Lalalala so the story has landed.. yay, chapter two!!
Hehehe.. and I also added some action for shortchannel4 and Fortune Zyne..
(Psst.. and special props to whomever can recognize and tell me which Marvel Villain that is briefly given a little tribute to in this chapter, hehehe.)
Enjoy, guys! And pwease review? It makes me uber happy p
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c h a p t e r. 2. m a r b l e
His pale lips were pressed possessively against her slender neck, his hand entangled in silken, unruly hair.
Thin ribbons of blood were on the sheets, their bodies, bright red marks from his nails ran entirely down the length of her back. Remains of a transparent, prismatic flesh clung raggedly to her raw skin- her pair of intricate gossamer wings lay haphazardly upon the floor, bitten off. She shook within his embrace, her chest heaving into his as she gasped, moaned, as he thrust himself into her lithe body languidly, powerfully. Jedah however, took no note of the faye gasping beneath him- his mind was pressed to other matters.
The body he held was lithe, yet held the weight of warm flesh and blood, a human heart and soul. Faye hair as white as snow had become chestnut and long, sweeping against a smooth naked back. He imagined that pallid, deathly skin bore the slickness and flush of impassioned flesh. Ashen arms encircled his neck and he smirked, suddenly plunging his fangs into her neck, marking her. A kiss of silver. Nirvana. Blood. Death.
He was thoroughly disappointed to taste the thin, watery blood of the faye, lacking the warmth and thickness of human blood.
His tongue slowly licked up to her earlobe, stopping to nibble the flesh tenderly. He chuckled deeply when she shuddered against him, her breath evening as they began to descend from their peaks, their bodies sated for the evening. Jedah withdrew himself from her body and lay beside his lover, her eyes already drifting shut. He smiled and kissed her sweaty brow. Demon though he may be, the Dark Messiah understood the importance of the passion that governed the universe in its entirety- passion of conviction, the passion of life, the passion of love.. and of lovemaking. It was with this zeal that he wanted to enact his unification of all souls. Surely, they would all realize this burden he had taken upon himself for their sake.
Surely, in all his infinite wisdom, God had shown him this path.
The body in his arms trembled gently as she exhaled quietly into his skin, and then stilled, a sudden warmth flowing into his bosom. Her body physically slumped into his, the ethereal glow of her previous warmth- her living soul- now resting peacefully within him, soon to join the other souls he had gathered come morning.
How peaceful the process was, when they came before him in their innocence, in acquiescence, he mused. He kissed her forehead once more and drifted into a deep, fulfilled sleep of the righteous.
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The bright, magnificent first rays of sunrise washed over the convent, a bell deeply resonating rich tones throughout the halls, signaling the beginning of a glorious new day. The convent burst into life as nuns hurried through the halls, busying themselves with getting bathed and dressed before the morning prayer and breakfast. One sister piped up into a melodic hymn until all nearby voices joined hers, singing their gratitude for the beautiful summer day bestowed upon them.
…Anita however, had lain awake for the remainder of the night, terrified that her dreams would haunt her once more.
A knock fell softly upon her door, and was carefully pushed open. The head nun entered the room and took one look at the exhausted girl, nearly fell over. Glassy, amethyst eyes outlined by dark circlets peered back at the matron, dry and chapped lips mumbled a feeble response.
"Goodness, child! Are you ill?"
The girl gave a small smile, getting up from the bed, but was soon gently pushed back down by the nun. Anita was about to protest when she was shushed. "I won't hear of you getting out of bed until you're well, dear!" Curious faces began to appear within the doorway, and soon hands were pressed to foreheads, a tray with breakfast and cups of tea instantly appeared, pillows were fluffed, and as soon as they had appeared, the multitude of women had left the room to let Anita eat and rest for the day.
She quickly ate then lay back down, taking a deep breath as she forced her eyes shut. What had happened last night?
Was it really just a dream? She knew that Dee had been slain, but that man.. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she had met him before now- but what did he want with her? She bit her lip as she already knew the answer. But why kill her? He had said something before.. and last night.
"Oh yes, your majesty.. and more.. so, so much more.."
She knew that she had a certain… power. She had frequently seen it as child- she would become upset or lose her temper- the only emotion that she allowed herself to indulge- and objects would start flinging themselves off of tables, thrust into the air from walls. But since she had left Donovan.. since she had learned that normal little girls had emotions and not strange powers, they had since disappeared and been kept her most guarded secret.
Her mind fumbled through these thoughts until she fell into an uneasy sleep.
The sun rose high into the summer sky over the convent, then steadily sank back into the grasses of the neighboring meadows, as the hot, sultry day shifted into a humid evening. A neglected tray with now cold broth lay next to her bed- Indeed, Anita had slept the entire remainder of the day. Light footsteps crept quietly into the room, placing a cool hand onto her brow as she continued to sleep. Lips bent down and brushed suggestively against her own, not quite pressing into a stolen kiss as she lay unaware. A small chuckle escaped him as her pink lips subconsciously puckered from his soft touch.
He pulled away slowly from her and spoke, mere inches away from her face.
