A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)
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				Title: <strong>A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 21:31:13</strong>
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				The sky was clear, with stars shining brightly against the inky black backdrop. The Moon was nowhere to be seen, hidden away behind her black veil of the New phase. In the woods was a small clearing surrounding an even smaller stone cottage. Candles burned in the windows, and herbs grew in the sills. The door was closed; it was not a very welcoming sight.<br><br>Inside the cottage, a young woman stood surrounded by chalk markings drawn on the floor, candles at each of the four quarters on the ground around her. Her bed had been pushed against the wall to give her room, and the hearth fire had been extinguished that evening. She was garbed in a robe of coarse, black fabric, bound about her slender waist with a cord of brown rope. Crimson curls fell around her shoulders and upper back, framing the woman's fair, freckled face. Grey eyes gazed intently at the book in her hands, and she moistened her lips before taking a slow, deep breath, and beginning the chants.<br><br>As she spoke, her voice soft but powerful, like distant thunder, the young witch began to walk around the circle clockwise. She paused at each of the quarters, and one by one blew out the candles. Her heart pounded in her chest, but the woman did not falter. When she reached the beginning again, she lay the book down on the ground and kneeled. Picking up a silver athame, the redhead drew a shallow cut along the center of her right palm.<br><br>"I, Liana Fern, summon Thee to serve as I will!" She turned her hand palm-down and pressed it to the center of the circle, feeling the throb of her pulse all throughout her body as she made the blood sacrifice necessary for this Summoning.<br><br>Very few witches in her line had succeeded with the spell she was performing. Some had even died. It was this lack of success that made Liana as determined as she was to complete it. She would summon forth a Demon from the lower realms and have him serve her- there was a village nearby that deserved to suffer as they had made her mother suffer. With the Demon lending her its power, there was no way they could stop her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 22:21:55</strong>
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				The Nine Hells was his home but specifically Nero resided in the fifth layer among the swamps of the Styx. He hated that he had the same name as that&nbsp; annoying Roman emperor but there wasn't much he could do about that even if he sometimes was mocked for having that name. The sounds of the beasts as they tore into each other filled the air with their snarls, the cries of their flesh being ripped into, and the other sounds that came from their battles with one another. The bubbling sounds of the Styx bursting open and filling the air with the agony of those trapped in the swampy Styx added more to the constant drone.<br><br>He was leaning back in a chair made out of flesh when he felt the first tug. His hand tightened on the tankard of inky liquid. Someone was actually trying to pull him away from the fifth layer? That couldn't possibly be... Hadn't that family learned their lesson? Many of them had ended up in the Hells once the magic backlashed and sucked their souls from them, or he had gotten free and tore them apart, or they had been tricked into giving their souls to the Hells after he twisted their requests to get them to fall even further.<br><br>That tug got stronger and now he sat up with the sounds of the legs of the chair landing against the murky, and shifting floor. Satan's Ass, it really was happening! Before he could set aside the tankard, Nero felt the magic latch onto him and rip him through the portal between the worlds. He let out a growl of anger that followed him through the portal and into the circle that he found himself in. At least the tankard had come through with him and he took a pull from it as he stared at the red headed mortal that was before him while his tail swayed behind him, or around him, with annoyance.<br><br>"Speak, girl," he stated once he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand that wasn't holding onto the large container.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/KujeNero.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 22:33:36</strong>
