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| Lilim vs Morgan Syn (complete); Gem Forum Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 16 2017, 01:47 PM (187 Views) | |
| Bassolarr | Oct 16 2017, 01:47 PM Post #1 |
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(Combat Rune, Champion2, Gem of Telepathy) She could hear every darkness within the hearts of mortals—every beat of shadowed intent, every sliver of diabolic blood, every blotch upon one’s soul. Some radiated with it more than others—not necessarily sin, not necessarily evil, but there was always that smell, that taste, of the infernal about one wherever they went. For some, it could be nothing more than a residual effect of one’s upbringing or breeding; for others, however, it was as if a portal to one’s truest potential, one’s greatest pinnacle of success. Many demons had selected their powers to be bound, just to have a small taste of what the normal, the mundane, the unassuming lived like. Some preferred it that way—others were banished to such lives. Lilim could not stand the idea of it: even her harshest, strongest enemies would never deserve something so cruel as to suffer such a fate. For the colors to lose their luster, for the tastes to lose their vibrancy, for the sounds to lose their exuberance, for the smells to lose their charm, and the touch—oh, for the touch to lose its alacrity, a punishment far crueler than the others… It was a fate that punished those with something worse than death—an existence of mediocrity in a land of muted sensations and perceptions, to never truly live their lives to the fullest for the sake of something as bitter as being ‘normal.’ The Demon Queen hated the word—she would have preferred it if all of existence never had to bow to something as vile as mediocrity! So to sense the presence of another demoness, mayhaps one of her own once upon a time—or an offspring thereof, she could not be certain—to be serving in such squalor… it burned at her heart, truly, to know that one of her blood, that had once lived on the excitements that existence could provide, only to have the world turn grey and muffled. She hated to think of it—so she spared no time to seek out such a victim, to perhaps liberate one that deserved the very most of existence and bring her back to a world… a world of color. WC: 367 |
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| Morgan Syn | Oct 16 2017, 02:17 PM Post #2 |
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Like the astral projecting witches of old, Morgan's mind flew throughout the cosmos in a vain effort to experience the exhilaration that had accompanied her former existence. The last threads of that life had disappeared with Castiel when their shared soul was torn asunder. He was worse than dead now: he was erased from existence as though he had never been there at all. It was better, somehow. It did not do for a former succubus to be pining after a single lost soul. There was a whole universe of souls just waiting to get lost with her. Snapping her out of the introspective reverie was the sudden sharpness of the scene around her. There was a beauty to the landscape that Morgan couldn't quite fathom and at the center of it all was… her. The queen of Morgan's former kin. Was it still former though? Her vessel might have been unfamiliar to the awesome power of the Demon Queen but the ethereal current that ran beneath it still yearned for the sweet caress of the Queen's presence. She took several steps closer and dropped to her knees. "I am unworthy of your presence, my Queen," she said aloud. It was humiliating; wearing this sack of human flesh in the presence of royalty was akin to turning up to a gala dinner in sweatpants. WC: 224 |
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| Bassolarr | Oct 16 2017, 04:42 PM Post #3 |
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She could feel this one stretching out her wings, roaming the cosmos for some semblence of... the Queen could not point it out right away, either from the blind grief of one of her own being so stripped of experience or from the erratic nature of her target. She was lost, was all that the Queen could make out, but she was too occupied with finding the woman, now that their proximity in the aetherial realm was drastically closer now than it had been a scant few moments ago--she had found one of her lost. She broke into the dreamworld landscape without her usual preamble and fanfaire, without her usual manipulation and sculpting of the world around them. All she brought for this encounter was herself, too desperate to find one such as this one in her ongoing plights--there would be time for theatrics later, time for wonderment later, time for... time for... she couldn't put her claw upon it, not while her offspring existed in such a muted state. She did not exhert her full power at this meeting, but she allowed her aura to flourish and flare, to prove that she was not just