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RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night.

Posted by The EmpressFor group archive 5
The Empress
GM, 351 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Tue 15 Jan 2019
at 07:53
  • msg #20

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

"I didn't say they were tacky, I said they were bland!" Ophelia said. "They don't have enough personality to be tacky."

She thanked you as you repaired her weapon and granted her armor.

"Oh, I could use them, I think. I inherited talents as well as powers from you and mother. I got mom's magic aptitude, and both set of mundane skills at a basic level. I also pick them up very quickly, but will need a very good teacher if I am to get to your level. Would you just happen to know one?"

The Goddess of Antideath was a beacon of light - surely any realm other than Erebus, it would have been blinding. As it was, it was merely excellent illumination. It was strange to see the colors of things in Erebus - while muted, the earth here was rocky and held a distinct reddish tent, indicating high iron content. As she walked, the shadows writhed as if in pain, twisting, expanding, rupturing as the sheer amount of positive energy her aura radiated scorched the earth and dissolved the unliving soil. This was no Lifebringer.

"So you've come, Paternal Shade. I am honored; the Undying Light greets you."

Her aura dimmed, then dimmed further, as the approached the shadow-crafted meeting point. Even with her aura extending no further than her person, the positive energy was very slowly melting the braziers. She halted; unlike you, she had brought no other with her. Foolhardiness, or confidence?

"Will you make terms for an alliance? I do mean the end of true death. I care nothing for the transmission of petty souls from other realms to yours. I mean to end entropy. To slay Charon, to drain the River Styx, that we may reign forever, and the Mad will quail impotently before our invincibility."
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Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 34 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Tue 15 Jan 2019
at 10:50
  • msg #21

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Nodding at his daughter, "I guess I would be that teacher, I suppose."

Watching the beacon of light drowning his realm and bring it color as the shadows and energy of the realm recoiled.

Bezaleel's eyes tightened looking at her aura. That, would be a problem.

Getting off of the horse, Bezaleel's double did not make any strong movement towards her.

"I see. You know, death is beyond just Charon's existence. It is a rule. A law of the tree and nature. To be outside of such a thing is one of their lack of rules."

Circling her in distance he continued to speak, "I have given it some thought. If you want my alliance and wisdom on the matter. I would know what power you have at your call other than that of your aura of... Positivity."

Stopping his movement he faced her, standing exactly on the other side of her, opposite of where he started.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:08, Tue 15 Jan 2019.
The Empress
GM, 358 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Tue 15 Jan 2019
at 21:57
  • msg #22

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Marilla, Lady of Antideath

Saesin stirred in discomfort. The positive energy was for the undead what a freezing gale would be for the living.

"I share a similar view. I would enjoy seeing what powers you possess, aside from the manipulation of shadows. What say you to a friendly spar?"

Ophelia turned and coughed, signing to you from beneath her jacket. "Me."

You had sent a shadow-double that would doubtlessly show itself as a false image if you got too close to the full force of Marilla's aura. Ophelia would have no such issue, and she was your daughter, as this goddess was the Greenfather's. A sensible avenue of reasoning.

Then again, Ophelia might very will eat this goddess if she won, friendly spar or no. She'd been contrite with Skeles after being told off by you, but convincing her that pre-emptively killing Marilla was wrong would probably be a hard sell.

But, she was here to see how you did things, and seemed to be aligning more and more closely to you. Perhaps she'd behave.
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Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 42 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Tue 15 Jan 2019
at 22:24
  • msg #23

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Bezaleel rubbed his chin some. "I feel there to be no merit in a duel. A simple explanation and exchange would be sufficient. If you are itching to prove your metal. It seems my daughter is eager to test you. Before we continue, I do have a few questions to ask you. In turn you may ask me the same amount you answer. After that you can have your spar."

Walking along circling more, he continued to speak, "Firstly, I have no definite entry to Erebus. I have no portals to the valley or a solid anchor to any realm. How was it you made your way here, and how long did it take you. Do you have means of exiting? As well, do you hold any other gods as allies in your quest."

Making his way back to his people and daughter, he pet the Sable. Awaiting her answer.
The Empress
GM, 359 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Tue 15 Jan 2019
at 22:49
  • msg #24

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

"How did I arrive, how long did it take, means of exiting, allies. Four questions."

"My realm, Subere, is of a kind to yours. It is a light that shines above, pouring life and souls into realms is passes by. Allowing me entry into those realms, as well. It took a few days. Returning may very well be difficult; I would need to await this realm's intersection of my own.

I do have . . an ally, of sorts. A God of Deflection, and a Goddess of Light."


She turned the questioning to you. "Now, my turn. Firstly -How is that a God of Shadows has such involvement in the mechanisms of death? What is the extent of this dominion? Have you ever died, and if so, what did you see?"

Ophelia dropped from Sable, kicked up some of the dusty soil. Her power stretched out, spun the abundant iron into the whisp of a blade. Moment by moment, she worked, creating an iron blade, mixing it with trace carbon to create steel. Her veins glowed gold as she did so, but her skin remained flesh.

Marilla watched your daughter with interest. "How curious. Very well, I will spar with your daughter - unarmed combat, no artifacts, divine power and magic is fine, until knockout or concession. Are those terms acceptable?"

Ophelia looked to you. You'd told her not her not to speak or take action until you said so.
Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 43 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Tue 15 Jan 2019
at 23:06
  • msg #25

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Bezaleel nodded as she answered his questions.

Laughing at her first question he had to contain himself. "Well, what is the shadow of life? It could be said it is death. But that would be it's counterpart and opposite. No a shadow of life would be undeath. The extent to this domain is as extent as existence itself. All things happen within the light's bounds, but it is the shadows and darkness that tell it's story. Side by side with all of life. War, death, crafting, life, everything in all of existence has an action and a counter reaction." patting his daughter on the head he smiled.

Taking hold of her weapon. He watched her work. "I have died. Otherwise I doubt I'd be a good diety of undeath. What I saw? I saw the river. I saw Charon. That was all. The secrets of the dead and what they see are for those who take his hand and cross on the his fare."

