Here I am, sitting in front of my 28" TV, playing Final Fantasy XI as a Red Mage/Warrior, burning everything with my power!! Hee hee!! I feel like Kefka now!!
Sairn: (O_O;) I think you've finally cracked...
Oh yeah? *takes a deep breathe* "Camptown ladies sing that song, do dah, do dah..."
Sairn: (_!) AHHHHHH!!! MY EARS!! THE PAIN!! THE AGONY!! AGH!!! *falls over*
Fiora: *walks in with a CD player and headphones* I disagree. You sound so sexy, Kingkazul.
(^_^;) Did my ears just hear that?
Sairn: *gets back up but gets knocked over by a mailbag* Ow... (T_T)
*drops PS2 controller* MAIL CALL!!!!
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Millenium Slinky: Whassup! I haven't heard from ya in a while! Yep, Fiora's my new obsession as is Legault is _STILL_ your obsession.
Snoopy6458: ... I don't even have a clue how the military works. Even though I know the chain of command, I am clueless when it comes to division and order. Maybe I should join the ROTC. Nah, but still the demon creature is something you will find out. REAL SOON!!
DarkLink313: Dude, your new FF fic is sweet and I barely have the time to sign on and review so I just put you on here for recognition. By the way, do you still have your original manuscript of your reposted "Ladies' Man: Sain Succeeds"? You better put it up on an site that I wouldn't dare mention as there's spyware on my PC.
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If Fiora had been told that within a day that she would be knocked out unconscious just by looking at a man, she would've shoved her Rex Hasta right up that bastard's ass.
The bed she now lies upon received the welcoming light of the sun. The rays streamed across her inert body yet Fiora still remained unconscious. Why had she just knocked herself out, nobody knows.
Still lying in her vast and quick mind in the world of unconsciousness, Fiora drifted this way and then that way like a leaf in the wind. Looking below herself, Fiora saw infinite blackness yet she wasn't falling. Looking above herself, there was infinite whiteness yet she wasn't flying.
(Where am I?) she thought to herself. (This is too strange.)
A saber suddenly appeared before her. It was almost a meter long, the tip sharper than a Rapier. The pommel and guard for the hand were made of bronze but the grip was of steel as was the rest of the blade. The great blade was almost alike to the color of the sky yet it was more of the ocean rather than the great vast ceiling of the earth.
It slowly floated closer to her, offering itself grip and guard first to Fiora. Fiora slowly reached out to it, unsure of what it may do to her. When her slim fingers touched it, nothing happened. Satisfied that nothing evil may happen to her through this saber, she wrapped both hands around it.
But she was incredibly wrong.
A great rending force struck her and the saber flew off in the direction of which it came. Fiora tried to release her grip on the saber but it wouldn't come off! Her hand, which was once obedient to her mind only, refused to comply with her mental commands. The great darkness zoomed by her and strange colored lights flew about her.
(This is not happening!) her mind screeched to the darkness about her.
The saber hurtled through the darkness, tearing it apart like the great sword Durandel rending through dragonflesh. At each slash, the dark material bled large quantities of crimson liquid. The saber finally halted to a stop and Fiora found herself falling through the edge of infinity.
She tumbled and screamed, confused and scared by what just merely happened seconds ago. Great globs of the crimson goo then coalesced together and two strange beings appeared before hher. The tradition depiction of Fear and Horror appeared about her dancing a strange dance. But no later than she opened her mouth to scream, both demons grasped her by her arms and hurtled away in the opposite direction they were traveling.
Fiora struggled as fiercely as she could but her arms were gripped too tightly by cold demonflesh. The red one, Fear, looked at her several times and leered at her. It stared at Fiora with such an intensity that Fiora forced herself to look below her.
But looking down at the infinity of darkness below her was too much. With no choice left, she tried to shut her eyes and to tune out the cackles and strange utterances both demons of darkness were making. But her body wouldn't comply with her demands. Instead, her eyes remained open and her ears focused more intently on the strange guttural language.
"Master will like her, Fear," the blue demon to her left suddenly said. Looking at Horror, Fiora's eyes widened. Her thoughts quickly spun, trying to conjure whom these creatures of darkness may be serving.
"Indeed, Master will like her, Horror," the red demon, Fear, to her right smirked.
"How long do you think she'll last?" Horror asked his companion as they continued to soar through the darkness.
"I wager half an hour," Fear replied with a grin of malic. "I'd put on a third of my slaves as my wager."
"You're on, brother," Horror grinned back at Fear. Then looking at Fiora, his grin widened to include all of his sharp fangs.
"Your survival will be something I look forward to, Pegasi Knight," Horror said to Fiora.
(Let me go!) Fiora tried to scream through lips that wouldn't move. She tried to kick the red one but her legs just fluttered a little like a fish flopping out of water. She then tried to strike at the blue demon but she missed.
