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Tentative: Kingdon of Eternity
Topic Started: Apr 24 2008, 11:41 AM (60 Views)
The Goddess Alexia	Apr 24 2008, 11:41 AM Post #1
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	WARNING: THIS STORY HAS ADULT SITUATIONS IN REFERENCE TO SEX, VIOLENCE AND CUSSING!!! Okay so this is a very basic rough draft for the story. Not as much detail as I want, but still I like it. This is the second time I've tried to post this topic b/c it got really screwed up the first time. Lets hope things go better this time. Remember to leave lots of feedback please ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ranna wasn't your average girl. At nineteen she was notorious for being the youngest High Priestess of the Great God, the Green Man. Raised by parents who weren't particularly religious, but who themselves were raised Christian, Ranna was permitted to explore religion as she so desired. At the age of ten she became a Pagan, following devoutly and enthusiastically the Great God in particular. Born on October 31st, the Pagan holiday of Samhain, the day the dead return, Ranna had always had a morbid curiosity of the dead, death, and of dying. When she was seventeen she became the High Priestess of the God to the circle of covens she practiced with. By the time she was nineteen, she so devoutly followed her path and her connection to the great God through all that involved death, that she¡¦d gained the ability to enter a trance like state of mind that brought her to the otherworld, where she'd spoken with the great god himself. Many doubted this ability she claimed to have, so she did it with them present, asking the god in their conversation to mark her body in a predetermined spot that the on lookers selected themselves. Before their very eyes, the image of a scorpion in attack position, with its tail curving off into the symbol for Scorpio, the arrow replaced by the scorpion¡¦s stinger. The image burned into her skin like a hot brand on her right shoulder blade. Then, the color filled in, it looked so real they feared it would scuttle off of her skin any moment. From then on, Ranna's word was never doubted again. The image from the God remained apart of her to the day she died, changing colors with her mood. If she was truly angry, the symbol would straighten out and curve like a real scorpion and the living tattoo would then proceed to sting and attack an invisible enemy. Ranna died in a car crash on April 20, 2008. She was nineteen, heading to a Coventry meeting, when a high driver in the other lane moved over into hers and hit her head on. Despite the seatbelt and airbag, Ranna died on impact, her heart whip lashed so hard it smashed into her sternum, where a broken rib from her side airbag cut into it. At her funeral, images of a beautiful blonde, blue eyed girl smiled at everyone, happy with life and accepting of death, no one thought she'd go so young.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!
The Goddess Alexia	Apr 24 2008, 11:44 AM Post #2
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	When conscious thought returned to Ranna, she found herself passed out on hard, dried ground. The sky above was blood red and cloudy. It flickered now and then as if lightening was flashing above the clouds. She looked around, dead trees, a flowing black river went horizontal to the left and right as far as her eyes could see. Then she saw other people. Were they passed out like she’d been? They weren’t moving. Were they…dead? Then she noticed they were naked. She looked down. She too was naked. She gasped at this, shocked that she hadn’t realized it until now. Then she realized that she felt no climate. Then her hands flew to her back as she tried to feel for her mark. So she’d been right in thinking that the God had branded her not just her body, but her very soul. She felt it move under her fingers, it was agitated with the environment. “How’d I get here?” She said to herself. She thought back to the last thing she remember. “On coming headlights…I didn’t have time to take to the ditch…I must bed dead.” Strangely enough she was calm and collected. She knew she’d die eventually. She just didn’t think it’d be so soon. Sighing again she looked around. “This isn’t right though. I don’t belong here.” She swung her head from side to side, a little uncomfortable that she should have been able to feel her hair moving over her bare back, but didn’t. Despite the sky being red and clearly casting red light, everything was clear in color to her. She could see heat waves coming up off of the ground. “Why can’t I feel the heat?” She crawled over to the swiftly flowing river and reaching down slipped her hand in. She couldn’t feel that either. She didn’t even feel the ground beneath her. She frowned confused, and stood. As soon as she was standing fully, a wicked looking creature appeared next to her. He was ugly, and hunched with bat like wings, and huge, thick horns. He looked like a gargoyle, but he was jet black all over, and had a long black tongue that shot out of his mouth, wrapped around her, and held tight, not that she could feel this either, she just knew he was taking her somewhere. She sighed. Hopefully she’d find out where she was, because she knew it wasn’t Summerland. The next thing she knew she was being sucked through a long black tunnel, as if she was on the inside of a vacuum hose. Just as suddenly as it started it stopped and she was thrown to a marble floor, that could she feel it, would have been cool to the touch, despite the hot temperature of wherever it was she was. She looked up and the creature was just landing beside a throne with a large red satyr with a goatee, and black horns. She frowned slightly then realization spread across her face and she started laughing.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!
The Goddess Alexia	Apr 24 2008, 11:46 AM Post #3
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	“I can’t believe it! I’m in Hell! Literally!” She managed to choke out her words through her hysterical laughing. “I knew deities made a mistake here and there but to let a soul get lost! Oh that’s just great!” The being on the throne, clearly Lucifer himself stared at her as though she were crazy. When she finally regained herself, she stood and looked him directly in the eye. It was he who spoke first. “You are a sinner, Mortal. And now you are mine. I am your god now!” “Good luck with that. Do you say that to everyone who comes through here? Its really unoriginal. I don’t belong here. I’m not a Christian.” “If you are as you say, then why are you here?” “Good question. Lets call the Great God and Goddess and find out, shall we?” “You’re an impertinent one aren’t you?” “You would be too if you knew that the so called Evil One couldn’t actually do anything to you.” “You think I can do nothing to you?” “No. I know you can’t.” “You will learn, Mortal. Watch and see what the master of Hell can do to you!” Suddenly he was standing and he brought his foot down hard on the marble floor. Ranna blinked and found herself suddenly on a table of sorts, her arms tied above her head, tied together at the wrists, her ankles bound together and below her. Nearby, Satan stood at a wheel and turned the crank. As far as Ranna knew, nothing was happening. She didn’t get what he was doing. Then she realized what was happening. She was on a rack and hadn’t realized it because she can’t feel anything. She remained silent thinking to herself as Lucifer tried in vain to torture her. Several minutes later Lucifer gave up on that and threw her into an iron maiden. When he heard no please from her he moved onto something else. He must have tried all his favorite torture devices, or just gave up because suddenly Ranna found herself back in the throne room, Satan sitting before her as before. She smiled at him. “What did I tell you? You can’t harm me.” “How did you know though?” “My mother raised me to believe that the pain in hell is all in your head. Your soul is not solid, nor tangible, for the most part. Any torture dealt to it in hell is all in your head. All the whippings, lack of food and drink, its all just the magic of the world at work to make you fear your surroundings, and forget reason.” “There are not many who know this secret. Your mother is a wise woman, beautiful one. Now then, what to do with you? I think I shall keep you, that is for sure. You’re too much of a prize to give up. What is your name?” Her blue eyes grew dark and she felt her scorpion start to move. “My name is Ranna, I am a High Priestess to the Pagan God, and I demand that you summon my lord and lady this minute! Or I will, then you’ll be in trouble.” Satan laughed. “Alright foolish one, summon your gods if you wish. A meeting with them should prove amusing. I‘ll have you no matter what little Ranna, but I think your gods will perhaps give you a body so I won‘t have to.” Ranna hesitated a moment, unsure if she wanted to enter such a helpless state with Satan right there feet away from her. Then she snapped out of it. The magic of his realm almost had her, before she remembered she was nothing but soul. He couldn’t harm her. She closed her eyes and when she reopened them it was visible that she was gone. Her form remained, but her eyes were lifeless, her mind in the otherworld. As she moved through the Forest of Mists she searched calmly. She knew the way but habit made her look anyway. After traveling for several minutes she came upon a great oak tree. The Tree of Life. She gently pushed her finger to it’s bark and looked up. “My lord, I need you.” A great face appeared in the bark. The face was that of an old man, with a full beard and head of hair. His head was crowned in a wreath of oak leaves. “Ranna. You are not yourself. What is it?”
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!
The Goddess Alexia	Apr 24 2008, 11:52 AM Post #4
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	“I am dead sir as you well know. And you lost me. I am in Lucifer’s hall. Hell. Please! Come and take me home?” The old man smiled kindly at her. “Yes little one, we will come to your aid. Go back and tell Lucifer that the Great Gods are come.” She smiled thankfully and left the Otherworld. Back in Satan’s hall she came to herself once more, and looked around her. The Dark Lord bore a look of intrigue on his face as he stared at her. She couldn’t quite read what he was feeling or thinking but he was interested by her non the less. “My Lord and Lady are coming.” His eyebrows rose in amusement, “Are they now? I didn’t think a mortal possessed the ability to summon the great gods to beck and call.” “My gods are meant to sere those who are devoted to them in pure love.” She said coldly. “They don’t demand perfect obedience, just that you live a good life, and do what you can to help others do the same.” “Interesting way of putting it. You’re very outspoken, aren’t you?” “Why shouldn’t I be? You’re nothing but an equal o me.” “And if I were to put you in a body…” “My lord would have your hide before you could blink for attempting to harm a soul that is not yours to harm!” Just then a beautifully blended scent of pine and wild flowers filled the room, and suddenly standing between Ranna and Lucifer were the two towering figures of the Pagan God and Goddess. Instantly Ranna dropped to one knee, head bowed, her arms crossed at the wrists were pressed to her chest. “My Lord. My Lady.” The goddess smiled and bent to pick Ranna up. When Ranna looked into her face, she gasped, she was more beautiful that anyone could have imagined. Her hair was long reached past her waist, it was blonde, no wait red, now brunette, and then silvery? And her kind eyes, brown, then blue, gray then green, deep purple, now nearly black. Her features too on similar contexts as her eyes, always changing shape and position, but her eye shape, face in general changed seldom and it was hard to tell when it changed at all. She was the Maid, the Mother, the Crone, one woman to represent the beauty in all women. Then suddenly her shifting appearance stopped, her hair was long and silvery, her eyes blue-gray, and her skin (which had been dark a moment before) was creamy white. “You have no need to bow before us young one. Tis us who should kneel to you, so brave and wise a soul as yours is, so devoted to us, we are your servants loved one.” Ranna was speechless as her eyes moved from the tall goddess to the equally tall god that stood beside her. Her lord. His appetence too had been changing, but now her had the look of a rugged young man, with steel gray eyes, short, yet spiky brown hair, and scruffy looking beard that appeared to always be about two days old. Intertwined in his hair were random leaves and twigs here and there. His face, too was kind, yet harsher than that of his counterpart. He smiled at her but his attention was focused on the lord of Hell, Lucifer. “Lucifer. You realize that as a charge of my care, Ranna is off limits to you, correct?” Lucifer met his gaze full on but had a bit of submission to his voice. “Aye, I know it well. That’s why I permitted her to call you, after attempting to elict even a single scream of her.” “You mean to tell me you put her to your little devices, even after you were told she wasn’t christian?” “Did you expect any less of me? I intend to keep her, Sire.” Sire? Ranna was a little confused. He was an underling to her own deities? A demigod forced to obey those who were high gods. Well that made sense seeing as he was once only an angel, and what is an angel but a Christian demigod? “You are lucky she is one of the wise ones, or you’re head would be hanging from my Gateway. Ranna is very special to me. She is the youngest High Priestess the Lord of the Dead has ever had. She is connected to me on a very personal level. Ranna turn and show him your mark.” She did as she was asked, revealing the scorpion with its symbolic tail on her shoulder blade. “That scorpion tells me if she is in any harm, and warns her of it as well. Should you be able to see it when her mood changes, you’ll see its coloring change as well, and when she is upset in anyway, it will attack, bleeding its own spite into Ranna causing her to seek great revenge. This is a gift I have bestowed on her, as she is very special, and dear to me. I expect her to be treated like an important guest until we can bring her home to Summerland. Is that understood?” Lucifer, entranced by the life like scorpion, watching it as it scuttled back and forth across her should, forever in the attack position, yet seemingly calm, until the God’s last words were spoken, the it turned abruptly so it faced across her back and its beautiful reddish black color faded to dark green. Then it was gone form sight for Ranna had turned back around to face them all. “What do you mean until you can take me home? Why can’t you take me with you now?” The Goddess gently hushed her and knelt down beside her, to look into the girl’s eyes. Her worlds were soothing and kind. “Dear one, we wish we could, but you would not have wound up here unless one of two things happened. The first being that you were meant to be here for some reason, the other that there was a glitch in the magic that knows where to take the souls. We need to find out which it is, and track the dead as the pass on to see if any others wind up in the wrong place more so than usual. Once we know it is safe for you to return with us, we will come for you immediately. Big plans have been made for you upon your death, you are as important as ever my love, but even taking a dead soul with us, if there is a glitch in the system, could take you somewhere else anyway, our magic cannot protect you form that, unfortunately.” “You were supposed to guide me.” Her words were the same lost tone that a child gets when he finds out his father can’t protect him from everything. They were directed to the God. He sighed. “I was guiding you. And then I lost you, and couldn’t find out. I knew you would call for me when you could, and so I waited, and thusly you came. Still, you are to stay here. But not without provisions. You shall have a body again for one.” And with those words Ranna could suddenly feel the heat of the realm all about her, and the cool marble floor beneath her feet. Her hair down her back, her eyelids blinking against her skin. She looked down. She was not slightly transparent as she’d been before. She was in fact, solid through and through. “Now for garments.” The Goddess chimed, and Ranna was suddenly thrilled to feel her cool hands pass over her, to reveal a favored outfit she had when alive. A pair of tight, black pants with cuffs that flared, and neon blue halter top that left several inches of her stomach revealed, and pushed her already large breasts up and together, giving a generous view of them. On her feet were matching black heels that wrapped around the ankle in the roman fashion. She reached behind her and felt the familiar scorpion, calm once more, and comforting to her on her mostly bare back, and smiled. “Thank you, My Lady. And you My Lord.” She said solemnly. The God turned to Lucifer who was clearly running his own intentions through his head. His countenance grew hard and stern. “Lucifer! You are to provide for Ranna’s every need while she remains with you. She is to be given her own quarters, and servants. Once she has a room, a wardrobe will appear for her, seeing as its unsure as to how long she will be here. And leave her alone. She is off limits to your tortures, understood?” Lucifer had to check himself quickly before replying. If he answered too hastily, they would suspect he was up to something. He huffed instead and looked annoyed. “Yes, Sire. As you will it, so it shall be.” The gods smiled, pleased with this. Then hugging Ranna, bid her farewell, and promised to return for her as soon as they could. With that they were gone, their scents of pine and wildflowers lingering behind them. She smiled at Satan with a smart I-Told-You-So look and her huffed again. “Well, show me the way oh dark master, to my rooms, if you would please.” Lucifer had to stifle a chuckle at the smartass girl. She was defiantly amusing. And he could still have her, he was sure of that. He showed her the way through his dark stone castle to where she would stay. As she followed behind him, she poked and prodded at the black gargoyle type creature with the long tongue. It howled and hissed it’s distaste for her poking it. “Just as you’re off limits for me to torture, I would ask you leave my underlings out of yours.” Lucifer snapped. “So you have to listen to all that higher gods, don’t you? You’re just a demigod right?” She said, ignoring his words to her other than to leave the poor creature alone. He sighed. “Unfortunately, yes, but they are the great powers, and I a lowly creation of them. Not that I’m bothered by them too much. The constant demands of my realm keep me busy enough to avoid them most of the time.” “But you’re still an underling, and you have to listen to them all! That’s crazy!” “Don’t rub it in, woman! Here are you’re rooms. You’ll have a maid to clean it, and a butler to get you whatever you need. Lauren will be your maid, and I think Decon will suit you as butler. There is a bell on the dressing table. They will hear it no matter where they are.” Without even a goodbye he was suddenly gone, his dog, that’s what Ranna decided to call it, was gone with him. She shrugged and entered the room. It was huge. About a quarter of the size of a football fiels, with high vaulted ceilings. The bed was in the center of the wall to the left of the door, parallel to the wall the door was on, and was so large a small house could fit on it. Opposite the bed, to her right was a TV built basically right into the wall, and taking up most of it. There was a couch and bean bag chairs there and a long coffee table , all on a large square rug. On the wall opposite the door was a vanity, to the left (as you looked at it) was a door opening to a bathroom. Farther down the wall to the left of that door, almost to the corner of the room, with the lower part hidden by the bed was another door. Ranna crossed the room and entered. The room as large as the previous and filled with all sorts of clothes. If this was Hell, she couldn’t wait to see Summerland! A little tired from thae day she went to the vanity and rang the bell. Moments later there was a knock on the door. She called for the person to enter and it was an older looking man, with a haggard face. Decon. “You rang Madam?” “I’m assuming you’re Decon, I have a question for you. I am dead but have been given a body. Do I still need to eat, drink and sleep or is it more of a “I want to eat so suddenly I’m hungry” sort of thing.” “You do need to and you don’t. Its all a matter of what the madam wants.” “Right, well I always like to eat, and I LOVE to sleep, so can I have something to eat, a backed potato, please?” Decon bowed out of the room. Forty-five minutes later, Ranna was wearing pajamas she’d found in the wardrobe room, and climbed into bed. Despite what Decon had told her, she felt tired. Maybe that was just her soul acclimatizing to a body again, along with the excitement of the day, one couldn’t blame her for wanting to sleep. Over the next few days Ranna simply explored. The first day she examined every nook and cranny of the castle. She found the kitchens, Lucifer’s rooms, as well as his office, in a very different part of the palace. She even had the gall to just walk right in there and start examining things. Lucifer was at his desk in the middle of the giant room, which was filled with advisors, most had documents and were just waiting for their turn with him. When she walked in without even a knock everyone stopped and stared at her. She ignored them and immediately went to the towering wall on the right to examine the built in book shelf that took up the whole wall. Here or there she’d take a book out and look at it more closely before replacing it, and moving on. Everyone in the room watched her, except for Lucifer who ignored her as much as she them. “She’s a temp soul, ignore her, she under protection anyway. No doubt she’ll be gone in a few days.” He said to all the men in the room. They did as they were told, for the most part, but many eyes were drawn to the blonde in the black bondage pants and deep purple corset who so thoroughly checked over the shelves of books. The back wall and left wall were just as the first, nothing but built in book shelves. Each wall had a ladder and looking up if she spotted one that took her interest she’d move the ladder, climb up look it over put it back, climb down and move on. This went on for half an hour or so, and when she was finally done with the shelves, she turned her attentions to the various small, but high tables scattered over the room. The tables each bore a different, strange objects. The last one she looked at was an orb within a cloud of dark mists. She saw different images of Hell flash across it, and figured if someone who knew how to use it, chose so, they could focus it on anything in Hell they wanted for probably as long as they wanted. Her assumption was found correct as one of Lucifer’s younger advisors approached her from behind. “That is the Wraith of Hell. Only the master can use it. It shows him whatever he wants to see in his realm.” She turned to him. A very good looking man, possibly only a few years older than herself, with dark brown hair, with a reddish tint to it, and green eyes. She smiled. “That’s what I thought. Its interesting, that’s for sure. Too bad I won’t be here long or I’d talk Satan over there into showing it in action to me.” “I don’t think you could if you tried your best.” “I’m pretty sure I could. Thank you for telling me what its called, but I’ve finished in this room, seeing as he doesn’t like me examining his subjects. Goodbye.” She smiled at him again and left. The only time Lucifer had looked at her since she entered the room was to watch her leave. On the second day, she took to observing the nine levels of Hell. With basically a free pass, she set out. She discovered that the place where she’d awoken was the first level. Limbo. The river was in fact The River Styx, which actually flowed through the afterlife of every religion. Around the time she started