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Back In Black [Closed] - Ghostly - 11-14-2014

A Fortune x Zeno Scene

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Back In Black [Closed] - Kat - 11-14-2014

[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/gmoqfYX.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Fortune Vereaux was fucked.

Not in a literal sense, albeit hilarious to look at in such a light, but in a more figurative, matter-of-fact way. While it would be safe to assume, above all things, Fortune was taken care of, this wasn't necessarily the case. Actually, Fortune was old news. Discarded, used, torn up, and inevitably, undesired by her clan. All these things tended to add up and leave nothing but a sour taste in the mouths of stock holders everywhere, giving the matriarch little choice but to send the wayward fledgling on her own. A few hundred years and she would be returned to the good graces of her name stead, but that was still two centuries away, at best. Fortune had initially taken the plunge into mortal society without hesitation. There had been women in her life over the years, stringing along in a constant array of colors and shapes, a rainbow of personalities and problems making themselves evident in each misguided attempt at love. The last relationship the Fae had managed to fall in to was with a ebony goddess with pearl colored hair and a look in opalescent hues that spelled trouble.

She took Fortune for all she was worth.

Even after a time of mourning and regret, the stranded red head seemed to have detached herself from social circles she would be expected to frequent. Sobriety had been tossed away in attempts to sink her memories in places an intoxicated individual couldn't reach, and there wasn't a soul to rattle off her woes to. Friends were secondary to the bottle she crawled into, and what few she had made on the lunar colony previously diminished to the barest remnants of acquaintances. Only in passing, only on last name basis. No matter what pair of strappy heels the Fae wore, it was the same downtrodden gait from point A to point B, with her head hung low. It wasn't surprising that no one had any interest in hiring her, and those who gambled a position for the pretty face she wore were sorely misled. Her ethics had long ago dwindled to little more than week one charades, meaning the following time spent under employment was a daily decline that always ended in termination.

Graham & Rakhshine was one of the last stops on her job binge, and if this didn't work, what the fuck did she really have keeping her on Icarus?

Dressed in a more modest ensemble from her half ruined wardrobe, Fortune set off the evening of her interview looking like she fit the job description. Paralegal work came natural to the Fae, as she had been tackling her own clan related doctrines and decrees for countless years, so she saw herself a shoe-in for what the position required. After so many lifetimes of working among mundane kind, she even had the legal certifications expected of her, meaning they would have no reason not to give her a shot. Well, none other than her awful standing among her previous employers. Still, if Fortune was wise with her words and seemingly interested, maybe even dedicated in a naive way, she would find herself hired.

The law firm was a megatall of sorts. All highrise glitz and glam, which the bottle label of neon advertisements seemed to boast. There was a place along the paved streets of the colony that didn't have some sort of billboard blinking, but the sheer amount of illuminated garbage tacked on to the skyscraper was daunting. Fortune almost turned around, almost gave up on the spot to venture off to some shit hole club to drown her sorrows, but instead continued with pep in her barely coherent step. Hangovers weren't new to her routine, but they made for less interesting outings, especially when she was staring into the face of some conglomerate sweat shop of legal lackeys. Barely able to keep her eyes on the monster of obnoxious design, the Fae scooted inside through a set of revolving doors, and found the lobby a breath of fresh air in terms of eyesores.

Their receptionist was a fifth generation K'iirogan and a single mother of four, who told Fortune these things almost immediately after the details of her interview were given. Luckily for Fortune, she had come early enough to listen for ten or so minutes to the alien female complain about the woes of her existence, otherwise the Fae may not have made the elevator in time to ride to the 81st floor. Music hummed softly in the background of the trip, like some jingle to a commercial Fortune had never volunteered to be part of, but it was better than silence. Sobriety and silence always tended to drag out the worst from the woman, even if she was doing everything she could to keep it under lock and key.

When the doors opened and the soft glow of muted halogens met the Fae, there was no doubt this was a company far beyond expectations, with prominence Fortune couldn't appreciate at face value. Having been so detached from the wealth of her clan, the imagery of excess and decadence their office floor was cloaked in made her stomach turn. Nauseated while blinking her heavily hooded orbs, Fortune's trip towards the office door in the distance seemed to span hours. Every step clicked, clopped, knocked and squeaked, causing a wince to catch her off guard and impede the actions. It wasn't until a tanned hand was placed shakily on the door handle that she realized she was actually there, through the fog of hanging glass light fixtures and gilded frames surrounding paintings of notable stockholders.

