Author's Notes
Hello once again everyone! Whats going on, dija miss me? See I told you I'd have the next chapter up pronto, no problem!
As always I want to apologize for spelling mistakes, poor grammar usage, and inaccurate facts. I gave up manga for Lent (ITS COMPLETE AND UTTER TORTURE!) so I'm stuck staring at the 18th volume 'till Easter comes. OH MAN I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!
Dangit what's really making me mad is the funky stuff this site does…it doesn't give you any of the symbols so my other Authors Notes have actions mixed in with the sentences but you cant tell that because they aren't marked! I burst into tears when I noticed this and I'm so so so sorry for it! Geez I'm such a perfectionist I cant take it sometimes but those kinds of mistakes distract readers from the stories!
I'm not sure if people noticed or not, but I've completely revised the first three chapters of this story. Everything's still happened the way it did when this fic was first published but I just went through it and fixed as many errors as I could pick up on, added a few things to some scenes, and took care of some loopholes and writer mistakes. So if you're one of the readers that read this when this fic first came out, go back and check out the new additions! The major one is during the first chapter…there's more insight on just what happened to Enyaren and how she met up with Theisinger. I also added some more insight in on Lucivar and Theisinger's relationship in chapter two. Go check it out!
Thank you so much for reading and don't forget to review! You guys know how I am, the more reviews the sooner the next chapter comes up. I promise I wont leave you guys hanging again because now I'm saving the chapters to three different things so I'll always have a copy.
Again I'm sorry for the odd format that fanfiction dot net always puts stuff into. And since no one can see the websites that I had up in the AN of the Proposal Woes chapter, I'll have to give them to you this way. My Otaku account is Xx Bonny Fyfa xX at MyOtaku. Just put the dot-com for that site. As for the poetry site, it's Best-Love-Poetry dot net. Okies now that all the confusion gone its time for more of my story!
ONE MORE THING! Like this chapter title says, this one's rated R because it starts off with a HEAVY yaoi lemonish scene so SKIP IT if you're not into yaoi I will NOT be responsible for corrupting people's minds and I don't want reviews that say 'EWWW THEY'RE GAY!'. OH geez I should just change the rating to Mature…Alrighty you have been warned…
Theisinger's Bedchambers
Lucivar let out a long, loud cry as his back arched against the crimson red sheets of the bed, his head pressing into the large down-feather pillow under his neck as he reached his peak. Muscles tensing and breath coming in short rasps, the Spirit youkai dug his nails into his master's back and collapsed against the deep red silk. His mind was on Cloud Nine as Theisinger continued to pound into him, causing Lucivar to jerk back and forth with the thrusts.
Feeling his lover's seed coating his stomach, Theisinger looked down at Lucivar and smirked as he increased the speed of his hips. The Spirit youkai's beautiful white hair streaked with black was spread over the pillows and sheets and contrasted sharply with the crimson red silk. There was a dreamy, satisfied expression etched on his beautiful face and the red haired youkai lord nearly lost himself to the sexy vision of his lover. Running his long hands down the younger demon's sides, he left a faint trail of marks where his nails scraped the skin.
"M-master," Lucivar gasped, his eyes glazed over in a hazy passion, "Onegai…unngh! G-give it to me." He murmured, opening his legs wider and reaching his hands up to hold either side of his youkai lord's face, holding the lengthy blood-red bangs away from his eyes. Theisinger growled languidly and lifted Lucivar's hips up higher off the mattress, pushing his legs upwards so they draped over his shoulders. Kissing and nipping at the smooth knee, the demon lord looked down at his mate. He was just about to let his control go and release into Lucivar when a click went off in his mind and a connection was opened.
It was Enyaren, intruding into his mind at the worst moment she possibly could.
Theisinger! Theisinger, what the hell am I supposed to do withOh my god, forget it, I'll speak with you later.
Her voice said before the connection was quickly broken. Figuring she had sensed both his irritation and seen the erotic nature of his current activities, Theisinger turned his eyes back to his mate. He would deal with Enyaren later, when Lucivar was asleep.
Lucivar had pushed himself onto his elbows and was staring up at him with a look of utmost pleading on his face as he gently trailed his index finger down the long scar on his master's handsome face. His member had already begun to stiffen again even though he had just released a few minutes ago and there was a brilliant red blush on his cheeks. Covered from the stomach down in his seed, the delicate Spirit youkai appeared to be close to crying.
