in an abandoned church in the Copeland Forest, the large woodland area west of town. It was rarely ventured into due to supposed town history of a child murderer who had lived in the forest. Little if any proof of his existence could be found in achives but folklore makes for a better story than fact. As people kept away from Copeland, it was ideal for congregation meets.

Will was due to meet up with Lilith by the mausoleum in the graveyard. Although a suitable place to meet under cover of darkness, it had been Lilith's idea to go there. He emerged from the darkness of the woodland, shrouded in mist and blending into the dark night, barely noticeable in the glow of the moon. He startled his young sister, having appeared as though he had sprung from nowhere and his sudden presence was almost something of magic. He approached Lilith, stepping with almost complete silence despite his size. Will was sometimes so quiet when moving, it was as though he was floating rather than walking. He took the back of her neck in his hand and bit into her shoulder tightly. His naturally sharp teeth pierced her flesh and blood was drawn. It was nothing to do with fetishism. Will did not pretend he was a vampire and did not actively drink blood, it was to continue marking his sister as his own. He could share her as he pleased, but her body and her will were his and she would be marked as such. He wiped the blood from his lips and ran his tongue up her neck before taking a step back.

'Dear sister,' he said. 'What is the news you have gathered for me?'

 

[YellowSmoke]

Lilith jumped in surprise, grinning as the fright faded to pleasure and she felt her brother's teeth sink into her flesh. She winced, but it was a pain she knew well, and one which brought excitement with it. It thrilled her to feel the exertion of Will's dominance, his will to do to her as he pleased, just as here was a security too to be found in being his little plaything. Though she was not and never would be his equal, and security did not necessarily equate to safety. With Will on her side, the raven-haired youth would always be safe, but there was always a sense of unpredictability around her tall, powerful sibling. It would be unwise for anyone to assume safety in his presence, even Lilith.

A deep groan of pleasure welled up from her throat as she felt her flesh clasped between his teeth, pleasure only heightened by the pre-existing bruising running along her shoulders and the nape of her neck. The markings were more than just consequence to her; they signalled her as his, and his alone. Certainly, she could enjoy others, but that was only a passing pleasure; her heart and body belonged to Will.

"Exciting news," she grinned, when he'd released her from his embrace, and she turned to look up at his imposing figure. "I made a new friend today..." Restrained excitement played upon her features and her voice bore the tones of a little girl taking pleasure in something which was wrong; she was sure that Will would be pleased when he met Marilyn, and she did so love to please her brother. "Her name is Marilyn, and she's sweet as can be. Cute, too. I'm sure you'll like her." True enough, she didn't know her very well yet, but she'd gathered enough from their conversations between classes, over lunch and after school, to be confident that she fit the bill.

Nought but a few wispy clouds scarred the clear night sky overhead, and as the gibbous moon gleamed upon its star-dotted canvas, Lilith told Will all about Wisborg's new student. She was withdrawn but friendly, seemingly apathetic when it came to school work but she did seem to share an interest in the occult, and Lilith had already begun to seduce her with the gift of a crow's foot. She wasn't part of any particular crowd and didn't seem to want to be, but once the pair had gotten talking it was clear that she was eager to make friends; she just hadn't expected to find the kind of friends she wanted out here in the country.

"She's already excited to meet you," Lilith added with a impish grin. "I only told her enough to make her curious, but I told her that there was something mystical about you, that you had a powerful energy... which isn't really a lie." Giggling, she looked up at Will with adoration, one hand reaching out to grip the fabric of his shirt.

 

[rhm21]

Will listened intently to the excited mumblings of his sister. Her childlike demeanour was almost intolerable to me. If it weren't for their shared blood, Will would consider cutting her off and leaving her to fend for herself. He'd taken care for her for so long, it was starting to wear on him. He was growing tired of her presence. But she was a good little helper, and was always eager to please him, even sexually. He very much enjoyed dominating her, and although she was his alone, he still considered room for others we could be equal part minions and sex toys. Play things for Will.

Her hand was holding on to the fabric of his shirt, like a child holding his mother's skirt so they wouldn't be lost in the crowd. All she ever seemed to want was his love and approval. To this day, Will rarely gave her either. He had little emotion for his sister or for others. He rarely looked upon someone as an equal. He'd sooner kill a person than put them on the same pedastal as himself. He grabbed Lilith's hand tightly and ripped it from his shirt before letting go of it. He almost broke a bone he gripped it so hard but he didn't. Lucky for her.

'It's good that she's curious. But she can't just be in the mind to consider it. We need to make her want it. YOU need to make her want it,' said Will, his tone low and commanding. He needed to make it clear that although Lilith was trying, she needed to try harder. 'I want our numbers to increase and we need all we can get. This town doesn't respect us, or take us seriously. But they will. And she will be just one of many new acolytes. I want you to befriend her, seduce her if you must. She will be a part of our gathering. I hope I am making myself clear to you,' he said, looking down at his sister. He knew she would do what he asked, but he liked standing over her and seeing the childish fear in her eyes. She'd never let her obedience wane because he would never allow her to. He wouldn't let her be free and he wouldn't let allow her to question him.

Will grabbed a handful of Lilith's black hair and passionately kissed her lips, sliding his tongue down her throat. Their lips locked together and he held her close by placing his other hand on her ass. He would enjoy her body again soon, whether she would or not. He slid his tongue out of her mouth and gave her one final kiss. 'Be sure that it is done, sister.'