Putting his hands in his pockets he spoke to his daughter and looked at her. "You may speak and act as you wish. Do the terms of no artifacts and weapons sound good to you?"

Looking back to the Goddess of antideath he spoke again. "Aside from knockout or concession, I will intervine and stop when I have seen enough or deem the fight over."
The Empress
GM, 365 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Wed 16 Jan 2019
at 09:56
  • msg #26

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Ophelia nodded, handing you her scythe. She also disrobed, leaving the shadow armor with you. "If her aura can melt braziers, it can melt the armor too. It's fine."

Ophelia entered the ring of braziers. Using Artifice magic - another gift from Skeles? - and the same power that had crafted the sword, she transformed the braziers into iron. With a snap of her fingers, Marilla turned the darkflames into white fire.

"The braziers aren't a firm boundary, but I think it'd be best if we contain the spar here, if possible." Ophelia said.

"Sensible! I will contain my aura accordingly."

Each of the goddess took up opposite positions at the edges of the ring.

"Before we do this, how about we make it more interesting?"

Marilla grinned. "How so?"

"A little bet. Souls is a little paltry - let's bet Essence. I'm good for it."

"Very well! To the winner, an Essence."

That settled, the spar began.

Ophelia moved first, darting towards Marrilla with inhuman speed. Marilla countered with a blast of positive energy, but Ophelia had vanished into a swirl of leaves and cold light, appearing behind Marilla. With a roundhouse kick that flared with red forge-light, she connected with Marilla's spine - shattering it with a sickening crunch and slamming her into the dirt several feet away.

Marilla: 4/10

The lady of Antideath laughed. "Very good! Very good." Her aura briefly dissipated, and she stood, before it flared again.

Marilla: 8/10

Ophelia charged forward again, slamming a forge-light fist through Marilla's chest. The Lady of Antideath laughed through a mouthful of blood, grappling Ophelia, shunting positive energy into her. Her flesh distorted, bubbling with tumors, her skin tearing asunder - only to immediately heal itself from the abundance of positive energy, only to be torn again as the tumors grew.

Marilla: 5/10
Ophelia: 14/10


Screaming, Ophelia drove her other hand into Marilla, both arms glowing with forge-light and her skin turning into living marble. Her body grew in height, her stone hands increasing in size, and with her scream deepening, Ophelia ripped Marilla's torso apart.

Marilla: 0/10, dead
Ophelia: 16/10


Ophelia's left arm was useless, overtaken by the tumors, and right arm was damaged as well. White light shone from her mouth, positive energy escaping her body.

An explosion of positive energy blasted from Marilla's body, and she rose again, laughing.

Marilla: 5/10
Ophelia: 18/10, close to fatal rupture


Ophelia shed her stone-skin, shedding positive energy with it - ejecting small stones, the remenants of the tumors. Positive energy was rolling out of her, white fluid leaking from her eyes and mouth.

"No. I knocked you out."

"You killed me, actually. Shame I'm no friend of death."

Ophelia looked to you, then back to Marilla. "That's bullshit. I was counting on your stupid-strong healing and divinity to keep you alive. Your power must let you die in exchange for revival or something, when another God would have survived. This is a spar, not a duel to the death."

"My powers are my powers, child. Are you conceding?"

Ophelia spat, the white water hissing against the shadowed ground.

"So you're not a friend of death. Whatever. That's dumb, and I'm done here."

She turned to walk away, back to you.

Marilla wasn't done - white light gathered at her left hand. "I'll expect the essence, then?"

Ophelia spun on her heel, and you got . . a bad feeling.

"I told, you fuck. I'm not conceding. Your powers are bullshit. Are you fucking testing me? This a friendly spar. Not a deathmatch. If it was, antideath or what-ever, you'd be blood on my teeth already."

"You're reneging? That reflects rather poorly on you. And your father."

Ophelia stepped back into the ring.

"What about my father?"

"You gave your word. I want that essence. Elsewise, I must conclude your father - whom you so resemble - is dishonorable, and unworthy of my alliance."

"Unworthy-?"

"Listen, you fucking unwoman. You're not getting that essence. But hey, if you can use a bullshit power like that, then turnabout is fairly play."

Ophelia made a scything motion with her closed hand, her divine power - hers, not an alloyed ability - and when she opened it, there was a tiny Marilla in her hand, within a glowing sphere of gray light.

"Congratulations. Hello, I'm Ophelia, Goddess of the Harvest. But you can call me the Reaper."

Marilla's aura disappeared, and she fell to the ground, unconscious. Her body was still, and rapidly cooling.

The tiny Marilla in Ophelia's hand looked confused, and then distraught, and then panicked.

"You may have come back from death, but as the Reaper I care nothing for trickery, you understand? I killed you, therefore I can take your soul."

She turned to you. "What should I do, Shadowdad? I can return her soul to her body, in which case she'll be incapacitated, but alive. Her aura seems automatic and will probably start healing her from there. Or I can eat her soul, and take one of her powers. You're better at the big picture, so I'll go with whatever you think is best."

She spat out more of the white water, grew angrier. The entire fight had taken thirty seconds.

She looked at the soul. "Listen, I don't want us to be enemies, as much of a bitch as you might be. If you want an alliance, then when I release you, you will concede that I won the fight, grant me the Essence, and retreat from Sepulcher. As soon as possible, you will leave Erebus. Within that time, my father may deign to invite you attend him, at which point we can have a civil discussion. Is that equitable?"

The soul nodded, and Ophelia softballed the soul back to Marilla's body, which flared to white-light life and and recovered, dazed.

A flash of light - +1 Essence to Ophelia from Marilla

Marilla coughed. "I - hope that was a fair demonstration of my powers . . . I feel it was a fair demonstration of yours . . . Reaper."