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				Liana stared. Her willowy form began to tremble slightly, but whether it was due to the intimidation of seeing the demon in her circle, or the pride in her heart that swelled for the very same reason, she could not rightfully say. The witch moistened her lips and tossed her head, shaking the hair out of her face and tilting her chin up, attempting to take on an expression of dominance- despite her excited quivering.<br><br>"I am the witch Liana," she spoke, straightening up from her position on the ground. Her hands and the bottom of her robe were dusted with chalk. "I have summoned Thee, demon, to aid me in a simple quest." Her grey eyes burned, and colour rose to tint her fair cheeks. "I wish only to avenge the death of my mother. I do not have the power to defeat those who wronged her without at the same time losing my own life, but together-" her face split into a grin, and her hands balled into fists at her sides. "Together we would be unstoppable."<br><br>She wasn't actually sure how she should be acting around the demon. She kept herself back from him, of course, and guarded, but her mother had been taken before she had had a chance to teach her what to do if the spell actually worked.<br><br>She had been thirteen when the villagers came. They didn't know that the witch Juniper, who was a harmless herbalist and would never even dabble in the arts that Liana had taken up performing, had had a child. She had kept her fiery-haired daughter a secret the whole time, in order to keep her safe. Liana had been pushed into the cellar under the cottage when they came, and had had to listen to her mother screaming defense magic in an attempt to save her own life. They had carried her away and tied her to a stake. After the silence fell over the cottage, Liana had emerged and, from a distance, followed the villagers back. She hid amongst the trees and had watched as her mother was burned. She could feel the flames licking at her own feet, and knew that they would have to pay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 00:50:19</strong>
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				Oh wasn't she precious, thinking she could dominate him. I see the arrogance hadn't breed out of these women but for now, he'd wait to see how this played out. Although he was a little impressed that such a willowy girl managed to raise enough power to bring him from the Hells and onto the Earth. Nero stilled his tail, letting it wrap around his front and took another drink of the blood liquor in a way that made it show he didn't have a care in the world that he was trapped in her circle.<br><br>With a burp, Nero smiled over at her from the distance that separated them. "Liana the witch. Of course you need my help, girl. I bet that if you could punish everyone you would have done so before now instead of falling for the darker arts and bringing me forth." He let out a quiet snort since she did have a point that the two of them could do what she think she wanted."<br><br>He wasn't sure how long ago it had been since he was last on Earth but it sounded like those that were different were still prosecuted and killed. With a smirk filling his lips, Nero looked back at her even as he pressed a hand against the magical protection that kept her from coming to harm, testing the strength of it. A blood ward huh? At least she knew enough to use her own fluids to build a fairly strong ward and that became clear to him when he started to feel a jolt from the prison, which caused him to drop his hand. <br><br>"Very well, girl. Since you pulled me from the Hells, you should know my name already but if that isn't the case, you can call me Nero. As you can see, if you want my help you have to lower the ward." It couldn't be that easy to talk her into letting him free, could it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 00:59:03</strong>
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				"Nero," she breathed, the tone of her voice all but reverent towards the creature of Hell she had summoned- all by herself. As he spoke, she frowned.<br><br>"Lower the ward?" she repeated, looking down at her circle, and then at her two hands. "No... No, I don't. You're lying!" She raised her eyes back to his, narrowed with suspicion. Another step back. The young woman felt the throb of the wound in her hand, and curled her fingers into a looser fist. Breathing deeply, Liana relaxed her shoulders and shook her head. "Do not play your tricks with me, Nero." She searched her mind for some spell to release him from the circle while keeping him in her power...<br><br>A few fragments of magic came to her mind, but she knew she would need to book to search for the right one. The book that lay at the demon's feet. With a sigh, she raised a finger to her chin and tapped her bottom lip, looking over at the black tapered candles that burned on the window sill. "The witches of my blood may have fallen for your lures in the past," she mused aloud. "My mother never wanted to excel further than in the art of herbcraft and lore." Grey eyes returned to meet the creature's. "I will surpass them." It was almost a whisper, a fierce determination glowing in her cheeks. "I'm not lowering the wards," she repeated.
