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"Mother!" the young Shah's voice rang through the courtyard as he stormed to her quarters, his servants scrambling to follow.
The Khanum casually walked to her balcony to glance down at her son, who stood fuming below her, "My, my," she defended, "What on earth could you be shouting about now?"
"Mother, I demand to know why you have kept Erik from my services!" he yelled angrily.
"Your services?" she retorted, "Might I remind you that I summoned him from Russia for MY purposes, and not yours!"
"Yes, but I have commissioned him to re-build the old palace, a task, might I remind you, that requires his presence more than one day a month!"
"I have matters he attends to that are of a personal nature, and besides, the servants can do most of the building, he is merely overseeing the project anyway."
The shah, now confused by his mother's defense, "What do you mean of a personal nature?"
"Simply, my son, that I require him to keep me entertained, which is the sole purpose for his being here in the first place," she said coolly.
The young shah bit his lip before saying anything that might anger his mother further. "I do require his assistance in a personal matter of my own. I should expect you to understand that he is not here ONLY for your use."
The Khanum raised an arched eyebrow, "Really? Do explain."
"Against the advice of my grand vazir, I have decided that he shall attend political meetings in the council room. His knowledge of other countries and matters of government may be of use to me," he said.
The Khanum scoffed at this idea, throwing her head back, "Mirza Taqui Khan will not accept it. You know that man has contempt for the supernatural, and our mystical friend is no less a sorcerer than a devil."
"That may be, but I am truly curious to find the extent his knowledge may serve the kingdom."
She nodded slowly to him and he bowed deeply to her before leaving her presence.
Erik leaned back on his pile of cushions admiring the beautiful edifice that he had created. A truly incredible masterpiece, however morbid it's intent may be. The whole chamber was constructed of two hexagonal mirrored sections, the smaller one fitted inside the larger of the two. The inner hexagon was lined with two sided mirrors while on the outer ring, there were regular thick mirrors. The arched ceiling of the chamber was designed of two way mirrors, facing in so that the viewer could gaze upon the victim trapped inside and they could still see only their own reflection. When activated, the heating lights were started, causing the temperature to rise. In between these two cavities were automatons of the most horrific creatures and scenes. The inner chamber spun counterclockwise, triggering flashes of light to shine on the automatons that resided in between the two rings of mirrors. When the victim fell susceptible to hallucinations from the heat, the flashes of the horrors would be revealed through the two-way mirrored panels. The victims had the option to commit suicide, utilizing the hangman's noose that hung from the iron tree, which stood in a corner of the inner chamber. The victim would die, surrounded by his image reflected to infinity in the heated looking glass.
Erik was rather pleased with the final design and a sick and twisted thought crossed his mind when he thought that he could not wait to see how well it worked.
His thoughts turned to Nadir with guilt. What would he think of such a barbaric device? Nadir had been the only person who had treated him as a friend, no matter how odd the friendship may be. Only half of Erik's conscious was dead to him now, and he still could not help feeling a sense of dread at the promised result of his creation.
He looked up as he saw that the Eunuchs had come to move the finished chamber on it's wheeled platform to the Khanum's courtyard. One of them approached him warily. Erik did not bother to rise and greet him. As sickening as the thought of slavery was to him, he had already become accustomed to being attended to by the palace servants.
The Eunuch bowed deeply and said, "The Shadow of God requests that you join him in his council chamber immediately," he paused then added, "And the request of the Khanum herself that you attend."
Erik felt the blood drain from his face and his pulse begin to race at the Khanum's name. "Who else is to attend?" he demanded of the man before him.
"I do not know, master. Will that be all?"
Erik waved him away, and tried to get a grip on his thoughts as he smoothed out his clothing with sweaty palms. They had requested that he join them immediately. He wondered with a slight tremor what they could want from him. He made his way through the palace, his thoughts and feelings awry. When he approached the door to the council room, he almost ran away. Did the Shah know something about what had transpired between he and his mother?
Erik signaled for the Eunuch guard to open the door. He strode in with more confidence than he felt, not waiting to be announced. There sat the young Shah, and across from him, the Khanum herself. Erik froze where he stood at seeing her there. Never before had she attended a private meeting, although it was well known that she had the final say in anything her son conducted. She smiled slyly and winked at Erik as he sat across from her. A passing palace cat that had wandered by was suddenly in Erik's nervous grasp and he began to stroke the feline with a vigor that made the cat clench her paws into his leg.
The Shah noticed this, but said nothing, "Let's get down to business shall we?"
Erik's fears were calmed when they began a rather boring discussion of the palace construction and how they were to divide his time between them, however, his nerves had never felt more frayed. The Khanum sat silently across from him. With every glance, all he could see was her face covered in the blood from his dream and the way he felt when he had ravished her body in his mind. Her very mannerisms repulsed him when he remembered her touching his most private area in a dishonorable fashion, but he could not help but stare at her bosom and the way her hips curved into a sensual line down to her...
"Erik!" the Shah shook him out of his reverie. "Have you been listening?"
"Yes," Erik sighed with relief. If the Shah had seen him staring at his mother that way, God knows what he would have done to him.
The Khanum smiled to herself as she leaned forward enough to reveal the upper curve of her breast through her gown. Her plan was working and she knew it by the way she saw Erik stare out of the corner of her eye. Soon, she thought. Her plan would be complete and she would have him right where she wanted him.
The meeting came to an end and Erik rose with some difficulty. He really needed to see a masseuse for all the strain his tense muscles had been under lately. He vanished from the room as quickly as possible. He knew she would not dare try anything in front of the Shah, but he was not going to give her the chance to corner him or demand a private audience. Only when he had returned to his quarters could he lean against the wall and relax.