She addressed you. "Bezaleel, Lord of Erebus. I believe this concludes the parley. Shall I do as your daughter recommended?"
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:05, Wed 16 Jan 2019.
Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 44 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Wed 16 Jan 2019
at 12:51
  • msg #27

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Bezaleel, climbed out of Ophelia's shadow. The true Bezaleel. Walking towards Marilla. His shadow came to him and fell onto the ground as Bezaleel grabbed Hunter's Moon and Ophelia's other artifacts. "No. We are not done here. There is but one way we may kill death truly. You seem to have quite the ability to assertain that vision. I will help you, but if I do. We do this now. Just you and me. I have two conditions. That no matter what it is you must adhere to or this idea you have will fail and I will back out. If they are done, I will see your vision done entirely. There is but one way for you to greet death and for us to start this. You must die, you must truly die. I know how to handle getting there by myself. If I tried to bring you with alive. You would be lost for an uncertain amount of time. I will bring you your artifacts. Only the ones useful for this. My first condition, is that you must follow my entire plan step by step perfectly unless it fails. Failure to do so will result in the alliance and deal broken."

Walking towards the Goddess of Anti-death his eyes looked into hers unflitchingly. "Those are my terms of alliance. None other. You either accept this here and now. Or never return to my sight and home again."

Waiting, he looked at her, not doing a thing until she gave answer. Once she did which ever it was...

Bezaleel stood silently with vigil over the goddess. A very uneasy feeling spread across the area. All could feel it.

Then, breaking it, he bellowed out laughter. Laughing he wiped a single tear away. Giving a cruel fanged smile to the goddess, he spoke again. "You honestly fucked yourself.  It's so funny to me. I think I could die from laughter!

Gather himself, Bezaleel chuckled some, until his posture returned and he grew more serious.

"You don't have a choice in the slightest. This parley is over and it is pointless. You pushed Ophelia too far with your overconfidence and it proved your entire downfall. We own you now. Your soul and being is her plaything. No other deity in all of existence could help you get out of the bind you put yourself in just now. In fact. The blight would be the only way, and even still as soon as you touch ground inside of the tree, you will have a soul again, and it'd still be her's. There isn't a place in all of existence you could hide."

Bezaleel was crude in this regard. Reigning in something that could have very well been a monster and horrid foe. Looking back at his daughter Ophelia, "Well done Ophelia, the Reaper! I approve that you held yourself reserved for so long. You fought well and even gave her the chance to walk away. I am so beyond proud. Words could not express that, daughter. You outdid yourself, truly!" praising his daughter truly. He turned back to Marilla

Out from his shadow came a tendril. Knocking the goddess into a short chair of stone coming up form the ground, it lounged back.

Bezaleel put a clawed foot between her legs on the chair. Bringing his chest close to his knee he put an arm resting on it, that hand graced past her face and grabbing her hair. Hovering over her he moved Hunter's Moon, pressing it up to her neck and then down her chest. Watching it heal as it cut her slowly. The blood dripping onto the blade.

Pulling her head back he drew his face close. Ghost Shroud no longer hiding half of his face at the angle. Marilla could see a vicious hungered look in his eyes and facial expressions. One that showed a true monster within him as he gazed at her like food and felled prey. Licking the blood off the edge of the blade.

His tongue slide across it savoring it, putting it back down across her chest. Bezaleel continued to speak, "Even if we let you go after this parley it would be entirely pointless. There isn't an escape from the situation you put yourself in. Your zealous actions drove you here, your overconfidence in your lack of death have made you realize you are all too close to that very thing you seek to slay now. There shall be no alliance. You are ours now."

Moving closer to her ears he spoke silently in a chilling voice, "Welcome home, child"

Backing up Bezaleel rose to a full stand.  "We are going to kill you. Send you to river Styx to meet Charon.

There I will join you. You will stay silent. You are not to return from the River Styx, we will talk with Charon himself. See how exactly it is he plays a role in death here in the world tree. See what it is that determines death exactly. He is the ferryman. If he doesn't do his job what the consequences of those actions are.

If his being is what determines all of death in the tree, we shall slay him and start working on ending the River Styx. BUT, not before you do my second condition whether or not he is.

While his death and the stop of death is not my goal and matters not to me. I shall be honorable to see it through as I said and agreed...

Your second condition. Is that you will give all of your remaining lives for the return of Anathema the Goddess of Reflections. Once death is stopped entirely. I shall resurrect you, your soul free from Ophelia's ownership, I give my word of that. That ability , is my power.
"

Smiling viciously his fangs glared in her light and the silver of his attire. Grabbing her chin and jaw he spoke again. "If you don't comply to all of these actions by the tee or even the smallest outside of these. Your hopes, dreams, zealous crusade against death will all be crushed. Left in the wind like ashes and dust from the once great flame known as your soul. Your entire compliance is necessary or the entire deal is off and you will be ours for eternity, or until we get bored of your existence and wipe it clean from Taeltresin"
This message was last edited by the player at 19:22, Wed 16 Jan 2019.
The Empress
GM, 373 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Thu 17 Jan 2019
at 08:28
  • msg #28

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Ophelia blushed as your praised her, though her brief embarrassment turned into surprise and then a kind of - perky admiration? As you showed a different side to yourself than you had seen before.

You tasted the fear in the Lady of Antideath's blood. But she hardened her eyes. "I - I have allies. They know I'm here. I'm in the Valley now, talking with them. They know what's happening here. They can tell the Pantheon. You have to let me go."

"I doubt the Pantheon will be sympathetic, considering you've already lead a host into Erebus. As far as they're concerned - my father is a greater god, I am a valuable experiment, and you are . . an arrogant, bellicose, nothing."

Ophelia smiled, in the same way you had. "Please invite your dear allies here. Please, I'm asking so nicely. I beat you in a a fair unarmed duel. What do you think I can do from the shadows, with a blade at hand? Saying nothing of my father being bored enough to swat such flies."

She swept around to the back of the chair. "We're just making your little dream come true. Did you think an alliance with the shadowgod would be on favorable terms?"

She ran a fingertip over the goddess' carotid. "Just nod, if you agree to die, that death itself may join you. Signal that you agree to my father's terms. All I need is a nod."