Fortune took a deep breath, exhaling as the entrance parted to make way for her figure; a voluptuous one hugged by her dress ensemble, with leggings treated as an after thought to accentuate saddle brown flats. Auburn waves cascaded and curled around slender shoulders, drawing attention lower to a sizable bosom and pinched waist, as if beckoning the viewer to remember the pin-up women of yore. Violet eyes bounced from the empty seat near the desk to the desk itself, and then off to the person behind the desk, who dressed far better than she did and seemed unamused by her arrival.

"You're late."

Fortune didn't answer initially, instead clicking along the wooden floor until she was able to sit comfortably across from the hiring manager. "I got caught up speaking with your secretary." Wine tinted lips didn't lie, bringing emphasis to the chatty woman who had ruined the Fae's planned arrival strategy. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"Indeed." A folder was pulled up on the central display in front of the desk, and a series of codes and numbers were added to the script, giving the director access to any available files related to Fortune Vereaux. Much of her known information was there, brutally honest in regards to her previous employment history, though there were also good points to the resume. "So you worked for Ta'alkik Alliance, POFK, Reenthroup, and Mac & O' Malley? What did you learn in your time with your previous employers?"

"They cared more for my personal business than they did my professional conduct. I was dealing with many things in my life, and they chose to focus their attention on those issues, rather than just leave me to do my job. I'm a good, honest worker" She lied, "and there is no reason not to trust me on the grounds of my life outside of my job. I will do what you need me to do. I promise to make this worth your while." It took a moment for Fortune to catch how the latter bit of her speech may have been misconstrued, but she crafted a new lie to accompany the previous one as soon as she did.

"The entire company will see the difference in performance. I'll be here to assist and I'm well versed in legal conduct and practice on Icarus." A smile stole her expression as the femme watched her interviewer continue peering over the notes on the screen. "You can count on me! I would appreciate this-"

The interviewer cleared their throat and straightened themselves in their seat, hand waving absently to move the conversation along. "Ms.Vereaux, let me be frank with you. Everything, and I mean everything in this company, is done by Artificial Intelligence programs. While you look awful on paper, we're not hiring you for your capabilities. You're only being added to the roster because we are required to have a certain number of humanoid employees at any given time, and we're short. Hiring you to sit around and act like you're a helpful cog in the machine is cheaper than paying the fines from the conduct board. Do you understand? You will do minimal filing, minimal 'real work', but you are required to be here. You are the equivalent to a living ornament from the hours of 6pm to the hours of 4am."

"So..." Fortune bit her bottom lip and glanced away, contemplative. "You are hiring me? Just as decoration so you won't be fined...?"

"Precisely."

At least she had gotten the job.

"Alright, I accept those conditions." Reaching out her mocha digits, they were met and briefly shaken by the other individual before she rose to her feet. "When do I start?"

"Tonight if you would like. 88th floor reception desk. It's mostly empty, but there are means to keep yourself entertained, if you are quiet about it."

This whole set up seemed rather lax to the Fae, but she was still feeling the pounding in her head from the previous night's excursion, and didn't entirely mind a job that required next to no effort. Maybe she could just nap ten hours, and return to her binge boozing in the early morning. Nothing of her current lifestyle was encroached on from what Fortune could tell. Not yet anyway. "I don't mind starting now. Would you mind showing me the way?"

"Just follow the arrows, Ms. Vereaux."

Nodding, Fortune did just that, noticing a series of arrows bubbling up across the wood of the floor, and followed their set directions without bothering with a goodbye. If she hadn't been flustered beforehand, this definitely ruffled her feathers. Back out into the hallway and into the elevator, she rode it to the floor she was expected on, and exited to find it was empty. Besides a few potted plants and a wrap-around desk enclosure, there was nothing in the long hall. The end of it fed into a set of double doors with a name in foreign characters scrawled across the front, and she gathered that was her employer, but the femme wasn't able to make out what they said. Too many races and too few lingual lessons; Fortune was admittedly not a linguist. The creature only spoke common galactic tongue as well as she did because there had been two solid centuries of practice with it under her belt, and it was expected one knew the common tongue, no matter what it may have been at any given period of time.

