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 Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 8:23 pm
Modest Alien Waltz With but a slight of hand...  A strong pressure pinned him to the wall, an angered scream welled up as his queen held him to the wall, it pained him to watch her attack him so. She cried out at him and held fast on his shirt, he bit down on his lower lip, trying to contain his own fury at this point. He clenched his fists and just as quickly loosened them, how could he ever think like that towards her. He began to grind his teeth and closes his eyes, but aimed his head toward the ceiling. Thoughts ran threw his head so quickly he blocked them all out and took her arm tightly in his own, probably squeezing harder than he should.
"Demonia....I have devoted my entire life and beyond to you, and that will never change", he said quickly, letting his rage escape through his voice.
"...How dare I?", he said calmly now, "how dare I....I dare because he was the one who damned you! I dare because when you had outlived your usefulness, THEY discarded you, LIKE ME!", he screamed, not caring now what would happen. "You were tossed away like yesterdays table scraps Demonia! They gave you to the darkness and never thought twice!", he continued in his fury, the words were just flowing now, and he could feel his skin temperature rising, his blood boiling. "I dare, because I lo.....", he stopped himself short and glared into her eyes, his lips were twitching slightly, causing him to bare his teeth every so often. He hated being so angry around her...It made his heart feel as if someone has pried it apart from the inside out. He felt like he should tear himself limb from limb right now, for her.
"Demonia.....I...I only...", he said calmly as he moved her hand to his throat and wrapped her fingers around it slowly. "I won't let him live Demonia, he wants you gone, as well as every other self proclaimed angel up in their world! They want to take you from me-", again he let slip too much. "If they took you....I...Demonia....what would I.....what would I do?!", he cried out. "I...my heart is for one person...and if she should disappear....I...I could not continue.....Demonia.....I love you!", he admitted through gritted teeth. "Now....tear my heart out, rend me limb from limb, do what you please, but never think I pass judgment on you....I care only for you...and I only want...what is....best for you", he added as he felt a slight warmness....a wetness rolling down his cheek.
He didn't think that he could ever cry, he didn't know he was able to at all. Just as soon as his rage faded, something else overtook him, it felt worse than his normal heartache. He used his free hand, the one not holding her hand to his throat and wiped the wetness away and then lapped it from his fingers. It wasn't blood, but it was red in color, what was wrong with him?
"I am a fool My queen....so...please....just kill me...end this longing for you....end that longing I know you feel...the longing to destroy me...", he whispered as he hung his head now. He had given up finally, after almost four hundred years....he had given up. He felt a black hole open in the pit of his stomach, he felt everything being drained into it and started to feel as if he was already being torn apart by the goddess in front of him. He dropped his hands and sunk to the ground now, "please....Demonia....please...end it", how was it now that he was so weak, when for his entire existence, he had been so strong? It was then he realized, it had all been for her. In the moment of her rage against him, in her hatred for him...
...he felt it had all been in vain.
....all that is left is cinders in place of a broken heart.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 8:26 pm
 Xx__________ A s h e s A s h e s___________xX Temper, temper, temper… Demonia thought in the darkness of her mind, concealed from all who would evade, even from her own better judgment. This one creature, this one being of her own design, had fallen for her. No one, not even Haphestus had loved her as much as Alexander had, right at this precise consequence. What creed in his mind was appropriate about his desire for her, his love that he was so deliberately annotating to her; Demonia’s hand entirely around his throat, the other still gripping his clothing. How could he betray her in such a way? Knowing full well that her feelings for anyone or anything were tainted by the memories of her quondam existence. Those angelic beings, so far out of jurisdiction and yet, they bedeviled every motion she executed. And here was another one of those vexing creatures, here to make a debauchery of her sanity. What more puzzles will transfix her lifestyle into one so uncontrollable? Heaven-or hell, only knew.
