There in the far recesses of oceana, on the edges where the sun barely shined any longer. A young magi came forth from dreams and hopes, darkness and evil. Quite a contradiction to all that she could be blessed with.. with the lusterous shade of darkness, claiming the trendils of her long mane. To the brilliant light of the day that claimed her fair flesh: that harboured such delicate temptations. Rounded soft curves in their glorious perfection which where. captive within the goddess Morpheous creation. Wings celebrated as the mists that collected as the turbulant waterfall crashed to the earth formed the ethereal wing span of the Magi.Quite differant than most who lived upon the floating world. But it was within the depth of her eyes, created of the brightest blue , crisp, clear and enthralling as the clearest day's sky, is where, mystery lies.
~Volatile Beginings~
There was a darkness about the young Magi, as time casts its shadows
upon her; something instilled in her by her keeper. A dark and deadly
creature who's inner self, festered with hatred and misery from centuries
past. He was called Veldahar. He taught her, nutured her, unbeknowest to her
Veldahar had other plans, as he regarded her with a familiarity she was not
comfortable with. As time past punishments seemed to grow darker, if a
lesson was not learned properly or incantation not quite right. He'd take
her from the libraries and drag her through the streets, towards their
resisdence. Then she'd find herself in the dark dungeons, with cuffs upon
her wrist, brought up above her head, and shackles upon her ankles. This
brought an anger into her, a seed planted that nutured with time. Try as
she may she could not please this dark mage, and each time the punishment
grew more intense. Piece by piece her clothing was striped away, his dark
sickening gaze travel with his lust as he roamed over her exquite form. A
flogger in his hand felt many times across her breasts deepened her
misery. “ You shall learn my little whore” he said while inches from her
face as his flithy hands groped her sex. “No.. leave me alone..” She cried
out, but every time she did, he stretched her warm sex apart watching the play of
emotions on her face. Till her once expressive visage grew more and more
emotionless. Deamonique suffered at the hand of Veldahar and each time she
tried to confide in someone, they would laugh and tell her “It was not
possible for him to be this way” Even with the bruises that surfaced upon
her it was made to be something she may have done. As time went on it grew worse, till that domineering mage. raped, beat her
and tossed into the dungeon for days, toying with her, to repeat his savage attacks again. Her friend Kildarien took notice that Dea had not been around for for a fortnight.
The two had been friends for sometime, and she felt he'd not believe her if she told
him what was going on in her life, so rather than face his doubt and discriminations, she harboured her plight alone, till it
festered, picking away at her soul, till she grew cold, her face a mask of
detachment. Eyes of sapphire. chasms of cold crystal, void of the life and
luster she once possessed. Kildarien always one to set his purpose and
persue them went out looking for her; He went to the lush forest a place he
knew she loved to be. Finding it very odd, because more times than not,
he knew when she was upset or just wanted time alone this was the most
likely place. His dark wings flurried out and his expression darkened
slightly. Though she never told him about Veldahar's treatment, he had his
suspicions. The way she'd pull away when he tried touching her, the long
sleeved garments she would wear, to cover the dark bruises around her
wrists, that on occasion he'd catch glimpses of, and she'd laugh it off to
her awkwardness. His eyes would level and stare at her, as she turned and
walked away. He never persisted feeling she would discuss with him when she
felt she could. Now he wished he forced her to speak. A dark growl emitted
from his chest, and he turned on his heels knowing he had to go to where
she lived.
Upon the rodes he traveled, down through the city till he was on the far
edges, where Dea lived. A tower stood there shadowing the rode, walking
quickly now, he walked through the courtyards and towards the large rounded
door.. a sharp rap was given, and the door itself creaked open. He quirked
a brow and stepped in making sure his entrance was heard by the loud
closing of the door.. “Deamonique!” his deep bassed voice rang out as he
walked through the living quarters, fully expecting to be stopped by the
slaves here.. But none came, even furthering his fears of the worse.. He
made his way past the spiriling staircase that led to the upper chambers and
searched through the lower level moving towards the kitchens. The dungeon
door was slightly ajar. Finding this strange, because most kept them bolted.
The heavy sound of boots rang through the kitchens as he went up to the door
and opened it to pass through.
There was a rank scent of mold and dirt, dried blood that curled one's nose.
Steps groaned beneath his heavy boots as he made his way down caustiously.
