UNEDITED
The pillars were huge, white, with colorful flowers of different kinds entangled amongst each other, knotted on the pillars.
The place had the hue of warmth and happiness, THAT IS beyond the gates of the darkness that laid after the black gates. Darkness loomed there.
The sight was scary. There wasn't much noise besides the wailing of scared inmates, in pain, in their own personal hell, but that wasn't bad. Their ears could withstand the burning of the pain of listening to thundering wails all day.
It was the growling. It sounded like thunder and earthquakes, shaking the dark realm like it meant to sunk it way deep inside the bowels of Tech Duinn.
Their growling was loud, it sends fear down to the inmates whenever it shook the grounds they laid upon.
But one inmate sat unwavered. Like a still pale corpse. The blackest of eye bags circled beneath her magenta eyes, on her cream skin that seemed pale like a dead one.
Her mouth had tight restraints preventing the display of her lips. The iron burned the fae's skin but she remained unwavered. Her hands were tied around her torso with iron chains like a mentally deranged victim.
Her maroon hair had dirt in them as well as blood, they seemed almost like red with the amount of blood that soaked them. The blood that ran down her eyes seemed almost like fire from the bowels of hell themselves mixed with the darkness that was the void.
Footsteps echoed throughout the halls. Panic and fury ignited in the magenta orbs of the little fae girl.
The veins beyond the skin of her neck surfaced. Muffled speeches fell but ended entrapped by the iron that covered the entirety of her mouth.
His lower half was clad in leather brown pants, the 6'4 demon of Tech Duinn, that had this young faerie trembling knelt down to the faerie girl.
His build was huge, and his height towered over her even as he knelt down. His skin was cream colored, pale but not as pale as the little fae's skin. His diamond shaped face had a center part styled red locks flushed down his shoulders.
His fiery red hair was full and breached down to his shoulders. He had a 3'o clock shadow that was equally as red as his hair. He had thick eyebrows as red as his hair, with eyelashes dark yet with red tip tops that made it seem as if a red sun had risen when his eyelashes blinked and his sharp amber eyes were gazed upon.
His aristocratic nose lined down gracefully. His lips were thin and firm, and almost like an unnatural cream color with the tiniest of black dot on his bottom lip.
He had red and black ink design on his skin, curled and designed together to form the perfect picture on his body. The beautiful ink curled up to his neck. They filled his pale-cream bare upper half, narrowed down to his V lined torso.
His eyes that were the brightest of amber eyes ever gazed upon, stared at the little fae with a blanketed feeling in them.
This dangerous man, this demon that haunted the little faerie was Arawn --- god of terror, war, and ruler of Annwn.
"Faerie beag" His deep yet soothing voice echoed.
(Little faerie)
The growling became softer, softer, as if the hounds were getting closer.
Everything faded before her eyes, and the little faerie found herself in the back seat of a moving car. Two unfamiliar figures sat in the front of the car, male and female.
The faerie's eyes moved to the little boy that sat next to her. The boy had dark hair that fell to his chest and there was something familiar about his crystal blue eyes.
Those soft innocent eyes looked up from the twisted cubicle the strings of magic sprites that curled around his hands to the magenta eyed girl that stared at him in absolute wonderment.
"See, Fayette, see what I made," The boy grinned and she frowned.
Fayette? Her name wasn't Fayette but why did it feel familiar?
Her eyes shifted from the boy that hand placed her little mind up at cloud nine. Beguiled him with his wonderment and familiarity.
Her eyes landed at the road, a dark creature jumped from the darkness of the woods to obstruct the road ahead.
Yelling and fear filled the car. The car shrieked as the people in front tried to save them from the crash that was to come.
Her heart started to thud, fear overcame her. What was the feeling? It was not hers. Why did she feel like it was someone else's emotion?
The car tumbled in the roadbut all she could do was observe everyone in curiosity.
Her magenta eyes observed the blue eyed boy that was wailing and yelling for the people at the front seats vanished at sight. Leaving only white sprites in the car.
Fiery red eyes flashed ahead with deep growling noise.
Her mouth parted and the thing threatening to rip through her throat, she let out.
A scream. A loud one.
"Gertrude... !!!!" Her magenta eyes flashed open.
On instinct Braelynn's hand caught a tiny throat around it.
"Deamhan tosaithe!!"
(Begone demon)
Her blood coiled. A need burned through her, was it to destroy the demons that haunted her? Or was it frustration that she'd wished to close her eyes and gaze upon that moment that left her baffled and in utter wonderment?