a Queen, but the Queen. Immediately, the woman that received her dropped to her knees, her breath taken in that very moment as her eyes filled with surprise and wonder, as if reminded of something that had long since been stripped from her--she claimed her unworthiness, that sick emotion of humiliation upon her--but this was all ignored. As fast a bullet, the Queen fell to her knees as well, gripping the now-human woman so tightly, as if a mother had been reunited with a child. The moment was such a long one, grabbing on to one of her daughters, to see her in such a state, separated from the wonder and beauty that was... that was the existence she should never have been torn from. After a few more moments, the Queen pulled back a little--and for the first time in many, many centuries, the Queen felt her eyes coat over with tears, her mouth agape, unable to find the words--for someone like Lilim, she always had something to say, always some quip or line to say, but she had none right now, one hand upon the woman's shoulder whilst the other trembled and shook as she tried to cup her daughter's cheek--she had no words, she had no composure, such was her sadness and grief at this predicament. She could not help herself--tears started to fall as she pulled her daughter in close once again. She was evil, she was a demon, she was all that mortal kind hated and loathed--but she was still the mother of this wayward child. Her voice was low as Morgan would no doubt feel the rain of hot tears upon her cheek and shoulder. "You tell me who did this to you," she said, gone was her usual shakespearean accent and form of talking--gone was the pretense of some higher culture and nobility. She was none of that right now--she was just Lilim. "Oh, my dear sweet... if but I had... you tell me what happened--and I will bend every effort to your restoration," she asked, her voice low, yet it held something demons rarely showed to one another. Even here, in such an intimate moment, the word dared not be spoken. But then again, Lilim always threw away demonic culture whenever she wanted. WC: 583 / 950 |
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| Morgan Syn | Oct 17 2017, 12:59 PM Post #4 |
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Morgan recoiled inwardly, taken aback by the kindness being shown to her by one who was above her station, even when she had been in possession of her full power. Chancing a glance upwards, she saw the ethereal light reflected by what appeared to be real tears in the eyes of the Queen. Why would a queen weep for her? She was a disgrace, a succubus who had been corrupted by an angel and forever cursed because of that. Yet how could the Queen not weep for her? To be truly in possession of the power the succubi wielded, one had to be able to get inside their victims, to feel their hopes and dreams in order to turn them into weapons. Was that what the Queen was doing now? Recognising that, in spite of the temporal distortion that Morgan found herself in, Castiel was gone no matter what. She had sacrificed what she was for the one she had chosen and was now left with neither. The battle on Earth was in a state of flux due to the temporal dislocation caused by Castiel's departure. At this point in time, she had both won the battle and lost it. It was a unique situation, the threads of fate having been separated into a tree instead of being tightly woven in an unreadable tapestry. Morgan had seen the path to victory and the path to defeat but was unable to make us of the information because she could not communicate with her past self. In the here and now, the Queen asked who had afflicted her. "I did," she responded simply, "I turned by back on what I am to pursue what I am not. We know the truths of these dangerous liaisons and I did not listen. The angel I fell for is gone and I am left with nothing but a human body and a shadow of the knowledge of what I was." She stood, bringing the Queen with her. Her eyes blazed red with emotion as she dared to look the Queen in the eye once more. "You cannot help me, my Queen. I am forever lost to the lands of the immortal because of my own selfish actions." Morgan looked away for a moment. The dreary landscape seemed to reflect her feelings on the matter of her fall from grace. The infinite abyss of stars beyond were more hopeful and instilled in her a feeling of hope. While she may be condemned to live in this human shell until it died with more permanence than the porous border between this dimensions and the next afforded, what she could do was help her kind to flourish where the rules of Demonkin held much less sway. "But I can help you. I can be your guide through the lands of the mortals, as you lead our kind in the lands of the immortal." WC: 485 / 709 |
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| Bassolarr | Oct 17 2017, 04:53 PM Post #5 |
