The Void - Yawgmoth's Domain (Read First Post)

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow's attention was taken from the crimson rain that fell on the dark duo only to be replaced by the strong arms that held her up and against Yawgmoth. She had done her worst to the fallen Angel and all else would be a waste of energy until the girl came to, unless her healing was failing her and she drew her last breath. But that was a memory for the time being, She was ready to take her demon god up on his offer of sexual debauchery. She turned her head to capture the tongue that had slid up her cheek seconds before.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

The bloody form hung from the chains like a macabre doll. Life still lingered in her flesh, barley. Angel's mind had taken her away, the torture forced her somewhere between a nightmare and death. Slowly her healing power began to work.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

After hours or what probably seemed to Angel like an endless cavalcade of all manner of sexual deviance from the twisted pair Yawgmoth sat up on the edge of the bed with a wide grin looking up. The whole time his eye had been on his dark lady, focused intently on her and he didn't even remember their crimson haired victim was here until it was over. "Mm so all of that and none of your power moved from her back to where it belongs ehh?" he questioned looking over his shoulder to Crow behind him.

Standing up for either of them was probably a moot point for awhile. Sitting up now he even had to have his tail and his arm prop him to keep things stable. What a woman. "You don't feel anything stirring within you either do you Crow?" he inquired further. If all of what they just did didn't stir her succubus powers from one sister to the other well, there went that idea. Damn had it been fun to try though.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow's feminine form rose from behind the male who had taken her to the threshold that her body could handle, repeatedly. Her eyes, a shade or two brighter then before he had taken her with his ravenous ********. She smirks, in answer to his questions as her vision was filled with the hanging doll that she had so brutally torn into hours before. "We feel something has changed in us, some small trace of Ourselves have come back to Us. But there is still far to go to become your beloved Dark Lady." Her arms encircled his broad torso, resting them across his chest, she placed her head on his back and whispered words she had thought he may want to hear. "Does Our Darkness wish to humiliate her even further?"  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"You are our Dark Lady with or without your powers. We thought we made that clear tonight." Yawgmoth grinned teasing her. When she asked if he wanted to humiliate Angel further the large man's crimson glare shot upward to the woman and then down again. "What did you have in mind?" he questioned looking back over his shoulder at the top of Crow's raven hair while she rested her head on his body. For him, the thrill was sort of over now with Angel. She was pathetic hanging there and passing out. There was no challenge to it anymore. His Dark Lady had won this particular round and could win the whole thing but as he said earlier, he thought it better to draw it out and toss her back to the bar mutilated and recovering. So everyone would know what happened when they stood in Crow and Yawgmoth's way. Fear would spread that and a desire for vengeance. He could feed off of the would be avengers for weeks no doubt. But, Angel was his gift to his woman. If she wanted to humiliate her all the more beforehand, he was definitely game.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

"Crow..." Her voice was fragile. The ragged Angel called out the best she could. Every cell in her body seemed to scream out in pain. She looked down at her form with blurry eyes, her wounds had been trying to heal themselves but it was a very slow process. She had to try to level with the evil one. Get the power passed back to it's rightful owner. Power, no, curse. "Take me down, I will try to force the power back." Her intestines were slowly pulling back up into her open cuts. "Please Crow." If it sounded like she was begging, well, she was.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow was about to answer her lover when the hanging fleshy piped up. "Oh, look Love, she is awake." Leaving his arms, the succubus glided across the room until she was standing a foot away from Angel. "Well, We see you're beginning to heal up." Crow's voice dropped a few degrees, becoming colder then usual. "Isn't that easy it?" Reaching out, she plucked a few of the taunt guts that hung free. The wince on the face of her victim made her laugh whole heartedly. "And if this is a trick?"  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel looked down at the tormentor that vexed her. She almost laughed. "Seriously Crow? Do you think I am getting my jollies off hanging here? You are the one into this s**t, not me." The redhead may have had the vibrant eyes that belonged to the Mistress but everything else was faded and bland. Even her hair lost the luster it was known for. "I want free of you, where I can heal...I don't want this ******** curse of yours." Her breath became labored, she had expelled too much energy with her verbiage. Her head fell forward as she clung to consciousness.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow, who never was one for patience, snapped her fingers and Angel's torn and bloody body fell to the floor. Seeing her this way looked like a lot more carnage was done to her fair skin then when she was hanging. This way she looked like a pile of moving gore. A smirk claimed Crow's lips as she walked around the broken female. Her boots stuck to the floor making the sound of tape being pulled up as she traipsed through the congealing blood. "We let you down because we are tired of seeing your animated corpse. Give Us Our power and you will be returned to your beloved Inn." Reaching down, Crow grabbed a fist full of Angel's hair, yanking her head up only to be stopped by her fist. The bloody gurgle that came forth made her heart race. "Hurting you is pleasing, but We need what you stole From Us." Dropping her head, the Dark Queen laughed at the thud of her skull hitting the stone floor. "We might have you service our beast of a dog before We let you go." Crow frowned a moment as she looked at Yawgmoth. "We forgot, the dungeon You created Us looks so much like home, that Our beast isn't here." Slapping Angel's face she curses. "Your lucky b***h. He would have loved claiming you." Standing, the Succubus gave her sister three swift kicks in her back. "Now sit up, the time has come for you to return Our gift." Walking to her throne Yawgmoth had created for her, Crow sits, crosses her legs and beckons Angel with a finger. "Better yet, crawl to Us."  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Tears flow down Angel's face as she drags herself up to all fours. Slipping on her blood and tangling in the guts that are still hanging loose she attempts to move forward. Inch by inch she makes progress, pushing her body to it's limit as the blood spreads out before her. A slow tide announcing her progress. Slowing, she rested. Crow seemed so far away as she set, gloating in her thrown of shadows. Yawgmoth was closer but the struggling female kept well away from him. She hadn't forgotten the night at the Inn when Ali set by and did nothing. She made a solemn vowel to herself that this would not happen again. She would never be found so weak, so utterly wounded by these two fiends ever again.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"Aw isn't this just adorably pathetic of her Crow?" Yawgmoth cackled watching Angel try her best to crawl among blood and viscera to her sister's feet. He was glad to see his dark lady take the throne that he thought was so rightfully hers. Too bad it wasn't a real one back in the RDS. But this mock throne in her mimicry of a dungeon here in this vast expanse of black would do for now. The Lord of the Wastes stood up and walked by Angel taking careful steps to step on what entrails he could that were still attached to pull at them with his weight bearing down as she tried to move just to make it that much more difficult to get to her goal. The squishes between his toes as he wasn't wearing shoes or well, much of anything thanks to Crow, made for an extra pleasing sound. Hah. He spun around and sat down in the throne he'd made for himself next to Crow.