The lack of natural color seemed to evanish from her face, as her true form was hounding to break free from her mortal shell. Parts of her body transmogrifying in odd ways in which no human body could ever hope to accomplish. Her skin deepened to a bright russet, her eyes hollowing as if someone had plucked them from the safety of her skull. Her transformation almost complete, until she peered down at her companion, that sad look delineated his former masculine features, and in that split of a second, he was that young demon she had cared for since the moment his parents left him to rot in the bowels of her underworld. How could she have allowed it to go this far? To make herself so appealing to him, to mother him in a way that would cause his feelings to transcend to heights Haphestus was too moronic to soar too? It was her transgression that he felt this way, and to punish him, either physically for mentally, would be hypocritical…
Pale color returned and the human skeletal structure she had adored refigured itself until she was nothing but the tiny woman everyone in the Underworld recognized her as. Alexander was many heads taller than she, but her grip was still able-bodied none the less. Her eyes darted back and forth between his expression, or lack of one, and the grip she had on him. How easy it would have been to extinguish his life. Snapping his neck as if it were only a mere twig. Thrusting her hand through his chest cavity and take his heart clean out before his body apprehended its loss. Even extracting his soul from his still living body and banishing it to the OtherRealm, the hell that was for demons, would have been a simple task. She would watch his body fall to the ground in a glorious cascade of death and immediate decay.
What would be her purpose for such an action? To lose such a prominent figure in her Demonic Court would only harm her in the long run. With the battle she knew was ahead, it was important for all able-bodies to be alive and well, if he needed to die, it would be after the blood lust disguised as a holy war, however. But at this moment, Alexander was the last person on earth that needed to die. Demonia thought her own person should be buried six feet under long before Alexander ever saw the light at the end of the tunnel, or the darkness, that is to say. Demonia released the grip on his clothing, sighing heavily as she did, and with little force, brought him to his knees, her hand still gripped around his neck.
“No, Alexander, I think that I will not. If thou wishes to die, you best fall upon your own sword, for my hand shall not twist your fate into darkness, even with how easy it might have been.” This time, Demonia brought her gaze closer to him, so close, he could probably smell the distinct aroma of roses from her hair perfume, if he so desired. Their lips were unacceptably proximate that if she began to speak, they would just ever so gently brush by one another. “I brought you out from that miserable place of lost souls; I extirpated your parents in a way most befitting of murderers. I raised you as my own, your life once an eternal part of me. I gave you shelter, I gave you clothing, I sat you at my right hand, gave you command of my armies. No Alexander, you will not die. Of this, I am certain. And if you so decide to kill yourself. Do not think thy will not grab you from the brink of oblivion and force you back.” At this time, her hand had been clenching his face forcing Alexander to stare into her gaze whether he wanted too or not. He would hear her every syllable, since that is what she desired. But there were things still needing to be explained. Questions she did not have the answers too. But soon enough, she would find them. It was all a matter of understanding what was happening before her.
Demonia let go of him, giving him room to stand. Her long dress swooned around her as she left him, her crimson hair, curled ever so gently at the ends, circling about her like a halo. Standing in her doorway, her hand pressed against the left wall, Demonia turned, enough for him to hear her words. “As for love. You know nothing about love, for it is but an illusion set by, ‘God,’ himself. It is a chokehold on humanity and so, on us. We are slaves to the notion of happiness and goodwill in sharing what we have left of our hearts. No, you do not love me, no more than Haphestus does.” Demonia left him, walking back into her room, the door rising from the stone floor by invisible hands and attaching itself to its hinges as if time itself was rewound.
The Goddess of the Underworld was tired. How she wanted to crawl under her silk drawn sheets and close her eyes, perhaps even forever. It was not death that was killing her, it was love. That disgusting mess of fake that she wished it was possible to reach into human nature and destroy that notion and be done with it. But no, it was here to stay, eternally, just as her very own soul. Demonia remained standing near her bed, the wall just barely in front of her, as she gently laid her forehead upon it; closing her eyes and cutting off all imagery of reality. ‘What have I done…’Xx________ W e A l l F a l l D o w n__________xX
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 8:28 pm
Modest Alien Waltz With but a slight of hand... When she moved closer to him, when he could smell her alluring aroma, when he could feel her warm breath on his face, he lost it. It was then he wanted to reach out and force his embrace on her, but, even now, he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was one of the most agonizing moments in his entire existence, his lips so close yet so far away, to be just a bit cliche. Then she was walking away. It was that simple. She had simply said, 'I won't kill you, and if you do it yourself, I'll bring you back. You are too important a resource'. He wondered if that was all she felt, was he just a pawn in her mind? or a knight? Could he not be something more that just a simple worker ant?
