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Thread: A father's Enduring love

The sight of her curling into herself broke his heart he was amazed it was still possible but he nodded when she spoke. Hearing those three words from her, so simple and overlooked before, sent his heart soaring though. A smile played with the corners of Nathan's lips as he stepped out and gently shut the door behind him. Out of habit he reached for his key, but his fingers came up empty. Perhaps that would be best, to never lock her in her room again maybe then she'd want to stay and be safe rather then lose herself in the streets again. He went downstairs and heated up the leftovers he had from last night, a simple pasta dish that didn't have too many ingredients. He filled a glass with water as well, then took it all up to her room. He paused in front of the door, staring at the wood of it for a moment, trying hard not to imagine the empty bed he had seen so often lately. Balancing the glass between his arm and his side, he opened the door with his free hand and walked in. It's leftovers, he said as he walked over, handing the plate to her and setting the glass down on the bedside table. He then sat, carefully so as to avoid sitting on her legs, and looked over at her. There were so many things he longed to say to her, and he had no idea where to start. I'm glad you're home, he said softly, though he did find himself wishing she'd come back the way she went out pure, untouched, innocent. The idea of his daughter tainted in anyway... It was just too much to wrap his mind around.
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Shilo had no intentions of even leaving her room, let alone going back into the streets. She didn't want to leave her bed either, which was safe and warm compared to the dumpsters that Graverobber used to provide as bedding. No. She didn't want to think of him. If she thought of Graverobber she'd start crying again and she wasn't sure she had any tears left to waste on him. She had never had any outside friends, let alone a boyfriend before he had come along. She had instantly thought Graverobber was trustworthy. How could she know any better when the only person she saw day after day was her father. She glanced up as the door opened once more and in came her father with a plate of pasta and a cup of cold water. I don't care if it's leftovers. It smells divine. She managed a small, weak smile as she took the offered plate and began to eat with gusto. She leaned against his side as he settled beside her on the bed, grateful for his presence. She gasped suddenly as a wave of nausea flooded her stomach, clamping a hand over her mouth. Without so much as a word she nearly fell off the bed in her scrambled attempt to get to the bathroom in time. The door slammed shut followed by sounds of heaving.
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Nathan relished, possibly a bit too much, in the feel of his daughter leaning against him. He looked over at her when she gasped and was about to ask what happened, figuring she had burnt her mouth, when she practically flew out of the bed. He got up and walked over to the bathroom door, raising his hand to knock. When he heard her throwing up, he frowned, but didn't think much of it. It was probably just an after affect of the Zydrate mixed with real food who knows what she was eating when she was out with that creature. Are you alright? he asked through the door when silence took place of the heaving. He tried the knob and gently opened the door, looking down at Shilo. He frowned at the sight of her and walked into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth from the rail near the sink. He ran water over it until it was wet, then proceeded to ring it out some. He kneeled down beside Shilo, gently pressing the cloth to her forehead. Maybe pasta was too much for your stomach, he commented.
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Shilo was still shaking pitifully from the force that her stomach expelled the contents of her stomach, wiping her mouth with her hand as her father came into the bathroom. I'm ok. I've had a bit of the flu for the past couple of days. It's usually worse in the morning though. She murmured. A phrase that should have set off warning bells. She leaned back as he pressed a wet cloth to her warm forehead. That felt so nice. For what it's worth, what I managed to keep down is the best food I've had all month. Her smile seemed a bit brighter, a bit warmer and a bit more like the Shilo he had raised. She stood up slowly, brushing away the damp cloth and retreating back to her bed. She drank down the entire glass of cold water and curled up on her side, leaving room for him to sit. She didn't know what to say to her father. The only thing she knew was that she wasn't ready to talk about everything that had happened. It was all too fresh, too hurtful. Dad. Did you stay home from work? Shilo asked as she suddenly realized what time it was. She felt a bit guilty kepeing him away from his 'patients', people who were sick and needed his help. I'll be ok. You should go play doctor. Her little hand patted his.
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Nathan nodded slightly, not really thinking much about the ongoing sickness. Who knows what she could have picked up out there on the streets? He wanted to frown when she mentioned the food, but tried to smile instead. I'm glad, he nodded. He watched her get up before grabbing the cloth, setting it down on the counter near the sink before walking out into her bedroom. He stood for a moment, watching her get back into bed, before he walked over and sat beside her again. He leaned back against the pillows, turning his head to look at his daughter. He nodded some to her question, smiling lightly again when she patted his hand. I haven't really been needed too much lately, he lied. They'll call if they need me. He looked at her for a moment before he opened his arms, inviting her to curl up beside him. You should rest, you've been through a lot. He just wanted to hold her in his arms for a while to solidify that she was actually here and not leaving again.