The thrones were of equal size and grandeur as he had told Crow they didn't own the other. They were equals. She wasn't subservient to her man, nor was he to her. This was a symbol of that partnership, their sick relationship probably had better standing and attraction than most normal people's, only with far more sex and violence and sometimes both mixed together in blissful wonderful harmony. "Here we thought nothing would make us happier than the site of you earlier Crow. But we have to admit, the sight of her crawling at your feet is almost better." he laughed. Almost, but not quite as beautiful to him as his dark lady's nude form spread out on the bed and waiting, pleading for him. Mm that thought drove him wild even now.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow took pleasure in watching the Male she had chosen to chair her demented vile world with. She had far too much of this goody two shoes that was crawling towards her now. She growled to herself as she thought back on the times people had tried to change her, reign her in, to find the good in her. The ebony haired demon tempered femme wanted nothing of that world and thought anyone who did was weak and not worth the s**t that leaked from Angel's wounds. "Yes, she is pathetic, with all her wonderful morals and her soft words and kind spirit." The idea made Crow want to slice her throat. "Hurry up c**t, we have other things to do and the site of you is ruining the décor." Crow reached over and took the hand of the God beside her.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel shrieked in pain as Yawgmoth caused some of her healing gut to unravel and pull free. In doing so, she slipped and fell, her face slamming in to the cooled slimy blood and mire. "Please, get away from me, I'm trying to do as you asked of me." Wobbly arms lifted her up to her knees and she crawled again leaving a new slick behind her. She reached Crows feet and collapsed.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"Well dear Dark Lady, you see where morality gets you hmm?" he motioned to Angel who had just collapsed at her feet. "Once she gives you back whats yours, at your approval we'll have the void dump her sorry a** back right into the center of the bar. Ashamed and naked as she is now and torn to god damn pieces. Let them mop the blood from the floor and watch her insides try and heal and pull themselves together We're sure she'll survive, and we actually hope she does. Then" Yawgmoth adjust his position in his chair and stared down at Angel glaring "We can enjoy that look of fear every time she sees one of us come by. Watch her shrink back and cower. Because she'll know what they don't. She'll know what happens when you ******** with the wrong people." he pursed his lips for a moment and then spit down at her chiding "Worthless whore." he sneered.

The Lord of the Wastes looked over to Crow and his smile returned, twisted as it may be. Ahh he was in now. He'd never get away from a woman like her. Every evil act he watched her commit just made him draw closer and closer to her. With or without her powers, here or back in her real dungeon, hell out in a field for all he cared. As long as she was who she was at this very moment. Crow. As vile and sadistic as he was. He'd love her, truly love her, every fiber of her being. Their latest little venture ensured they'd never be bored once they returned and word spread of what they'd done to Angel. Ahh he had nothing but great fun to look forward to.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Like her mate, Crow was naked save for her thigh high boots that she hadn't the patience to take off before their marathon ******** session. She frowned down at the matted red hair that was marring up the glossy black finish. Kicking at her head, Crow snarls. "Get the ******** off." She ran her fingers over Yawgmoth;s showing him affection before her attention bore back down on the female at her feet. "Well, get with it, We have things to do."