The hair upon his nape rose slowly, as his scenes picked up upon her fragrance,
he knew her for far too long, not to feel her presense.. “Dea... Dea..
answer me..” his voice rumbled through the dungeons as he made the last
step. He gave himself a moment to adjust to the dark setting and looked
around for some sign of her. Dark brows were furrowed as he walked through
the dirty room brushing away cob webs that were in his path.. When he got to
an old, door worn and rotting with age he pulled it open and was greeted
with a long path that weaved through the bottom of the Tower, It was like a
maze, with so many doors. “DEA.. “ he shouted as he came towards the end
of one of the many corridors. A muffled whimper, was a greeting to his ears,
as he shoved the door open with a mighty heave.. The room was pitch black
as he walked into it, trying to focus to catch sight of her. Another soft
groan caugh his attention, and he turned in its direction.. “Dea..” he said
while looking to light a torch upon the wall... within seconds the room came
to life with bright color. He almost hesistated to turn, but within an
instant, he did.. He scanned the room then his eyes fell upon her..”by the
gods!” he whispers as he rushed over and fell to his knees.. “ Dea.. what
did he do to you..” he said as he looked her over. Her legs were curled up
to her chest, bound tightly, ankles to wrists, on each side.. dried blood
streaked her body which was naked, and briused, an old raged was tied around
her mouth, her breathing was low and shallow, her eyes closed. He was
in shock as he looked over her naked form, so small and injured.Quickly he
lifted her head, it lulled back and forth as he untied the rag from between
her lips, then the cuff. “No key.. “ he growls in aggravation, and drew out
his dagger,bringing it under the leather cuff around her ankle. It took what
seemed hours but, merely a few mintues to cut through the first. Then the
second, till he had freed her. But she didn't move, still curled up the way
he found her. “Dea.. please wake up..” he sounded desperate in his pleads,
then moved his arms under her and picked her up. He didn't know the extent
of her injuries, but he knew he had to get her out of there. He picked her
up carefully, and was greeted with her groans and small whimpers..”Dea it's
me Kildarien, wake up little one..please..” he whispered near her ear..He
was desperate, his voise pleading as he spoke.. There was a small stiring in
his arms. A moan, a painful yet small cry escaped her as muscles were now
found to be straightend. “Kildar.. “she choked out her whisper hardly able
to speak.. then she fainted in his arms once more.. He rushed her through
the maze of corridors, and up the dungeon steps.. through the kitchens and
headed towards the door.. then he paused, he couldn't bring her out like
this. Spying a cloak upon one glided chair, he grabbed it wrapping it over
his precious bundle as best he could before he ran out the door with her.
Heading towards home. He ran with her, through the forests path, till he reached
his home, hidden behind lush blankets of vines and old trees. Her took her
inside, and rushed through the house towards his room. Placing her carefully
upon the bed, he left her, to get articles to clean her up. She was bruised,
beaten and tortured, and raped it seemed and he held back his anger. He had
never seen her naked before, much less like this, and even with the
condition she was in, to him, she was beautiful. “The gods smiled upon you
my sweetness..” he murmured as he cleaned her wounds, and washed her.
He sat in a chair, elbows drawn up upon the armrest, hands clapsed. Dark
brows knitted together. It seemed like hours had past since he cleansed her.
A light stirring, a soft moan, brought his attention towards the dark beauty
upon the bed. Bolting to the bed in two long strides, he was beside her.
Sapphire hues were barely parting, when she shot straight up, with a scream
issuing from her lips, seeing the shadow looming over her, she cowered away
despite all her injuries to the far corner of the bed..”Please, don't hurt
me anymore..” tones were laced with her fear. “Dea.. its me.. I am not going
to hurt you little one.. “ he crept nearer.. Her body trembled, as she
glanced his way with fearful eyes, and it was like she didn't see him,
while tears streamed down her cheeks.. “Dea, please.. you don't have to be
frightened anymore, I won't let that bastard harm you again.. “ it took
several long moments, before she actually saw Kildarion. Her sapphire hues
were large, bruises of fingertips were on her cheeks.. which furthered his
resolve. “My beloved Dea.. fear not..” she then looked up at him, and the
turbulance of her restraint crumbled.. He went to her then and held her in
his arms, rocking her slowly.. “I wish you would have told me..” he
whispered.. “ This is the last time, harm shall befall you my precious
Dea..” he vowed not only to her, but himself.