The demon brothers were amused by Fiora's pitiful attempt to attack them and shook Fiora like a mouse being thrashed by a terrier. Both of Fiora's arms were hurting like mad when both demons finally stopped. After such a while of this torture, Fiora collapsed into a state between being awake and asleep.
After what seemed an eternity of soaring through the darkness, the demon brothers halted before a strange patch of oozing matter. It went this way and then suddenly the other, with strange tendrils the color of shadows sprouting up and then suddenly fading away into a strange black mist. Both brothers lifted Fiora up and then tossed her onto the matter. She landed on the congealing mass on her back and finally her voice recovered.
"Watch what you assholes are doing!" Fiora yelled as she struggled to get up. She managed to get up to kneeling position to hurl more insults at her captors. Both demons were smiling from pointy ear to pointy ear. The blue one then stepped forward and summoned a mass of land beneathe them. They then floated down gently and alighted upon the barren stretch of earth that was conjured by Horror.
"Do you know where you are, Pegasi Knight?" Fear asked as he walked around Fiora.
"Does it look like I know where this is, you vile creature!" Fiora managed to yell as she suddenly slipped and fell on her back. "I want out of here!"
"Oh," said Horror. "But this is just the beginning of your nightmare." Fear gave a low cackle and summoned a whip of fire into his hands. The great flaming brand crackled with such ferocious intensity that Fiora could feel the burn from such a distance.
The blue demon then waved his arms again and the tendrils Fiora laid upon suddenly whipped up and seized the Pegasi Knight. Fiora gave a scream that pierced the darkness. The long dark tendrils grabbed Fiora and slammed her back down on her back. Fiora could feel the pulsating heat from the dark matter she was upon and she gave another scream. Horror and Fear then summoned a gateway that was at least twice as tall as Horror and Fear yet the width was twice as long as Fiora's Rex Hasta. A shadowy creature began to advance from within the gateway, slowly in a lumbering pace.
"What are you going to do to me?" Fiora managed to gasp as the tendrils of dark matter slowly began to wrap tighter about her. A piece of her armor suddenly broke and it was suddenly consumed by the matter of darkness.
More and more of Fiora's armor was snapping off and was quickly absorbed by the strange matter of darkness. As each piece was absorbed, a strange crimson color oozed from the matter she was laying upon and stained her flesh. The crimson ooze did not only stain her flesh. Fiora felt dizzy and swore that the red liquid was slipping into her. As more and more of the strange plasma forced its way within her, the Pegasi Knight's inhibitions slowly loosened.
As each second passed, Fiora's mind was continually plagued by thoughts, strangely erotic thoughts, that she had never had the time to think about. She saw images flash in her mind of men and women in coitus, acting out the one god-given acts. She then saw a familiar tactician without any clothing on. Fiora blushed as her mind became more and more pornographic. She tried to shut off her mind to these hedonistic thoughts but her mind was completely engrossed in these acts of hedonism. A image of her on top of Mark flashed before her and Fiora felt a strange warm feeling in her nether regions.
Finally, Fiora was completely naked. Nothing of Fiora's garments had survived after the strange darkmatter had consumed it all. Looking at the demon brothers in a drunken manner, Fiora licked her lips. The normally taciturn Ilian Pegasi Knight felt a strange burning feeling along her body and she swore her lower parts were itching for something. She wanted something really badly...
"Hello, handsomes," she slurred as she looked at the demon brothers. "Care to..." She sought for the word. "Have a little fun?"
Horror and Fear grinned at each other and tossed aside their weapons of torture. Fiora closed her eyes as her mind knew what the inevitable was going to happen.
"And now, the fun begins..." she heard the low hissing tone of the demon brothers.
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Mark suddenly lurched up in his chair. He quickly dropped the quill he was holding and immediately grabbed his saber. Tying the light blade on, Mark's sharp ears heard another scream. His fingers fumbled with the knots.
"Damn knots," Mark cursed as he managed to tie a half-hitch onto his belt. "If only I listened to Dart's lessons on tying knots properly..."
Another scream punctuated through Mark's mind and the Master Tactician finally gave up on the knots and drew the saber. Running to the door, he ripped off the scabbard with inhuman strength and tossed it onto his table.
Running through the great empty halls, the screams led to the bedroom at the end of the corridor. Halting before the door, Mark realized that he was just here last night.
(Can it be?) Mark thought as he absent-mindedly scratched his jawline with his left hand. (It can't have happened...) Another scream, this time louder, pierced through the door and Mark had no choice but to open the door and rush in.
Bursting through the door, Mark suddenly halted as he saw a being rolling and thrashing on the bed, wrapped in the covers. Mark laid his saber onto a nearby table and went to the foot of the bed and slowly pulled off the top cover. The red silk fabric slid off and a white linen blanket was beneathe it. But there was still no sign of the mystery person beneathe it all.
