Legends of Belariath

Deamonique

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.

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