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"Mother!" the young Shah's voice rang through the courtyard as he stormed to her quarters, his servants scrambling to follow.
The Khanum casually walked to her balcony to glance down at her son, who stood fuming below her, "My, my," she defended, "What on earth could you be shouting about now?"
"Mother, I demand to know why you have kept Erik from my services!" he yelled angrily.
"Your services?" she retorted, "Might I remind you that I summoned him from Russia for MY purposes, and not yours!"
"Yes, but I have commissioned him to re-build the old palace, a task, might I remind you, that requires his presence more than one day a month!"
"I have matters he attends to that are of a personal nature, and besides, the servants can do most of the building, he is merely overseeing the project anyway."
The shah, now confused by his mother's defense, "What do you mean of a personal nature?"
"Simply, my son, that I require him to keep me entertained, which is the sole purpose for his being here in the first place," she said coolly.
The young shah bit his lip before saying anything that might anger his mother further. "I do require his assistance in a personal matter of my own. I should expect you to understand that he is not here ONLY for your use."
The Khanum raised an arched eyebrow, "Really? Do explain."
"Against the advice of my grand vazir, I have decided that he shall attend political meetings in the council room. His knowledge of other countries and matters of government may be of use to me," he said.
The Khanum scoffed at this idea, throwing her head back, "Mirza Taqui Khan will not accept it. You know that man has contempt for the supernatural, and our mystical friend is no less a sorcerer than a devil."
"That may be, but I am truly curious to find the extent his knowledge may serve the kingdom."
She nodded slowly to him and he bowed deeply to her before leaving her presence.
Erik leaned back on his pile of cushions admiring the beautiful edifice that he had created. A truly incredible masterpiece, however morbid it's intent may be. The whole chamber was constructed of two hexagonal mirrored sections, the smaller one fitted inside the larger of the two. The inner hexagon was lined with two sided mirrors while on the outer ring, there were regular thick mirrors. The arched ceiling of the chamber was designed of two way mirrors, facing in so that the viewer could gaze upon the victim trapped inside and they could still see only their own reflection. When activated, the heating lights were started, causing the temperature to rise. In between these two cavities were automatons of the most horrific creatures and scenes. The inner chamber spun counterclockwise, triggering flashes of light to shine on the automatons that resided in between the two rings of mirrors. When the victim fell susceptible to hallucinations from the heat, the flashes of the horrors would be revealed through the two-way mirrored panels. The victims had the option to commit suicide, utilizing the hangman's noose that hung from the iron tree, which stood in a corner of the inner chamber. The victim would die, surrounded by his image reflected to infinity in the heated looking glass.
Erik was rather pleased with the final design and a sick and twisted thought crossed his mind when he thought that he could not wait to see how well it worked.
His thoughts turned to Nadir with guilt. What would he think of such a barbaric device? Nadir had been the only person who had treated him as a friend, no matter how odd the friendship may be. Only half of Erik's conscious was dead to him now, and he still could not help feeling a sense of dread at the promised result of his creation.
He looked up as he saw that the Eunuchs had come to move the finished chamber on it's wheeled platform to the Khanum's courtyard. One of them approached him warily. Erik did not bother to rise and greet him. As sickening as the thought of slavery was to him, he had already become accustomed to being attended to by the palace servants.
The Eunuch bowed deeply and said, "The Shadow of God requests that you join him in his council chamber immediately," he paused then added, "And the request of the Khanum herself that you attend."
Erik felt the blood drain from his face and his pulse begin to race at the Khanum's name. "Who else is to attend?" he demanded of the man before him.
"I do not know, master. Will that be all?"
Erik waved him away, and tried to get a grip on his thoughts as he smoothed out his clothing with sweaty palms. They had requested that he join them immediately. He wondered with a slight tremor what they could want from him. He made his way through the palace, his thoughts and feelings awry. When he approached the door to the council room, he almost ran away. Did the Shah know something about what had transpired between he and his mother?
Erik signaled for the Eunuch guard to open the door. He strode in with more confidence than he felt, not waiting to be announced. There sat the young Shah, and across from him, the Khanum herself. Erik froze where he stood at seeing her there. Never before had she attended a private meeting, although it was well known that she had the final say in anything her son conducted. She smiled slyly and winked at Erik as he sat across from her. A passing palace cat that had wandered by was suddenly in Erik's nervous grasp and he began to stroke the feline with a vigor that made the cat clench her paws into his leg.
The Shah noticed this, but said nothing, "Let's get down to business shall we?"
Erik's fears were calmed when they began a rather boring discussion of the palace construction and how they were to divide his time between them, however, his nerves had never felt more frayed. The Khanum sat silently across from him. With every glance, all he could see was her face covered in the blood from his dream and the way he felt when he had ravished her body in his mind. Her very mannerisms repulsed him when he remembered her touching his most private area in a dishonorable fashion, but he could not help but stare at her bosom and the way her hips curved into a sensual line down to her...
"Erik!" the Shah shook him out of his reverie. "Have you been listening?"
"Yes," Erik sighed with relief. If the Shah had seen him staring at his mother that way, God knows what he would have done to him.
The Khanum smiled to herself as she leaned forward enough to reveal the upper curve of her breast through her gown. Her plan was working and she knew it by the way she saw Erik stare out of the corner of her eye. Soon, she thought. Her plan would be complete and she would have him right where she wanted him.
The meeting came to an end and Erik rose with some difficulty. He really needed to see a masseuse for all the strain his tense muscles had been under lately. He vanished from the room as quickly as possible. He knew she would not dare try anything in front of the Shah, but he was not going to give her the chance to corner him or demand a private audience. Only when he had returned to his quarters could he lean against the wall and relax.
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