Fortune found herself taking a seat at the desk, where a welcome screen popped up to greet her by name. Half smile crept over her lips and she typed in a password for the system when prompted, then proceeded to check her live feed on Twerper, uninterested in navigating the ins and outs of a system she was expected to use. If they really didn't have work for the Fae to be doing, she would regress back to a state of unattainable eye candy that no one had an opportunity to see. After all, with a floor to herself, she didn't expect very many people to show up regularly - though maybe the occasional passersby could appreciate her living ornament status.

They better appreciate it. If there was no one there to at least notice she was there, how could the company justify keeping Fortune on the payroll?

"Fuck." Lids closing, arms crossing on the desk, Fortune laid her head on her folded limbs and released a long sigh. "How did this happen? Am I drunk?"



Back In Black [Closed] - Ghostly - 11-14-2014

<img style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="Zeno" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png]Zeno did not sit by as an idle bystander, a passenger in the car while the universe passed him on by. An oddity this one was, far older than he ever appeared and more insidious than that wicked, unassuming smile could possibly give off at a glance. Under the surface of the skin he wore as a guise lurked a beast that had an eternal hunger unable to be satiated by reasonable methods. Zeno's desire was not complex in its origin. Who did not want? There did not exist a single soul out in the endless expanse of space that had no aspiration, hidden or otherwise. The abomination went beyond the mortal coil; he was a ravenous monster that would devoured all that he encountered standing in his path. Zeno would do the impossible, and that was to cram every last bit of information into his ancient, cruel intellect.

A man from moderate beginnings, no one could have peered into his past to see a boy as human as those around him. Perchance an emperor, holding inside the will to rise up take what was rightfully his. Within one small tribe on Earth over four millennia ago when the Babylonians were dominating the land did an inhuman hand intervene to gift the youth with ability to alter his then doomed fate. Zeno never let insight into his former life fester for even the briefest of moments within another, such impudence at gleaming origins from the man were crushed with extreme prejudice. His past was his own to solely hold, and the future there for him to grasp within those frigid digits of his.

The days were counted meticulously as each second ticked over to the next cycle; it has been a busy four hundred and seven years, forty-seven days, five hours, and fifty-nine...no, six hours now. In this time Zeno had wrested control of the corporation that he'd put a significant portion of his modern life into. A long and calculated take over initiated when he finally managed to corrupt enough branches to follow his lead, and countless pawns wrapped up in his scheming web. There was no singular boss to kill off in order to take his place, but rather a widespread council that decided in tandem, each with their individual chapter under them so to speak. He could not pick them off one by one, lest the rest turn their gaze on Zeno all together in an attempt to wipe out the insurgence. If that had occurred there would be but ashes left to rain down around his bloodied form in the carnage. No, what Zeno performed was an orchestral masterpiece. Funny how in an inquiry to bring light to nagging thoughts that several members had about just how far his desire for power went, that he would show them how right they were.

With everyone in place and the skill to control the fallout, Zeno let them see into the heart of evil where their souls would spend an eternity within the abyss. These men and women were not warriors. Seedy and intelligent politicians would be a fitting deception for the group, unfortunately for them Zeno had been called both and even more so. This had only been the beginning though, a dominant presence merely on Gaia would not adequately serve the man whose intentions extended into the stars beyond. The corporation had no name before, no figure head to call its leader, but Zeno in all of his vanity changed such policy. With his vile tendrils he strengthened already existing connections that were present all across the globe, making it known that it all came back to him as he constricted his hold across the channels that had the capability to see. From there he'd abuse the vast influence gained and a nearly limitless wealth to expand his reach as he traveled from one sentient star system to the next.

