morning after dark [invite]

[Deimon]

The beast slithered from the dark crevice she had called home for over millennia. A home she had never left since her dark master was felled by the horrid few that attacked from out of nowhere. Now, ten times her usual size, slow and weak, she crawled from the darkness that had surrounded her since and made her way into the blood red light that bathed her. An ambience that could only be felt and seen when one was in the Demonic Wasteland, a place no one could escape from so easily. Knowing that the time had come, she took a few moments to gather what strength she could then she released a cry that swept the four corners of the wasteland, a cry that stirred what existed in this sad world. A cry that told her children, the “beasts” of the Wasteland, that it was time for them to journey home. The time had finally come and until they had all come home, she turned and crawled back into her crevice. There she would reside for the last time. Her children were coming home. Her master would soon be awake. Soon, very soon…things would change.

The following day, she heard her children, their cries having woken her from her slumber. Even more tired and weak than the day before, she slowly slithered up till she looked out at her hundreds of sons and daughters. All of them had heeded her call and come…all but one, the one murdered by that demon who went on to take on the title of the Source, a title that did not belong to him, not the deformed filth before him and the one before him. None of them deserved it, none but her Master and on this day, he was going to have the chance to reclaim what he had built. She released another cry; then she opened up her mouth and absorbed the powers of demons vanquished. The powers her children have been collecting since she gave birth to them. A task she had given to them for this very purpose, for this very purpose. Power…so much of it coursed through her, reviving her to a state that she had never been in so long and for the elder creature it felt good, it felt wonderful, it felt amazing. And in that moment only one word screamed inside her head: Master!

Quickly, she left her children and journeyed to the place where her Master was buried. A forbidden place in the Wasteland where only she dared go because only she had the strength to make it through the barrier that those stupid three created when her Master rid them of their flesh and bounds to the earthly plane. Sadly, her master did not know that when he did that, he was in fact sealing his fate in the one place he held the greatest strength. But never again. Her Master was going to take his revenge and swiftly. Moving hastily, she arrived at the site where it all went down and she surfaced to look upon it for the first time. The tomb was nothing of a marvel, or spectacle. It was simply the pillars, the walls and the roof of an old temple that fell in, sealing in the one the temple was built for. It was quiet, eerie and there was no life other than hers and the body that lay dormant within that crumbled temple.

Circling for some time, she finally found the best spot…and she then released those powers as one and sent it to her Master. The deed had been done. Now he shall live.

[Amelia]

If you could live forever, what would you live for?