White tears slid down Marillas face, as she dipped her chin in agreement, eyes shut.
Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 49 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Thu 17 Jan 2019
at 09:33
  • msg #29

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Bezaleel laughed further at Marilla's words, "Oh please, and what will you tell the Pantheon!? That you wanted to kill Charon and drain the River Styx. Lead a campaign inside my realm? Tell the Pantheon, that you did all of this to one of the three gods who reclaimed the entire tree from the blight and mad. Though, Vex is goddess of balance. Taking away my feat she would still see in my favor. As well as Ophelia's"

Bezaleel's laughter calmed a few more seconds, nodding at what his daughter said to a some extent "You came here seeking an alliance, that comes with a deal when you do not have my favor.

You are lucky I decide to be honorable enough to see your vision through. Besides, with death gone and you resurrected as the Goddess of Antideath. What need of you of your other lives?

Besides, taking away my daughter's slaughter of them or my boredom to deal with them myself. Telling your allies would do you no good. How long do you think it would take to get here for them? More than centuries I suppose. You were quite lucky in getting here personally. In fact, all you said were just hollow grasps at escape from a cage you locked yourself in.

I suppose you could have them crusade after us, for our harsh manor of seeing your dream through. But you'd only be sending them to this same fate you hold.
"

Wiping the white glowing tear from Marilla'a face, he smiled cruely. "Good, good, I'm glad you agreed. It's more fun this way. It'd have been a shame for your entire trip here to have been for nothing but the loss of your existence."

Backing away from Marilla he patted Ophelia's head in pride. "I trust if you are able to harvest another essence from her being if she has one?"

Looking down at Marilla his face covered by Ghost Shroud, "Unless you would hand it over willingly?"

Talking to Ophelia he gazed back up at her, his eyes softer on her than Marilla "If there is none to be taken. Would it be okay for me to ask of the essence you received earlier? You have my word to return one to you later. I'll need some time after all of this to decide a different suitable reward for you, Ophelia. Unless you wish, you can make any request of me at all, I'd be all yours. This is, after all, your victory and couldn't be done without you. Truly."

Sitting down, the shadows graced up from the ground to greet him. Looking back at the Terror Guard he smiled, "Tell all of her army and soldiers that they serve under me now. That their goddess has come to an agreement with me. Saesin, I want you to stay here. There must be someone to hold account of all that happens here. It is my apologies to hold you here, I should have brought an acolyte for that reason.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:58, Thu 17 Jan 2019.
The Empress
GM, 379 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Thu 17 Jan 2019
at 10:16
  • msg #30

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

"Sure, daddy. I was going to give it you - I figured you'd know a better use for it." A flash of gold light - +1 Essence to Bezaleel from Ophelia

Ophelia ran her teeth over Marilla's shoulder, smiling softly as she shuddered. Ophelia locked eyes with you, silently asking for permission to dig in.

"I'm going to take good care of your realm, you know. I don't have one of my own. I'm sure my daddy will let me take it for myself . .  you wouldn't want your people to be without a protector, hmm? Although, maybe you don't care about them . . ."

She stroked Marilla's hair. "Do you know that I love you, my sweet prey? Oh, only my love for my father rivals my love for you. Not only are you delicious, but you're also willing . . ."

Saesin averted her eyes. Murder wouldn't phase her, but intimacy mixed with killing? That was a bridge too far. "I will see to their conversion and command, Lord of Shadows."
Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 51 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Thu 17 Jan 2019
at 10:43
  • msg #31

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Bezaleel noted Saesin's reaction, "My apologies, my child. You may take your leave and see as your duty fits. You are dismissed."

Grasping the essence he had an idea ready. Embuing into his right gauntlet the essence. Making an artifact. He poured his will over it as it melded in it hardening. The dark metal plated gauntlet affixed with leather grew claws that matched sides to his own claws extending just slightly. The artifact would allow the user to attack a foe's soul and essence of being directly rather than their physical self.

-1 Essence

Looking out at his hand he pulled each of his fingers and stretched. A smile came across his face, "I think that I shall name you, Scotophobia."

Looking down at Marilla with dispation. He waited until Saesin and the others left to give word to Ophelia. Instead he walked forward, brushing his daughter's hair back, shadows coming off of her neck and wrapping her hair up in a bun. "I wouldn't want your lovely hair a stained mess with her blood." smiling softly at her.

Bending down into Marilla's ear he whispered again, "For what is a predator, without it's prey?"

Leaning up he pulled Marilla's artifacts free from her being. With a macabre smile he spoke, "First bite is all your's daughter." he was waiting to test his new artifact's ability.

Watching his sweet daughter begin an otherwise vicious and horridly twisted act, his eyes stayed locked onto Marilla's eyes. Watching the act brought him some sort of sweet satisfaction.

After waiting for some type of visual cue from Marilla's eyes, he too then devoured her. His teeth ripping through her flesh. Tearing at her being to the soul, consuming it.

Once Marilla's death was finished, and not but pickings of her flesh. Bezaleel wiped his mouth.

Speaking to Ophelia, "We have some time but must be hasty. I shall leave you to as you desire. Hold temperance as you stand vigil over our home. A second in the River Styx is whole days or even weeks here, depending our placement in the tree, it could even be months or years before my return."

With that, he gave his daughter a hug and kiss on her forehead. His own little people eater. Smiling softly at her he barely touched her chin. "Remember to behave yourself, Ophelia."

Turning around he flew off, he went quickly to the tomb of the old shadow.

Going inside. He hollowed out the ground underneath after twelve or so feet underground from it. Making a small chamber of stone. Pulling out the artifact from his time in Noor. Holding the claws he took stance.

Ripping a portal open to the River Styx. One that would be hidden on both sides.

The claws destroyed after their use. Walking through it to the River Styx.

OOC: - Otherworldly Claws.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:33, Thu 17 Jan 2019.
The Empress
GM, 386 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Fri 18 Jan 2019
at 02:19
  • msg #32

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

A scream, and then silence, and the crunching of bones.