More akin to an empire now, it was still but a means to an end. Everything gained through it would be funneled back to Zeno where he feasted like a gluttonous fiend. There was no break in his conquests; in some places he was to revered as a god, others he was a name to cower from like a force of natural destruction. In the past his torment came upon people as an indiscriminate wave. One managed to leave such a searing mark in that twisted mind of his to give purpose to the swathes of chaos he sewed across the universe. Chance Arden, a depraved creation not unlike himself. He sought her out in a way that a moon orbited its planetoid but could never quite reach it. One day however, he'd collide with such a display as to bring ruin to both.

His obsession over Chance was absolute, and he would not take no for an answer.

Their first encounter had be one of serendipity, in an alleyway in an ocean-side city that he'd made his stomping grounds for a fair bit centuries ago. With her back scraping against the rough brick of the wall, and his cock burred inside her slick folds. The presence of the Fae mixed with his own like their fluids in a way he'd not understand until time had passed on by. This lead him to perform acts of the purest evil in order to wrench her attention his way. He'd gone so far as to steal away her kin, her sister Fortune and cannibalize the tanned woman with fire red hair to have Chance peer into his very being. Now he spent his freedom in chasing after her like a loyal dog. Zeno did not want anyone to love him, certainly not buxom blonde; he wanted her unfiltered hatred towards him. What he could ask for most was if she were to never forget the man, every moment the monster came to her thoughts he wanted her to visibly express it. If the two met once more he desired her under his gaze him scowling up at his cocky features and screaming his name as he fucked her senseless. Even insanity couldn't describe Zeno.

"...so when you input this command here, Mr. Ralin..."

Icy blue orbs were brought back to the present and down at the man the words came from as the technician droned on about what Zeno had requested about earlier. Audibly did he give a trio of brief tuts as his sucked in his teeth with the mention of his surname. "Alan was it? You know not to use my name. Now one more time, how do I access the hidden archives I had installed and search for the files I want? I also want to pull them to an external device." His drawl came out as well spoken as someone with his patience possessed, but it was limited in dealing with common rabble like this one. That said Alan was trusted enough to not even have the slightest inkling of curiosity to peek at the said information locked away. Or rather that he knew that if he did there were far worse punishments to be laid down besides death. Zeno was not the most technically savvy individual, perhaps surprisingly so. Having the almost encyclopedic intellect that he did was wonderful, especially when coupled with his deep understanding of fighting style and magical abilities. All that knowledge left him slow to have out mundane subjects not often used to the forefront. It was obvious to the beast that he could simply absorb the poor fool and have the ability to do what needed to be done in an instant. That meant finding a new specialist for this position, and this would leave an even bigger pain in the ass than listening to this drone ramble on in technical jargon.

Eventually, Zeno sent Alan on his way so as to be left alone in the constant hum of server room, air chilled to a comfortable degree to the icy demon to keep the equipment from overheating. Awkwardly and with hesitant pauses did those fingers tap on the glass panel of the terminal to scroll to the archive that the law firm of Graham & Rakhshine had buried away within their systems. The pair of corporate lawyers were pawns like many, these two not even competent in their field. They were excellent figures to lead the dummy company though, well spoken and respectable in appearance. The AI structures programs implemented throughout the entire building could handle even the most complex of cases with ease, and all sensitive documents obtained through the work brought in was well filtered and deposited in the archive Zeno was now picking files out of. Hell, this business practically ran itself, not to mention that it put a decent profit in the bank as well as invaluable information that he'd certainly abuse to curry favors and territory. The light from the screen dimmed as Zeno pulled a small stick from the tall rack of devices before turning to leave the room altogether.

Out of the highly contained and filtered environment, Zeno took a long slow breath as if to refill his person with the filth that air of the company possessed. His breath would hitch in his lungs, audibly his teeth would crack at the sudden pressure put on them. Over the years Zeno trained himself well in how to track down the Fae, they were a delectable meal he did not often have the chance to savor. In a crowd those eyes could tear through the glamor they cloaked themselves in to hide away their supernatural features. The Fae in general carried unique scent as most races did that he could discern when one was nearby. This one however, was one that he'd encountered once prior; a special woman that he shared a bond with that few had survived.

Fortune Vereaux.

