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I flirt with suicide; Sometimes kill the pain
Saturday, October 10th
Day 132
Night
After my talk with the Countess, I half considered not doing anything at all. Its not as if it fucking matters and it’s not as if she’s mine anyway. But my price was important and she may be a life sucking bitch, but she’ll make good on her end of the agreement. I do also wonder what D has been up to lately, besides fucking with Karina. Can’t wait to find out what she did to draw that fire though, should be good. Swear to fuck the Celt can’t find even one follower that can’t keep out of trouble. Another reason to check on D is her mention of Boku and Luke last time we spoke. I’ve held to my word and not pried into Luke’s affairs, much. Can’t help it if I happen to pass where he is every once in awhile just to make sure he’s well. So what if I took the long way through town so I would pass, no harm in that and it’s a small fucking town.
I have no bloody idea where the old girl hangs out and I’m not about to go ask the flaming fuck if his little friend can come out and play. So I go back to the last place I saw her, the park. Only go a bit farther in this time to a large clearing deep in the woods. She’s likely going to be in a foul mood over what I’m about to do, so no use taking the chance of her razing the whole fucking town from her tantrum.
Pulling out the knife I brought along, I bite the tip of my finger and using my blood I write the required name in Hebrew across the blade. Then using that same knife I draw two circles on the ground, one with symbols that will summon and draw her in and the other with symbols of protection she’ll respect and keep her from roasting my bloody arse. When the circles are cast, I draw the blade across my forearm letting my blood soak the ground in offering and sink the blade into the ground in the center of the circle. The summoning circle begins to heat and glow as I murmur her full name and step into the other circle and wait.
Can’t even stop the grin from forming when I think of how fucking torqued she’s going to be. Ah well, better than being bored.
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Day 132
Night
After my talk with the Countess, I half considered not doing anything at all. Its not as if it fucking matters and it’s not as if she’s mine anyway. But my price was important and she may be a life sucking bitch, but she’ll make good on her end of the agreement. I do also wonder what D has been up to lately, besides fucking with Karina. Can’t wait to find out what she did to draw that fire though, should be good. Swear to fuck the Celt can’t find even one follower that can’t keep out of trouble. Another reason to check on D is her mention of Boku and Luke last time we spoke. I’ve held to my word and not pried into Luke’s affairs, much. Can’t help it if I happen to pass where he is every once in awhile just to make sure he’s well. So what if I took the long way through town so I would pass, no harm in that and it’s a small fucking town.
I have no bloody idea where the old girl hangs out and I’m not about to go ask the flaming fuck if his little friend can come out and play. So I go back to the last place I saw her, the park. Only go a bit farther in this time to a large clearing deep in the woods. She’s likely going to be in a foul mood over what I’m about to do, so no use taking the chance of her razing the whole fucking town from her tantrum.
Pulling out the knife I brought along, I bite the tip of my finger and using my blood I write the required name in Hebrew across the blade. Then using that same knife I draw two circles on the ground, one with symbols that will summon and draw her in and the other with symbols of protection she’ll respect and keep her from roasting my bloody arse. When the circles are cast, I draw the blade across my forearm letting my blood soak the ground in offering and sink the blade into the ground in the center of the circle. The summoning circle begins to heat and glow as I murmur her full name and step into the other circle and wait.
Can’t even stop the grin from forming when I think of how fucking torqued she’s going to be. Ah well, better than being bored.
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My mood shifts suddenly to disdain as I feel myself being held, energies of this dimension shifting around me to place me in a area of its own reality.This is a feat not seen as a wise decision by anything with the intelligence regardless of the origins of their existence. I am even hated and feared by demons in the deepest reaches of their own territories.
My fires appear within a summoning circle as I burn before the godling Ares. It does not surprise me that he would do such a thing, his arrogance is something that normally amuses me. I have not decided whether I am amused at this time or insulted. My fires form a face of anger and the screams of death shoot out as my fires pierce through the air. Not stopping until I transform into the solid shape he is familiar with, trailing off with tortured laugh echoing off into the night.
"You summon Me child?!" I step towards him. "I whispered into the ears of the Titans when they were young, boy!" I growl and step closer to him and look down to see symbols laid properly in order to grant him protection. It seems he has some respect for me after all. I slowly look back up to him and smile. For this I will grant him his offering to me. "Speak, what is it you wish of me?"
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"You summon Me child?!" she asks and my grin widens at being referred to as a child, "I whispered into the ears of the Titans when they were young, boy!" she growls and then notices the circle I'm standing in and smiles. "Speak, what is it you wish of me?"
Mood swings like Medusa on the rag, this one. "I'm well precious and yourself?" I laugh. "I don't wish anything, and fucked if I'm rubbing anything of yours to get anything either. So lets just leave off that whole game before it starts," I say flashing her a grin as I wink. Not that I hadn't considered it in the past, and while I appreciate her tastes most of the time, I still also value my cock right where it fucking is too. "One of the whores in town seems to be having a bit of trouble sleeping these days and it reminded me of you. Wouldn't know anything about it would you? Or perhaps how to fix it?" I ask with a shrug.
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"One of the whores in town seems to be having a bit of trouble sleeping these days and it reminded me of you. Wouldn't know anything about it would you? Or perhaps how to fix it?"
