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

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel hoisted herself up to where she was sitting back on her heels. Raising her battered face up, she stared at Yawgmoth then wiped his spittle from her face. Her movements were sluggish and the the maiden really didn't believe she was going to make it through this. With no words spoken, she placed her hands on Crow's thighs. The caked blood around her finger nails caught her attention. Funny how even now, she would think of such a thing. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the only thing that she felt was pulsating through her body. The power she now believed was a curse. As she kneeled there at the foot of the duel thrones, she had to focus on the essence that caused her mutilated body to crave for the b*****d that filled the seat next to the original succubus. She used the same technique that she did when she healed someone except she switched sources of energy. She felt the warmth of the essence of pleasure coursing through her, bringing her broken form to arousal as she forced it through her fingers, if this worked, Crow would become whole once more and Angel would be free.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"No second chances. If something funny happens this time you'll never leave here, and you'll never stop screaming." Yawgmoth threatened. A sinister glimmer in the crimson iris of his eyes. They focused on the energies, positions and what he observed happening. At the slightest hint of something going wrong, of anything that might mean his Dark Lady wasn't getting her power back and he'd certainly make good on his threats. He'd peel that red headed b***h's skin clean off and watch it grow back and do it again several hundred times.

His gaze only broke to look at Crow, specifically to her eyes for a certain tinge of color that he recognized as her power, her gift. Perhaps inside of those beautiful orbs there was some sign this was working and she was taking back what was hers. Plus, if something went wrong he figured he'd see it there first and foremost.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

In knowing that Yawgmoth was there to act as her sentinel the Dark Lady settled back into her throne and opened herself up to whatever was about to happen. She figured if she focused on Angel's touch and tried to generate her power it might make the process run all the more smooth. A slow smile began to form in the corner of her mouth when Crow felt the heat from beneath her sister's hands. It was very much akin to the warmth she felt when using the powers of seduction on another. Her eyes left her lap, traveled slowly upwards to cease on the crimson windows of pure evil. As their eyes locked, her eyes flickered as if they were made of neon. A shade of violet began to glow, pulse between shades but defiantly growing brighter. Her hand tightened around the one belonging to her one true love. She dare not say a word in the chance she may jinx it. This was coming to fruition, she would almost bet her black heart on it.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Her body held on by sheer will power, but that was rapidly declining. Angel fought her own inner demons as she tried to remain focused on refusing Crow with her so called gift. What the matriarch really wanted to do is give in. If she died Crow would be powerless and even if her titan had swore his unfaltering allegiance and love to the demonized b***h, Angel doubted he would stay long beside a broken succubus. Love? How could either of them love anything. The idea of that made the word perverse. They knew nothing of love, this she was sure of. She was also sure if she let loose of her life, the home she had made would be altered forever. Her lands would become barren and scarred. Her sisters and her friends would become tragic puppets in the theater of pain that would become the RDS. Angel fought. Every last ounce of energy pushed the foreign power out of her hands and into the seated harlot of horror. She felt herself getting weaker, the glow in her eyes became dull, churning with her natural green specks peeking through the violet hues. Yawgmoth's threats fell on deaf ears. She had no tricks to bank on. When the last remnants of the curse left the wounded form, she collapsed against Crow's legs, death licking at her wounds.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

All he needed now was confirmation. The Lord of the Wastes hand tapped lightly against the throne. Once Crow gave the word that everything that should be hers was hers again, a simple flick of his wrist and Angel would be spat back out into the inn for all to see. They could heal her or let her rot and die for all he cared now. The other thing, of course, was that something tricky happened and she'd tried once more to thwart and he and Crow's plans. If that were the case his wrists wouldn't flick to toss her home, they'd flick to start most wonderful agony. Crimson eyes sat waiting for a sign of some kind to decide which task to accomplish.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

