Transforming
Author's Note: ^^ I'm on a ROLL! Yeppers, I've decided to go on and explain some things. Just to clear any confusion up Selena is Serenity's Mother, Serenity is Serena's mother.
Recap:
The young woman smiled and then edged closer, remaining inches from his face; eyes on him, a clouded seductive look to them. "You have done well, my sweet messenger of death." She said this, earning a smile of pleasure from the young man. She then smirked and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, pulling away before he could deepen it. "Go now, I shall see you later, Shinigami. For now, call the child in." Her words were a low purr, a faint smile at the irritated look in his eyes.
He nodded then turned and left the room, unsatisfied. The young woman laughed, turning to walk up the steps, and then sat down once again on her throne, extending her glass of wine to another figure that stood there. As the figure stepped forward, sandy blonde hair became visible, hair cut short to just bellow her ears, in a boyish style. The woman, as it was obvious by the shape of her, took the glass stepping back into the shadows.
Chapter 23:
Sipping lightly at the wine she held in her hand the young woman was smiling demurely around her. Setting the sparkling chalice down she waved a hand, almost instantly she was rewarded with the presence of a pale girl with raven hair that spilled only to her knees; the garments she wore ruby red and fiery with passionate anger. "Yes lady?" The words that spilled from the chapped and slightly bloody lips were cold, emotionless. As she raised her eyes the dark black orbs were tired looking, anguished and had no sense of hope.
"Fetch me Dark Lady and Wicked Lady. Oh, and messenger. Do not forget to inform them to bring with them our two... disobedient dears." The smile stayed on her lips, even as the messenger stared at her without moving for a minute then turned and left abruptly. "We still have a way to go with you, oh messenger. Mind you. I am queen now." Her words were honeyed with sweet charm, dripping with the thick sugar of deft politeness, a person enjoying taunting others.
As the messenger stalked away, at a fairly good speed another voice spoke from just behind the throne. "Mother." It was a definitely masculine voice, one with a purr as gentle and soft as a kitten's, but one that roared with strength behind it. A warning to any who crossed him, with a voice as gentle as that, there were promises of never-ending pain and torment, should one get on his bad side.
"Son." Her own voice held a slight maternal lilt to it, the content purr of a lioness after watching her cub take down its first kill. "When shall I meet my true queen? When will I gain control of the Lunation crown?" "My dear impatient son be patient. This takes time, and I will not make the same messy mistakes I have made in the past." A grumpy and very masculine groan sounded from behind her, in response to this the young woman laughed. "Oh my son, my son, my son, has life not taught you to be patient yet? Selena lied to us about Serenity. Serenity lied to us about her daughter Serena. You were betrothed to the child that has power but will not grant you power should she die. I made the mistake of killing off Selena too fast. Too soon. Now we have our accommodations. We have the future in our hands... and we have the rightful queen listening to our every word." Here she stood up and gracefully floated down to stand in front of the huge oak doors, "Soon my son you will rule the Earth, and the Moon. Soon. But for now I am going to talk to our two little empresses and their charges for this night." The son said nothing before turning and walking down the stairs, for the first time stepping into the dim lights, a rush of startling ebony hair sparkled in the light, shimmering of it's own accord, he smiled demurely then, wrapping strong muscled arms around the slim shoulders of his mother. "Mother..." Her purred softly, pressing his cheek against the side of her head, acting like a mere child. His eyes were an icy blue color, shining with malevolence.
"Son..." She responded, not at all startled by the touching of her son, "May I visit my future queen? The future queen of the earth... the true heir to the throne?" Here the young woman stiffened, easily slipping out of his grasp, her own ebony locks shimmering, turning her electric green eyes to stare wonderingly at her son. "You have fallen in... Love?" She spat the words hesitatingly, seemingly worried of the circumstances. "NO!" He gave her a fierce look of disgust, before easily gliding past her, giving view to his attire. He wore a black cape that slowly cascaded to his ankles, beneath that a tuxedo of pure black with a small white silk shirt glimmering beneath the thick fabrics. He was dressed in the most princely of attire, silver trimming running along the cloak, embroidered from the finest of silks. Casually held in one hand a mask was held, white and sparkling to the eyes.
