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Post by Eto on Mar 23, 2016 20:37:54 GMT
Eto leaned into Don's hold, resting against her. Funny how both of their insecurities seemed to take hold all at the same time, especially when all he was trying to do was comfort her. His fiery red hair swayed from side to side a bit as he shook his head. To many years spent in war and in fear of that specific creature had brought him no end of pain. "I'm going to have to let loose a little here... If I do this I'm going to feed it to you, you're going to experience it like I did..." His words very soft, quiet, almost afraid. He was offering his daemonic companion every option to back out. No one should ever have to experience the things that she did with her father, and she'd be experiencing his, first hand.
Zelm was not his father, not a relative of any kind. But he was a creature that Eto had loved, cherished and cared for so deeply, that even in the face of those action... He might go back to him, he might give into him and return. Fear shook his thin and frail frame, Zelm was his nightmare. His greatest pain and greatest weakness. And she was going to experience it, every betrayal, every torture both physical and emotional and every sexual torment and agony he'd ever been put through, all at once. "It's all or nothing Don. There isn't any stopping half way unless you kill me..." Last chance, last offer, last means of escape. He trusted her judgement when it came to her own well being. He wasn't sure that she'd trust him after she saw.
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Post by Don on Mar 24, 2016 3:06:17 GMT
Her fingers lightly traced over his cheek, down to the side of his neck, as if exploring. Her eyes were unfocused, glazed over, as she contemplated what he was telling her. Don was a hot-head and prone to sudden decisions, but there was something about Eto's voice. He was worried, concerned about what she might see, and that was enough to give the fiery demon pause. What had he experienced? What had effected him so completely, so deeply? So irrevocably?
"It's always all 'er nothin' with me," she teased, trying to make light of an obviously serious situation. It was something she was good at... Making people laugh, usually with how stupid she was being. It made them forget just how smart and perceptive she really was. "You can let me know what's up?"
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Post by Eto on Mar 24, 2016 5:02:03 GMT
Eto let out a soft sigh. He let go of some of the tension in his shoulders and in his eyes. "Sorry Don." He apologized before he even began. It happened faster than she had ever experienced before. One minute his binding's were on, keeping him well grounded. The next minute they were off and he was positively glowing with energy. Every bit of him radiated the mixture of vampire and human that he truly was. And it was an unholy mixture of power. "Breathe." He said, in that multitonal voice, turning almost too rapidly over toward Don, and let out a deep breath.
Power, his power, and more than that, his feelings, his experiences would wash over her. From the beginning. Frost's first betrayal, him becoming a vampire after watching everyone he knew and cared about die to the werewolves. The wars he'd fought for the other Vampires, Kreana, Frost, Draco, everyone he'd ever cared for and loved, watched their every betrayal. His every torture and torment at the hands of each of the groups he'd been surrendered too. She felt it, she felt them. She felt every friends death as he'd felt it. She experienced every physical torture that had happened up until he met Thorn. Then things changed, the experiments, the torture was different. The same experienced agonies and pains, but there was the intrigue coloring it as well. Then he killed her, when she tore him from his slumber, half mad and unable to control himself.
The consequences of that horrible act would crash into her. And it wasn't even the beginning.
Then came Zelm Blade. His visage would be clear to her, every scale, every flick of his tail. Every rape and and forced situation on his form, every fear, every destroyed and love she would feel completely. Every torment on his body, every shame, every single torture and pain he'd ever felt at his hands. Every betrayal followed by Eto's defeated form lying almost bloodless on the floor, begging for vitae, begging to be brought back to from the brink. She would experience the entirety of Zelm Blades whole existence, and his love and fear of the dragon.
Those feelings and images would fade and Thorn's recombination experiment would wash over her, the pain, the agony, the triumph, then all of the addictions. Every addiction he'd ever felt. Thorn's blood, Zelm's blood, the blood of other vampires, the aching thirst, the raging beast, all with the soul of his humanity watching and experiencing it helplessly.
Don would experience every battle he'd ever fought in, up to and including his experiences with Amy and her ilk. And it would all slowly fade out of existence as his form dropped like a puppet who's strings had been severed. Eto's head fell into her shoulder. Those bindings that had been forced free, rubber banding back into place as he passed out.
Dom of the Devil house knew Eto more intimately, than almost any other creature in the entire multiverse, and he was literally at her mercy.
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Post by Don on Mar 24, 2016 16:00:24 GMT
As it all washed through her, Don tried to scream, but it was lost to the memories. She could hear it like an echo, a whisper in the back of her mind, as she clung to the only thing she possibly could: Eto. He was the only solid force she had left, the only thing holding her to the real world. Her fingers pawed at his back, body shifting and morphing as it attempted to fight against the onslaught of his torture. Her nails would scorch across his skin, and then she would spasm as the pain touched her instead.
He fell against her and she held him for as long as she was able, but her own body shuddered violently and collapsed against her bed. The two were tangled together, the memories playing across her. Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye, condensed down to minutes. By the time she saw Amy's face, her body was too weak to hold itself any longer. The only reprieve was the soft smile that touched her lips as she saw herself as he saw her.
