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

MJ's eyes softened up, the bright blood red that once coated them now fogged away into the crystal blue that they used to be. Was he really already giving in? Arch was a man full of surprises, and still she wondered if he was playing a trick against her. She couldn't believe this... You're really going to not put up a fight after your big talk you just did? Her grip tightened around his shoulders for just a moment, but softened up, realizing that he indeed was giving into her. No one had ever done that with her before. She found this situation all new to her, but that wouldn't stop her nonetheless. Instead, she cleared her throat and leaned back, her hands drifting to his temples, lightly and delicately. I am glad that you have realized that this will be the better option for you. I will not hurt you, just trying to get the clearest image I can by making direct contact with your temples. Sighing softly, she slowly closed her eyes and allowed her body to relax. She felt her mind travel into his thoughts, an already opened gateway for her. Indeed, this was the real deal he was giving her. The first image that popped into her head was a man who looked to be in bad shape, nude, and alone in the ruins of an old forgotten temple, under a stone Archway. Thankfully, two brothers had helped him, and after questioning the man to see what had happened, he had no knowledge... Strange. Right away this was a gateway ticket to getting a sample of his blood to know exactly who he was. Luckily for him the brother's had helped him and offered him work to get back up. The image faded out, and now showed her how he had found to have an unusually powerful grasp of the arcane. Due to him being found under an Archway and his strong powers, the townspeople decided to call him 'The Arch Mage.' Now MJ understood where his name originated at, and fitted perfectly with him. So far, nothing bad had happened to cause such a curse upon him. Now she watched as he was taken an interest by the magic Academy, where he was offered a position of teaching Evocation. He gladly accepted. He sounds to be a pretty decent man that is well respected for his powers. Looking in more deeply, she noted that he took on mercenary's for some extra cash, but that wasn't worth worrying over. Without warning, the image switched to a black fog, the laughs of pleasure echoing through his mind, giving MJ chills herself. She knew that laugh... it was Drhalatoth! He tried to break Arch by probing into his mind for an entire year, which felt like forever as the memories carried on inside of her mind. She could tell that he did not dwell on the memories, trying to tuck them away, but even though he tried to leave them behind, they were still just as fresh as if they happened yesterday. When all seemed to be going in the demons favor, joining their minds together, Arch began to take control and crush his mind forever. That is when he picked up the Azure rod as a trophy for his hard battle between Drhalatoth. She almost felt sorry for Arch, but there was still more to investigate. Another switch of his thoughts, this one a bit more touching and brighter. He had found the poor artifact, and decided to take him in and rebuild him. Forging and replacing his parts with tender love and care, Arch knowing what to do as he was very skilled. Max was his name, and he was very powerful. His technology was advanced, and was likely a mere tens of thousands of years old. Max stood by Arch's side. Swearing to protect him in exchange for all of Arch's hard work for bringing him back into action again. Things seemed to be looking up for Arch, until it switched to another awful battle. The Red War with the North. MJ remembered watching it, seeing the awful things that had happened. Good thing Max was there to tag along and to help, easily managing to beat back 500 soldiers that came for a surprise assault. Indeed, the battle was bloody, but it needed to be done. His thoughts shifted again, this time performing a ceremony of marrying the Princess of the North and the Prince of the South, bringing the two kingdoms together. Still no sign of a crime. The thoughts continued to switch, seeming to be never ending. This time he was given a massive estate that was part of the generous reward package he was offered for his efforts. It was big, and looked to be a little too much for only one person and a golem. The central 140 acre Island that his cottage was built on was astonishing. She could tell he took pride at his new home. She watched as Max floated away on his garden that he was given permission to build. He looked just as happy, finally taking it easy for all their hardships. The Goddess of Fate clicked in his mind for just a moment, but it was a quick meeting between the two. Callie the cat and many others swirled around in her vision. Their thankful meows and rubs against his calves were enough to bring a smile to the man. He loved his cats, she could easily see that. Quickly it switched to a painful memory. The Branding process. It all happened in his sleep, the branding so powerful it burned his nightshirt and caused him to jolt up from his slumber. Hastily he tried to find comfort in the river that swirled around his island, and thought it took the fire away, the burn still stayed there. From that point and before, he did nothing to deserve the branding. She could see why he felt so violated by her and her agents attacks. Just as she was thinking about her misdoings, the image of her agents coming down and attacking Arch and is golem was now showing. Wow... He knew what he was doing. He tricked them and played them, close to ending their lives by the horrid ravens, until Zeke gave in. He didn't want to, but his life was more important than a mission. It was understandable. Zeke had a family, and he wouldn't want to give that up. He then trapped them in the tower that was on her desk, and now the vision faded to where he was now. She latched away from him quickly, as if her fingertips got burned in the process. With wide eyes, she just stared at him and took a step back. I don't believe it... She whispered aloud as she looked at the floor. Why would the Goddess of Fate do something like this to him? He did nothing wrong, and yet she cursed him and that curse needed to be fulfilled. Exhaling, she looked back into his eyes, shaking her head. I don't see anything wrong with you and why you were chosen to get branded. The Goddess of Fate doesn't mess up. I know she has a reason behind this, but I cannot see it or begin to imagine what it could be. Walking over to her chair, she sat down. Crossing her legs, she folded her hands on her thighs and tapped her foot. If you want to figure out who you were before you lost your memory, I can do that for you in exchange for this awful mess you were put into. But like I said before, you still have to bow down to me. Biting her lower lip, she sat still, pondering on a thought that gnawed at her. You are an honorable and forthright individual. I can see you making a wonderful asset. She stood up again and walked over to him, placing a finger on his jawline and making his eyes peer into hers. I can promise you that through this curse that I will give you a love that no woman will ever give you. You will be mine, and no one else's. If anyone ever tries to interfere with this, they will get punishment through my hands.