“Power!” she thought.
Silence swept through the empty stone streets of The Magical Village. Something was different! The doors were locked and salt lines could be seen around the boundaries of the houses and stores to prevent evil from entering, devil traps painted on the entrance to the houses and stores. Something evil approached, a darkness like no other that not even the most ancient magical beings witnessed before. Amelia walked through the empty streets with her lips twisted into a discreet smirk. She could only hear her heels clicking against the stone street. It had been months since she started hearing this male voice that just wouldn’t leave her alone. Amelia had lived for centuries, but that had never happened to her before. Hearing voices? Was she senile? Or were the ghosts or all of her victims haunting her? No! There was something different about this voice. It was deep, yet sensual, demanding, yet polite and charming. The Vampire had no idea to whom that voice belonged, but she knew that meeting this person/ creature would be very interesting. For the first months the mysterious voice was only “getting to know” Amelia. They talked, she told the voice her story and the plans for her future, everything was normal and seemed very innocent and even cute. Nothing like having an imaginary friend right?
But one day things got more intense. Amelia had just returned with her ladies in waiting from their hunting in the mortal realm when suddenly she collapsed. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought that the cold touch of death had finally reached her, but Amelia was a vampire, she could not die, well not the natural kinds of death anyway. Before Amelia could realize where her “soul or spirit” was, she saw the figure of a beautiful tall bearded man standing in front of her. He stood naked with his arms outstretched. Behind him there was a big bed with black satin sheets, above the bed two silver swords crossed forming an “X”. Blood poured from the walls of the small cubic area, you may call it a room, but it somehow did not reach the floor. It was a very intriguing sight, magical even. The smell of fresh blood right in front of her, made Amelia enter a state of ecstasy which she soon woke up from after hearing the mysterious man speak.
“Come” he said and laid down on the bed.
Not being able to control herself, nor feeling the slightest desire to, Amelia walked towards the bed and quickly removed her medieval dress. After that she laid on top of the man and gave into temptation. She dug her fangs into the man’s soft and warm flesh, drinking the blood that emerged from the recently opened wound. It tasted like nothing she had tried before. She wanted more! She wanted that man to herself more than anything. For and unknown period of time (Amelia could careless about time at that moment), they made love like two wild animals.
When they were finally done, the man spoke once again. He explained to Amelia that soon he would be free and that he needed her when that day arrived. He wanted to really feel her, wanted her by his side. Wow if that whole sexual craziness wasn’t real, imagine how good the real thing would be? Amelia was so addicted to his scent, his skin texture, his touch, his blood, that she did not think twice before accepting his offer. She would be there when he was set free and would do anything he desired. Realizing that she was vanishing from the chamber, Amelia gasped and before she could even ask the man’s name, she woke up. The sight of her scared ladies in waiting and guards around her did not remove her from that blissful state of mind. Before she could ask herself if all of that was real, the Queen touched her chest and felt the bruises, the scratches, bites and scorch marks left by her lover.
After remembering that delightful night, Amelia found herself already on the last crossroad of the magical village. She stood on the center of it and concentrated on her lover. And before she was even able to open her eyes, the sucking sensation started. Amelia stood still, but she could feel that her body was being ripped and pulled down through an imaginable amount of soil, rock and even lava. Suddenly the pulling down, scratching and burning stopped. She opened her dark crimson eyes and took a look around. This was indeed the place where her lover was imprisoned. Before Amelia could start thinking of him once again she heard some kind of a creature crying and some stones falling down. Hoping that it would be him, the Vampire Queen walked as fast as she could. Arg! Why the hell did she decide to wear leather boots? This place was disgusting and very difficult to walk on high heels. She made sure to look as elegant as possible for that night. Amelia picked a pair of tight black jeans and a matching leather corset. Her brown hair cascaded down to her mid-back . A black leather headband adorned her head. She wore her bangs in front of the band, hoping to look as beautiful as possible As much as she tried Amelia could never give up on her medieval fashion. Now the only thing she wanted was for this mysterious man to be mesmerized by her beauty.

[Caine]

It was an office building in Sarajevo, over looking the vast and old city, not as old as the man who stood at the window gazing out, but old nevertheless. The man was the first human ever born on earth, eldest son of Adam and Eve, the first murderer, Caine. He was wearing a suit and had no compulsion to wear anything but the most modern of fashions, after all, what was the point of living in the world if you stood out from the crowd. Not that the fashions that existed when he was born was anything to brag about, they would be considered rags by today's standards. In the back of his mind he could her a ticking sound, like the ticking of a clock.

He knew what it was, something was reaching out across the universe and he was trying to call him. It was something old and dark, almost as ancient as Caine was. The ticking continued, like a countdown and as he closed his eyes and focused on the ticking he was albe to hone in on the calling. His mind drifted slightly as he wondered if anyone else was hearing this calling, weaker, younger minds would probably find this overpowering, not that he particularly cared. His eyes closed his voice became little more than a whisper as he spoke, "Deimon."

That old demon, hell he was the origin of the name, and he was calling Me? Caine thought, The man's war killed Caine's son, so who did he think he was calling on him, especially now. It had been so long since he had even thought of those days, and now he was sending that insecent ticking into Caine's mind. Well, the more that Caine thought about it, it did make sense, why not seek him out as an ally, they had dealings in the past and Caine was powerful, there was no doubt about that. Still the ticking was annoying.

It was the being calling him, and he knew it, and that meant that he knew where he had to go, and such Caine faded out of the tower and appeared in the rocky, desolate wastes of the Demonic Wastelands, and the ticking stopped, he was here. Straightening out his suit jacket he walked over toward the rocky wastes for several minutes when he noticed The Beast digging away and another, an attractive woman who looked some what familiar. Amelia, they had met in, Tudor era England he thought, or maybe it was France, either way, it didn't matter.