(Wait a minute!) Mark thought, his hands poised to rip away the second layer. (I'm pretty sure I was here before. But when?) He racked his brains for the answer but another scream emanated from the mass, quickly making Mark's decision.
"Here goes..."
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Sweat rolled off of Fiora's naked body in great masses. Those great dark bindings of the strange plant-like creature had all disappeared. Both demon brothers had disappeared but yet she still laid upon that strange mass of jiggling matter.
Looking around in confusion, Fiora finally realized why she was cold. Her clothes were gone. All she had left was the green headband on her forehead and it was completely soaked in her own sweat. Taking it off, Fiora saw that sweat was not only mingled with the cloth. A strange whitish substance had somehow attached itself upon it. Fiora took a whiff of that substance and was confused by its odor. It wasn't exactly a paste or glue of some sort but it definitely wasn't something from a wound. What could it be?
"Oh my," said Fiora in a quiet manner. The jello-like mass below her moved a little and turned from the shade of shadows into a strange sunset red color. She then heard a man's voice but it sounded as if it were a far distance away.
"Fiora!" she heard the man's voice call to her. "Fiora! Where are you!" The Ilian Knight turned around and saw a shadow of a man running toward her. Fiora had no idea what to do. She can't cover herself up with abslutely nothing and she's somewhat embarassed by the fact that she's naked.
"Fiora!" the man yelled again, this time a bit louder. The man's outline came into view and Fiora saw that he had a cloak fanning out behind him. She heard the hard taps of travel boots striking the dead earth. There was only one person who had worn those kind of boots.
Fiora stood up on the jiggling dark mass, still a little embarassed of her nudity. "Is that you Mark?" she called.
The man came closer and waved his right arm at her. "Fiora? Is that you?" Mark said.
The shadows then bounded away and Fiora could see the Master Tactician's face. In the three years that had passed, Fiora saw several worry lines on the Etrurian's forehead. What could he have been worrying about?
Mark abruptly stopped and averted his eyes to the ground. "Er, Fiora?" Mark mumbled as he kept his eyes looking at the ground. "Er..."
"Er..."
"Take my cloak. At least you'll be warm." Mark's great green cloak flew through the air and Fiora caught it. She quickly donned the fabric. She whirled it around her neck and made sure that the open front was sealed.
"You can look now."
But when Mark looked at her once more, a strange light came into his normally brown eyes. As he opened his mouth, two fangs sprouted in his teeth. He leered at Fiora and stepped forward in a deliberately menacing fashion.
"So..." he said in a guttural voice. "The sacrifice to the Master of Fear and Horror... This is interesting..." Mark snapped his fingers and the strange jelly-like mass sprouted long vines which wrapped tightly about Fiora.
Fiora gave a scream and found herself on her back once more. And yet once more, a strange red liquid was oozing from the matter of darkness she was lying upon. It forced its way into her body and Fiora's mind became similar to a drunk. Fiora tried to scream out once more but she found herself gagged by a dark vine.
An image of arousement spun through her mind. Fiora saw once more men and women committing one of the many god-given acts. She saw men on top, women on top, men behind the women, and many, many more pornographic images within her mind. A strange warm feeling burned within her and her breathe slowly became ragged. The air about her seemed warm and in need of cooling. As her mind experienced the ecstacy of sexual feelings, Fiora heard the guttural tone of Mark, this time with a bit of raggedness.
"You do not know how this mortal male wishes to be with you, Ilian Knight. This man has thought about you ever since the first Dread Isle incident." Fiora then heard the sharp steps walk from her left side to her right side.
"This male mortal, this beloved one of yours, has pined for you for the last three years. Do you not know of the pain and misery you have caused him? This man has been sought by many other women. Do you know who had lusted him instead of you?"
"Plenty other women in the company have sought him to share their beds. Lady Lyndis attempted to lure him but his honor stayed him in his own area. You youngest sister, Florina, also tried to lure him with similar favors but his mind considered this as dealing with an underage minor. In his book of morals, he considered this as an evil act. Your other sister, Farina, attempted to take him by force but your lover resisted had no choice but to pay her gold to stay away from him." The boots were sounded off as the strangely possessed Mark continued to circle around Fiora.
Fiora was indignant at this person who's claiming to be Mark. Why hadn't Mark told her of his feelings? Why had her sisters for that matter not tell her that Mark also had feelings for her? This is not right, it is her right to now about another man who likes her. She knew that Mark was usually a quiet fellow around women. She thought that the silence that she usually received from Mark meant that he didn't exactly like her for landing her Pegasi on him back on Dread Isle.
"They were not the only ones to try to share beds. Rebecca tried to lure him in under the pretense that one of her bows had broken. Instead, Mark found himself being hugged tightly by a lustful green-haired maiden who was half naked. Mark had no choice but to play along with a lustful Rebecca. By the time Rebecca decided to bring out the leather whips, Mark decided to take the dominant role and tied Rebecca up. Then he made his escape for your sake. But she was not the only one."