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				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 01:25:56</strong>
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				Letting out a braying laugh, since he was kind of part goat, or at least he had the attributes of those animals, Nero was amused at the reaction that comment had caused. "Am I lying? How can you tell, little witch? Although I will admit that I might be but I'll also admit that I might not be." This time his snort was louder and stronger. "Girl, seriously. You summoned a demon of the Hells and you expect that it wouldn't try to play tricks on you? That's amusing."<br><br>He followed the direction that her gray eyes had flickered towards to see what might have caught her interest. With some of his own magic, he levitated the book from the floor and into his free hand, holding it along the spine so it stayed open in his hand. Nero made "hmmmm" sounds of interest as he looked at the book while drinking a bit more. "Naughty witch, is this one of your families Book of Shadows? Neglectful to leave it inside of the circle."<br><br>"Then you're mother wasn't the fool that most of your family has been. She at least had the smarts to know what would cause her soul to come to where I live or allow her to find rest when she passed from Earth." Nero's grin turned a little wicked and with a snap of his fingers, another figure appeared in the circle with him. She was screaming when she arrived, her robes were tattered to almost nothing, and blisters of heat marred her skin. <br><br>"Look girl, it's you're great grand something granmama. She called on me more than once and she had the same arrogance to believe that my tricks wouldn't work on her."&nbsp; It wasn't really clear if the figure was something he conjured or if it was really the soul of her ancestor but either way, it was clear that the illusion or the soul appeared to have been on Heresy, the sixth layer of Hell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 01:39:55</strong>
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				Liana stared, gaping at the vision. "No- I will not be like them!" She clenched her jaw and searched her thoughts, her memories, looking at the woman. "I only ask this of you one time- and then you are free." Whether that would remain true or not the witch didn't really know. She only wanted his aid in avenging her mother- no more. But perhaps he was right, perhaps by delving into the darker arts of magic, she was forfeiting her very soul...<br><br>"No!" she cried again. Her eyes burned with rage and she turned them to the windows, looking past the trees towards the village beyond. "They will suffer as she did," she growled, the fire burning in her heart. "They must."<br><br>She reached down for her athame and held it by the hilt in her right hand. Liana drew the tip from the inside of her wrist, along her forearm, to her elbow. She screamed in pain- it hurt more than the cut on her hand had. She wet the fingers of her right hand with the fresh blood, and hurled the drops at the demon. "I bind you, Nero. I bind you to me until the deed is complete."<br><br>Her knees trembled at the second act of blood magic- she was thankful that her moon cycle was not near in either direction, or she would not have been able to cast even the first spell.
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				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 01:55:03</strong>
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				It was fun to play with mortals and since she had brought him here, what better way to do that than by making her see her ancestors soul or the illusion of one of her ancestors. He wasn't telling her either way which it was and he only wanted to taunt her with the image. Nero continued to use his magic to flip through the book, being able to read some of what was written within in. His wicked smile was still in place since he noticed she didn't answer his question about what the book actually was.<br><br>"Free? If you insist and it seems that you are. However, there's one more thing."<br><br>"If you don't care about this book, I can burn it to ashes. Isn't that correct?" He let his tankard hover within reach and a inky black flame appear in that hand. As he started to move the fire towards the book was when he saw her athame slice through her flesh and the blood run down her arm and he froze in his actions, watching her and hearing the commitment that fueled her as she spoke the words. With another snap of his fingers, he let the figure go just before he felt the binding magic settle into place.<br><br>"That was a mistake, girl," Nero said as he tone deepened. "But it seems that I'm yours until I accomplish what you desire. That blood binding won't let me harm you so now would you release the ward?" He waved the book back and forth towards her and smiled his wicked smile. "But I'm not giving this back until I damned well want too. Call it a gift for my services."
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				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 02:04:03</strong>
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				Liana relaxed when the figure disappeared, and lifted her chin defiantly. "Fine," she breathed. Closing her eyes, the flame-haired witch began to whisper, and waved her hand. The ward came down, and she lowered herself to her knees. In an attempt to make it seem as though she dropped with purpose, and not because of the exhaustion she felt, she began rubbing away the chalk on the floor. Her blood rushed in her ears, and she hissed slightly as her left arm throbbed. She stood again and managed to keep her balance as she moved to a straw basket, opining it and finding a roll of bandages, and a jar of ointment. She applied the cream to both of her wounds, then bound them quickly, watching Nero warily out of the corner of her eye.<br><br>She would need the Book of Shadows back from him eventually. Soon, actually, if she were to take down the village without relying too much on the demon- which she intended not to do. He couldn't be trusted, she knew that much. Her hands shook as she tied the bandages off, and the woman moved again, to the hearth. The stew in its pot beside the ashes of the fire was cold, but it was hearty and would strengthen her. She took a long drink of the broth before using a wooden spoon to take a few bites, still attempting to veil as much of her weakness from the creature as possible.<br><br>"What is it that you will want in return?" she asked after a few moments. She knew that everything came with a price- she wouldn't expect a deal with a demon to go any differently. Nor did she plan on disrespecting Nero at all until he was released from her and back to the Hells- he was powerful, and she was in awe.
