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Why...
He stared out at the night, alone, the desert chill sliced through him. He watched the ship fly away, why were they leaving? Why were… Why was…? Panic clawed at throat watching the red ship being engulfed in the night.
Why Were They Leaving Him!?
Who Were They!?
"Gray…Grayson!" his tongue whispered desperately. Don't leave me! Don't forget me! His mind screamed as his mouth wouldn't give him speech. Why were they leaving him!?
As quick as the thought had come it vanished, and a soft mewl grabbed his attention as he focused on breathing again. His charge was safe, that was all which mattered to him as he looked at the baby.
"They will be back," the woman spoke, his gaze was on the babe in her arms, sleeping soundly. Since waking it was his charge, his ward, the babe was his to care for. Demon's Head had entrusted the babe to him, he would not fail.
"They will not," Ra's voice was level, icy calm as he turned to him. The babe opened it's blue eyes, and something warm stirred in his chest as the woman neared him. her hand slid over his brow, then removed his goggles and the mask was slid off as her fingers traced his jaw kindly.
"You did well." She murmured as she kissed his cheek.
He said nothing as he stared at the baby in her arms. Those blue eyes, they made his heart warm up. It was a whisper of a memory there, which had his brow furrowing. He didn't belong here.
He wanted to go home…
The preparations were set and he smiled as he stared at the preparations of the candles laid out before them. It was all set, the groom was all which they were awaiting as the incantations old as time itself were spoken, the smoke swirled in the circle, and he watched in hopeful awe as the smoke swirled and then there was a gasp as lithe form scrambled out of the smoke, gasping as the body twisted around, knocking the bride down. He rushed forward to help their lord, but gasped in pain as the skin was too hot, searing his hand.
The bride was dead on the ground, he could see that from the strange angle her head was, however, the body atop the bride's pushed itself up, staggering a step and his breath caught in his lungs.
There was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes up.
The lithe body was female, rather fragile in appearance. Her hair was endless ebony as the smoke and shadows settled, her skin was ivory, her features were rather stunning as her large dark eyes fell on them, she stepped away, however he caught her out stretched hand. That body…
It was slim, fragile, almost like a ballerina, her breasts were small, her stomach toned, the dark thatch of curls between her legs covered her sex, her hips were wide, and her legs… they were gloriously curved and strong.
"I name you Rachel, and you shall be my wife," he spoke as he pulled her to him, the girl stumbled against him, he jerked her chin up and kissed her hard. Draping a cloak around her as the congregation cheered. "You will be a lovely bearer of destruction," he mused.
The girl stared at him in shock, and the bridesmaids rushed the girl as he released her.
"I will see her in my chambers," he promised. "Prepare her."
"Father Blood," Mother Mayhem came to him.
"See to it that Rachel is comfortable, I will take a few days to get to know my wife," he said softly to his courtesan as he walked away.
Raven was very confused as she stumbled with the women, a cloak fluttered off her body as she staggered into a room unlike any she had ever seen.
It had been forever since she'd been dragged to hell by her father, since she had destroyed Azarath, and the endless fighting had drained her, however she was alive. The best. The strongest. She had just been…
Her brow furrowed as she remembered her last battle.
The brimstone and fires were hot, her father… he'd been there, and so had… so had her brothers. Her brothers had come to kill her, and she had…
Raven looked down at her naked form.
Where was her armor?
'That's enough girl, it is time for you to learn you place!' a voice had snarled, and then there'd been chanting and a blinding hit of light which had knocked her down… then there was that short, little man with red eyes, and…
Raven's head snapped over when a hand touched her bare shoulder and she bared her teeth. The female yelped as she stumbled away and fell on the ground. Raven couldn't feel her powers! She couldn't feel the darkness or her magic. Panic welled up as she looked around her, and the women were cowering by a bowl of steam, and Raven trembled hesitantly before she took a step forward for the steam.
What was going on? Why was she here? Where was her magic? Her strength? Her armor? Her power? She hated this feeling, it made her feel exposed, vulnerable. However, that scent was enticing, reminding her of something from Azarath, when her mother would braid her hair, and sing her mystic tunes to speak to the spirits. It made her think of kinder times as she walked forward. There were flowers in the bath, and her eyes flicked up at the trembling attendants.
A bath.
It had been forever since she had had one, and she could feel the grime of her father's hell clinging to her skin. Slowly, and hesitantly she walked up the steps and waded into the water, not moaning at the bliss it was, but rather watching her attendants carefully.
They all stared at her in horror and Raven accepted that as a good sign that they'd stay back, away from her, she let herself sink below the surface feeling ten years of grim blacken the waters.
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