"You have already made your mind to go and see her, I see." The queen said in a respectful, dutiful tone, a wry touch to her eyes as she gazed at him up and down. "You look like the prince you were bred to be." She declared, though with a touch of almost despair in her tone. "But why go see the wench, son?" "Because my dearest mother, then I can impose upon her my loooove" He sneered the words "Love" in a low malevolent tone, before slowly circling around his mother, the sharp click of his heeled boots on the floor echoing slightly in the dark room. "Mother think of it. If she believes that I truly love her, then she can come up with no reason as to why I would want her to... oh say kill the one person who is both her sister and her friend, and a person she had loved for a long time." Here he turned around, sharply clicking his heels together, a regal look in his gaze, "unless you want me to stay here and pester you about whether I am to be king today or tomorrow or the day after." He gave her a charming smile before she turned around to face him, grinning cheekily now.
The mother gave a loud sigh and shook her head, "My dearest son I wou-" Here she stopped, startled by the echoing footsteps of four sets of feet. 2 were trudging or dragging footsteps, the other pair was hurried, almost ecstatic to the ears. "Oh mother dear see here, see here what your kittens brung!" Two high-pitched girl's voices met the ears of the two royals, happy laughter filling the silences in between the hiccupping song they sang. Quite suddenly the doors to the chamber was flung open and almost blinding blackish light filled the room, causing both Mother and Son to flinch back, startled by the near pure beauty of the two girls from the dungeons. "Oh your flightiest ravens have returned to the nest," The dark haired child announced. "With your sparrows as well!" Finished the ruby- eyed child, both dressed in their dark luscious gowns of ebony.
"Ah my princesses. Of course. It has taken you long, my dear flight of wing, fleet of feet ravens." The woman purred, walking slowly to the pair of smiling girls. "Oh did it? Well we had some problems... convincing the duo of fighters here to shut their traps and walk." The raven haired child purred lightly, before turning and pointing to the aqua-haired woman, and the sandy blonde one. "They are rude!" She declared, making a face. "Very rude" The pink haired child put in, both of them wearing their hands on their hips; "I see... how were they rude my darl-"before she could finish her sentence the prince chuckled and gently wrapped strong muscles arms around his mother's shoulders once again, kissing her ear lightly, the way a son would. "Mother I am off to woo my would-be bride!" His mother frowned then, pulling out of his embrace and shaking her head, before she could utter a single syllable however her two daughters sprang up and wrapped their slender arms around his thick ones. "Oh dearest Prince of the Earth take your leave, we shall finish all that you have here!" "Yes, yes, we shall take care of everything that needs taking care of in your chambers!" The second child put in laughter filling her voice as the two yanked and led him to the door, opening it without ever touching the oak doors. "Have fun with your girlfriend!!" the chirruped shoving him violently through the door and slamming it shut before he could blink.
"Why Rini I think our day has been made!" "You know what Taru, I think you're right!" The two girls grinned childishly, before turning around and scurrying up the long steps towards the throne. "Oh mother dear see here see here, your daughters take their leave!" The two girls intoned, laughing audibly at the dubious look on their mother's face. The queen of the earth sighed, though a faint smile lingered on her lips. She turned to face the two women, both of whom had collapsed to their knees on the floor, spitting up blood and coughing.
"Why Haruka... Michiru what ails thee?" She crooned, edging closer to the two females, kneeling down and gracefully laying a hand on Haruka's shoulder, a poisonous snake amidst the rats in their own homes. "Do you see how our little ones treat me now? Can you imagine? That same young woman was your daughter for a while. All grown up now isn't she? Grown up and loving the attentions she's receiving," She purred slowly, her words a thick syrupy venom that could have dripped down to the floor and burned through the woods.
"Bitch." The single word left Haruka's lip, the look it created on the Queen's face was genuine anger, as if she'd been slapped by the words. Snarling she stood up, swishing her skirts and stalking towards the stairs, attempting to calm down evidently, "I see that having your lover tortured does nothing to change your tongue. So be it," Here she turned around a grim smile gracing her lips, turning the outer edges of it a faint blue color, testimony to the iciness of her feelings. "I wonder what you would do if you saw your lover so twisted with pain and agony that she could no longer scream her hate for you, what would you do if you watched her die, could have saved her had you kept your big mouth shut? I'm sure you would enjoy that immensely, oh mighty Haruka." With this she preceded towards Michiru, grabbing the girl by what was left of her blood matted aqua-marine curls, "I'll make you both pay dearly. But not by the hands of the two that you had loved, oh no. I think I'll make it a bit more hurtful this time."