Lids closing he inhaled one last time, following her through the ventilation system of the building to the floor where she currently resided on. Then as if instinctively he made his way into the elevator and hit the 88th floor's button which would send him four floors down. The lighting in the box dimmed as his aura flared, elemental chill freezing the gasses in the bulb. It was a short ride, but in that time a thick layer of frost had formed within the small enclosure making the sliding doors struggle to open. Revealed to the long hallway was a fair skinned man standing at just over six feet, with eyes a light blue and sharp as daggers. The creature was dressed in attire which left him far more presentable than he typically came off as, not to mention actually fitting his broad, chiseled form. He wore his normal black slacks along with matching jacket which came coupled with a maroon vest, white dress shirt buttoned all the way up, and a black tie. Before stepping out of the elevator he sent it back on its way to the first floor with a slap of his fingers across the console. Down the hall sat his scarlet topped darling at the secretary desk, all alone save for the devil in the suit who had no qualms about progressing further on.

"Fortune!" Zeno would let loose her name as roar in a manner that was a rarity these days. As with the elevator, the narrow glass tubes lighting the room popped one by one as the area almost immediately dropped down below thirty degrees in a flash freeze. Those pearly whites in that crazed smile of his were left shining by the limited lighting. At least, what little remained unbroken as well as what leaked in from the large window panes which were fogging over with ice slowly but surely. "Have you missed me, have you missed us? Because I sure have."

There was no way to prepare for what his insanity could possibly lead him to next, and Fortune was left increasingly trapped as he got ever closer.

The nightmare was real.



Back In Black [Closed] - Kat - 11-14-2014

[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/gmoqfYX.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Something about this evening was unsettling.

Not necessarily convinced it was the position she found herself in that was the problem, Fortune considered that possibly the location was at fault. Something about sterile white hallways made her uneasy. Maybe having spent much of her earlier years crawling through the graffiti plastered urban jungles of heavy metropolitan areas had brought about a sense of appreciation for color. Arcadia was pure and unfettered by canvas favorites the Fae had grown attached to, and if she could relate her experience at that lone isle desk, it was to that of her time back in the far reaches of the veil. It wasn't where she wanted to be. Away from any obligations pushed her way by the real world, there was a bed with her name on it. Done up in decadent fashion, with 500 count Egyptian cotton sheets and some sleazy vixen who liked hand cuffs and small talk. Fortune didn't kid herself into thinking this was waiting in the near future, or even in a future she could reasonably obtain, but it was one the buxom beauty could picture, and inevitably, cling to. This daydream waited patiently and didn't shy away when the worst case scenario came to pass; one could hope it wasn't too farfetched. She didn't actually have a backup fantasy readily available to replace the current one if it didn't pan out.

She may have napped on the desk. Maybe.

However long the cool surface of her desk had been a pillow, Fortune savored the experience. There was a sort of pine scent to the clear varnish, likely as old as the desk itself, but it wafted like it was new to the Fae. The smell reminded her of times when she would scour the treeline with brighter eyes and a keener motive. Reminded her of place she had once considered home, before the drifting and the falling out. There were places elsewhere that no one she met could relate to visiting, but somehow had opinions on. It was like everyone had a case of social deja vu, and they could recall what was mentioned but had no fucking idea what they were saying. It was the nod and agree treatment. A sure sign you didn't actually have friends. Not that this was anything new to Fortune, but she often caught herself asking them questions about themselves without the act being reciprocated. Sighing, stretching, a collection of slender limbs all seemed to move in unison as the creature removed her features from her workspace.

Had the Fae not found herself resting against the high back of her chair, she may not have seen Zeno exit the elevator. Had Fortune been a more intelligent woman, she would have fled as the flurry of cold rushed her way, crossing her skin to leave goose flesh in it's wake. The winter he brought as a platform made her instinctively stiffen, her hands moving to brush along her exposed flesh while the rest of her person rose protectively. Standing, the cold only fueled the panic that crossed her candid visage. It started as a seed of doubt, disbelief that her greatest nightmare had somehow managed to track her down across the expanse of time and star map pit stops, but soon evolved into genuine horror. Tanned features dropped their composure, aghast in place of the usual glamoured politeness, and it made Zeno's jackal-like sneer all the more horrendous. Heeled steps stumbled over themselves, backing her into the corner, back against the wall while her head simply shook.

