#and the utter bloodthirst to make something that went so wrong right again

[paperglader]

So… I did jingliu’s companion mission…

you’re telling me that the only thing that’s been keeping this woman alive is hatred and a promise she made to someone she loved like eons ago… and that the reincarnation of that same woman who she made the promise to told her that she could cure her mental turmoil if only she let herself rid of the torments of the past, and jingliu was like “nope, my pain is the only thing that’s keeping the memory of my loved one alive, so I shall bare it till the stars go dark” TO HER FACE. And then proceded to tell her that even though she couldn’t physically do anything to aid her illness, just by being near her once again, she healed more than any medicine could’ve ever done.

So, she’s doomed by immortality to live her life infinitely with the grief of the loss of the one she loved + the loss of her own sanity, and the guilt of the deeds made whilst she wasn’t lucid in her own body. Believing herself a sinner and a criminal, with no memories of the good times, all stolen by her own mind- with only hatred left towards the people that she once called her friends. A revenge that could never be fulfilled by her own blade. So, she seeks for one last final respite before being locked away at last, to serve her due. She tries one final time to draw blood, to diminish, to sever- to grant a favor, to end a life. And throughout that last display of violence she gets, once again, to see a flash of the face that she had missed so dearly, of a soul she once loved that until then had been stored amongst forgotten phantoms of what once was. In the end neither of them get what they sought. Either way, they are doomed to keep trying still, for eternity. To hate each other. To mourn. To hate themselves, to punish themselves, to punish each other. To kill. To die. To be reborn, yet again, with the same weight on their shoulders and a feeble mind that’s just on the verge of collapse. Sick and tired. Forever.

[adoreith-blog]

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-Trigger words, just be warned-

Sitting in darkness the man was leaning up against the walls of the cage that held him, loose robes covering his body when he was not being used to feed the females, chains laid on the cold ground leading up to the cuffs that bound him. A mask covering his mouth made of metal and shining with a purple ruin to apparently hold back something. Sad and emotionless eyes looked down to the hooves a leg curled under the other as he sat there miserably. His mind was elsewhere, keeping himself busy with the past he has lived---

He was once a very powerful demon, who ruled within this realm with tons of ladies to serve him. That long ago he lead a group of rebels, one that was far away from the others of utter control and using the men to the only breed and enslaves.There soon was a woman who joined them, who had changed his heart when he had met someone who made his mind wander relentlessly with wonder, a succubus who showed different qualities, even if she fed just as they did he always noticed she ran off and had taken the liberty of her own life and adventures, he had even followed her once or twice to see why his want was so bad, seeing how she would interact with people in the mortal realm, watching her form that always changes depending on where she was at the time, oh how this drew him to want to know her more.

Even with the frolicking of mortals, and with the others on how they would disguise themselves to fit where they went, his eyes always remained on the woman, no matter how delicious the others of his kind were, it seemed the only one who had won his attention was the one never trying, this instilled his game of hunting the prey, he would make her his, no matter what it took. It took time, patience, it took persuading- As if the woman was immune, though in reality he never used his powers to get her, he only wished she was to be willing.

With all the parties they partook in, well before the girls had overrun the group he was in and sought so much power as they do to this day, he remembered habits he took up, how drinking and smoking was a luxury within the mortal realm, ah those days were blissful and full of wonders as well as sex and tormenting. Though he only did such things to the bad people that had sought out to harm others, not just his kind, the mortals he now started to see why the love he wanted to capture so very bad had taken to them.

As the memories of his very first true love impaled even the darkest thoughts of his mind the whole her being ripped from his arms and his very own child they had created together, he would hit the back of his head against the cage that held him within even with the pain, with the blood dripping, anger and bloodthirst only filling his mind now, oh how he wanted to break out and kill the ladies who had done this to him, making him want to end his life, to break away from this eternal torment.

He wanted to make them suffer greatly, to inflict pain upon themselves, on each other even. Wanting their blood drained and their bones broken by his commands. To beat one another and to bow before him beg for their lives, but he would deny and make them suffer. He wanted to hold the power he had over them and use it for his own pleasure.

‘Arradun… My sweet sweet love… They will die, for this, just as all the warlocks that had treated you wrong did… By my hands… I will rip them to shreds, I will feast on their energy and drain each and every one of them for you.’

It was true, any of the people who bound her and harmed her were killed, any time she had come back harmed because of them he sought them out and obliterated them, even at times using his powers to torment and assure they killed themselves-- Assuring that his kind did not get the bad rep as they already did.. Not to deepen things, but oh how he loved killing the mortals, any way he could he enjoyed the tormenting that was done.

Even before she had taken him in as a mate, he did so much to assure she was always happy and seemed compelled to keep doing such, this had angered the other females, slowly after so many eternities that it took. She had finally devoted herself to him and they kept to one another far away from the others and even at times kept to the mortals for safety.

“Arradun, we can’t hide forever my love.”

“ I know Adoreith, but I want to raise her here far away from the others, I want her to be shown what love actually is, as we have learned from the mortals, I want her to learn this too.”

Though the child would have been within the group of loving and free Sayaad, they would still venture back to the normal realm when they felt danger coming, all but the pair split off to make things harder to find them. They sought freedom and would do anything to keep it. But they still had to go back from time to time, mainly to check on the others that they had and called a family. This day was the worst mistake of their lives. Once they had gotten back they found they were under attack.  there were too many for them to fight off, and it would be too much to risk their child. Ripping the pair apart and taking the child as leverage she would be the only thing they could use as the mother would have been dragged away and killed for keeping him a secret.

Every day they reminded him of the child, how she was growing, this was the only way aside from the chains and mouth cover to keep his want going, though they had to use their powers on him so often, but yet it empowered the succubi that used him and fed from him, even forcing him to breed, every day, for so long he wanted to die, but sadly he could never as they fed him just as much as he fed them. With the leader and her lashings on the man, it seemed to not heal till she deemed him worthy of a good job.

Lately with his self-infliction and they seemed to be busy doing other things, some of the lashings never did heal, without the mother being proud and deeming him worthy they wouldn’t. It would be fruitless as even as the wounds made him suffer, he knew he would never die from them. Though he did have a visitor here and there, a young child who seemed to be almost as abused as he was, a mix between a felhound and one of his own, it was a very rare occurrence for them to be able to breed outside of their own, so she was one who may had been created just to be used for things. She had spoken with him every day, even though he couldn’t talk.

She would explain from time to time, on how she was being trained to hunt, just as her father did for so very long for them, apparently, she was also used to take down the camps, even though he had been so very angered he could never reach her. He saw in her eyes she never knew better, this was the reasoning for her being born, though he hated her... He knew deep down that this child was only used as a tool for the others to be hunted and enslaved.

Wondering how many more are out there other than himself, he had been kept alone… Isolated from this large group to just use him for their own wants and needs. Though after about 10 years, he had gotten used to the small child near him and all her stories, this had allowed him to be kept updated on all of the things that were happening. Though one day she had been found and was punished severely by one of the more powerful ladies, whipped before him, only instilled the anger and rage more, yanking... Pulling at the chains and eyes that grew full of hate.

Though the child was still alive the blood seemed to just drop to the floor, she would have been dragged away being told she had a very important job, and she may never see him again.

Left alone now, he was left to wallow in his own mind again, for some unknown reason the others looked distressed, overhearing things now.

‘She hasn’t returned?’

‘You were to keep an eye on her! We need her still cause of him!’

‘Get the tracker, we are needing to find her and right now!.’