abyssalmarked

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He'd found the stone during a routine buying spree of earthen antiquites. It was the perfect centerpiece for his upcoming gala and he just had to have it. Buying it outright he had it taken to his estate and placed near the marker as his staff prepared for the upcoming event.

Things went by smoothly and the gala turned into a bloodbath as he'd expected. People were tearing themselves apart in worship of the marker and the dark god it represented. Marble painted crimson filled the room as bodies were tossed into the pool under the marker as tribute. And then all hell broke loose. The coffin erupted and he acted on instinct to capture and mark the one who'd come from it.

Stamping his cane against the stone he caught their attention again. "I said I am going out on a business trip and i expect you to behave. Is that understood?"

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How long had it been? He couldn’t remember, time was a hazy thing and fickle like sand held in the hand; it trickled between his fingers and bled away into obscurity along the beach. He had been earthbound for so long until a group of humans took it upon themselves to take his home for their own, binding him in a coffin of black stone, the surface black and glasslike, it shimmered and reflected light as if trapped within only to fade into darkness. His body began to shut down to preserve itself, time would not touch him and so he fell into slumber.

A slumber in which he was thrust into an abyss, a deep sea of horrors and monstrosities, of endless night and the deepest forests. A sea of black trees enveloped him until he too became overgrown with moss, riddled with fungi and growths. He was subject to whispers and stalking predators as prey, he dreamt of monstrosities unimaginable and nights so cold they bit. Eyes ever watching in the trees and the skies, the shadows rippled and flowed like water amongst rotten roots and lush growths formed from constant decay. He behold an eternity of oblivion, the end of all things… Until his stone coffin, contents forgotten by age, was sold left his homeworld far away as a mere antiquity.

This antiquity found its new home in an estate luscious and grand, as intricate the stone had warped into wonderful shapes growing from dreams of the deep. But one fateful day in an act of the establishment owner’s devotion, to the very being he dreamt in the bowels of, the casket became soaked with blood that seeped through the cracks. Crimson life stained the ancient vampires lips and woke him from what would have been eternal slumber, falling he woke desperately starving lapping and hungering for the sweet relief of food. Stone cracked and hummed, the marker it’s kindred lit up a deep verdant green the scent of the deep forests rolled as a fog of thick cold air spread from the crumbling coffin before stone erupted violently and scattered around, form revealed the vampire freed.

Floating and weightless, hazy from eons of slumber, he was bathed in the light of the marker and touched by the void he dreamt in for so long. Connections rooted so deep they were nigh inseparable, the whispers still hushed to his ears that twitched before he landed and sank to his knees breathing crisp air shaky and cold. Finally free… At least that’s how it should have been. Instead weakness swallowed him and more time bled by, but droplets of moments, foreign words lost to him and hands pulling and holding his lift form aloft. Sweet suffering woke him next, pure agony having him scream as metal tore his back asunder, metal and tech woven into tender flesh. His world and life, his dreams and voices howled and flashed, memories of his own and something far greater then him bursting through his mind like divine vision.

The sound of the cane snapped him to, the vampire stood like a ghostly figure by the window draped in black and reds of the deepest hue, serpentines eyes cold stared at his new captivity, his owner so he was told. Cruel metal curled up his neck and face, coiling around his ribs and sides, encasing his back. The vampire crossed his arms over his chest, the gaping open front of the dress just like the mouth of the god they both served. “ What dost thou want from thy now? ” He hissed out, curt and cruel, he despised this man who thought he was nothing but property. This man who caged him in a way other than stone; gods he hated humans and would eagerly await their ends, he was tired of being trapped, tired of being a hidden trophy for sick obsession.

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Once Carson had left the room the staff worked quickly to clean up the mess and ensure his property was taken care of. Seeing the state that Viper was in they called for the doctor as Carsons things couldn't be broken or they'd all have hell to pay. Dragging him out into the halls they moved him back to his room to be locked up until the doctor arrived. The doctor was paid under the table to keep anything he saw or heard to himself. He brought up the taint consuming Viper but was told to ignore it. Shrugging he went to work resetting bones and drugging him until he could hardly function. Stapling the skin closed he was told to leave painful reminders so that another outburst would be avoided.