This would all go away if she didn't dare believe he was real. Wouldn't it?

"No, no, no. No, you're not fucking here... You can't be here!" Zeno was closing the gap, and the Fae didn't have any inkling as to what this monstrosity was here for. His human face didn't hide the true beast from the fiery femme, nor did it somehow rid her of the emotion scarring he had caused in the past. Many things scared the Fae, including the future and the way she drifted aimlessly through life, to gunshots late at night and how they could be directed at her back - but Zeno was the number one fear she had never outgrown, and the need to escape was so strong that Fortune practically lunged away from her desk to get into the office down the hall. Heels clacking loudly, she didn't stop to knock nor bother to be quiet, belting out her own frightened screams as she was pursued, and practically ripped the handle off the mahogany door to get inside.

Not that a simple wooden barrier would keep Zeno Ralin at bay. Not when he had smelled blood in the water. Not when Fortune was the main course.

"HELP! SOMEONE?! F-Fucking help me!" Fortune scrambled to find things to barricade the portal, but knew it was too late. All she could do was fall onto her hands and knees and wedge herself under the massive oak desk her employer was meant to sit at. There was no one here, and there was no one willing to help otherwise. Without a lifeline to call, Fortune Vereaux was practically offered up on a platter for the psycho in the tailored slacks. Even huddled in a miserable lump, she was bombarded by the cold of his aura, and she could easily say the feeling was what she always thought drowning to be. Fortune didn't dare breath.



Back In Black [Closed] - Ghostly - 11-14-2014

[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png" style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Dreams were a method that most used as a means to allow the body and mind a moment to recover. Inside the fog of that intangible mental scape could be anything from one's wildest fantasies, to most terrifying nightmares. Sometimes one had nothing but nonsensical jargon being left to decipher upon waking. Zeno did not dream, though a better way to explain was that the monster did not sleep. Zeno wasn't like Chance, at least in several ways. Within him did not lie a portal to the abyssal reality, and when those jaws of his split open to reveal a vicious, swirling maw of blade like teeth, anyone with the misfortune to wind up inside would be trapped inside that form of his. Zeno's body was akin to a prison, holding each and every soul he consumed along with their everything that made them who they were in life. He tapped into this collective to make it his own, and it was why the dark gods let him siphon their endless power through his person as well. As long as the abomination roamed the universe he was swallowing up countless souls, and when his time finally ran out in the physical planes he'd be more than a worthy sacrifice to the old ones.

All of those souls had little option other than to bang against their cage insistently. Nothing awful, similar to a gnat buzzing across the surface of one's skin. After a while a count would be lost though, the pests blending into a haze around enough to where one had to be on guard just in case. If left to their own devices and not repressed, brief glimpses slipped through his shell to express a personality that was not his for all to see. Inside him were many vengeful individuals stuck in an eternal limbo by one they held nothing but the utmost contempt for, and Zeno knew that if he allowed it each would attempt to control this accursed form. This kept his mind always active, not to say there were not moments of rest for the creature, but his downtime still had Zeno's thoughts in constant flow, planning for the future, and being tormented by the past.

There was no escape for Fortune Vereaux, that much was certain. The woman would not be allowed to slip away as she had their first encounter. In that ancient castle of his he was so close to having her be a part of this twisted collection. Her sister Chance and whom he assumed to be one under her spell came to the rescue in the nick of time. This only had him lusting more over the pair. The redhead could not compare to the vile blonde, but all the same she held more importance to Zeno than most others. If his sneer of a smile were to grow further, perhaps those lips of his would very well split. They remained impossible stretched as Fortune scrambled away from the secretary desk with good reason. There was no hurry from the man though, because unless she desired to fly through the air there was no escape. If such a foolish notion did occur to the tanned goddess, he'd simply shoot her right out of the sky and watch her plummet to the pavement below. While he didn't want to scoop up a mess of blood and bone into a bucket, he had no complaints about that outcome. Around the desk he'd step reaching that thick wooden door of the main office shortly thereafter.