wandering the third level, and was just meeting the Christian form of Cerberus, Lucifer was putting to use the Wraith of Hell, and watching her. He grumbled low in his chest. “I will have her.” He said to the man standing beside him. Liam was one of Lucifer’s oldest advisors. He was so in with the big red guy that he knew everything that went on. The old man laughed. “She’s a mortal, protected by the Pagan gods. You can’t keep her.” “But just look at that body! I will have to be my slave. She will bed me every night I say!” “And just how are you going to do that?” Lucifer looked back into the orb, thinking the same thing. He stood there watching her silently, wanting her more for the provocative outfit she was wearing of a black mini skirt, and a black long sleeved fishnet shirt over a lacy red bra and thigh high boots. He didn’t know how long he watched her until a wicked grin spread across his face. “I want to bed her. I’m not going to force her though. I have my pride too! A body like that deserves to take in as much pleasure as it can. I know I could please her so much that she’ll have tears from it for days!” Lucifer’s eyes were growing greedy. “Alright My Lord, but that still doesn’t tell me how you’re going to get her to stay.” Liam was no fool. He knew Lucifer was planning something, he just didn’t know what. Lucifer answered as he stared into the orb at Ranna, hunger for her all over his wicked face. “I’m going to get her to bed me, tonight, of her own will. I’ll nail her so well, that come morning she’ll be begging to remain with me, knowing that no one would ever be able to please her like I have.” Lucifer said this, fully sure of himself. Liam sighed. “A bit egotistical, isn’t it, My Lord?” “Other women have done it.” Said the Dark Master. “Magical beings have begged me to take them and please them over and over again. She’s just a mortal, she won’t be able to resist!” “Alright, and what of that scorpion of hers?” Liam was just making sure he covered all of his bases. “That thing is pretty nasty. The god said it sensed what she was in danger and warned both her and him. Do you not think that when you get near her, with your plan in mind, it’ll strike? I wouldn’t put it past that life like thing to be able to sting your hand in defense of her, whether she realizes she’s in danger of not going home or not.” “I just won’t approach her with that part of my plan in mind. I’ll go to her, solely to try and bed her. I will have her tonight damn it! I’m going to her now.” With that Lucifer was gone. Liam just sighed. “He’ll never learn. The art of tact is to tell someone to go to Hell and make them look forward to the trip. Until he learns this, he’s going to wind up in a world of hurt.” The old prophet sighed. “Its no use. I shouldn’t tell him, because even if I did I can’t stop it. I’d better get prepared. Hell will soon have two rulers, at odds with one another.” The old man turned and left Lucifer’s office. Ranna was watching the three headed hound as his heads pulled a soul this way and that. The man screamed for mercy, begging. Saw her and begged her to help him, to save him. Then, when he was to the point of being ripped apart, the heads stopped moving and simply help him in that painful position, their teeth slowly piercing him, causing him to scream more. “Simply beautiful.” A voice behind her caused her to jump and she spun to see Lucifer himself standing there. She smiled and turned back to the dog, not realizing he was talking about her. “Yes, a marvelous beastie. I’d love to have him for my own. That beautiful black fur, scorching red eyes. He is beautiful.” She watched as the teeth finally made it through the man, and the dog tore him apart and swallowed him up whole. Just then in the cage of souls near him, he reappeared. Cerberus picked another soul and started the process over. Lucifer chuckled at her, “No, I wasn’t talking about him, little Ranna. I was referring to you.” Her eyes widened and she froze on the spot, watching the giant dog but not seeing him. Lucifer stepped up closer behind her, and bent to whisper in her ear. “I want you in my bed, little Ranna. Join me tonight.” Was he seriously coming on to her? He really was insane. Her initial shock at his words passing she spun and looked his dead in the eye. “I’m off limits, remember?” “Only to tortures.” He replied. “Well, you getting me worked up only to not release me is torture, isn’t it? And even if you did, it would still be torture for me because I’m pretty sure that when a man has that body of a goat from waist down, that includes his dick. And frankly small one’s don’t do it for me. So either way I lose out. Find some other floozy to bone.” With that she turned and walked away. Lucifer was so pissed he was ready to breathe fire. He turned and went back to his office. He would have her! The next day she explored the city on the other side of the castle from the nine levels. This was where Lucifer’s servants, subjects, and the like lived. It was hotter here, and despite the blue baby-tee she wore, her baggy black cargo pants were hot and sticking to her legs. She ran a hand through her hair as she passed an alleyway between two large buildings, when suddenly a hand shot out and pulled her into the dark. She gasped, more surprised that anything, when suddenly she was pinned up against the wall, the hard, well chiseled body of a man pressed up against her. Her right arm, the one she’d been pulled by was pinned by the wrist to the wall, the other was left free, as his free hand was holding her by the hip. Despite the darkness, she could see he was gorgeous , with short, jet black hair spiked every which way with gel, a light, scruffy beard, and beautiful gray eyes. His features were hard, but well formed, and his body was broad, hard, and lean. He was shirtless, how she knew just how well build he was, but he wore a pair of bondage pants, she could feel the chains against her legs. “Does this form please you better, little Ranna?” His voice was low, but she knew it. “Lucifer! What the hell?!” She started struggling, but he held her fast. “Come now, you have no excuse to turn me down tonight little girl. I’ve taken the form I use on Earth just for you. You can’t say no now. You have no excuse to. Two beautiful bodies such as ours belong together in the purest way man and woman were meant to be. Join me tonight, and I’ll make all your dreams reality.” His words were smooth from his serpent’s tongue. She huffed and raised her knee, hard. He released and she moved towards the opening of the alley. “I don’t like you. I’ve never liked, you. You don’t interest me in the least. Leave me alone. Stop trying to fuck me because its not going to happen!” She turned and left. Lucifer turned and hit the wall with both fists screaming in frustration. “I will have her! There is no doubt about that. Even if I have to do it by force!” The rest of the day Ranna kept an eye over her shoulder, and gave any dark opening a wide berth, but Lucifer didn’t bother her again and soon she was enjoying the demon city. It was well past dark when she finally returned to the castle. She went right to her chamber and flopping down to lay on the couch turned on the monster TV on. She’d been stoked the night before to find out she could get all the shows she watched when she was alive. Tonight she turned it to The Simpsons. She was about fifteen minutes in when the TV when black, turned off from some unknown source, and all her lights had gone out too. She stood up and went to her door to look out and see if the lights out there were on, but before she could open it, she was grabbed, and spun around, pinned against the door. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could see it was a man who held her. “If you won’t do this willingly, then I’ll have you by force!” Lucifer’s voice was harsh and low. Suddenly he was pressed up against her, kissing her. He wasn’t dumb enough to try and French her, she’d bit him, and he knew it. His head dipped to suck on her neck as she struggled to free herself from him. “Let me GO!” she screamed and went to life her knee again. But he’d been smarter this time, and stood in a way where her little trick wouldn’t work. He chuckled from her neck, and then she realized that he was still in that human form of his. Not that it was any consolation. Then quite suddenly she realized that she was in only her bra and panties, with no recollection of them actually being taken off. Magic, most likely. His hand still pinning her wrists up by her head, and the rest of his body against her, he lowered his head some more to kiss the top portion of her breasts, the rest being covered still. The skin there was soft and sweat, as they heaved under him, from anger he knew, but soon it would be from passion. He pulled her to him, and up, lifting her so she was forced to wrap her legs around him. He carried her over to the bed, one arm holding her, the other keeping her wrists close together. He merely laughed as she screamed her protests. “Resistance is helpless little Ranna. I will have you, if only for tonight, but I think once I’m finished you’ll beg me to take you again, under more pleasant circumstances.” “Never!” she spat at him as he threw her down to the bed. She tried to roll away from him, but he was already on top of her. Sitting on her, tying her wrists together, then tying them to the headboard, above her. It was magic that made her legs be stilled, but only because the bed was too big to tie her legs to the posts. He bent his head and kissed her again, this time his hands were free to move lower and cup her breasts. The black lace was too much and quite suddenly he had her naked beneath him. She screamed as soon as he broke the kiss, and moved lower on her, to take one of her breasts in is mouth. He sucked at it, and worked it hard, forcing it to attention then moved to the next one to do the same. “Let me go you bastard!” His answer to her was a light bite to her nipple that sent such a wave of pleasure through her she gasped hard despite herself. He laughed, and his hands finding her breasts again got up level with her to look her in the eyes. “You can’t help it. You’re too much of a juicy little piece to deny our body the please we both know it wants. I’m going to torment you little girl, until you can’t take it any more. Then I’m going to release you, and tomorrow, you’re going to beg for it again, that’s how much you’re going to enjoy this.” She lifted her head to snap at him furiously, but he pulled away. His own clothing had disappeared back when he was tying her down, and he now pressed his hardened member to her soft inner thigh. “Its ready and waiting for you Ranna. Now to make you read for it.” He moved lower, right between her legs, and worked her using his mouth. She struggled, screamed and squirmed. Refusing to allow herself to be over come by the pleasure. He worked her harder, knowing that her unwillingness was why it was taking so long. But then a sudden, sweet heat hit his face and he knew he had her. Her plump little nether lips started throbbing again him as he worked her over harder and harder. Now her screams and protests were interjected with an occasional moan or gasp, that she was clearly trying to stifle. Moments later Lucifer got the first taste to her juices. “God you’re a succulent bitch! I could eat you all night!” And he worked her harder. Lucifer had patience when it came to this sort of thing, unlike everything else. His pride and his ego were extreme and like most men, both inflate when they know why’ve pleasured a woman like never before. He took his time with her, as tears flooded her eyes and fell, while she screamed at him, and squirmed from him. “Let me gooo..oh oh oh oh god yes!” But then she’d catch herself, and as soon as she regained her control somewhat she yell more. “Leave me alone and go fu…uh ah AH…AHHHHHH!” Once again she had to check herself, then simply spat out, “Damn you!” at him. But eventually he grew tired of listening to her, and chuckling, mounted her, lowering his head to suck on a breast while he took her. He hit her deep and hard, bringing forth screams and moans mixed of anger and pleasure. Then, to heighten his own pleasure, he came seconds after she did. He lay on her a moment before getting up and out of the bed. He had his clothes back on all of the sudden and she was released. He left without a word and arrogant smirk on his face. Ranna screamed in anger, hate and loathing. The entire time the mark on her back had been trying to get at him, to sting her captor, but since she was in no actual harm, it did not alert her God to what was going on. She roared in frustration, went to the vanity to put the robe on that was over the chair there, and after tying it, rang the bell for Lauren. Moments later there was a knock and a young girl entered. “I want the bed clothes all changed by the time I’m out of the shower.” Ranna said then went into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!
The Goddess Alexia	Apr 25 2008, 09:42 AM Post #5
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	Here is the next part of the story ENJOY! ~~~~~~~~~ The next morning she rose early and still feeling dirty and wretched, she took another shower. She would not let him know just how much he got to her. She wouldn’t give him that privilege until the best possible moment. She crossed from the bathroom to the wardrobe room in nothing but a towel. Entering, she went through the massive room with ladders the reached to the ceiling, so as to reach the shelves and rods with hanging clothes that were just as high up. She selected a red long sleeved baby-tee that left her shoulders and collar bone bare, the sleeves flaring at the end, but long enough to cover most of her hands. She debated on whether she wanted to put a fishnet top over it and decided instead on a black bra, so the straps could be seen, obviously. She chose a pair of baggy bondage pants with red and black straps. They were made to sit low on her waist, and so a great deal of her abdomen was visible. A pair of black vans on her feet and she went back to the bathroom to dry her hair and brush her teeth. Finished with the latter she was half way through the process of the former when she just got so pissed off she turned and screamed, launching the hair dryer she was using out the open bathroom door, and across the bedroom where it smashed into the door. She spun back around, pressing hard on the counter with the flat of her palms and she leaned towards the large mirror, hatred and malice mixing on her face. “What can I do to really make him suffer?” She would get him back for his total violation of her, even if it meant, as Liam had put it, her own happiness. Meanwhile, Lucifer, still in his human form, was pacing his office. She hadn’t reacted how he thought she would. Now he was up shit creek, and more than likely without a paddle. He’d been told he was off limits and by every phrase of the word, rape was a form of torture. Now he was fucked. But she was so tantalizing! Even with her protesting as much as she had, she’d been a marvelous fuck, like none he’d ever had before. Just thinking of it made him desire her again. Made him want to try her when she was willing. Here had to be someway to keep her in Hell for him to have whenever he wanted. Surely after so long of protesting his advances, she’d eventually give in knowing it was hopeless to fight him. Perhaps she’d just realize she should give over to the pleasures of the body. Still, first he had to figure out how to keep her. After that, he’d worry about the rest. Just then he realized something else. Ranna was no shy virgin. There’d been no blood, she reacted to him like a girl who knew what she was doing. No virgin would have been able to control herself like Ranna had. Just then the scent of pine and wild flowers filled the air and the great God and Goddess appeared just inside the door to Satan’s office. They let their forms settle on same ones they’d taken last time then moved forward to Lucifer. “Where is Ranna?” the God asked. “Probably in her damn room still. You know women, she’s either still asleep or getting ready.” Satan replied. Or she can’t walk after last night, he thought to himself. Just then the door opened and once again Ranna entered without knocking. Lucifer huffed. “You know its rude not to knock.” “You’re one to talk about the rudeness for lack of knocking!” She snapped violently at him. The God and Goddess looked at each other wide eyes. Clearly something had happened between these two that they were unaware of. But before they could address it, Ranna spoke to them. “So am I to go back with you now?” The Goddess smiled and kneeling so she was level with Ranna. “Yes my love, you get to come home now. And, you will be given certain rewards. Some for your work in life, some for compensation for having to stay here.” Ranna was interested. “Well, what are they?” She asked. The God took Lucifer’s own seat behind the desk and smiled leaning back, putting his feet on the desk. “As reward for your devotion and service in life,” he said. “ And based on just what exactly you are as essence. It was decided that you shall become the new essence of Samhain, and guard the gates during the part of the year I am unable to upon your death. Samhain, you’re not to take to life again, you’re too important.” “Wait, hold up Oz! I’m Samhain? Like as of right now? Or I was before?” She was a little confused. “You’re a restless essence, my dear. You enjoy incarnating yourself once in a while, and because of who and what you are, during you life you always wind up connecting with me through the personal levels of death, and all associated with it. After this though you’re not to do it again.” She made a face, but liked the idea. “Alright, so what about compensation for being here?” This time the Goddess got to give Ranna the news. “You, little one, can have anything you want. Anything at all.” Ranna looked around for a moment thinking. “Anything at all. ANYTHING I want at all? No questions asked?” “Well, if its such a big request, then we will have to discuss it with the other gods, but there is no reason they won’t agree seeing as they agreed to the gift in the first place.” Ranna thought a little more, her mind moving fast, turning over all the options, all the pros and cons of what she was thinking. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitated for a moment, then caught sight of Lucifer and hatred filled her up and over again and she turned to her gods and looking at them with no shame, spoke coldly. “In addition to my duties as Samhain, I want to be able to travel the afterlife’s, and go to Earth to see my own loved ones. As such I also want power. I want power that is feared above so much else, people quiver with fright at the idea of it. I want to be Satan!” The Goddess smiled knowingly, and the jaws of both men in the room hit the floor. Lucifer couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t going to tell them what he’d done, she was just going to dethrone him! That bitch! The god on the other hand, was just surprised in general. It was the Goddess who answered first. “I told him you would want power of some sort. You’re a Scorpio, and his scorpion doesn’t help those tendencies. I sense malice behind your request too though. You and Lucifer went at odds while we’ve been gone, clearly, for you to want to risk everything simply to dethrone him.” “Yeah!” Satan chipped in. “What’s with that, dethroning me? Why don’t you just tell them what happened?” She stuck her tongue out at him. “I will after I have an answer to my request. And I’m not dethroning you! You still get to be Lucifer, The Devil, master of darkness and evil.” She turned back to her gods. “But I want the title of Satan and all of the same powers HE has at this very moment! I want to be co-ruler of Hell. Any decision made about the state of the realm, or anything important, etcetera, has to go through not only him, but ME as well. I want as much power around here as he has, its simple as that!” Lucifer damn near died. When she sought revenge, she really sought revenge, didn’t she? He wasn’t one to share, she knew it. She was slowly taking away all that was his. She was down right evil. He liked it, and it only made him desire her body more. The Goddess frowned slightly, thinking, then turned to the God. “What do you think?” “I don’t see why it cannot be. But this is one of those thing we must discuss with the other gods. Basically, Ranna, if you’re granted this, you’ll be a double demigod. The power of two religions, is a big thing. Do you think you could handle it?” “I know I can, but that’s not what’s important. All that you need to worry about at the moment is whether or not I get what I asked for. And after that I have one more request. But this one first.” “Alright. We’ll go and meet with the others now and be back shortly.” He answered. Then as suddenly as they’d shown up they were gone, their scents lingering behind them again. Satan rounded on her. “You fucking cunt!” “Oh shut the fuck up. You deserve this. And just wait till you see what else I’ve got planned for you, Lucifer.” “God will never allow it.” “You’d be surprised. You didn’t know him well enough to not wind up here, did you now? As a matter of fact, I have the feeling he’ll be one of the first ones to approve of it.” “You don’t stand a chance in Hell.” She laughed. “Well considering where we are, if I don’t get what I want, I still have an Ace up my sleeve. No matter what you wind up shit out of luck. Because this is just the icing on the cake. If I get this you suffer twice as much as you would if I only get the other request.” “Why didn’t you tell them?” “Because I wanted them to focus on one thing at a time. If I told them before it’s the right time, you’d die, not suffer. You, of all people, should know the difference there.” “You’re a calculating bitch. What would you say if I told you that I’d been planning to find a way to keep you here with me, so I could have you whenever I want, and so I wouldn’t mind you being granted that request.” “I’d say that’s exactly what the Ace up my sleeve is for.” “Which is?” “Oh, yeah like I’d tell you!” “You have a body now. I bet I could get you to squirm under me like last night, until you told me just so I’d release you.” “Hardly! I’m not going to deny that had I been willing, last night would have probably been amazing, but then I’ve also been celibate for over a year so any sex really would seem that way, wouldn’t you think?” “Ouch. That was cold. Even in Hell, the ice on that was clearly felt.” “Believe me. it’s the least you deserve! If you weren’t such a fucking prick, you wouldn’t be anally fucked right now! Instead you’re going to be stuck with me. For ETERNITY! And I’m going to make sure that it’s a living hell for you. You deal out the torture and pain so much, I think its about time you took some yourself!” She’d barely finished speaking when her gods returned. The God spoke first. “The decision has been made. Ranna, from this moment on, you are, along with your other station, Satan, co ruler of Hell, with all the same powers as Lucifer. The Christian God felt that everything should have a counterpart, and that Lucifer could use one. So in addition to being Satan, you are now all that lust comes from, arises in, and is. You are Lust equivalent to Lucifer being Pride.” The Goddess bent and kissed Ranna gently, infusing all this power into her. Then she rose again and smiled. “Now loved one, you said you had another request?” Despite her pure devotion to the God, Ranna loved her Goddes just as much. She looked down at the floor, and acted like she’d only been using a façade until now and was now really upset. “Its not enough. I need something more.” She allowed her voice to crack slightly. By this time the God had resumed his place behind the desk, and looked at her confused. “How could you want more? I’d say your request is great compensation for being stuck here. Along with everything else too, you want more. That’s a bit ungrateful, Ranna!” This time she really was crying, tears of anger, pain, hate. She shot her head up, hatred and anger all over her face, and she slammed both fists onto the desk. She couldn’t hold it in now. She yelled at him with wreak less abandon. “YOU’RE ONE TO TALK ABOUT