Ophelia grinned, her delicate features splattered with red. Looking at her strong, beautiful, monstrous father - the shadowgod unleashed, feeding with her, illusions of civility cast aside-

When Bezaleel finished his meal, another open mouth found his, arms pale as moonlight encircling him, pulling him over the chair and the remains of a Goddess between them, which fell into mist and dissipated. The kiss was soft, but rather intrusive, and needful.

His daughter released him, as she sat on the red earth, eyes closed, relishing in their first time eating as a family.

"You're so good to me, shadowdad. We should . . get together like this again."

Calming down, she moved to a kneeling position. "Whew. Okay. I'll stay here, I promise. I'll do some exploring of Erebus. Can I have my scythe back?"

=

The power of the claws dissipated, becoming shattered bits of clay. The portal was created, and he was on his way down deep . . .

You gain a new minor power - the ability to channel destructive positive energy. Foes that are healed to twice their hitpoints are obliterated, their forms unable to contain the light. As adapted to you, the light will be gray rather that white.

Marilla's artifact, a ring, allows you gather this energy within it over time and release it as a strong blast with great distance potential. It will heal the living, but also sicken them and riddle them with cancer as it causes internal bacteria to breed out of control and disables the body's normal mechanism that control growth.

This message was last edited by the GM at 02:24, Fri 18 Jan 2019.
Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 69 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Fri 18 Jan 2019
at 02:42
  • msg #33

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

In a few moments a mixed array of emotions washed over Bezaleel. Most of which washed away as he gave in, true to his normal nature.

His arms wrapped under Ophelia's waist and back. Her kiss accepted and returned with a wanting, her taste was sweet and coaxed with the blood of their prey. Pulling her in as she pulled him down. The only thing between their bodies fell into mist.

As she released him, Bezaleel gracefully made his way up. A smile on his face hidden by his shroud. He spoke with satisfaction in lower tone "I'll always be good to you, sweet girl. We should indeed."

Crouching infront of her, he touched her chin softly. "But of course, here" handing Ophelia her artifacts he then parted his lips on her cheek. Taking his leave.
The Empress
GM, 403 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 01:13
  • msg #34

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

High in her room in one of the castle's towers, Ophelia examined her teeth for the fourth time, her eyes still wet and teary. She'd been crying again.

Her canines were sharper, she was certain, and her other teeth were changing subtly too. After . . after her own father had accepted her advances and given her . .  had held her like a woman -

she suppressed a sob, not wanting a servant to check in on her and find her distraught.

She fell onto her bed. The room was small, and cozy, and well-lit. Her father had done everything to make her feel like this was her home, had made sure she had a private chamber, with a fireplace of ordinary fire rather than darklight. He did love her - and she loved him.

But until . .  that moment . . .  she'd never seen Bezaleel. Not the real Bezaleel, at least, only the calm, reserved, doting but firm father version.

She pulled up her knees, hugging them to herself and burying her face.

Her teeth had felt a little strange after Skeles, but it had gone away with time. After eating this Marilla, the tingling wasn't going away. She could ignore it most times, and brushing her teeth helped a little, but the only thing that really made it stop was burying her teeth in flesh.

What was she turning into? Why wouldn't her lusts go away? Her lust for blood, and now her lust for Bezaleel, the same god that she had once been ready to betray.

She couldn't think of Bezaleel as her father and as the god that had - embraced her. Not at the same time. She felt split, like there was her father - who was kinda cool in a bland way - and the Bezaleel who had accepted her monstrous nature, seen her for what she was, and had answered her lust with his own.

If she hadn't intiated things, would he have kissed her anyway? Considering what she knew of him . . no, he wouldn't have. He was remarkably patient and considerate of her desires, even building the arena just because she had wanted to see the undead fight.

So she had chosen this, and if she wanted, she could end it. In this . . . secret, she and her father were equals.

She blinked, as insight hit her. That's what the difference had been - with fresh blood in her, she'd felt powerful. Her arousal had been high - after the fight, after getting to play with Marilla. And because she'd felt powerful - and because she'd seen the true Bezaleel - she'd forgotten about what they were to each other.

She'd only seen a beautiful, terrible, strong god. A suitable mate, and one that had already proved loyal, intelligent, and of similar tastes. Everything had just made so much sense in that moment - she felt like a natural predator in its element, and he had just been a male of the same monstrous species, to her beast-brain.

She left the bed, checked her teeth again. They WERE sharper - her finger came away bloody.

She grinned, and watched her teeth shift into fangs as she stopped fighting it. This was who she was - an eater of gods, a divine beast, and a very good daughter to a very bad dad.

Ophelia has been seduced by the call of the beast blood.
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The Empress
GM, 418 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 05:01
  • msg #35

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Time passes above, as the Styx flows slow . . .

By necessity, Ophelia took control over Marilla's forces; with the Aura of Antideath that she had reaped from Marilla, she was able to restore the function of the strange living armors as their internal 'battery' ran down, and the recognized her as their commander.

Saesin took the young woman under wing, teaching her the art of command; as Esseth began to her kingcraft.

Erebus had yet to use the essence that had been returned to it; it sang to Ophelia, visiting in her dreams. Dreams of motherhood, of a realm very like Erebus, of uniting with her father to produce a world of softer shadows and elegance.

She journeyed to the Warrior's Rest, to with with St. Anastasius. He had memories of an age past.

He told her of what she was becoming - a Beast God - and cautioned her that she would need far greater self-control if she was master the Beast within her, rather than being mastered by it. In the past, the Beasts had been led by a Great Beast, and had been elusive and careful with slaking their bloodthirst. She would still need allies; she would still need to be able to function as a Goddess, and play the political games of Gods, if she was to remain alive.

She told him of the matter of what occurred between her and her father, Bezaleel, and the dreams she had been having.

He told what she well knew - that the common morals of mortals did not apply to Gods, and that the offspring of Gods were born of Theogenesis just the same. The union between two divines, and their progeny, was a spiritual affair, not a material one. There would be issues if she chose Bezaleel as her mate, beyond the emotional ramifications she was already experiencing, owing to her strange predicament of having no Realm and existing so long in mortal time. In a way, she had absorbed much of the routine of mortality.

