Thread: Within A Curse ( High Fantasy / BDSM )  (Pazzo x Ironic)

It was cold, a bit colder than usual, but she didn't mind at all. Instead, she kept her posture straight and walked down the large hall ahead of her towards the conference room. Something exciting was about to be said, she could feel the anticipation fluttering in her stomach like butterflies, a feeling that drifted away a long time ago. Mistress Mirajane took her snow white hair and flung it over her back. The long swirly locks swayed back and fourth in a rhythm that was timed perfectly with the clonking of her high heels and the natural oscillation of her hips. She was the Goddess of the Demons, holding an immense power that was thought to not exist, but she never held that power before... Long ago when she was a young and innocent girl, she was always interested in reading spell books, even though they were thought to be just mystical words created by man for a quick story to tell. Mirajane, on the other hand begged to differ. The words engrossed her, making her question each sentence that she read in her head. How did she achieve to get her hands on these books one may have asked, but Marijane's father held on to the books for mysterious reasons, telling her that she should never open them or repeat the words verbally out loud. Despite being a good girl, the endless thoughts of what awaited in those books filled her mind and drove her crazy, eager to feast her eyes on the fine aged print on the dusty pages that were so fragile to the touch. One night, she tiptoed into her father's library, her breathing hushed down and her motions as still as a cat hunting down its prey, hastily retrieving the books and bringing them to her room. She began reading the words in her head and tried hard to understand what the weird symbols and language meant, but in order to do that she needed her fathers help. That was off limits for sure. Instead, she continued to read them and study it deeply, eventually understanding little of what they meant. To her surprise, the books were satanic, but regardless of the horrible nature of the situation, she continued to read them, taking the one thing her father always told her about the books - Do not say the words out loud. But one night, she had to try this out... Alone, the young Mirajane sat in her cold dark room, a few candles being lit on the floor, the glow cascading over her old book. Her hands trembled, the fear of what would happen to her almost made her not go through with the act, but only a small amount of dying curiosity was what pushed her forward. Taking a deep breath, she fixed her blurry eyes on the text, licking her lips before she opened her mouth. In all honesty, she did not know what she was about to read. She searched for a random spell, hoping her father was wrong and only trying to frighten her away from reading his stored away books. She found it hard to get the words out of her mouth, as if a frog was stuck in her throat. Come on... Just do this. She whispered to herself, encouraging her to proceed. Exhaling one last time, she placed her tiny index finger on the first letter, gliding it on each word as she read the words out loud. Sdnah ruoy ni syad ym fo tser eht evil lliw I. Ytilatrommi dna rewop lacigam gnitsalreve em gnitnarg, drol nomed eht yb deruoved eb ot lous ym wolla I, yad siht no. Nothing happened. The sweat that coated her brow dripped down to her cheek. She sighed, using the back of her hand to wipe away the wet fluids. Catching her off guard, the pages of the book began to flip through quickly. Her eyes were wide, her heart pounding fiercely. Her father was right all along, and she messed everything up. Her life would forever change. The book finally stopped flipping through the pages, a bright light emitting through the center. Mirajane found herself cowering in the corner, only but a mere fourteen years of age. Never before had she been so scared. The light slowly began to fade into a dark mist, an evil chuckle echoing in her room. She screamed, shielding her ears with her hands, shaking her head in denial. This is just a dream... This is just a dream! She rocked herself back and fourth, peeking at the beast that began to arise. She was beautiful, but the atmosphere in the room was so opposite. Her horns were long and threatening, as if she could charge at her like a ram on a bloodshed spree. Her wings were extended, the full length longer than her height. The demon woman raised a brow at the cowering child, laughing as if this was a joke. You summoned me, mortal? Her voice was deep, yet still held that feminine quality to it. She began to walk towards her, Marijane shielding her head with her hands, whimpering at the woman who hovered over her. Distaste coated her face, crossing her arms against her chest and tapping a foot on the floor. Such a shame that a young life must be ended. I know you were not aware of what you were doing, but you signed your soul