As he walked up behind her he spoke, So Amelia, he called you here as well. He paused for a moment to look her over before he continued, "I'm sure he called you here for some.... important.... reason. He has been imprisoned for an awfully long time." He put his hands in his pockets and then pulled out a pocket watch and popped it open to look at the time. So, when do you think that stupid beast will be done, because, I have plans for next week, and it would be upsetting to miss them." There was a smirk on Caine face as he spoke, like he didn't really care, because ultimately, he doesn't.

[Amelia]

When she reached the place where the noise was coming from, Amelia could not see but the tale of the creature that had let out those cries a few minutes ago. Apparently it was half way inside of what looked like a tomb. The Queen looked around, raised her neck to see if she could get t least one glimpse of the man she had come to the Wasteland for. She needed to see him again, it was as if tasting his blood made her addicted to him and it seemed that the sweet memories of their romantic, but yet deliciously brutal night was slowly fading. She could not forget! The images inside her head were already blurring away and the sound of her lover’s voice was no longer hearable. “Calm yourself down Amelia!” she thought. If she was brought to the demonic wasteland was because that day would be the day that her Romeo would be freed from his prison. When she heard footsteps approaching, Amelia felt as if her heart started to beat faster and faster, it obviously wasn’t but the excitement of even thinking that her mysterious lover was behind her made her feel out of her element. Trying not to look back to see who it was, maybe attempting to get the man to speak so she could hear his charming voice once again, Amelia stood still with her arms crossed and decided to put her best poker face on ( one arched eyebrow, lips a bit puckered, chin raised).

So Amelia, he called you here as well.
The sound of this different, but yet familiar sound made Amelia’s feeling of a beating heart fade away. This wasn’t the man she was expecting, and clearly by what he said, whoever called the vampire queen here called him to witness his rise as well. As the man came into Amelia’s sight, she immediately recognized him. They had met before on Queen Elizabeth I’s court and maybe again inn France, she wans’t sure. They might have even slept together, but Amelia could not remember it. After all, so many man came, but none of them were of mere importance to her. Except for the one inside the tomb, whatever his name was.
"I'm sure he called you here for some.... important.... reason. He has been imprisoned for an awfully long time." ….So, when do you think that stupid beast will be done, because, I have plans for next week, and it would be upsetting to miss them."
Long Time? Beast? For a while she just listened and tried to decipher whatever this newcomer was saying, but not being able to control her curiosity any longer Amelia spoke.

“ What a marvelous event it is isn‘t it my Lord?” she spoke, remembering her first words to this man, centuries ago. “Caine isn’t it?”

“ So who exactly is he? What is his name? And what is this beast supposed to be doing anyway?” she asked turning around to face the man, her crimson eyes scanning every inch of his body, every detail of his body structure, hearing the blood pump through his veins. However she quickly lost interest and turned back to face the tomb once again. She was only interested in the man who was literally “down there”, but Amelia could not deny that every single inch of body of the man standing next to her was very familiar.

[Caine]

Caine listened to the words she was saying and he was also paying attention to the way she was looking at him. He had seen the same look in a lioness just before it pounced and devoured a Zebra. He was tempted to put her back into her place when she turned her attention away from him. As long as she didn't get grabby in all the wrong ways he was content not to curse her. Still he did have some good memories of her, even if they were from before his last two marriages, and his death and resurrection, but that wasn't the point now was it.

"An event made all the more marvelous by being in the presence of your beauty, my Lady." Caine said in mimic to the first words he said to her all those centuries ago in Elizabeth's court. He raised an eyebrow to her at her question though, "Why yes, it is Caine. But I don't believe that I formally introduced myself in our previous meetings. I am Caine, son of Adam, brother and slayer of Abel, brother and lord of Seth and builder of the great city of Enoch. Hopefully you'll be able to remember my name from now on."

Caine smirked as he thought over Amelia's words in regard to who was in the tomb. She had been summoned and she didn't even know who was doing it, i made him truly wonder at the value she could bring, but he was certain Deimon had a reason, even if it was just to have a long over do bit of fun with a beautiful woman. That was a distinct possibility Caine thought. And if it was, then Caine almost felt sorry for Amelia, almost. She was a vampire after all, and she did look at him like he looked at a fine piece of steak.