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Shilo did not hesitate once he opened his arms. Within seconds the small seventeen year old girl was curled against his chest, her knees tucked slightly, which only made her seem even smaller. She laid her head in the crook where his neck met his shoulders and inhaled the familar and warm scent of her father. She didn't know why her body reacted suddenly, this was her dad! What the fuck had Graverobber turned her into? A nymphomaniac? No. Will you stay? She asked softly, already seeming sleepy even as he told her to go to sleep. She didn't want Nathan to leave, everything seemed so much better while he was around and if she were left alone she was afraid she would start crying again and never stop. Her head dropped lower, resting overtop his chest now. She could hear the gentle thump of his heart and realized that her own heart was beating to the same rythm. This hadn't changed. Graverobber hadn't turned her into a complete monster. Not yet. Can we have eggs and pancakes in the morning? She asked, just as she had asked for the past seventeen years. It was tradition. Every morning they would cook the same breakfast, sometimes Shilo would help and sometimes he already had it made it for her by the time she got up.
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Nathan brought his arms around her as she curled against him, his head turning so he could kiss her forehead before she rested her face against his neck. The breath he felt, warm and soft, sent something through his body that he did his best to ignore. Letting his hand rub circles over her back, he tried his best to ignore the way her body felt against his, all curves and crevices. I'll stay as long as you want me to, he said, his arms tightening around her some. Just promise me you'll stay, too. He chuckled softly at the question. Of course, he replied. He could feel a month's worth of exhaustion from worrying piling up onto him. It was easy to forget how lonely it had felt without Shilo, and he planned on keeping a close eye on her for fear of her taking off again. And if he ever laid eyes on the GraveRobber, he wouldn't hesitate before ripping into him, figuratively or literally he wasn't sure. He shifted slightly so he was partially on his side, keeping Shilo's body close to his as he closed his eyes.
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Shilo's eyelashes began to become heavy and they gradually lowered. I'm not going anywhere....I've had enough of the outside world to last a lifetime. She said softly, nuzzling her father's chest through his shirt before finally drifting off. Her dreams weren't peaceful at all and she would turn or shift in her sleep, even whimper from time to time. By the time morning came around she waslieing on her side with her father spooning her from behind. She felt an insistent weight over one of her breasts, but her sleep-fogged mind mistook it for Graverobber giving her a morning grope. She thought nothing of the hand over her breast. She slid backwards to rub her backside against his crotch, as if in retaliation for the groping. Shilo wasn't even aware where she was, or who she was with. sorry for the shortness, not much else to type
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Nathan had actually stayed awake for a while, watching Shilo sleep. She said she'd be around for a while, but part of him didn't really believe it, so he wanted to see as much of her as possible. As she slept, she looked far too much like Marni for his liking. He figured that could be why he became so obsessed with finding Shilo when she left-- it felt too much like Marni's death all over again. Eventually he fell asleep, memories of his late wife filling his head. He ended up curving his body against Shilo's, his arm wrapping protectively around her body. When the sun began to lighten the room, Nathan was still fast asleep. The feel of someone rubbing against his crotch intensified his dreams and he moaned out lightly, his hand moving down towards Shilo's stomach. He pulled her closer and, as he slowly started to wake up, pressed his crotch harder into her bottom, his cock growing with excitement.
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Shilo was used to waking up in a random dumpster, usually with Graverobber's mouth already attached to one of her breasts or an insistent grinding of his cock against her backside. It had become a habit for her to respond to such advances while she was still half asleep. Her legs slid further apart instinctively as a hardening bulge rocked against her backside, exciting her body as well. She felt a hand slide down to her stomach, making her squirm a bit more against his crotch. She gave a small moan in response, feeling a familar wetness between her legs. All of this shifting caused the edge of her nightgown to ride up so that Nathan was soon grinding against her through her small, white panties. It felt good and it even felt familar. Mmmm.... She cooed in her sleep, a small smile forming on her otherwise pale face. She could feel reality pulling at her, but she fought it. Dreamland was far too tempting to leave right now. Reality brought troubles and heartache and in this case, embarassment.