With that she flung Michiru's head downwards, and stepped lightly over the moaning girl, "SHINIGAMI!" Her words were fleet as birds in the wind, traveling shrilly across the room, bouncing of the walls, and causing many of the shadow-guards to flinch back in fear. The queen was angry, and that could not bode well for someone. Keeping true to his name as the God of Death, Shinigami appeared at the door, his armor glistening in all its dark glory, bouncing off vibrantly to inflict damage to the eyes of those locked away in darkness for decades. "Yes, lady?" He purred out, a slow catlike question, striding into the room, blatantly ignoring the two females that lay battered and bruised by his feet. Dropping to a knee, he took a single pale hand and pressed his lips insistently to the creamy flesh, his drifting upwards to gaze at the woman's eyes. She smiled at him, a lusty gaze slipping over the bloodlust and anger from earlier. Shifting her hand, she took a firm hold of his and pulled him upwards, stepping close, whispering her words, her lips brushing suggestively against his.
"Oh Shinigami, purr like that again and I will resist you not." She almost smiled when a seductive gleam flickered hungrily through his eyes, opening his lips to perhaps ground out another word but stopped when his queen stepped away from him. "I have a duty for you, when you finish it I will talk with you." Her tone was dismissive, none of the previous emotion drifting through it. She then turned her back to him, a sign that she had nothing more to say to him, on the side of his being with her. "Take these two to some secluded place, any where, your choice messenger of death, and do as you will to them. Kill the aqua-haired one, but leave our ever resilient Haruka to live. Do not harm her too badly, is that understood?" Her tone was sharp, imperial and brooked no argument from her messenger. "Yes lady." He replied his tone was again formal, if not a bit pain streaked.
Author's Note:
Hey everyone, I guess I finished this chapter fairly quickly. I'm wondering, should I change this rating to PG13? Just wondering what you thought, if it should stay R rated or go down a bit. ^^ I don't want to do anything that would cause people to get upset with me. Anyways, please read and review my work. I did fix up the chapters before this and am probably going to start redoing the first few chapters to get rid of the spelling, and grammatical errors. Thanks a lot, and I hope you all read and review!
Author's Note: ^^ I'm on a ROLL! Yeppers, I've decided to go on and explain some things. Just to clear any confusion up Selena is Serenity's Mother, Serenity is Serena's mother.
Recap:
The young woman smiled and then edged closer, remaining inches from his face; eyes on him, a clouded seductive look to them. "You have done well, my sweet messenger of death." She said this, earning a smile of pleasure from the young man. She then smirked and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, pulling away before he could deepen it. "Go now, I shall see you later, Shinigami. For now, call the child in." Her words were a low purr, a faint smile at the irritated look in his eyes.
He nodded then turned and left the room, unsatisfied. The young woman laughed, turning to walk up the steps, and then sat down once again on her throne, extending her glass of wine to another figure that stood there. As the figure stepped forward, sandy blonde hair became visible, hair cut short to just bellow her ears, in a boyish style. The woman, as it was obvious by the shape of her, took the glass stepping back into the shadows.
Chapter 23:
Sipping lightly at the wine she held in her hand the young woman was smiling demurely around her. Setting the sparkling chalice down she waved a hand, almost instantly she was rewarded with the presence of a pale girl with raven hair that spilled only to her knees; the garments she wore ruby red and fiery with passionate anger. "Yes lady?" The words that spilled from the chapped and slightly bloody lips were cold, emotionless. As she raised her eyes the dark black orbs were tired looking, anguished and had no sense of hope.
"Fetch me Dark Lady and Wicked Lady. Oh, and messenger. Do not forget to inform them to bring with them our two... disobedient dears." The smile stayed on her lips, even as the messenger stared at her without moving for a minute then turned and left abruptly. "We still have a way to go with you, oh messenger. Mind you. I am queen now." Her words were honeyed with sweet charm, dripping with the thick sugar of deft politeness, a person enjoying taunting others.
As the messenger stalked away, at a fairly good speed another voice spoke from just behind the throne. "Mother." It was a definitely masculine voice, one with a purr as gentle and soft as a kitten's, but one that roared with strength behind it. A warning to any who crossed him, with a voice as gentle as that, there were promises of never-ending pain and torment, should one get on his bad side.