UNGRATEFULLNESS YOU BASTARD! AFTER ALL I’VE DONE FOR YOU! AFTER ALL I SACRIFICED FOR YOU IN LIFE! YOU GO AND LOSE ME WHEN I DIE! IF YOU HAD BEEN DOING YOUR JOB! IF YOU HADN’T LOST ME! IF YOU HAD JUST TAKEN BE BACK WITH YOU LAST TIME, THEN THAT BASTARD WOULDN’T HAVE FUCKING VIOLATED ME LAST NIGHT! YES, HE RAPED ME LAST NIGHT AND ITS YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” “HE DID WHAT!?” He was on his feet, and he was pissed. “LUCIFER!” He roared. He rounded on the ruler of Hell, and Ranna looked on, beside the Goddess who was trying to comfort Ranna while watching the other two. Lucifer, tall as he was, was severely dwarfed by the furious god, and was quite literally cowering. So he can feel fear, Ranna realized. This gave her a different idea. Fear meant he had a heart, a heart meant many other emotions and feeling. She turned and started whispering quickly in the Goddess’s ear. Now the God’s voice was low and dangerous. “I told you that she was off limits. Rape is a serious form of torture in any religion. What could have possibly possessed you to do something so stupid as to risk HER just because you wanted a new fuck!” “Well, just look at her! Powerful as I am, I AM pride. I wanted to nail her! And since when have you known a Samhain to not be a bombshell like that!?” “Does it stroke your ego to know you raped a woman? How much pride is that? To know you had to force a woman in order to bed her! If that seriously stroked your ego that much, you’re sicker than I thought!” He raised his arm to strike Lucifer, but a gentle hand on his arm stopped him. Turning he saw the Goddess smiling kindly at him, her eyes the only thing that gave way to the seriousness of the situation. “My dear. Ranna has been the one violated here. She deserves to come up with his punishment, seeing as she doesn’t feel that taking half of his being is enough. I agree on that note. And I think that her want for revenge has struck a perfect note with how to make him really suffer for what he’s done.” “And what is that? Because I want him dead.” “Ranna has suggested that to coincide with her being Lust, none shall be able to bed her, unless she invites them to. Anyone who tries to force her, will be mortally wounded the moment they lay a hand on her with such ill intent. Along with that, a spell will be cast over Lucifer. Seeing as Karma says you shouldn’t cast spells to make others do things they normally wouldn’t or don’t want to, this is most certainly a time where such a spell can be used as Karma against a terrible deed.” “Okay? So what sort of spell is it?” “Isn’t it obvious? She’s untouchable now, seeing as I’ve already added that to her being. But she’ll also be staying in Hell most of the time. A great deal of that will be spent with Lucifer. Make him want what he cannot have. Lucifer, from this day forward, only one woman will be the object of your affection, desires, and most importantly, your love. From here on out, Lucifer, you are forever bound to be truly, madly, and deeply in love with Ranna!” Her hand passed over him, and Ranna could smell the wild flowers scent even stronger than ever before. The God smiled from his mate to Ranna. “And they say women are the inferior sex! I say they are the ones who should rule all. So wise you both are.” he turned back to Lucifer. “You are to teach her to use the powers of Hell. If she has not made great progress with them in a month’s time, you will be at my mercy and then no one will stop me.” He knelt to face Ranna on the level. “Little one, you are right, it is all my fault that this grievous crime has befallen you. Is there anything more I can do for you?” She thought for a moment. “I want a scent. You three have one. I would like one.” “Just name it.” She thought it over carefully again before answering. “I would like Dragons Blood. It suits both parts of me. Both that of Samhain and Satan.” He smiled broadly. “A perfect scent indeed.” He opened his mouth wide and breathed on her. The next thing she knew, she could smell dragon’s blood faintly. She smiled. “Anything else?” “You said Lucifer had to train me for the Satan powers. What about the Samhain ones?” “Those you already know. You have always been Samhain, and need no training in that. They come as naturally to you as blinking or breathing.” “And that massive wardrobe you sent me?” “All yours keep it. Anything else?” She thought for a moment, afraid of the answer she’d get. “Was it possible for him to knock me up?” The Goddess knelt beside the God, and hugged her. “Not a chance little dear. You were still dead then. But now you are a demigod, its possible to carry a child, though only should you decide you want to. So unless you want one, you’ll not bare children.” Ranna smiled and sighed, fully relieved. “But,” the Goddess added, “You will get your blood flow once a month still. No goddess, full deity or demi is permitted that escape unless a crone. Understood?” Ranna nodded. She didn’t care if she got her period or not, in comparison to everything else she’d been granted. It was like instead of dying and being raped, she was just promoted from mortal to demigod. Ranna smiled. “Thank you, My Lord, and Lady.” “Ranna, you feel malice for him now. Its not unknown that you know you’ve possibly made a horrible mistake by risking guaranteed happiness simply to seek revenge on a terrible crime done to you. For that you are all the more brave, and should you start to regret your decision, just think of how much Lucifer is suffering, because that alone will make you happy. Goodbye Ranna, remember we love you, and will check on you soon and often.” The God kissed her forehead, and the Goddess her cheeks, then they were gone. She looked around her, Lucifer was standing where she’s last seen him, she was unable to read the look on his face, but she didn’t care. She merely smiled at him cruelly. “So much for me just being a temp soul, huh? You can start teaching me to use my powers tomorrow.” She turned and started to leave. When suddenly a hand on her shoulder stopped her and spun her back around. “How did you know?” He asked her. “Know what?” She was confused now. “That I had a heart, and the potential to love.” He was pissed, that was evident. “Because you’re a terrible card player. You were once an angel which means you had a heart once. Despite it being black, the heart always gets to feel emotions. Its just a matter of when they’re let out. It was the fact that I saw fear in you when I told the God what you had done. You, the master of evil? If you have something to fear, there had to have been a heart in there somewhere.” This time she did leave, the door closing behind her. Lucifer went to his desk and leaned on his, rubbing his face in his hands. “Great God, what the fuck have I done?” Liam was outside in the hall when she left the office, along with several others, all instinctively knowing that there was a new Satan. He swept her a deep bow. “My Lady. Let me be the first to welcome you to our hallowed halls. There has not been a Dark Mistress of this realm since time before memory. I would know. I’m the last one from that time. I have seen much trespass these halls, and hope to see much more. Mistress Ranna, you are most welcome.” He bowed again taking her hand and kissing it as the others behind him cheered at his speech. She smiled very suddenly aware of her new position in life. “Thank you. I’m sure that once I’ve learned all the basics I’ll live up to the high expectations you all seem to have of me.” “You blackmailed the Dark Master! You wormed your way into a position of high power solely to torture him in return for what had befallen you at his had. You are most malicious, Mistress Ranna. You are worthy of your title!” It was a random voice from the crowd now surrounding her. This was followed by cheers of “Here here!” So, she thought, they respect me for the malice and revenge I have towards Lucifer, do they? I suppose they can respect and admire anyone who comes up with such a brilliant scheme of torture. But then she remembered Liam’s words from the night before. “Master Liam. Would you be so kind as to join me? I would that you answer all the questions I’ve got buzzing around in my head.” He swept her another bow in answer and together they turned and walked down the hall, leaving the others behind to stare at their new mistress. Ranna didn’t speak to him until they rounded a corner and were out of earshot of the others. She liked this Liam, and felt he would help her a great deal during her time in Hell. “Tell me, Liam. You’re a prophet, are you not?” “Yes, how did you know?” He was a little surprised, even Lucifer had to actually be told this. How did she know it off hand. “You were speaking in damn riddles last night, muttering to yourself about me breaking through to him and whatnot. You were acting like you knew something. Tell me, you knew what I was going to do, didn’t you?” “Yes. I was.” “How long did you know.” Here Liam was silent. He was ancient. The oldest of them all, and he had to think a little harder that most to remember days recently past. “Three days ago. I saw it all just as you left the office after your exploration.” “Why didn’t you tell him?” “He’s too headstrong. Literally. When it comes to a beautiful woman he thinks only with his dick and nothing else. He wouldn’t have listened to me even if I had.” “And so you came to me instead, in hopes that I wouldn’t seek revenge on such a scale, is that it? And possibly try to talk me out of it?” “Yes, but when I realized that you didn’t actually know what you would do to him, I decided not to give you any ideas.” “Okay, so all those people back there. How do they know already. And what exactly do they know?” “Instinct told them that Hell now had two masters. And why. As for what they know, They know he raped you, everyone under the red sky knows that though, he damn near told the whole world. And if he hadn’t that gossip Lauren probably has! They know, again by instinct, that you gained your position as a means of torturing him for what he’s done. The only one besides those of you in the office that knows he’s forcibly in love with you is me. I recommend that particular secret be kept.” “I was thinking the same thing actually.” “Good. And we both know that one thing My Lord, will not broadcast. But I am going to tell you know, Mistress, that in the future, Lucifer will come to override that powerful love spell, and fall in love with you for real. You’ll know when its changed. He’ll no longer seem angry that he’s in love with you. He might still me mad he can’t have you, but the forced love will not be an issue with him.” “You have seen this too then?” “Aye, I have. And I have never been wrong. It will not be for many centuries, and even over that amount of time the two of you will grow…um…fond…of each other, I would say.” They reached her room and she turned to him. “Thank you Liam. I would that you be my friend, and continue to help me as you already have. You are one I’d rather a friend be, than an enemy.” The old man smiled, grateful for her offer of friendship. “Of course, as I serve the ruler of Hell, I am your servant as much as Lucifer’s.” She thanked him again, and entered her room, while he left down the hallway to his own study. The next day, after a large fight that ended with Ranna winning when she lost control of her untrained powers and blew up the west wing of the castle, they agreed that Liam would set out a lesson plan for her that Lucifer would teach mostly, with gentle guidance from others. First would be learning basic control of powers, starting with the most complex powers seeing as they were the ones that were more likely to get out of hand. This was followed by a two hour combat course. This lesson was to be given by Dante though Lucifer was, under Liam’s order, take over this twice a week to give poor Dante a break. Following this they would have lunch. Then it was time for her to learn the government portion of Hell during the afternoons. During this time Lucifer was to go over maps of all the levels, the cities, for there were several palaces, all in different parts of the realm, each with its own city. She learned the layout of the different palaces. She found out how all the souls were accommodated. Each palace had its own set of nine levels. Each with all the same things, each level three had its own Cerberus, each level nine its own ice throne, each Limbo had Styx flowing though it. While Ranna learned the mapping system of their now joint kingdom, they would also see the advisors. They would teach Ranna something or other about their particular area of expertise, each trying to impress her more than all the others. Then when dinner rolled around, at Liam’s encouraging, the two ate together. And this was the topic of discussion between the three, a week later. “But Liam.” Ranna protested, “You only said we had to eat together. You never said how close. So, with me at one head of the table and Lucifer at the other, and all the special people of the court and advisory in between us on both sides, we eat together. Along with everyone else at the table.” “You two are so stubborn. You are co-rulers now. I have to learn to get along closely with one another!” The next words out of Lucifer and Ranna were said simultaneously. “After what he did to me? Forget it!” “After what she did to me? Forget it!” They glared at each other. “Get out of my head wench!” “No thanks, its pretty roomy, I think I’ll move in.” “That’s enough you two!” “No, its not. So tell me Lucifer. You haven’t been the big red guy since I got here. What’s up with that? And don’t forget I know when you’re lying. So spit the truth out buddy!” “Actually.” Liam spoke up. “She makes a good point Master. You never took your human form so long while here. Why change now?” Lucifer grumbled something he was clearly not very happy to say. So after several minutes of Ranna egging him on in her cruel way, knowing, already, what he was going to say he finally spat it out. “Because I know that bitch I’m forced to love and quite literally spend the rest of eternity with likes it better than the other form! There I said it! Happy now?” She preened at her victory. “Yes, yes I am.” "I hate you." he said glaring at her, then Lucifer grumbled, “Shit, I’m in love with a woman who I’m not getting any from and yet am forced to be with the rest of my damn life! I might as well be married!” “Married with benefits. I can cheat on you and you can cheat on me, DEAR!” she said venomously. “Oh shut it you hussie!” “MAN WHORE!” “ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU!” They both stopped, shocked and turned to look at Liam wide eyed. Neither of them, not even Lucifer who’d known him for so long, had ever thought he’d see this old man lose his temper. It was Ranna who spoke first. “Why Liam. I didn’t think you had it in you to lose your calm like that.” “No more jokes Mistress. You two agreed that I, being an unbiased party, loyal to and friend of both, set up the rules as to how you should work together. You’re stuck with one another now, like it or not. Lucifer, whether you admit it or not, you love Ranna now, despite the fact that its forced upon you. You’re going to have to deal with that. That’s your punishment for the sin you have caste on her. Let the victim throw the first stone, remember? She picked your punishment, and a worthy one it was. Ranna, you are not out of the blame here either. You’re the one who decided to remain here, despite your hatred for him. You chose to basically remain by his side for eternity, solely to torture him. He must have really pissed you off to make you put yourself in a situation where you’re so unhappy.” “Who said I was unhappy? I sure didn’t. I enjoy fighting with him. I like pissing him off, knowing the things about him that just we three know. I’m relishing in his misery, as I well deserve.” “But you also said you wanted to be co-ruler of Hell. That’s what the two of you are. Because of Ranna’s specific words the two of you can’t even go to war for supreme rule. You are bound together, forever, to rule together, as one. So I think it would be in everyone’s best interest if you two started getting along!” “We get along fine.” Lucifer answered him. “During her lessons, we don’t fight or argue. When she’s at combat its our time apart, which is good when you’re together as much as you’ve made us be. We’re separated at lunch too, both of us, usually still needing our space, and in the afternoons we’re pouring over the same maps and documents as one another, and you’re there for all of it. That’s when we get along. When we have to. When I have to teach her and she has to learn. Why the hell do we have to sit together at dinner too? Isn’t it bad enough that I have to be so close to her all day without touching her? I get to smell her but not taste her, lips or skin. I get an occasional smile, but its not a real smile. At least not the kind I want. Do you really want to make me suffer that much more through dinner too?” “As much as I enjoy the idea of making him suffer even a little bit more, I need my space too. We sit across from each other and have to stare at one another all evening. Isn’t that enough?” “Greats Gods almighty! Finally SOMETHING they can agree on! And no, Mistress, its not enough when the two of you are making faces, obscene gestures, and even fighting all the way across the table. Honestly you two are like children!” Liam sighed. “Like I said before, Ranna. You’re both still so young. Both so hard headed. One of you will come around eventually. I just don’t know who yet.” “Me probably, seeing as he doesn’t listen to anyone about anything!” “You’re probably right My Lady, but still, when is another matter entirely. Alright, you win, as long as you’re dining at the same table, in the same room, I don’t care where you sit to eat.” Several weeks later, while they were having their afternoon lesson about governing the realm, Ranna was pouring over a particularly colorful map of Level Five, when the young advisor from her first day, had handed a particularly long document to Lucifer. He turned his attention to Ranna. “Mistress. You look beautiful as ever today.” “Stop sucking up Damien.” She didn’t even look up from the map when she spoke. “Lukie, I can’t find that chamber you were talking about, where is it?” Lucifer sighed and set down the document. “I told you to stop calling me that!” “Not until you stop calling me little Ranna and Little girl and Little miss.” “Never! You deserve those names, you’re smaller than I am, and younger.” “So what? I don’t like it so I’m calling you something you don’t like till you stop.” “Then we’re at a stand still. There’s the chamber.” He pointed to it then turned back to the document. He smirked, he never actually said he didn’t like it, in fact a pet name like that, from her was rather enjoyable. He just didn’t like her calling him that in front of others. If she assumed he didn’t like it at all, it wasn’t his fault. She traced the outside of the chamber he’d pointed out with her finger, as Damien knelt beside her chair and got close to her face. “Mistress, I wish you’d grant me the privilege of a pet name. I’d do anything for your favor.” This time she eyed him. “For my favor or my favors? There is a difference. You don’t want my affection, you want my attention. You’re getting me into bed, so forget it. Lukie was the last one who didn’t drop it and look at what happened to him. Now the results have the potential of being even worse. Do you really want to have to go around with those good looks of yours marred?” Before he could reply two others were at her side, all complementing her, hitting on her, trying to get her attention for themselves. She flirted back occasionally, but for the most part kept rebuffing them. Then quite suddenly Lucifer stood, roaring in anger, slamming his fists and the document down on the desk. “For Christs sakes men, I’m getting sick of this. She is your Mistress. If she tells you no, leave her the fuck alone and get on with your business here. I’m getting sick and tired of listening to you simpering fools whimper at her side, begging for her attention! From now on, anyone who hits on Ranna in my presence get thrown to the Ninth Level without a second thought! Now back to work, the lot of you!” He sat down and Ranna just stared at him. They both knew he’d done it because of the love spell. Just like any in love man would have reacted if the woman he wanted was being fawned over like that. Still, though knowing he wasn’t happy about the spell, she was flattered he’d done what he did anyway. He looked over at her and she smiled at him before turning back to her map. “What?” “Nothing.” She said not looking up. He shrugged it off as her trying to annoy him, and finished reading the document. A few moments later he called her attention. “Ranna, okay see here. The piece of documentation Damien gave me is all about a plan to raid another realm similar to ours. They’re from a different universe you see, and have been going at use for centuries. It seems they think that we stole their idea of an evil afterlife, which isn’t he case because universal records show that we’re in fact older than they are. If you look here…” Lucifer went on to explain the document and what it meant, and would do and all that other jazz. Ranna, still seated in the chair next to him leaned in closer to examine it better, and a wave of jealousy spread over everyone in the room, all wishing they could be in their master’s place at that very moment. Both Lucifer and Ranna felt it, and relished in the negativity. As months passed Ranna became more accustomed to her powers and the way things worked in Hell. She was visited once a month by either her God or her Goddess, sometimes both. During the parts of the year when there was no Lord of he Dead, Ranna would travel to the Pagan afterlife, and spend a few hours at the gates each day, making sure all was in check with the ones who physically guarded it, and took the complaints of unhappy souls, to be delivered to the Lord upon his return in the fall. Her hours here took away from her morning hours she spent at lessons, so since she knew all her maps, and had a good idea of the government of Hell, the time with the advisors was shortened drastically, and in replacement of that lost time where her magic lessons and her combat lessons, which, after very swift advancement on Ranna’s part, were docked to just an hour a day, still after magic. Soon a year had passed, followed by another. And then a century, and keep in mind I’m skipping so much time because I’m a very lazy narrator, and most of the details in between don’t need full explanation. After the second year, Ranna had become so comfortable with her new life and only required very little training, that she’d taken to finding new and better ways to get to Lucifer. For example, one day, while in with their advisors, and Ranna in a particularly short purple and black school girl plaid skirt, decided that Lucifer’s lap was a MUCH better seat then the dumb ol’ chair she usually sat in. She plopped down on his lap, crossed one leg over the other and bent forward to read the papers in front of her, ignoring him the whole time as if he were nothing but what she was using him as, a chair. This became a regular thing for her to do. So much so that it eventually got to the point where, if Lucifer was there before her, he sigh, when she entered, and slid out form behind the desk so she could sit, before going back to what he was doing. They both knew it was hopeless for him to fight her. Equally powerful though they both were, he was her slave through love and lust, and though one would think his pride would be wounded by this, it wasn’t As a matter of fact it was inflated with the fact that she chose him to perch upon instead on anyone else. Despite this, and other things she did to torture him, his feelings for her grew. He’d started looking forward to seeing her during the days now, and enjoyed her company, instead of dreading it. It wasn’t until the end of their first century together that he really realized what was going on, and it pissed him off, though he didn’t know why. Ranna, on the other hand, had developed a fondness for Lucifer, but nothing more. He was like the best friend everyone made really bad fun of but took it