Author's Note: Since I'm new at this I didn't put an introduction on my
last story, so here it is. While waiting for Queen of the Darkness to come
out, I did, what many writers do; I tried to fill in the blank space while
I waited. For Lucivar, I created this character. Unfortunatly, Anne Bishop
and I don't share the same mind, so I decided to take this opportunity to
share my own (less talented) version with you. I hope you like it. R/R
PLEASE!!! Any advice is very welcome.
Disclaimer- Despite the obvious stuff I added, this dark world belongs to Anne Bishop.
Ebon Askavi
Malayian sat down on the soft bed and let out a shaky sigh. A grin crept slowly across her face. She'd done it. She was out of Terrielle forever, and out of the nightmare her life had been. She lay back and let out a half hysterical laugh. After a second she shook herself, trying pull herself together. Her court appearance had been quick, but unnerving. She could still see Jaenelle's sapphire eyes in her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that those eyes could see straight down into her soul. But if her new Queen kept her safe, Malayian didn't care what her eyes looked like.
Pushing herself off of the bed, Malayian knelt on the floor and her trunk appeared before her. She unlocked it and started unpacking her clothes. At the bottom of her trunk was a large case. Malayian smiled slightly as she ran her hand over it, but left in the trunk when she vanished it.
A knock on the door made her jump, and instinctively she called her favorite knife into her hand. Turning toward the door she let her hand move behind her, obscuring the knife from view.
"Yes?" she called out uncertainly.
"The door is locked," a gruff voice informed her from the other side of the door.
"Oh, sorry." Malayian unlocked the door and stepped back to let Lucivar into her room.
"Come with me, its time you met the High Lord."
Malayian blinked. So the rumors were true, and the High Lord of Hell really did reside in Kaeleer, and it seemed that she was about to meet him. Luvicar turned and walked out the door, leaving Malayian with nothing else to do but follow him down the maze of hallways, trying to keep from looking too shocked.
They rounded one corner, and Malayian suddenly found herself face to face with a tall, sinewy woman with long pointed ears. She nearly jumped out of her skin, and couldn't help but stare as the woman brushed passed them with a quick smile at Lucivar.
"That's Gabrielle, one of your kinswomen I would imagine," Lucivar commented, trying to resist the urge to look at Malayian to see her reaction.
Malayian growled. "No Dea al Mon is kinsman of mine." Lucivar, raised an eyebrow, but continued walking. Soon the reached a large, ornate door, and Lucivar stopped.
"Knock before you go in," he told her. "I'll be waiting outside when you're finished. I want to see how much fighting you know, and how many bad habits I'm going to have to break you of." Malayian gave him a forced smile, and, shoving her doubts away, pushed through the door.
Malayian almost laughed when she entered the room. She'd expected to face a terrifying and cruel man. Instead she saw someone who looked as though he'd be comfortable lazing around one afternoon, debating over politics. Then his golden eyes found her black ones, and she could almost feel the power behind them.
"Please, sit down. I would like very much to meet the young woman who managed to force my son to take her on. Very few people can force Lucivar to do anything. They are all women."
Malayian sat down on a nearby chair made to accommodate wings. Perching nervously on the edge of it, she tried to force herself to relax. "I am very much obliged to him, but I don't think I forced him to do anything. Just…convinced him I suppose." Malayian winced inwardly at the sound of her words.
Saetan just laughed. "Perhaps." Growing serious he looked at her hard. "You are only half Eyrien I am told."
Nervously, Malayian pushed her dark hair behind her ears, angry at herself for having ever shown Lucivar. Soon the whole of Ebon Askavi would want to know her sordid past.
"You wouldn't wish to enlighten me as to how these origins came about, would you?" Saetan asked, watching for her reaction.
"No I would not," Malayian responded evenly.
"You realize that if I demand to know them, you must tell me."
"I realize that, High Lord, but you did not demand that I tell you, you asked me if I wished to, and that was the question I answered," Malayian told him. Mother of Darkness, she thought. Don't let him ask me for anything more.
Saetan smiled inwardly. He liked this girl. She was blunt, stubborn, and he could see the spirit glinting in her eyes.
"So I did. I have no wish to pry into information you don't wish to tell me. Is there anything that you wish to request of me before Lucivar beats you?"
Malayian suppressed a smile. "No, High Lord. I am very happy to be here." Recognizing her dismissal, she stood and walked to the door.