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The look of shock on the Queen's face was palpable--one hand remained upon her daughter's shoulder, clasped there tightly through affection and concern, while the other tightened into a fist against her heart, her elongated fangs biting into her lower lip as she listened to the words of the woman before her--she had a hard time believing it at first, but then certain... certain notes seemed to hit upon chords she had long forgotten, though the rage deep within her heart always remembered--her quest for vengeance would never allow her to forget, nor did she want to let go of the hatred that fueled her quest for revenge. But in the here and now, she was not a vengeful force, she was not a Queen, but a mother. She once again squeezed her daughter close to her in an embrace that spoke of something far deeper than faked affection or desired manipulation--Lilim was no stranger to pulling at the heart strings of those she wanted to use, playing them like a puppet for a show. But this was something far, far different for her--she could not stand to see her daughter suffer as she was, and the tears did not stop--for the travesty inflicted upon once a beautiful creature was nothing short of the greatest of injustices... and she had done it to herself, for an angel--one she probably loved, one she would have died for... and now, she really would--! "I--I cannot accept that!" she said in a tear-laden strife, only pulling back away from the embrace to lean her forehead against her daughters', a demon's tears knowing no limit nor shortage--she would shed them, because her heart felt something she had not felt in a very, very long time--"But--but your story... it's as one as old as time, dedicating yourself to someone, only for them to disappear, denying you both homes..." she said, shuddering at the end of her statement as her heart tried to wrangle with this surge of emotion and loss--she refused to lose a daughter, no matter how misguided her own actions had been--! Fuck the rules--she was a Queen. "But... and I... I only say this... because I know not yet how to restore you--but your sisters yearn for truest of freedoms--away from the pits of Hell, the howls of the Abyss, to stretch their wings in the rush of free existence. I strive to conquer the lands of the mortal realm to grant them their paradise... "I will see you... you and your soul restored to the way they once were, my darling--but if you want to... to help me and your sisters into this world you now call home..." she said, a sad smile, tears still falling... she could not tolerate such a lower existence for one of her own... but she knew not of how to restore this one to her former glory yet... but if her own daughter was going to make the best of it, she resolved to do the same. WC: 507 / 1457 |
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| Morgan Syn | Oct 18 2017, 03:33 PM Post #6 |
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Morgan fought back her own tears as the Queen held her close. Never in the thousands of years that she had existed had she felt this vulnerable; not even after she was corrupted by Castiel. As the Queen spoke her mind, the truth in her words cut through Morgan like a knife. She spoke as one who understood the stupid mistakes that Morgan had made. She was the Queen of the Succubi after all; perhaps one of Morgan's sisters had made similar stupid mistakes. They would all be dead by now, such was their lot in life after losing the Demonic blessings that hadn't mattered enough until they were already gone. When the Queen spoke of restoring her, Morgan grew uncomfortable. The punishment was hers to bear and one that was rightly bestowed upon her for the betrayal of her kind. There was no coming back from this without further violation of the most sacred of Demonic virtues. Morgan understood what her mother was doing, for that was what Lilim was in this instance. She was the mother of all Succubi as well as their queen and she couldn't see one of them suffering without attempting to make it right. Morgan nodded into her mother's breast, aware of the familiarity of the scent. It reminded her of home, of learning to hone her craft and learning what it meant to be a Demon. In the mortal realm she had been referred to as the Avatar of Sin but in the Demon realm she was one of many sisters who all called the Demon Queen mother. "It would be my honor to help my sisters become a force in this realm. I have sensed some, but my powers in this form are far too week to scry their location properly." WC: 299 / 1,008 |
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| Bassolarr | Oct 18 2017, 05:06 PM Post #7 |