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				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 02:51:06</strong>
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				So he had gotten what he wanted after all, it only took some time. He didn't show much reaction as he watched her with his rapt red eyes until the circle that protected her had been broken. As he stepped over what was left of the chalk, Nero stretched like he had been stuck in a prison before he looked around the cottage. He found it kind of... quint and kind of charming, if you are a peasant. Although, it wasn't like he should throw stones since nothing in the Hells would be this nice.<br><br>His gaze returned to her. Was the girl exhausted from the ward, the summoning, and then the binding? Interesting. It was no wonder she had called upon him, if that was the case. It seemed she hadn't been lying that she didn't have the power to bring her wrath on those that had killed her mother. Still holding onto her book, Nero finally pulled a chair to him and sat down, stretching his legs out before him. His gaze roamed over the book and over her from time to time.<br><br>"What do I want in return?" he asked, tapping his own chin like he had saw her do earlier. "I suppose I could ask for virgins but that's something the demons of lust would want. Me being more of a wrath demon, I'd rather have something else. Although," he grinned over at her, "I wonder if Liana the girl witch is a virgin?" <br><br>Nero paused again, trying to figure out what he might want. "I'll tell you what, I'll help you with your wrath because you've made it clear I don't have much choice and once everything is done to your satisfaction, I want the binding removed so I can stay on Earth. Let's see, I'll stay here until you pass from the Earth. That seems fair." A moment later, once he took another drink from the tankard didn't seem to lose any of the liquid no matter how much he drank, Nero added, "I was thinking of asking for you but I'm positive that wouldn't be something you're agree with. Plus, I can wait for your soul to come to the Hells. Trust me, if you do what you're planning, you will come to the fifth layer."
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				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 03:00:43</strong>
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				"I will do what I must." She knew she would be condemning her soul with this act of vengeance, but she didn't care. "An eye for an eye." An eyebrow arched as she pondered his other questions.<br><br>"Virgin? Yes." There was a sense of pride in her voice, and she lifted her chin smugly. "Untouched by any but nature." None of the people in the village even knew that she was there. A few had come to look at the old witch's cottage and had left confused, wondering why they were wandering the woods at all. It was a simple thing, to alter someone's memories- and just a little harder to take them away entirely, but Liana was more than able.<br><br>"Then you will have me." She lifted her thin shoulders in a shrug, attempting to be nonchalant. "I will live out my days, and then I am yours. It may be a while," she grinned. "I intend on outliving my ancestors." Not that that would be a difficult feat- in her early twenties already, Liana was far ahead of the game. Many of the witches who had dabbled with the darkness of Blood magic died by that age, if they were lucky.<br><br>The coarse material of her robe began to chafe against her skin, and the witch reached a hand under the wide neckline, feeling the beginning rawness at the tops of her shoulders. She grimaced, and untied the belt, letting it fall to the ground. Giving the demon another wary look, however she chose not to remove the garment despite her discomfort. It would be better, for her own safety.<br><br>She wasn't sure what having him around until her death would mean. In the back of her mind, she began going over all the different ways he would make her regret summoning her, and she paled. Swallowing another bite of stew, she set the pot down beside her and rubbed her hands on her skirt. The candles in the window were, one by one, guttering out. The vapor that rose from the wicks lingered in the reflection of the windows before fading into the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 03:28:14</strong>
