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'Til I Tear Your Walls | 'Til I Slave Your Hearts; Active | Closed | Mature
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[dohtml]<center><div style="width: 375px; text-align:justify;"><br>Blagden releases my hands and steps forward, his own hands going to cup my face as he tells me he hopes this is not just a fantasy. "No," I laugh softly as I shake my head just slightly, my fingers going to gently curl over his wrists as I gaze up into his sea prism eyes, those parings of blue and green overrun by tears. "No dream. I've just finally woken up in reality," I assure with a smile of disbelief, my emotions coalescing. I am disappointed…infuriated with myself for giving in so easily, and yet at the same time, my heart is too elated to truly feel any fury or irritation. How can I, when Blagden's face is filled with so much joy, I can almost forgot the things I've subjected him to…the nightmares that have happened between us? I'm beginning to see now that the only way to atone for what I've done is to continue this. Continue to keep him happy, to keep his heart light. No more lies, only love.


<br><br>I would not need to use my magic to predict that Blagden would not accept my apology, at least in the sense that there is reason for one. But as he speaks, and tenderly brushes his hand against my dry pallid locks, he talks of the consequences of love, and I am reminded that I am not the only one between us who has sinned. Blagden never sought to hurt me the way I did him, it is true. But he hurt others, casting my kind into the darkness where I had lost him. "I feel the same," I say in almost a whisper, a small smile on my lips as I let him know that I could never condemn him for his actions either. It was cruel and unlike his true self, but I of all people know how love can toss a shroud over the most upright morals.


<br><br>It is good to hear him speak of us, however. For so long, I had avoided this thought. I tread carefully around it, always trying to find another way, always trying to banish it from my thoughts and yet here I am, accepting it all at once--and the world hasn't fallen out of balance. Somewhere inside of me, I feel that the fear still exists, that the welcoming of love at last will alter me…but it is just as Blagden said. We are what matter, and together…we'll be all right. We have waited so long for it to happen…we've endured everything there is to endure, and so I know that any struggle borne from being together can be defeated.


<br><br>With Blagden's assurance that regardless of what happens, I will always remain his angel, I feel heat rush to my cheeks…embarrassment. All those times when he complimented me before, I had a hard shell wrapped tightly around me, so committed to refusing any bit of endearment he threw my way, but now that I can accept it, I find that it makes me feel warm, and a little silly. I cannot recall any time before when anyone's made me feel this way. It is only him. "Hush," I murmur sheepishly, the faintest pink just barely perceptible on my cheeks as my forehead scrunches, a helpless smile on my lips as I experience something I never have before…and something that I can look forward to in my illuming future.


<br><br>He tells me he loves me, something I've known for centuries and yet had always turned away from. I've heard Blagden say it in the past, but never like this. Never so wholly content, undaunted, never so whole. My expression becomes adoring, and in all my years I have never known greater happiness than in this moment. I have seen scores of mortals and immortals, and their lives and relationships alike. I have seen Lord Hades gaze upon his queen, I have seen a family of mortals playing and laughing on the banks of a river. I have even seen Psyche and Eros. But all of this was nothing to me, for it had never been mine, the way this moment is, the way Blagden is. My eyes sting again, tears coursing down my cheeks by the time he calls me his morning star and pulls in closer than ever before, and I feel our damp cheeks meet…but not before our lips.


<br><br>It's gentle and heartfelt, the sincerity of this instant and our love radiating amidst the warmth of it. It reaches into even the darkest fissures of my heart, thawing them into nonexistence as I almost feel as if there was never anything wrong between us in the past. The kiss is brief, a precursor, and yet when he begins to pull away, I sneak another brief kiss--a peck--before it finishes, and we both separate with smiles like children, carefree at last. It's difficult to believe this is all real and it's happened so fast and so slow,


<br><br>Blagden laughs afterwards and promptly runs his finger along my jawline, his own skin streaked with dirt when he finishes, causing me to join in his laughter. He speaks of spoiling me, which I am ready to decline for it's not in my nature to be one for pampering, but my attention is quickly diverted after his next statement. "You built this for us?" I repeat, my voice cracking at the last word…the most important word. My brows knit together as he takes my hand and almost begs to do it, as if being kind to me would be the greatest honor. "I am yours," I relinquish to the idea of cosseting, because if that is truly what he has dreamed of, I won't subject him to any argument or fussing. I soon find myself laughing again, and it's so strange, for it's been years since I've truly found humor in anything and now everything in the world seems so light.