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The face against her bosom, feeling a daughter's face against her flesh... it was a sensation she got from every other daughter she had similarly embraced, that unmistakeable feeling of connection and affection for one of her own. While most of her daughters were not born of her own flesh, they were uplifted from mortal to demon in a way that made them more connected than one could imagine. That was not the case with this one... this one, oh, she remembered the day her lovely daughter had been born, as a single day of such sin and celebration, brought on and adopted by the entire galaxy for one day, brought forth such a magnificent daughter into the world of the Demonic. She had been there, in that moment--so much sin and debauchery had concentrated the energy into a single place, into a single moment. It had been so tempting back then to steal all that energy for herself, to drink upon it and grow stronger still... but then she felt a consciousness within the formless mass, a life that struggled to find a way... and Lilim had instead lit the smallest of torches to guide this one towards her existence. This one was special, always had been--just like Lilim, this one had been born as a demon, not as a mortal first--and, oh, for long moments, Lilim had thought she had found a true daughter, a true demon princess, one that would eventually replace one such as Lilim--as much as Lilim craved the dominion over all mortal life, she knew--she had a feeling that being replaced by one so pure as Morgan would have been the proudest moment of her long, long existence... But only to see her daughter--possibly her favourite daughter--turn from demon to human... it was precisely the reverse of Lilim's traditional route. And it violated so many rules, so much law, to bring a demon back to darkness' grace after sacrificing it of their own free will. But once again, Lilim bit her lower lip with her fangs, drawing blood that swiftly mixed with her tears--she did not care. She wanted her daughter to be happy again, to be free again, to see the colors for all their brilliance, to hear the songs for all their alacrity... Such existence as she was... all she could see were greys and all she could hear were muted tones. It was a travesty... She brought her head down to her daughters, kissing the top of her head and squeezing her tightly before she finally let her daughter speak again, her dedication to her sisters, even after all this, making her even prouder of her daughter--to be human, yet remember from whence she came... oh, Lilim could always tell when someone was made of a far superior cloth than others--and Morgan was made of the finest possible. Even as a mortal, her soul shined with such brilliance. "Worry not, my dearest--the few that wander do so of their own will, searching for their own destinies. The ones too weak to do so--too frightened to do so--I have safely in our darkholme. Their wings aren't strong enough to leave the nest, so I have made them safe... but I want them all to feel the rush of the wind as you have, to feel the excitement of freedom as you have... and if you can guide them to that exhiliration, I know they would love you even more..." she said, trying to hold back another sob--to see her favourite's light dimmed like this... She didn't care what rules she was going to break--she was Lilim, the Queen of Demons. She wasn't going to stand by while her daughter was condemned to death and cold nothingness. She refused! She just had to find a way--she just had to find a time, a place, a power that will be enough to bring her daughter back into the spotlight. She would find it--she refused to give up on that! WC: 667 / 2k+ |
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| Morgan Syn | Oct 20 2017, 03:42 PM Post #8 |
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It had been a long time since the Queen had shown Morgan this sort of vulnerability. The Avatar of Sin could still remember the first breaths she took. Unlike most of her kin, who were wicked in life to the point where they were recruited to spread wickedness in death, Morgan was borne of it. The first person she saw was the Queen and it as Lilim who gave her the name Morgan. Originally she had been known as Morgana D'el Sin but in her "teenage" years had adopted the moniker, Morgan Syn. She felt it was more suited to someone of her unique existence. The visions of the battle were intensifying with the threads of fate drifting closer to a singular timeline that would not remember the rest. One android was dead, as was the page boy whose name Morgan never knew. Castiel's last request had at least been partially ignored, yet Morgan found herself without remorse. Had the angel truly been erased from existence, even as far as from her own heart? Darkholme. The word conjured images of gothic architecture and petrified stone forests filled with dark corners for doing dark deeds. If it was of the Queen's design there was little doubt that it would be perfect. "I am yours to command, my Queen," she said, "nothing would please me more than to help my sisters experience the freedom that I was able to experience before everything went awry." Word Count: 242 / 1,250 Human Bonus / Gem of Telepathy |
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