"Serra had tried a more direct approach but Mark tried to ward her off by stating that Clerics in the service of St. Elimine should stay chaste until they quit their service. Of course, the pink-haired Ostian Cleric decided to get around that by luring Mark in on the pretense that she need help with something in her tent that night. Mark being naive, had fallen into her trap. But the sly Cleric had wine and several books out. You know how Mark is. Once he reading, he'll get thirsty. And when he gets thirsty, there's no other drink of choice for the but wine. And so, Mark gets drunk but Serra also gets drunk. I can tell you that Mark suffered several injuries from getting physical with a lustful and hyper Serra. But by the time Serra wanted to commit the single act that would take away something of hers, Mark fell down in a stupor."
"There was also a certain female Paladin in the retinue who was completely enamored with him. Do you know who it was? It was her, Isadora of Pherae, the only Paladin who was a woman. Do you even want to know how she managed to lure him in? I'll tell you. She had asked Mark to come into her tent one night to see if she should discard a certain shield of hers. When your lover stepped in, expecting Isadora to grab him and thrust him onto the cot and proceed to do strange acts to him, he was surprised that Isadora kept back and was still polishing her armor by candlelight. When he called her name, he saw a strange light in Isadora's eyes when she looked up. By then, your Mark was somewhat bewitched by those blue eyes. But those charms of a woman that Isadora had possessed were not enough to force Mark to willingly join her on her cot."
Fiora looked at the possessed body of Mark. So that was why Mark was silent around her. He had loved her but was afraid that he might be attacked by her in the middle of the night. But there has to be another reason why. A man cannot be a man if he is scared of women. There has to be another reason.
"Mark was not afraid of women for their ferocity and veracity in both combat and the tent. He was afraid of hurting their feelings. He was also afraid of rousing the tempers of the men in the company also. You know why Lord Eliwood chose Ninian. Because they had a connection. But Mark couldn't choose anyone. Why? Because he had no connection to any one of them other ladies. He wanted dearly to speak to you in private but did he get a chance to spit it out? He did not. Whenever he tried to say those three little words, he ended up saying something about your skill and your superb abilities as a Pegasi Knight."
"Do you even know why he chose you over the other more beautiful maidens from the company?" Fiora shook her head as more tears of understanding rolled down her cheeks. "Your lover chose you for reasons that I cannot put in words. He has paid the price for your indifferent attitude towards him. He already lost a great chunk of his spirit and his heart. I already own a piece of it. But there is one way that you can save his soul from my realm. I am not the great demon of the deep shadows as they paint me to be. I can be forgiving but yet I can be harsh. You must give up something of great value of yourself. But since you cannot willingly give it and I desire to grant this man back his sense of self and purpose, I will forceably take it."
Fiora was afraid now. The body of Mark was pulsating as if a beast within was growing quickly. Those eyes were swiftly changing colors and so was his hair color. But what she feared was that his clothing were slowly ripping apart. Tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks as she realized what was going to happen to her.
She was going to be violated. By her own lover...
"I hope you have no objection..."
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Author's Notes:
Yes indeed. It has been a while since I've last updated. Writer's block is a pain. I know this is a bit out of the ordinary for me but keep on having these images of people hurting other people physically and emotionally. But I decided to make this mentally painful towards Fiora as she has never realized that Mark had loved her but she never loved him back. Sure she had emotional feelings for him but did she ever show it? No, she was a tough little soldier in the game. Why am I being so negative towards her? I don't know as my mind is taken over by my heart. This may be the only update in a while as I have preparations for upcoming competitions and exams.
If you've noticed, I've put that Mark is a man of suffering and pain. He's suffered much since he first met Lady Lyn on the plains of the Sacae. But do realize that just because Mark never took to the field of combat doesn't mean that he's a emotionally dry well. Think of him as a human being with emotions. The other characters have their own respected feelings but it is to my disbelief that Mark never was given any feelings. It was all implied through the actions of other characters.
This is getting late for me. My eyes are drooping and I feel the burn of anger and frustration leave me. It may be the last time I may update for a while. I have another chapter ready but I do not wish to post it yet. Why am I being so negative and stuboorn? I don't know why. I don't even know why I'm even typing this up. Perhaps it is time I take a break from writing fanfiction and actually live a life. After all, spending an entire month doing school, work, eat, sleep, is very taxing upon me.
I beg for forgivenss if I offended anyone with this graphic chapter. Fanfiction seems to be the choice outlet for me but I cannot seem to provide the right stuff under the right criteria. But once again, it is my emotions and feelings that take over when I write. It is a force to be reckoned with.