so well, and actually enjoyed it sometimes. She knew what she did to him and she loved doing it. He wanted her near him now instead of farther away. He lusted for her, like all the others did. Hell he even loved her, but he couldn’t touch her, because she wouldn’t invite him to her bed. That’s not to say she hadn’t slept with anyone. A favorite bedtime plaything of hers was Dante. And if she couldn’t have him there were numerous others she could pick from were she in the mood. But she was selective. She wouldn’t sleep with just anyone. It had to be someone who interested her. Who would be willing to have another round with her should she offer him a second night in her bed, and yet still be a good friend to her otherwise. She’d found only twelve who were worth it. She’d bedded more than that, but these twelve were her selected favorites. Lucifer had an idea of only who a few of these men were but he hated every one of them and it wasn’t because they got to fuck her when she wanted it. It was because these men actually meant more to her than he did. It was towards the end of their first century together, the anniversary of Ranna becoming Satan was a month away. Lucifer was in the study pacing. Ranna was gone to the Gate for the time, and he was lost in his own jealous thought. “How the hell did this happen? After the way gave her over to pleasure, she cares about them more? Okay, granted I fucking raped her, but still! As Lust, wouldn’t that not matter to her anymore? I guess it does, after all she still does thing to me on purpose. She must still hate me. I can respect that. Anyone who can hold a grudge this long has to have some killer stami…” He stopped mid sentence and looked up, his eyes wide with realization. “Oh my god I love her! LIAM!” He went to the door and called for Liam again. He called three more times before the old man finally rounded a corner and walked up to him. “I heard you the first time, what is it?” He passed Lucifer and entered the office. Lucifer closed the door behind him and in a slight panic walked over to Liam. “Liam, I’ve fallen for her.” “What are you talking about?” “Ranna! I’ve fallen in love with her!” “Of course you are. You’re under a spell, remember?” “NO! Damn it man, I mean I’m REALLY in love with her. When I was spelled to, it was different, I was in love with her but I hated the feeling. I don’t anymore!” Liam’s eyes widened. “It has come to pass,” he whispered. Lucifer looked confused. “What are you talking about? Did you foresee this?” “Many years ago, a few days before Ranna’s rise to power. Just after she arrived as a matter of fact. I saw you overriding the spell and loving her of your own will, not by force.” Lucifer damn near flipped out. This was an entirely new thing to him. “WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO!?” “Calm down for one. How long do you think its been this way?” Lucifer thought back for a few moments before his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Seventy-five years at least!” “And you’re JUST noticing this now? You could have saved yourself a lot of grief if you didn’t lend to the typical male stereo-type of men never noticing anything!” “Gee thanks. What am I going to do.” “You know that she knows right?” “I didn’t tell her.” “No, but when I Saw the change in you, I Saw her, instinctively knowing, her being the other party connected to the spell. She might now realize she knows, but she knows. At least it won’t come as a surprise to her.” Lucifer chewed on this for a few minutes before speaking again. “You know, Ranna really likes to drink. She likes to hang all over me too. She’s way less mean that way. I should keep her…no that won’t do. But why does she do that with me and no one else, hm?” Before Liam could Answer Lucifer answered for him. “Because she feels safe with me. I wonder if I could talk her into letting me show her how I really feel if she’s drunk?” “Only if you have a death wish in the morning, My Lord.” “You’ve seen this?” “No, I know from experience. The last time you did something like this you wound up forcibly bound to her and sharing your realm. She’s more powerful now, imagine what she’d do to you come morning.” “True, but this time I have time to plan it out. I don’t know if I’m even going to. But I have a month or so to figure it all out. Don’t tell her about any of this conversation, alright?” Liam sighed. “Alright.” During the next month Ranna had been particularly sweet to Lucifer, but not even she knew why. At some point during the month that followed the conversation between Lucifer and Liam, the great hall was filled with demons and city citizens having a grand time, in celebration of their mistress’s century long reign. The festivities had started in the early afternoon and it was now around nine or ten p.m. Both Ranna and Lucifer were deep into their booze, and plastered as hell. Lucifer sat on his throne, leaning to the side, elbow on the arm and chin resting on his fist, watching Ranna. She was wearing a black baby-tee with a low neck line, and a single scissor snip ring in the middle of that, made by Ranna herself, to show off just that much more cleavage. She was wearing medium gray, baggy cargo pants that sat low on her hips, revealing just the slightest hint of the lines that would end at the very thing most men in the room, and many of the women too, all wanted to get at that night. She had black vans on her feet, and no jewelry. Her long blonde hair was straight down her back, just barely brushing her hips as she swirled her way across the room. Soon she saw Lucifer all alone, in his chair and slipped over to him. “Lukie.” She said, he’d stopped asking her to not call him that ages ago. “Why so sad? This is a good day. A century with me! Come dance with me!” He shook his head without moving it from his hand. “No thank you, Little Girl. You go have fun. I’m good just sitting here, watching you.” He no longer hid his affections for her. He hadn't for about the last fifty years. They both knew anyway, so there was no point in even trying. “Just like always. Its time for something NEW! Come dance with me. Please?” She grabbed his free hand and tugged gently. “Please?” She gave him the ‘big blue eyes’ and he had to force himself to look away in order to tell her no. “Ranna, I said no.” She sighed and walked back to the big crowd of people. As far as she was concerned he went through all this trouble of throwing her this great party, and one he wasn’t enjoying it, and two, he clearly didn’t know that she just wanted to be with him and Liam that night. And Liam couldn’t be there because there were problems across the realm at one of the other groupings of levels and he was sent to take care of it. She sighed and tried to enjoy herself, but couldn’t. She went back through the crowd, most of the really plastered or high people were by the walls fucking or having orgies, and what not. She went back over to Lucifer, who was still watching her closely. He could tell that after she’d left him the first time she wasn’t as happy as before. She climbed into his lap, sitting crossways, and wrapping her arms around his neck, rested her head on him watching everything going on in the hall. He sat up straighter and wrapped both of his arms around her. This was what he’d meant by her hanging all over him. He knew she just wanted to be held by someone who wouldn’t try to get down her pants. He also knew that she knew this was one of her more tender forms of torture for him. She sighed and they were both silent for a time before she finally spoke. “Whats wrong?” “Nothing.” “Liar.” “So? I’m not telling you, because its hopeless.” She hadn’t heard what he’d said. She was suddenly lost in her own thoughts. Watching all the people out in the room dancing or fucking, drinking and getting high and all that. They were having an all around blast. She’s been having some great fun before he brought her down. For some reason her eyes chose to focus on one particular couple going at it in the near by corner of the room. They were having some real wild fun. Gotta love Hellions, she thought, no morals. They don’t care who sees, they’re in it purely for the fun. They were both silent, as Ranna continued to contemplate the couple in the corner. She didn’t know how long she was watching them for, but she knew she was getting hot and bothered in a nasty way that meant one thing. Then, she perked up with a brilliant idea. “Hey!” She gasped excitedly as she sat up and looked him in the eyes. Then getting this cute little, ‘I want something from you/naughty’ look on her face she smiled at him. “How would you like to go up stairs with me, hm?” He raised his eyebrows. That was really unexpected of her. He went over what she could possibly be planning in his mind, wondering what she was up to. He took so long in answering her that she pouted and adjusted her position so that she had a leg on either side of him. Her shoulders were back thrusting her chest into his line of sight more, though she had posture like that anyway, he couldn’t help but notice it now. “Come on Lukie! I wanna have some fun, and I know you’ve been wanting me for a long.” She kissed him lightly. “Long.” She kissed him again. “Long, long, long.” she kissed him three more times. “Time.” This time she kissed him hard, opening his mouth with hers and getting her tongue in there before he even realized what was happening. He couldn’t resist though, he kissed her back feverently. If she had some evil scheme in mind for him so be it, but he wasn’t about to pass up the possible chance that he was going to get to have her, really have her, at last! His hand slid up her shirt to get at a breast that wasn’t hiding behind a bar. This realization alone aroused him as he placed his other hand in the small of her back and yanked her closer to him. She kissed him harder, one arm still wrapped around his neck, the other hand undoing his pants. She lifted herself off him just enough to get her hand in there and work him. He gasped at her touch and broke the kiss. “You’re sure about this?” he said huskily. She merely nodded and kissed him again. Ten minutes later they’d managed to get up the stairs and to her bedroom. The door closed he spun and pinned her hard to the door, kissing her, ripping her shirt off her and undoing her pants as she was doing all this to him. She’d gasped when she hit the door. She loved it when a man was rough and dominating like that! Talk about a turn on! Clothes on the floor now, Lucifer was ecstatic to see that she hadn’t been wearing any panties either. Her picked her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist. They each remembered the last time they’d been like this, but both forgot it quickly enough as once again their mouths found one another. He carried her over to the bed, and fell to it, pinning her underneath him. They were both drunk, she more than him but right now he didn't care. They made out for a time, just like that, with hands exploring, and pleasuring. Then he broke the kiss and dipped his head to suck on a breast. She gasped and arched her back, loving every moment of it, and him enjoying making her react like that. He moved on to the other one… Several hours later, in the darkness of her room, Lucifer lay on his back. Ranna had just finished riding him to their seventh simultaneous orgasm, and was now half asleep on top of him. Her head rested on his chest, her hands flat against him on either side of her head. He could feel her soft breasts pressed into him, for they were laying stomach to stomach. Now that he was out of her, her legs were closed and crossed down at her ankles, which were on top of his own closed legs. One arm wrapped around her side and lower back, his hand resting on the other side. His other arm was higher up, most of it was wrapped around her upped back but a portion went higher up so he could stroke her hair. He sighed, this was his chance. He knew she was still drunk, but this might be his only chance. “Ranna?” “Yes?” She said dreamily. “I don’t think I’ll get another chance, so I’m asking you now. Let me show you how much I love you.” She was silent for a while before the same half asleep voice answered him again. “Okay. You can. You’re not forced to now, so I think its good if you do.” So she had known. That didn’t matter to him right now though. He bent his neck and kissed the top of her blonde head, before holding her tightly to him in both arms and rolling so that she was under him. He slipped down a little to kiss her gently once, tenderly a second time, and lovingly a third. Then he kissed both her eyelids, followed by her nose, her lips again, then he slinked down her body, kissing her throat, collar bone, and the spot right between her breasts. Then he took one in his mouth and sucking, worked it gently, wanting her to feel nothing but pleasure from all of it. He kissed his way across to the other one and did the same thing. He went back to the spot between her breasts and kissed it again, then slowly worked his way down to her stomach. His hands trailed higher than his head, ever so lightly down her body. He nuzzled her flat stomach, sending shock waves of pleasure through her with the roughness of his scruffy five o' clock shadow of a beard. He smiled at this, and moved lower. Gently with his hands, he parted her legs then placing them firmly but gently on her hips, first kissed the inside of one thigh, in that softest of softest parts. He felt a wave of heat flush from her nether lips, and smiling kissed the outside so lightly she whimpered. He kissed the same area of her other thigh, then slipping his hands down them massaged the secret soft spots of her legs. She squirmed and moaned from it but he just smiled. He wasn’t anywhere near being done yet, and slipping his hands back to her hips to hold her to him, he slipped his tongue into her, and sucked hard. Her eyes shot open and she gasped, arching her whole body against him, already crying from the pleasure… An hour or so later, after a long and luxurious round of foreplay, followed by his actual, long, slow, lingering, painfully pleasing love making, which lasted so long, Ranna thought she would die from all the pleasure, she lay curled on her right side, asleep. Lucifer was behind her, spooning her, his left arm wrapped around her stomach holding her close to him. His right arm was holding up his head and he was watching her sleep. “I would this night last forever, because I know come morning, you’re no longer mine, my beautiful one. My beautiful little Ranna.” He sighed and lightly kissed at her shoulder. He felt her body shiver at this and then out of curiosity looked down at her back. Her mark was still, but pulsating slightly, and a little warm, and somewhat redder than usual but not much. Slightly curious as to what it meant, he let the thought fly from his head, as he watched her sleep. He’d stay awake all night, he decided. It might be his last chance to have her like this, all to himself. He bent his head and kissed her shoulder lightly again, several times. “I love you, Ranna.” He whispered, looking down at her.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!
Vincent	Apr 26 2008, 10:55 PM Post #6
Sabbath's Love Slave Posts: 1,719 Group: Tavern Patrons Member #8 Joined: January 1, 2007	Nicely done.
The Goddess Alexia	Apr 28 2008, 12:18 AM Post #7
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	When Ranna awoke she had to think about what had happened last night. Oddly enough she didn’t regret it. If anything, she’d simply increased his desire for her. And it was an insane night. She giggled at the though of everything she’d experienced, and then made to get up. “Not so fast little girl.” Lucifer said keeping his arm firmly wrapped around her, and pulling her back to him. “I see you’re awake now.” “I want to get up though.” “And I don’t want to let you go. I’m not ready to lose you for gods know how long again.” She sighed and dropped back down to her pillow. “You never had me to begin with.” “Yes, but after last night I like to pretend that for a short time, I did.” She didn’t need to be able to see him to know that he was really happy at the moment. She also knew that physically, he was stronger than her, and would hold her there if he really wanted to. She sighed and closed her eyes just for something to do. He nestled in closer to her, and raising himself up just enough, kissed her shoulder. “How long have you been up?” She was thinking about his words ‘so you’re awake now." “All night. I didn’t sleep.” “Why not?” “Because I wanted to be awake for every moment I got to be with you like this. I had to wait a century, I wasn’t going to sleep through something that I didn’t know if I’d ever get again. What does it mean when that mark of yours is a little redder than usual, warm, and pulsating?” “The pulsating is him trying to purr. He’s content.” “And what about you?” “What about me?” “Are you? Were you last night, after the last time?” She was silent, thinking hard back to after he’d taken her. He’d waited until she’d taken her release before taking his own, then he collapsed on top of her. Her arms had gone around him and she massaged his neck for a moment, half asleep, before he rolled off of her. The last thing she remembered was rolling onto her side and drifting off. “Probably.” She finally answered. “And what about right now?” “I’m not content, I’d rather be up, but I don’t mind just laying here either.” Suddenly she was rolled to her back and he was on top of her. He looked deep into her eyes and she looked back into his. “I love you Ranna. We both know it. I love you and its not that damn spell. This, this is real. Lets stay together, here, for the rest of eternity. Just you and I together, like this.” She sighed but didn’t break the connection of their eyes. “And do what? Fuck?” “No!” he said breathlessly. “No, not that. We’ll stay together and make love.” “Lucifer, I don’t love you.” “I don’t care. We can stay like this, and I’ll make love TO you whenever you want, and in return I get to hold you close to me between times. To keep you by my side to kiss, and stroke, and love.” “You’re insane.” She made to get out from under him but he kissed her, stopping her. He held her gaze hard with his own. “You’re sober now, little Ranna. Let me show you, just one more time, how much I love you.” “You already have.” “I know but you weren’t yourself, and I don’t want it to have been the alcohol talking. I want you to let me of your own free will, without doubts of alcohol being involved. I want you to really see that I‘ve changed. For you, because of you, I don‘t know which, but I want you to see that I am truly sorry for what I did to you. You’re unhappy here. I see the sadness in you when you think no one is watching. It pains me all the more to see you that way, and I know its because of what I did. If I hadn’t then you wouldn’t have sought revenge, and you wouldn’t be sad today. Let me show you.” He kissed her again, then started working his way down her throat. She sighed. She didn’t care anymore. Let him have this one thing. She’d make him pay for the privilege later. This time he took longer with her. Made sure she felt everything to the fullest extent, and when he finally took her, it was just like before. Lingering, slow, and purely pleasing. Later they were found laying side by side on their stomachs, looking at one another. Ranna’s hands rested on her pillow on either side of her head as she and Lucifer talked. “How long have you known?” He asked. “A few years after it happened I realized you’d over ridden the spell. Why do you think I stopped doing some of the things I did to torture you?” “I thought you’d just grown bored with them.” “Not in the least. I stopped because you stopped hating me for it. You didn’t realize it, but I did. I saw the change in you, realized that you just didn’t care anymore, because at least you were with me and had my attention. So I stopped.” “That’s when you started distancing yourself. When you did that it hurt more than anything you’d done up until then.” “Then I’ve done my job.” She smiled. “Only too well. I can deal out the pain and misery easily enough, but its harder than I thought to take it myself.” “Good! Hell is a place for the tormented. I’m tormented by what you did to me. I still hate you for that, and I’ll probably never forgive you. I’m tormented by it because it’s the reason I’m here. Despite enjoying my life, I hate it all the same because I would that I be here for very different reasons, not for revenge. You were the only one who was never tormented. Well you sinned, and so got your punishment. Don’t you think it only fair that the place for the damned be ruled by those who know what it actually feels like? You can’t tell me that since you started suffering along with everyone and everything else here, that the realm hasn’t flourished. Styx flows faster, the ninth level is colder. Hell knows that you suffer and that I suffer and it flourishes because of it. Hell is a place for the tormented includes its rulers I’d say.” He thought this over before smiling. “But you take pleasure in tormenting me.” “And you didn’t take pleasure in tormenting me last night? Or just now. It’s the same thing just a different way of doing it. You and I are bound together. We feed off one another’s misery. Speaking of which, I’ve got a little offer for you.” “Alright.” “Since you seem to enjoy my sitting on you so much, I’ve decided to enhance your torment. You see, after what’s happened, you’re desire for me is only going to increase…” “As it already has…” “Exactly. So I’m giving you permission, and you have to accept this offer right now, to, whenever I’m sitting on your lap, let your hands roam over my legs, and hips and basically whatever you can reach from my naval down. This to say you can look, and touch a little but never have.” “So basically I get to feel you up?” “Yes, but your hand don’t enter me, got it?” “I get to do this whenever you’re on my lap, right? No matter what you’re wearing?” “Or not wearing.” “My god woman, you’re evil. That would drive me insane!” She simply smiled at him with a look that said, ‘no shit Sherlock!’ “You have five seconds to decide. Five…four…three…two…on" “I’ll do it!” She giggled. “I knew you would. Now then this time I am getting up. I’ve got to come up with new ways to punish you after all the freedom you were given last night.” She raised herself up on her hands, arching her back inwards, stretching. Lucifer just lay there watching her. Her body beautiful as ever. She finished that stretch and sat up kneeling, and stretching her arms up over her head bent back again. Then rolling her neck and shoulders climbed from the bed, and crossed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Moments later Lucifer heard her shower turn on and he sighed, hitting the pillow with his fist. “Damn it! That evilness of her just turns me on more. And despite it all, she still hasn’t forgiven me.” He sighed and dropped to his back, hands up behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling, thinking. Eventually he got up, thinking that she’d been in the shower for quite a long time, and went over to where their clothes lay ripped on the floor. A wave of his hand, and his were back in one piece, and on his body. He left and went down to the study to think things over. It was while he was pacing the study that he caught sight of the Wraith of Hell. He though about using it to watch her, but then he thought of something else. During the whole time she’d been there, he hadn’t shown her how to use it. It was his way of getting back at her for everything she did to him. He’d use it in front of her but never taught her how to utilize her position as Mistress, to use it. He decided it was time for one more lesson for Ranna. He went to his own room and showered, dressed and had something to eat. He was trying to get his mind off of her. The fact that he couldn’t pissed him off. “God damn it, you the fucking Master of Hell! You’re Lucifer! The Devil. The Evil One. And suddenly you’re going soft because of one damn woman?” He looked at himself in the mirror. “You make me sick! You go and change for a woman who doesn’t even want you! Who barely likes you! Why do you fucking care about her? Why do you care more about her than you have to? Why can’t you save yourself the torment and stop loving her of your own will and go back to how it used to be, with just this bloody damn spell!? You’re pathetic!” He threw his apple at the mirror and it smashed. He looked down at the broken shards. “But this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted her to stay, and you got it. You said yourself you’d figure out how to make her love fucking you after you got her to stay. Well man, she’s here isn’t she? She’s been here. She’s been right in front of you the whole fucking time. So why don’t you make your next move?” “Because I fucking can’t! I can’t force her. That damn Lust curse of hers. And that’s only there because of what I did too! To ensure that I can’t force her again.” “But you don’t want to anyway, do you? You’ve had her that way, and satisfying as it is, you’ve also had her the other way, and you prefer that way more. You’re going to have to show her you’re worthy of her. Love her, and be kind to her. Show her your true evil prowess by setting it on others that are to be punished. She admires those who come up with new, inventive forms of torment, does she not. Show her what you’re all about. Show her just who you really are. Who you were before she wandered into your world. She enjoys being dominated in a manner. Show her you have the ability to dominate her. You have to earn her respect and prove to her you are worthy to actually have her love before she’ll even consider having you, and you alone.” When Lucifer finally got back to the office, Ranna was already there, in a black mini-skirt, black corset, and black, thigh high ‘fuck me’ boots. Her hair wasn’t straight, but in gentle, thick curls, all of it tumbling gently over her left shoulder and she was looking down reading. She was beautiful. She was perched on the front of the desk, one leg crossed over the other, reading something, while several of the younger advisors fawned over her. The second Lucifer entered the room they scattered, his threat of long ago still fresh in their minds. Lucifer went behind the desk and leaning, peered over her shoulder. “What’ve you got there?” “A declaration of war.” Lucifer frowned. “Over what?” She looked up at him, and for the first time saw the concern in her eyes. “Over me.” “What?” he said as he took the paper she was handing him. It was from the ruler of an afterlife, similar to Hell, but in another universe. A few months ago he’d been on a visit to Hell, to help improve relations, and met Ranna. He fawned over her, proposed to her even. She turned him down. Why would she want to leave Hell for one? Second why would she marry some guy she’d only known a month? Well he wouldn’t accept this answer and kept pressing things. Finally Lucifer lost his temper, told him that Ranna belonged to him and to leave her alone. Despite her indignity at actually being claimed like a prize, she was thankful to Lucifer, for the man didn’t bother her again. Now he was declaring war on Hell. The document read that if they wanted to avoid war, Lucifer would hand Ranna over to him. He finished reading and looked around, furiously. “Well he can’t have you!” He said in a half yell, attempting to keep his cool. “You’re mine!” “I, Lucifer, am no one’s! I belong to myself. Least of all am I yours!” “Bah! You misunderstand me! I meant you’re mine in the sense that we’re bound together. Hell has to have two rulers thanks be to you, and you can’t leave. He can’t have you. As far as he knows you are mine. So we’re going to let him keep thinking that! If it’s a fight he wants, it’s a fight he’s going to get!” He turned to her, eyes pleading. “Ranna, we’re going to war.” “That’s your decision, what about mine?” “You telling me you want to leave?” “Fuck no, but you forget that I have a say in things around here too!” “And what do you want?” “I want to see how much this escalates. I want to see how far you’re willing to go to fight for me. That’s what I want.” So that was one way to gain her respect and attention. Defend her and her honor. He could do that easily enough. And the farther he went for her, the more she’d appreciate him, he knew it! “Alright then. War it is. Corey, scribe a letter telling Lord Douche bag that Ranna will not be handed over to him, and that if he wants war he’s got it! We’ll see him on the battle field!” “Yes My Lord!” Corey replied and left to start the letter. Ranna smiled at Lucifer’s willingness to defend her like that. It was cute She was flattered, but she didn’t let him know that. She hid her smile and looked down at the next document handed to her. As she read Lucifer sat in the chair, then as a second thought, reached forward, grabbed her around the waist and slid her back over the desk till she fell off and landed in his lap. Her hair hid her smile. She loved it when a man was forceful like that, didn’t matter who it was, it turned her on. He rested his chin on her shoulder to read what she held, and one of his hands slipped from her waist to her bare leg and up her skirt. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he realized she had nothing on under there, and his heartbeat quickened. She felt that, as he had his chest against her back, she also felt his breathing speed up too. “Easy there tiger. No use getting worked up over something you’re probably not getting again.” He forced himself to calm down, glaring at her the entire time. “Oh, you’re good. Better than I thought.” “Well if you weren’t so desperate for me, my job would be a lot harder.” She giggled at the dirty inference, and his eyes widened then he glared again. “You’re Evil!” “Why thank you!” The next couple of days were busy ones, as soon as the reply was sent out for war, orders were given to prepare the army to move out. This meant a lot of back and forth orders from Ranna and Lucifer to the various army training facilities through out Hell. Several days had passed and Lucifer was pissed. Due to the huge move of the forces, Lucifer hadn’t had a chance alone with Ranna. Liam had returned and had seen more of her during personal time than he had. It wasn’t fair. How was he to teach Ranna to use the Wraith if he couldn’t get her alone? He didn’t want the whole fucking world to see what he hoped would be a tender moment, a genuine smile meant only for him at her happiness at learning to use the Wraith. They were in the crowded office. Ranna was up on a ladder examining a war time book, looking for older, violent methods of attack that the enemy wouldn’t expect to see coming. Fortunately for her she was wearing a pair of short shorts, and not a skirt, because there were many men in the room wishing she was. Her shorts were a medium blue, and her top was a black long sleeved-tee that covered most of her hands, and clung to her body nicely showing off her curves. She was so absorbed in looking for an isolated attack formant that she didn’t notice Lucifer beckon Liam over to him and start whispering. She barely noticed when Liam called the other out of the room, saying they needed to inspect the troops and report back to Lucifer. Several complained at this and said only a few should have to go, but Liam said they were all ordered to, in case something important were missed, that someone else may catch. Lucifer waited a few minutes after everyone had gone before looking up at Ranna. She was still on the ladder, absorbed in the book. He called up to her, “Satan! Come on down here, cutie.” Her head shot up from her book wide eyed, and looked around. “Where’d everyone go?” “Troop inspection. Come down here.” “Why didn’t we go?” “Because I sent them. I wanted some time alone with you.” “Why? You’re not getting anything you know.” She said frowning down at him slightly. “I know. Just come down. I have a present for you.” “Oh dear god what now?” She said and putting her book back climbed down the ladder, jumping the last two rungs to land. She walked over to him. “Okay, what is it?” He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. Looking down at her he smiled. “What’s the one thing you’ve always wanted that I’ve refused to give you?” She thought for a moment. “Um…Complete and total submission.” “No,” he chuckled “But almost as good. Something you gave up begging me for. Hell it’s the only thing you’ve ever begged me for unfortunately.” She thought his words over then her face lit up. “The Wraith!?” He smiled at her. “You’re going to teach me to use it finally?” He nodded. “Mmhmm. And I’m going to teach you right now." She was excited, but then she looked at him suspiciously. “Wait. Why couldn’t you show me with everyone here?” “Well,” he said slowly. “First, I wanted that smile of yours just for myself. Why should others get the joy of it when they did nothing to deserve it? And second with everyone around, we’d be interrupted a great deal more. This way, Liam is keeping them busy for a good number of hours and I have time to teach you. I have a few hours with you all to myself.” She giggled. He was becoming more bold in showing his affection for her. She wondered if this was because he really did love her now, and not because of the spell. He’d been grabbing her more and more, just like he was now. A dominance thing she enjoyed in a man. Despite her only having feelings of friendship for him, she allowed him to do this, knowing she felt nothing more than that. She hoped it pained him to know this. But she was starting to soften towards him. With his new mannerism towards her, he’d stopped being an asshole all together, no matter how terrible she was to him. He’d either turned a new leaf or he was just trying to deal with it in a new way. “I’ll never be yours you know.” “Never say never little girl. Eternity is a very long time. Come on.” He took her hand and led her over to the Wraith of Hell. Standing behind her, he took her hands and placed them in the air on either side of the mist. Holding them there he whispered low in her ear. “It knows who its masters are. Simply assert your domain over it, your will into it, and it will clear for you. Pick something you want to look at. Anything at all in our kingdom, and you will see it.” She was silent, what did she want to see? “Will you be able to see it too, even if its me who wants to see? Because I could never see the things you saw.” “I can if you want me to. But if you tell it to reveal only to you, then I can’t that’s how I did it with you.” “I see.” She said slowly. Then she turned to the orb and concentrated. It cleared for her. She willed it to show her what she wanted to see, but to make sure Lucifer couldn’t see it. Colors filled the orb and she was looking in on the office. Seeing herself looking into the orb, with Lucifer at her back, holding her, his head close by hers. She smirked. They were cute together, weren’t they? She stared at the image for a long time. Maybe it was time she gave him a real chance? “It must be something important to you if you’re not allowing me to see it.” his words were low and tender in her ear and she jumped at them not expecting him to speak. “Yes. How do I clear it.” “The same way, simply will it.” She did so, and as a precautionary measure, she willed the orb to not show Lucifer what she asked to see, incase he got nosy and asked it himself. She didn’t know if this was even possible but she covered all her bases anyway. The orb cleared and she tried something else. This time she let him look. It was the advisors all on their way to the army camp on the other side of the city. Damien and another were talking. She focused in on them and listened in. “You know she fucked him the night of the celebration, don’t you?” Damien was saying. “How do you know?” “They were making out right there on the throne and they left together. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other! Here I am thinking I was finally going to get my chance, she clearly likes me more than him anyway, and she leaves with him?! What’s that all about?” “Maybe there’s more to her than you think Damien.” “Like what? She has a hot body, a good mind, and from what I’ve heard she’s a killer fuck. I just wanna bang her, buck her, fuck her, once, and leave it at that. And she went and screwed the one person everyone thought she’d never do!” Ranna giggled. “I did more than that!” “Yes you did!” He said nipping at her ear. She giggled. “That’s why he’s never gotten in with me. I know what’s what with him. I knew the first time I laid eyes on him he wanted a quick, good fuck and then leave me alone. You’d get it again before he ever does, I guarantee you that. I think Damien needs a little reminder, too, of who exactly I am!” She hissed at the orb and a flash of bluish purple lightening flew out of the sky and struck Damien. He was totally fried, but alive. He shook it off and kept walking. The other man laughed. “Someone didn’t like that comment. Perhaps Lucifer is watching?” “God, we know its not her. He’s refused to teach her how to use the Wraith.” “She has other means.” Another joined in their conversation. It was Corey. “She is a Pagan after all. She has other magic’s. She probably watches from a cauldron instead of the orb.” “Oh, good little Corey! He knows me well! I always did like him!” Corey grinned at Damien. “Its too bad you haven’t gotten into her bed yet. Its true what they say about her. I know from experience.” Damien glared at him, as Lucifer looked at her in surprise. “Corey? Really? No way. I didn’t suspect him in the least!” “Corey is a very close friend to me, and one of the best I’ve ever had in the sack. He doesn’t ask to fuck me, he just stays my friend, and is there when I decide to offer it to him. He’s a good guy. A hurt one, but good none the less.” “I see.” “Well, I’ve had enough of this.” She hissed once more and Damien was hit by lightening a second time. Then she cleared the orb. “Thank you for showing me how.” She said tilting her head to lean it against Lucifer’s. He smiled. “I figured you deserved a present. After all you granted me the other night, I wanted you to have something you’d been wanting for a long time too.” “Oh it’s a good present. But there’s something I’ve been wanting a lot more.” “Oh? And what’s that?” “Now if I told you that, you’d just get mad at me, and there’d be a big fight and someone would get blown up…again!” This in reference to the last fight they’d had about six months ago, where she lost her temper first and blew Lucifer up along with most of the castle. He’d been standing near the study door, so everything behind him took the hit too. “Yeah, we don’t need that again.” “Exactly.” She smiled and slipped away from him, to climb back up he ladder and get her book back out. He watched her for a time then sat down at the desk, sighing, and started his own work. He couldn’t concentrate on that though. He was thinking about what he’d seen in the Wraith, and what she’d said to him, and what she didn’t want him to see. He sighed and looked up at her. “You know I can’t stop you from screwing them but can prevent any possible relationships from developing.” “I don’t care.” She called back not taking her eyes from the book. “I don’t want a relationship anyway. I’m happy as it is.” He frowned and turned back to his work. Then why did she seem so sad? Several decades later Ranna was found on a battle field, on the border lands. She was surrounded by warriors, battle mages, demons, advisors, and of course, Lucifer. She was pissed, and dressed for battle. She wore what appeared to be a steel top in the form on a long sleeved mini-tee, the cuffs of the sleeves flared in their usual fashion. She moved in it as though it were cloth but not even the sharpest blade had yet to mark it. Her abdomen was bare, as was her fashion, but not without magical protection. Her legs were covered by the same material that made her top, but designed to look like a pair of steel cargo pants. She had a broad sword at her hip and she was arguing with Lucifer. “I don’t care how pissed off he’s made you. You are not going out there!” “Since when have I ever listened to you? You’re not my master, you don’t own me, I can do as I please and I’m going to kick his ass in single combat.” “If you’re so pissed off about it, let me go out there and fight for you! Or send Dante, or any number of skilled warriors!” “Oh! So that’s how it is! You don’t think I’m good enough, do you?” “No its not that, I’ve seen you in battle, you even kick my ass. I just don’t want to see you get hurt! Let me go in your stead!” “I don’t need you to save me Lucifer, I never have. Despite what I said at the beginning of the war about seeing how far you’d go for me, its personal now, and I’m taking him out myself.” “DAMN IT RANNA THIS MAN IS HERE FOR YOU AND YOU ALONE! GOING OUT THERE IS PRACTICALLY HANDING YOURSELF OVER TO HIM!” “He couldn’t take me if he wanted to. My mark still bares its powers. I’m still a Pagan demigod. The second he takes me from here, my God will be all over him like a drunk on free vodka. I’m going out there and there’s nothing you can say or do to stop me!” Just then Liam pushed through the crowd. He approached the two, and as usual became the voice of reason. “Mistress, I understand you want to take him out yourself. But should you lose, Hell will cease to exist. You bound yourself to Lucifer, you two have to rule Hell together for the rest of eternity. If you lose and die, or are dragged off, what will become of all that is here?” Ranna didn’t have an answer to this she was silent. Liam smiled. “There you see? Its settled, Ranna will not go out there, but something must be done about what he said about her. I know. Let us send an attack force at them from behind. While they do this, we can get our lady out of here safely. She is after all what he is here for.” “Damn it, why do you people insist on protecting me like this? Okay, you want me to get out of here safely? FINE! I’ll be in Summerland till this damn war is over!” She pushed through them all and went to her tent. They heard her utter words unknown to them all, the a bright flash of purple filled the tent, lighting up her silhouette, and then she was gone. In Summerland, still wearing the armor from before, she stocked into the palace of the great God and Goddess. She was pissed. She found the Goddess’s private study and started pacing. She was pacing for sometime when the deity finally entered. “Why, Ranna! What a lovely surprise. What brings you…oh. You’re very upset. Poor lost love!” The Goddess sat on her knees, resting her body back on her heels and asked Ranna what was wrong. “I don’t get it! Why do they think they have to protect me all the time? The war is over me! Shouldn’t I be allowed to fight too? Should I be allowed to defend my honor? It just aggravates me so damn much!” She jumped up and down screaming and flailing her first, shots of her power shooting every which way but damaging nothing. The Goddess waited patiently for her to finish venting before speaking soothingly. “Alright, now that you’ve got that out of you. Tell me what has happened.” So Ranna explained how the war started and how every time she went into battle Lucifer and Liam tried to talk her out of it. Most of the time she fought anyway. Recently they’d gotten world that the enemy was about to invade on the borderlands, as that was where they were camped, and they were there for one thing. To take Ranna. Their king, a pompous man by the name of Proannon, challenged them to single combat. The winner, and here Ranna quoted his letter. “The winner to decide the war, and take the prize of Ranna home to their land, be it Hell, or Mekkan (the land of the enemy).” She roared again in frustration. “I AM NO PRIZE TO BE WON! LUCIFER SENT THE DAMN ACCEPTANCE LETT BEFORE I EVEN KNEW ABOUT IT. SO I SAID I WAS GOING TO FIGHT MYSELF. THE FUCKER WON’T LET ME! Apparently if I die or am taken from Hell, something bad would happen, seeing as Lucifer and I were bound for ETERNITY to rule TOGETHER! Gods fucking damn them all to HELL!!!! So I told them that I was going to remain here until the war was over, since they were so keen on keeping me safe!” “But you cannot do that. War is part of ruling Hell. You and Lucifer must do it together. Why don’t you just stay at the castle. Then they don’t worry about you and you don’t get frustrated with them?” “But I want to FIGHT! I want to spill blood too. Why is it no one thinks twice when Lucifer enters battle? He has just as good of chance of dying as I do, but you don’t see me or Liam trying to stop him! And the spell works both ways. What happens to us if HE dies instead of me, huh!? What about THAT!?” “You make a very valid point. So tell Lucifer that if you’re to stay out of battle, he has to too. Its that simple! Run the war from home.” Ranna smiled. “My Lady, I knew there was a reason I came to you. That’s brilliant. Thank you!” She hugged the woman then quite suddenly was gone. The Goddess merely smiled shaking her head, and took a deep breath, taking in the lingering scent of dragon’s blood. Back at the borderlands, Ranna suddenly reappeared in the midst of a large group of people, startling them. Lucifer and Liam included. She stalked right up to Lucifer, got nose to nose with him, looking him dead in the eye and said, “You have one of two options. You either let me fight in this war without any more objections, or you have to sit out too!” “Why do I have to sit out?” “Because the spell works both ways, be it if something happens to me or to you. If I can’t fight because of it, then you can’t either! That’s the deal. Make you choice.” Lucifer was speechless. He hadn’t thought of it that way before, and she was right. But he didn’t want to sit out. He turned to Liam. “DO something with her, will ya?” The old man merely shrugged. He thought she was right. “I can’t talk her out of it Master. And she is right about the spell.” “Exactly. Why the fuck do YOU get a double standard. Your excuse, EVERYONE’S excuse to not want me to fight is because of the binding of the spell, yet no one has said a damn thing when Lucifer goes into battle. Well I am now. No more double standard. You either let me fight with no more qualms, or you sit out of this war too and we manage it from back in the castle!” Lucifer sighed. She was right. He had to pick. He wanted to fight so badly, but he knew that if he did, she would too. He didn’t want to see her get hurt. He had no intention of letting her go into any danger. She was giving him a way of assuring she wouldn’t fight. But it also meant he wasn’t allowed to either. He was silent for a long time, thinking it all over, weighing all the pros and cons of the situation, and debating with himself over what meant more to him. Ten minutes passed in dead silence, with Ranna staring him down, a look of hardened determination on her face. Everyone waited, all wanting to know if he would pick his love for her and her safety over his lust for death and glory. Finally he sighed, closing his eyes. “Alright, Ranna, you win. We go back, and neither one of us fight.” She was pissed, hoping for him to chose otherwise, but not getting it. “Fine. Liam will stay here then and act in our place, giving orders as we send them. Deal?” “Yes, it’s a deal.” “Fine then. I don’t want to be tempted to fight more than I have to. We go home immediately.” “What? We’re not even going to stay to see what happens with the attack force?” “No, we’re not even going to stay to see what happens with the attack force!” She said mocking him. “I am not going to stay where I’m tempted to break our agreement. I’m sick of you treating me like a little girl who needs to be protected, and this is the only way to get you to stop. We’re LEAVING! At least, I am. If you’re not in the study in five minutes, I’m considering our bargain broken and I’m returning to fight. Your choice buddy.” With that she was gone. Lucifer sighed. “She hates me, doesn’t she?” “Not in the least. Well, maybe for what you did to her, but she’s and adult, and through your love for her, you treat her like a child. At times we all do. Those who know her love her, even if only in friendship. She entrances all she meets, and all are loyal to our great Mistress. If you opened your eyes you’d see you weren’t the only one under her spell. Stop treating her like she can’t take care of herself, like she needs you for everything, and things will be better. Perhaps the time you two spend together for the remainder of the war will shed some light