I pause as I take in the vibrations that the pitiful godling uses to communicate and translate them. They only cause me to be curious to a small degree.
My gaze does not leave his eyes and my expression does not change even after I answer with a quick and simple answer, "Yes."
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"Okay," I say, rolling my eyes, "I'll play. Nice work by the way, what's your price to fix it then," I ask with a grin. I could ask the reason why she did it, but at this point who fucking cares. Another thing I know is that the old girl has the attention span of a fucking gnat. Best to get to the point in these matters, least she decide to play elsewhere or turn her full attentions to me. Though we did have our fun, long as she was kept busy and amused and off my nuts, we did have fun indeed.
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I laugh for a moment then my mood shifts briefly to anger. "You compliment me on my art but then say you wish it fixed? There is nothing that needs fixed." I feel my mood change back to being entertained and smile again. "Oh Ares..." I say as I look down at the symbols around the circle he stands within. I look his body as I reach my hand slowly towards him with my palm loosely facing him and stop just outside the borders of his protections. My fingers creep slowly back inward as if I am clasping down on Ares and I feel my self let out a small growl of pleasure to the thought of putting my claws into the flesh of his chest. I pull my hand back and look into his eyes again and smile.
"You wish me to help a mortal? For that the price is eternal. Give me blood...yours."
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"Now, now, calm your stomach, Lamb. I don't recall saying anything needed fixing," I laugh, and am about to continue until she smiles and looks amused again. Mood swings fast enough to make your head spin, swear to fuck. "Oh Ares..." she says, and I can practically hear the sparks and crackle of fire in her voice as she stretches out her hand, making a grasping motion in front of my chest.
But the protections hold, for now, and she draws back a bit giving me the sweetest of smiles one could give. I grin back, but wait for the razorblades I know are hidden inside.
"You wish me to help a mortal? For that the price is eternal. Give me blood...yours."
For a minute I look at her as if she were out of her bleeding mind, then I come to my senses and remember she is. And I'm about to fucking say no mortal is worth that price, least of all one that's not even fucking mine. But then I think about the thing she'll owe me in return and I sigh and nod, agreeing to her terms. "We gods have been known to help a mortal or two from time to time," I say, lips pulling back in a toothy grin, "Though I try not to make a habit of it." Pulling my sword from the ground, --though I've no idea why, its not as if it will do dick against her-- I step past the symbols protecting me, to stand before her and my lips pull back more as I growl, "Let's get to it then, shall we?"
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I slowly raise my hand once again and claw my hand in the same gesture as before towards his chest. This time my fingers tense as I feel my powers working within him. It is always a pleasure when the gods open themselves to me in such a way. I can feel him, as if the warmth of his blood flows through my finger tips.Then I start to pull slowly. Pulling the blood from within him the sack of flesh that contains it. The blood starts to bead upon his skin, sharp as sand as it pushes through flesh, dried into crystals by the heat of my power. The blood slowly rips from his skin and swirls in the air as if it were smoke. My hand shifts so my palm faces upwards, the blood flowing to meet it, condensing until it forms a small red crystal within my palm.
My body is wracked with pleasure during with the taste of his agony and I cannot help but make small sounds of ecstasy with this body I created. I let the feeling pass and look at him and smile, as close a look to a satiated lover as I shall ever bestow. Fingers curl around the gem in my hand and with the other I wave it as to shoo away the curse I bestowed upon the mortal I cursed.
"It is done."
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But it doesn't kill me. Hurts like a raging bitch though. Then as if to prove me wrong (she fucking would), I feel a pull from my chest and then it really starts to hurt. I know my skin is in tact but it feels like its slowly being peeled back and ripped from muscle and bone. My eyes fill with blood as I growl and then throw my head back, roaring and laughing with the searing pain. Has it been so long since I've felt my own blood burn and rush through these pathetically weak mortal veins? Its been far too long. My feet stay firmly planted in their original position as her eerie coo's of pleasure fill the air and I can feel sweat begin to bead on my head and chest, or at least I think its sweat, until I catch the scent of blood. My blood. I open my eyes and my laugh turns to a deep low rumbling growl.
In her hand is a crimson jewel and she smiles a smile that makes me roar with laughter and want nothing more than to crush her neck and see if she'll make those sounds again as I bang her weak little body against the nearest tree. But that body is only a facade, I know what lies inside and even I'm not that fucking dumb. So I do nothing but ask, "Was it good for you?" as my hands clench into fists at my sides.
"It is done." she says with a wave of her hand, making me roar with laughter again. "Took you fucking long enough," I grin, "Are we done? I have other shit to do." Even as I say it, I'm summoning Hermes from his stall. Its been awhile since I've enjoyed a good hunt.
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I barely hear him as I stare almost in a trance at my new prize within my hand.
"Are we done? I have other shit to do."
My eyes shift swiftly towards him as I clutch my hand around my new prize. I stare at him expressionless for a moment as I think of his question. It is not done. Not yet. I disappear to return to the realm of my Belu.
I will help this god find himself once again. He had such potential when I first encountered him. The addiction of flesh has made him weak like most gods. I will make his blood boil like it should to make him red once more...