"Gertrude let him go!" A familiar yelled back, making her eyes shift to him.
A sense of familiarity for these two children cooled the strange inferno that had ignited deep inside her core.
The door barged open and a voice thundered. "Braelynn!" Fear etched in the face of the hazel eyed man.
Dremeine, and Afriel. They stood in the room with fear etched all over their faces as they watched Braelynn hold on to their 15 year old son --- Legacy, with pure malice in her eyes.
As Braelynn turned her gaze back to the girl-like boy, the demon that haunted her with red eyes morphed into a peculiar 15 year old faerie that fascinated this Queen.
Regret washed her. She quickly unwrapped her hand from his neck, and found herself edging back against the wall.
The nightmares had come again, but this time it was different. It made fear weave inside her, horror pump through her veins, but at the same time lust shone from the pit of her core.
"logh dom buachaill deas" She whispered to a frightened Legacy.
(Forgive me pretty boy)
Afriel craddled his trembling son against his chest, walking him out of the room without fear holding him hostage.
Dremeine's jaw clenched, glaring maliciously at Braelynn.
"What happened Braelynn?" Dremeine asked.
The fae Queen never showed fear, fear was a tool your enemy used to slit your throat and drove daggers to your heart. But alas not when she dreamt, everybody had weakness and this was Braelynn's. Fears of the past crippled her in her dreams, made her into a weakling.
Braelynn never let anyone into her room back in Tír na nÓg for the particular reason. She was weak in her dreams, and her weakness had almost pushed her into hurting Dremeine's son. The pretty boy.
But no. This was different. She loathed the faces in her nightmare but there was something else, something that wasn't a part of her memories.
Then those eyes, those red eyes in the darkness of the road ahead. They stared right into her soul, and made her burn with lust.
Braelynn frowned. Finally catching whiff of a smell that had engulfed the room she'd laid in.
Her teeth grounded together as she spat. "bhí duine ag fucking le mo bhrionglóidí" Her eyes were glowing magenta. A malicious intent filled her voice.
(Someone was fucking with my dreams)
Something crept into her mind, and it had the same sweet dark aura that made her mouth water and her soul chime.
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"Ichor....The blood of the gods" Caesar replied with a smirk.
Sebastian snatched the rather heavy book from his grip. "The blood of the GREEK pantheon. Their blood are much different from the Atlanteans, and Ancestorial gods"
Caesar rolled his eyes. "Hey, Seb, who'd you think would be stronger, Zeus or Ayacora?" Caesar asked.
Sebastian blinked at the question. Zeus was rather primordial, powerful and was leader of the Greek pantheon --- The Olympians, but compared to Ayacora from the Ancients --- The African pantheon, an Ancestorial god, and the god of the past, present and future yet to come?
"Don't ask stupid questions, of course Ayacora would win, have you heard of him?" Sebastian answered.
"Yeah, you're probably right, but compared with boinking, Zeus is fucking great!" Sebastian frowned at the statement, fixing his tie.
"Caesar sometimes I wonder if you were dropped as a child, there's nothing great about a supernatural deity that goes around pressing his suits ---"
"--- Oh my goddess, Sebastian, pressing his suits? You sound so old!"
Sebastian turned to Caesar with hardness in his eyes, but Caesar ignored him and continued laughing his ass out. The hardness in Sebastian's eyes softened, watching Caesar laugh so happily, and he allowed the slightest of smile to grace his face.
The smile died and reborned into a scowl as he turned back to his standing mirror and he thought came to his mind.
"Do you think Sora will be okay"
Caesar got up from the bed and grabbed Sebastian's shoulder. "Of course he will be, he just got involved with the same dark aura Calliope did, he was probably around the area she died" Caesar soothed.
Sebastian looked at his mirror, considering Caesar's words, and the aura that had been on the limelight these days. The aura that made his blood sing, and made his bones quiver with lust.
"I hope so," He whispered to himself.
"Hey, hey, hey" Caesar grabbed his tie.
"Calliope is dead, gone, there isn't anything we can do, can we?" Caesar loosened the tie and undid the first two buttons of his shirt.
Sebastian didn't reply.
"Here you go." He patted Sebastian's chest.
Sebastian looked down at Caesar's work. His first two button were unbuttoned, and Caesar had untucked Sebastian's shirt that was tucked into his black pants.