on the situation.” Lucifer sighed. Liam was right, as usual. “The only light I see penetrating the darkness at the moment is the fact that we’ll be alone together a lot more now. Not that I’m expecting anything to come of it.” “Still it is a start. Go now. I will keep you updated.” “Thank you old friend.” Lucifer said grabbing Liam’s forearm as Liam did to him. Then he too was gone. When Lucifer appeared in the library, Ranna was slouched in the chair behind the desk, clearly unhappy. “I hate you. I hope you know that.” “And here Liam said you didn’t.” “I wanted to stay. I didn’t think you thought so little of me to actually choose my guaranteed safety over your lust for battlefield glory. I guess I misjudged that pride of yours.” “I don’t think little of you at in the least!” He said crossing the room and going around the desk to kneel by the chair. He took her hand and looked up into her face. “I love you Ranna. You know I do. The whole damn world knows it by now. I’ve stopped hiding it, or trying to at least, and I’ve only grown to love you more. I don’t care about anyone else, but I will not see you hurt in any way by this. Even if it means my own happiness too, I’d gladly take you out of there, and so I did.” Ranna sighed closing her eyes. He frustrated her so badly! “You’re treating me like a child!” She said slowly but powerfully. Lucifer smirked. “Liam said that too.” “Well everyone knows it. I’m not saying its just you, but you are defiantly the most avid of them! He isn’t out of the blame either! Nor is Dante, or Corey or numerous others! You’re just the worst, that’s all.” “I know. And I am sorry that you feel that way, I don’t try to. I am sorry I made you so unhappy by choosing to stay here instead of there. I really am, but I’d rather you be safe and unhappy then at risk all the more.” “God, you’re such an after school special it makes me sick.” She got up and walked out of the room, leaving him to stare after her. Ten years passed, the war still hadn’t ended, and neither had the battle of wills between Ranna and Lucifer. They were still running the war from home. It had been eighty years since it had started, and Proannon still hadn’t given up on her. Lucifer walked into the study one morning to find Ranna already there, in loose fitting, hot pink pajama pants, and a black camisole over a hot pink bra, her feet were bare. She was laying on top of the desk the long way on her back, her head was dangling off one end, her hair beneath her swaying. The desk was so high that even her long hair couldn’t only barely touch the ground. At the other end her knees bent just perfectly with the edge allowing her feet and legs to dangle. He frowned but laughed. “What are you doing?” “Ab-so-lute-ly nothing.” She said in a tone that every teenager used when bored or talking about lack of food in the house. “Why?” “Because I’m BORED! I want to be fighting but thanks to you’re sorry ass I can’t! I have to sit here and listen all about that upstart Vincent guy and his battles. I’m sick of hearing over and over of how he started this war as a mere foot solider and rose to position of general. I’ve never met him and I already don’t like him. And since I can’t fight, I can’t do the only other thing that’s interesting me at the moment, because everyone IS AT WAR!” “And what would that be, pray tell?” “As if you don’t know. I want sex damn it. I haven’t had any since YOU decided I was better off HERE! And its bothering me! There’s NO ONE!” “Well I’d like to think I’m someone.” He said indignantly. “Yeah, and I’d like to think I’m going to go out there fighting but THAT’S not gonna happen either, is it smart guy!” “You’re a bitch when you’re bored.” “I’m a bitch anyway. I want something or someone to do, damn it!” “Again! Always open to suggestion!” “Here’s one for ya! Go fuck yourself. Or one of the various maids and wenches around the castle and city, not that you haven’t already.” “Well, despite my love for you, you also bring on a great deal of desire, and since you’re not going to quench my thirst I have to settle for someone nowhere near you level of skill, and pretend its you, or I don’t get that thirst quenched. And most of the time I have to just about break her before I’m anywhere near as satisfied as I was when we were last together.” She lifted her arms off her stomach and let them fall to dangle on either side of her head. “That was eighty years ago and you still remember how it was? Damn, I knew I was going to set a new level of desire for you that night but I’d have thought the memory would have faded a great deal by now.” “Oh, you’d be surprised…no wait a minute. You telling me that you don’t remember how good that night mad you feel?” She laughed. “Of course I do, but I just don’t care. You should know that by now.” “You’re mean!” “No what would make me mean would be to ask you to let me use you for a fuck buddy only, just for when I needed it, knowing how it would make you feel.” “No, that makes you Evil.” “I’m that too. Too bad I’m not going to.” “What? Why not?” “You sound like you were hoping for it.” “Well when you mentioned it, why not. It may be entirely selfish for YOU, but at least I’d get some more of you then.” “You get more of me than you think you do.” “What’s that mean?” “It mean that despite my relationships with others, there is still a part of me that no one gets to see or know at all, and only you and Liam and had the chance to even glimpse.” “Oh? Interesting. I’ve known for a while that you hide part of yourself away, but I had not clue that you drop that shadow that keeps the real you hidden even a fraction of an inch for me, of all people, to see.” “Its not so much that I actually drop it, its more like, I HAVE dropped it, by getting too comfortable and letting it slip. I’ve been more careful over the years not to let that happen though.” He’d been sitting in the chair during most of this time, and he slouched back some, contemplating her words. Trying to think of times when the shadowed part of her may have cleared for only him or him and Liam to see. For a very, very long time they were silent. Both lost in their own thoughts about different things. I must have been half an hour later when Lucifer finally spoke, startling her and making her jump some. “That day I showed you how to use the Wraith. Your shadows cleared then, didn’t they?” She sat up some and propped herself on her elbows. “You’re still on about that?” “Yes. I want to know. Was that one of the times?” “Yeah, it was. What of it?” “And what you saw, that I couldn’t. Was the part of it?” “Mmhmm. Again, why?” “Well, its just I went back later and wanted to see what you wouldn’t show but, but you’re already covered that base.” “I know you better than you think Mister Devil Man.” “And I know how to make you talk, Little Miss Ranna.” “Stop calling me that!” “Tell me what you saw!” “No!” “Tell me!” He demanded with a grin. “No!” She said. She couldn’t help but smile back. So it was a game he wanted, was it? “Yes!” “Nnooooo!” She said with a frown and a high pitched whine and only made him laugh. “You are too cute. Tell me!” “No.” He stood and started tickling her sides and stomach. “Tell me!” She was laughing and kick so hard she could barely speak. “Never!” He kept tickling her trying to get her to tell him and she kept telling him no. She tried to roll to get away from him but realized only too late that she was rolling towards him. Unable to stop she crashed into him, knocking him back into the chair and her landing on her ass on the floor. “I’m not telling you.” She giggled as she rose and sauntered away towards the back of the room. “How come?” “Because you’ll take it out of context.” “I won’t, so just tell me.” “No. You wouldn’t understand WHY, and you’ll, no matter what you tell me, think it means more that what it does.” “I won’t I swear. I’ll do my best to understand.” “No. I know you better than that.” He sighed in frustration. “Why must you be so difficult?” “Because I won’t allow myself to be so weak!” “Weak as who?” He was standing now, facing her. “Weak as anyone who has to depend on others for feeling of worth!” “Like who?” “LIKE YOU!” “ME? I AM NOT WEAK!” “IF YOU’RE NOT WEAK THEN HOW COME YOU HAVE TO PROVE TO ME THAT YOU’RE WORTHY ENOUGH TO HAVE ME?” “I DON’T!” “THEN WHY ARE YOU?” Lucifer decided arguing wasn’t wroth it. She already knew. She ALWAYS knew. “I don’t know why I bothered hoping that you wouldn’t notice. You’re too observant. I can’t get away with anything with you around.” “You’re right on that, so tell me.” “Because after that night we spent together, I wanted you more than ever. I wanted your love, and I thought that the best way to get it was to prove to you that I was good enough to have it in the first place. I thought, perhaps you were holding back because you didn’t think I was worthy of it? Or something along those lines. So I started being better to you, and showing you how ruthless I could be to others, knowing how you feel about things of that nature. Damn it Ranna, I don’t want much. At least I don’t ask for much. I just want you! I think that I’ve paid my penance a thousand times over for what I did to you. I’m truly, and deeply sorry for it. I’ve regretted doing it, really regretted it, for years. Ever since I saw how unhappy you really ere here. I’m sorry for hurting you like I did. I’m sorry that because I hurt you so badly, you were pissed enough to give up whatever other happiness you could have had solely to get back at me for it. I hate seeing you lock the real you away and show yourself to no one. I know that’s what making you sad. Despite the lovers. Despite my love, and the friendships you’ve made, you are, in fact, totally alone here. We both know it, and I know that you keep yourself from getting more hurt by blocking everyone out. There are certain things you won’t allow yourself because this place bring you nothing but torment and misery. You yourself said that its rulers should know the suffering of the realm. You admitted to knowing the suffering of it. But you won’t allow yourself the opportunity to ease that suffering a little bit even. I see it now, Ranna. I realize what you’ve been hiding form everyone the most. You want to love. You want to have someone to love, and to love you, but you won’t allow it. You won’t allow yourself to get hurt so badly by this place again. It stole your virtue, and your trust, you won’t give it your heart too. That’s it, isn’t it? You want to love and you won’t permit it. I’m right aren’t I?” Ranna had tears in her eyes, she blinked and they were streaming down her cheeks. “What I saw in the Wraith was us at that moment in time. I wanted to see what we looked like! Its not that I won’t allow myself to love, damn it! I just won’t allow myself to love YOU!” She stormed past him and out of the study, slamming the door behind her. Lucifer stared after her slack jawed. He’d done it. He’d cracked her. All her new odd behaviors over the years. She’d loved him and was trying to force herself not to. Or, at least she’d wanted to love him but wouldn’t allow herself to go that far. It didn’t really matter which, he knew why she was so sad and distant now, when she thought others weren’t noticing. It was because of him. All of this was his fault. He felt horrible. Then he realized that all his regret for the things he’d done to her, all the sadness he himself felt at seeing her upset, all the anger he had at himself for all that he’d done to her. He realized all this was part of the torment he was meant to suffer for what he’d done to her. Her plan had work only too well, because now he was determined more than ever that she be his. Several days had passed and Lucifer hadn’t seen Ranna at all. He knew she was still there because he could feel her presence in the surrounding area, in the city, or in one of the levels, but it was clear that she wanted nothing to do with him at the moment. When he sought her out if her presence got so strong that he knew she was on the other side of a door, it would suddenly fade and when he entered the strong lingering scent of dragon’s blood would be the only sign that she’d just been there moments before. For the first few days she did come out of her room at all, yet no one went in. He’d spent hours at a time pacing outside her door, trying to figure out how to get in, seeing as she’d locked only too well. When she did finally start leaving it, it was clear that she avoided him by the same means that he tracked her, by feeling his presence. This cat and mouse game went on for a month before Lucifer, frustrated to no end, finally called Liam back from the front to try and talk to her. When the old man appeared in the study he was battle ready. “What has happened now?” he asked. “We had a big fight. She won’t see me.” “What sort of a big…no I’ll just look for myself.” Liam’s eyes went blank as he looked into the past. He saw the days rewind before him until he found the spot where Lucifer and Ranna had been together last, and he watched the argument unfold. When he’d come out of his trance he sighed. “You two fight like lovers. I would that you just got on with it and save me so much trouble! Where is she?” “The training court yard. She’s challenged another soul, if he beats her, he’s free. She’s been doing it for weeks on end. Her anger is strong, nothing sates it.” “I thought you said she won’t see you?” “She won’t but surely even you can feel anger at the moment.” “Aye perhaps a bit. Alright, I’ll go to her.” Liam left the office and made his way down to the training yard. Ranna was there, just as he’d last seen her, in her battle gear, broad sword swinging effortlessly against a combatant who’d clearly been a gladiator when alive. He could see the man was worn down, he knew how Ranna finished her victims. She gave them bodies and told them she’d free them to Heaven if they could defeat her. She wore them down then severed their limbs one by one, left arm, right leg, right arm, left leg. When they were helpless on the ground she jammed her sword through their armor and removed their still beating heart. With that still impaled on her sword, she decapitated them, and they watched as their last hope of freedom was taken away by a sword swinging down for the final strike, their own heart part of the weapon to finish them. He watched as she finished him then approached her from behind. “Ranna!” She spun and upon seeing him smiled. “Liam! You’re home. I see Lucifer has called you back to deal with me.” “Observant as always my dear. Why won’t you see him?” “Because I know we’ll just fight more. He’s going to accuse me of loving him and denying it to myself, and he won’t understand that I don’t love him, but I WANT to and won’t allow myself. And its just going to escalate, and the fight will continue going in circles. Besides, I can’t trust him anymore.” “Because he violated that unspoken agreement, didn’t he? He trespassed onto ground not to be touched. He tried to breach your shadowy walls, and succeeded, if only he found a little bit, he found some of the most important information being held there, didn’t he?” “Yes. He didn’t find it all, but he has, amongst other things, one of the most important, its true. I won’t tolerate him analyzing me. I keep things to myself for a reason, and when he didn’t ask questions it was fine. I don’t reveal my true self and he doesn’t ask, in return I let him glimpse small portions of it here and there, enough to satisfy and nothing more.” Liam sighed. “I’m going to tell you exactly what I told Lucifer upon Seeing that fight you had. You two fight like lovers. I wish you get on with things and save me the trouble of mediating.” “Yeah, like THAT’S ever going to happen.” “Ranna, you know better than anyone that he loves you, don’t you?” “Um…yeah?” “So why not let him? Hate him for what he did to you so long ago. Torture him for it even, but let him love you, and in return love him.” “Why? So I can get hurt again? He’s screwed me over once. I won’t let it happen again.” “Are you going to go eternity not loving someone? Lucifer has said on several occasions that he will stop any potential relationship that goes past friendship and bed partners.” “If I have to then yes. Why should I reward him and give him what he wants?” “In the end you won’t be though. Think about how terrible he will feel knowing that what he did to you still wounds you to this day. And if you allow yourself to love him in return, its going to make that pain and regret that much more terrible on him. Knowing how badly he hurt the woman that loves him. Think of what he’d try to do to make up for it. Think of how he’d basically be your slave, in attempt to make things right again, knowing that you, with your grudges, would never truly forgive him for it, despite your love.” She didn’t answer him, only considered his words in her mind. For a long time they were silent, Liam patiently waiting for her to work through it all. When she finally spoke it was with an evil grin. “It would tear him apart, really, wouldn’t it?” “I’m sure of it.” “Hmm. Loving another, risking myself once more to Hell, solely to exact my revenge in the worst way possible? Can I do that? Can I go that far?” “Mistress, if that is the only way to get you to love another, any other, and make you happy here, then I think you can.” “It might take some time.” She said slowly. “Especially after this last fight.” “But trying, and the willingness to let another in is always the first step.” “And if it were obvious that we were together, a great deal of people would leave me alone, like Damien. Who would have the nerve to move in on the Dark Master’s woman?” With her words Liam’s eyes unfocused, and he Saw. Ranna noticed this and was silent waiting. He was gone for minutes before his eyes refocused. “Oh dear me. What have I done?” She frowned. “What is it?” He turned to her. “My Lady, you must promise me that when you meet the famous general Vincent, you will not chose him over Lucifer.” “What? Why?” “It will destroy us all. It will sever the bond you made with Lucifer, and go against the high ruling of the gods. It will exactly what could not happen, and all of us will perish from existence. You will be forced to chose, there is no doubt about that, no stopping it in any way, but you must chose Lucifer, promise me you will.” “Okay, okay I promise that should I have to pick between them I’ll pick Lucifer. Just calm down okay?” Liam’s panic stricken face calmed as he took some deep breaths. It was a few moments before he was at his usual temperament again. “Alright. Now back to the matters we were discussing.” “I’ll see him, but you have to first. You can tell him I’ll give him a chance. You can tell why I’m doing it, because I’m going to make it clear that I’m not doing this for my own happiness. That’s just a potential bonus. He is NOT to bring up our fight or anything said in it, and he isn’t allowed to try and rush me. These things take time, and I don’t know how long I’ll take. Its going to take a lot for me to let someone in on that level, I’ve been hurt badly and have built defenses for so long. They can’t just be torn down right away.” “Understood. I will tell him now. When will you see him?” “I’ll shower now and meet him in the study when I’m done.” “So be it. I’ll speak with him but then I must return to the front. So goodbye Ranna.” “Bye.” She hugged him and he left to find Lucifer. Ranna sheathed her sword and walked back inside. She was a little out of it. She can’t believe that after all this time she was actually going to try and love the cause of all her misery. She had to be crazy. She reached her room and started her shower. Lucifer was pacing the study when Liam reentered. He looked tired yet happy. Lucifer waited anxiously for him to speak, which he didn’t do till he was sitting in one of the chairs n the front side of the desk. “She is an exhausting creature! When you fucked up, you fucked us all over, that’s for sure. And you surely picked one amazing creature to love.” “What happened, what did she say.” Liam sighed. He didn’t know how Lucifer was going to take his news. “She has agreed to let you in. She has agreed to try and allow herself to love you.” “THAT’S GREAT!” “That’s not all.” Liam said holding up a hand to stop Lucifer. “She has conditions, and her own reasons for doing it, and I am to make them very clear so she doesn’t have to. As to her conditions, you are not to bring up any of your argument and what was said. And you are not to try and rush her feelings along, or her opening up to you more. These things take time and she has built a great barrier that needs to be deconstructed with gentleness, and patience. She doesn‘t know how long it will take her. Being who she is, it could take centuries.” “Okay, I can deal with that. No problem. At least she’s trying, that’s all I care about. I’ve waited this long for her, what another couple of centuries?” “Now for why she’s doing it. She said she isn’t doing it to actually risk herself and try to be happy, she says that’s just a potential plus in the matter. The reason she’s doing it, and I must admit it was the only way I could get her to agree, is because she knows that once she does love you, you’re going to hurt and feel all the more guilty about what you’ve done.” “So its basically the ultimate punishment? I get exactly what I want at the cost of feeling guilty for how I got it and what I’ve done to it? My god she’s amazing! Do you see why I love her? Its so ruthlessly evil!” “The ultimate punishment, that’s what she called it when I gave her the idea.” “I don’t care, I’ll deal with that when that bridge comes. I’m just happy I’m going to get to see more of her then she’s ever shown anybody.” Liam smiled. “Yes, perhaps by the two century anniversary of her time here, you two will be together as a couple at least, even if she hasn’t started loving you by that time.” “I’ll be in deeper with her by then than I would have been otherwise, that’s for sure.” “We can only hope. I must get back to the front. I will check in on you soon. She is showering then she says she’ll meet you here. Try to be tactful, for once in your life.” With that Liam was gone and Lucifer was alone. He leaned back against the side of the desk, one arm crossed over his stomach, his other hand pressed to the forehead of him lowered head, deep in thought. He was like that for a long time, and still like that when there was a click of the door’s handle and it opened slowly allowing Ranna to enter. He looked up and over at her. She was beautiful as ever in black bondage pants with silver chains and thin neon blue tube style cloth lining all the pockets and waist and cuffs. Her top was matching neon blue, in her preferred style of long sleeved baby-tee, the flaring sleeves leaving only the tips of her fingers visible. She closed the door behind her. She’d known there are going to be awkwardness between them, but she was going to do her best to keep that at a minimum. She walked over to him as he straightened and turned towards her fully. She stopped about a foot away from him. “Liam told you everything? Why I’m doing this and the conditions surrounding it?” “Yeah, he did.” “And what do you have to say about it?” “Nothing. I’m just happy that you’re finally giving me a chance. I mean, really happy.” “Right, okay then.” They stood there staring at each other neither one of them knowing what to say next. Then suddenly, Lucifer couldn’t stop himself any more and her took her face in both hands and kissed her deeply. She raised her hands to shove him off her, but decided against it, and kissing him back let them fall to her sides again. He broke the kiss and pulled her to him. “I hate you, you know.” he told her. “That evil little mind of yours at work, always to hurt me, and now you’ve come up with the most evil plot of them all. Once more you risk yourself to get at me. Its so malicious. It makes me love you all the more.” She smiled faintly, “Yeah, well I’m already very fond of you, so why not give it a try, right? What’s the worst that can happen, this place takes away my last chance at happiness, and I spend the rest of my bitter life making you’re more Hell than I already have.” “Sounds fair to me.” Unable to resist the temptation, he kissed her again just once, gently, and smiled down at her.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!