"Who is he? Well, I don't want to ruin all the mystery, as I'm sure he would love to tell you himself. But I suppose his name wouldn't hurt, not that it would really tell you who he is. Deimon, was his name. And I last saw him, well spoke to him would be better was, I want to say during the late Age of Atrocities, but it could have been early Age of Babel, I'm not certain. It was a long time ago you understand. And as for the Beast, while I'm not a hundred percent sure what its doing I would guess that its digging." Caine said with a smirk as he looked at his pocket watch again, somewhat impatiently, couldn't he have sent out the summons after he was dug out Caine thought, not before.

Closing the pocket watch and putting it back in his pocket he looked over Amelia, this time with a cold appraising look. He wasn't checking her out, he was assessing her, like a threat or a target. His eyes no longer held the hint of any humanity and it was clear from the look that his age and identity was no lie. And then it was gone, and the serious, if somewhat frivolous facade had returned, and once again he appeared human. With an amused look on his face he said, "I still remember that little fling we had in France. I did not appreciate you biting me down there. I was a bit of a surprise to say the least." Once he finished speaking he chucked in an amused manner.

[Amelia]

Her scarlet lips curled into a discreet smile as Caine spoke the same words he had spoken years ago when they first met. Then he started to re-introduce himself to her. One thing was true, Caine never told Amelia who he really was, she had known his true identity after another vampire in court told the vampire queen who was at the time one of Elizabeth’s ladies in waiting.
“My Lord, I knew of your history and nature way back then. Some of the vampires in court were well aware of your true nature and after they told me my interest for you got greater. What did you think I was the only one in court? Didn’t you ever think it was a bit strange that a few ladies in waiting and council members only showed themselves at night” she spoke softly, but did not make an eye contact with Caine. If anything came up the tomb, Amelia wanted to be the first one to see it. She could remember the day when one of her vampire friends told her about the man she spoken to earlier that day (Caine). The idea of being caught in a bad romance with a biblical character, a cursed one, made her want to crawl up the walls in excitement. She was all about the thrill back then!

Amelia who was focused on the tomb, noticed her attention switching targets, once Caine started to talk about the man that visited Amelia’s wildest dreams. “Deimon huh? Sounds like a good name. And he’s just as old as we are? Maybe even older. That should make things interesting.” she gently moved her head a bit, to look at Caine. “Very interesting I might add.” she smiled and looked once again to the tomb. "I still remember that little fling we had in France. I did not appreciate you biting me down there. I was a bit of a surprise to say the least."

Ah France! Amelia and Caine sure did enjoy themselves in France. It happened a few years after Amelia left England, which was sometime after Elizabeth passed away. Caine somehow found Amelia when she was hunting, attempting to start her first coven actually , and they instantly felt more attracted to each other than before. They did it on the stables which were not that far from Amelia’s hunting spot. Their night together was just as violent and sensual as Amelia’s “night with” Deimon. While they plaid she was a bit daring and bit Caine’s southern area, but at that time he seemed to have liked it, in a masochistic kind of way.
“You know you loved it. But unfortunately for you it won’t happen anytime soon, or ever again. I’m sure you understand why.” she slightly leaned her head forward, hoping he would understand the sign.

ooc: low muse and sleepy, sorry for any mispellings and lack of good ideas on this post.

[Deimon]

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Deeper and deeper she let the power flow, drilling through layer and layer of rubble and remains until it found its target and like metal to a magnet, the power surged into the body that lay in stasis for many centuries until now. When the task was done, the creature turned to her Master’s guests, then she turned to her sons and daughters and almost immediately, they withered away and died. Their service to the Master was done and over with.

His dormant cells were suddenly brought back to life. His still heart began to beat, his lungs took their first breath in years and all other bodily functions returned to normal for him. Brain activity kicked up rapidly and his eyes flicked open and stared into the darkness about him. Darkness. To most it was a veil that prevented one from seeing, for him, seeing into the darkness was like seeing the day, everything was crystal clear and in high definition, hence why he could see the skeletal remains of the three bastards who’s pathetic attempt to take him down actually worked. Astounded as he was, more annoyed was he so it warmed his heart a bit to see their remains, and even more when he crushed their weathered bones with a single thought.