 

[YellowSmoke]

The raven-haired youth winced as her hand was pried away, but with honed practice she held a pleasant, obedient demeanour. She felt such an exterior endeared her to her brother, and she did so strive to please him. She would have said she did it out of love, but it was as much out of fear of drawing his wrath that she behaved so. In truth, she had rarely drawn his wrath, but that did not stop the fear from forming deep within her subconscious. Even through Marilyn she was trying to please him; the girl was cute and sexy, and like most men he had urges which needed sating. It gave her a giddy thrill to imagine what pleasures Will might draw from the girl, and while some might have been jealous at the idea of them copulating, Lilith knew no such envy: she belonged to her brother, and that would never change.

"I will," she nodded, a little disappointed that he did not seem interested in seducing the girl himself. She loved to see him act and to know the truth beneath the façade. "She's new here, she'll be eager to make friends... it'll be easy." Ironically, of all those who associated with Will, it was Lilith who took his powers the least seriously of all, though she would never admit it to him. She simply liked to watch the world burn, and consume others in its flames, and she drew a sick, if naïve pleasure in seeing her brother exploit others for his own sinister ends. She'd been his trustworthy second for most of her teenage years, and the darkness he exuded had enveloped all she knew. At heart she was still a girl, just a little twisted, and Will was the father figure which she'd never had parentally.

When morning came, a gentle fog hung about Wisborg, obscuring the horizon and the ends of its long, narrow streets. Through the haze which would seem to freeze everything in the rendering of a still life, the town's inhabitants destroyed the illusion in their busy to-ing and fro-ing, parents carting their kids off to school before making their way to work, elderly citizens shuffling slowly to the shop for a morning paper, cigarettes, or whatever else might take their fancy, and Marilyn pulled her trim, long black coat tight around her and strode briskly through the mist towards the high school. She was looking forward to seeing Lilith again - the one friend she'd made - and again she pondered what to give her in return for the crow's foot, which she had stashed in her coat's inside pocket. Around her eyes was shade the same red as that which streaked her hair, and fallen dry leaves crumpled beneath fresh black sneakers as she crossed the green which separated the school from her residential area. For all her love of the macabre and the grotesque, she was buoyed by the new friendship she'd acquired. She would never call friendship beautiful, but in her heart she knew it to be so.

Her new friend was nowhere to be seen as she made her way to her locker and killed the few minutes she had to spare before first period, but the two shared history together, and that particular class would be succeeded by lunch. She had only to make it through the morning with dying of boredom.

 

[rhm21]

As the morning light dawned over Wisborg and the residents were strolling about in their daily routines, Will was resting in their Steele family home. Whilst he did have his own bedroom from the days that his parents were alive, he preferred to remain in the sizeable basement rooms below the house. They were dark and poorly lit but it was a place that Will could suitable call a dungeon. He never called it by that name, but it certainly had the feel of one. It had a caged area that he would occasionally put his acolytes if they seemed out of turn. They would usually be in there for a day or two and it would restore their obedience. Will also had a number of sexual torture devices, such as powerful machines that would thrust oversized dildos into various orifices. He wouldn't always do it for provided sexual pleasure to disciples but he would sometimes use it as another means of punishment, stretching out holes further than they would normal be and doing it without lubrication. He'd sometimes let Lilith watch and have control of the settings of the device, letting her change the speed at will. There were various chains and harnesses in the basement to tie people up. Will was a sadist in every sense and he enjoyed being dominant.

Will got out of his bed in the basement and sat on the edge. His bed was a king-sized, with plenty of room for any young maidens that he desired to keep for himself for the night. He would keep as many as three at a time with him some nights and they would all have to satisfy his sexual needs, which could take them a while as Will was not an easy man to satisfy. Only Lilith seemed to be able to satisfy him alone and that was due to the years he had used her for his sexual needs. She always seemed willing to do so and it never bothered her that her brother wanted her sexually. Will also got very little in the way of sleep. He was an insomniac and survived on as little as an hour a day of sleep. He was almost superhuman, as his strength and energy never seemed to wane from having so little in the way of rest. He was a powerful figure and he used it will to assert himself as being superior to all those for followed him, and even those who did. Will believed that no one was greater than he, his narcissism fueling his ego. He was never so blatant about it and rubbing people's faces in it, but it was clear from his demeanour that he thought of himself to be superior to everyone.

Will hoped to hear from his sister soon about their possible new member, Marilyn. Lilith seemed excited at the prospect of having her as part of their group, though Will was not interested in what friends Lilith could make. He merely wanted his numbers to expand to allow him a greater variety of sexual partners amongst his followers. One reason he had such a considerable number of people following him was his sexual dominance. Like soldiers in old wars, rape would be used as a method of control over the female population of POWs. They would be more obedient to their captors after having been sexually abused, and Will also would use this with his group. He did not need to do it often, but if there were any lone wolves straying from the pack, he would use this method to remind them that he was their leader. Will's dungeon of devices, chains and harnesses were helpful to him in this endeavour. He imagined that if Marilyn was a new girl who had a fondness for Lilith, he would not need to use this method to keep her in his group. He knew that Lilith had the girlish charm to convince her to join and the persuasive playfulness to keep Marilyn in the group. Lilith was Will's greatest asset in bringing in young girls to the group and he knew that Lilith would succeed with persuading Marilyn.