Get ready chaps! The chapter you've been waiting for has finally arrived.
EVERYTHING IS EXPLAINED!!!! I know, you are leaping for joy.
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The Chamber.
It was as dark as life-blood in the red-veined marble and ebony hall. Yet, however much the hall chilled the soul, it was nothing in comparison to the woman who sat upon the Dark Throne.
She lounged, clothed in a strange leather dress, extremely thin and supple, which clung to her every curve. Her lips were perfectly sculpted, though now twisted into a snarl of rage as she tasted the acid on the air that told of a passing between worlds.
She stroked her dress, to calm herself, and smiled. The little donor was such a sweet slave, with the most marvelous skin. Pure and porcelain. There was still a little bit of despair residing in that pelt, reminding the wearer of her absolute dominance.
But still, she had worked so hard to prevent those two from coming together. At a wave of her hand an image appeared, of Hitomi's emaciated face. It had been the perfect plan. The woman's soft voice hissed as she laughed, the asp of the temple. The poor little seer had obeyed her every whim after she had severed the bond.
The laugh died. Except in those dreams. It would seem that both called strongly enough to each other to undo her careful planning. Even to get passes the block she put between the worlds.
Ah, but the little prince. Van's face appeared shimmering. He hadn't slipped very far from his leash. Perhaps the plan could be saved.
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The Chamber.
It was as dark as life-blood in the red-veined marble and ebony hall. Yet, however much the hall chilled the soul, it was nothing in comparison to the woman who sat upon the Dark Throne.
She lounged, clothed in a strange leather dress, extremely thin and supple, which clung to her every curve. Her lips were perfectly sculpted, though now twisted into a snarl of rage as she tasted the acid on the air that told of a passing between worlds.
She stroked her dress, to calm herself, and smiled. The little donor was such a sweet slave, with the most marvelous skin. Pure and porcelain. There was still a little bit of despair residing in that pelt, reminding the wearer of her absolute dominance.
But still, she had worked so hard to prevent those two from coming together. At a wave of her hand an image appeared, of Hitomi's emaciated face. It had been the perfect plan. The woman's soft voice hissed as she laughed, the asp of the temple. The poor little seer had obeyed her every whim after she had severed the bond.
The laugh died. Except in those dreams. It would seem that both called strongly enough to each other to undo her careful planning. Even to get passes the block she put between the worlds.
Ah, but the little prince. Van's face appeared shimmering. He hadn't slipped very far from his leash. Perhaps the plan could be saved.