<br><br>"You've always said my name is false," I start, shaking my head, remembering how he learned that all Erinyes had names based on sins, and mine signified cupidity. "But now I think it could be true, for you make me feel greedy, Blagden." The words were meant to be humorous at first, but I do mean it, for in many ways I know I will never be completely deserving of him. "One might think I saved you in your youth just so I could have you now." My lips pinch together light-heartedly.
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<BR>Everything seems like the complete opposite of the real world in these moments. It's as if I am living my dreams, the ones which glow faintly around the edges with a warm light, the ones where Avaris and I were one, where love embraced us completely, and smiles lit up our faces as often as the leaves rustled on an autumn evening. They were always just that however. Dreams. They were either shrouded in eventual darkness where she was stolen away from me, or I would simply awaken, drenched in sweat, and consumed by the overwhelming sense of dread, of loneliness. Soon, tears would meet with the droplets upon my face as I stared up at the canopy, allowing the darkness to consume me, to coat my tortured heart, and once the morning came to be, I would take care of twice the Erinyes as usual.

<br><br>Sometimes, I would dream of this beautiful life when I was awake, all by myself, allowing my mind to wander and put together a life that was our own, filled with warmth and devotion, where her touch was familiar and I could keep her in my arms each night and morning and every moment in between. This was a torture I could control, and I indulged in it, drinking it in like the god's luscious nectar, because when I truly lost myself, it was when I felt true happiness again, when I believed it could be real. It was mere minutes of bliss, nothing more, and of course, it was never enough. It wasn't the real thing. It was only my imagination, and the visions would end and I'd be back to the beginning, alone, with an agonized heart that could only be cured by one thing, and that was her love, something I thought may never be apart of my life.

<br><br>Yet, here she is standing, becoming one with me, our love exposed and grasping for the other. I do not need to dream any longer. I will not require visions of what could be but rather I can simply relive memories of what has already occurred. Everything is such succulent perfection. The way she grabbed another kiss from me after I had already pulled away truly informs me that this is no dream, for that has never been done before in any of my visions. Imagining her kissing me was difficult enough, as much as I craved for it, but for her to be like this, to be so light and happy and in love, with me and all because of me is more than I could ask for. I grin with the brightness of a thousand suns as I look down upon her, feeling lighter than I have in my entire life. I forget the pain, the emptiness, and the darkness. In these times, it is only me and her. It is only us, and it is nirvana.

<br><br>"For us." I murmur after her, confirming what I've said. This castle was meant to be for the both of us. "I suppose it seemed warmer in the beginning." I admit softly, almost as if I'm ashamed. It is filled with comfort, art, both open and intimates spaces, lots of windows, and our room facing the rising sun with an immense balcony to enjoy it on. It's never felt right sleeping there, because it's always been our room, but allowing it to collect dust was as if I had given up on the idea of us together, and I wouldn't allow that. Some of it's charm has fallen in the many passing years, but that will now change. "It'll be far greater once you give it your own favored touch." I did what I could to make it pleasing for her, to make it a home she would dream of, but without her there I had to rely on the small tidbits she had told me here and there in the past, and only hope that what I produced was a welcoming home for her. However, in the end, it's really no matter, for I will change whatever she wants altered, with the snap of my fingers. Whatever she wants, I will give her.

<br><br>She finally gives in to my offer to spoil her, saying that she is mine, and a broad grin replaces my simple smile, as I lean down and nuzzle my temple against her own, feeling her blood pump against mine, "You are mine." I whisper in her ear, "As I am yours. Entirely at your disposal, my queen." I press my lips to her cheekbone before I pull away to gaze upon her face, taking in the remnants of her last bit of laughter, her chuckle the sound of birds awakening in the spring to my ears. I cannot recall the last time I heard her laugh, never mind this often. It is truly bliss.

<br><br>She speaks of her wrongly defined name being true, for she feels greedy now, wanting me as she does, and her words make my face light up as a string of laughter escapes, causing my eyes to scrunch up, the baby blues alight and filled with a happiness they've missed for quite some time. "You flatter me with your greed." I brush back some of her starchy locks, precious with the strands as if they are made of actual silk. "I believe I've always been the truly greedy one however." I let out a nearly theatrical sigh. "Wanting you for myself since day one, but how could I resist someone so spectacular?" I compliment with ease, for making her feel good makes me joyous, because she is incredible and she means every bit of the world to me.