"I have left for you a present, my lady.." The lips twisted into a cruel grin.
"I sincerely hope that you enjoy it."
Jedah stood back up and made his way to the door, his smile becoming wider, then breaking into peals of hysterical laughter once outside her door. He had to wonder: Had the girl ever been kissed before? A thick, coppery smell permeated through the hallways as he made his way to another room to observe his work.
Perhaps he could steal that from her as well.
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It felt so far away, at first.. a gentle presence that closed in on her being, slowly, but surely. The warmth of memory pulsed within her breast, then spread languidly throughout her dormant body. Familiar.. loving.. even in her sleep, she couldn't help but smile. A gentle, reassuring voice whispered into her mind.. and for the first time in years, she felt…
..safe.
Anita immediately sat up in bed at the manic laughter outside of her door, her eyes wildly gazing about the room in terror. He had been here- she could feel his presence still lingering throughout the darkened space. She carefully crept out from beneath the covers, and crossed the room to the door, hesitantly placing her hand on the knob. The door slowly creaked open, candlelight filtering into the room.. and revealing a silent, empty hallway. She guessed it must have been much later than she had previously guessed: The quiet murmurs of prayer she usually heard as sisters kept their vigils were now silent, as they sometimes nodded off during the night.
She couldn't help but smile at the thought.
She was broken from her reverie as a sudden presence blew itself into her mind, spreading throughout her body. Her senses melted into a warm euphoria, delicious and arousing, and she lilted down the hall, led as if she were a mere balloon on a string. Anita was brought before the tall doors of the chapel, and they swung open of their own accord, inviting her into the candle-lit hall. The marble figure of Christ gazed piously at her from beyond the altar down the aisle, and she continued her dreamlike float toward him, choking back a tortured sob when she came closer, scrutinizing the statuesque face.
He had finely sculpted features, as he had always been far too beautiful for any earthbound creature, or even celestial for that matter. The heavy Buddhist beads still hung around his neck, his robes still swathed over his muscular body, the same arms that had cradled her in protection as she slept. His long brown braid was hung well below his waist, and he smiled benevolently at her, his one golden and other azure eye taking her in. It was not Dee. The mad insurgence that had overwhelmed his mind-his aura- had dissolved completely. He came forward from behind the altar and she burst into tears, standing still, terrified. She was suddenly nine years old again.
She sobbed. "God.. are you so cruel as to show my Donovan to me again? He is dead."
Donovan came closer still, closer, until she could breathe in the familiar scent of the sage and incense that always clung to him, comforted her as a child. Strong arms suddenly embraced her, holding her against his chest, running soothing hands through her hair. The warm presence overwhelmed her again, speaking seductively into her ear as her guardian held her.
"Do you understand now? If all souls were to join.."
His hands ran up her arms to her rest upon her shoulders, her eyes drifting shut as his palms placed themselves underneath her chin, slowly tilting her face upward. She felt warmth breath fan over her face, lips only mere inches away from her own.
"Nobody would know the death of pain. The reality of death itself would not exist. You could remain by his side.."
She gasped softly as the lips lowered themselves a hair's breadth from her flushed skin, and for a moment she believed her heart would stop, or she would otherwise go mad- but they never met, but whispered a tender promise instead.
"Forever."
The warm scent of sage and incense became faint, once again becoming a distant memory. His hands were longer now, nails firmly pressing into her skin beneath her nightgown. The euphoria came off in waves from this new persona, and she buried her face within his chest, breathing in a new, mysterious scent- Burning ink. Roses.
Her mind screamed at her as the body pulled away, then kneeled in front of her in one fluid motion. The dark figure took her hand from where it had been frozen beside her waist, and pressed it once again to cold lips. Jedah smiled at the girl's expression, standing back up and easily towering over her small form. "I don't believe I've introduced myself, fair maiden. I am Jedah of the House of Dohma, the sole Emperor of the Realm of Makai. And you, bright angel, are the sole sovereign of the Mortal realm. Anita..." His voice became quiet, and his eyes captured her own. She noticed that despite their crimson color, they held a depth and warmth that she had never encountered before. It terrified her.
It thrilled her.
"Beautiful Sovereign of the Mortals," his voice whispered silkily. "I have crossed the cosmos, altered dimension itself, and scoured the realm of the humans to find only you.." Jedah ran a hand further down her body, soon resting against her stomach, and felt her body tense up immediately. "I have shown you a testament of my devotion, and stand before you now as your servant. I lay myself before your feet. I do all of this only for you." The girl said nothing, made no indication of her comprehension of his words. Poor child. He tried again.
"Please understand.. I need you."
His nail ran lazy circles down her stomach, to her abdomen, then stopped when a panicked gasp reached his ears, a grin crossing his features as he hugged her soft body into him, running a hand through her hair. He really had not realized how innocent the girl was. He had not meant to scare her- much.