The thoughts flew, as his queen lay in her bed, and his impulses again were in control of everything. Alexander rushed after her, letting all of his impulses take over his motor functions. He wasn't going to allow this to end, not now, not with how he was pouring out his soul to her. 'I have given my all, and now I will accept no less from you' his thoughts stormed on, he couldn't allow such a thing to happen. How could she act as if he were nothing more than planter's dirt? It was above average, but still disposable, still dirt. That was what he was to her...
"You will listen to me Demonia, you will listen to what I have to say and you will take it to heart", he said sternly as he lifted her to her feet and hurled her to the wall, her back facing him. He held to her tightly, just as she had to him in her fury, and he would not let go until he was finished. He pressed her closer to the wall and grimaced at the thought of ever meaning any harm at all to her. 'This is wrong' one side of his mind yelled in rebellion, the other cried out in a much louder voice, 'No, she must understand!'. He twirled her in place so that she now stood, pressed against the wall, facing him. He must have looked like nothing more than the fowl beasts the humans saw them as.
He reached up and grabbed her scarlet locks and pulled so her face was equal with his now. "You've given me life Demonia, so I will never regret this servitude I live in, but remember this....I am my own, no one else's...got that memorized?" he screamed as his face inched closer to hers. "I have always loved you, I will always love you, and I will never cease nor regret it! If that love is never returned then so be it, but I will no longer deny mine!". He reached his other hand around her head, grabbed another hand full of blood red curls, and pressed his forehead to hers. "Demonia......if you ever doubt me again, I will take my own life....but before I do, I will make you see the truth", he said as he moved a hand to her cheek and held it there. He backed away a bit and pulled his hand back only to let it spring forward and crash against her pale skin.
He had struck her! He had raised his hand to his creator, and it was only now that he found that he had enjoyed that single moment of time. He enjoyed the sickening thud of his hand against her skin, and it slowly brought a smile to his face. He brought his hand back to her cheek and stroked it gently. He was feeling her hate for him, and it was affecting him in ways he couldn't even fathom.
....all that is left is cinders in place of a broken heart.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 12:25 am
Xx__________A s h e s A s h e s___________xX Tsk Tsk… Alexander had been astute enough to handle her in such a way, which was, above all, her predilection. How could she have conjectured any different about his unseen genius? Through out the entirety of this whole strange world that she had created, Alexander had shown the most loyalty, and she had been rewarding for the most part. Up until now, she never saw their relationship as anything more than plutonic, she was underestimating her dear sweet Alexander, and he was stronger than she was giving him credit for. In fact, had she been anything less than the Goddess she was, that slap on the face may have in fact hurt, and perhaps had her body been made of something inferior, it would have broken on impact when he slammed her into the wall beyond the safety of her bed. Alexander had surprised her deeply, and she should show her gratitude, but that would destroy the fear she had over everyone and everything in the Underworld.
Demonia smiled wickedly at Alexander, whose hand was caressing her cheek, as if that would fix all that had happened between them in such a few short minutes. Beautiful dear Alexander, how had he collaborated such strong passions and feelings? Certainly it was not her that ensued such ideas and thoughts. For once, Alexander was right about something concerning the two of them, his feelings were his own, but HE was not his own. And though the words escaped his lips, they were lies. No matter where he went, no matter how further into hell she pushed him, Demonia would be in his thoughts as if that was the only thing his mind could be allowed to compute. Alexander was entirely, eternally and spiritually hers whether he was ready to admit it or not. But that was just fine with her, Demonia embraced the thought of having someone who loved her that she did not have to devote her life too in the process, though she would certainly give the blood in her veins just to save Alexander. He was the only one, but not he or anyone would know that information.