"Thei-sama…why…why did you stop? Was it Enyaren?" He asked, moaning loudly as his master wrapped his long aristocratic hand around his arousal and began stroking it in tune with the movement of their hips.
"Hush, Lucivar." Theisinger said shortly, leaning down to kiss his mate, bending his legs down so his knees pressed against his shoulders. Lucivar opened his jaw and cried out into the youkai lord's mouth. The feel of being pinned down so closely by his master and filled by him was nearly overpowering.
Thei-sama…He thought before he felt the red-haired youkai lord begin to pick up his pace again, this time even faster and harder then before. Sensing that his mate was coming close to his release, Lucivar began to run his hands up and down Theisinger's powerful chest.
"H-hai, Thei-sama!" He cried, his second release spilling over his master's hand in a glossy white coating. After going twice in such a short span, Lucivar's exhaustion was temporarily forgotten and his desire to please his mate took control.
"Lucivar…" Theisinger growled and slipped his index and middle fingers into his lover's mouth. The Spirit youkai grinned and began drinking in his own seed, sucking and licking the demon lord's fingers in a sexy, provocative way. Unable to control himself any longer, Theisinger seized up violently and released himself into Lucivar with a long jerk of his hips and a fiercely loud growl.
Thoroughly spent but not wanting to crush his smaller, fragile lover under his weight, the youkai lord skillfully turned them over so he lay on his back with Lucivar sprawled on top of him. While the Spirit demon gasped and tried to catch his breath, Theisinger stared up at the stone ceiling of his chambers and smiled. His pretty companion had been such a clumsy, inexperienced little thing when they had first started making love, which had both amused and aroused the red haired youkai greatly. But even now, after being sexually active for so long, Lucivar still had such an innocent quirk to him. The way would sigh, move, yell, and beg could easily send him over the edge but the demon lord had no intention of ever telling his mate this. Not out of pride, but more out of precaution…his lover could be a mischievous one when it came to trying out new tricks for sex. Theisinger knew that he would never be able to deny Lucivar a thing he ever asked for if he ever withheld his favors.
"Thei-sama…gomen-ne." Lucivar said, lifting his head and looking his master in the eye.
"Why are you babbling apologies, love?"
"Because…" He stammered, the blush on his face returning, "You…you only came once and I…"
Theisinger rolled his eyes and put a finger to his mate's lips. "Shush love…I prefer to pleasure you. You're beautiful just after you release…so innocent even though we've made it countless times before. That's the way that I like it the most, so don't ever change."
Lucivar nodded and snuggled closer to his master, feeling his chi reach out to bring the blankets up over them so neither one of them had to move. The Spirit youkai couldn't help but giggle. Theisinger was such a dream during these times…his normal, aristocratic speech mixed with slang was such a change from the hard, smooth words he used in court. He could be so lazy sometimes too, using magic to do everything from bring the sheets over them to making their clothes lay themselves on the bed.
"What are you giggling about?"
"Nothing, Thei-sama…but earlier, when you stopped the seal appeared on your forehead. What did Enyaren want? Did she…see us?" The bicolor haired youkai asked shyly, looking up at his master and tugging the sheets further up over them.
Theisinger sighed. This was one of the most annoying things about the Mind Fusion Curse he had placed on Enyaren before she departed for Draqueen. Although very useful, that particular branch of Black Magic was one of the most dangerous kind to use and was difficult to perform correctly.
"You know how the spell works, Lucivar, she can reach into my mind as deeply as I can reach into hers. I might have a few things to dangle over her head to keep her in line but what she did today was purely by accident. Yes she probably did see you through my eyes because she stopped suddenly and broke the connection. It was better her then I however…the concentration would have distracted me even further."
"Master Theisinger, do you think she'll be able to accomplish everything you need to happen? What if that silly Baron has her killed before they arrive at Draqueen? And what happens if the Dragon Tribe find out about your plans?"
Theisinger turned his eyes back towards the ceiling, "Enyaren, although feeble and half-human, is capable of dealing with that pig of a baron by herself. As for the Dragon Tribe we'll deal with them as we go along. You have nothing to worry about, Lucivar. Even if Lykouleon and his fools manage to get passed the fortress gates I wont let anyone hurt you, surely you know that by now."