"Son." Her own voice held a slight maternal lilt to it, the content purr of a lioness after watching her cub take down its first kill. "When shall I meet my true queen? When will I gain control of the Lunation crown?" "My dear impatient son be patient. This takes time, and I will not make the same messy mistakes I have made in the past." A grumpy and very masculine groan sounded from behind her, in response to this the young woman laughed. "Oh my son, my son, my son, has life not taught you to be patient yet? Selena lied to us about Serenity. Serenity lied to us about her daughter Serena. You were betrothed to the child that has power but will not grant you power should she die. I made the mistake of killing off Selena too fast. Too soon. Now we have our accommodations. We have the future in our hands... and we have the rightful queen listening to our every word." Here she stood up and gracefully floated down to stand in front of the huge oak doors, "Soon my son you will rule the Earth, and the Moon. Soon. But for now I am going to talk to our two little empresses and their charges for this night." The son said nothing before turning and walking down the stairs, for the first time stepping into the dim lights, a rush of startling ebony hair sparkled in the light, shimmering of it's own accord, he smiled demurely then, wrapping strong muscled arms around the slim shoulders of his mother. "Mother..." Her purred softly, pressing his cheek against the side of her head, acting like a mere child. His eyes were an icy blue color, shining with malevolence.
"Son..." She responded, not at all startled by the touching of her son, "May I visit my future queen? The future queen of the earth... the true heir to the throne?" Here the young woman stiffened, easily slipping out of his grasp, her own ebony locks shimmering, turning her electric green eyes to stare wonderingly at her son. "You have fallen in... Love?" She spat the words hesitatingly, seemingly worried of the circumstances. "NO!" He gave her a fierce look of disgust, before easily gliding past her, giving view to his attire. He wore a black cape that slowly cascaded to his ankles, beneath that a tuxedo of pure black with a small white silk shirt glimmering beneath the thick fabrics. He was dressed in the most princely of attire, silver trimming running along the cloak, embroidered from the finest of silks. Casually held in one hand a mask was held, white and sparkling to the eyes.
"You have already made your mind to go and see her, I see." The queen said in a respectful, dutiful tone, a wry touch to her eyes as she gazed at him up and down. "You look like the prince you were bred to be." She declared, though with a touch of almost despair in her tone. "But why go see the wench, son?" "Because my dearest mother, then I can impose upon her my loooove" He sneered the words "Love" in a low malevolent tone, before slowly circling around his mother, the sharp click of his heeled boots on the floor echoing slightly in the dark room. "Mother think of it. If she believes that I truly love her, then she can come up with no reason as to why I would want her to... oh say kill the one person who is both her sister and her friend, and a person she had loved for a long time." Here he turned around, sharply clicking his heels together, a regal look in his gaze, "unless you want me to stay here and pester you about whether I am to be king today or tomorrow or the day after." He gave her a charming smile before she turned around to face him, grinning cheekily now.
The mother gave a loud sigh and shook her head, "My dearest son I wou-" Here she stopped, startled by the echoing footsteps of four sets of feet. 2 were trudging or dragging footsteps, the other pair was hurried, almost ecstatic to the ears. "Oh mother dear see here, see here what your kittens brung!" Two high-pitched girl's voices met the ears of the two royals, happy laughter filling the silences in between the hiccupping song they sang. Quite suddenly the doors to the chamber was flung open and almost blinding blackish light filled the room, causing both Mother and Son to flinch back, startled by the near pure beauty of the two girls from the dungeons. "Oh your flightiest ravens have returned to the nest," The dark haired child announced. "With your sparrows as well!" Finished the ruby- eyed child, both dressed in their dark luscious gowns of ebony.
"Ah my princesses. Of course. It has taken you long, my dear flight of wing, fleet of feet ravens." The woman purred, walking slowly to the pair of smiling girls. "Oh did it? Well we had some problems... convincing the duo of fighters here to shut their traps and walk." The raven haired child purred lightly, before turning and pointing to the aqua-haired woman, and the sandy blonde one. "They are rude!" She declared, making a face. "Very rude" The pink haired child put in, both of them wearing their hands on their hips; "I see... how were they rude my darl-"before she could finish her sentence the prince chuckled and gently wrapped strong muscles arms around his mother's shoulders once again, kissing her ear lightly, the way a son would. "Mother I am off to woo my would-be bride!" His mother frowned then, pulling out of his embrace and shaking her head, before she could utter a single syllable however her two daughters sprang up and wrapped their slender arms around his thick ones. "Oh dearest Prince of the Earth take your leave, we shall finish all that you have here!" "Yes, yes, we shall take care of everything that needs taking care of in your chambers!" The second child put in laughter filling her voice as the two yanked and led him to the door, opening it without ever touching the oak doors. "Have fun with your girlfriend!!" the chirruped shoving him violently through the door and slamming it shut before he could blink.
