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Titania was wandering around a clearing in the woods. Not her usual place. This one had been recently cleared, the ground scorched and a 13 pointed star carved into the ground. Wandering around the clearing were lit wax candles, walking on tiny wax legs.
A stone alter at the center with Mei currently perched on it. At each point of the star was an animal skull, ranging from sparrows to a moose at the tip.
Columba collected Vinny from the normal clearing. Titania presence so much more powerful today, her form shifting, skin becoming solid as rock then flowing like a liquid. Extra limbs sprouting and fading.
Vincent followed Columba, wearing jeans and a simple black t-shirt, not sure what was going to happen he caught a breath looking at Titania, the ritualistic scene, it was both wonderful and terrible to behold, catching his breath like he walked on the sit of a horror movie.
"I. . .you look divine, like a true primordial." he whispers, parts his his brain screaming to run, while a beast withing stirs and other parts are transfixed, "This. . .this is power." he mutters
Titania smiles when he arrives. Her long dress looking like it has been shredded by claws in places.
"I told you."
Her hand reaching up to touch his face. Burning on contact.
"Stay. Little pet."
he breaths, trying to face the pain with stoicism, focus on different parts, pain and pleasure, two sides, it's unique, it hurts but it's a sensation none the less, "It's a good pain." he says
She smiles fangs sinking into his neck and taking the first of her points of Vitae tonight.
A genuine smile crosses her lips as she waits for his reaction.
a gasp, he can't help but to grip her hips and hold her close, she's more monster than women now but perhaps that's right in the end, to be something ancient and primordial, the pain of the burning, the pleasure of the kiss, a tear actually drops from him from the stimulation, moans escaping his breath
Her hand reaches up and cups his neck. Searing it again. Then her hands trace down both of his.
"Do you see it yet little pet?"
"What am I supposed to see?" He says, closing his eyes tightly to deal with the pain as his hands grab hers to hold, tightly as one does when in pain
That smile continues a shake of her head.
She walks over to the dias in the middle touching a wooden paintbrush that she has carved. It hops up on little legs and dunks itself in the blood. Drawing lines down his arms where her hands traced.
Fangs extending they sink into his neck. Then she comes back and sears the other side of his neck.
he screams at the pain at last, a primal howl of fear and anguish but he soldiers through, panting at the loss of blood and he grips his hand so tightly it draws blood from his palms
Her smile widens until it is that of a crazed lunatic in the woods. Her wings pick him up under the arms to keep him standing and then she grips him by the face. Doing the full Sauruman face grab.
"Feel it. Little pet. The blood. The chaos. The primal need."
he continues screaming untill he leans into her face and kisses her, no love, no care, just primal rage, even biting her lip
She leans into that kiss seeing the change on his face and setting him down.
"Good pet."
he breaths, flinching from the pain, "I see it. . .pure primordial shadow, living yet not alive . . ." he talks fast, "It's. ..it's so fucking beatiful, something purely elemental." a tear of blood falls down his right cheek, "I'm apart of it, the darkness, the primal blood. . .I've truly evolved." he whispered, a part of him dying to make way for the dark
She steps back hand tracing in the blood of the dias.
"Is it everything you wanted it to be?"
he falls down and breaths, "It's. . .how did I live before this. . ."
"You didn't. Your dead Vincent. Remember that. You are sitting there breathing when you don't need to. Why?"
"Because. . .because if I don't stay tied to humanity, I'll become a beast that I don't wish to become."
"Little pet. You can stay tied to your humanity without lying to yourself."
Then she shrugs.
"But who am I to judge. I'm the monster in the night."
Her hand traces down over the tears in her dress.
"I'm scared," he admits, "When I was alive, not having faith at least assured me when I die, it's the end . . .but it's not, ghosts are real but we are already dead. . .what's going to happen to me when I die for one last time?"
"We die. What does it matter what is left after that. We will be dead."
A tilt of her head.
"Do not fear the end child. Live your nights in a way you can be proud of. Then when you finally turn to dust. You will have no regrets."
"I. . .don't want regrets," he says, "I want to live like every day will be my last, enjoy everything the world has to offer me, blood, flesh, power, wealth, eternal life."
"Then dont have any. You are young. Choose now who you want to be and be that."
he nods as he tries to stand a bit wobbly from the blood loss, "I want to be a leader, someone people follow loyally not out of fear, but admiration." he nods, "A proud son of Philadelphia."
"That is not something I can advise you on. People respect me out of fear not love or admiration."
She tilts her head watching him stand a smirk touching her lips. "We're done here. Go home. If Avery attacks me for this I wont hold back this time."
"Yeah. . .thank you for this Ishtar." he nods before walking off, not trusting his self control to stay any longer
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