"I know…but I'm worried about you. You're the one they'll be after for sure. What if the plan fails? I-I'm not trying to say that it will of course, but there are a lot of variables for the result that your plans. Promise you won't risk your life? If this does fail can we run away and live somewhere they'll never find us?"
The youkai lord laughed out loud and kissed the top of Lucivar's head. So naïve…"Yes…yes I suppose I can promise that. And I think I'll be able to tolerate living like that imbecile alchemist Kharl does with his plaything Garfacky as long as you're there with me." He said honestly, although swallowing his pride enough to fulfill the promise would be a challenge.
Lucivar sighed and relaxed finding Theisinger's hand under the sheets and lacing his fingers with his. He didn't think he could bear it if Theisinger would throw his life away for the sake if his plans. "Arigatou Master Theisinger…"
They kissed laungidly and lazily, their tongues slowly teasing each other. "Go to sleep, now, Lucivar," Theisinger said after a few minutes, "I need to know what is happening with Enyaren before I rest." He said, giving his pretty lover a final chaste kiss on the lips. Pouting slightly, Lucivar nodded and obediently laid his head on Theisinger's chest, completely exhausted from the evening's activities. Once the red-haired youkai felt certain that his mate had fallen asleep, he murmured a word under his breath and the symbol Lucivar had noticed appeared on his forehead.
It was an elegant mark, a symbol meaning 'joined' in the Dragon Tribe's Gaelic language which gave off a brilliant black light whenever it appeared. Feeling the connection being made and the layers of Enyaren's mind opening up to his intrusion, Theisinger closed his eyes in order for better concentration.
"Enyaren, what was it you wanted when you interrupted me earlier."
Stop making it sound like I meant to 'interrupt', Theisinger. I need to know exactly how you want me to deal with D'Manlars. Right now we're in some inn in the Red Lantern district of Draqueen. D'Manlars is with a whore right now just in case you wanted to know.
"Watch your voice, Enyaren." Theisinger said calmly, yet sharply. "I want you to stay put, wherever you are until I can see what the situation is with D'Manlars and his cronies. Once I decide I'll give you further instruction."
Whispering the incantation that ended the spell, Theisinger closed the connection he had to his servant and relaxed. Being with Lucivar had put him in a good mood and he didn't want to have it spoiled by such an unworthy pig like D'Manlars. Summoning his chi again, Theisinger stretched his mind outwards, hundreds of miles across oceans and lands until it surrounded the house that was emitting Enyaren's spiritual signature.
Concentrating on the interior of the old wood and stone inn, Theisinger could only describe it as broken down and ramshackle. Snaking his psychic abilities inside the rooms, the Demon Lord noted the activity that was occurring in the rooms on the far corner of the second floor, where D'Manlars and his lackeys dwelled. In the first room he could see the soldiers drinking and laughing with two scantily clad serving wenches. Enyaren was locked in the closet, probably because it would have appeared suspicious to be toting around a young girl in ropes. And in the next room Theisinger didn't need more then a glance to see just what kind of activity the Baron was currently indulging in. A look at the wench's naked figure bouncing sporadically over a very fat man was enough for him.
Cringing as he retreated, Theisinger opened his eyes and looked down at Lucivar. The slender youkai would probably be jealous if he ever found out that he had just looked at a woman that once would have probably appealed to him. Aye me, my pet…he thought sentimentally, stroking Lucivar's white-black hair. You're making me soft.
Sighing, Theisinger thought his options over and after a moment, decided on a course of action. Once again he chanted the incantation that would activate the link formed between him and his servant and a bright black light shone brilliantly from his forehead.
"Enyaren," He said with a smirk, "I've made a decision."
The Kitchens of the DragonPalace
Karren and Fae looked around them in awe as they followed Cernozura through a set of grand mahogany doors that were carved with images of various food platters, eating utensils, and goblets. Both of them had temporarily forgotten their hunger as they took in the new scenery. The corridors of the Dragon Palace were beautiful, painted very white with lovely carvings of the native Gaelic knots and designs while wrought iron sconces illuminated the hall brightly as day. Occasionally there was a portrait or a statue of one of the royals or a dueling dragon and the carpet was a rich dark crimson red color. When they had turned a corner that was tucked away in a dead-end, both Elf girls caught scent of the aromas that were drifting out of the kitchen chambers. When they entered the kitchen they were greeted with another very pleasant sight.