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Several weeks had passed since Viper took off and he hadn't bat an eye. The tracking chip was still functioning and he could see the path his property took as it moved though the city. Giving them time to feel a taste of freedom he just watched the screen while sipping some champagne. Looking to his trackers he just smirked. "Go harass them but don't bring them back yet. I want them to be hopeless knowing they can't escape me."

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His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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He wanted them more than anything and he groped at the breast's that had fallen out of the top. Before he could do much more or stake his claim there came a knock at his door. Cursing under his breath he pulled off of them and got to his feet. Cleaning himself off he walked to the door and nearly hissed at the guard standing there. "I am busy. This had better been important." Fixing his tie he paused hearing just what had happened. Cursing he looked back towards Viper on the ground and sighed.

"I will be back. Don't think you're escaping this." With that he pulled a cloth from his pocket and began dabbing at his face to clean up the blood. Stumbling out into the hall he rushed off to the emergency meeting that had been called at the most inopportune time.

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His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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This was his beloved saint and would be his for all time. Nobody would ever take them away if he could help it. With how light they were he knew they didn't have metal bones so his wounds were even more wonderful. Grinding against them he just smiled as they screamed at him again. Such violence and anger could only come from one influenced by his god. The thoughts rolled through his mind like sickly sweet blades. He wanted more; he wanted them.

Flipping them both over was a struggle with his bum leg but he managed. Pinning the saint down under him he took every hit and claw thrown his way. Bleeding freely onto them he felt as if they were marked for all time. They were his. And one way or another they would learn to love it.

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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The last thing he ever would have imagined was the way his new toy brutalized him. Feeling himself fall as yet another hit came he actually slipped in and out of consciousness between hits and curses. The way the pain twisted into pleasure had him wanting to rip the clothes right off of them and take them right then and there. Struggling to catch his breath he registered that his metal bones were actually cracked and with the light coming from the marker he knew why. This was no mere toy. This was his saint and delivered the words of his God.

As he lay there on the ground bleeding and wheezing he just stared up at them in awe. This was the one thing he'd been looking for for so long. And now he had them. He had them. Swallowing hard he struggled to contain the way his body reacted and in the end he stopped caring. They would be his and no one else's. Struggling to sit up and see out of his one working eye he mumbled a bit through broken lips. "You are mine. My favorite of all."

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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His toy was a sight for sore eyes. With the perfect hourglass figure and what seemed to be struggle in those flashing eyes it made quite the scene. He puffed out his chest ready to hear the begging or perhaps the false bravado that many put on. What he didn't expect was to be punched with such force that his head snapped back a bit and his lip busted open. Nose and lip bleeding he touched them as if in shock. They'd hit him. Actually struck out and lashed their tongue like a whip.

And fuck did he like it. Licking the blood from his lips his eyes shifted to expose a new hunger. If they wanted to beat him up and think they'd won he'd amuse them. Eyes glinting dangerously he just managed to smile a bit. "Oh that was delightful. Do it again."

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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Seeing everyone rushing about to ready things pleased him. In this estate he was king and everybody knew it. He ruled supreme. He was not to be questioned. As he walked down the hall the thunk of his cane was his only companion for the first bit before his assistant rushed over to brief him on his upcoming meetings and interviews. His schedule was going to be busy for the next few months so he'd need to get his fun in before then. Waving them away he made a few comments on how he'd get to things once he's had a chance to settle down and relax a bit. A man deserved to put his feet up with a good glass of liquor after such a long trip.

Walking into his office he stopped to admire the view before him. They were donned in his colors and seemed to be almost withdrawn to his eyes. Was that fear? Tilting his head he just grinned and shut the doors behind him. "Well, well. This was a meeting long overdue. I don't like to keep my property out of the loop for so long." Walking right up to them he grinned loving how much of their chest was in view. They had the perfect body and would look good on his arm or under it. "Come now, speak up. Talk like a good little toy."

