-Typically Shane herself would tell you that she did not like to piss in the pool of truly magickal beings. She didn’t understand them and therefore didn’t trust them. So when she happened upon a Book of Shadows that belonged to one Varrick of the Unseelie Court she very nearly passed up the opportunity to use it. The book remained hidden among her belongings for several years as a token of one of her kills rather than an object of any use. It wasn’t until she discovered the true power of the book that she set out to find a way to make use of it.-
-Her kind were known for being cold blooded and cruel but they were also creatures who could be patient and inventive when it came to their resources. Making use of this book took both of those skills. Shane spent time tracking down sidhe and with the help of her partner Dexter made good use of steel and iron to ensnare them and turn them to her cause. Information might not have saved their lives, but it ensured them a quick death which was a tender mercy for those in her Dexters care.-
-Among the pages of the books was a spell that intrigued her, a bit of forbidden magick that could imbibe a creature with destructive powers. However, as with all magicks it would take more than even the Kadra had at her disposal to invoke. So she bided her time and the years passed. It was in New York that she used her gifts to win over the Queen of that State and whisper delicately placed promises to her. Turning the Queen’s head was but part of her plan, a plan that she hoped would end with begetting a race of children all her own that had the power to topple the monarchy of the vampires and place the central power within her own grasp.-
-For what Shane kept to herself was an amulet of sidhe fire that would control the creature birthed by magick and blood. She manipulated the Queen to use her resources to enact the spell. But what the Queen didn’t know was that Shane had no intention of birthing and raising this monster for the Queen’s benefit. Instead she intended to draw the creature to her as a force of power that would begin a new line of serpants that could match fang to fang against the vampires and put them in their rightful place.-
“You sssshould be proud that we have chosssen you for thissss tasssk.”
-The icy cold contours of her hand moved to cup Derrick’s face as she leaned in close to let her tongue flicker against his neck. She could feel the heady warmth of his fear as his jugular pounded its rhythmic warning. Derrick Cooper was one of the Queen’s own men, a rattlesnake who had previously controlled Brooklyn, but now he was hers. Shane loved to see a great man brought to ruin, especially when it left him shivering and writhing at her feet.-
“Fight if you musssst, I do enjoy a bit of bite in a man.”
-She could hear the chanting behind her as agents of the Queen began the ritual and beneath the thin fabric of her shirt she felt the sidhe flame of the amulet throbbing in answer. The magick she tasted on the air was dark and full of potency and her pale skin shone with eerie light as she soaked in the feeling from around her. Pulling her hand away from Derrick’s face she gripped the handle of the ceremonial dagger that was strapped to her thigh and unsheathed it, the uneven edge of the blade glinting in the fire light like angry teeth.-
“You’ll thank me when thissss isss over.”
-As she taunted the man she heard cranks and gears wind while Dexter rotated the mechanical devices that controlled the table to which Derrick Cooper was strapped. It moved slowly from an upright position to one in which the man was suspended on his back. Shane lightly ran the edge of the blade along his arm and heard him hiss angrily. Making a soft tsking noise she waited for the dark sidhe to come forward holding a throbbing dark tentacle mass in her hands. The dark creatures thrashed and writhed and Shane wanted to stroke it like a kitten, but now hardly seemed the time.-
-When the priestess nodded Shane stabbed the blade into the spot just below the mans xiphoid process and felt the blade slice through him. Drawing it downward she gutted him like a fish and felt warm blood splash up to wash her hands. Under other circumstances she would have loved to play in that open cavern, but she moved back to let the priestess do her work. Bringing the blade towards her mouth Shane licked the sticky red fluid from the glinting knife and was rewarded by that familiar taste of blood and flesh.-
-The priestess moved the mans insides with her gloved hands and nestled the dark beast down inside him. Shane could see the creatures tentacles winding around Derrick’s insides even as the mans screams filled the night air making her sigh with a girlish sort of ecstacy. As the creature rooted itself in the mans belly Shane could see the wound beginning to knit itself back together. A membranous pod began to knit from the torn flesh until it crept over the outer layer of Derricks body and silenced those pleasant noises he was making. That, was almost sad.-
“Your people will deliver him to the location the Queen has chosen?” -Whether that was a question or an order was unclear. Shane held the knife by her side and tapped it idly against her thigh as though her blood lust weren’t quite sated and she longed to plunge the blade into someone else.- “I will come for him at the appointed time.”