The Saint wasn't certain, but if the Realm recognized her as a lady, was holding Essence in store, and was communicating with her subconsciously, that perhaps Erebus was ready to produce a child of its own, and needed the act she dreamed of to occur, to effect the birth.

Satisfied, Ophelia returned home.

She felt . . . at peace. Releasing the secret of her designs on her father ease the turmoil within her; she was a Goddess in her own right, and her feelings were only natural, given how her life had gone. She was in love with Erebus and its master; of course they would both be her companions.

This matter of her developing bestial nature .  .  . she would consult with her father about it, and about their affections for one another. She needed him; he would help her do things the right way.

She would need to grow stronger. She would need to put away her childishness, if she was going to be a goddess and a mistress. She might be a monster, but she needn't be self-destructive, or foolish. She was a predator . . . a god-eater .  .  . but she needed to develop patience and self-control.

She went to the Nightshade, Draheals, and asked to study under him. As a goddess and a warrior, Draheals accepted her as worthy, and began instructing her in the Moonshadow fighting style - which demanded clarity of mind, even in the midst of battle.

At the present time, a full year had passed in Erebus . . .
The Empress
GM, 420 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 05:32
  • msg #36

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Time passes above, as the Styx flows slow . . .

Ophelia cradled the Ashen Hourglass, watching seconds tick by for her father as months passed by for her. It a small comfort to know he was not staying away for long, by his measures. Her daily meditations were bearing fruit. Her bloodlust was like a red door within her; and her lust for bezaleel, a black door. She could contain them both now, though it was sometimes a struggle.

She continued her studies, whiling away the hours that she was not training with Draheals or helping with matters of state with Esseth by reading books - and composing her own, when she ran out of books to read. Her writings were lurid and entertaining, and with her knowledge of artifice she set about designing a kind of automatic writer to produce copies of her works for distribution. It took awhile, but eventually she could operate the device for an hour or two each day and produce a dozen copies of her works, which she distributed freely.

She took over as master of the Arena on the weekends, watching the fights, overseeing the design of entertaining new sets and twists, almost as if the fights were plays, and she a playwright.

Two full years had passed in Erebus . . .
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The Empress
GM, 424 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 07:01
  • msg #37

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Continued from The River Styx

Bezaleel emerged from the stone chamber set in the earth, the secret passage to the Styx.

Perhaps not all had gone as planned, but new information had been acquired.

Your teeth itched, and Erebus felt heavy. The land was waiting for something, and you could feel the divine presence of your daughter higher up - likely in her chambers.

Much time had passed - enough time for the stone you had dug crumble some, and the start of black lichen to gather in the cracks.

You had acquired a new major power - Marilla's ability to join souls to inanimate objects, and make them come alive to serve her. You would have to keep them 'fed' and operational yourself, however, given that they were powered by positive energy in a world opposed to the same.
This message was last edited by the GM at 07:04, Sat 19 Jan 2019.
Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 113 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 07:12
  • msg #38

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Looking around the unusual feeling from his realm weighed on him. It didn't feel as light and flowing to him as usual. Looking around him at the realm and himself his gaze caught the spire.

Maybe he noticed it, maybe he didn't. But his attention was pointed there. He could fly, he could travel through the objects in his way.

Instead he walked. Step by step there. His gaze stayed on target. Covering the secret passage with stone as the realm heaved against his control.

Picking his teeth more he moved his claw and hand down. Deciding a more lazy approach. Moving a shadow in his mouth instead to do so.

This new power unlocked begged a question from him on how to power them without relying on positive energy. But the synergy it would make with his power to make objects and summon up creations would be useful.

Getting to the top of the spire, he recognized his destination. No, he knew it was all along. He only just now paid attention to it being so.

Looking himself down really quick he padded himself. Then knocked gently on Ophelia's chamber door. Not announcing himself, wanting to surprise her.
The Empress
GM, 426 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 07:37
  • msg #39

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Ophelia opened the door. She didn't seem that surprised, but she did blush. "Oh, father. I knew you were back, the hourglass sped up. It's been three years for me, I hope you know. Long time to make a girl wait. Come in, please." With her standing in the doorframe, you . . .  realized just small she was, at 5'4".

The little room was cheery, and sported rather traditional decor, save for the warm fireplace and little kitchen where she prepared food fit for the living.

She went to the kitchenette. "Can I get you anything? I have some spiced blood here." She poured some of the delicacy in a bone cup, while picking up her tea from the table. She passed the bone cup to you, then sat with you at the glass table.

"How did things go? I'm not exactly sure where you went, but I know it was . . . a place with very slow time. I'm guessing the underworld, some part of it."
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Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 115 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 08:15
  • msg #40

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Bezaleel smiled as she blushed and began to speak. "I hope that the hourglass is to your liking. It is quite permanent, I feel it best in your hands. I apologize for my long time away."

Following in her room. He could tell the hominess of it.

It's strange to know it is her room. Bezaleel never really slept. Or had personal affects to place somewhere. Infact he usually only slept where ever he is. Like a king of the jungle in the forest.

There was the tomb. But he only meditated there.

As she offered to him he raised a hand. "Oh, uh no thank you, Ophelia.." he trailed off as she poured the spiced blood.

Smiling, he took it though, and bowed his head some, "Thank you, daughter. I know it's been a long time for you, but I did just eat with you but a few ago. I also ate the little goddess a second time by the river."

Absent mindedly he called off the shadow picking his teeth as he was about to drink. Taking a few sips of the whine, he poured it back some before putting it down on the table. Lifting his hand up to claw his teeth again.

"Yes, it was some part of the underworld. It is the River Styx. I met and talked with Charon. I saught to have him farey me to see Anathema. But apparently no price would let him be able to let me. So the deal was broke. With that I ate Marilla again. When I went to kill her a third, Charon sent her home from there. Now I am here."


Crossing his legs he put a hand in his pocket. Sitting up still, he looked at Ophelia as they spoke. It can sometimes be hard to tell where exactly it is he is looking though. The only hint was the center of where the slights of silver were. But there was more Silver now than usual as his pupils tightened.