Thoughts wandered through her mind as she reached for Alexander’s neck gently, and once again, brought him to his knees. All she had to do was think, and she could control the movements in any part of his body. That power she could not use on just anyone, only Alexander, who was initially a part of her. Once he was on his knees, Demonia brought her face to his and placed a gentle loving kiss on the puffy flesh of his lower lip, though innocent, it was rather seductive, as if she was trying to make this harder than it was. “My lovely alluring Alex... Whose heart is nestled sweetly in thy hand. I do love thee. I merely wanted to know how deep your love truly was. Now that I know…” Again, another one of her poisonous kisses sending shocking agony through his veins as she pressed her lips to his, and released her hold on his neck and face. “I will never tell you again. You will not speak of this, and if you do, so help me I will rein fire and all the wrath of hell upon you. You will have a worse fate than death, believe you me, my sweet Alexander, believe.”
“See if you cannot find Naga, I know she must be lurking about here somewhere. Find her, and send her thy message. To gather all the other demons of my court in her windy embrace and take them to my council. I must set them on their way.” Demonia pointed towards the door, smiling as she walked back to her closet to change. There was adrenaline rushing through her veins she had just injected her vein with cocaine, the rush was almost too much for her to handle. Even Haphestus did not arise such power in her in their entire life together. How could this one lowly demon galvanize so much passion in her thoughts and feelings? It was not love, though it was apparent that she felt a strong feeling towards this creature of whom she had shared a strong bond with. It had to be something called lust, only humans really allowed their hearts to be consumed by it for it was said to be like poison. No. She did not care. Demonia Goddess of the Underworld was getting what she wanted, she could face the consequences tomorrow when they mattered.
Taking hold of Alexander long before he could break away to find Naga, Demonia threw him towards the wall he had once had her pinned, watching as it cracked, how badly that must have hurt. No worries, walls can be fixed. Demonia jumped into his hungry arms and placed her lips fully to his, her deep red lipstick smearing as she met with his in such a wave of passion she never knew she had. How would he be able to stand after such an act? Time would tell, yes indeed, it would tell..Xx________W e A l l F a l l D o w n__________xX
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 11:22 pm
With but a slight of hand... Her lips pressed to his, after he had struck her, and yet she showed him such a thing as this. He felt as if the air was as thick as water, filling his lungs and giving him no hope of ever drawing a breath again. With a swift movement of her hand, he was back down to his knees, she was again in control, holding his life in her hands.
Her words were the worst part, the stung like being thrown into a pile of nails bathed in acid. Sharp enough to pierce through the core, and potent enough to kill anything inside of him. It was false, he knew it....it just had to be. She did not love him, he was just useful at the time and that was why she would say these things, to keep him loyal. But, even if it were false, would he leave her side? Most likely not. He was far too gone to ever want to be without her, though, he didn't have much choice did he? He was forever bound to her, she was his creator after all.
He could hear wind swooshing past his ears as he moved, he wasn't sure how he was moving, but it was certain he was. that was when he saw that she, that demonia, had thrown him against a wall. He had just heard her speaking of him going for Naga, then found himself floating through the air, crashing against the hard stone wall.
He heard the sickening crack of his ribs crunching from the impact, it was far too much to handle and he nearly blacked out. The pain was immense, allmost too much for him to stand, he wanted to break, he wanted to fall to his stomach and never stand again. He wanted her to hold him and care for him as he wept in agony, he wanted to feel her loving embrace, but to ease the pain. Though, such thing would never happen, and he knew this all too well.
For some odd reason, he didn't fall, he could feel every sting and pinch and jolt of agonizing, searing pain coarse through him, but he did not fall. He felt something large in his arms now though, and then he felt something cold against his lips, they were a bit wet though. He opened his eyes to find his queen leaning into him, her lips again pressed to his, more passionatly than before. Though he did like this very much, his eyes shot open and suddenly his body fell back into a relaxed state.