He got to his feet and glanced about what was left of his temple, the temple he had built by those who served him. It was in this place that he ruled with a firm, cunning and at times cruel mind. He did not always have time for fancy showcases of abilities, anyone who did was just a pathetic child who enjoyed hiding behind something bigger and badder, well…nothing was bigger and badder than he was, and nothing ever will be. Well, aside from the fact that he was completely naked, he felt fine. He seemed fine. His body was not up to full strength but he had some abilities up his sleeve; enough to get him out of this makeshift tomb and back topside. He needed to see the world as it was today, you see, he may have been in stasis, but a mind like his could never be silence even if he wanted it to be. He was around, he always was. How else would he have been able to call for his puppet and his bride to witness his re-awakening?

Without the desire to make them wait any longer, closed his eyes and scattered every atom his body was made up of, transported them beyond the rubble and brought them together with a sounded that was reminiscent to the loudest clap of thunder, and then he appeared, standing before them, naked and magnificent and powerful like no other. He looked from one to the other then flexed the black wings he now adorned. Closing his eyes, he waited until his father’s gift to him had shed and shrunk into non-being and then he set his eyes on Amelia. She was a woman so purely beautiful and flawless. Eyes that burned with passion and lips that called for him to taste and to savor and enjoy. He remembered that dream he gave her, he remembered how much he pleased her, but sadly it was just a dream and fortunately for her, that dream was going to come true. He approached her, feeling confident wearing nothing but his own skin; unashamed that his enviable endowment was out for show and tell. When he reached her, he placed a hand on her cheek and looked into her eyes for some moments before he kissed her like lovers do. “You look beautiful. Thank you for coming.” He whispered into her ear.

In that moment he longed to do so much more to send her off into ecstasy, but he thought better of the moment. “Thank you for coming Caine. Good to see you don’t hold any hard feelings. After all, your foolish mistakes are all in our past.” Well, he just had to do that now, didn’t he? He had to stab, twist then pull that dagger out because he had to and that was that, now off to bigger things, like getting himself dressed. He turned and gazed upon a wooden bench that sat on the rocky terrain with a plain, black polo shirt, black jeans and a pair of boxers thrown onto it. He walked over to it, dressed him before his company, still quite comfortable with him being naked; then sat and looked at the two. They looked like a ridiculous pair as he stared at them. Amelia would look better at his side…Caine, he would do better as his lackey of sorts, so though they made a horrible pair, they would have their uses, one more so than the other. Who? He’d never tell.

“Well, well, well…the world has certainly changed over the many, many, many, many, many….many years since I’ve been out of commission. Kinda feel hurt than no one came to look for me. I mean, a proper burial would have been nice.” He said conversationally while looking about the depressing terrain. “Can’t believe they call it the Demonic Wasteland now…it used to be the centre point of the empire, my Empire…but now, look at it. It’s depressing. All my hard work gone to waste. Sad.” He glanced back to them, and then fixed his eyes on Amelia, and he hungered for her close presence. “Amelia…sit with me.” He said, waiting for her to come beside him before he looked to Caine. “Do you have any regrets being here? If so, you can take my place in my tomb and I can find someone as appropriate…I’m just saying. Won’t have you pulling another “stunt”, fun as it was, for me that is…for you…eh, not so much I think. So…what say you?” Deimon was impatient. Not the adult version of the world, but the infant version. He was hungry, he was tired, he was restless…he was impatient.

[Caine]

Caine looked at her when she revealed that she had known who he was back then and as she walked forward toward the hole that was being dug he said, "Of course I knew there were other vampires there, they were the reason I was there in the first place. They knew some of my secrets and I had come to silence them. If I had known then that you knew who i truely was, you would not have survived for our next encounter. Did you not consider it odd that some of those same servants and advisers would just vanish away into the shadows? Never to be seen again." Caine smiled as he said that, as if remembering a pleasant memory.

When Amelia compared herself to him and Deimon in terms of age Caine actually laughed. He couldn't believe that she had said that, there was no way she even came close to his age, so he found it incredibly amusing. "He and I are comparable in age, though I predate him by some years. You however, are not even close, maybe once you pass a millennium you might be able to make that comparison, but not before. You may be old compared to most, but Methuselah you are not. Also my dear, I have no interest in returning to you, if I was going to return to any of my old flames, it would be an ex-wife, not a one night stand."