"So she got away. With two lives remaining. Knows of the fates and where to find them. I plan is to hunt her down and stop her from being able to kill the fates. She has probably been back for half a year I suspect."

Waving his hand though he pulled Ghost Shroud down some from it's more heighted position. He also began trying to not claw his teeth.

"But, enough of that for now. How have you been, darling."
The Empress
GM, 427 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 08:54
  • msg #41

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

She smiled in a soft way; she seemed different, relaxed.

"I wanted to give you something, sorry. Even if you didn't want it." She said, addressing that she had given you the spiced blood even after you had declined. There was discrete subtext to the phrasing, though.

"That's awful. She's irresponsible, and now she's going to be foolish with anger, and strong for having lost two lives. And her allies .  .  . hmm. We should investigate her a little more . .  I don't entirely buy her explanation of how she got here, and the name of her realm was just Erebus backwards. I suspect we can't trust most of what she told us. If you would like, I could lead the host she left with us and conduct an invasion?"

She paused, gently touching your mouth. "I see. Father, would you come to bed with me? I think I can help you with . .  the itching teeth."

She rose, and laid on the bed, shrugging off her housecoat. "Come here, on top of me. Lay your head over my heart."

The pack mother calls to the beast blood within you.

She smelled . . . good. Like spiced blood, and something .  .  . woodsy.

If you complied, you felt . . .  relief. The beast blood calmed within you, and your teeth settled.

"I am well. I have spent time with your favorite Shades, and spoken with St. Anastasius. I trained extensively in the Moonshadow fighting style . . read our library, added to it. I have written stories, and livened up the arena. Made my peace with what I am . . . with what we are."

You body was one of shadows, but her own aura was of soft light, dispelling the ethereal and leaving the material you. She scratched between your ears, and under your chin.

"We are beasts, father. The first beasts of the new growth . . . I have accepted the beast blood. As should you. You may be my father, but we are bound by two bloods. When you fed with me, you took on the beast within me, bound yourself with me."

She ran her fingers down your neck, over your spine. "You are my father, my patron, my creator . . . I cried so many times about what happened between us, before I understood that there was . . . destiny at play. To bring my new realm into being, to begin the lineage of beasts . . . and to satisfy me, perhaps tame me . . . you must unite with me."

She nuzzled the top of your head. "What happened before, was rash. Spur of the moment. But it felt right. There's a reason . . . why I stayed in Erebus, when I could have left. Why I waited for your return, instead of returning to the Pantheon. When I made my little power play, and . . . you just directed me elsewhere, and I felt such relief, I knew I loved you."

"I would be your consort, your companion, and yet remain your daughter. I do not wish to part from you, or to discard any part of our . .  peculiar bond."

"Will you accept me? And the beast blood within you - would you lie with me, and become we?"

She sighed softly. "Then, we will go to the Eternal Hunting Grounds . . find Hayl . . and devour him, together. Claim the World Seed, for Erebus. Then, we will hunt Marilla and her allies . . . We will devour all that would oppose the shadows, until we cast our bloody pall across the whole of the tree."
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Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 116 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 10:26
  • msg #42

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Bezaleel's face didn't seem to change much. He had a super lax feel to him in most situations when you grew used to him.

Not that many did. Bezaleel was very up and about. The most time he spent there was during the time he trained all of the Second Dead squad. As well as when he trained under some of the shades of Darkheart.

Where as her daughter spent more than years here with the people.

"She is. I believe we should investigate her more. I didn't quite really trust her to begin with. I only used her to my ends, and when she didn't sort the need I dealt with her. Same way she would have done I. I doubt she'd have lead a host here and having gained two allies prior to me. Especially while she has no real knowledge of my being. No we should not counter invade with her previous soldiers at that. Her realm is positive. Quite so at that. That much I believe may be true. Any host from here would be wasted. We'll have to do it."

Bezaleel didn't move from her but his eyes widdened some as she started to touch his mouth. Talking through her hand, "Why?" as she moved it away he simply blinked blankly.

His eyes peered at her with a form of unsurity in his eye. Bezaleel didn't see how he needed to to go to bed with her. Or.. On top of her.

But then, he felt relaxed and compelled to.

Rising smoothly the shadows followed him as he laid into the bed on top of her. Looking into her eyes so close, they looked as if they were more zoomed. Slowly he turned his head and finished laying it down on her.

His right ear flopped over with the two silver bands. Softly they reflected the light. Their fur was black and the skin inside was more pale whitish.

Bezaleel's keen nose picked up her scents soon after.

His wasn't quite as pleasant. The smell of flesh and blood hung on him. A waft of spiced blood. Then.. A smell similar to the sea.

As he laid the seconds felt like minutes. Slowly as the relief washed over him, he released a long breath of air, then inhaled another. His teeth didn't feel itchy anymore.

Sure enough. Laying with her worked.

A soft smile broke on his face as he laid, listening to Ophelia. "I'm glad to hear, I am ashamed to admit it, but it almost feels like you're more of their deity than I am. You must be familiar with them all by now. I wonder what projects you've.. Done.." he slowed his speaking as she scratched him.

It felt good. Quite so at that. His tail shifting in pleasure. "Guess I'm more like a cat than I thought." he slightly rubbed his head against her as she continued to pet him.

Reaching a hand out he looked at it, then up at her. He spoke pretty calm and softly, "Beasts huh? Guess I do feel pretty animalistic at times....bound by blood.. Well, never thought there would be such a binding from doing that."

Listening more to her speak, Bezaleel's hair bristled and he exhaled slowly as she ran her fingers down his neck and back. Sending shivers up them.

His eyes stayed locked onto hers as she continued, "If that is what you would want, than I shall graciously oblige. But, a lineage of beasts... I feel it best to not, not for some time." not continuing he laid quietly against her.