The kitchens of the Dragon Palace were nearly better then the one they had known all their lives. The chamber was a large one with shining white tile floors with matching countertops, which lined and were currently scattered with various dishes ranging from fruit platters to stuffed pheasants. The walls had some paintings hanging on them decoratively, depicting meals and foods. In the center of the room was a very large table with a smooth marble surface while overhead hung ladles and spoons in all sorts of sizes and types on a wrought-iron rack. Several servants and chefs were bustling around the brightly light chamber, carrying trays of folded napkins, platters, and sets of the finer silverware of the castle.
Cernozura led Karren and Fae over to the large table in the center of the room and pulled out two of the tall wooden stools there for them. Karren managed to get herself seated but Fae, being so petite due to her young age, needed assistance from the Castle Administrator.
"So tell me how old you two girls are?" Cernozura asked, placing a beautiful porcelain bread plate in front of each of the elf princesses. Seated in two of the tall stools in front of a long strip of kitchen-counter, the two blonde haired girls each picked up their sweet-bun although Karren took the time to put her napkin in her lap before eating. Seeing what her sister had just done, Fae set her pastry down and mimicked her older sister, daintily laying the white fabric in her lap before continuing eating.
Fae looked up at Cernozura and smiled. Knowing that it wasn't lady-like to speak with her mouth open but not wanting her sister to talk for her, the five year old girl held up her hand for Cernozura to see her splayed fingers.
"So you're five then, Fae?" The blonde haired woman said kindly, "My you've grown up so much. The last time I met you it was when you were first born. And what about you Karren?"
"I'm nine years old, Lady Cernozura. I remember the last time we visited; we couldn't bring Fae because she was sick." The nine-year-old princess stated as a matter-of-factly, earning an irritated look from her younger sister.
"Well it's certainly nice to see you both again." The castle Administrator said as she glanced out of the arching kitchen windows above the large wooden barrel-and-pump sink on the wide right hand stone wall. Just outside those windows was a small section of the gardens that breeched off from the main courtyards and was mainly used as a small getaway for a stressed castle inhabitant. Cernozura didn't have to strain her ears to hear the loud, boisterous play of Daston, Arian, and Ran as they ran wildly after each other over the palace grounds. She smiled, her eyes turning upwards to admire the moon that was visible through the veil of leaves and trees just outside the window.
It's nice to have some young life in this Castle.
The Palace Stables
Nohiro whistled a lively folk tune to himself as he began to put Lootah away, the last of the dazzling white stallions the Elvish Royals had ridden to Draqueen on. He had dismissed the last of the stable hands since they had lost all interest in the time-consuming task of rubbing down two dozen horses and caring for the elegant jeweled equipment they wore. The Blue Dragon Officer smiled wryly to himself, not blaming the teenage hands for being fed up with the daunting chores because he could remember a time when he himself considered unsaddling twenty four royal white stallions a cruel and unusual punishment. They probably had girlfriends waiting for them somehow so who was he to hold them to do a chore he could easily do himself?
He had sent Miyabi off with Hanakusuku and Shian earlier so he could get a bit of peace while he worked. He loved the three feisty faeries like sisters but when they began to bicker about the trivial things in his life the racket was practically unbearable. About two or three decades ago he had encountered Hanakusuku again in the Faerie Forest, unable to believe that his Power of Rebirth had finally taken effect. A few short years later Shian had appeared again as well. Although Miyabi would never admit it, Nohiro could tell that she was happy to have both of her friends back again after such a long and seemingly hopeless wait.
The Blue Dragon Officer began to pet Lootah's mane as the white stallion bent his head down and began to nibble the straw that had been placed in his small stall trough. Nohiro sighed as he regarded the animal, half-envying the simple life it led. Discovering he was the Blue Dragon Officer had been as much as a shock to his companions as well as himself and it only proved to make his life a little more complicated. Nohiro had spent so much of his life traveling that settling down to a political life in service of the Dragon King Lykouleon was nothing short of a culture shock. He was honored to have been selected as the new Officer and knew his duties were of dire importance to the Dragon Empire but the young man couldn't deny that he missed certain elements of his old life.