~Kingkazul400
P.S. I will be taking a break for a month from updating. Please do not forget me while I am gone. I have a life out there in the world to get ready for.
Sairn: (O_O;) I think you've finally cracked...
Oh yeah? *takes a deep breathe* "Camptown ladies sing that song, do dah, do dah..."
Sairn: (_!) AHHHHHH!!! MY EARS!! THE PAIN!! THE AGONY!! AGH!!! *falls over*
Fiora: *walks in with a CD player and headphones* I disagree. You sound so sexy, Kingkazul.
(^_^;) Did my ears just hear that?
Sairn: *gets back up but gets knocked over by a mailbag* Ow... (T_T)
*drops PS2 controller* MAIL CALL!!!!
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Millenium Slinky: Whassup! I haven't heard from ya in a while! Yep, Fiora's my new obsession as is Legault is _STILL_ your obsession.
Snoopy6458: ... I don't even have a clue how the military works. Even though I know the chain of command, I am clueless when it comes to division and order. Maybe I should join the ROTC. Nah, but still the demon creature is something you will find out. REAL SOON!!
DarkLink313: Dude, your new FF fic is sweet and I barely have the time to sign on and review so I just put you on here for recognition. By the way, do you still have your original manuscript of your reposted "Ladies' Man: Sain Succeeds"? You better put it up on an site that I wouldn't dare mention as there's spyware on my PC.
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If Fiora had been told that within a day that she would be knocked out unconscious just by looking at a man, she would've shoved her Rex Hasta right up that bastard's ass.
The bed she now lies upon received the welcoming light of the sun. The rays streamed across her inert body yet Fiora still remained unconscious. Why had she just knocked herself out, nobody knows.
Still lying in her vast and quick mind in the world of unconsciousness, Fiora drifted this way and then that way like a leaf in the wind. Looking below herself, Fiora saw infinite blackness yet she wasn't falling. Looking above herself, there was infinite whiteness yet she wasn't flying.
(Where am I?) she thought to herself. (This is too strange.)
A saber suddenly appeared before her. It was almost a meter long, the tip sharper than a Rapier. The pommel and guard for the hand were made of bronze but the grip was of steel as was the rest of the blade. The great blade was almost alike to the color of the sky yet it was more of the ocean rather than the great vast ceiling of the earth.
It slowly floated closer to her, offering itself grip and guard first to Fiora. Fiora slowly reached out to it, unsure of what it may do to her. When her slim fingers touched it, nothing happened. Satisfied that nothing evil may happen to her through this saber, she wrapped both hands around it.
But she was incredibly wrong.
A great rending force struck her and the saber flew off in the direction of which it came. Fiora tried to release her grip on the saber but it wouldn't come off! Her hand, which was once obedient to her mind only, refused to comply with her mental commands. The great darkness zoomed by her and strange colored lights flew about her.
(This is not happening!) her mind screeched to the darkness about her.
The saber hurtled through the darkness, tearing it apart like the great sword Durandel rending through dragonflesh. At each slash, the dark material bled large quantities of crimson liquid. The saber finally halted to a stop and Fiora found herself falling through the edge of infinity.
She tumbled and screamed, confused and scared by what just merely happened seconds ago. Great globs of the crimson goo then coalesced together and two strange beings appeared before hher. The tradition depiction of Fear and Horror appeared about her dancing a strange dance. But no later than she opened her mouth to scream, both demons grasped her by her arms and hurtled away in the opposite direction they were traveling.
Fiora struggled as fiercely as she could but her arms were gripped too tightly by cold demonflesh. The red one, Fear, looked at her several times and leered at her. It stared at Fiora with such an intensity that Fiora forced herself to look below her.
But looking down at the infinity of darkness below her was too much. With no choice left, she tried to shut her eyes and to tune out the cackles and strange utterances both demons of darkness were making. But her body wouldn't comply with her demands. Instead, her eyes remained open and her ears focused more intently on the strange guttural language.
"Master will like her, Fear," the blue demon to her left suddenly said. Looking at Horror, Fiora's eyes widened. Her thoughts quickly spun, trying to conjure whom these creatures of darkness may be serving.
"Indeed, Master will like her, Horror," the red demon, Fear, to her right smirked.
"How long do you think she'll last?" Horror asked his companion as they continued to soar through the darkness.
"I wager half an hour," Fear replied with a grin of malic. "I'd put on a third of my slaves as my wager."
"You're on, brother," Horror grinned back at Fear. Then looking at Fiora, his grin widened to include all of his sharp fangs.
"Your survival will be something I look forward to, Pegasi Knight," Horror said to Fiora.
(Let me go!) Fiora tried to scream through lips that wouldn't move. She tried to kick the red one but her legs just fluttered a little like a fish flopping out of water. She then tried to strike at the blue demon but she missed.