Listening to her for some time. He blinked a couple times as he was nuzzled on. "I think while rash it was... Correct.. I will hold our bond true then. You will be my companion, consort, and my daughter as well. My love for you has always been there, since you were born. But since Marilla's duel with you and after. It was.. Changed.. Subtle at that. But the way you preyed on her. Then how you feasted on her until her demise...Aaaah, the arousal of such a brutal kill. It was, pleasant, impressive, natural. The feeling showed, then.. I accepted it.

Moving how his head and position was, Bezaleel ended up more over her. Looking directly into her eyes leveled with her. His ears flopped down towards her.

Thumping in his chest was his heart. Yet it was unfamiliar. He wasn't in a battle. Yet it was excited, beating hard in his chest. Releasing a chilling breath, he spoke softly to her. "This blood was always mine and inside of me. I never denied it..."

His eyes peered into her's more closely. A soft gutteral growl came from him as he spoke, inserting his will, "No. The Goddess goes first. Hayl will be more challenging. She poses a threat to the fates. We do not oppose our will onto all of the tree either. Only those hostile towards the shadows.. Those who make themselves prey, weak or strong. No mercy."

Not saying anymore. He only needed lie with her. His eyes blinked some, then they softened. Leaning, into her, they closed. His lips parted hers. His arm wrapping around her up her back, lifting her into him. Embracing their bodies together.

Bezaleel's tail could be felt when it whooshed a random flick through the air now and then.

OOC: Bezaleel joins Ophelia.
This message was last edited by the player at 12:04, Sat 19 Jan 2019.
The Empress
GM, 438 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sun 20 Jan 2019
at 10:37
  • msg #43

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

As you laid with Ophelia, the welling essence of Erebus finally released itself, investing in the two of you.

You joined with her - making yourself vulnerable, accepting her as your partner, and for a moment, being just yourself, without the trappings of godhood, rule, and supernatural power. A shadow laid bare.

And she, embracing her nature, accepting her lusts for what they were but growing beyond them, gaining a measure of patience and self-control that would see her through as a worthy consort and counsel.

You felt something familiar - your essence, shadowy as it was. Not separated from you - your divinity was linked to Erebus, as was Ophelia's

Ophelia's essence was electrum - a greenish gold. It two was linked to Erebus, a linked strengthened by 23 years of life within its borders.

And now, you had joined with her.

A flash of brilliant silver lighting arced down from the moon of Erebus, striking the spire above the both of you. A shadowy rectangle bled out of the west wall of Ophelia's room, opposite the kitchenette - a door of black wood, trimmed in gold.

It bore a brass nameplate above the lintel - "Hemera."

"Hey, lay back down," she said. "That's the way to my realm, I guess. We'll explore it in time . .  just lay with me awhile longer. I'm not done kissing my kitten."

A hour or so later, it was decided that as Ophelia was much smaller, she should be lying on top of Bezaleel, not the other way around. She was curled up against you, her head on your chest and you arm around her.

"We should go after Hayl first. I understand he's the harder target. But Marilla is going to be expecting an attack. She's going to batten down the hatches, push her people into being a military state, the works. And we're at a disadvantage fighting on her plane, which is likely infused with positive energy. Waiting until she eventually lowers her guard is the better play, and it's the one that lets us get more information and see how things play out. She doesn't have access to the underworld like you do - it's going to be awhile before she could feasibly become a concern for the Fates.

"Meanwhile, Hayl knows nothing about us, but if he's eaten as many gods as they say he has, he's got the beast blood too. Which means I my blood will call to his, same as it calls to yours. And me, a lusty little thing, wandering in his territory, calling to him to mate with me. Then you come in, once I have his attention, and I propose to him that we hunt you . . . god's blood being a powerful aphrodisiac, as we know.

"So we do. He attacks, only I've already let you know. He acts like he has the element of surprise - you counter - I take him down like I did Skeles, my scythe in his back. From there, we have have him flanked and wounded. Still a hard fight, but a winnable one with a wide margin for error.

Then we're full beasts, with the power the blood is promising that brings. That's when we start hunting down Marilla's supposed allies."

This message was last edited by the GM at 10:39, Sun 20 Jan 2019.
Bezaleel Shades
Shadows, 123 posts
The Endless Night
Eclipse of the Moon
Sun 20 Jan 2019
at 13:53
  • msg #44

RP-T BEZALEEL: Erebus, the Age of Night

Laying with Ophelia, Bezaleel could feel her the difference in her maturity now. The beauty of her essence.

The silver lightning didn't startle Bezaleel as it should. He could, feel that it is what was supposed to happen. That this is what it did with the essence, what she and himself just created.

Bezaleel started to get up, his ears perked and curiousity wrang as he looked at the door.

Smiling as Ophelia stopped him, he looked back down at her. "Who said I was done either?" leaning into her, he rubbed against her body. Continueing where they left off.

"The fates aren't where the underworld is. They are at the heart of the tree. A place, which is quite possible to get to if you know about it. If she kills the fates, then Hayl won't die when we kill him. I only purpose that we see to their defense, stalk the prey of Marilla and her allies. I doubt Hayl will accept a plan much less reason with you. Beast blood of no. He may attack you. If he does, I'll ambush him. If he follows through with his plan. Lead him to me in an environment worthy, I shall attack then. He will no longer be on guard in general then, but towards me. That would be the time to strike. We have to be cautious with him. Because we have no clue what powers he holds."

Bezaleel pet her hair as she laid on his chest. His fingers running down her back and side as they finished, then starting over at her hair again. "I have no intention to go into Marilla's realm currently. If when we get to the fates she has yet to show sign of her being. We may then hunt her. Her armies are fodder under my being. She could have whole armies and I'd carve through them all. She is the target. So she is the only kill important to me. She knows not of my powers except of my control of shadow. Hayl can wait, because of priority to stop her from killing the fates. Do we agree on this?"

If Ophelia looked up at him, Bezaleel would pull her in ontop of himself. Wrapping both arms around her, his hands traveled along her body as he embraced their mouths. Leaning up into her, he invited more lustful feelings and actions before their leave. His kiss was gentle and wanting of her. He bit his own lip drawing blood, then carefully into hers.
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