<br><br>"Come. Lets get you cleaned up." I lean down to kiss the corner of her lips, letting the feel of my lips linger there as I pull away and give her a teasing smirk, before I grip her hand and start to lead her out of the room, down a grand hallway and up an immense spiraling staircase. "You are welcome to go anywhere at all. This is your home after all." I smile to myself as I say these words, my mind nearly fuzzy from how surreal it all seems. "Besides the occupied bedrooms, of course. I'm sure the servants and Rowen appreciate privacy." I wonder briefly how I am going to explain all this to Rowen. It's not going to be easy, for I know he's going to feel betrayed, but I can only hope I can make him understand. "There is every room you can imagine here. A couple of libraries, studies, an art room, even a ballroom." I shake my head, since that poor room gathers the most dust, but maybe someday it will be of use. "Feel free to explore, and let me know if there is anything you would like added or taken away."

<br><br>I lead her into the grand master bathroom that is attached to our bedroom, the room decorated with golds and browns, with a claw foot tub double the size of the norm with a shelf above it lined with oils and lotions made by my own hand, the softest towels and linens hanging about, and a stained glass window above the tub that makes up a picture of the sun and moon side by side. I stroll over to the tub and run my fingertips along the edge, causing the clearest of spring waters to being to seep magically from the sides, filling the tub until it gets to my desired location. As it fills, I walk over to the counter and wave my hand upon it, and soon a white silken under dress and such appears, brand new and folded neatly. "I will leave you now." I say regretfully as I turn to face her, hating to say such words, but it is not as if I'm sticking around. We are together, yes, but that does not mean she would want me around whilst she bathes. I respect her and will not assume such a thing. Besides, I've never even been with a woman before in that way or any way, in all of my years, for she was the only one I had eyes for. My still pure heart can only tread lightly on the situation.

<br><br>"I will be waiting for you in there." I gesture to a door opposite the one we came through as I walk back over to her. "Meet me there and you can choose whatever gown suits you." A tender smile crosses my lips as I take her chin in between my fingertips and lean down to kiss her, nearly giddy over the fact that I may now do that whenever I please, but attempting to be calm and collected all the while. "Take as long as you like." I instruct as I pull away, wanting her to relax and relish in the warm water and the quiet. I place a single peck upon her forehead before I head for the door, turning around and offering her a smile before I close the door behind me, leaving her until she is done.

<br><br>I sit upon our large bed of silks and satins that always seemed far too massive for just myself, and I let out a breath, my heart feeling as if it will burst out of my chest. I feel my throat swell as I think over the past instants, each of them flashing through my mind. It's all so glorious. She's actually in the room beside me, getting cleaned up so that I may dress her in fine garments and spoil her like the precious queen she was meant to be. I am able to hold her and kiss her as easily as breathing. I know she loves me. She's here. She's mine. After all I've been through, after all of my struggle for her, to finally be here is absolutely overwhelming, and I begin to cry. My lips tremble as the tears wash over my bottom lids, my chest heaving as my mirth takes over my senses, and all I can do is weep like a child who has been reunited with his parents after becoming lost in the dark forests.

<br><br>I do manage to pull myself together, for I know Avaris will not be taking very long despite the fact that I told her to take her time. I sniff and wipe my eyes, but they stay glossy despite keeping my emotions in check. I have to focus on breathing and listening for any sounds of her coming through the wall. Soon, I hear her getting out and padding her way across the marble floors, and my eyes turn to her as the door opens, a closed pleasant smile filling my lips as I take in the sight of her clean flushed face, damp hair, and sleek form in her ivory under dress that nearly matches her silvery locks. I quickly stand, brushing myself off in a nervous manner, "I-I hope you enjoyed yourself." I state sincerely before I come over to her and place my sizable hand over the middle of her back, leading her towards a section of mirrors upon the wall etched with filigree designs. I step forward to open two of the panels, in order to showcase a closet of hanging gowns, skirts, blouses, boots and other such things, all in her size, at her disposal, whether she prefers elegant, casual, or something in between. "I feel I've become quite acquainted with your taste in clothing, so hopefully one of these will suit you, my lady."