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				"That you would do what you must was made clear to me just by having you summon me here. Very biblical, that eye for an eye." Nero wasn't mocking her, at least not that much. "I'm not saying you're wrong because well, hello, I'm a demon from Hell. You're committed to your goal and I find that very dedicated."<br><br>"Right, or maybe all the boys in the village are ugly brutes. Although, maybe you prefer women. Again, I'm not judging because, again, hello, I'm a demon. Still, being proud of that fact that you've never experienced the pleasures of your body isn't something I'd be proud about. But hey, again, not judging here. Even your mother had to have had sex to have you, and your grandmama's as well." Satan's ass, it was amusing to try to tease mortals, and this one especially since she had chained him to her. <br><br>"I know that I'll have you, that was a given and I stated that already. I can wait, that wouldn't be a problem at all and the last time I even thought of my age, I figured I was a few centuries old but I don't recall when that thought came to me." Starting a slow clap, Nero looked at her still. "Well, good for you then and out living your ancestors is a lofty goal. I mean really, who wants to burn like the one I brought to you earlier. I'd think that someone, at least someone who was mortal, would try to stay on Earth for as long as possible."<br><br>"Hey, you don't have to hide yourself for my sake. I'm not going to jump you and ravage you if your naked because I'm not that type of demon. Now if you had brought forth a succubi or a incubi, that might be something different."<br><br>Peering down at the book again, knowing that him having it might be annoying her, Nero flipped through the parchment pages. Stopping at one of the pages, he looked over at her and grinned again. "Auntie here was a depraved women. Love charms. Very nice. Ways to keep a man hard. Also very nice. Dark fertility spells as well. Oh yes, very nice. I bet she had the whole village under her spell. Oh look, a pun."<br><br>He hadn't been paying attention to the candles but the smell of some of them going out made him look over towards them for a moment before his attention returned to the book and to her. "I'd offer to heal your arm but I figured you wouldn't be interested since it would add some more to your debt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 18:01:59</strong>
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				Liana rolled her eyes at Nero's commentary. "I know what my mother did. Giving up one's virginity is a sacred rite, and I have not yet performed it. I'm not going to just lay on the road with my legs open and wait for the first willing man to walk by have me. My aunt- well, we all have our specialty magics... She was always a bit more physical than most of us." Her brow furrowed a little, and she frowned. That was the one thing that her mother had really striven to teach her, that sexuality was sacred and to be revered. Perhaps, though, it was too late for her to even save that...<br><br>"No, it will heal," she looked down at her arm. Already it was aching less- or, perhaps that was just her mind, becoming numb to the dull throb. Deciding he was right; he wasn't a demon of lust, she grasped the material of her robe and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the ground. Her hair settled around her shoulders and upper back, a small redness at her collar bone and shoulders beginning where the coarse fabric had chafed her fair skin. Her bare shoulders and the top of her chest were dappled with freckles, but most of her skin was a soft, creamy white. She was slender and willowy, her breasts clearly those of a woman but not quite as large as some of the ladies in the village. She turned and sat down on the bed, curling her feet under herself so that she half-knelt.<br><br>"What do you intend to do, while you are bound to me?" Liana asked, curiously. Her head cocked to one side, and an eyebrow arched slightly.