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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He seemed almost giddy as his car drove him back to his estate. Like a child waiting to open a new toy he couldn't stop his hands from twitching. He wanted to wrap those hands around their neck and watch the fear rise up in such innocent eyes. His staff had assured him that his guest was afraid and didn't understand what was going on. It just made him want to taste his fear even more. As the car turned the bend he sat up a bit straighter.

Once parked he was let out and escorted back inside. Staff stood in rows as if greeting royalty which made him grin. In this estate he was the king. He was their god and nobody could tell him otherwise. Marching up to the main floor where his office lay he couldn't wait to see his newest prize.

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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The doctor has sent him a report on how his newest acquisition was doing. Apparently they were afraid and struggling which gave him a sense of power. He controlled what happened in their life now. Sending word to his staff he wanted them to keep driving it home that they were property now. Owned by a man who would expect complete obedience at the cost of punishment.

It took another week before his meetings were finished and he could return to his estate. Once his shuttle landed he knew they'd be scrambling to appease him. As his car carried him back to his home he couldn't wait to test and taste his newest little toy. At least now they'd be able to understand him to obey.

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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After several days of trying different foods the staff gave up trying to please him and just brought what they'd seen him eat before. They still cleaned and dressed him each day without fail but didn't try to talk or give him any support. They moved as if they were both mindless but always in a rush. They had to keep the estate looking pristine and ready for guests at any moment.

A few days later they brought a doctor in to give him his translation chip as Carson was due to return later that day and wanted his prize ready to play

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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The estate was spotless and every surface seemed to be polished to a shine. Every so often there would be symbols from the marker or bits of black stone embedded in the walls. Staff bustled about speaking the common tongue and most just ignored him as he wasn't of any importance to them. The few that knew better tried to usher him back into his room to get dressed. They put him in appropriate clothing before taking him to the dining room and making him a feast to eat as they watched to make sure he ate.

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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A gift for @abyssalmarked I am not sorry for this unhealthy villain obsession.

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His god had sent him a gift, a saint, and they were all his. So once the event was over he had his staff clean and prepare them for him. As much as he wanted to indulge he'd have to wait. Several important meetings had come up and his saint wasn't going anywhere. Leaving word with the staff to not let them go he went to handle his business. It wasn't like they would get far if they ever left their room that is.

Closed RP W/@abyssalmarked

His head throbbed, pain rising from behind his eyes, he shifted and slowly sat up. Silken sheets falling back he stopped and paused confused, staring down at himself in a practically transparent and flimsy nightdress. Against his pale skin the black fabric stood out amongst the dark sheets of the bed, although he didn’t understand how he got into it. He looked around trying to remember how he got here, wherever here was, what had happened again? He had been home, but then… A piercing sound and darkness seemed to swallow him, but what had happened after? Why was he waking up here? Where was here? He swung his legs off the side of the bed and winced holding his head.

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What would I do without George Luz?

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As Carson walked around the estate puffed up like a fucking rooster some of the staff took notice. One being a very annoyed guard who really didn't want to hear whatever sexy talk the asshole was going to bellow for the entire estate to hear. Knocking on the door he let himself in. "Hey shortstack." Ralph teased giving him a look that was anything but relaxed. "Do you need me to do a sweep for assassins and kidnappers again?" Asking he was hoping that he could help save the ass of the man he saw in a friendly almost familial way.

"So it's coms to my attention that you've petitioned to carry my child. I accept. Prepare yourself because the ritual begins at sundown."

@of-venom-and-blood

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When Viper agreed his brows rose and he instantly made plans. Sending off a flurry of messages he had the cooks whipping up dishes to increase his potency and medicines sent over to get his favorite in the mood. To have a child with him would be an occasion. "I'll see you at sundown I have to prepare." Slipping off he disappeared into the depths of the house.

"So it's coms to my attention that you've petitioned to carry my child. I accept. Prepare yourself because the ritual begins at sundown."

@of-venom-and-blood

[abyssalmarked]

"So it's coms to my attention that you've petitioned to carry my child. I accept. Prepare yourself because the ritual begins at sundown."

@of-venom-and-blood