<br><br>Suddenly, I find myself compelled to be closer to her, and I step around her, my chest to her back as I run my hands down her arms, looking upon her in the reflection of the mirror. "Though I must warn you, you may look so ravishing you'll have to scrub my melted heart off of this floor." I say with a soft chuckle before I lean down and press a kiss upon the top of her head. I release my gentle hands and I allow her to search through the clothing, watching her with constant admiration, my voice slightly distracted as I speak, "If there are any questions you have, my sun, please do not hesitate to ask... About anything or for anything." I will give her whatever she likes, whether it be material things or merely answers. They are hers.
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[dohtml]<center><div style="width: 375px; text-align:justify;"><br> "It's warm now," I assure gently, smiling back at him, dismissing his chagrin. It is much finer than I could have ever planned. I know little of architecture and decor…my time, my focus, having always been on other tasks. Blagden mentions giving the palace my own favored touch, causing me to shake my head, lips quirking into a look of almost embarrassment. "You'd have to give me time to develop a preference, my lord," I murmur. "I've never had reason to, before." I never, ever dreamed of having my own house, and picking out rooms and fabrics and all those sort of…human things. Always on the move, always having to think of where to go next and who I was searching for…it left little time to think about things as simple as what I liked. And yet, hundred of years ago, one boy cared to ask. And he turned out to be the only entity that would always remain there at the heart of things I loved. "Before you."

<br><br>I gaze back at him when he pulls back from the kiss after his whisper tickled my skin, staking claim on me as well as giving me claim to himself. A humorous smile touches my face again, and I draw closer. "Then I will take care, for this will be the most precious thing any being could own," I respond in my sotto voce, for I mean every word of it. An Erinyes has few possessions, so the ones she does hold onto are always ones of the deepest importance. But all mine are dust when held to Blagden's light.

<br><br>Always with a gentle heart, Blagden assures me that he is the greedy one between us, an idea that makes me laugh. It's impossible for him. He has never had a selfish bone in his body. "How could you possibly have room for greed?" I tease through laughter, with a feigned trace of defiance in my face, asking him to prove me otherwise. "You are already too occupied with your goodness to have space for other things, never mind something as monstrous as greed." I shake my head, finding the concept all too farfetched and yet so like him to say. He'd defend me even against my unkind words towards myself, no matter how small or in jest they'd be.

<br><br>We head off to go get me cleaned up, which sounds like a nice enough notion, after all those long days of travel. But while Blagden starts listing the rooms and such, I find my thoughts distracted after he mentioned Rowen. He who sold his soul to capture creatures like…he who utterly hates me and Erinyes alike, and who lived his life serving a master he believed felt the same. How will it be now, when he discovers the truth is so altered? I feel like his whole world will be changed…this boy who tread on the wrong path. And I fear for him, because that sort of realization destroys lesser men. But with Blagden to mollify him, and time itself…he could make it through.

<br><br>Blagden takes me to the bathroom, getting everything ready in all the chamber's splendor and then kissing me farewell, leaving me smiling like a silly girl from the village in the springtime before he disappears behind those doors. I stand before the bath and begin to disrobe, undoing the strings and easily slipping out of the coarse material and setting it all aside before I step into the water. It smells of rose and lavender, and I hold my breath and allow myself to completely submerge under the surface, eyes remaining open, catching the reflecting colors below. Beneath the blankets of water, I stare at the stained glass window in all its distorted beauty through the ripples. The sun, and the moon…only one could be in the sky at a time, and thus, they were always missing each other, both passing by and searching for one another at the same time. The parallel goes without saying. Blagden may call me his sun, but the sun only brightens the glory that already exists. I'm not of the same value to him as he is to me, because he gives me purpose. A reason to be. He is my moon and stars, the only thing in my world of night that matters. I know he'd disagree, however, so I keep these thoughts bundled tightly within and count my blessings.

<br><br>I only take a couple of minutes to bathe--Erinyes never being skilled with leisure. I slip into the delicate chemise and head into the other room. And for a moment, I'm stunned by it…the grand bed, the mirrors…and beyond glass doors, I can see a balcony. Through my many years, I had been to many estates, even those of high kings, but I've never seen anything as fine as this. "Yes, thank you," I respond, though my voice is a bit far off, my eyes still wandering. I come back when his hand rests at my back, however. "It's so…beautiful here…everywhere in the castle," I tell him with utmost sincerity, expression rapt.