That aura of his continually ticked down with no end in sight, providing neat side effects to the magical chill all the while. To cause any real damage to an individual normally, a cold air required a wind behind it to give a person's flesh frostbite. With the way his magic worked he could drop temperatures down to such a degree so quickly that many people were frozen from the outside in. Worse was that his ability could be impressed upon whatever he touched at rapid rate compared to the environment around him. A hand pressed to the varnished wood, the metal hinges became so brittle that they snapped under the weight. Entrance wide open the door slamming with a sharp crack into the floorboards in front of him, Zeno stepped in with an eerie whistle as if to mock Fortune's fate.

"Of course I'm here." Saying it as a though it were a matter of fact, black filth poured out from his pant legs to paint the ground he walked a pitch black as he progressed. "I own this company!" Again he'd yell, the volume and distortion in his tone far from how he'd address the typical morsel. Fortune was special, however, and would be treated as such. There was only one hideout for one of the Fae's height, and he was standing at the side of it. Knuckles rapped lightly along with his words, but there was no further movement to try and capture her. What was the point? Fortune was already his. "How awful is your luck to be employed by one of the companies within my dominion?" Taking the hand atop the heavy piece of furniture he pushed it back away from the window to reveal the poor woman cowering underneath it. By now the wide windows of the room were almost entirely plastered in the thick sludge, visible tendrils of a matching shade swimming through it like was water.

Those remarkable orbs of his stared down at his prize, the smile now gone to show the shift in his attitude. There was no need to mock the fearful Fae further; it was time to get down to business. "I learned so much about your kind in the time we've been apart. A silly fledgeling Vereaux was all too eager to please by answering my questions in order to gain favor and status." A few steps and he was standing nearly on top of her, the beast taking a knee to inspect her closer. There was no fear in what Fortune might try and do to him in response; this was no warrior, there was no fire within her. Zeno remembered her being able to take blows like no other, but that was the limit to what he expereinced. Beyond that she was a burnt out husk of emotional trauma.

"Look at me!" He'd bark, still yet to lay a hand on the girl. Of course these things were to come, just not quite yet. "I'd eat you here and now, but you're far more valuable to me alive. You know how it goes." Pausing, he'd pop his arms back somewhat to easily take off his coat and place it on the back of the office chair before taking a seat in it. There was no accurate judge for how cold this room had come to. Hypothermia was likely to set within a couple minutes for the average human, Fortune did not fall into that category though. As he'd roll back his sleeves Zeno beckoned her to come before him with a lone finger, and if she wouldn't comply slick tentacles would rise around her shaking figure to coax her to do so.

"What do you know about contracts?"

There it was, that sneer of a grin, that cocksure, oppressive attitude. Fortune was in for one more night she wouldn't forget.



Back In Black [Closed] - Kat - 11-14-2014

[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/gmoqfYX.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Fortune was in the middle of a storm, with the bitter cold just one more vice clamped around her figurative throat.

Lids had been closed as Zeno strode through the room, and when the desk was ripped away with a show of force, she gasped and covered her mouth, head shaking violently as if it would dispel the demon from the office. Violet hues snapped open, wide and afraid and begging silently for the creature standing over her to just go back to whatever dark reaches of hell from whence it came. His company? Her hands fell away as a plea gurgled from her throat, a low and pained noise that breached the whistling static of his nightmare dreamscape as clear as a rusty bell. "No-" The Fae began, but his words were unstoppable and her options were to remain still through the explanation, with stark horror distorting typically attractive features. Inside her mind screamed, but the sound had been silenced and her lips refused to cooperate any more to reflect the misery that bubbled within.

Obsidian tendrils lapped and danced through the dreary miasma, familiar to the woman but in no way accepted, and she choked out another sob as they approached. When she finally moved, Fortune shoved herself away from the pitch appendages, going so far as to collide hard against the room length window, which rattled noisily in it's frame. The city beneath them was a possible escape, but plummeting through the rearward portal would do nothing but leave her dashed against the citizen soaked sidewalks. A thousand pieces and a long healing process later, he would still have what he sought, though the woman doubted he would be as civil or patient as he seemed in the moment. luminous hues cut through his abyssal prison, seeing the twisting figure as he dripped through the black, his voice cutting her defenses to shreds so the female felt obligated to follow the order.