Nohiro was also becoming even more lonesome for what he had set out to find in the first place all those years ago: a life companion of Faerie heritage. After the war against the demons and he had been appointed as the Blue Dragon Officer, his duties required him to stay close to Draqueen. Unless he was on an Ambassador mission in Dusis, the chestnut haired man had little time to spare traveling to the Faerie Forest in search of a girlfriend.
Throughout the years that Lord Rune and his Lady Tintlette had come to visit, he had always been allowed to accompany them to and back from Draqueen with a week or two worth of visiting time in the Forests. For this, Nohiro was very grateful to Lykouleon, who must have known something about his personal dreams. Perhaps Rune had told him during a visit once long ago? Whatever the case was, the Blue Dragon Officer didn't regret accepting the position in the King's service but at the same time he couldn't deny that he missed certain aspects of previous life.
Smiling and beginning to quietly sing a tune that he found kept Elvish stallions from becoming skittish, Nohiro set to work unsaddling Lootah, carefully placing the jeweled leather seat on the stall's door. Picking up one of the grooming brushes from the bucket he had brought, the brunette Officer began to cheerfully rub the elegant horse down. Lootah nickered happily as Nohiro brushed his gleaming white coat, obviously happy to have the dust and sweat swept off of him.
Nohiro eventually became so caught up with his task that he didn't hear the stable doors being carefully eased open and the gentle swishing of long, soft cotton skirts.
Having just come in as quietly as she possibly could, Ririkaina replaced the latch on the wooden stable door and looked down the long dust-floor corridor of the palace stables, her delicate pointed ears listening closely. Nohiro was singing an old Elvish song about a man singing to his newly wed bride, causing her to blush mildly as she crept up to Lootah's new stable and pressed her back against the wooden planks separating the two stalls.
"When the moon on a cloud cast night
Hung above the tree tops' height
You sang me of some distant past
That made my heart beat strong and fast
Now I know I'm home at last."
Ririkaina slowed her breathing so she wouldn't disrupt Nohiro as she carefully turned her head to peer into the horse stall in order to get a glimpse of him. Although she was embarrassed about spying on him, Ririkaina couldn't help feeling infatuated with Nohiro since his arrival to the Faerie Forest bringing an invitation to the Elf King Rune. She could remember when she had first seen him wandering around the forest, surrounded by tiny faeries all doting and chattering over him as he knelt by the stream to wash away the sweat on his face. Having been dismissed from her duties by Lady Tintlette for an hour, Ririkaina had decided to spend her break by the Aemba rivulet skipping stones and watching the faeries dance across the water's surface.
"You offered me an eagle's wingThat to the sun I might soar and sing
And if I heard the owl's cry
Into the forest I would fly
And in its darkness find you by."
She couldn't lie to herself by denying that her curiosity about Nohiro wasn't helped by his appearance. His handsome face was gentle and demure set with eyes that looked on all living things kindly. His chestnut brown hair was a little mussed from putting away so many horses and his clothing were a little dusty as well. The bright torchlight made it easy for the elvish girl to see that the rich navy blue of his tunic suited him, as well as the sleek leather pants and black mesh turtleneck. After slipping away from him unnoticed at Aemba, Ririkaina had asked a few of the other handmaidens about the Blue Dragon Officer but none of them knew very much about him.
"And so our love's not a simple thingNor our truths unwavering
But like the moon's pull on the tide
Our fingers touch, our hearts collide
I'll be a moonsbreath by your side."
Ririkaina couldn't figure out just why Nohiro touched a cord somewhere in her heart. It was as if she knew him somewhere before in a previous life. Everything about him, his voice, his gentle demeanor, his appearance, and his mannerisms were like a memory of a dream to her.
"And so our love's not a simple thingNor our truths unwavering
But like the moon's pull on the tide
Our fingers touch, our hearts collide
I'll be a moonsbreath by your side."
Nohiro paused in his work upon hearing a small bang on the wooden planks of the stall's door and looked over his shoulder. His cinnamon brown eyes widened as he regarded his visitor, standing just inside the stall door with a look of uncertainness expressed on her face.
