Chapter 25 (This is my favorite chapter. Diss it, and you will DIE! WARNING: prepared to be paralyzed with fear!)
Stanton waited impatiently on the beach as the cold fire was made. Rachel was by his side, dressed in a low-cut violet tube-top velvet dress with a slit that reached her knee. It was a ceremony that quite a few followers were willing to attend. Especially Stanton. He looked down at his tux, making sure that everything was in its place. 'You look fine! Stop fussing!' Rachel scolded.
He looked down at Rachel, who was combing her hair with her fingers. He shook his head and questioned, 'You're telling me?' She grinned at him from the log she was sitting on. After two initiates were accepted into the fire, Stanton and Rachel nervously counted down the minutes to their part of the ceremony. When it finally happened, they both stood tall, then they went to one knee.
The Atrox invited Rachel back, and returned all of her missing powers. And then, the top members of the inner circle crowned her the Princess of Night. Then they were both presented with new powers, as the royal pair of evil in the universe. They took each others hands, and accepted their positions. Then, after several hours of morning ceremonies, Rachel insisted on a nightly celebration.
When they reached the house, he let her pick her own room, and go steal/buy her own stuff to decorate it. When she came back, he realized for the first time, the ring on her necklace was a duplicate of his, only the gem was a bright yellow. The inscription on the inside said: Innocentes et Malum. It was half of their fathers' coat of arms.
The ring that he had hung on his neck, now glowed with hers. The coat of arms was completed, but without their other brother, the power of the rings couldn't be discovered. The other ring had words on it as well, but they couldn't remember. Stanton and Rachel stared at the glowing rings.
They quickly took off the jewels, and immediately put the gems together, and they shot out a bubble of color. The contact created a bright rainbow. The powers of the rings was theirs, and theirs alone to use when they needed the aid of their father. Stanton knew it wouldn't have anything to do with the Atrox, so it couldn't have been his destiny change. The colors died, and the powers were tucked away inside of them.
They spent the rest of the afternoon moving things into Rachel's room. When that was over, she demanded that they go to Planet Bang. She was digging through her new closet when she asked him, "You getting dressed?" He raised a brow. "I am dressed." She looked back at him. "Not properly. Don't get me wrong, girls would faint looking at you. But in better outfit, the phrase 'if looks could kill' is gonna' have a new meaning."
He shrugged, and waited. "Strip." She ordered. He drew back questionably, then did as he was told, but he stopped at his briefs. "And?" She looked back. "You've lost weight." He looked down. "Maybe." Looking at his briefs in disgust, she shook her head. She ran to his room, and threw a pair of blue plaid boxers in his face. "They're clean!" She yelled. He groaned uncomfortably, but after she turned her head, he angrily put them on. He didn't like his sisters curt manner, but if she knew one thing, it was fashion.
Not long after, she observed his barely clothed body. "Wife beater, and blue briefs...I got it!" She went into the closet, and made him put on khakis. Then a black belt that only went through the left hip loop on his pants, that way it was left hanging on the right. She grabbed a pair of steel toe boots, and made him put them on. When he was dressed, she surveyed her project.
"You don't look bad-boy enough. Oh yeah!" She led him to her vanity. He tried to refuse, but she swore that she would 'just lightly spackle.' She lightly dabbed glitter onto his hair line, and some on his arms and face. Then she added barely noticeable black eyeliner onto his lids. When she was finally finished, she stared at him, and nodded in triumph.
"Well? How do I look?" She smiled, then took his hand, and led him to the closet mirror. "See for yourself. And you can thank me later." Stanton scoffed, then turned to the mirror. His jaw dropped at his own reflection. Rachel grinned at him, "I knew you'd like it." She strode happily back to her room to get dressed herself. And to give him some privacy so he could wonder in peace.
His hair seemed shaggier, and more dangerous as it hanged in his blue eyes, that now showed a more evil glare with the eyeliner. The glitter went very well with the spike tattoo on his arm. His eyes were bluer, his muscles were larger, his skin smoother, and his face was sharper. As he was admiring his reflection, Rachel was putting on makeup. But like she had done with Stanton, she just 'lightly spackled.'
Tentatively touching his cheek, he realized how Vanessa had felt the first night she had seen her goddess form. Yeah. "God of the Night." He whispered in wonder. But something was missing...then he knew. He pulled down the top of the khakis to halfway down the boxers' band. At Rachel's humming, he turned back and looked at her. "Thank you." She glanced over then smiled at him. After one last dab, she put her perfume back.
Their clothes were almost identical. She wore tight khaki slacks, black high heeled boots, a silver chain belt on her hip, and a white tank top. Her long, chocolate hair was brushed wildly to her back, curls falling down. They strutted contentedly to his car, ready to party. Before Planet Bang, they stopped by Tattoo You. For Stanton's piercing.
