This story has to do with the unrecorded six months or Artemis's stay in the underdark. Something to fill the whole in my mind.
"You have done a wonderful job with my boy," said the priestess as she walked about the assassins bedroom quarters. Her movements slow and graceful. "Your Slave master has collected his first share." She stretched out her limbs and layed herself across the assassins bed.
"Your children...Some are mix with human blood." It was more a statement but sounded to the priestess as a question.
"Yes. A priestess takes what she wants." She replyed as she eyed his chest through a half open shirt.
These words where not something assassin took lightly. He would hate to have to escape a house of drow, a house of highly powerful and highly skilled assassins. Killing this priestess was not an option, or at least it was not while they remained within these walls. if he was to escape, his escape would have to begin outside the walls. Perhaps he could get her to take him outside the walls. But why would she need him along out in the underdark. 'she wouldn't' the assassin told himself silently as he threw his legs off his bed and sat facing the opposite end. This was not something the assassin was interested in getting himself into. He did not believe in giving into ones passion. He believe strenght was self-control.
Turning on her back the priestess turn to stare at the ceiling of the bed chamber. "This shall be an interesting fight."
The assassin did not answer. He did, however, smirk. He was very much taken in by the 'mission' of this prietess. Priestess where not to be doubted. He learn that all to fast. 'They are at the top' he reminded himself everyday that he was in this terrible abyss. He even laughed at the fact that the feirce Artemis Entreri was afraid of a woman, 'not only woman' he reminded himself, 'the dark elven race.' They frightened and made him worry for his life. He's seen he's elven compaion Jarlaxle at work, he was not an elf to cross. Though Artemis threw his tantrums here and there, he never once thought he could win against the drow. To go after Jarlaxle was asking for his own death, and that thought wasn't far from pleasing at the moment.
"Assassin are you always so passionless. or is it that you are afraid." she said looking over at the assassin still lying back flat on his bed.
"Should I not be?" He said raising off his bed and turning to face her. "Death faces me at every turn. This place is a curse. YOU PEOPLE ARE A CURSE!" His eyes flaming with a firey passion, on that was only there when the assassin fought, and one she noticed only when the name Drizzt Do'Urden was mentioned.
"I offer you things to satisfy your being. You will not get such an offer anywhere else. I protect my property."
"I DO NOT BELONG TO YOU DROW!"
So soon as the word left his lips the assassin regreted forgetting his place. He soon layed splayed across the floor, bolts of electrical charge surgged throughout his body. Shaking violently he bit his tongue and blood began to split. She allowed her snake to bit into his soft flesh more then a dozen times.
"You will learn to respect ME HUMAN!" She spat at him. Watching tremble, the drow priestess sighed regreting her rash action. She was sure that she could soften him up, she had every other human, now that she thought of it there was no need for softening. They where more willing to be pleasure slaves to working slaves. The assassin had no clue how lucky he was to be under her rule. For as much of a drow as she might be, she was something completly different. It was obivous this house lived with the rule that the men were to be treated as kings. Yet the assassin was of a spieces not their own.
"I will show you," she whisphered to him. "You can be happy here. And when we raise in ranks, I shall make you mine. And you will rule even the strongest race. The drow will be at your disposal, who but I would offer such a thing."
This female was obiviously insane the trembling assassin decided as the priestess caputed his lips in a firm kiss. Walking out of the room Artemis was left to recover and to think about the new position he was left in. He would kill the drow merchinary even if he dyed trying, Jarlaxle would pay for this.
Not too much later someone entered the assassins room. It was a young pale human female. With dull dark eyes, and a body much more slender than a drows, with less graceful movements. He tiny sickly form came over to him, and if the assassin weren't so weak he would have killed her before she even got close. Lefting his weak form the assassin found she was not as weak as she appear, and the shock showed in his eyes.
"Things are not always what they appear," said the young woman. She was no younger that him... right about his age actually. And she didn't not carry any bad oder as the other slaves did. "She takes care of me." She replyed after she heard the intake of her scent. "she takes care of what is hers."
"I do not belong to her," the assassin replyed when he could finally speak.
"So I heard you say before. Life for you can be easy if you yield to her."
"I will be..."
"No ones slave," I am aware of this. She carried a small smile on her lips... Those lips. That was a smile he seen many times as a young man. Looking up to her eyes immediately he searched for something familiar. There he found it when her eyes became smaller as her smile widened.
"You recall me." she said more than asked.
"Aaron??"
"Yes" She replyed in a sweat whisper and smile, but she did not dare approach the assassin. She only stood and entangled her fingers nervously. Eyes darting around the floor as if she was embarrassed. He always made her feel shy, and he smiled at the memory of that.