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				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 20:47:21</strong>
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				"I'd hope you know what your parent did," Nero answered, still being a bit snarky with his replies. "Hey, I'm not judging, I'm only telling you what I know of your family and what I'm finding out while reading what I can of your families book. Yes, Auntie had a strong sexual appetite."<br><br>"Fine, fine," Leon said, waving his tankard in the air towards her and sloshing some of the liquid out of it where it started to steam against the floor as it landed. Even though he was a wrath demon, he eyed her nakedness and raked his red eyes along the length of her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. "Skinny one," came from him a moment later. <br><br>"That's a good question. Let me ask some things first. How many are in the village and how many of those that are in the village am I to take your wrath upon? All of them? None of them are to be spared? Did you have anything in mind for certain members of the village? You said your mother was burned, so would it be fitting that some of them felt that same effect? Things like that are good for me to know unless you want me to be creative while I grant you some of my power to do what you want to do to take your wrath on those that you hate the most."<br><br>Waving the book now, Nero took a drink from that tankard again and let out another belch. "After all of that is accomplished, I'm not sure what I'll do but since I'm here on Earth for as long as you plan to live, I'll find some way to occupy myself. There's always someone, somewhere, that wants to take their wrath on someone. I'm bound to protect you and not harm you due to your blood binding, so it's not like I can do either of those things to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>02-05-2014, 19:08:05</strong>
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				She folded her arms across her chest. "I'm not skinny," she mumbled, a blush tinting her cheeks as she looked down at herself. 'Skinny' meant having visible bones, and Liana had just enough meat to keep her ribs hidden. <br><br>"There are about fifty in the village- maybe seventy. The children are to be spared, and their mothers." She wasn't about to leave the infants and toddlers to deal with the same fate she had suffered as a teen. "The village has no leader, but there is a man who thinks that he should be in charge. I want him to suffer the most- he started the hunt." Her voice turned cold, eyes going hard and dark. "The priest will have the same treatment. He condemned my mother for being a witch, saying there was no saving her soul." She had heard them through the floorboards, and through a crack in the wood had gotten a good look at the bastards' faces. "I want them to burn, yes. Slowly- as slowly as possible. I want them to feel every lick of the flame, every kiss of the hot coals." Her eyes seemed to light up for a moment. "When they scream, I think those coals should stifle them." She all but grinned.<br><br>Falling silent, the young witch listened and tried to collect her thoughts. She frowned a little at the demon's lack of manners, but she supposed she should have expected nothing less. At his words, she smiled. "Well, at least I know you won't be hurrying me along to my own end."
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				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 01:29:46</strong>
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				Nero's smirk that was directed towards her was wide and amused. "Right," he drawled out before letting out a deep masculine laugh. He wasn't going to argue with her about if she was skinny or not, it didn't end well for the one that was on the other end of the debate. Still, he added, "I'll stick with lean than."<br><br>"No mother's or children. Understood." Nero's red eyes lit up some at the idea that there was a priest in the village. They were the most joyful to send to Hell for what they did. Humans, never understanding that burning someone, or doing other things to kill people, led them away from the peaceful version of the afterlife they claim they believe they should go to.<br><br>"There is that." And besides, he hasn't been on Earth since the last time one of her ancestors had brought him here, so he was eager to see what might have changed in the last forty, or so, years. Although, for him, that wasn't much time at all but it was better than being in the Hells. The sights, smells, and everything was something different to experience.<br><br>"Burning them sounds like a plan. Shall I get started now or do you need rest, if you're coming with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 18:39:08</strong>
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				She shook her head. "I need to be there," the witch said, a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips. "I need to at least do something... But I admit," she sighed and leaned back on her stronger arm, the cut in her hand far less sore than the one along her forearm, "I need to rest."<br><br>Liana hated admitting weakness, but knew that in certain situations, it was necessary. Were she to go out there now, in her weakened state, she would probably end up collapsing- or worse. She didn't think the villagers would want to cross the demon, but it would be simple enough for them to take care of her, probably in the same way they had her mother.<br><br>She smiled a little, and her eyes turned hard. Her mother had been the kindest woman she had ever known- she would have gratefully helped any in the village, had they asked. But, instead, they were to face the wrath of the sweet woman's vengeful, bitter daughter. And to think- if they hadn't been so narrow minded as to accept the lady Eleina, despite her being labeled as a 'witch', she may have turned out much the same.<br><br>"Do you ever sleep?" she asked, curiously. Liana laid back on her narrow bed, curling her legs slightly as she rolled onto her side to face Nero.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 19:48:22</strong>