Stanton waited impatiently on the beach as the cold fire was made. Rachel was by his side, dressed in a low-cut violet tube-top velvet dress with a slit that reached her knee. It was a ceremony that quite a few followers were willing to attend. Especially Stanton. He looked down at his tux, making sure that everything was in its place. 'You look fine! Stop fussing!' Rachel scolded.
He looked down at Rachel, who was combing her hair with her fingers. He shook his head and questioned, 'You're telling me?' She grinned at him from the log she was sitting on. After two initiates were accepted into the fire, Stanton and Rachel nervously counted down the minutes to their part of the ceremony. When it finally happened, they both stood tall, then they went to one knee.
The Atrox invited Rachel back, and returned all of her missing powers. And then, the top members of the inner circle crowned her the Princess of Night. Then they were both presented with new powers, as the royal pair of evil in the universe. They took each others hands, and accepted their positions. Then, after several hours of morning ceremonies, Rachel insisted on a nightly celebration.
When they reached the house, he let her pick her own room, and go steal/buy her own stuff to decorate it. When she came back, he realized for the first time, the ring on her necklace was a duplicate of his, only the gem was a bright yellow. The inscription on the inside said: Innocentes et Malum. It was half of their fathers' coat of arms.
The ring that he had hung on his neck, now glowed with hers. The coat of arms was completed, but without their other brother, the power of the rings couldn't be discovered. The other ring had words on it as well, but they couldn't remember. Stanton and Rachel stared at the glowing rings.
They quickly took off the jewels, and immediately put the gems together, and they shot out a bubble of color. The contact created a bright rainbow. The powers of the rings was theirs, and theirs alone to use when they needed the aid of their father. Stanton knew it wouldn't have anything to do with the Atrox, so it couldn't have been his destiny change. The colors died, and the powers were tucked away inside of them.
They spent the rest of the afternoon moving things into Rachel's room. When that was over, she demanded that they go to Planet Bang. She was digging through her new closet when she asked him, "You getting dressed?" He raised a brow. "I am dressed." She looked back at him. "Not properly. Don't get me wrong, girls would faint looking at you. But in better outfit, the phrase 'if looks could kill' is gonna' have a new meaning."
He shrugged, and waited. "Strip." She ordered. He drew back questionably, then did as he was told, but he stopped at his briefs. "And?" She looked back. "You've lost weight." He looked down. "Maybe." Looking at his briefs in disgust, she shook her head. She ran to his room, and threw a pair of blue plaid boxers in his face. "They're clean!" She yelled. He groaned uncomfortably, but after she turned her head, he angrily put them on. He didn't like his sisters curt manner, but if she knew one thing, it was fashion.
Not long after, she observed his barely clothed body. "Wife beater, and blue briefs...I got it!" She went into the closet, and made him put on khakis. Then a black belt that only went through the left hip loop on his pants, that way it was left hanging on the right. She grabbed a pair of steel toe boots, and made him put them on. When he was dressed, she surveyed her project.
"You don't look bad-boy enough. Oh yeah!" She led him to her vanity. He tried to refuse, but she swore that she would 'just lightly spackle.' She lightly dabbed glitter onto his hair line, and some on his arms and face. Then she added barely noticeable black eyeliner onto his lids. When she was finally finished, she stared at him, and nodded in triumph.
"Well? How do I look?" She smiled, then took his hand, and led him to the closet mirror. "See for yourself. And you can thank me later." Stanton scoffed, then turned to the mirror. His jaw dropped at his own reflection. Rachel grinned at him, "I knew you'd like it." She strode happily back to her room to get dressed herself. And to give him some privacy so he could wonder in peace.
His hair seemed shaggier, and more dangerous as it hanged in his blue eyes, that now showed a more evil glare with the eyeliner. The glitter went very well with the spike tattoo on his arm. His eyes were bluer, his muscles were larger, his skin smoother, and his face was sharper. As he was admiring his reflection, Rachel was putting on makeup. But like she had done with Stanton, she just 'lightly spackled.'
Tentatively touching his cheek, he realized how Vanessa had felt the first night she had seen her goddess form. Yeah. "God of the Night." He whispered in wonder. But something was missing...then he knew. He pulled down the top of the khakis to halfway down the boxers' band. At Rachel's humming, he turned back and looked at her. "Thank you." She glanced over then smiled at him. After one last dab, she put her perfume back.
Their clothes were almost identical. She wore tight khaki slacks, black high heeled boots, a silver chain belt on her hip, and a white tank top. Her long, chocolate hair was brushed wildly to her back, curls falling down. They strutted contentedly to his car, ready to party. Before Planet Bang, they stopped by Tattoo You. For Stanton's piercing.