Caine was about to say more about the subject when the ground rumbled and Diemon appeared, buck naked. Caine had no use for modesty, false or otherwise so he didn't really care about it. Not only that he lived in the age of antiquities and nudity was not seen in the same negative light it would eventually come by in modern day. When Deimon addressed him regarding past mistakes Caine chuckled slightly and replied, "My mistakes? If I recall it was you who got my son killed on the fields of Arcadia. I told you that it was foolish to attack that city. Decapitating your ambassador to my city was a perfectly reasonable response."

Caine looked around, partly glad to see the ruin that had come to Deimon's old empire, it was refreshing image to behold, this destruction of all that Deimon once held, and a testament to the raw power that the opposition truely held. And that such power could never be dismissed simply because they choose not to use it. Restraint was a lesson that only time could every really teach, at least that's what Caine thought, and he couldn't help bu wonder if Deimon had learned that lesson over these ages he had been buried, though Caine didn't really care as Deimon's new little war he was sure to start would cover his own agenda nicely.

Caine thought for a moment, then he walked over to the hole and looked down it at the other skeletons down the hole before turning back to Deimon and said, You know, no one came to give you a proper burial because there was a near impenetrable barrier keeping most people out. Though it wouldn't surprise me if the Harbinger of Skulls had come to study all this." Caine then looked at Amelia and said, "It's one of my grandkids, if you ever meet him run. He will dissect you and devour your soul."

Caine simply ignored Deimon's final taunt about killing him and tossing his body into the pit he just crawled out of. Mainly because Caine figured that he needed Caine for some reason or he wouldn't have called him here to witness he return to the land of the living. Not only that no one was immune to the rage of God that would come to those who killed Caine, and Deimon knew of this curse. Beside, it wasn't like Caine hadn't come back from death before. Knowing this Caine crossed his arms and looked expectantly at Deimon and said, "So, I expect you have some great plan, you have had long enough to think about it."

[Amelia]

She said nothing in response to Caine’s meaningless words. Listening to him brag about how many vampires he killed back in the Tudor era, was of mere importance to Amelia. Luckily none of the vampires that had gone missing, supposedly murdered by Caine, were her friends, so why should she even bother remembering what did and didn’t happen back then. Impatience was growing inside her. Why was Deimon taking so long, she wanted to see him, wanted to get out of there with him and make the dream she had of him reality. Suddenly she heard something, something moving under the earth, which was not the beast. From what Amelia could hear, what was moving down under was indeed her lover. She could slightly hear the blood pumping through his veins, his lungs welcoming what probably was the first breath of fresh air in eons. Assuming that anytime soon Deimon would appear right in front of her, Amelia straightened her back and tightened her corset a bit more, pushing up her breasts. Surely Deimon would pretty much enjoy that incredible display.

Shortly after making sure she looked good enough for her slumbered lover, there was the sound of a loud crack! As if some kind of a giant bone had been split in two, or the sound of a lighting strike. After the loud sound that would have probably cause some damaged to a mortal’s hearing, Amelia saw who she wanted to see. He stood there, magnificent, diabolical but yet angelical looking (ironic isn’t it?), completely naked with a thin layer of sweat giving his body an even more magnificent glow. What was even more intriguing was the fact that Deimon had a great pair of black raven-like wings adorning his muscular back. He was indeed a force to be reckoned with. For the meantime in which Deimon stood there in silence, Amelia scanned his perfectly shaped body. Her hungry scarlet eyes capturing and admiring every body detail they could find. The image of Deimon standing there naked, all taut, sweaty and bulging in all the right places, was something Amelia would never forget.

After his wings shrunk, he finally came up to her, looking even better than what Amelia remembered. He gently touched her cheek and with a passionate kiss, he greeted his lover. During that moment, Amelia was driven to a state of complete bliss. She felt as if they were no longer in the presence of another person and out of that horrid place that smelled like rotten meat and sulfur. Amelia controlled herself before she made things get sexual. If they were alone, she would have sunken her nails in Deimon’s back and feast on his blood for as long as he allowed her to before engaging in another completely animalistic, but yet pleasurable sexual act. Perhaps Deimon was able to sense Amelia’s difficult in controlling herself, maybe that was what made him cease that kiss. She would never know!