The demon brothers were amused by Fiora's pitiful attempt to attack them and shook Fiora like a mouse being thrashed by a terrier. Both of Fiora's arms were hurting like mad when both demons finally stopped. After such a while of this torture, Fiora collapsed into a state between being awake and asleep.
After what seemed an eternity of soaring through the darkness, the demon brothers halted before a strange patch of oozing matter. It went this way and then suddenly the other, with strange tendrils the color of shadows sprouting up and then suddenly fading away into a strange black mist. Both brothers lifted Fiora up and then tossed her onto the matter. She landed on the congealing mass on her back and finally her voice recovered.
"Watch what you assholes are doing!" Fiora yelled as she struggled to get up. She managed to get up to kneeling position to hurl more insults at her captors. Both demons were smiling from pointy ear to pointy ear. The blue one then stepped forward and summoned a mass of land beneathe them. They then floated down gently and alighted upon the barren stretch of earth that was conjured by Horror.
"Do you know where you are, Pegasi Knight?" Fear asked as he walked around Fiora.
"Does it look like I know where this is, you vile creature!" Fiora managed to yell as she suddenly slipped and fell on her back. "I want out of here!"
"Oh," said Horror. "But this is just the beginning of your nightmare." Fear gave a low cackle and summoned a whip of fire into his hands. The great flaming brand crackled with such ferocious intensity that Fiora could feel the burn from such a distance.
The blue demon then waved his arms again and the tendrils Fiora laid upon suddenly whipped up and seized the Pegasi Knight. Fiora gave a scream that pierced the darkness. The long dark tendrils grabbed Fiora and slammed her back down on her back. Fiora could feel the pulsating heat from the dark matter she was upon and she gave another scream. Horror and Fear then summoned a gateway that was at least twice as tall as Horror and Fear yet the width was twice as long as Fiora's Rex Hasta. A shadowy creature began to advance from within the gateway, slowly in a lumbering pace.
"What are you going to do to me?" Fiora managed to gasp as the tendrils of dark matter slowly began to wrap tighter about her. A piece of her armor suddenly broke and it was suddenly consumed by the matter of darkness.
More and more of Fiora's armor was snapping off and was quickly absorbed by the strange matter of darkness. As each piece was absorbed, a strange crimson color oozed from the matter she was laying upon and stained her flesh. The crimson ooze did not only stain her flesh. Fiora felt dizzy and swore that the red liquid was slipping into her. As more and more of the strange plasma forced its way within her, the Pegasi Knight's inhibitions slowly loosened.
As each second passed, Fiora's mind was continually plagued by thoughts, strangely erotic thoughts, that she had never had the time to think about. She saw images flash in her mind of men and women in coitus, acting out the one god-given acts. She then saw a familiar tactician without any clothing on. Fiora blushed as her mind became more and more pornographic. She tried to shut off her mind to these hedonistic thoughts but her mind was completely engrossed in these acts of hedonism. A image of her on top of Mark flashed before her and Fiora felt a strange warm feeling in her nether regions.
Finally, Fiora was completely naked. Nothing of Fiora's garments had survived after the strange darkmatter had consumed it all. Looking at the demon brothers in a drunken manner, Fiora licked her lips. The normally taciturn Ilian Pegasi Knight felt a strange burning feeling along her body and she swore her lower parts were itching for something. She wanted something really badly...
"Hello, handsomes," she slurred as she looked at the demon brothers. "Care to..." She sought for the word. "Have a little fun?"
Horror and Fear grinned at each other and tossed aside their weapons of torture. Fiora closed her eyes as her mind knew what the inevitable was going to happen.
"And now, the fun begins..." she heard the low hissing tone of the demon brothers.
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Mark suddenly lurched up in his chair. He quickly dropped the quill he was holding and immediately grabbed his saber. Tying the light blade on, Mark's sharp ears heard another scream. His fingers fumbled with the knots.
"Damn knots," Mark cursed as he managed to tie a half-hitch onto his belt. "If only I listened to Dart's lessons on tying knots properly..."
Another scream punctuated through Mark's mind and the Master Tactician finally gave up on the knots and drew the saber. Running to the door, he ripped off the scabbard with inhuman strength and tossed it onto his table.
Running through the great empty halls, the screams led to the bedroom at the end of the corridor. Halting before the door, Mark realized that he was just here last night.
(Can it be?) Mark thought as he absent-mindedly scratched his jawline with his left hand. (It can't have happened...) Another scream, this time louder, pierced through the door and Mark had no choice but to open the door and rush in.
Bursting through the door, Mark suddenly halted as he saw a being rolling and thrashing on the bed, wrapped in the covers. Mark laid his saber onto a nearby table and went to the foot of the bed and slowly pulled off the top cover. The red silk fabric slid off and a white linen blanket was beneathe it. But there was still no sign of the mystery person beneathe it all.
