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Ilea paused to watch him approach her, easily noting the scar her sister had given him. While Nalyne had removed the energy that had Marked it, the male would always bear a bit of a scar from the experience of dealing with her sister. Then again, nothing in life came without pain, as she knew all too well.

At his offer, she turned her head to the side a bit again to assess where the assassins were then looked back at him, her keen intelligence showing in her crimson eyes as she looked him over briefly, “You can take them as you wish, Harvester. They’d make a fitting meal for one such as yourself. For me, they are an inconvenience and a nuisance I can well live without. Unfortunately, they seem to come in droves these days. Just yesterday I had to turn two of them into more Bone Sentinels since they lacked the intelligence for anything of more substance,” she told him softly, her voice still carrying that sultry beauty that went straight below the belt and reminded one of things best done between consenting adults.

She shrugged one shoulder, “I was going to wait until I got back to my rooms to take care of them, but you can have them now if you wish,” she offered then paused to twist down and to the side a bit, her opposite hand coming up to catch the dagger thrown at her from the shadows behind her. As she looked at the piece she gave an annoyed frown, “Then again, they seem to want to die sooner rather than later…” she growled out, clearly annoyed at the assassins.

She turned her head to look behind her, giving him a good look at the line of her neck and the numerous tiny silvery scars there, a few of them criss-crossing over her jugular artery and showing that she’d been taken to Death’s Door numerous times in her past. But nothing like now… Now she was being slowly drained in a way that should have never happened to begin with, but with the alterations to her DNA that Goh had added in over her thousand years with him, he was able to do a great many things with her… Even drain her life to fuel the body that would carry his soul and bring him back.

At this point, she only had a few more weeks. Then, she knew that Nalyne would come for her.

There were only two ways of getting around what was being done to her and she only knew of one: for another to claim her in the Master/servant bond. There was the other, though, the permanent break to the cycle: for her to be claimed as an equal partner, as a full Mate. Nalyne had hoped that David, the bodyguard she’d claimed, would do it, but her asking him to kill her before Goh managed it had been too much for him and he’d walked away from her.

She gave a small growl of annoyance as she dropped the dagger that now carried her blood on the blade from the way she’d caught it, “You can take both of their souls as you please, Harvester. But I would like confirmation on who they’re killing me for before they die,” she added then gave an eye roll, “If they even know…” she muttered under her breath, knowing full well that whoever Goh’s servant was this time, the little b*****d was good at covering his tracks…

She looked at her gloved palm and frowned again, "And I managed to go all day without bleeding..." she added to herself, clearly very annoyed. The truth, though, was that she couldn't afford anything that would interfere with her currently plans. Getting a wound that would take days to heal, or longer, was something she really couldn't afford right now. Especially since she had no way of healing fast, not with David gone now. And she wasn't sure about going to the Pillow Room...

Ilea said nothing as he killed the assassins, knowing that she’d be able to raise the bodies later and use them for something. More likely turn them into more bone sentinels since those seemed to be working fairly well right now. Well, the assassins after her seemed to be the exception to the bone sentinels at the main entrance, but she’d eventually figure out why and correct the problem.

What she didn’t know was that she could have never guarded against threats to herself and Esabel, though her bone sentinels had managed to frighten off quite a few of the weaker set. So there really was no way for her to protect either of them from the threat of her creator returning.

Then Lancaster was saying something to her as he moved around her, making her frown slightly at him as he moved back around in front of her. Before she could say anything, though, he was forcing the souls into her and making her drop to her knees with a shivering scream that had everything to do with things done between consenting adults in the best of ways. The pain of her body processing the souls simply turned into pure pleasure inside of her and sent her crimson eyes rolling up in her head as the souls restored her strength.