The elf in front of him was nothing short of a dream like vision. She had a medium, slender build with a delicate frame and soft white skin. Her pretty face was set with large clear blue eyes with lengthy jet black eyelashes. Straight sky blue hair was piled on top of her hair in a swirling bun decorated with a string of yellow honeysuckle blossoms. Several strands hung curling down from the top of her hair and hung around her shoulders while her bangs hung neat and straight across her forehead. Her gown was simple, consisting of an off the shoulder white blouse tucked into a black leather cincher. Her lengthy skirts were layered a navy blue color with a yellow floral print embroidered, efficiently hiding her shoes.
The Blue Dragon Officer was thunderstruck. The girl had the face of the woman that had haunted his dreams for decades.
Silk…
"Uh…" The elf began, "I'm sorry to disturb you, it's just that Lord Rune sent me to find you."
Nohiro continued to stare at the serving maid in a mild stupor. She must have been one of the Ladies in Waiting that Queen Tintlette had brought with her from the Faerie Forest. He wondered why he had never seen her before, since he had been all over the Elf palace and had spent a lot of time with the Elf Royals…she was obviously one of the favored serving girls of Lady Tintlette, he could easily see that from the golden jewelry that hung from her pointed ears, neck, and wrists.
"Lord Nohiro?"
Suddenly remembering himself, Nohiro closed his jaw and blinked a few times. "Forgive me, I'm sorry for staring…you just…never mind. Lord Rune summoned me?"
"Yes he did but he also asked me to tell you not to hurry and to finish whatever task you were doing before going to see him."
Lootah snorted and stomped his hoof, landing a hit on Nohiro's toe as he did so. Swearing mildly in pain, the Blue Dragon Officer threw down the brush and glared at the horse as he hopped on one foot while cradling the abused limb in his hands. Ririkaina had to cover her mouth in attempt to hide her laughter but couldn't hold back all of her giggles.
"Lootah…He doesn't like standing in his sweat." She said, coming into the stall and picking up the fallen brush as Nohiro fell on his rear on a pile of hay in the corner, glaring bitterly at the horse as he rubbed his foot.
"You know this horse?"
"Aye…I rode him from the Faerie Forest o'er the past three days." She replied, sliding her hand through the leather strap of the brush and beginning to stroke the bristles across Lootah's gleaming white coat. Nohiro nodded and stood up, the ache in his foot fading away to a dull throb. For a few minutes he watched the serving girl, trying but miserably failing not to let his eyes settle on her shapely hips and rear end.
"Wh-whats your name?" He asked finally, snapping himself out of his boyish stupor.
"It's Ririkaina, milord." She said, looking over her shoulder, only to find him standing right beside her. The blue haired girl blushed faintly as he placed his hand over hers holding the brush, smiling genuinely and rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.
After all this time…He thought happily as a wide smile broke onto his face. "Nohiro. Just call me Nohiro."
"Alright Lor-…Nohiro."
The Red Lantern District, Draqueen
Enyaren scowled darkly as Theisinger withdrew from her mind, leaving her to sit a while longer miserable in the dim, confining closet that D'Manlars had literally tossed her into. With her wrists, knees, elbows, and ankles bound together by ropes, the demi-elf could hardly do much else then to sit there in the dark and wait for her superior to give her instructions on how to proceed with the plans.
His methods were hardly appreciated. Enyaren could remember when he had two of his demon servants retrieve her from her home in the middle of one summer night once her younger siblings and fiancée had fallen asleep. Like most of Theisinger's servants, the two demons were psychics. One was able to put up a defensive barrier around them while the other was able to teleport them across the continent of Dusis and deep into the lands of Arinas. She could remember being scared out of her wits, hardly able to comprehend what was happening to her. She didn't like being dragged down passage after passage of nothing but cold stone and darkness, tripping over her skirts as she was pushed and shoved along the corridors.
Bowing to Theisinger had been the worst part of the whole deal. She didn't like bending her knee to the demon that had murdered her parents in cold blood but she knew that if she didn't, her younger siblings would be the ones to pay the price. Enyaren could remember listening to what Theisinger wanted her to do, all the while conjuring mental images of her dagger plunging into various points on his body.