Anita trembled against his firm body, suddenly realizing that his flesh was solid muscle beneath his clothing. As a demon, he could no doubt hurt her- or kill her- without moving a muscle. And yet, here he was, cradling her as if she were a precious child. "I just want you to understand: I am here to provide a sanctuary for all souls, to stop war, prejudice and the torment of the innocent, both Nightwalker and human. Don't you see..?" He buried his nose within her hair, and inhaled her scent deeply. "All souls unified as one, eternally happy. Our Utopia." She was completely unprepared for what he asked next.
"Tell me, bright angel.. have you ever been kissed?"
"W-what?" She stammered, but he only continued.
"Hmm? Has anybody ever tasted your sweet lips.. caressed your warm skin.." He pressed himself against her small body and leaned down to place his lips beside her ear once more. He licked his lips as he felt her shiver as he whispered seductively into her ear.
"…Pleasured you until you cried out into the night..?" Images of the girl flickered into Jedah's mind, writhing restlessly beneath him, the scent of her body and womanhood headily washing over his senses. He struggled to regain his composure as he continued to whisper hotly into her ear.
"..Passionately made love to you..?"
She gasped and began to struggle against the numbness that had invaded her being when his face closed in on her own, tears welling over her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Jedah's lips pressed against her skin to capture the droplets in their descent, his presence overwhelming her senses. "I just.. I want… Jedah.." She cried out as his face closed in on hers again, pleading him not to continue. He shushed her gently and pressed his forehead against her brow, and she felt her body go limp against him, blushing at the intimacy of his embrace.
Brief images fluttered within her mind, hazy and blurred yet simultaneously so clear as he shared his thoughts with her. She was in a large chamber, dimly lit with candles emitting blue flames. Doors leading out to a grandiose balcony were open, and the haze of a large, sanguine moon that hung heavily in the sky glowed into the room, creating an ethereal purple glow when combined with the blue candlelight. The room was magnificently furnished with antiques and masterful tapestries and carpeting, but her attention was suddenly drawn to the bed at the head of the room, a large portrait hanging above it. Jedah was portrayed upon the canvas, his porcelain skin and statuesque features eternally captured upon it, and it took her breath away. Anita was suddenly reminded of the art of Michelangelo and the other great works that depicted angels in all of their faultless beauty, and she was stunned at his likeness. But.. he was a demon, was he not?- it was entirely impossible.
Or was it? There was, after all, the Morning Star- the most favored and beautiful of all the hosts of angels of heaven, cast out into hell after he had forsaken the graces of God. Jedah certainly walked along the razor thin edge of damning himself, and yet he spoke of a revelation, the salvation of souls. He was clearly mad.
Her mind's eye was carefully brought down to the bed surrounded by a gauzy curtain, then suddenly pulled into it, behind it- and she audibly gasped.
Anita lay upon the midnight silk, her hair spilling all around her and falling over the satin pillows, her face flushed as her moans softly filled the air. Propped above her was Jedah, his face buried into her neck as he sucked and nipped her collarbone, his body obscured from the waist down beneath more satin sheets, his body rising and falling in a steady rhythm against her small frame- it was obvious as to what the couple was passionately engaged in. She watched as the taught muscles rippled beneath the porcelain flesh of his back and arms as he skillfully moved above her. She saw herself raise a trembling hand to tangle itself within his hair, the other clutching the sheets in a tight grip. Her mind swam in agony.. this was far too passionate, unbearably.. real. It was too much.
Jedah carefully examined the girl carefully as she absorbed the erotic scene through her subconscious, suddenly breathing faster. He felt her soft breasts brush against his chest, the rosebuds of her nipples hardening, smelled the blood flowing eagerly throughout her body as she awakened into arousal. She bit her lip delicately, and he pressed her ever closer still when one searching hand ran itself up his arm to rest behind his head, running her nails through his hair. He, too felt himself become aroused, although he was quite fascinated at trying to fathom how the virgin maiden was comprehending all of this. He took in her flushed features once more before deciding that she was enjoying herself.. very much, in fact. He let the image fade away into a faint haze, gently releasing her mind from his grasp as they both opened their eyes, her violet irises blearily comprehending the crimson ones before her. "Anita.." Her breathed, looking down at her in awe. "I could give you these things.. and as I had promised, so, so much more.."
Anita's eyes focused, her head clearing reluctantly from the interlude, and she shook it slowly. "Please, I.. just want to be normal. Live a normal life." He chuckled in amusement, much to her annoyance. "No, I'm serious. This is my second chance live a normal life.. a gift that Donovan had given me at the cost of his soul. I cannot forsake such a thing so easily." The Dark Lord shook his head, sighing deeply and stepping away from the girl, and she took the time to awkwardly stumble away from him. "It is apparent to me that… you are not yet ready. You do not yet understand." A rift formed behind him, and he stepped backward into it, still smiling at the girl. "I will give you a day to decide.. to make the right decision.. for yourself, of course." He turned to face the portal, then carefully whirled back around as if he had forgotten something. Instead, he scrutinized the girl quietly for a few moments more, then passed through the rift and disappearing.
Anita ran a hand through her brow, falling to an awkward, exhausted sitting position in the center of the aisle.
"Please God," she begged, aloud.
"Please tell me what to do… because I honestly don't know."