Sebastian groaned. "Caesar, I look like ruffian"
Caesar rolled his eyes. "Sebastian blue Lockhart, since when have you cared how you look" Caesar retorted.
Sebastian scoffed. "Didn't you say something about how you look is how you're addressed?" Sebastian countered.
Caesar broke into a grin at Sebastian's counter. "Well you'll be addressed quite finely in this, and in the words of a 100 year old in an 18 year old body: Everybody else can suck ass"
Sebastian glared at Caesar that used his on statement against him.
"Besides I look like a fucking adonis, why should you dress like my ugly betty?" Caesar defended rolling his waist teasingly and his hands dropping down to admire his body.
"You look like you dropped out of a playboy magazine cover"
Caesar smirked. "It's all about what makes the girls heart go pitter patter, especially Lydia"
Sebastian scowled heading for the door of his room. "Lydia's a whore, stop wearing makeup for her"
Caesar gasped and clutched his chest ever so dramatically. "You know very well I don't wear makeup"
"You wear mascara" Sebastian told, "And lip gloss"
Caesar rolled his eyes. "Of course I do, I want this beautiful eyes to pop, and I want very kissable lips ever moistened"
"One, get a lip balm, two kissable lips my ass" Sebastian voiced, glancing back at Caesar.
"Sebastian, it wouldn't make you gay to admit that you think I have the lips of an amazonian princess, and Lydia is not a whore, she's just fallen for the Ian charm but when she sees me today all that will change" Caesar announced with a grin on his face.
Sebastian stopped at the last case of the stairs. "She called you a queer"
"Because I'm beautiful" Caesar rebuked with a smirk.
"She said you were the most queerest thing she'd ever seen before dumping sprite on you and matching out," Sebastian reminded.
Caesar had a contemplative look on his face before he said. "Fuck Lydia, tonight papa's gonna have a threesome"
A look of disgust etched in Caesar's face. "An orgy Caesar, wolves are supposed to remain celibate until their mates"
Caesar looked down at Sebastian. "It's a threesome not an orgy, we both know three is not a crowd for me, and besides it's not like a want a mate" The playful tone on his tongue died at his last words.
Sebastian was well aware that Caesar didn't want a mate. A planned on rejecting whoever it was whenever they came, and he had reasons good enough for him. Sebastian didn't push him, after all he was a person that would rather die in the shadows of his room. He wasn't looking for any sort of relationship until he fell to his grave, the emotional turmoil with such attachment scared the shit out of him.
The one he had with Caesar was enough, he couldn't imagine having a mate like wolves, having someone that would be part of your soul. That was a bad novel with tragedy spelt at the end of it.
"Hey, hey, hey, boys, looking sexy" Sebastian frowned his face at his aunt Brenda's remark.
"Hey miss Nobels, hey beautiful" Caesar wiggled his eyebrows with a grin at Willie that had a look of disgust all over her.
"Get away from me, you perv" Willie rebuked Caesar that was already hovering all over her.
"Still pretending to not feel our strong attraction aye?"
Willie glared at Caesar. "What attraction mutt?"
Caesar's hand fell on her shoulder. "The sexual intensity that is threatening to consume us beautiful"
Willie swatted his hand away from her as if he was diseased. "Argh! Sebastian, keep your dog outta the house!" She exclaimed, running up the stairs.
Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"You look so sexy, Sebastian, I bet all the pretty girl will be drooling over you" Brenda pinched Sebastian's cheek.
Sebastian instantly frowned at the contact, and motioned away from her with hate gleaming in his eyes.
Brenda's happy look fell, but Sebastian couldn't care less as he headed for the door with Caesar by his side.
He didn't hate the woman, no. He hated that she didn't hate him.
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Jussie Smollette and Yazz played in the house. (What the DJ says by the cast of empire).
"Mannn, I told you this party would be lit!" Caesar sang, throwing his hand over Sebastian's shoulder.
Sebastian snatched his hand off his shoulder, he abhorred the physical contact. While Caesar enjoyed the party, Sebastian had a knot in his throat, he hated being around this much people, especially as they were all people he wished would disappear from this world.
Sweat and Alcohol pervaded the air, bodies grinding against each other, dancing with different styles to the loud addicting music.
The humans were more than the witches and the wolves were few because they spent most of their time as a pack.
Sebastian had already taken a seat when Caesar staggered next to him on the couch, he reeked of pussy, and alcohol. "Bro witches are fucking intense, I think Jacinta sucked me dry" He drew out.