"You are to go to go to the Dragon Capital, Draqueen. There you will meet Zartler Horvath, one of the spies I've planted in the DragonPalace. He is currently posing as a Mapmaker and Architect. You will be his assistant and help him draw up the DragonPalace's layout. I want everything about that Castle copied to parchment; all the servant corridors, secret passages and any entrances or exits. Portray yourself as a friend to the Dragon Tribe and do not give their Fortune Tellers any reason to lay the Cards down in order to find out more about you. Find any weak points in both the Castle and the inhabitants. You will stay there until further instruction."
Afterwards Theisinger had cast the Mind Fusion curse on her. Enyaren couldn't fathom how much worse things could possibly get. It was bad enough that she was being forced to do the youkai Lord's bidding…having him inside her head made the task seem unbearable. The spell was an ancient curse that literally linked the minds of the caster and victim together, allowing them both the capabilities to talk to each other telepathically and see through each other's eyes and thoughts. The caster held the advantages to literally posses the victim and have complete control over the latter's actions. Theisinger had yet to posses Enyaren but she had the feeling that he would be able to send his energy and perform deadly magic if he ever did take her over.
Enyaren sighed miserably. Her father was probably going to tear her eyes out if she ever reached Heaven. Betrayal, treachery, and deceitfulness had been the things Lahaan had taught her to never commit against the Dragon Tribe even if it meant her life. But it wasn't her life that was being bartered for treason.
Enyaren listened to the soldiers outside the door, laughing hysterically as they drank themselves into stupidity. If they kept this up, all of them would have passed out within the next two hours. Escape would be incredibly easy if D'Manlars and his men were too busy sleeping off the alcohol they had consumed. All she had to do was wait until the Demon Lord let go of his plaything long enough to give her instruction on how to deal with the problem.
The demi-elf shook her head. 'Plaything' wasn't an appropriate or a fair term to describe Lucivar. She had only met him once or twice out of Theisinger's presence and he wasn't necessarily a bad person. He had been very polite and Enyaren found the Spirit youkai to be…sweet. Although she didn't understand how the attraction between Theisinger and Lucivar was, she did know that the two had merged their auras, the youkai version of marriage. Whenever the connection between herself and the red-haired demon lord was opened she could detect Lucivar's presence, even if she was unable to talk to him. They were in love…Enyaren found it difficult to believe that the cold hearted devil she knew Theisinger to be could fall in love. She certainly hadn't intended to open the connection while Theisinger and Lucivar were being intimate…the youkai Lord was probably going to be a little more then irritated whenever he called her.
Some half hour later, Enyaren felt the symbol on her forehead flare to life and the psychic channels open before Theisinger appeared in her mind. Bright black light illuminated the closet and the brown-haired demi-elf nearly let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't irritated or upset about her previous intrusion…Lucivar must have done him in well.
Enyaren, I've made a decision.
"Alright Lord Theisinger, tell me what you will me to do." Although she couldn't see it, she knew the youkai Lord was smirking and she didn't like what it suggested. When he didn't reply, she tried again, repeating her question but the red-haired youkai said nothing. Enyaren tried scanning over his thoughts but whenever she passed a certain point everything would blank…a barrier. Whatever he had in mind was hidden behind that psychic divider and obviously didn't want her to see it.
"Theisinger…?" She asked before her stomach lurched from the sudden wave of psychic energy that the Demon Lord had just unleashed between their minds. The 16-year-old demi-elf nearly cried out from surprise. It was as if there were a storm raging inside of her head and it was beginning to seep deeper then Theisinger's intrusions usually were.
"Theisinger!" She exclaimed, feeling herself break into a cold sweat, "What's happening, I feel like my mind's being swallowed!"
Don't be afraid, Enyaren, I won't allow your body to be destroyed. Do not try to resist me either it will only make it painful.
"What are you doing to me!" She demanded, closing her eyes and trying to fight the torrents flooding her mind, despite the splitting headache that had suddenly flared up in her head. What the hell was Theisinger trying to do!
Realizing that he was going to posses her, Enyaren vaguely felt her head slamming against the closet wall and the black light emitting from her forehead burn brighter. No…if he was going to possess her then whatever he was going to do to get her away from D'Manlars would include more then the murders of the Baron and his lackeys. The three cheap metal hangers above her head rattled as energy began to radiate off of her body, burning through the cords that were keeping her limbs bound instantly.