'This is what you want, no?' he asked himself, 'you've always wanted her to be yours? to have her in your arms? to care for her like a lover, like a king, than a petty knight?'. He was so conflicted, should he kiss her back and risk this being some ploy of her's to test him? Or should he push her away and resist his own primal urges? Along with his own morals?
If it were possibly, he freeze this moment, but to gain some sort of clarity. He would rip the hair from his head and beat himself blind, he would decapitate himself and do anything vile and descraceful he could to himself just to find the answer.
....all that is left is cinders in place of a broken heart.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 1:09 am
Xx__________A s h e s A s h e s___________xX The demonic man of whom she shared a common ground was warmer than any fire she had enveloped herself in. His skin was soft when it should have been charred and rough all things she found so conveniently attractive. Had she really never taken the time to introspect Alexander at all? In the countless eons they had spent in each other’s company she had not dared to appraise his slender build. That was a death waiting to happen, if ever a foreshadowing was louder beyond normalcy. Demonia could now verbalize to the deeper places if her cranium that it was too easy to fall for this creature of the flame. How she had inveigled herself just by being in his wake. Alexander was sotto voce, as he slipped his sweet drug into her drink, making her every muscle want him in this exact moment. It had to be that simple, then why did it feel so convoluted?
While pressing her body to his, wanting her every curve to fit his mold, Demonia could sense all that she had broken by her forcefulness. Though she had wrapped both of her hungry arms around him, one of them guided her hand to his chest and pressed, hard. Her hand transposed into a strange liquid form, red in color, not bothering to watch it as it percolated through the pores on his skin. This was an easy task for Demonia, she had years of practice. One of her eyes stayed open, staring into his tiny spheres of iron clad doors, the other gazing into his blood stream watching as her own being trailed its way towards all that was fragmentary. Then was when she realized that Alexander had made no attempt to love her in return. Nothing. Just staring at her as if she had not even ployed in the slightest. Had he not wanted to love her, after all these years of succoring under her foot? The thought was briefly interrupted by the sights of his injuries within reach. Had she really done that much of a number on this fragile body? Demonia pulled away from their kiss, her eyes searching for something that truly wasn’t there however much she needed it to be. “This might sting my love…” With that her alter form wrapped around his broken bones and mended them like the very hand of God was inside of him.
"I.." Demonia began, but her words were fragmented even in the darkness of her mind where her intellect ran in spades. And even in there, the words seemed convoluted and distorted. What were the right words that would explain her actions as eloquently as she desired? Were there any words that could even amount to such a thing? All of these questions were clouding her judgement and thus her sanity, whatever was left of it, to be precise. "I..." Demonia tried once more and again her vocal cords had failed her. What point in time in it's smallest measurement had she ever been so inarticulate? "Please. Forgive me. I don't know what has come over me."
Just as quickly as she had invaded his body she left, her hand returning to its previous form, pale, dainty and exceptionally strong. “I must control my strength in these situations, but thy can promise thee it will not happen again.” Before Demonia could bring herself to walk away, defeated in her attempts to find any shred of physical love, or love for that matter, she discharged the dark lipstick from the skin around his mouth, her lovely fingers careful not to hurt Alexander any more than she had already. He had no idea how badly his lack of movement had felt like a stab to her already broken heart. How could she have been so simpleminded, and even convey the possibility that that sacred emotion that she had once felt could ever be attainable once more? With that thought incurred, how could she attain love to begin with? Holy in its nature, love destroys vessels at sea more violent than a tempered storm. Cities fell underneath the crushing blow of its mighty sword. Beneath love’s feet humanity crumbles to its knees and finally into pieces as it laughs in its face. Demonia was a fool to attempt to escape that cycle of heart ache and decay.
Without a single word more, Demonia left him, the wall behind him closing itself up as if an invisible needle had been etching it back together. The Demon Goddess wanted no lingering reminder of something that had no possibility of existing in the first place. “You have my permission to be on thy way. We all have work to do.” Receding into the bowels of the closets stomach, Demonia shut the great doors, and leaned against them, as if that would keep the world from happening around her. Her anger was rising once more, though she contained it quicker than ever before, and slowly allowed her legs to give out and slid gently to the floor, staring up at her clothes hanging neatly and protected from harm. Why couldn’t she have been created as the Goddess of Time so she may be able to speed up the end of her putrid existence and forget the emotions of mortality and immortality?