-The creature had to be fed, had to incubate inside Mr. Cooper before it could be brought to its full power. The Queen had chosen the perfect place for such a thing, a place where it could feed on mud, blood, and venom. It was to the deep bayous of Louisianna that the egg sac would be taken, and from the denizens of those swamps that it would feed until Shane came to give it a sacrifice of human blood. Only then could it be hatched, only then could she see what monstrosity this sidhe magick had truly wrought for her.-
-Around her the bayou held a quiet mystery that spoke to her. The venomous bowels of this place were relatable since it too could consume the unsuspecting and leave only their bleached bones to greet the daylight. In that way she felt at home among the thick hanging moss and sludge thickened waters of these Louisiana bayous. Even now Shane stood on a small islet in the middle of the deep swamp, her bare feet buried in the sludge that was the only thing passing as ground here. It was as if the Earth itself had putrefied and purged itself as a sickness on this part of the world. She felt the slime of mud and blood that covered her feet as she trudged towards her goal. At the center of the islet stood a sentinel that gleamed like pure white fire in the moonlight.-
-The giant egg was pale as the skin of a corpse before it begins to rot. Its shell was deceptively thin, showing vein-like traceries of blood that fed the creature within. Even now Shane could see the shell pulse with dark light from within and the sight made her belly warm and her cunt tighten with anticipatory glee at the idea of releasing the creature inside. Hissing a soft melody she let her hands lightly cup the contours of the giant egg that was partially buried in the muck of the islet. Fingers as thin and pale as bone hovered over the pulsating outer layer as she leaned to press her cheek to the membranous outside of the egg.-
“Ssssssoon my pretty boy. Sssssoon you sssshall risssse from thissss vessel and we will feassssst on the blood of the innocent here. You’ll ssssee.” –One of her fingers lightly tapped on the sticky surface and was rewarded by an outward reaching pulse of energy that raced through her limb like wildfire and made the amulet around her neck glow with rich ruby light.- “Sssssoon my love.”
-Whispered promises were spoken to the creature inside the shell as she pulled her face away and felt the wetness of the membrane’s mucus clinging to her skin trying to keep her there where it could devour her. Laughing at the creature as though it were merely a silly child she wrenched back and freed herself with a chorus of resounding wet slapping sounds as her skin was pulled away from the clinging tissue of the egg sac.-
“The young onessss are always ssssso hungry.”
-As she spoke to herself her slender tongue flickered on the night air and tasted her surroundings. The egg tasted of death and the magick of the sidhe, and the air around her festered with the putrescence of a thousand snakes, alligators, and venomous insects who called the bayou home and had been drawn to this place by the sacred egg incubating here. Tipping her head to the side Shane contemplated the egg with her flat black eyes and one of her hands lightly fingered the amulet she wore around her neck.-
-For all great things sacrifice was necessary, and it was in this final hour that Shane would present her child with its first sacrificial lamb. The first of many, or so she hoped. Turning her back on the shell that blazed white in the moonlight she moved towards the skiff she had left nearby where the islet sank into the swamp water. The snakes and spiders slithered and scurried out of her path without challenge, simple creatures knew it best to leave a mother to her own designs rather than to get in her way. Too bad such sense was not common among humans as well. Yet it was among the human population that she must find her sacrifice, something to drench the egg and awaken her darling from his slumber. Only then would this test truly begin, and only then would she see if the magick of the sidhe had actually worked.-
The whole thing was one big nightmare. One minute, he had been ruling over his borough with as iron a fist as any could imagine, feasting upon the unfortuntates, which included damn near everyone in his opinion, reaping the rewards unabashedly. The world was truly his oyster. Then he found himself strapped to a table, being disemboweled and stuffed with some throbbing, tentacled black...thing. It had not been the best day he could remember.
Everything seemed so blurry then. Half of the time, he was dreaming. The rest of the time, he knew he was dreaming, yet could not stop it. It was as if he was at war within his own subconscious against an intruder he could neither see nor hear, only feel. There was control being ripped from his grasp with whispered promises of power beyond his avaricious dreams, but all he could think of was her, that bitch, and how he would make her suffer by rending her flesh from her bones. Slowly, starting with her feet and working his way up so that she could feel every solid inch of herself being torn away and watch him feast upon it, her own blood and sinew covering his face. No, better yet, he would start with her tongue. That way she could not speak, only scream and moan. But her eyes would be the last thing to go. One at a time, so she could watch him suck the ichor from the first before chewing it like a quarter machine gumball.
These thoughts kept him going while he was being held prisoner in this...where the hell was he, even? He wanted to awaken, yet could not. Held at bay by a power he could not comprehend, knowing that wherever he was, he was not alone. He could feel it crawling inside of him like probing alien fingers, tightening around his gut, squeezing him sharply whenever he resisted too often, which was often. There would be so many deaths as a result of this that he didnt even know where to start. The streets would run red with blood, screams would fill the air on a constant basis. Empires would crumble, the sky would blacken, the world would quake beneath his feet as he exacted his revenge on...everyone. And everything. Never before had his thoughts been so lofty, his ambition been so high. He would hold the earth between the palms of his hands, rip a hole where Louisiana sits and fuck it. He did not even know why he suddenly had such animosity towards the bayou state. He didn't give a rat's ass about the Saints, and if one more person said Hoo Dat he would bend them over and show them.
He wanted to feed, yet knew his hunger would never be satisfied. He wanted to kill, to ravage, to destroy, to rule, to dominate everything. He could hear the voice of her, the one he desired, the one he hated, the one he wished to rip apart slowly, the one he wished to please. This...was going to be a bumpy ride.
-- Edited by DERRICK COOPER on Tuesday 13th of December 2011 04:56:34 PM
