The Cliff

[Kumouri-kun]

Ryu heard some commotion coming from nearby and felt a familiar and hated aura. He smiled and decided, perhaps it was time to settle the score. So he headed off to where the sounds of conflict were coming from  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

A large hole in reality and space-time ripped asunder near the cliffs and from it stepped Yawgmoth in Crow's dark embrace. The pair had just come back to the grounds after a lovely evening of tormenting her sister and ripping her to pieces. He was sure the rest of the little minions were scrambling to save the stupid wench. For now, that was none of their concern. The moon and stars overhead gave enough light to see but of course, to the two dark creatures that hardly seemed to matter. "And here we are my dear." he said to the woman before him. "We're very curious to see these union rituals hm?" he noted. Churches and priests seemed out of the question. So how to unite as husband and wife then in a similar union with their....perverse sense of style and twist. He was ready to see.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

The cool air of the cliff rushed over Crow's form sending her hair whipping back behind her for a moment, then ceased as if the Dark Queen had willed it to. Back here, she was closer to her darklings and they did her bidding without so much as a whisper. She thought of what she wanted and the hissing, growling creatures slithered from the shadows. On this eve, it was a solid, glossy black box. The darkling lifted it up high above his head so she could reach it easily. Unlatching the metal clasps, Crow watched Yawgmoth's expressions as he watched her with curiosity. "My Love, create a small alter for Us." She waited for him to call upon his shadows as she created a gown from spider's silk.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"Mm" he grunted and pointed in front of them. The shadows twisted and curled wrapping themselves into a three-dimensional silhouette of a large decorative altar with stylings of her dungeon. The dark gothic look to match their sinister personas. With one snap the silhouette became a solid mass of hardened darkness making it a tangible object for her to use in the ritual. He didn't speak anything else for now, but observed her. Not with curious eyes as he usually did when watching anyone else that might be a potential enemy, but with rare genuine affection reflecting in the crimson orbs that loomed on her form.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

The darkling struggled beneath the weight of the box it was holding up over his head but Crow paid it no mind. Looking to Yawgmoth, her smile showed she was pleased with his handiwork. One by one the Dark Bride took out items from the case and displayed them on the alter. A beautifully engraved dagger, an ornamental bowl, a candle and a piece of ribbon. All of these items were black of course. Standing with the alter between them, Crow took the hand of her husband to be in her own. The contrast of his dark tanned skin beneath her alabaster tone gave hers the appearance of a soft glow. Crow, on this night was far more beautiful then she had been in years. In receiving her gift anew she had been refreshed in all aspects of her being. The spider gossamer gown clung to her curves, hugging her hips and high firm breasts like she had been born wearing it. The gloss and life had come back to her ebony strands that cascaded down her back as well as framing her lovely face. All her features were tantalizing but what caught the attention of everyone she set her sights on were her vibrant violet eyes that were capable of drawing the most saintly of men into her web. This remarkable, breathtaking, vile creature who stood before the titan Yawgmoth was about to do something she had never in her whole life time thought of doing. She was giving in and of herself, to one man, all that made her who she was. Trusting in the male whose massive form was lumbering over her to stay by her side through all the trials before them and to be the witness to all the torture she was willing to plague on the lands they chose to walk upon. Looking into the crimson terror causing eyes that looked upon her with perfect adoration Crow spoke. "Our Beloved Dark Lord Yawgmoth, No man or beast has been able to satiate Us as you do. No creature is half as vile or worthy of Our devotion. " She lit the black candle with her free hand as she spoke these words. "We give Ourselves to thee as an equal mate, of Our free will. We walk under the shroud of no god therefor the blessings mortals struggle for We seek not. We answer only to one another." Lifting the dagger the Succubus caressed Yawg's hand whispering. "We ask for your permission to break your skin."  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"Crow" he began. "In the same sentiment, never before have we even come close to meeting a woman who could hold our attention for more than a single evening. Your beauty, while astounding, isn't half as attractive to us as your viciousness, your cruelty. The malice you bring couples so nicely with the rest of you that we believe there isn't another like you in all creation. And so we gladly devote ourselves to your cause of ruling these lands like you deserve." he looked down at his hand and nodded. "Break it." he grinned with anticipation. Bound in blood and skin perhaps? He could certainly go for that over something as silly as traditional marriage and churches and priests. He almost visibly shuddered at the thought of the holy men and their damn spells. Perhaps his Dark Lady wasn't aware yet but they were one of the few who could hurt him. But, he looked her over again and admiring her form forgot why he was even concerned over the men of the cloth. Sure her cruelty and evil intent is what had sealed the deal but her looks were definitely what drew him to her initially, he didn't miss the opportunity to appreciate it now under the moonlight.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