off to me in exchange for a greater power. The demon began to explain, her wet muscle hitting her teeth like a sharp knife. Kiss what you know goodbye, you will forever forget this life. Taking pride in her words, she reached behind her to hold a dagger in her grip, a skull at the base of it. This will only hurt forever. With a wicked grin, she grabbed the girl by the collar of her shirt and dug the blade into her heart. A rippling burst of pain surged throughout her body, an agonizing scream leaving her lips, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body convulsed. No! Those were the last words that left her lips, her body beginning to grow limp and her eyes casting over a glaze. Her last breath was just a whisper. Her soul seeped out of her body, entering into the dagger that laid into the demons hand. Laughing aloud, her body slowly began to disappear, leaving the girls dead body and opened book for her dad to recover and grieve over for the rest of his days, that is if he didn't commit suicide from this. Bringing Marijane back into the demonic world, that is where the demon woman, who was really the demon lord at the time, raised the girl like her own. Teaching her the strongest power that is ever known, leaving the demon kingdom in her control when the time was right. The time grew right, Marijane was now in power and lived to please the Goddess of Fate. It was her job, her duty to make sure that all power is balanced, only herself wielding the incredible power ever known. But that way okay in the eyes of the Goddess. Her agents spoke of this man who held a curse deep within his chest. A curse that was locked away for many of years, never seeming to be brought back out. But the real question was, why was it brought back? It was never brought out unless the person committed a crime, and luckily for her, this would mean a good battle if all falls into place. Another bonus, rumor has it that this said man held a great power, maybe even greater than anyone on the planet Thrae. The clonking of her heels made everyone freeze in their spot, bowing down to her as she made her rightful appearance. Her blue eyes glimmered, her red lips as plump as a fruit ready to be eaten. Her black wings tucked in neatly behind her back while claw-like hands laid against her sides. When she arrived to the room, all eyes were now on her. Good evening Mistress Marijane. One of the agents, Zeke, spoke as he bowed down. I think that this is a pretty serious case, as me and my team investigated a tad bit more. Come, please, have a seat. He took a chair and pulled it away, showcasing his talon-like nails for her to rest her rear on. Nodding silently at him, she sat down, crossing her legs and folding her arms against her bosoms. The man that we are dealing with goes by the name Arch. His age is not known but he looks to be in his mid thirties. He slid her a picture of the man. In no rush she grabbed it and inspect the photo, nodding at him to continue on. He bears the 'Curse of 300,000 screams.' We are just as shocked as you are, miss. Her eyes grew wide, wondering what the poor fool did to deserve such a punishment. Inspecting the picture some more, her finger glided across his jawline, somehow admiring his strong unique features. Well, we got our hands full here, don't we? She joked around, placing an index finger on her chin as she thought about what to do in this situation. I'll tell you what. Let's see what we're truly dealing with. I will send you, Zeke, along with a few trusted agents for you to retrieve this Arch character for me so I can fulfill his full punishment. Does that sounds clear? Zeke nodded, getting up from his seat and calling over the few other trusted agents. You heard the woman, lets get going! He growled, the others springing to their feet and gathering close by him. Taking his hand, he casted a circle on the ground, allowing them to teleport directly into the world of Thrae, their bodies quickly disappearing to enter into the night skies. Already they knew where Arch was, picking up the curses scent and following it quickly. It was strong and very apparent, their nostrils flaring as the scent itself increases its intensity. It didn't take long for the group of demons to be hovering over an island estate. It was beautiful and large, crazy to know that only one man lives there, so they thought. Their wings flapped, their feet finally meeting the roof of his home. Their red eyes pierced the darkness, scanning to see where the man would be. Over there! Zeke whispered, pointing at Arch and a metaloid figure, which seemed to look like a statue until it moved slightly. It looks like we will be dealing with a lot more here. That seems to be an artifact. I heard those do not put up with bull shit. Lets not waste any time. Rising up against, the others followed, charging full speed towards the man. Their snickering was loud, enough to capture his attention. Hopefully he will dodge in time...