In many cultures people believed that once you gave your true name to another person that it could be turned against them. Because a name is something which belongs to an individual, it becomes a very powerful possession. If that person held a grudge or a deep hatred of the bloodline, they could curse and control that person. For this to happen one needed to believe strongly in such things and Blue believed in such things. She had seen what could happen when a person learned ones name.
Necromancy, it was a term most people used all to lightly. Yet she saw Necromancers back when they controlled half of the continent. Necromancers, powerful Necromancers who could not only summon a zombie over a thousand years old without blood sacrifice but bore the gifts to control the undead. There was an ancient war long ago that raged between the Necromancers and the Vampires. The vampires exterminated all of the Necromancers, though some probably escaped eradication as most species do. They had a good reason to kill the Necromancers, because not only could they command and control Vampires, they began to gain control of demons when they learned their true name. It was a scary and violent time for vampires and demons.
Necromancers were a dying, if not dead breed.
Most Voudon Priests also known as houngan or hungan and most Voudon Priestess’s also known as Mambo’s, who practiced the art of Voudou. Caplatas also known as Bokor’s are the dark priests of Voudon. These kinds of people were natural born Necromancers. Though the art could be passed down through blood. The romancers of the dead, were to be feared, or at least respected. Most Necromancers were weak, due to the death of many of their powerful. Though when a true necromancer was reborn into this world one had to follow their movements closely.
‘It has been a very long time since I saw anyone with some talent for Necromancy.” The small female said. Her voice soft and honey sweet.
‘I have never seen Alchemy and Necromancy used together before, but it does not surprise me that the two forms mesh so easily together.”
The wolf girl looked away from the were-cat and focused on a smudge on her wall. A blood splatter to be exact. Her cheeks were warm and she glanced back at Quinn only to look away a few minutes later.
‘Can I ask a favor?” she said gently. Blue was probably not deserving of a favor but she would ask him anyway.
‘Since you bear the gift of alchemy do you mind returning my home to the way it was before Harvest crashed through my wall?” Given the degree in which it was damaged and the amount of time she may be gone, Blue might not be able to repair it for a while. Her home was her sanctuary and she loved the serenity and peace she felt in it. Quinn would come to realize that Blue rarely asked for help, and she rarely asked for anything.
Her stomach was knowing at her insides and food sounded good.
‘It sounds like an idea.” she answered him.
‘You don’t have to treat me to anything, or make up the way you have treated me. I have not treated you in the best way either.” she paused.
“I am a slave and you are the master by those terms alone you dictate how this relationship is going to be.”
The female stood and glanced at Quinn. As a slave she waited till he told her it was time to go. There was no use in fighting with Quinn. He was a cat and regardless he demanded some respect and trust. Blue could at least give him a little in return, though it was hard.
***
“My clothes are kind of big on you.” Yiska commented.
He could not help but chuckle at the small female nearly drowning in cotton. Maybe a better suited button down silk shirt would emphasize her curvase figure a little better. It would compliment her frame nicely. It was every man’s wet dream to see a beautiful woman in nothing but a silk gentleman’s shirt, buttons undone till the breast line just showed leaving some mystery to keep the man still guessing. There would be no undergarments except for a nice pair of lace underwear that hugged the hips and just peeked through the bottom of the shirt.
As much as Yiska was a nice guy and a gentleman, he enjoyed the feel of a woman naked on top or under him. He was still a man and he still had desires. Though he could not have Suiren the way he wanted to. He would not take a woman against her will and he would not force himself on her, though she made him think dirty things when she was around. He hardly felt he could be with other women now, no matter how strong his desires were or how apparent his needs. He felt that Suiren would not allow him to have a woman, she was a dominate female and she had marked her territory. She had made a bold statement and he figured she would allow no room for another female to take her place.
Even if Suiren did not like Yiska. She definitely would not allow another female to have her scent on him. He knew this as well as he knew cats. He could already see the hatred and disapproval in her gaze it loomed over him like a black rain cloud. There was no way he was in his right mind thinking that she’d allow him the pleasures of a one night stand. Even if he was well deserving of a release.
Just who in the hell ran this household? What was his obsession with cats? Did he have a fetish for cat girls? Glancing at Suiren it was safe to assume. Yiska felt his desires reach an all time high, soon he might have to excuse himself from her. He was damned if he did and named if he did not.
‘Lets go get you some descent clothes.” he said moving toward the door.
‘Suiren, what kind of food do you feel like eating today?”
***
Xander chuckled at n**.
‘I could probably gobble you whole if I wanted to.” the wolf-demon chuckled.
‘But if you eat healthy and drink lots of milk, you will grow big and strong and one day you might actually be able to eat me whole.” The wolf teased him. He set a hand on n**’s head and finished a third plate. His stomach was full and he was content with the food in his stomach.
‘Menmaw makes delicious food. Is there dessert?” he asked curiously. Xander liked sweets and it had been so long since he had homemade cooking and a delicious dessert.
***
Ace was shocked by Jay’s tenderness. How many years had it been since he was actually himself? The dark haired half-breed glanced back at the Nymph. His beautiful and bold gold hues settled on the fighter in front of him. Ahote was a beautiful mix between Native American and Spanish, his skin was a rich honeyed brown and his hair was dark and fell chaotically around him. It suited him much better and he felt, whole in this form. Nothing felt more natural to him than his true self. But his true self attracted to many hungry eyes.
Tears, unwanted tears welled up and he rubbed his elbow over his eyes before they stained his beautiful skin. It was clear why Gideon wanted Ahote. He was flawless, well muscled and beautiful. But Ace did not feel beautiful he felt dirty and unclean. No matter how many times he scrubbed his skin raw and red…he just could not feel clean.
‘I’m sorry.” Ace apologized.
‘I don’t mean to show such weakness.” he said rubbing his eyes again.
In some ways Ace was still such a child. Though he was also mature beyond his years.
More tears rolled down his cheeks as Jay spoke about his mother. Somehow Jay hit the nail on the head. Those words were exactly what she would have said. Even though Ace fought so hard not to let his pain show, this boy had him in tears already. Ace could not forgive himself however. It was almost impossible to forgive himself and Ace was not even at fault.
‘Let’s go inside, I’ll show you to your new home and your own personal room." 
