Thread: Master Of His Own Domain (Butterfly and I)

The one to greet the duo was a slave with the name of Klarissa, an elf from one of the many worlds that Vant called his own. Vant had long since grown bored with her body and she had been demoted to a mere greeter of guests. She had lost the ability to speak unless it was absolutely necessary. In this situation, Klarissa deemed it wasn't, and kept her fine painted blue lips closed. She nodded, recognizing Narsh as a god instantly and bowed to him silently. She opted not to question Narsh's follower, doing so would be a great offense to him, and she feared the punishment of an offended god. Klarissa led the way down the many spiraling walkways of Vant's estate. While his domain could very well change with his mood, he liked to keep the design it currently had. Such was that of a small planet, made of little more than floating chambers and stairs, carved from some black substance harder than any rock and sleeker than any metal. The entire realm was rather cold, to the degree that mortals could often see their own breath. Light shone through the cracks of the many chambers and staircases, an ebon light that barely illuminated the strange world. Only Vant's chamber was adequately lit. Klarissa continued to lead the duo through an endless maze of stairs and impressive domes, having been conditioned to know the path between the entrance and Vant's chamber by heart. It was only after a few minutes of navigating that the trio came upon the entrance to Vant's chamber. A pair of large golden doors awaited them, carved with an exquisite map of the universe and all its planes. Klarissa bowed and opened the door, not daring to set foot forward, for she had been forbidden from once again setting foot in Vant's chamber. The chamber was a booming one, and rather uncharacteristic of Vant's domain. The chamber was a massive dome with ornate walls, carved out of a strange ebony substance with the occasional splash of an ivory color. Numerous red tapestries decorated the walls, embroidered with endless designs, meanings long lost. The room was lit by a small ball of light overhead, comparable to a sun in intensity. The floor was carpeted with a soft and lush red carpet with similar gold trim. Vant sat at a massive throne at the end of the room. Scattered across the floor of the room were numerous groups of women of all races Vant's collection. None were clothed, and all were engaged in depraved acts, each group trying to produce a fraction of the pleasure that was otherwise denied to them when they were not one of Vant's selected toys. A chorus of moans filled the room as the masses of bodies writhed. Vant's expression changed from his usual bored look to a small smirk when he saw Narsh. Upon Vant's lap sat a girl, demon in origin, with a name of Tieria. She was grinding about Vant's lap, giving her best efforts to arouse him. Vant sat in his throne and watched the newcomers, paying no heed to Tieria's efforts. With a sigh, his eyes flash red for a brief moment, and an unseen force grabbed Tieria. She was flung into one of the many groups of women as Vant let out another disappointed sigh. With a wave of his hand, the mass of people parted, allowing Vant to cross the room to the god and his accomplice. I believe I've seen you before, creature of divinity, Vant laughed as he approached the duo. Tell me, what brings you to my realm?