But the souls were just a temporary bandage on an arterial wound and she would soon begin to deteriorate again unless someone took over the Master/servant bond or claimed her in some way that would eliminate or block what Goh was trying to do to her. For now, though, she was restored to her full glory and was an even greater temptation to the eye and body:

Her dark hair took on a beautiful sheen even in the tight braid she was wearing; her eyes took on the nearly-glowing full blood-red crimson that was so familiar to everyone that knew her; her pale skin lost the pasty paleness of her imminent death and became a pure paleness that was only enhanced by the silvery scars she bore from her time with her creator; her lips took on a natural dark red hue that almost begged to be kissed; and the rest of her body lost the weakness that preceded death and took on the tone and vitality of life, showing her body to be even more alluringly deadly. She’d been created to be just as deadly as she was beautiful and she was every inch of both right now.

Even the cut to her gloved hand healed as she looked up at him with desire riding her hard, though she’d never ask for it. She was created to serve, after all. Right now, all she did was bare her throat for him and leave herself open for whatever he planned to do to her, even if it was to bleed her dry.

She’d already been through that one and hadn’t minded the euphoric effect of bloodloss, she’d even liked the heightened senses so much that she’d begged Goh to do it to her again. He hadn’t, of course. To him, she’d been nothing but one of his creations, after all.

But the heat in her crimson eyes was impossible to miss and when she wet her ruby lips it drew the attention to their fullness even though that wasn’t her intention. The temptation of Ilea grew even higher, though, when she dropped her eyes and spoke softly to him, her voice sounding even more tempting when she did that even though it was unintentional on her part, “What would you have of me?” she asked him, only leaving off the title for now because he hadn’t Marked her or Claimed her yet. Then… Oh then he’d get the surprise of his life, quite likely… Because then she would call him, Master…

Ilea felt it the moment the Mark started moving over her skin, the power he was using taking the place of the Master/servant bond and stopping the drain on her energy. In that moment, he put a halt to Goh’s rise. In that moment, he had full rights to every part of her.

In the moments after that, he finished binding her to him, laying claim to her body as much as to the rest of her.

By the time he finished with her, her crimson leathers were in shreds around them and he could see every inch of her. She din’t bother to hide herself from him in any way so he could see the marks he’d put into her pale skin as well as a thousand years of silvery scars in her pale skin, scars she’d gained in her time serving Goh.

She turned her crimson eyes to him as he moved back from her and finally got to her own feet, her eyes showing that while she didn’t know how to deal with him yet, she also wasn’t one for questions. Goh had taught her the pain of asking questions, after all.

With a thought, she dressed herself in another outfit of crimson leather and collected her daggers, looking at him again briefly before lowering her eyes, “I’ll show you to my rooms. You can clean up there, if you wish,” she said softly, already falling back on a thousand years of servitude when dealing with him.

With her creator, she hadn’t been allowed to look at him unless he invited it; very little speaking unless he’d required it; no questions at all beyond the one question she’d already asked him; learning the first time something was explained and expecting pain if she didn’t; and to serve all of her master’s desires, no matter what they were.

Even now, she didn’t bother to braid her hair back again because she could sense that he liked it loose and flowing down her back to fall to mid-thigh. She also moved with the deadly grace of a lethal predator while looking like a walking wet dream for his benefit alone. Even the outfit she’d clothed herself in was geared towards showing off the Mark he’d given her for everyone to see it.

And everyone they passed reacted to Ilea very differently than they did to Esabel: they all feared Ilea and kept their eyes to themselves after just the barest glimpse of her form moving down the hallways. No one was inclined to look at her for long, much less try to interact with her beyond what was required. Even the slaves that kept her rooms clean did so whenever she wasn’t there.

All of the guards feared her for the simple reason that they didn’t want to end up as Bone Sentinels… Or worse…

As for the powers and abilities she possessed… Well, Goh had taught her very well in many areas, wanting her to be the perfect servant for whatever popped into his head. She was just as talented in the bedroom as she was in the fighting arena, she could create an army of various types of undead as well as controlling things like the zombies and ghouls that ran amok in the Zombie Lands and Radiation Areas, she could manipulate souls, she could use the shadows for many different purposes and could light candles as well as a fire.

Those were just some of what she could do and didn’t touch at all on her knowledge of anatomy, gained as much through herself being tortured as from torturing others.

And all of that was now available for Lancaster’s benefit, any and all of her skills his to command…