<br><br>I start to smile as Blagden says he believes the clothes will be to my liking. "Sometimes I believe you know me better than I know myself," I murmur, shaking my head as I laugh lightly, hand going to cup his chin as I join him before the wardrobe. I find myself staring at the reflection in the mirror with him. The sight of us together…it's so very strange. These pale immortals, one tall, with hair like night, the other, small, with hair like light. It looks like the painting of some ancient ballad. We are the moon and the sun. I just pray that I'll never burn him.

<br><br>These harrying thoughts disappear when Blagden speaks up, falsely forewarning me of melting instead. "Even if I did," I turn towards him, one hand gently grasping at his fingers as they travel down my arm, the other, placing itself on his chest and fiddling with the fabric. "It would do little damage. You have more than one heart, my moon and stars," I say with coy smile. "Tens, twenties…hundreds, even." All that benevolence and warmth would need plenty of space. It is no ordinary soul that kisses the top of my head, making my smile radiate into something of peace, true peace, for the first time in hundreds of years.

<br><br>I finally go to look at the clothing, and the first thing I notice is the texture of it. It's all so impossibly soft and silken, as if it's not even from this world. The array of colors varies, not only from dress to dress, but in the light itself, the material capturing a range of tints when held differently in my hands, almost like my own eyes. "It's as if some seamstress sewed together the fabrics of the sea and stars, and all things in between," I almost whisper, as my hand passes over a robe, a tunic, unable to choose just one. It's been a long time since I've even had the chance to wear anything like this. Before I can decide, Blagden asks if I have any questions, or if I need anything, immediately bringing out another smile on my face, because in so many ways…he's still the boy I left in Falador, always so eager to please, to just be good, just when you think he couldn't be any kinder.

<br><br>I stop my browsing, turning around to face him. "I don't want anything," I tell him, that nostalgic-sweet smile still on my face. "Not right now." My hands grasp at his larger ones as I stare up into his sea-glass eyes, my expression rapturous. "Today, there should only be happiness." To seal this bliss, I lean forward, rising on my toes as I kiss him, hands still knotted together in between us. No questioning or talks of darker times. I know that I want to find out everything that happened with him in the last decades, and I'm sure he has much to ask me, but for now…for this one moment, I just want to revel in the pure joy and sheer gratitude I feel that we've finally reunited, and for once, all is well, or I will pretend it to be so, casting aside all the details of Erinyes and hunters. Today, for just this once, I let myself be a fool.

<br><br>Then I return to getting dressed, though one hand continues to hold his until I need both to change. I end up choosing a dress made of some milky white material that faded into a briny, translucent, turquoise. A miraculous blend of cloth, adorned with simple pins and strings of pearls…the gown makes it look as if I had waded in the ocean, and the sea had left the imprint of its essence on my dress. I leave the shoes behind, preferring to be barefoot when I can. "Thank you," I express my gratitude for all the clothes, the shared palace, everything--and I'm reminded of how Blagden feared thanking me too much when I first rescued him. The roles have switched, and yet, my thumb goes to brush across his cheekbone affectionately, the same way it did in those days.
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<BR>Oh, what delight it brings me when I see how much the selection before her pleases her. I would not provide her any old gowns and tunics. She would only get the best, the sort that no one else had a hold of. Each one was tailored directly to her measurements, all from unfailing memory. "It is all made from my own hand, my angel. Each is a reflection of your own incredible beauty. Only nature itself can match it, hence why it reminds you of it." I press my lips together as I attempt to dilute a smile, but up my cheeks go, creating sharp lines around my mouth. Some may think I merely flatter, but I only speak the truth. I don't say such things just to be nice. Never have I laid eyes upon another and rendered them more beautiful than the woman before me. The only other entity that can knock the breath from my chest and stop the beat of my heart is the early morning sunrise, twinkling gently against the soft blue river, hence the view from my, or shall I say, our balcony.