Sebastian glanced at his messed up figure, sweat beads rolling down his body, he was basically screaming sex, and if it was Caesar he couldn't care less. "You reek of sex" Sebastian said blankly.
Caesar snorted, "Like fuck, it was intense, and she was a damn screamer"
Sebastian turned to him with a frown, "You guys did it in Ryan's Shack?" He said, knowing that was the place that Caesar had told him they haf sex whenever Ryan threw a party, the place was now a sex shack.
He took the bear in his mouth up his lips, "Inside and Out" He clarified.
"I mean dude you should've been there, Jacinta was fucking wild, I'd always thought she was the quiet type but when I put in her she was screaming like an hyena and making moves I've never seen before" He went further explaining.
Sebastian pulled out his phone from his pockets, when a ping message came in, "TMI dude" He berated, irritated he read the message on the phone.
"Come on Seb, like you weren't curious. Have you ever heard of the reverse cowgirl?" Caesar continued.
Sebastian glowered at his amused self, only Caesar would think to taunt him with the story of his sex life, and tried not to maintain a little decency while doing it.
"Choke" Sebastian ordered and instantly the beer gushed out of his nose, the moment he spat his beer out, choking on it.
He glared at me. "What the fuck, Seb!" His voice was raspy from recently almost choking from beer.
Served him right, Sebastian thought, reading the message on his phone.
Sabrina Sinclair: Look up
Sebastian obeyed the text, and looked up. Sabrina stood up front, with a smile on her face.
She was tall and slender, straight sexy legs that showed off from the white dress she was wearing. The design of the dress made it so that her thighs, breasts and belly were showing off.
The strappy white long heels she was wearing made her long legs look even more sexier.
Her hair was tied back whilst some was left playing around as even tying it couldn't take her unruly tiny curls.
Her makeup was smoky, making her look even more sexy than she looked.
"Hey, Sebastian," She greeted with a smile as she got close enough.
Sebastian broke into the tiniest of smiles. "Hey, Sabrina," Sebastian greeted back. "How's you brother doing?"
"Oh Sora...?" Her smile wasn't as bright. "Dance with me"
Sebastien frowned as she didn't answer his question but took the hand she held at anyways.
The song playing now was slow, and with his hands around her waist he danced to it. As much as Sebastian despised the physical contact he knew that she had something to tell.
"The witch doctors say my brother is only slightly infected with the dark aura that possessed my mother, he should be fine" Sabrina suddenly voiced.
"But his not, is he?"
"Sora is possessed." Sebastian's head snapped down at her.
She nodded confirming he hadn't miss heard. "I know he is, his been acting so strange lately. Writing all over the wall the same symbol every day, refusing to give himself sun light, talking to the air ---"
"--- He could be experincing heartbreak, he did lose his mother ---"
"--- He smells like a body rotting inside out, the house reeks of the most disgusting aura I've ever felt, he tried to kill Yo-yo, our dog, with a butcher's knife, He... He.... He tried to squeeze the life out of me one-day, and when I fought back, he just started coughing black blood and his eyes were ---"
"--- Bleeding black blood" Sebastian finished. Fear holding his body firm.
No. It couldn't be. Not the same symptoms, no, no. He knew someone that experienced something as Sabrina had stated, and it didn't end well.
Sebastian motioned away from Sabrina. Tear filled his eyes already rolling down.
"Sebastian---" He didn't wait for her to finish before dashing out of the party.
Sebastian hadn't gone far before he pulled out a glyph from his pocket. "Dayne!" He yelled before the glyph on paper burned in white flames and Sebastian busted in white flecks.
Sebastian metamorphosed back to his true form at Meadow reach bridge. He quickly climbed at the ledge of the bridge.
"No. No. No. Not again, stop!" He yelled.
The voices in his head was telling him what he needed to do at the moment. The pain was too much.
This couldn't happen to him again. Why?! Why him!
He shut his eyes, he was ready to end it. That is until---
"You really don't want to do that...." A deep bold voice thundered.
A growl that could almost shake the earth followed and Sebastian was all to quick to open his eyes.
Fiery red orbs that seemed like they were crafted from the bowels of hell itself stared at Sebastian from the other side of the bridge.
A dark aura wafted the air. Dark, and....sweet.
Sebastian tilted his head to the side. A dawning look etched all over his face. "You. It's your aura"