The Beginning of Eveligne Dare
Chapter 1
Bitch, Please.
Hi. My name is Eveligne Dare. Now, if you say it out loudly and very fast, it sounds like, "Devil May Care." Well, that's exactly how I live. Now. I may sound like a total bitch, but if you were made out to be a sinner and a bitch your entire life, how would that make you feel? Exactly, bitchy, right?
Now. This century, I go by Eveligne Dare. The last one I went by was Isabella Lyon, whom tragically died getting mauled by mountain lions while out camping six years back. So sad, but true. This one wants to be thinner, this one wants to get the girl. But do I help them? Yes, indeed.
Now, Eveligne Dare is an "exotic dancer" up in the city of Las Vegas in the downtown strip. And who, may you ask, is this Eveligne Dare? Well, right now, she is me. Though, I'll get to that part later. Or, you'll piece it together by yourself. I'm assuming you're smart.
Now, Eveligne Dare has two best friends. This century, they go by Lillian Tombs and Vikki Hughes. Lillian Tombs is the owner of this exotic dance club, and Vikki Hughes bartends at this same club. You'll link together this coincidence soon enough, my children.
Though, right now, Eveligne Dare is in the back of an alley, two short swords covered in black ichor in both hands. A grim smile etched on her face. Though, right now, Eveligne Dare is not herself, no, she is Eve. I am Eve. Bitch, please.
In front of me, a figure was hunched over it's bleeding stomach, smoothly sliced by my short swords, it coughed up it's blood, it's black ichor of acid, and moaned in pain. Though, don't worry. The figure wasn't even remotely human.
The funny thing was, I was still in my work uniform. My black string bikini hugged my hips and figure, outlining my body greatly. And even better, it hid the small smudges of blood and speckles of the black acid known as ichor. Or, Daemon blood, as it was more commonly called.
"You gonna spill soon? I have to get back to work." I yawned nonchalantly. I widened my stance a little more and loosened my death grip on the hilts of the swords.
They were of Blessed Trinity, my swords. The two halves of a whole, because in both of them resided the power of the Holy Spirit and of The Son, though only half of The Father's resided in both, only a miniscule, and if the swords were separated, would not be complete without the other, which is why I held both.
I watched the Daemon before me grunt a laugh and then cough up more of it's black ichor, so dark and swirling full of acid and venom. It stirred enough to where it cam to a sitting position and I felt my body subconsciously go into a ready stance.
I felt the runes engraved into the hilt of the swords on my palms, saw the slight golden glow the swords gave off out of the corner of my eye. I could see the Daemon's eyes widen in the dark of the alley and watch as it was mesmerized by their power. I felt nothing.
"Well?" I snapped, taking a step closer to the Daemon. It looked up at me, now fully realizing that it was in no mere stripper's presence, but me, an Original.
"You're-" It started.
"Shut the fuck up and just tell me the information you have accumulated over the years, Tungen." I interrupted smoothly, my voice calm and reassuring, though the cold glint I was sure was in my eyes pinning him to the spot.
"I . . . I don't know anything! How do you know my name?" Tungen asked, eyeing me warily. I gave him a gentle smile.
"I know all of my Children's names, and I know of all of the other Original's as well. Please, just tell me what I want to know and we will be done here." I replied, giving him a weak smile.
I was tired. I was hungry. And damnit, I wanted a Red Headed Slut to go with my mood. No, I'm not lesbian, it's a drink, dumbass. If you're wondering, its made of Yeager, peach, and something else I'm not entirely sure.
I looked at Tungen before me, gave him my, 'poor, sweet, innocent child,' look that any mother would give to her baby. Although I had just hurt him, and he was bleeding out profusely, I'm sure he would be fully healed back to normal in about thirty seconds, one minute tops.
He gave me a look like I had just whipped his puppy and swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. In the slight light, I could see he had sandy blonde hair, curling slightly onto the black collar of his dress shirt. He also wore black dress pants and black loafers. Which, I'm assuming, is the dress attire for Daemons tonight.
This Daemon, is part human, by the way. Or, used to be human. You see, he was born human, though was converted to a Daemon during the time he died, and they usually take upon the form of which they were their most beautiful and youthful, around the ages of 18 to the ages of 40. Lucifer gave you the age you were supposedly assigned.
Though, I wouldn't know, I'm not a Daemon.
And since this one was born human, and then converted to Daemon, then he was one of my Children. I lightly gripped my swords and took a small step closer, giving the impression I was just a mother approaching her scared, helpless child, of which he probably was.
"Darling," I used my gentle voice as it lowered to a coo and a purr, "my Child, I just want to know how to talk to Michael and Gabriel. Momma would so love it if you told me. Momma promises she won't hurt you again. I'm sorry I hurt you in the first place, I was just so . . . Saddened that my baby boy would lie openly to his Momma." I gave him my most sad, tired, and defeated look, staring into his black eyes, those liquid pools of dark night.
I loved my Children's eyes. They were so . . . Beautiful sometimes.
He shook his head and looked back at me, smiling slightly. "I'm not five, mother." He whispered. I gave a throaty laugh that I'm sure was beautiful and glorious to other people, which just irritated me because it gave the impression I almost never laughed. I did. Sometimes. Don't judge me.
I smiled down at him and reached out my right hand, still gripping my sword, and caressed his face, "Oh, but to me Darling, you are but still an infant. Now, just tell Momma how to get to Gabriel and Michael, and Momma will leave you alone for the rest of eternity." I cooed, pushing his rough hair out of his face.
His eyes shone wet as he gazed up at me. Bingo. He was Mesmerized, which means, I was about to get the information I needed.
"But, I don't want you to leave me, Mother." He cried, reaching out for me, his hands still covered in blood reaching for my face and tears streaked down his pale cheeks, reaching, clawing, whimpering for me to stay.
Sometimes, I really hated being cast out of Eden.
"Mama won't leave, Darling. Mama is going to stay right here. Just tell her what she wants to know, and she'll take you home." I whispered, searching his eyes. Though, this time, and I really hated doing this, but I pulled my power to me, enveloping it in a welcoming embrace.
I felt it wash over me, coming in warming and cooling tidal waves, feeling like a thousand ants charged full of electricity crawled inside me and awakening something in me that I greatly detested and yet, felt at home with.
I knew my eyes were changing colors. Knew without a doubt that their indigo colors were deepening to a black so sinister, so deep, that anyone watching would instantly get caught in their depths, their onyx night.
I knew, that the color grew outside of their irises, and even colored the whites of my eyes as well until there was nothing left.
I watched before me as Tungen grew stiff in my hands and then relaxed into me, his gaze never wavering, never leaving mine. His black eyes glazed over and a goofy, unsettling smile grew on his face. I had him.
Gritting my teeth against the feeling my magic had enclosed me in, the uncomfortable yet welcoming and calming, I smiled at Tungen in a sad way. "Where can Mommy find Gabriel and Michael?" I whispered, my voice sounding like thousands more than one, echoing off of one another, like in those scary movies.
He embraced me around my middle and clung to me, holding me as I held him. "Where can Mommy find Gabriel and Michael?" I cooed.
"Where the Absolute Realm resides,
And Winds push and pull the Tides,
There, waiting for you is your Demise,
In the Realm of Five."
I needed to find Armon.