<br><br>Despite my gracious offer, she wants nothing from me, or at least not now. What else could I expect? I smile tenderly as she does, my hands pulsating with warmth as she embraces them, and my thumbs do not hesitate to caress against her velvet skin. She states that there should only be happiness this day, and my eyes scrunch up in pure delight, my towering frame lowering slightly to meet her in her proposed kiss. Our lips form to one another, and my long fingers wrap about her tiny hands securely, my mouth tingling with such blissful sensation that I must smile, breaking our kiss. I turn sheepish, a blush of pink filling my cheeks, and it's as if I'm that little boy from so long ago all over again. "And happiness you shall have, goddess of mine. Happiness we shall have." I correct myself, releasing one hand to brush through her silvery blonde locks, drying them as I do, allowing each tendril to fluff and shine as it did in the height of our younger days together. With that, I allow her to turn away to that she may dress, though I stay close behind her until she releases my other hand to actually change.

<br><br>I idolize each curve of her body as the slinky fabric crawls over her body as she slips it on, and I do not hesitate to help her adjust it, making sure it sits properly upon her precious anatomy. I adore her reflection through the looking glass, drinking in her petite frame, enjoying the way I am so much bigger than her. Oh, how I can protect her, in more ways than physically now. She will be safe with me.

<br><br>Unfortunately, she may not be safe from me, but I cannot think of that now. I could never harm her. My afflictions will not fight through this happiness.

<br><br>She turns to face me, and she thanks me, the way I thanked her all those decades ago, those centuries ago, and yet it feels as if it was yesterday. Her hand comes to my cheek, and I lean into it, taken right back to those sweet days, when I was truly pure. As of now, I do not regret was has happened between then and now, because I have her back, just as I had wished. "You thank me for nothing." I shake my head as I look down upon her with peaceful eyes. "You deserve it all, my queen, my destiny, my fate." I whisper, and then a broad smile lights up my face, a curt chortle escaping, "Oh, my darling." I take the slightest step forward, one hand snaking about her slender waist and pulling her against my lean frame, causing me to tuck my chin down to my chest so I may continue to look at her. "I will always be thanking you, for providing me a felicity that man and creature can only dream of grasping." My other hand comes up and with a smooth twist of my fingers, a water lily emerges out of thin air, and I place it into her hair, "But we must not speak of who deserves more or who should be more grateful." I smile knowingly, for both of us know we could go on for years upon years about such subjects, being the humble beings we are.

<br><br>"Instead, we should go forth and begin enjoying the rest of our lives together." I run my fingers down, stroking just beneath her jaw before I maneuver down her neck and over her shoulder as I gaze upon her, but this only lasts for but a moment. I gravitate down towards her, passing her lips and tilting my head before I move in, my mouth meeting the side of her svelte neck, my hand about her waist finding her back, keeping her against me. My kisses work faintly, a whisper of a touch, though strong enough to spread a sensation through her. My lips work upward, over her jaw and cheeks, before they decline and meet her lips in a genial kiss. I precede with it for a few seconds longer before I pull back and I smile, my hand grabbing her own and my fingers lacing with hers, "Let me show you the rest of the castle. You should get to know your new home, my beloved." With a mirthful and nearly boyish chortle, I lead her out of the bedroom, my heart beating so fast. I am entirely wrapped up in these moments. There is so much I want to share with her. There is so much time to make up for. Oh, it's all so glorious now. Nothing can stop us in this sweet time.

<br><br>That is what I foolishly think, blinded by my happiness, when we spring our way into the throne room, the hub of our castle, and there stands Rowen near the Western hall. I freeze in place, and almost like an instinct, my arm envelops about my sun, grasping her close beside me. "Rowen." I breathe, my moonstone eyes growing wide, soon becoming panicked. I had forgotten about Rowen, swept up in the reunion, but now I must face reality, my feet touching the ground again.

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<BR>You could say my curiosity nagged at me, wondering what the dark lord could want with such a particular Erinyes. His determination for me to bring her to him makes me think she might have been the Erinyes who destroyed him. I am nearly jealous. I wish I could come upon the monster who stole my parents away from me. It would be such satisfying victory to know it would suffer after vanquishing two loving and innocent people who far from deserved it. The sadistic and angry part of me wishes to not only take him to the realm of nothing that has become the Erinyes prison, but to torture him beforehand as well. I don't know how or for how long, but I'm bloodthirsty for it... Though deep down, I suppose I know I wouldn't go through with that, as much I'd want to. If I did it, I'd only be as bad as the man I was torturing. If there is one thing I can be grateful for, it's that he didn't drag out my parents' death.