The Goddess Alexia	Apr 28 2008, 12:20 AM Post #8
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	The years passed, the war waged on, until about six months before Ranna’s two century anniversary they’d finally won. General Vincent’s armies had finally wiped out the last of Proannon’s forces, and he sent his declaration of surrender. The document was delivered right to the castle, not the armies. Many had come home by that time, and it was Corey who ran into the study with the sealed document. Ranna was perched, as usual on Lucifer’s lap, but they’d been alone, and she was sitting across him with hear head resting on him and she had on of his hands in hers and was just playing with it, turning it this way and that and moving his fingers and what not. While she occupied one of his hands, the other lay on her bare leg, for she was wearing a skirt, gently rubbing her thigh up and down. He was watching her play with his hand. They both looked up when Corey knocked and entered without waiting. “A letter, from Proannon.” Corey said handing the letter over across the desk. Ranna took it, straightening up, and opened it. Lucifer read it over her shoulder and they both smiled. “He’s surrendered finally.” “Its all over, he’s given up on you Little Girl, though I can’t see why any man would want to do that. Clearly he’s not in his right mind.” She was frowning. “Its not enough.” “What do you mean its not enough? The last time you said that, I wound up being forced to love you. His humiliating defeat in a war he started over you isn’t enough?” “No. I want his head.” “What?” “You heard me. I want him captured. And brought to me. He will meet me it the training yard and I will destroy him. I WANT HIS HEAD!” She’d just suddenly yelled. “I’m pissed. He’s kept us at war for almost a hundred years and I didn’t get to fight in most of it. I want compensation damn it! I want to take his head!” Lucifer turned to Corey. “You heard her. My Little Ranna gets what she wants. Send a messenger to the commanders that they are to plan an invade force and take Proannon, alive. He is to be brought here.” “I want him unharmed and well fed. When I destroy him, I want him at his best.” “You heard her. Send the word. I want Proannon in these halls within the month!” “Yes My Lady, My Lord.” Corey left and she smiled at Lucifer. “You spoil me.” “Well, you would have gotten it anyway, I might as well take some glory in your eyes by being the one to order it for you.” He took her hand and kissed it. “Besides, I’d do anything for you and you know it.” “And so you have. I’m just happy that everyone will be coming home now. I miss Liam, and Dante, though Damien can be cast into the burning pit for all I care.” “You really hate him don’t you?” “Yes.” “Okay. He doesn’t know about us I don’t think. Unless someone here has told him.” “He’s going to die when he returns, unless he’s been told and holds off, isn’t he?” “I wouldn’t put it past me to knock him out.” She giggled and buried her face in his neck. Over the last couple of decades, she’d opened up to him quite a lot. Her feelings for him had increased. She didn’t exactly love him yet, but she was starting to. She knew it, he did too. He’d been patient with her. He didn’t pressure her for anything, he didn’t even mention sex, he let her offer it, though she didn’t know that he knew she hadn’t slept with anyone besides him in quite a long time. His hand reached up and rested on the back of her head, feeling her soft hair under his fingers. He smiled to himself. She’d given him more than he’d ever hoped to see from her. Just then she gasped and her head shot up as she looked at him. “Vincent can’t come here!” “What?” “That General Vincent guy! He’s not allowed here! He can’t bring Proannon. Someone else has to.” “What? Why?” “Because Liam said that when I met him I would have to chose between him and you, and if I chose him we’d all be destroyed. He Saw it that day he came to me on the training ground. I’ve made so much progress I don’t want to have to deal with that too! Vincent is not to come to the castle. He can’t set eyes on me.” “So we just keep you away from him.” “No. If I’m here he’s going to be curious about seeing me. He can’t be here when I am. He can’t bring Proannon!” Lucifer sighed. “Liam saw what would happen if you picked him?” “And if I picked you. He said I couldn’t avoid having to chose, but I will not put myself in that position. I want to be with you, at least I think I do, and I don’t want any other confusing emotions thrown in there.” “Alright, alright. But Liam has never been wrong.” “This time I’m going to make sure he’s wrong.” “Okay, General Vincent will never set eyes on you, let alone meet you. I really don’t feel like having to eliminate one of the greatest generals Hell has ever had because he tried to horn in on you anyway.” She smiled. “Thank you.” Lucifer called for Corey again and when he entered told him that upon the capture, General Vincent was not to bring him to the castle. “He isn’t allowed within a hundred miles of Ranna, is that clear? If he has a problem with that, he can take it up with me, out on the borderlands.” “Yes Sir.” Corey said bowing then left again. Lucifer nuzzled her. “There, better now?” “Yes.” “Good. Now then. I was trying to think of what we could do before Corey entered with that letter. And now I think that I have an idea that I think you’ll appreciate.” “Oh? And what’s that?” “Oh, just a little celebration for the war ending.” He tried to look innocent but couldn’t pull it off. “You don’t have a halo you know.” he said giggling, but kissed him. “I think that you have a great idea. How long do we have?” “For you baby, eternity.” “I’m not staying in bed with you forever, I already told you that.” “The offer stands.” He said then kissed her, his hand on her thigh and slowly working its way up and under her skirt. Just then there was a knock at the door. “GO AWAY!” he called without actually taking his lips from hers. She giggled at hearing footsteps retreat down the hall. “You’re so forceful! Its such a turn on.” “Baby I’m a force to be reckoned with. Want me to show you what I mean?” “OH!” She said playfully. “Yes, please!” Over the next hour or so they screwed in the chair, on the desk and on the floor. They probably would have gone on doing more but there was another knock at the door, and this one persisted. Neither one of them being able to ignore it, they quickly finished, and with Ranna straightening her top and skirt, and Lucifer adjusting and buttoning his pants, and smoothing out his own shirt, they bid the knocker to enter. To their surprise it was Liam. He wasn’t due back for a few more days. “LIAM!” Ranna ran around the desk and hugged the old man. “What a surprise! Wait. What’s wrong?” Liam did not look one bit happy. As a matter of fact he was furious. “I told you that you could not avoid meeting Vincent. And you tried to anyway. I have never been wrong.” “I will MAKE you wrong. I will not have all the progress I’ve made destroyed, when I’m going to wind up with Lucifer anyway. Its just an inconvenient set back and who knows how long I’m going to take to recover from that.” “Did you ever think it was one you needed to see just how much you cared for Lucifer?” “Not after how you reacted, no!” “I didn’t foresee this.” “Did you see it happening around this time?” “Yes, a hero being welcomed home from war but his Lord and Lady. It was this war because it was near Ranna’s two century.” “But you didn’t see me doing this, did you? You saw us welcoming him hope happily, did you not?” “Yes.” “So maybe this was one of those visions that was changeable. After all. Since when have I even actually allowed anything to run my life’s course besides myself?” “That is very true. Vincent is not happy about not being allowed to come near you.” Ranna turned to Lucifer. “Lukie! Go to him, with Liam. Explain that its not he won’t be honored as a hero, he just can’t go near me. Tell him I have my reasons and I won’t tell anyone what they are but that I said if he goes within a hundred miles of me, I’ll have his head quick than he can say ‘oops’. There is no reason you can’t give him the medals he deserves. And what not.” “Alright we’ll go. Liam is he still at the borderlands?” “Yes.” “Then we’re off.” They were gone suddenly then. Ranna waited for one of them to return but when they didn’t, she left to go find something to do. When neither Lucifer and Liam returned hours Later, she sent someone to the borderlands to look for them. Vincent was there, she wasn’t going to go herself. It wasn’t long and her messenger returned. He found her in the menagerie, playing with the baby dragons. “Mistress.” He said bowing to her. She stood, holding one of the smaller dragon chicks in her arms and looked at him concerned. “What is it?” “Master Liam and Himself are not in the border lands. Neither is general Vincent.” “Do you know where they are?” “No.” “At all?” “They are not allowed to say. Just that they are in conference, making a bargain or something like that.” “What the hell? Do you know what they are discussing?” “No, My Lady.” “Go back. Find out anything you can actually tell me, and much you cannot. Threaten them upon punishment of reaching the top of my shit list if they don’t comply. I want to know where they are and why.” “Yes Mistress.” He disappeared and she turned back to the dragon chicks that were all begging for her attention as the three mothers watched on. They all knew Ranna wouldn’t harm their chicks, and so enjoyed the break they got from the hatchlings while she was there. “What are they up to?” She asked the little chick she held and she sank back down to the floor. Deep in thought she conjured a bin of small balls and started rolling them one by one, for the chicks to chase. There were enough so each of the seventeen chicks got to have one. They fetched the balls and lay down to chew on them, their sharp little teeth unable to puncture the spelled material. The perfect teething tool, so they didn’t do it on each other or their mothers. Ranna went over to the young blue mother, her own personal dragon, Selene, and sitting down, her legs stretched out in front of her, reclined against her. With Lucifer gone she had all the time in the world because she couldn’t see the advisors amass seeing as she couldn’t make any decisions without him too. She watched the chicks, and a few came to lay beside her with their toys. The warm heat of the dragons and the boredom of the day caused her to drift off to sleep. Her messenger returned before too long, and found her asleep. He considered waking her, but decided against it. He hadn’t found anything out anyway. He left a note for her with Selene, for when she woke. Hours later Lucifer and Liam finally returned to the study. Ranna wasn’t there. They looked for her in her room and didn’t find her there either. He knew she was in the palace somewhere but he couldn’t sense her presence at all. That only meant one thing. “She’s in the menagerie.” “How do you know?” “She only goes there to see the dragons, and their mass power blocks out my ability to sense out her presence. If I can’t feel her, then she’s always there.” They headed to menagerie, and sure enough upon entering, Ranna could be seen curled up on her side, snuggled in close to her dragon, asleep, with all seventeen chicks heaped around her, they too sleeping. The mothers, on the other hand were wide awake, and each huffed her displeasure at the intruders, but knew they were there for Ranna, not their chicks. The two had to pass all of them by to get to Ranna which was rather unnerving. Trapped in a room with easily pissed mother dragons was not an ideal situation. Especially when what they had to tell Ranna was probably going to set her off, and the moment she lost her temper, they’d lose theirs and they’d both be anally fucked. Lucifer and Liam both knew it, and so decided they had to get Ranna out of there before they spoke with her. When they reached Ranna and the group of sleeping chicks, they couldn’t help but smile. Lucifer slowly and carefully picked his way through the babies and knelt beside Ranna. “Hey. Hey, wake up little girl.” He said in a low voice, shaking her some. It took several minutes before she finally woke up. She yawned and sat up. Before Lucifer could speak though Selene swung her head around and nudged Ranna. Ranna hugged the dragon’s snout, and when she did, she received the message that had been left for her through Selene’s telepathy. Ranna nuzzled the dragon. “Thank you my friend. I think I will go now. I need to chew these two a new one for being gone so long.” Selene offered to do it for her, but Ranna just giggled. “No thank you, but I’ll keep it in mind for next time.” Selene snorted her approval of this and swung her head back around to lay down. Lucifer took her hand and helped her up. She slipped gracefully around the sleeping babies, the larger Lucifer had a bit more trouble and so took longer to reach Liam than she did. As they left the other females each nudged her with their snouts, making the same protective offer to her that Selene had. When the door to the dragon portion of the menagerie closed behind them she rounded on them. “Where the hell have you two been? I’ve been waiting for the better part of the day for you to get back and let me know what’s going on. You two had damn well better have a good explanation for this.” “There is. You won’t be happy with it My Lady, but there is. Let us go to the office where its more private.” “You just want to get away from the dragons because you know if I go off so will they.” Lucifer nodded, “Yea, pretty much.” She sighed rolling her eyes and allowed them to led her back to the study. When they got there they let her enter first. She did, and she sat on the desk, facing the door, and them, arms folded, waiting for their explanation. She wasn’t going to say anything, she didn’t have to. It was Liam that started speaking first. “When we reached Vincent, he was planning the capture of Proannon. We pulled him aside and explained to him just as you said. He wasn’t happy with this. He felt he should be accepted by moth his Master and his Mistress. Her more than anyone seeing as the war had been about her in the first place. We explained that you had Seen something, and due to that would not permit him to be near you. We told him you wouldn’t tell any one what it was, just that she would add hard complications to his life that he would not thank her for. He wasn’t happy about this either. So we told him to wait and we would see if we couldn’t get a better explanation form you. We left to one of the other castles then, just to give some time, then we returned and told him he needed to come with us. We went back to the other castle and sat down in the office there, and explained to him that you had seen him falling madly in love with a woman. A woman he was destined to be with, but that he would throw her away for a chance to be with Ranna if he thought he could.” “This all took a very long time to convince him of. We had to describe her to him, and everything. From what we said it sounded like he was all for her. The problem is, he thinks she’s here in the city, and he’s not allowed near the city let alone you. So we sat there, working out how to get him here without him thinking about seeking you out.” “And?” Lucifer looked really uncomfortable. After Proannon’s head is yours, you are going to go back to Summerland, so he can come and meet the fictional girl of his dreams. The way we figure it, we only have to keep him away from you until you’re really in love with me, with no one else even standing a chance, right? Seeing as that’s how it seems to be working. Once we are to a point where everyone else know they have no chance with you, including him, we’ll be able to welcome him to the castle, along with his fictional, what we hope to be, bride by that time.” “So you’re going to send me away? What the fuck? Why can’t we send her to him?” “Because he is insisting on coming here to meet her.” “Why can’t she be in one of the other cities?” “Well…that’s a very good question. What was the reason for that again Liam?” “The others are all within 100 miles of here, and …” “That’s no excuse when you’ve already brought him to one of the castles!” “Indeed we have, haven’t we? I suppose then, we tell him that she’d been sent to Delusion, and he’s to meet her there. What do you think Lucifer? Delusion is the farthest city from here.” “I think that will be okay. But I’d still rather you left for Summerland till this is all over.” “Do you remember the last time you insisted I not be around for something?” “Yes. I take it back, I don’t want a repeat of last time. You might drag me with you.” “You’re damn right I will!” “Then you have to stay here in the castle until he’s back out to the border lands or to the army facilities. Deal?” “Fine.” “Good, now we just need you to create the girl.” “What?!” “Well I can’t do it. You’re the woman here. You’re the only one who has the ability to give life.” She sighed. “Do you know how much that’s going to take out of me?” “It can’t be that hard.” “Oh, you’d be surprised. Okay fine I’ll do it, if only to assure the Vincent threat is taken care of. Write up a description of her, I need every detail. Hair, length, color, texture, eyes, shape and shade, height, nose, skin tone. EVERYTHING you told him. Anything you leave out, I get to decide upon, and I don’t want to have to make more than one. So start writing. I’ll be back after I’m got everything set up.” She hopped off the desk and left the room, clearly unhappy. Liam shrugged. “She’s pissed but at least she took it better than we’d planned.” Lucifer just nodded in agreement. The next afternoon, in one of the dungeons, Lucifer and Liam looked on from near a wall as Ranna lifted her hands over her large cauldron the body of a young woman rising out of the green liquid rising with her hands. The girl was about seventeen, with rich black hair and gray eyes. Her body was well formed, her skin just a few shades darker than Ranna’s own creamy skin tone. She was a little sorter than her creator, but not too much. And Lucifer noted that Ranna had made the breasts smaller than her own, knowing that she took pride in her own looks a great deal. As the girl hovered over the cauldron, her rosebud mouth, almost exactly like Ranna’s, open just enough to make Lucifer start thinking the wrong things and lick his lips, Ranna circled the cauldron, speaking in a fiercely commanding tone. Telling her creation who she was, what she was, what she would be. Giving her creation a history, in exact detail, which is more than Vincent had gotten. She gave the girl a birthday, April first, and an age, sixteen. She did this knowing men’s enjoyment at basically fucking a dirty underage girl. Which is exactly what she would be. In bed she was kinky and loved to play the naughty games like fake rape, or naughty student being punished by her teacher, thing like that. Lucifer was entranced by this part, images of him and Ranna, or him and Ranna’s creation, doing things like that flashing through his head. Ranna talked for a long time, forcing her words to form the girl’s mind. She didn’t miss a thing as she developed her personality, and mannerisms. She finished by giving the girl a name, Olivia DeGroot, and clothes. A pair of blue jeans, green flip flops, and a green beater over a black bra. A waive of her hand and Olivia landed gently on the ground. The girl shook her head. She was out of it still, and wouldn’t become truly conscious of herself for a few more days. Ranna handed her over to Liam. “Take Olivia to Delusion. There is a house set up for here there. You heard the story, her father died in the war along with her brother, he mother left when she was little so now she lives alone. I sent her to Delusion from The City of the Damn to help her forget some of her troubles. Once she is there, send word to Vincent that that’s where I sent her and why.” “Yes Mistress.” Liam replied, and taking the girl’s wrist led her from the dungeon. Ranna turned and started cleaning everything up when she was grabbed from behind by Lucifer. “That was amazing, beautiful. You did a brilliant job.” “We’ll I know YOU enjoyed it, by the way you were staring at her! I saw you licking your lips and I saw the look in your eyes. You were thinking of doing the things I described, and it wasn’t with me you were thinking about them with. It was her!” She ducked out of his hold and started diluting the caldron so that the liquid inside was neutral, so she could use it again with out the previous casting interfering. “Now little girl, you’re only half right. I’m not going to deny what you said, but I was picturing you more than her.” “Except for the underage things. I’m sorry I didn’t die two years earlier to sate YOUR fantasies!” “Now that’s not fair! You know you’re the only one fore me.” “Yeah, for life but what about in bed?” “You’ve never disappointed me there either! As a matter of fact you just set the bar higher and higher each time. Nothing sates me but you, and you know it.” “Then why were you drooling over Olivia?” “Because you’re words turned me on, and they were creating HER mind, get it? So obviously I’m going to picture it, but it you I want to do those things to” She threw in the last herb. “Mmhmm, sure.” She spun and started clearing the counter. She liked her casting space to be clean. He took hold of her from behind again and held her close to him. “You’re jealous that I’d want someone else. I don’t know if I should be hurt that you don’t trust me enough to know me better than that yet, or if I should be elated that you’ve become so fond of me that you’re started getting jealous of other women.” “I’m a very possessive person. I don’t like even the idea of sharing. Dante’ once, long ago, told me about this girl he’d screwed the night before and I flipped out on him. He’s lucky we were just talking after a scrimmage on the field, because if it had been after I invited him to my room, he’d have never gotten anything but the cold shoulder from me, ever again. I still held out on him for quite some time anyway, but you get my point. I dislike sharing my companions.” “You’re a selfish little wench, aren’t you?” “Yes I am. And you’re still up shit creek.” She pulled away from him again and left him standing there looking confused. As she left to go back up stairs. He frowned and ran after her. He caught her only a few steps up the long spiraling stone stair, grabbing her and pinning her against the wall the encased the narrow passageway leading up. “Now you’re going to stand there and tell me that I am in trouble for being a man, is that correct?” “Um…yeah pretty much.” “Then I will redeem myself by the same merit.” He pushed her harder into the wall as he kissed her violently, pressing against her, his mouth forcing hers open. His hands roams down her body, feeling the smooth skin of her usual bare abdomen. She shivered under his touch and his hands lowered again, forcing themselves between her and the wall, grabbing her ass. She gasped and giggled. She may not have actually loved him, but she loved what he did to and with her, physically. She giggled again and murmured against his lips. “If that’s all you got, we’re going to be standing her a long time.” He grunted and kissing her again, picked her up, so her legs wrapped around him and they were gone from the staircase, reappearing in his own chambers, on his bed. She was under him and giggling in a way that meant he had every reason to undo her pants at that moment. He didn’t though, letting his hands tease her as her let them roam, as if of their own will, while he worked on the spot of her neck just above where it connected with her shoulder. Her external G spot. She gasped sharply and whimpered as he went to work on her. He knew how to push all her buttons, and she knew he enjoyed doing it. Minutes later he had her squirming and wiggling under him, whimpering and moaning lightly as he teased her breasts with one hand and mouth, his other hand a great deal lower. Like any woman the quickest way to get her to maximum capacity is knowing the right way to go about it. He sucked harder on her nipple, making as firm as he could get it. He’d already finished with the other one, and lowered himself to taunt her there. He started lapping at the juices already flowing form her, his hands now both on her hips holding her as close to him as he could, and after one particularly loud cry from her, he got a new idea. He grinned, and polled his tongue on that little kernel of pure pleasure. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she arched her whole body to this new and wonderful unexpected feeling. “OH MY GOD!” She screamed, and reaching down laced her fingers into his hair, begging him to do it again. He did, several more times, each more wonderful than the last, and each getting a louder, more passionate reaction from her. Her juices started flowing again and he sucked then directly from her as they came. His favorite thing in the world was to hold her between his hands, and eat away at her. If he could he would have kept doing it forever. She tasted so sweet, like no woman had ever tasted to him before. He didn’t want to stop. He was consumed by what he was doing now. He worked her like this for a long time. Bringing her to her peak several times, then quickly building her back up after each one. He enjoyed seeing her whole body flush with the desire and passion she was feeling. When she was in tears from it all, and begging him for more, he finally slid his beautifully sculpted body up over hers and rammed her, hard. She gasped and screamed under him, thrusting her own hips up to meet him. He took her wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand. A position of manly domination she enjoyed to the fullest. Holding her like that, and dipping his head to kiss her hard and violently or to suck on a breast, he rode her, screaming and moaning with pleasure. This was the longest he’d ever spent building her up and the loudest he’d ever gotten her. His ego stroked he worked her more. She wasn’t releasing and he didn’t know why. She was in tears, she couldn’t release. She needed something more, but what. Harder and deeper, he kept going at her but let of her wrists. As she squirmed under him begging for what she needed he lowered his hand, in a desperate attempt and as he took her, rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She screamed loudly then, her back arching so sharply he rose with it. Her voice faded into a long drawn out moan and as she lowered herself and him settled down to breathless whimpers of pleasure. He worked quickly to gain his own release, not wanting to build her up again, and rolled off of her. She lay there, arms till up over head, and eyes glazed over. She continued to whimper or vocalize short, sharp little moans, her body still flushed. He was pleased to see that he’d drove her so far she was either still in the middle of her orgasm, or having multiple ones. Either way, he was pretty sure he wasn’t on her shit list any more. She lay there for a long time before she finally rolled over, still out of breath, and occasionally whimpering, and rested her head on his chest, her hand resting beside her face. His arm came down to wrap around her back, holding her closer to him, his other hand reached across to stoke her cheek. “Am I forgiven?” “MMmm,” she said smiling, closing her eyes and adjusting a little to snuggle closer to him. “Only if you promise to do that again.” He chuckled. “You women of lust are all alike. A one track mind to pleasure land.” He laughed again. “Alright little girl. I promise I’ll do that whenever you want.” “Good. Then your forgiven.” “I spoil you, you realize that right?” “Yes.” “And to make up for it I have to be twice as harsh in my dealings with others.” “That’s okay. You are, and its easy for you, so its okay.” He laughed. She yawned and curled up closer to him. “You took my remaining strength you know. I’m going to be very ill for a few days now. Will you take me to my bed while I’m sleeping?” Her words were slow and drowsy. He wasn’t smiling any more. “Sure. Okay.” “Thank you,” She said drifting off, leaving him to wonder why she wanted her own bed so badly and couldn’t stay in his.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!