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Nathan's body responded just as much as Shilo's. He pressed himself even harder against her, his forehead moving down to press against her shoulder blade as he moaned. His fingers moved between her legs, curling against her sex as he continued to rock against her. After a few minutes of this he finally woke up, his eyes opening. He expected, for some reason, to see Marni beside him. When he caught sight of his daughter's body in his arms, though, he froze. Shi- he practically choked over her name as he pulled away, disgust blooming and spreading in his body. How could he have done this? He was worried about what would happen to her out on the streets and then he did this? He really felt like a monster, then. He got up from the bed and walked over to her window, covering his mouth suddenly he felt sick. Not only had he just been grinding against his daughter, but he wanted to continue . He couldn't bare to look at her, or to even look at himself. Maybe it would be best for her to leave again, if this is how he was going to behave. He stared out at the city, brightening slowly with the sunlight and he wondered if there could be things worse than him out there.
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Shilo's reactions intensified as fingers curled against her wet sex through her panties, insistent touches causing her sleepy moans to come faster. She began to pant like a bitch in heat, something that normally would have turned Graverobber on. Small hips slid back as their grinding continued, growing hotter and heavier until....it suddenly stopped. The touch was gone, the warm, hard body behind her was gone. She gave a frustrated whimper and rolled over onto her stomach,stretching out over the bed. She slept soundly for another fifteen minutes before her eyes slid open. The raven haired girl sat up slowly, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, apperently unaware that she had been grinding back against her father like a trained whore not too long ago. She did feel a strange wetness between her legs, but brushed it away. She saw her father, looking anguished as he gazed out the window, but she figured he was upset at something else. Dad? I'm going to take a shower and get changed. Her lips brushed against his in a tender, daughterly kiss.
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Nathan's body tensed at the sound of Shilo's voice. Okay, he managed to get out. Feeling her lips against his, even in an innocent kiss, sent his blood boiling. I'll go start breakfast, he said before practically running out of the room. He shut her door behind him and walked down the hall, collapsing in the chair. He put his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands, trying to figure out what just happened. Rubbing his temples with his thumbs, he realized that Shilo didn't seem to have noticed anything. Maybe, if he played this correctly, it would be something neither of them would have to deal with. He was good at ignoring details of himself and making sure his daughter didn't notice, anyways. Letting out a shaky, heavy breath, he stood up and smoothed his pants down. He glanced towards Shilo's door, feeling guilt gnaw at his stomach. Be calm, he said to himself, then ran his fingers through his hair. He headed downstairs and focused on making breakfast, hoping the task would keep his mind off everything for at least a little while.
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Shilo spent a good half an hour in the shower, washing away dirt and grime...and Graverobber's touch from her body. She scrubbed at a frantic rate until her skin was raw and red all over. Dirty. Dirty. Filthy. Unclean. If it were possible to make herself virgin all over again by scrubbing away his touch, she would be the Virgin Mary all over again. Even when she had finished washing herself, her body still ached, still craved the only familar touch she knew. Fuck! Graverobber had gotten her hooked on sex. She was used to having it whenever she wanted and now with just her father in the house, it was producing some strange reactions. What was wrong with her? She loved her father, but...it was wrong to lust after him. She came down the stairs, her skin still pink from vigorous scrubbing, dressed in blouse and a skirt which barely covered her thighs. He chose most of her clothes, but surely by now he would notice his mistake in allowing such short skirts. Morning dad. She came up behind him and pecked him on the cheek as he was flipping the eggs. It was as if nothing had changed at all. Even when breakfast was cooked she barely picked at her food, her churning stomach the mere smell of food induce nausea.
Thread: We bow to your greatness (Axiom and Zaila)

For centuries Liandra's people had worshipped demons. While the outlying towns and villages chose to go the more celestial route, a battle with these monsters so many years ago had forced them to pay homage to those they hated and feared the most. Part of this homage was a tri-monthly tribute that was to be paid at exactly the same time every three months. The tribute was that of a girl. It had to be a girl of at least sixteen, blonde, shapely, and befitting of those they worshipped. The last trimester had warranted no such females and the leaders of the town were tortured mercilessly for their disobedience to the law. Now it was the sixth month and they had spent the last three months searching tirelessly for that perfect girl. By the end of the fifth month they had managed to round up six girls, Liandra one of them, who would be presented in a line the day of the selecting. The leaders prayed one of these girls would meet the demon's standards since they hadn't quite healed from the last torture they had endured. It was the last day of the sixth month, noontime, and the girls were arranged from shortest to tallest, Liandra falling somewhere in the middle at 5'4. They had dressed her in nothing but a strip of red cloth, tied in just the right places to hide what needed to be hidden, but otherwise leaving nothing to the imagination. They were instructed to kneel, keep their heads down, and not move a muscle until the inspection went underway. The demon would be here any moment and the leaders stepped off to the side, waiting anxiously for either praise or pain from the demon once he looked over the selection.