Her heart ached with the agonies she had endured, but she managed to maintain her consciousness. Blinking, the walls came into focus once more, her teeth cutting through the delicate flesh of her bottom lip. Blood oozed down her chin as she turned to look at Eto, asleep. "Lucy thrice damned," she whispered, but her voice was soft, accented by the Devil House and not the Host she clung to. She whimpered softly, leaning down to press her bleeding lips against his.
"I'm so sorry, Etonis," she whispered to him, wrapping herself in his arms and letting the tears flow. "I'm so sorry..."
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 3:45:18 GMT
Eto was like a rag doll as she moved him, as she placed her lips upon his. It wasn't until her blood hit his tongue that he responded. His lips parted as a gentle, almost mewing sound escaped his lips and he fed. The ashen color his skin had turned slowly began to turn back to it's normal Alabaster hue as she fed him. He moaned against her and the moment he could move, his arms wrapped around her, crushing her against him. He wasn't pulling on her blood hard, he wasn't really feeding. He was holding Don as if she was the last bit of flotsam in the middle of an Ocean.
"I'm sorry, don't hurt me again..." His voice was obviously terrified. He'd experienced all those things first hand, and this would be just like doing it all over again. He obviously wasn't asking Don, he was begging all those tormentors, all those torturers. "Please..." He groaned into her lips.
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Post by Don on Mar 25, 2016 5:12:59 GMT
"Eto," she whispered, her voice cracking as she tried her best to calm him with her touch. Careful to be light as she stroked his cheeks, she smiled, cutting through the tender flesh of her lip. The blood flowed more freely as she kissed him again, cradling him against her chest. "Come on, baby. Etonis... Fiend fucker..."
She never raised her voice from that soft sound, continuing her gentle assault on his neck. "It's me, baby. It's just me. Just me and you and no one else. Can you hear me? Do you know who I am?"
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 5:37:08 GMT
Eto continued to kiss her, to let her feed him, to let him taste that beautiful vitae of hers, that addictive power. But it wasn't the lust, not for his addiction, not for the ungodly amount of strength and power that he could easily obtain from her. It was her voice, the name only she called him that broke through the fear, the terror and the failure. His hands moved over her back and shoulders. He recognized her, she was Don. Abbadon, Vampire Fucker, his companion, his battle buddy. The closest thing he'd had to a real friend since Thorn.
"Don." His voice came out as a gargled whisper as he continued to drink from her clutching her against close to him. "I'm sorry little devil." He moaned out quietly. "I'm so sorry." He clutched her there, slowly beginning to regain his composure. Don would know every scar on his body, every bladed weapon that had ever bitten into his alabaster skin. Don knew everything.
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Post by Don on Mar 25, 2016 5:41:40 GMT
"Don't you dare apologize," she hissed, moving back only enough to free one of her arms from around him. Without moving him too much, she offered up her wrist, should he want to take it. In Hell, she had an almost unlimited supply of life force, and after what she had witnessed, he needed her strength more than she did.
"I didn't... realize. I'm sorry, Eto..." She closed her eyes tightly, fighting back tears she hadn't realized were there. No wonder he understood. No wonder he wanted Mat's head. It made so much more sense. Her free hand tightened at his back and a whimper escaped her. "I didn't know. But I know, now. So don't you BLOODY apologize to me for that..."
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 7:43:54 GMT
Eto shook his head a bit as she offered him her wrist. Truly feeding from her now would be far too dangerous. Giving him that kind of power while he was in that state, with HIM on his mind was like giving a murderer a gun and a free pass into the homes of everyone he hated. Only Eto would have even less control. "It is not at all your fault. You couldn't know, you wouldn't know, and no one but you and Thorn really knows." His voice was quiet, subdued. He'd regained enough of his strength to wrap her up in his arms.
"We both know little devil..." Again that same subdued tone as he leaned over kissing her shoulder softly. "We both know, we've both experienced it, you asked me not to hide things... So I showed you... Everything..." Eto's head did not rise from her shoulder as he rested there, keeping her warmth against him, even if this was the last moment of that warmth, he would cherish it.
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Post by Don on Mar 25, 2016 8:05:59 GMT
Don did not argue, wrapping her arm around him again and holding him close. She let him rest his head on her shoulder, fingers brushing delicately through his red hair.
"No secrets?" She murmured into his ear, a smile upon her lips. If he agreed, he would be the first person to gain her complete honesty. Not even Lucy had that.
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 8:20:40 GMT
Eto paused, letting the full weight of her statement press into his mind. Don was offering him exactly what it was that he had offered her, and he wasn't going to refuse it, not after what she'd gone through. She deserved that. She deserved that and so much more. "Yeah, no secrets. You know my everything." He kissed her shoulder again. "No secrets." He confirmed quietly
How long had it been since he'd trusted anyone other than Thorn? Would Don betray him like all the others? No, she couldn't not after that. He trusted her. She was his companion, his friend, his ally, and his lover.
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Post by Don on Mar 25, 2016 8:23:05 GMT
Don smiled softly, turning to kiss him again. Her lips were firmer, more confident. He had just offered her everything... She had no interest in going against that.
Then, Don did the one thing she had refused to do her entire life. She leaned back from Eto... and offered her hand.
"You have my word, Etonis Vadia."
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 8:41:41 GMT
Eto looked at her after she'd broken the kiss and nodded. "Deal." He said reaching out for her hand and shaking,
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