"Child." The deep voice of the High Lord of Hell drifted across the room. Malayian paused. "No matter what your past may be, and most of us here in Kaeleer do not have happy ones, it is never to late to start anew."
"Thank you, High Lord. I will remember that."
Panting, Malayian fell into a defensive crouch, waiting for Lucivar's next attack. Her mind was swirling, trying to think clearly to plan for his next move. But the Eyrien simply dropped his guard and shrugged.
"That's enough for today," he said, breathing hard. "You're good enough to help me teach the newcomers. I'll tutor you privately until you can help me teach the older ones too."
Malayian used the last of her strength to push herself into a standing position and stumble over to where her clothes were. For the last three hours she had been fighting Lucivar in every form of combat in all three Realms. She could scarcely breath she was so tired, and her cursed opponent seemed to think this was a simple warm-up. Gathering up her discarded clothing she walked stiffly back towards her rooms, refusing the stagger, as she wanted to so badly.
The moment she was out of view, Lucivar let his legs fold beneath him, and sat down hard on the ground. Mother of Darkness, he hadn't had that hard of a workout with any woman he trained except Jaenelle, and Malayian came close. He wiped his hand across his forehead, and pushed himself to his feet.
"She worked you hard, didn't she." Lucivar whirled around at the voice behind him.
"Cat!" Lucivar grabbed Jaenelle up into a hug.
"Stop it!" she squealed. "You're all sweaty!" Laughing Lucivar released her.
"I haven't seen you since court let out," Lucivar told her.
"I know, you were too busy with our new addition. You seem to like her, so I let you alone while you fought. Don't worry, I don't think she realized you were as winded as you actually were."
"What? Why would I care?" Lucivar snarled when Jaenelle only smiled mysteriously.
"She's very pretty," Jaenelle said innocently.
"Yes she it, I guess," Lucivar responded distantly. "A good fighter. She'll be able to help me teach when you're not around."
Jaenelle growled. "Replacing me I see." Her eyes grew distant for a moment. "For never having the chance to make her Offering to the Darkness, I wonder where she learned how to care for her snake tooth."
"What! She's a Black Widow?" Lucivar looked shocked, but Jaenelle didn't notice. Her sapphire eyes grew thoughtful.
"Yeah. She must have an interesting past. Ah well." Her tone changed abruptly. "Its almost supper, and I'm hungry. Let's go on in."
Lucivar followed his Queen through the training field, but his mind rested on a dark haired Eyrien.
Disclaimer- Despite the obvious stuff I added, this dark world belongs to Anne Bishop.
Ebon Askavi
Malayian sat down on the soft bed and let out a shaky sigh. A grin crept slowly across her face. She'd done it. She was out of Terrielle forever, and out of the nightmare her life had been. She lay back and let out a half hysterical laugh. After a second she shook herself, trying pull herself together. Her court appearance had been quick, but unnerving. She could still see Jaenelle's sapphire eyes in her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that those eyes could see straight down into her soul. But if her new Queen kept her safe, Malayian didn't care what her eyes looked like.
Pushing herself off of the bed, Malayian knelt on the floor and her trunk appeared before her. She unlocked it and started unpacking her clothes. At the bottom of her trunk was a large case. Malayian smiled slightly as she ran her hand over it, but left in the trunk when she vanished it.
A knock on the door made her jump, and instinctively she called her favorite knife into her hand. Turning toward the door she let her hand move behind her, obscuring the knife from view.
"Yes?" she called out uncertainly.
"The door is locked," a gruff voice informed her from the other side of the door.
"Oh, sorry." Malayian unlocked the door and stepped back to let Lucivar into her room.
"Come with me, its time you met the High Lord."
Malayian blinked. So the rumors were true, and the High Lord of Hell really did reside in Kaeleer, and it seemed that she was about to meet him. Luvicar turned and walked out the door, leaving Malayian with nothing else to do but follow him down the maze of hallways, trying to keep from looking too shocked.
They rounded one corner, and Malayian suddenly found herself face to face with a tall, sinewy woman with long pointed ears. She nearly jumped out of her skin, and couldn't help but stare as the woman brushed passed them with a quick smile at Lucivar.
"That's Gabrielle, one of your kinswomen I would imagine," Lucivar commented, trying to resist the urge to look at Malayian to see her reaction.
Malayian growled. "No Dea al Mon is kinsman of mine." Lucivar, raised an eyebrow, but continued walking. Soon the reached a large, ornate door, and Lucivar stopped.