The Dark Lady smiled at the words of her intended. Once her request was granted, she slid the blade across his hand then turned it over above the black bowl and watched his dark red blood spill into it in the muted candle light. She repeated the motion on herself. Once the bowl was half full, she swished it around to mix their blood then brought the bowl to his lips. "Drink my love."  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

He didn't speak, he opened his jaws and drank from the ritual bowl taking careful measure to leave her at least half of what remained of their pooled blood. The dark crimson liquid slid down his throat and he ran his tongue over his lips as the bowl left them with a small smirk. It revealed the deep red stains on his teeth from the drink. He expected she was about to do the same and drink the rest of it hence why he'd left her at least half of it. If not well, this ritual was certainly strange and now he was curious as to where it would go.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow had half the mind to come across the alter and lick the blood from his mouth but there would be plenty of time for that later. She took the bowl from his hands and brought it to her lips. The smell of their blood made her nose tingle. The rich life force slid down her throat smoothly. She set the bowl on the alter and took his hand in hers, the wounds on each touching the other. "We have drank of each other and now we combine out blood. Together We are one."
The ribbon she collected and bound their hands together. "This is our bond. No being can sever. I accept you as my Husband." She nodded to him to say his version of I do.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"A bond we are glad to have. We accept you as our Wife. Our one and only woman." Yawgmoth's fingers entwined with hers as she tied the ribbon around them and bound their hands together. His smile was more genuine than it had been in years and years. Truly only a woman like Crow could bring out real happiness in a man like him hardened from years of strife and conflict and well, being a first rate psychopath. But this girl was just as crazed and with the same penchant for violence. How could he ignore it? How could he ignore her? The answer was simple. He couldn't. That's why he was here now, tying the figurative knot.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow, without breaking the connection between them, walked around the alter and into the arms of her husband. Regardless if it was man's tradition to kiss the bride, she had to taste him. In a long sensual kiss, the Lady of Darkness partook of his exquisite lips sealing the union and the fate of the syndicate.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

The Lord of the Wastes wrapped his free arm around Crow's lower back and pulled her into the kiss. Now, this was a tradition he could get behind. As well as 'wedding' night throes of passion. With her power back, he was sure that would be coming regardless of whether or not they'd just hitched themselves to one another, but that was beside the point. When the kiss ended Yawgmoth's eyes looked her up and down, settling on her beautiful face and lovely features "Shall we then, my dear, take our victory lap and walk through that bar and flaunt things and then head down and retake your real dungeon? Let them know that gutted b***h was our, well your, handiwork?"  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Once their lips parted, the malevolent femme sliced the ribbon that bound them in two. One she placed around her wrist, the other around his. She hadn't thought of rings. If she was to have one then that would be up to her husband. "Yes, We would love to show off our union. It's time they learn who their Queen and King are and just who tore their beloved Angel apart." She pressed herself against him, admiring the way they seemed as if they were built for one another. "Then We shall rock that inn down to it's very foundation with our consummation." Her laughter filled the night sky as she looked into his eyes. "Shall we simply walk in through the back door, or are you taking us?"  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

Yawgmoth figured the marks they left on one another's skin would be more significant than any ring. He likely wouldn't wear a ring anyway, it got in the way of punching things and felt strange on his hands. "All of that sounds lovely. Come, Dark Lady. Let's walk through the moonlight back to the Inn and right through the front door." the large man said lifting her hand to kiss the back of it with a certain devious grin in his eye. Oh yes, they'd crumble that building tonight no doubt. He stepped in the direction of the Inn far off and reached back for her hand to enjoy the night and her presence for a quick little jaunt through the lands they'd soon rule over together. It was best for a Queen to know her territory, after all.