"Why Rini I think our day has been made!" "You know what Taru, I think you're right!" The two girls grinned childishly, before turning around and scurrying up the long steps towards the throne. "Oh mother dear see here see here, your daughters take their leave!" The two girls intoned, laughing audibly at the dubious look on their mother's face. The queen of the earth sighed, though a faint smile lingered on her lips. She turned to face the two women, both of whom had collapsed to their knees on the floor, spitting up blood and coughing.
"Why Haruka... Michiru what ails thee?" She crooned, edging closer to the two females, kneeling down and gracefully laying a hand on Haruka's shoulder, a poisonous snake amidst the rats in their own homes. "Do you see how our little ones treat me now? Can you imagine? That same young woman was your daughter for a while. All grown up now isn't she? Grown up and loving the attentions she's receiving," She purred slowly, her words a thick syrupy venom that could have dripped down to the floor and burned through the woods.
"Bitch." The single word left Haruka's lip, the look it created on the Queen's face was genuine anger, as if she'd been slapped by the words. Snarling she stood up, swishing her skirts and stalking towards the stairs, attempting to calm down evidently, "I see that having your lover tortured does nothing to change your tongue. So be it," Here she turned around a grim smile gracing her lips, turning the outer edges of it a faint blue color, testimony to the iciness of her feelings. "I wonder what you would do if you saw your lover so twisted with pain and agony that she could no longer scream her hate for you, what would you do if you watched her die, could have saved her had you kept your big mouth shut? I'm sure you would enjoy that immensely, oh mighty Haruka." With this she preceded towards Michiru, grabbing the girl by what was left of her blood matted aqua-marine curls, "I'll make you both pay dearly. But not by the hands of the two that you had loved, oh no. I think I'll make it a bit more hurtful this time."
With that she flung Michiru's head downwards, and stepped lightly over the moaning girl, "SHINIGAMI!" Her words were fleet as birds in the wind, traveling shrilly across the room, bouncing of the walls, and causing many of the shadow-guards to flinch back in fear. The queen was angry, and that could not bode well for someone. Keeping true to his name as the God of Death, Shinigami appeared at the door, his armor glistening in all its dark glory, bouncing off vibrantly to inflict damage to the eyes of those locked away in darkness for decades. "Yes, lady?" He purred out, a slow catlike question, striding into the room, blatantly ignoring the two females that lay battered and bruised by his feet. Dropping to a knee, he took a single pale hand and pressed his lips insistently to the creamy flesh, his drifting upwards to gaze at the woman's eyes. She smiled at him, a lusty gaze slipping over the bloodlust and anger from earlier. Shifting her hand, she took a firm hold of his and pulled him upwards, stepping close, whispering her words, her lips brushing suggestively against his.
"Oh Shinigami, purr like that again and I will resist you not." She almost smiled when a seductive gleam flickered hungrily through his eyes, opening his lips to perhaps ground out another word but stopped when his queen stepped away from him. "I have a duty for you, when you finish it I will talk with you." Her tone was dismissive, none of the previous emotion drifting through it. She then turned her back to him, a sign that she had nothing more to say to him, on the side of his being with her. "Take these two to some secluded place, any where, your choice messenger of death, and do as you will to them. Kill the aqua-haired one, but leave our ever resilient Haruka to live. Do not harm her too badly, is that understood?" Her tone was sharp, imperial and brooked no argument from her messenger. "Yes lady." He replied his tone was again formal, if not a bit pain streaked.
Author's Note:
Hey everyone, I guess I finished this chapter fairly quickly. I'm wondering, should I change this rating to PG13? Just wondering what you thought, if it should stay R rated or go down a bit. ^^ I don't want to do anything that would cause people to get upset with me. Anyways, please read and review my work. I did fix up the chapters before this and am probably going to start redoing the first few chapters to get rid of the spelling, and grammatical errors. Thanks a lot, and I hope you all read and review!