<br><br>I am sure that my master was not merely taking the pleasure of banishing this Erinyes himself. He was going to do something else. Maybe this one did deserve punishment, and so I wonder what sort of torture she was deserving of. I know this can only occur if Lord Blagden allows the darkness to fulfill him, something he hates to do willingly, but I know him well enough to know that he would never bring agony upon anyone in his natural conscious. He is too good a man. This makes me cautious of attempting to witness the punishment, for I don't want to get stuck in the heat of it, but I know I have done nothing wrong. I brought the Erinyes to him as swiftly as I could. There is nothing to fault me for, so I believe I can be safe.

<br><br>I make my way towards the throne room, cautious at first, but as my ears fall upon silence, my pace quickens. I pull back the curtains as I reach the entrance, only to see that the room is empty. Where could he have taken her? There is no place more suitable for punishment than in the grand throne room, with it's inky solid marble floors and remarkable size. My dark brows furrow as I stand there, pausing, attempting to listen for any sounds of yelling and screaming, but instead, I soon hear laughter and light footsteps. My head quickly turns to the sound, and to my absolute shock, I see the dark lord and the creature, hand in hand, an incredible amount of happiness and love pooled in their eyes and drenching their faces and body language. They stop once they see me, and Blagden seems to realize what I am witnessing, and how impossible it is, after all I've been told. I feel confused, angry, and saddened, all at once, and I burst.

<br><br>"What is this?!" I shout, my emerald eyes emitting a sudden fire as I step forward, heat licking at my neck and face. "You have me bring you an Erinyes, the creatures you have had me hunt down for years, so that you may frolic and snog with her?! We hate them, Blagden!" I forget all formalities and titles now. "We loathe and despise them." I growl, unable to take the way he pulls her so close to him, the way he wants to protect her. "And here you stand, holding one in your arms like she's your bloody fairy tale princess!" I spat, and I fail to realize that tears have sprouted in my eyes, my rims growing red. "What is this, Blagden?! What are these lies you've told me from day one?! Why have I been doing this for you?! Who the bloody Hell is she?!"

<br><br>"Rowen, this is..." My lord, the owner of my soul, pauses, trying to find words, calm and collected for now. I don't even fear the darkness now. I am far too angered and betrayed to have room for fear. He lets go of the monster, instead moving her slightly behind his regal form before he steps forward, lifting his hands up in a defensive manner. "Rowen, I know what I have made you believe in these past years has been wrong. I have no excuses, but I do have my reasons." He presses one hand forward to indicate that he wants to continue. "When I told you an Erinyes stole something from me, I did not lie. Avaris stole my very heart. I belonged to her. I still do. I was a pathetic fool in love with an entity I could not touch." Tears sting at his own eyes, and they are a mixture of regret and delight, the latter I am guessing because he has her now. "We have a past, a mighty one at that. Avaris is the reason I sold my own soul for immortality, and the reason why I... Am the way I am."

<br><br>He knows I know what he mean by that, but I wonder why he doesn't say it, but it soon dawns on me that Avaris has not a clue about his darkness. "I have been searching for her since my departure from the Underworld. My powers are able to track Erinyes, but I have not a clue who they are specifically. Darling boy, when you came to me at so young an age, and with such anger, I took advantage of it. Yes. I made you an offer, but I also offered for you to stay, with no power, with no ability to hurt the Erinyes, for nothing at all. You chose selling your soul to me, and I did as you wanted. However, this does not justify a thing." I can easily see he is angry with himself now. "I was a desperate man full of rage and sorrow." He tells me through gritted teeth as he gestures to himself, hot tears burning in his eyes. "I was willing to do so much to get her back, even if it meant doing what I did to you." He begins to walk towards me, and I brace myself as I stand there silently, but it does not stay that way for long.