The Goddess Alexia	May 12 2008, 11:25 PM Post #9
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	Ranna slept, over the next few days she didn’t wake at all She had used a vast energy store in creating Olivia, and after three days of her being knocked out cold, at Liam’s insistence, and Lucifer being forced to avoid governmental affairs and not telling anyone why, Lucifer brought all his advisors, captains of the guard, and other figures of importance that work with Ranna regularly, together in the office. They were angry, things were being held up and they hadn’t seen Ranna in days. “Where is she?” “She’s left us hasn’t she?” “We’re doomed to stand forever in a frozen government!” “The Dark Mistress has taken her final revenge on you, hasn’t she Great Master?” “QUIET THE LOT OF YOU AND LET ME SPEAK!” Lucifer anxious, he’d be meeting with Ranna’s gods after this, and wasn’t looking forward to it. “Your Mistress is not well. She has been asleep in my chambers for three days now. After this I am going to have her moved to her own, but it is unknown when she’ll awaken. She used up a great deal of her power and needs to recuperate. Liam is in charge of who can and cannot see her. She is to remain undisturbed, even after she is awoken, unless he agrees to the matter. Only Liam, I and Ranna’s personal staff will otherwise be permitted to enter her rooms. You all have other things you should be doing as it is. Are there any questions?” “When she wakes, how long do you think it’ll be before we will be able to get back to matters of actual importance?” It was Damien’s question. “WHO ARE YOU TO DECLARE THAT THE CONDITION OF YOU’RE MISTRESS IS OF NO IMPORTANCE?!” It was Dante who’d replied before Lucifer could. He rounded fully on Damien, and started shoving him, forcing him to back up. “You who would give anything to bed her for one night! YOU who have no real right to be here anyways if you’re father hadn’t gotten you up here from your duties in the levels! Damien, you simper and purr and make love to us all but in the end you’re a loser who is full of self importance, and nothing more. Why don’t you just go back to the levels where you belong? You clearly don’t belong here, with those of us who actually do care about the Mistress’s health, and you defiantly don’t belong as one of their advisors!” By this time Dante’ had backed him up to the book cases, and several of the others had gathered around if not to back him up then to simply watch and see what was going to happen next. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but you’re wrong whatever it is.” Damien replied. “Oh, then why don’t you enlighten us all?” “To be fair I didn’t declare that her health wasn’t important.” “Okay, you implied it.” “But you do remember that she is the one that screwed us all over when she said she wanted to CO-RULE Hell. That she wanted to have a say in everything that Lucifer had a say in?” “No, that wasn’t her, that was him. He drove her to it, and we all know how far a Scorpio will go to exact revenge.” “Yes but also like a Scorpio she didn’t think about what would happen if something were to happen to her, what we’d all do, did she?” “Oh yeah because she knew two centuries ago that she was going to use that much power and be out cold while recovering from it, yeah that’s it. SHUT THE FUCK UP! GIVE US A REAL REASON OR GET OUT!” “THE MISTRESS HAS MADE OUR DARK LORD SOFT!” “DON’T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT HER IN THAT MATTER! HOW DARE YOU SHOW SUCH DISLOYAL INSUBORDINATION TO EITHER OF THEM!” Dante’s hand was in the air and he was just swinging it down to smack Damien across the face with the back of it when Lucifer’s voice stopped him. “YOU KNOW WHAT!?” Lucifer’s voice rose above everything. “Damien and Dante’ you two can settle this out in the training courtyard. Damien you need to be taught your place! You are wasting time right now, let us continue. To answer Damien’s question, it is unknown as to when she’ll awaken, and so we won’t know when OTHER matters of importance will be attended to. Anything else?” “My Lord,” Dante said turning to Lucifer and walking away from his potential victim. “Should our Lady feel up to it, will we be permitted to see her at some point during her recovery?” “If her recovery is good, but she is not prepared to leave her chambers yet, I see no reason as to why select visitors will not be, but no promises are made, nothing will be assured until she awakens.” Lucifer answered a few more questions, then dismissed them all to their duties. Liam remained and Lucifer glared at him before walking out. “I want Dante’s anger and hate for Damien to stay kindled for the next month or so. Tell them they will be the opening match before Ranna destroys Proannon, if Dante can’t keep those fires going himself find a way to keep them burning, but if I know him, he’ll have no problem just letting his lust for destroying Damien grow.” Then Lucifer walked out, leaving Liam to alert Damien and Dante about their match. He went to his chambers where Ranna was still sleeping, just like she’d fallen asleep the other night. Lucifer had Ranna’s maids take her and bathe her, the day before but other than that she was undisturbed. Now as he entered, a kindly looking old hag was sitting in a chair by the bed knitting. She rose upon seeing him. “She has not so much as stirred, my lord.” “Alright. You may go. Tell the others I am moving her to her own chambers now and that’s where they are to go to sit watch over her.” “Yes my lord.” She bowed and left. Lucifer went to the large bed and pulling back the covers picked Ranna up. She was limp in his arms, her head lolling back revealing her creamy white throat, and forcing her mouth open slightly. He lifted the arm he had under her back so that she was tucked in against him, her head on his shoulder. She’d kill him if she found out he’d transported her the other way, and he knew that somehow, she WOULD find out. She ALWAYS knew. It was actually rather frustrating. Holding her like that the room disappeared around him, only to rematerialize around him as her room. He moved to her bed and gently placed her between the satin sheets, and under the heavy warm shiny silver quilt. She rolled and adjusted, snuggling deeper into her pillows and blankets, then once again she was still. He went over to the couch and sat, his back to half of the room including the bed. He didn’t turn the TV on, he knew it would be pointless. About three minutes after he sat down the scent of flowers and pine filled the air. Without looking around he spoke. “At least this time I was ready for you.” “You were warned.” said the god from the spacing of floor between bed and couch. He and the Goddess had arrived just there. “Well its better than you stopping in with me naked, not that that bothers me but I didn’t appreciate the flogging I received for fucking your Sabbat.” “A mere loss of temper, I assure you. You have not disturbed her, I dare say?” Lucifer was walking around the couch now. The Goddess was already sitting on the edge of the bed examining Ranna. The God had not moved from his spot. “No I have not, except to have her bathed, and then again to move her here which I just did a few minutes ago. You know despite my total lack of morals, its rather unnerving that the two of you just suddenly appeared after she fell asleep. “Well, my gift has its usefulness. As you well know, if something happens to her that could endanger her, I’m told. I am still fighting the urge to smite you for talking her into it. But as My Lady pointed out before, I cannot. She only knew it would take a great deal of her strength. She had no idea it would risk her life.” “How ironic.” The Goddess’ sad voice suddenly chimed in as she looked at the sleeping Ranna from where she was sitting on the bed beside her. “That she might die two deaths in one spirit. We had hoped this would have been her last, but I guess it may not be.” The God nodded at this but nothing more. He too went to check on Ranna. Bending over the sleeping girl, who lay partially on her left side but mostly on her stomach, her hair going long down her bare back, for she’d just moved again, the blankets slipping down almost to her waist in the process. Under her hair something could be seen moving back and forth across her back. “Move her hair please, my dear.’ The God said, and the lady gently gathered Ranna’s hair form her back and placed it on the pillow behind her head. There across her shoulder blades and upper back, Ranna’s scorpion was marching back and forth, guarding her. Ready to sting an attacker, or waken Ranna if the need be, for it being apart of her was the only thing that could wake her early from her recovery sleep. The Goddess smiled. “It loves her so much. He’s apart of her very essence isn’t he?” “Indeed My Lady. Look at his beautiful blue coloring. He’s very content with being her personal guardian.” The scorpion had turned again this time to face the three onlookers. After a very long study of his audience, and deciding they were not a threat, he went as high up on her back as he could get and over onto her shoulder where her jaw line was snuggled close and there he curled up like a little blue puppy, snuggling close. She smiled and her hand went up behind her, and she actually pet the living tattoo. The God frowned the Goddess just smiled at the cuteness of it all. “She must be waking if she can do that.” “No,” Lucifer replied. “She told me once that he is basically her subconscious while she sleeps, no matter how deeply. She does that in her sleep all the time. Actually she does it a lot more than usual since she fell asleep. I was with her that first night. Her hand was back there every couple of hours. From what the women say who sit by her when I can’t, she does it quite often.” “Very interesting.” the God replied. The Goddess reached forward curiously to touch the scorpion and gasped. Her hand flew to the small of Ranna’s back, then under the covers to the back of her knees before looking up at her mate with fear. “She’s ice cold!” “Impossible! I just lay her there! She was warm as life!” Lucifer exclaimed. “Her back was warm when I moved her hair too. I guess Samhain must settle for fighting herself this time. My Lord, should she die…again…do not lose her. She must go to the gate, and regain her life, then be returned promptly back here. Death will not break the curse she lay on Lucifer and this place. She must be able to rule or a religion will lose an afterlife, and that’s all there is to it.” She lifted Ranna slightly with one hand and slipped the other under each of her breasts and between them. They were spots she was laying on so they should have been even more warm than they usually were, seeing as they were naturally warmer areas of the body for the reason they were so very enclosed. She frowned. Ice cold there too. She lay Ranna back down how she’d been before. “How come we aren’t being destroyed now? She hasn’t been able to rule for days?” Lucifer asked. “But she has the option to. She’s still alive. If this place starts falling apart, that’s risking her. That scorpion of hers would wake he early no doubt.” She answered him coolly. “All we can do is keep her warm. My Lord let us leave in case she does go. Lucifer. Keep her warm under those blankets. Place her in a hot bath daily, and when she’s being watched over. Have that person sit on the bed next to her. The body heat will help. I think also, if she really starts to slip away, her mark might even awaken her then, but its unsure. Come my dear, let us be off in case our little lost love should try to slip from this life.” With that they were both gone, and Ranna’s dragon blood scent took over that of the greater gods once more in Lucifer’s nose. He frowned slightly and reaching out touched her. She was in fact freezing cold. She was falling. Free falling her head was light and dizzy, and she was falling. She didn’t care. It was a brilliant feeling. An adrenalin rush of not knowing why she was falling, or where she was going to land. She was falling on her back, unable to see what was below her. She didn’t care. She let her head tilt back as her eyes closed, mouth open slightly. She was free falling and enjoying every moment of it. It was relaxation in itself. Perfection made real and she never wanted to leave. The days passed, and turned into weeks. Hell remained in a limbo state of existence. Residents who didn’t know any better grew fearful. Those who did grew agitated. A month had passed and then two. Proannon had been brought to the castle and was being held in the dungeons. Dante was finding any excuse he possibly could to stoke his anger against Damien, which didn’t take much. Within two weeks after the confrontation in the office all it took was a mere glimpse of the High Advisor to set Dante’s blood boiling. Liam was diligent in his duties in watching over Ranna. He even sat with her sometimes personally. At night, Lucifer took to the habit of sulking over his own misery in his own rooms or the office, and then he would go to hers, send away whoever was there and crawl into the bed beside her. He would hold her close, and attempt to warm her, but with each night she only grew more chilled. Ranna’s goddess took to visiting her every day, and sometimes her god joined them as well. She upped the suggested hot bath from one a day to three, but nothing helped. She remained cold as ice and no one knew why. Most peculiar of all was Ranna’s scorpion. His colors were constantly changing from blue to red to his natural color back to blue again. It was clear that something was happening to Ranna in some form that he did not like and would not allow the god to know. One day, after some weeks, the god question the little critter embedded in Ranna once more, and when it actually refused to relay any information to him he asked it why. “Because.” The God said relaying its answer to the others. “You created me to protect her, be her guardian in all things. Despite my loyalty to you, as well as her, in truth I am hers and I am her. What she is undergoing is something only she needs to deal with. It is a problem that is on a need to know basis and quite simply put my Great Lord, no one but Ranna needs to know.” “But you know.” The God replied. “I am apart of Ranna. It is my job to know. Not only does no one need to know but I know she would not be pleased with all others knowing. As such she also wouldn’t be pleased with how you all dote on her.” “You’ve become quite insubordinate.” “No, I have simply learned how things are and should be. You created me with intelligence, remember? You gave me the ability to grow and learn and I have done so. Do you want to help her? Truly?” “Of course.” “Then leave. Two weeks, no one to see her at all, except to bathe her every other day. And only then her goddess. A cold bath, not warm, the water must be as cold as Ranna is. Do this and she will waken sooner than if you creatures keep surrounding her. Despite her being in such a deep sleep, the merest presence can, will, and does take away necessary concentration needed to recover, making the process longer. If you had kept her totally alone from the start, she’d have awoken by now.” “That can possibly be arranged. We will see.” The god turned to his Lady and Lucifer and told them what had been discussed. “You cannot blame him for his secrecy. He is her, and his loyalty is to her first and you second my dear. Our Little lost love needs time, that is all. I think, despite what we in our world think is best for her, we never truly know. But he is in both our world and hers at the moment. And only being in her world can one know what is best. I think that we will have to do as he suggests if we want her back.” The God nodded though clearly not happy about it. Lucifer was frowning as well. “Two whole weeks, with only her ladyship to see her? What about Hell? Wouldn’t that be like giving up and practically sealing her in a tomb as if to say we don’t care if she gets better or not?” “Just tell them the truth and all will be well.” The Goddess replied soothingly. “He couldn’t tell the truth unless he had to.” The God snapped. “So then he doesn’t tell the truth until need be. Its all simple really. Seal this room off to anyone trying to enter. I will return the day after tomorrow. I’ll simply pop in, bathe her, and leave again, nothing more. I’m sure your two more weeks of not seeing her will not do much.” “Yeah but what about those who’re supposed to keep watch over her?” “Tell them you don’t need a reason and to leave it at that. No one to see her, and seal the door.” “Fine. But be assured I’m not happy about not being able to keep watch over her!” He turned and stormed from the room. The Goddess merely sighed. “Our little Ranna’s curse upon him has been full indeed, hasn’t it my dear?” “Aye.” The God replied looking down at Ranna’s back, as he conversed with her scorpion, to say his terms have been agreed to.” “He loves her a great deal. I can feel it. He had overridden my own spell with his own heart a long time ago. He is tormented day and night for what he did to her, despite his pride. He is tormented now as well, for being the one to talk her into using all that power. He blames himself for her current fight against yet another death in this life of hers. He is tormented by his helpless state and the fact that this is his fault. She has indeed exacted her revenge on him. I wonder should she ever forgive him his trespasses, if that torment will be relieved?” “No, it won’t. There will never even be a chance to see that happen. Even if she does fully fall in love with him, she will never forgive him, and most certainly never forget it. She will make damn sure that he doesn’t either. I know her. She is Samhain, after all. You know her well yourself. You should know better than to think she would ever forgive him.” She sighed sadly. “Yes, my love. I know very well. But one can always hope. Is that not what we divine one are here for? Hope? To give mortals and any one else who needs it that hope of a better place, a better life where all is just, and they can be happy. To give the hope of happiness, health, love, beauty, and all the is good. As well as to give victims hope that their attacker or what not will be dealt with accordingly to their crime? To give wounded hope that their violator will be wounded as badly on an equal or thrice fold level. We are here to give hope, are we not allowed to hope ourselves?” “I suppose we are. But also being who exactly we are, are we not also here to use our heads and hearts properly with one another? In your head and in your heart you know she won’t.” “Yes I do know, but deep down I still want to hope. And hope I shall. Even Lucifer’s prisoner’s are freed after a certain amount of time from their punishment to either become one of his subjects here, or to go to Heaven. Is it not fair that he too should have some end to his torment?” “You should have thought of that before you said for all eternity.” “No he was to love her for all eternity and rule along with her for all eternity. My spells had nothing to do with torment. They were done with such in mind but it can be broken.” “Then perhaps there is a small chance, like maybe .00000000000000000000001 percent. Though I wouldn’t put any stock in it.” “That’s still enough to give me hope. Come my dear let us go now.” She bent and kissed Ranna’s cheek gently and left with her mate. Outside the room Lucifer was busy sealing it off. He would finish and then he would call Ranna’s staff and say her room was off limits until further notice. No one was to see her and that was it. He then sent the same message out to all of the men who’d been at the meeting two months before that, with an added line in Liam’s for him to go to the study immediately. Ranna’s head felt light, but she wasn’t freefalling anymore. She opened her eyes to darkness all around her. She was laying on her side, curled up into a ball with only he hair to cover her. She sat up and looking around saw nothing but darkness and a mirrored floor that reflected only her. She cocked her head curiously. “Where am I? The last time I woke up naked I’d died.” He hand reached to her back and she felt her scorpion. Somehow, she didn’t know how, but someone he relayed to her that she was in fact very much alive. She smiled and rose. The air was mild, and she was rather comfortable in this place, even for being naked. Just then she heard a laugh. She spun around to see herself standing there. It was her, but it was not. The other her had jet black hair, in comparison to her own nearly platinum blonde. “Who are you?” “Don’t you know? I’m you. I’m the real you. The other you. The you that can’t fight the urge to continue to reincarnate.” “You’re Samhain, aren’t you? The real Samhain that is. The original one. You the pure essence of Samhain.” “Very good lost one.” Samhain said smiling. “You shall call me Samhain and I shall call you Satan, for that is who you are.” “But why not call me Ranna?” “Because you are Satan, and I am Samhain, and Ranna is who we are together. Ranna does not live or even exists without both of us together. Do you know where we are?” “Well.” Satan started slowly. “We are together, aren’t we? So we must be within Ranna. In her mind, or her heat. Or her core, essence, somewhere that is someplace deep within Ranna.” “Yes. You’re right. You learn fast. We are very, very deep within Ranna. We are at the border where Satan and Samhain meet and must learn to work together. I must admit, I alone have been Ranna her entire life until you came along. It was very difficult for me to make the decision on whether or not I wanted to share myself. In doing so I bound my very restless self to stay put. You do not realize this, but in doing what I did to Lucifer. In letting you in, and cursing him as I decided to do. I not only gave up everything else that Ranna had been warned about. But I gave up my chance to reincarnate anymore. And now it is time we talk.” “About what?” “You have been acting as Ranna mostly through her subconscious. Many simply attribute it to her being a Scorpio, but in truth there is more to it that that. But that’s not the point. Satan, we have a very big decision to make. You are as much Ranna as I am now. Lust does not count. She is not part of Ranna as we are, and so she does not get included on this.” “How did you know I was wondering about her?” “We are one in the same person, are we not?” “Oh. I see.” “If you let yourself. You would know my thoughts too. But listen now. We have used up a very great deal of power, energy and even our own life force to make the creature Olivia. Deep, deep down I knew it would come to this but sharing Ranna with you and being around that mindless Lust for so long dulled my senses. We are in fact on the verge of death. We have at our hands a most opportune moment. We could get our greatest revenge on Lucifer yet. Here we thought that falling in love with him, and making him feel the guilt for raping someone who loves him was the ultimate payback. But no. We have at our fingertips a way to break the bond, and ultimately destroy hell, and all that he care for.” “But my scorpion was listening. If we die… we’ll simply be brought back. Death will not break that bond you created.” “Yes, but if we give ourselves, you and I over to death as well, we’ll be destroyed. Even just one of us being destroyed will prevent them from bringing Ranna back ever again. The gods cannot reassemble an essence. They can only recreate one and that would not be the same thing and so the curse and bond would be complete. Lucifer would lose the one woman he’s ever loved, and despite us being gone forever and no longer living, we would destroy Hell entirely.” “Are you saying you want to do this thing?” “No. I am simply telling you the options we have before us. And now it is time for us to meet and converse. What are we going to do? Are we going to get the ultimate of ultimate revenge? Or do we enjoy our life so much that even the temptation of so much miserly and ultimate revenge isn’t enough to stop us from living it? We must weigh pros and cons and decide.” Just then both Satan and Samhain rolled their shoulders and reached their right hand behind her own back to feel. Samhain’s scorpion was bothering her. She cold feel him change from his usual coloring to blue. Satan’s too was agitating and turning very red. Upon noticing the other doing the same as herself the two smiled and sighed, lowering their hands. Each moved in closer to one another, and then they sat and started talking. Both very torn between revenge and destruction and life.
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