Amelia stood on the very same spot after Deimon pulled himself away from her. It was actually pretty pathetic how she let a man do that to her. Why on Earth was that whole butterfly crap happening to her again? Could she really be in love after living all those years? Didn’t she know better? Well to her defense, Deimon wasn’t actually a man. He was some sort of a gorgeous male creature that looked like a man and he was the only one that had the potential to be her mate and fulfill every single one of her sexual fantasies and desires.

“Amelia…sit with me.”
She heard the deep and masculine voice calling her name. Now that she was paying attention to the things around her, Amelia noticed much to her disappointment that Deimon was already dressed. Well that wouldn’t be a problem, after all Amelia did plan on ripping her lover’s clothes off with her teeth. She walked towards Deimon and sat down on the wooden bench. She placed one hand on her lap and the other one on Deimon’s upper thigh. It wasn’t until Caine started talking that Amelia started rubbing Deimon’s thigh. That would hopefully get his mind off all the useless things Caine was going to say and ready for what would happen later that same night.

[Deimon]

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Indeed it had distracted him. He had actually took the attentive approach and listened to what Caine had to say…at first, but when his love sat beside him and started to tease him with the most innocent of gestures, well…to suffice, he preferred to get wrapped up in that than to listen to the squabbling of an old man. He lowered his gaze to her hand on his thing, and then looked across at her with a blank face, though blank, his thoughts were burning with sexual excitement…but he had control, and he was not going to lose it…no…not even for Amelia. He leaned over, kissed her on the base of her neck, then a bit further up her smooth flesh then on her cheek before he smirked and whispered into his ear. “The night is yet to come…you can quench all your desires then.” His breathing got heavy for a moment as he pictured what they could do…would do, but as stated before, he had control and no woman could make him lose it. He sat back on the chair, his gaze once again on Caine.

“Yes, I have had long enough to think about it. Long. Much too long. Time and space passing around me…yes, I did have time to think about. Thank you for acknowledging that.” He said, glancing off from the centuries old man to stare off into the bleak horizon. “That war was won…that war was basically one by me. My strategy was unrivaled, my execution was impeccable…and then they pulled a plan so foolish, so moronic…so unbelievably ignorant that it worked.” He went silent for a moment. His gaze switched back to Caine and then he started to laugh. It was a genuine laugh, a laugh so true that it seemed so out of place in this current situation, but nevertheless it was a real one because he was amused by it. It also pissed him off, but he was amused mostly. It took them guts to storm this place, vast as it was, and a great deal of balls to fight through a horde of his followers, but they did it…three emerged and they did what they were ordered to do. “It worked.” He reiterated.

“Unfortunately, something like that will not work again. The mere fact that they had to pull a stunt so reckless that it had to be done as a last resort tells me a great deal. It tells me that they could never get a step ahead that they were afraid…and they should be, even more so now because I have learned from my mistakes and I will not take anyone close to me and look upon them blindly. I will not look down upon any plan because the stupidest or the simplest things turn out to be the most effective…heard of the Trojan horse? Simple, right? And they did as they had set out to do; they brought down the walls and burnt the city…well. Never again.” He glanced over at Amelia then to Caine and he smiled. “Much work is to be done Caine, and I cannot let my face bee seen, not just yet which means you will have to get your hands dirty, that is, if you are not too afraid of wrestling in the mud with the big league boys.”

“The title of Source must be filled until I can rightfully take what is mine again…and you will have to do. Amelia will pose as your Queen. Now, that does not mean you can lay one finger on her, you are not even allowed to float a thought in her direction because something will happen to you Caine. You have secrets, don’t think they are unknown. And please, don’t take that as a threat, think of it as…a promise.” He was having fun with this. He was serial-killer crazy at the moment, but he was enjoying this because he had to. He needed to. He deserved this after centuries of imprisonment. “So you will temporarily take my seat and organize my people. Amelia with her beauty, influence and power will add to the reorganization and she will be there to keep things in check, and by things I mean you. I’m going to be rather busy over the coming period and I won’t want you digging your roots too deep. Any questions? Oh and you’ll be needing this Caine.” He added, pointing to the Grimoire that was at Caine’s feet. “Be careful with that, I wrote it all myself…it’s precious to me.”

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