<br><br>"What makes her so different, eh? Why her? Is she the only Erinyes to elicit such love and devotion?!" I move towards him, meeting him the rest of the way with heavy steps. "The Erinyes race is sickening and unfair. They kill the innocent. They feed off souls! How could you love someone who does that? HOW?!" I can feel the veins pulsating in my neck and temples, fists clenching. "She's a malicious soul sucking wen-"

<br><br>"Don't you dare speak of her that way, boy." Blagden scowls at me, his voice becoming rough and dark, identical to the way he sounds when the darkness overcomes him, except this time his eyes are clear. He really care for this woman. "She is more caring and pure than you could ever wish to be! She saved my life!" He hisses, closing the short distance between us, the two inches he has above me seeming like so much more right now. "The Erinyes are a required race, one of peace. Yes. I should have told you long ago the truth about them, but I have become selfish and rash in my long and harrowing years, Rowen Creed. I used you. It was the only way! Without you, it might have been another eternity before I found her!" He takes in a heavy breath, looking away from me with regretful eyes. He continues on, this time much more softly.

<br><br>"I know it means nothing to you, but I thank you, Rowen, for all that you have done for me. You have brought me back the love of my life. You have brought me my sun." He smiles sadly at me, eye shifting back to my own, and I feel that I've cooled down. I am still hurt and betrayed, but knowing what I know of Blagden, his intention were not entirely his own. "And now that I have found her, I must stop the other hunters from bringing forth anyone else, and I must release all those we have trapped." I can see he doesn't want to when he ganders longingly behind his shoulder at this Avaris. If he had it his way, he'd probably never leave the Erinyes' side, but he is the only one who can release them. I don't entirely believe him when he says they are a peaceful race. I saw what one did to my parents. How many others like that one are out there?

<br><br>"I hate to ask you this, Rowen, but if I am to go off and tend to my wrongdoings, I need someone to watch over Avaris. I want her safe." He gives me a trusting smile, "You are the only hands I would put her in beside my own." He rests his hands on my shoulders, "If you do not despise me, Rowen, I would greatly appreciate this."

<br><br>I swallow, my eyes flickering down to the ebony floor before they meet his eyes once more, and like so many times before, I forgive him, the only guardian, the only friend I've had in over ten years. We are so different. I am so distant from all out of fear of pain and he is so insanely in love with some creature, who he withstood all that agony for, who he sacrificed his entire self for. I can't understand that, but I do care for Blagden, despite all of his wrongdoings, despite the lies. He has been there for me, even though he didn't have to be. Technically, I can't say no, for I am still indebted to him until I capture the one who killed my parents, but I don't want to say no. I'm curious now, about Avaris, about these so called peaceful Erinyes, but I don't let it show. Instead, I simply nod in response, looking at him in a way I know he'll take as things being okay between us, though in the back of my mind I am still simmering.

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<BR>I nod to Rowen, giving his shoulders a squeeze and mouthing a thank you to him before I release him and turn towards Avaris. "I have long overdo business to attend to, my angel." With an abrupt wave of my hand, the three of us are basked in the blinding sun as we stand near the stables, stoic white, brown, and black horses standing before us, some tended to by a few of my servants. I have changed my wardrobe, my clothing more suitable for riding, and I lift my hand towards the servants, gesturing for them to bring forth my horse. A male nods before opening the gate to my black mare, and the creature comes forth, right to my side. I thank the servant before my hands find the horse's neck, petting her gently.

<br><br>"We will go horse riding together soon, I promise." I smile over at her, gesturing for her to come closer to the creature, knowing of her love for animals. "You have your own horse waiting for you in the stables. The only pure white steed." I murmur, leaning towards her a bit with an excited smile that I fail to suppress. "But, for now, I must go. I shall be back before the night falls too deep." I reach up and stroke my fingers along her cheek, my tips covered in the smooth leather of my riding glove. "Tell Rowen anywhere you would like to go. I have appointed him as your guard, but you have complete freedom, my sweets." I grin brightly before I sweep my fingers down towards my palm, a saddle appearing on the horse, all ready to go. I grip the reins and step into the nearest foothold, heaving myself up with ease. I maneuver the horse so that the side of the beast faces her, and I gaze upon her with a soft sigh, "I will miss you, but once I am back, all shall be right and we can live in our bliss." I reach down, wanting to take her hand, and once she gives it to me, I lift it to my lips as I lean down and place a ginger kiss upon it. "I love you, my morning grace." I hesitantly let her go before I sit up straight, looking to Rowen and giving him a firm nod before I lightly dig my heels into the mare's sides, causing her to shoot forward at a moderate speed, leaving Rowen and Avaris on their own once again.
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