Enyaren let out an anguished cry as her struggles were overpowered by Theisinger's power. The sentiments of being possessed turned out to be a very peculiar feeling. Most people said that being possessed made you black out. Instead, Enyaren could see everything through her own eyes but she couldn't control what she was doing. It was as if she herself had been put in the back of her mind and her body was a living marionette with an invisible master pulling the strings.
She watched herself stand up and shake the wrinkles from her skirts before opening the closet door and marching right out of it. Enyaren felt herself becoming even more nervous…and she nearly screamed when she saw her own reflection in the mirror that was hanging on the wall across from her. Theisinger's chi was coming off of her in black waves, causing a whirlwind that broke a cheap porcelain vase on the vanity table and the empty wine glasses that sat on the table nearby to shatter. The symbol on her forehead was flaring vibrantly and her eyes were glowing a hellish black…like a crazed youkai.
Enyaren felt herself trembling in her subconscious. Her abrupt entrance and maniacal appearance was causing havoc in the small dusty room of the inn. The two serving wenches were quick to race out the door with their corsets half off, while D'Manlars' men stumbled about, grabbing their weapons and trying to decide whether to fight her or run.
Theisinger, what are you doing!
Be grateful my dear, I'm helping you escape.
D'Manlars, having heard the commotion that was occurring in his neighboring room had just thrown the door open with a loud slam. He wasn't happy about the disturbance and was dressed in nothing save his long underwear and tunic. Demanding what was happening the overweight Baron was nearly trampled as his minions ran from the room, screaming in panic.
"COWARDS! What the devil is going on in…here…" The Baron fell silent looked up to see the girl he had arrested back in Bin-Rah standing over him. "You-you girl…you're a youkai!" He stammered, paling as he stumbled backwards on his rear-end and ending up backing into the wall.
The young brunette snickered and folded her arms, tilting her head to the side as if she were trying to decide what to do with him. D'Manlars couldn't stop himself from trembling…the girl's appearance was boarding absolute maniacal with black energy swirling around her figure like a tornado and a Gaelic symbol shining on her forehead. Nearby down the hall, the whore he had hired for the night scurried out of the room and bolted for the stairs despite being scantily clad in a thin chemise and the sheet from the bed.
"S-settle down lass! We can work things out…you're free to go, your horse and all your belongings are in the Inn's stable. I'll even reimburse you! If it's money you want then we can work something out!" He said, his voice stammering as he body began to shake like a leaf in fear. However the girl ignored his plea and raised her hand over him, splaying her fingers and the brilliant black light that was circling her began to collect in her palm.
Far off in his chambers in Arinas, Theisinger smirked. He could easily feel Enyaren's frustration and fear. He could see the Baron cowering on the floor at her feet, offering sums of gold and pleas for his life. He was glad that it hadn't taken very much effort to possess his half-elf servant, otherwise he would have had to move and woken up Lucivar. The Spirit youkai stirred on top of him but otherwise didn't wake up.
Theisinger channeled his energy through Enyaren, gathering it in her palm. He supposed what he was doing was a little tacky and reckless and the results were certain to draw attention from the Dragon Palace. But perhaps that would be the best action to take, since it would completely dupe those Dragon fools. On her own, Enyaren was a very average young woman with the traits and strengths of a typical housewife. No one would even fathom the idea of her actually causing the disaster.
THEISINGER! Enyaren screamed, WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO!
"I'd cover your head, my dear." Theisinger said with a smirk.
THEISINGER NO!
Author's Notes: PHEW. Well I have to say that this chapter isn't one of my favorites. I wanted to add two more scenes into it but my hands just simply refused to work and my brain kept shutting down. GRRR! Oh well, I'm sorry this chapter was a disappointment, hopefully the next one will be better. Please review it?
I hope I didn't scare people off with the…risqué sex scene at the beginning. That was actually my first attempt at heavy yaoi lemon. How do you guys like Theisinger and Lucivar? Ain't they just sweet together? I thought it was rather dapper if I do say so myself.
Disclaimer: The song that Nohiro was singing and this chapter name, Samain Nights was done by Celtic Rock singer Loreena McKennitt, one of my favorite singers. Her music is the main fuel for this story so several of the chapter names will probably take on a name of her songs. I used Samain Nights for this particular one. So the bottom line is that I don't own Samain Nights.
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