"Knock before you go in," he told her. "I'll be waiting outside when you're finished. I want to see how much fighting you know, and how many bad habits I'm going to have to break you of." Malayian gave him a forced smile, and, shoving her doubts away, pushed through the door.
Malayian almost laughed when she entered the room. She'd expected to face a terrifying and cruel man. Instead she saw someone who looked as though he'd be comfortable lazing around one afternoon, debating over politics. Then his golden eyes found her black ones, and she could almost feel the power behind them.
"Please, sit down. I would like very much to meet the young woman who managed to force my son to take her on. Very few people can force Lucivar to do anything. They are all women."
Malayian sat down on a nearby chair made to accommodate wings. Perching nervously on the edge of it, she tried to force herself to relax. "I am very much obliged to him, but I don't think I forced him to do anything. Just…convinced him I suppose." Malayian winced inwardly at the sound of her words.
Saetan just laughed. "Perhaps." Growing serious he looked at her hard. "You are only half Eyrien I am told."
Nervously, Malayian pushed her dark hair behind her ears, angry at herself for having ever shown Lucivar. Soon the whole of Ebon Askavi would want to know her sordid past.
"You wouldn't wish to enlighten me as to how these origins came about, would you?" Saetan asked, watching for her reaction.
"No I would not," Malayian responded evenly.
"You realize that if I demand to know them, you must tell me."
"I realize that, High Lord, but you did not demand that I tell you, you asked me if I wished to, and that was the question I answered," Malayian told him. Mother of Darkness, she thought. Don't let him ask me for anything more.
Saetan smiled inwardly. He liked this girl. She was blunt, stubborn, and he could see the spirit glinting in her eyes.
"So I did. I have no wish to pry into information you don't wish to tell me. Is there anything that you wish to request of me before Lucivar beats you?"
Malayian suppressed a smile. "No, High Lord. I am very happy to be here." Recognizing her dismissal, she stood and walked to the door.
"Child." The deep voice of the High Lord of Hell drifted across the room. Malayian paused. "No matter what your past may be, and most of us here in Kaeleer do not have happy ones, it is never to late to start anew."
"Thank you, High Lord. I will remember that."
Panting, Malayian fell into a defensive crouch, waiting for Lucivar's next attack. Her mind was swirling, trying to think clearly to plan for his next move. But the Eyrien simply dropped his guard and shrugged.
"That's enough for today," he said, breathing hard. "You're good enough to help me teach the newcomers. I'll tutor you privately until you can help me teach the older ones too."
Malayian used the last of her strength to push herself into a standing position and stumble over to where her clothes were. For the last three hours she had been fighting Lucivar in every form of combat in all three Realms. She could scarcely breath she was so tired, and her cursed opponent seemed to think this was a simple warm-up. Gathering up her discarded clothing she walked stiffly back towards her rooms, refusing the stagger, as she wanted to so badly.
The moment she was out of view, Lucivar let his legs fold beneath him, and sat down hard on the ground. Mother of Darkness, he hadn't had that hard of a workout with any woman he trained except Jaenelle, and Malayian came close. He wiped his hand across his forehead, and pushed himself to his feet.
"She worked you hard, didn't she." Lucivar whirled around at the voice behind him.
"Cat!" Lucivar grabbed Jaenelle up into a hug.
"Stop it!" she squealed. "You're all sweaty!" Laughing Lucivar released her.
"I haven't seen you since court let out," Lucivar told her.
"I know, you were too busy with our new addition. You seem to like her, so I let you alone while you fought. Don't worry, I don't think she realized you were as winded as you actually were."
"What? Why would I care?" Lucivar snarled when Jaenelle only smiled mysteriously.
"She's very pretty," Jaenelle said innocently.
"Yes she it, I guess," Lucivar responded distantly. "A good fighter. She'll be able to help me teach when you're not around."
Jaenelle growled. "Replacing me I see." Her eyes grew distant for a moment. "For never having the chance to make her Offering to the Darkness, I wonder where she learned how to care for her snake tooth."
"What! She's a Black Widow?" Lucivar looked shocked, but Jaenelle didn't notice. Her sapphire eyes grew thoughtful.
"Yeah. She must have an interesting past. Ah well." Her tone changed abruptly. "Its almost supper, and I'm hungry. Let's go on in."
Lucivar followed his Queen through the training field, but his mind rested on a dark haired Eyrien.