But no, she was burdened with emotions and vexations that were normally trivial. Alexander had hit a nerve she had not felt in a long while and though she wanted nothing more to plant herself in his arms and lose sight of the rest of the universe, Demonia had to take a stronger grip on her life and proceed as if nothing had occurred. “Forget it Demonia. You have a mission. You must get your revenge, then you can matter yourself into annexation.” Demonia said to herself as she cleared her face of her…
It had been too long, far too long, and there were no wet spots on her cold dark skin. Impulse guided by old habits sent her hand to her cheek attempted to clear a memory from her face that was clearly not there. “What have you become?” Demonia called to the hollow innards or her dimly lighted closet, the blue flames cascading a gentle hue over her tiny frame. It was then that she pulled her body to its feet and ventured on towards the back of her closet finding a soft black chair which really served no purpose there, until now, of course. With her dress pulled up to her hip, Demonia sat herself down the fabric exciting goose bumps on her flesh as she sank deeper into its cushion. Her eyes stared into nothingness as the blue flame flickered a few more times and subsided. Demonia wanted darkness. And darkness she would have…Xx________W e A l l F a l l D o w n__________xX
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 11:43 pm
With but a slight of hand...  Her lips were softer than anything he had ever felt in his entire existence, it was like the softest of silks pressed to his fleshy lips. Not only that, but her embrace. Her arms that now entangled him, constricting him. To be more accurate, around and within him. He wanted to close his eyes and to hold her closer to his own body. To warm that cold stone perfection that housed her soul. He wanted to ignite her passions, to force her heart to beat once again. Even if it should only be for but a single moment in time. Would that be enough for his own feelings to make it all the way through to her? For his love, his passion to melt that cold exterior and allow her to move on from the hellish nightmare of her past? 'This might sting?', he questioned her, but not out loud, his lips were currently occupied by her own.
Within that same moment, Demonia The Wicked Goddess had become a... a simple woman, if it were ever possible. She was pausing, hesitating, something that was far from close to being normal for Alexander's divine love. "Demonia...What should I forgive you for? For showing me something that I have longed for since...since before...", Alexander paused as she had beforehand. Though, before he could finish his complete thought, she had left him. She had simply left him to his lonesome. "...be...on my...way?", he said slowly, letting his mouth feel the words, roll them about to wonder why she would speak in such a way.
He could feel a strange sensation coming from his queen, a feeling he felt on a daily basis. It was a horrid one, one he would not let her live with, if he could change it, that was. He slowly approached the doors to where she hid herself and pressed his forehead to the cold surface. "Please, do not do this Mistress...do not shut yourself off to me...do not hide....I beg of you", Alexander pleaded with Demonia, begging for her to let him in, and not just into her inner sanctum.
There was the same anger from before, not directly aimed toward her, but just bursting in all directions. Alexander pounded his fists against the hard walls and screamed out of sheer fury. "Let me in! Damn it! Let me in Demonia! Just let me be there for you...let me prove how much you mea--", He suddenly stopped as he felt a wave of...something along the lines of a depression hit him. "I just want you to let me in...that's all I ask for...", he said in a much lighter tone than before, his body dropping to his knees once again. "Please...let me make up for what I...for what i didn't do before", he asked in a solemn tone.
Straight from your eyes it's burying me.
Beautifully so disfigured.
He was leaning heavily against the wall as he felt the wave move deeper into his being, weakening him further. He had become nothing but a sniveling pansy within moments. This much was clear, he was not fit to be her knight, not in this state. What would he do now? What could he do now but wait for it to pass, to regain his composure and carry out her orders?
"Can't we share this moment of weakness?....Won't you Share my heart of darkness...Demonia?", he whispered as he smashed his skull into the stone walls hiding her. Suppose you could say it was a metaphor for him driving headfirst into the walls she had put up around her heart.
....all that is left is cinders in place of a broken heart.
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