Thread: We bow to your greatness (Axiom and Zaila)

Humans were dirty, pitiful creatures, meant only for death - if not by his peoples hand, then by their own. Hed never encountered a race so motivated by greed and selfishness, that would willing give away their females, for only a few months of promised safety. They were weak. Exceedingly weak. Just pathetic husks of pallid flesh and distasteful mentalities and inhibitions. The only thing he could respect was their desperate sense of survival - the same thing that caused them to give him women ever so few months. Fire, herald his coming. The sky turned a seething red and the clouds grew pregnant with thunder. The little village, with their little beautiful girls, was shrouded with heat and shadow. A sense of danger, of despair, would well up in the people. Animals would quiver and people would tremble like leaves in a gale. A single bolt of lightning would blast the ground, and from it would be Gangiel, high demon and the bane of humanity. His imposing red form, accent with coils of hellfire rising from him occasionally and topped with arching, sinister horns, would be at the entrance of the village. They all knew the rules. They already had the women ready for him. Good. He bellowed, ash wafting from his mouth. His body radiated an evil heat, that sunk into the skin of man and caused doubt. The elders tortured before, knew this to be true - they winced, with their weak hearts, at the sight of him. Good. He repeated. You have my offerings. His attire, which was a gothic collections of straps, as well as his own muscles, clung tight to his body - showing off a form honed in the pits of hell and created for torment and torment alone. This monstrous physique paced back and forth, in front of the girls. They were all beautiful. They were all shaking. He knew none of them wanted to be picked. None of this darling creatures wanted to return to hell with him. That was too bad. You. His hand, more a claw than anything, pointed to the girl next to Liandra. Thenhe felt something. Fate. Fate told him to pick the woman next to her. His skin rippled. Fate told him Liandra was a riper fruit. A better desire. No He conceded, following fates suggestion. You. He placed his blazing hand on Liandras shoulder. Instantly, the girl would be in pain. It would feel like a thousand knives made of fire carving up and down her spine. He would grip her shoulder until it bleed and until her voice went hoarse from screaming out of excruciating pain. Youre going to come with me. When he left go of her, her skin was smoking - yet the only place that was burned was a small corner of her shoulder. She was branded, with the mark of the demons. She belonged to him now. Forever.
Thread: We bow to your greatness (Axiom and Zaila)

Everyone looked up in unison as they sky turned a seething red, their hearts pounding in their chests as the prepared for the entrance of their God, their Master, their Leader. Thunder roiled in the sky, clouds slamming against each other as if in some morbid symphony heralding the arrival of the demon. Every three months a different demon came. The last one hadn't come with such an impressive display of power which meant he was stronger and would be even more ruthless should he not find a woman to his liking in the line-up. All the girls shivered, keeping their heads down, tears streaming down their cheeks as they all inwardly prayed for the same thing. Please don't let it be me. Liandra's thoughts were along the same lines, her lips silently mouthing the words as she begged whatever semblance of a god there still was to spare her of this fate. Heat prickled at their skin now, the sensation making every single one of them whimper in turn. It was only a matter of moments before the demon actually showed and one of them was taken to be nothing more than a plaything...Any semblance of self or dignity ripped away. Screams warranted from the lightning bolt striking the ground, the girls shrieking fright and forcing themselves to remain still for, even if they weren't picked, the demon could find their behavior angering and choose to make an example of them. No girl ever survived that... So, they remained motionless, if not bit stunned now, fingers digging into the ground beside them. Each girl looked downward, not daring to meet the demon's gaze as he walked the line. Liandra chanced a glance up, but only slightly and with the slightest tip of her chin so as not to be noticeable. He was coming towards her, but...he stopped at the girl next to her. Inwardly she was celebrating, but outwardly all she did was breathe out in relief. She felt sorry for the fate of the girl, but it was necessary to keep her people alive. The girl was seen as a martyr when she was taken. The leaders moved in, ready to instruct the girls to go back to their homes since they thought the demon was done, but he wasn't... Liandra felt whatever sliver of hope she'd had falter only to be squeezed into nothingness when the demon touched her shoulder. Blinding pain clouded her vision, fingers cutting as she ran them along the cobble, her entire body tensing. Finally a scream ripped from her, form collapsing from the intense ordeal, but his grip remained strong. She closed her eyes and her lips, stifling the shrieks that wanted so badly to rip from her lungs. The hand was pulled away, but the pain remained, her entire body feeling as if knives were cutting into it at every spot imaginable. His words brooked no argument, and she was in too much pain to fight back, so she simply nodded and stood, sparing a look over her shoulder to her weeping mother, who was held back by guards, before stepping up to the demon, her head still bowed, shoulder brand fresh and still smoking from the intense heat.