(Wait a minute!) Mark thought, his hands poised to rip away the second layer. (I'm pretty sure I was here before. But when?) He racked his brains for the answer but another scream emanated from the mass, quickly making Mark's decision.
"Here goes..."
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Sweat rolled off of Fiora's naked body in great masses. Those great dark bindings of the strange plant-like creature had all disappeared. Both demon brothers had disappeared but yet she still laid upon that strange mass of jiggling matter.
Looking around in confusion, Fiora finally realized why she was cold. Her clothes were gone. All she had left was the green headband on her forehead and it was completely soaked in her own sweat. Taking it off, Fiora saw that sweat was not only mingled with the cloth. A strange whitish substance had somehow attached itself upon it. Fiora took a whiff of that substance and was confused by its odor. It wasn't exactly a paste or glue of some sort but it definitely wasn't something from a wound. What could it be?
"Oh my," said Fiora in a quiet manner. The jello-like mass below her moved a little and turned from the shade of shadows into a strange sunset red color. She then heard a man's voice but it sounded as if it were a far distance away.
"Fiora!" she heard the man's voice call to her. "Fiora! Where are you!" The Ilian Knight turned around and saw a shadow of a man running toward her. Fiora had no idea what to do. She can't cover herself up with abslutely nothing and she's somewhat embarassed by the fact that she's naked.
"Fiora!" the man yelled again, this time a bit louder. The man's outline came into view and Fiora saw that he had a cloak fanning out behind him. She heard the hard taps of travel boots striking the dead earth. There was only one person who had worn those kind of boots.
Fiora stood up on the jiggling dark mass, still a little embarassed of her nudity. "Is that you Mark?" she called.
The man came closer and waved his right arm at her. "Fiora? Is that you?" Mark said.
The shadows then bounded away and Fiora could see the Master Tactician's face. In the three years that had passed, Fiora saw several worry lines on the Etrurian's forehead. What could he have been worrying about?
Mark abruptly stopped and averted his eyes to the ground. "Er, Fiora?" Mark mumbled as he kept his eyes looking at the ground. "Er..."
"Er..."
"Take my cloak. At least you'll be warm." Mark's great green cloak flew through the air and Fiora caught it. She quickly donned the fabric. She whirled it around her neck and made sure that the open front was sealed.
"You can look now."
But when Mark looked at her once more, a strange light came into his normally brown eyes. As he opened his mouth, two fangs sprouted in his teeth. He leered at Fiora and stepped forward in a deliberately menacing fashion.
"So..." he said in a guttural voice. "The sacrifice to the Master of Fear and Horror... This is interesting..." Mark snapped his fingers and the strange jelly-like mass sprouted long vines which wrapped tightly about Fiora.
Fiora gave a scream and found herself on her back once more. And yet once more, a strange red liquid was oozing from the matter of darkness she was lying upon. It forced its way into her body and Fiora's mind became similar to a drunk. Fiora tried to scream out once more but she found herself gagged by a dark vine.
An image of arousement spun through her mind. Fiora saw once more men and women committing one of the many god-given acts. She saw men on top, women on top, men behind the women, and many, many more pornographic images within her mind. A strange warm feeling burned within her and her breathe slowly became ragged. The air about her seemed warm and in need of cooling. As her mind experienced the ecstacy of sexual feelings, Fiora heard the guttural tone of Mark, this time with a bit of raggedness.
"You do not know how this mortal male wishes to be with you, Ilian Knight. This man has thought about you ever since the first Dread Isle incident." Fiora then heard the sharp steps walk from her left side to her right side.
"This male mortal, this beloved one of yours, has pined for you for the last three years. Do you not know of the pain and misery you have caused him? This man has been sought by many other women. Do you know who had lusted him instead of you?"
"Plenty other women in the company have sought him to share their beds. Lady Lyndis attempted to lure him but his honor stayed him in his own area. You youngest sister, Florina, also tried to lure him with similar favors but his mind considered this as dealing with an underage minor. In his book of morals, he considered this as an evil act. Your other sister, Farina, attempted to take him by force but your lover resisted had no choice but to pay her gold to stay away from him." The boots were sounded off as the strangely possessed Mark continued to circle around Fiora.
Fiora was indignant at this person who's claiming to be Mark. Why hadn't Mark told her of his feelings? Why had her sisters for that matter not tell her that Mark also had feelings for her? This is not right, it is her right to now about another man who likes her. She knew that Mark was usually a quiet fellow around women. She thought that the silence that she usually received from Mark meant that he didn't exactly like her for landing her Pegasi on him back on Dread Isle.
"They were not the only ones to try to share beds. Rebecca tried to lure him in under the pretense that one of her bows had broken. Instead, Mark found himself being hugged tightly by a lustful green-haired maiden who was half naked. Mark had no choice but to play along with a lustful Rebecca. By the time Rebecca decided to bring out the leather whips, Mark decided to take the dominant role and tied Rebecca up. Then he made his escape for your sake. But she was not the only one."