The blemished skin of Crow began to take on it's healthy alabaster sheen as Angel worked the magic back into her. She turned her free hand over looking at her claws sharpen. Everything about Crow seemed to become perfection. The vibrancy quickly returned to her eyes, and as she caressed her beloved's hand, she began to feel the sensuality mainstream through her veins. The Succubus arched her back as her arms outstretched as she received her dark gift once more. Upon completion, The Dark Queen rose to her feet allowing the crumpled carcass of Angel fall to the wayside. One look and Yawgmoth would know it was his Dark Lady staring back at him. To drive the point home, she straddled his lap, facing him, claiming him as she caressed his muscular chest. As soon as their skin touched he would have felt Crow in all her former glory. Purring demonically, She took his lips as well as other things she now used for her own means of pleasure.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel fell to the floor again. She hadn't the strength to get up or to fight any longer. Her only hope was that Yawgmoth and Crow kept their word and sent her back home so she could die in peace.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Yawgmoth's lips embraced Crow and he put one hand around her back and grinned against her skin. He snapped the fingers on his free hand and The Void opened a hole beneath Angel and sucked her down into it snapping shut leaving the twisted pair to enjoy one another's company yet again in peace and solitude and all manner of deviant perversion.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Panting, the newly charged Mistress Crow had felt the full effects of her succubus powers and so had her male who was beneath her. Suffice to say the thrown was well broken in now. She kissed him with long lazy laps of her tongue. His Dark Lady was pleased to no extant and her thundering heartbeat was proof of their sexcapade. The sweat sheen on their skin caught the dim lighting in this mock dungeon that Crow had come to know as a second home. In the time she had spent here alone she had been using her dark power to manipulate the shadows in this void. She now, upon looking back at the decaying mess left behind by the redheaded c**t, willed the darkness to swallow up the remnants of their torture fest. "We are pleased with your gift to Us, bringing her here so We could retrieve what was our birth right. Yawgmoth, you have proven your love and devotion to Us. We wish to do the same to you. We wish to be solidify Our union." Her violet hues bore into his crimson gaze searching for the understanding of the offer she was making.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Crimson eyes locked with hers. Perhaps it was her affinity for him, perhaps her succubus powers, perhaps because in the back the back of his brain he didn't want it to happen to his Dark Lady but whatever the reason, she was the only person who could look him in the eyes and not tremble in fear as a sensation of dread and terror overcame. "Is our union not solid enough for you?" the Lord of the Wastes rose an eyebrow. "We can only assume you speak of marriage yes? We find the idea of the ceremony disturbing. We will not step foot in a church nor will we willingly be around a priest if we can help it. Holy magic is our greatest weakness and those places are ripe with it Crow. Unlike the light which we can devour, holy is empowered by faith and faith, is not so easily broken." he explained. "If you're talking about something else then we're afraid we simply misunderstand you, you'll have to forgive hmm? Our brain is a bit....fried." Yawgmoth grinned. She'd quite literally ******** him silly a few times since they'd been in this dark mimicry of her dungeon. He still hadn't eaten or slept yet, not that he needed to do either to survive but he did need to recover his energy after awhile. Regardless, he waited to hear if he'd understood her or if he just missed the point.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow studied him a moment before she threw back her head in laughter. "Us, in a church? We spit on the very face of the Christ child had we the chance." Her long slender fingers smoothed down her thigh length ebony locks. Her face changed as she mulled over what he had said a bit further. "A priest, We have sent them in throes of passion during sermons. They are a play thing." Her gaze traveled over his muscular scarred chest stopping on her C that she had carved there. "We are not one to give merit to holy ceremonies. How can One believe in a God they can not have tangible proof of? You are a God, We see you, We feel you." She smirked at the last comment. "We do not worship you." Walking towards him, the Succubus took a serious tone. "But, We do think it would be fitting to call you Our Husband." Looking into his eyes, Crow sought the answers to a question she had not thought to ask in her lifetime. "We have rituals to bind us, not under mans God, but Our own beliefs." She reached out, gently stroking the strong jawline of her mate."What say you?"  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"Yawgmoth bound to one woman? Before you the very idea would seem absurd. After being around you, witnessing your unyielding viciousness and allure, we cannot do anything but say yes. We would call you wife and in unholy union bind ourselves to you as you would bind yourself to us." the Lord of the Wastes replied. A firm nod in agreement with his words as his hand moved up and cupped on the back of hers. To hear her call him a god well, that was flattering. Not entirely true, he knew he wasn't some divine creature of myth and legend. Still it didn't hurt to hear. "So yes, a clear and ever present yes. We would have no other." Well, no other unless the two of them were tormenting someone together but that didn't count. Already the idea of their rampage through the syndicate excited him.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crows power, now back where it should be swelled within her like a sensual blaze threatening to consume them both. To remind him she was her true self, she let the essence seep into him through her touch, warming his face and hand. One look of those violet eyes expressed the satisfaction that her fair features helped pronounce. "We will be two equals which walk as one to tear down the barriers thrown before Us." Soft lips pressed against the Dark Lord Yawgmoth's own. This alien being had made the succubus a very happy woman. "Yawgmoth and Crow, Husband and Wife, to rule the Syndicate and whatever else We set our gaze upon. Now, We shall have a binding ceremony yes? We think on the cliffs? "She rested her head against his broad chest and listened to the strong heart of the one male that she didn't feel it was a weakness to show her true colors in front of. "Perhaps, once the redhead heals, and they all become enslaved to Us, We shall make her your wedding present."  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"Very well, the cliffs it is. It should still be nightfall back on the Syndicate grounds hmm? Under the moon and stars of the cliffs we will make our union to you permanent." Yawgmoth stood up as darkness washed over him for a brief moment cloaking him in his usual attire of a long sleeved button up shirt, loose fitting black pants and shiny black boots. He had purposely left all of the buttons undone and not just the top two for Crow so she could still view the C carved into his chest that he let remain. "Hah, after what we saw tonight we don't want another woman. But if forcing upon her the sick things you so enjoy makes her scream in agony and that is what pleases our Dark Lady, we've no problem obliging on her or anyone else you bring before us. Just know that you will always be the first and only choice." he said sliding his index finger over Crow's chin. He took her hand in his. "Just say the word and we'll have the Void spit us out at the cliffs."  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Watching him, Crow's lips curved up in an approving smile. A few whispered words and her form was covered with her signature churning garment of shadows that teased the eye as it allowed flashes of her sensuous form to peek through. She ran her hands over his chest, inside the shirt he left undone. "We would lay with you now, but the night doesn't last forever. We are ready."