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				"That's what I figured. Mortals, always so fragile, weak, and needing to rest." Even though Nero was still being sarcastic, he was also understanding what it meant to be mortal. Plus he knew that she had to have used a lot of power to bring him to Earth and to bind him, so he would take care of her since he didn't have much of a choice. She had bound him to her and since he couldn't harm her, it was easier to protect her. Besides, the longer she lived, as she made clear, the longer he could stay on Earth and enjoy all that entailed.<br><br>He eyed her as he saw her lean back. Yes, she looked like she was about to fall over and even that small movement looked like it took something out of her. <br><br>"I do not. No one in Hell does. Mostly for fear of someone stronger coming along and enslaving those caught sleeping or doing other wicked, horrible, and evil things to those that live in Hell. Wrath, the layer that you brought me from, is a dog eat dog layer and everyone is feral in one way or another, even me. We claw into each other because of the horrors that take place there. That's especially true for mortal souls, they were wrathful in life and in Hell all they do is tear at each other."<br><br>Nero finally grew tired of the book and he shoved it into a bag made of flesh that was at his side. Giving her a amused smile, he squatted in the chair that he had taken over and looked at her as well. "Don't worry, Liana the young witch, I'll guard you while you sleep. I'm not going to do anything to you and I can't because of the blood binding."<br><br>Moving from his chair when he thought she was asleep, he explored more of the simple cottage. Opening cupboards, looking over the supplies that a witch would use, going through where she kept her clothes, and just plain taking it upon himself to get into anything that he wanted too. At one point he also went outside, standing outside of her door and breathing in the air that smelled so wonderful. No swamp stink from the Styx. No rabid and feral cries from souls or other Hell creatures.<br><br>When morning came, he was back in the chair and flipping through the book again. Nero was reading a page that interested him a lot and he was talking to himself. "So that's how the binding works and it only breaks when the binder chooses to end it or the binder dies. Damnation."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 20:40:24</strong>
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				The witch's lip curled in a sneer at the demon's words. Fragile and weak, she thought. Could it be true...? She began to wonder even as she drifted off. Just before sleep claimed her, though, the woman thought, no. No, she was neither fragile nor weak. She was strong enough to summon a demon and bind him to her, and sturdy enough to have survived all that she had been put through since her mother's murder. She would endure.<br><br>Liana slept lightly. For the most part, her mind was clear, but there were fragments, quick flashes of dreams. Fire- was it her mother, or the villagers? Was it her past or her future? A man's voice was screaming, and she heard a laugh in her ears. It was her laugh. The same scene seemed to repeat, different in the smallest of ways, throughout the night to break up the peace.<br><br>She woke early, before the sun shone through the windows. She opened her eyes, body tense, and saw Nero in the same chair he had been in when she had drifted off. Had he moved at all?<br><br>"Tonight," she murmured, flicking the blankets off her body and standing. "We will wait until evening, when the fires will burn the brightest." Her voice was cold and hard, the dreams making her only more steadfast. Leaning over, the witch opened up a large wicker basket, and retrieved a softer robe than the one she had worn the night before. It was more of a dress, shaped to her slim body, and moss-green with bell sleeves. A leather belt was looped around her waist, and she rested her hands on her hips before going to one of the small cupboards. She pulled out an apple, and ate as she gazed out the window, towards the village.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>12-05-2014, 03:28:48</strong>
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				"Tonight it is," he agreed, eyeing her nakedness but also a little put off at how cold and hard her words were. That, by itself, reminded him more and more of some of those that were in Hell. Flipping the book closed with a thud of it's pages and cover, Nero stood and finally released it. He had learned plenty from it while the hours passed and it was no fun any more teasing her with it since he never really got a reaction from her beyond the first time that he had picked it up from inside the circle.<br><br>Moving up behind her, but a pace or so away, Nero looked out the window as well and drank from the tankard that he had picked up from where he had set it earlier. "What do you do all day, usually? he asked, curious and wanting to actually know. It was bright outside and he hadn't been able to feel the light of the sun in many years, so if they had time to waste, he was interested in maybe going outside again. <br><br>He had the patience of an immortal, basically and as the hours went by he kept up a steady line of questioning about what had changed from the last time one of her family had brought him to Earth, the lands around her cottage, and anything else that he wanted to know. It kind of was like a child that kept asking why but instead Nero wanted to find out everything. <br><br>At last he noticed the sun starting to set and he turned to her. "Shall we?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 19:25:36</strong>