"Serra had tried a more direct approach but Mark tried to ward her off by stating that Clerics in the service of St. Elimine should stay chaste until they quit their service. Of course, the pink-haired Ostian Cleric decided to get around that by luring Mark in on the pretense that she need help with something in her tent that night. Mark being naive, had fallen into her trap. But the sly Cleric had wine and several books out. You know how Mark is. Once he reading, he'll get thirsty. And when he gets thirsty, there's no other drink of choice for the but wine. And so, Mark gets drunk but Serra also gets drunk. I can tell you that Mark suffered several injuries from getting physical with a lustful and hyper Serra. But by the time Serra wanted to commit the single act that would take away something of hers, Mark fell down in a stupor."
"There was also a certain female Paladin in the retinue who was completely enamored with him. Do you know who it was? It was her, Isadora of Pherae, the only Paladin who was a woman. Do you even want to know how she managed to lure him in? I'll tell you. She had asked Mark to come into her tent one night to see if she should discard a certain shield of hers. When your lover stepped in, expecting Isadora to grab him and thrust him onto the cot and proceed to do strange acts to him, he was surprised that Isadora kept back and was still polishing her armor by candlelight. When he called her name, he saw a strange light in Isadora's eyes when she looked up. By then, your Mark was somewhat bewitched by those blue eyes. But those charms of a woman that Isadora had possessed were not enough to force Mark to willingly join her on her cot."
Fiora looked at the possessed body of Mark. So that was why Mark was silent around her. He had loved her but was afraid that he might be attacked by her in the middle of the night. But there has to be another reason why. A man cannot be a man if he is scared of women. There has to be another reason.
"Mark was not afraid of women for their ferocity and veracity in both combat and the tent. He was afraid of hurting their feelings. He was also afraid of rousing the tempers of the men in the company also. You know why Lord Eliwood chose Ninian. Because they had a connection. But Mark couldn't choose anyone. Why? Because he had no connection to any one of them other ladies. He wanted dearly to speak to you in private but did he get a chance to spit it out? He did not. Whenever he tried to say those three little words, he ended up saying something about your skill and your superb abilities as a Pegasi Knight."
"Do you even know why he chose you over the other more beautiful maidens from the company?" Fiora shook her head as more tears of understanding rolled down her cheeks. "Your lover chose you for reasons that I cannot put in words. He has paid the price for your indifferent attitude towards him. He already lost a great chunk of his spirit and his heart. I already own a piece of it. But there is one way that you can save his soul from my realm. I am not the great demon of the deep shadows as they paint me to be. I can be forgiving but yet I can be harsh. You must give up something of great value of yourself. But since you cannot willingly give it and I desire to grant this man back his sense of self and purpose, I will forceably take it."
Fiora was afraid now. The body of Mark was pulsating as if a beast within was growing quickly. Those eyes were swiftly changing colors and so was his hair color. But what she feared was that his clothing were slowly ripping apart. Tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks as she realized what was going to happen to her.
She was going to be violated. By her own lover...
"I hope you have no objection..."
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Author's Notes:
Yes indeed. It has been a while since I've last updated. Writer's block is a pain. I know this is a bit out of the ordinary for me but keep on having these images of people hurting other people physically and emotionally. But I decided to make this mentally painful towards Fiora as she has never realized that Mark had loved her but she never loved him back. Sure she had emotional feelings for him but did she ever show it? No, she was a tough little soldier in the game. Why am I being so negative towards her? I don't know as my mind is taken over by my heart. This may be the only update in a while as I have preparations for upcoming competitions and exams.
If you've noticed, I've put that Mark is a man of suffering and pain. He's suffered much since he first met Lady Lyn on the plains of the Sacae. But do realize that just because Mark never took to the field of combat doesn't mean that he's a emotionally dry well. Think of him as a human being with emotions. The other characters have their own respected feelings but it is to my disbelief that Mark never was given any feelings. It was all implied through the actions of other characters.
This is getting late for me. My eyes are drooping and I feel the burn of anger and frustration leave me. It may be the last time I may update for a while. I have another chapter ready but I do not wish to post it yet. Why am I being so negative and stuboorn? I don't know why. I don't even know why I'm even typing this up. Perhaps it is time I take a break from writing fanfiction and actually live a life. After all, spending an entire month doing school, work, eat, sleep, is very taxing upon me.
I beg for forgivenss if I offended anyone with this graphic chapter. Fanfiction seems to be the choice outlet for me but I cannot seem to provide the right stuff under the right criteria. But once again, it is my emotions and feelings that take over when I write. It is a force to be reckoned with.
~Kingkazul400
P.S. I will be taking a break for a month from updating. Please do not forget me while I am gone. I have a life out there in the world to get ready for.