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				A sudden smile broke out across her face as Liana looked to the brightening sky. While she hadn't followed all her mother's lessons, she did try to respect her memory in the best way she knew. "During the day, I tend to the herbs and flowers. I make sure there's a dish of cream on the sill outside, and seeds on the ground for the birds." As she explained, she began to whisk about the cottage, watering the few planters that sat inside, and then tended to the plants on the outside of her home. Many had been growing since she was a small child, some even longer. She had planted a few of her own, but they never had the same liveliness as her mother's. She just had a different magic, she supposed.<br><br>She could feel the sun setting. A chill was setting in, and the shadows seemed darker as they stretched out from the trees. The witch moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, and Liana nodded. "We shall." She set her resolve and took a deep breath. Quickly, the woman tied an amulet about her neck and disrobed, changing into a fitted, dark red gown. It was one that her aunt had used for rituals of a far more sexual nature, but she felt it was fitting. The neck was low, enhancing what small bust she did have, and the long skirt flared as she walked. It was impressive despite its simplicity- and she wanted to make an impression.<br><br>With her head held high, the young witch led the way to the village. The people were still milling about- she could see the poor excuse of a man that had led the hunt, and she could see the priest. She completely ignored the women and children, even as she felt the beginnings of the panic setting in. A smile curved her mouth, and her hands stretched, fingers extending, feeling the power in the air. The cut on her arm throbbed, but she felt no pain. <br><br>"It has been ten years," she spoke clearly, her voice cutting through the still air like the athame at her hip. "Since you people hunted the woman Juniper." The whispers began. "You captured an innocent woman with the gift of magic- something she used only to help you pathetic creatures- and in your fear and hatred you destroyed her. You took her from this world and from the child who needed her most." The fear in the air was almost tangible- it tasted sour on her tongue as she spoke. "And now, that child has returned to repay the favour. Without a mother to raise me, I'm afraid I lack her kindness." Her smile twisted darkly as the sun set over the horizon. It was almost as if the night sky was what drew out the darkness within her heart. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Summoning Gone Wrong (Kuje x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 22:30:23</strong>
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				Feeling the warmth from the dawning sky, Nero stretched his arms above his head and basked, like an animal, in the light. It was so rare to feel something like that and it was much nicer than anything that he could feel in the Hells, especially since the only heat that came from the Hells was the endless fires that burned within the sixth layer, the layer that was below the one he usually called "home."<br><br>He followed her around, taking in the plants since he wanted to remember them and learn about them. Sight, smell, and everything. If he was aware of it, he kind of was acting like a child who was staring in wonder at everything. Listening to her, he asked questions as well both about the plants and what type of animals that surrounded or came to the cottage since he watched her leave out things for them to feast upon. "Do you ever eat any of them?" he asked during one of the times.<br><br>Nero watched her change and kept his slight feelings about having his way with her to himself. He, as he had made it clear, was not chaste but he wasn't one of those that needed sex because it was their punishment or their addiction for what they did when they were on Earth. He, on the other hand, craved the wrath that was about to descend.<br><br>This time, Nero kept at her side and it was clear that he wasn't human at all since he didn't feel the need to mask his appearance. Still, he rather enjoyed the woman that grabbed onto their children and fled away from the two as they strode through the main avenue of the village. The men that thought to get some nerve, he flicked his fingers towards and pushed them away. That only lasted a few moments though since only a handful thought to even attempt to do anything. <br><br>He let Liana the skinny witch start the proceedings while keeping next to her like he was guarding her, which he had to for now since she bound them together. Juniper, that was the name of her mother and now he recalled her. She, at least, was only a soul within Limbo and had one of the better afterlives compared to the rest of the woman of the bloodline. Nero let out a deep braying laugh, the sinking of the sun was a nice touch and she had a flair for the dramatic.<br><br>With a slow turn of his head from side to side, Nero focused on those that he had been told to bring his wrath upon. Gathering his demonic power, he let it flow along the ground and settle upon the men that Liana had told him she wanted her wrath to touch. It started off lightly, the smell of burning flesh upon feet that were bare or even covered and then the smell grew as more and more were touched by the magic or the burning advanced upwards from their feet. The priest though, that one he never touched since he was being kind and that one was for Liana to bring her wrath upon.<br><br>&nbsp;
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