Observing with a warped set of perse orbs, she saw the face of the devil in a man she barely knew. He smelled of violence, tasted of the foulest filth, with her mind recalling the times his hated hands had forced her down and made her feel worthless. Used. Fortune was met with a visage recognized for it's despicable tendencies and the pressure of meeting those cold blues made the breath in her chest catch as like a frozen sheet of remorse. Whatever sins she had committed in her long life were taken out as flesh, ripped and stolen and consumed by the monster addressing her. The only warmth left were tears down cheeks, captured as ice crystals before they could escape her tanned expression.

Maybe she would have continued to remain at a distance, even with his beckoning gesture, but the sludge of corruption waved dangerously close to her legs, and she recoiled away to his seated person. High beam-like eyes rose to meet him from the floor, and she made out the missing jacket as well as his sleeves rolled up along pale forearms. "I-I..." Her brow furrowed with doubt, a thousand more questions finding their way into the Fae's head, but nothing seemed willing to come out. All she could manage with shaky vocals was a counter inquiry. "Why?" It took less than a split second to realize the folly of such a thing, and her legs scrambled to try and bring her back to her feet. He was barking up the wrong tree if he thought she would ever help him do such a thing. Even in her shattered state, she wasn't entirely oblivious to the intentions of a man obsessed, and the auburn topped femme refused to be a pawn in the games he had queued to play.

"Fuck you!" She spit, woozy and disoriented and entirely too bold, but Fortune didn't seem to care. This wasn't the first time Zeno had taken her power away. Their last encounter had been a far less straight forward ordeal, and though there was no physical altercation to wear her down this evening, he had her cornered and kept in control. what could she possibly do? Besides teeter and rock on her heels in sad attempt to stay standing, the choices were being made for her. "You're still a piece of shit." In light of the situation, it wasn't the most opportune moment to throw out insults, but with her psyche racing like a starved greyhound, a filter couldn't be found. Just jumbled bits and pieces of rationalization to explain and expel his reasoning, all while trying to piece together responses of coherent value.

"Just fucking kill me! Just do it, you worthless fuck! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" In an instant, something within that damaged frame snapped, and the swaying woman launched herself where he sat. To scratch or bite or gouge out what she could reach; to delay the inevitable just a little while longer. When caged, a beast was known to be more aggressive, and Fortune Vereaux had been reduced to less than she deserved time and time again. He wouldn't take her so easily.

Not this time.



Back In Black [Closed] - Ghostly - 11-14-2014

<img style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png]Zeno sat in his seat with a look that could almost be described as remorseful, almost being the key word. Here was Fortune Vereaux, a woman he knew only as much as he'd taken from her in the time he had the woman captive, and since then from brief snippets garnered from the friendly Fae in his employ. How far had she fallen to have taken up a gig which amounted to little more than sitting behind a desk just to be marked as a living employee? Not only that, she came in smelling of wine and pity, drunkenly slurring curses his way as though they were a means to hurt him.

What fleeting pangs of emotion it might have been over one could only guess at, the beast's mind a scape any sane individual never should venture into. It didn't take much goading from the man, not even the slightest provocation in comparison to his past deeds and just like that Fortune exploded as though she were a goddess of fire. Insults spewed from a face scrawled in anger and mixed with fear, the Fae wasted no time to vault over to his position. Nails clawed at his smug visage and fists beat against his chest in a blinded fury that was impressive in it's own right. The momentum from the pounce carried the wheel bottomed chair across the hard wood floor to slam into the now filth covered window. Like when she attempted earlier a reverberating pang echoed through the office, but there came no shattering of glass. The room was corrupted throughout, what light there was to be had came from the flickering fluorescent bulbs from above.

Futility.

This is what described her plight. Sharp edges could gouge into the flesh of his cheeks and she could pound and crack his rib cage, but what did it surmount to when she was all but sitting in his lap? Pain wasn't often felt by the abomination, at least not through physical means. Even as blood as poured down his face he could only beam a new found smile up at Fortune, those icy hues seeming to gaze into her with a strange obsession.

"And so you come to me. How I thought I'd never see you again." It was a more soft spoken tone that came from Zeno, as though spoken to a lover, or a sociopath considering what he had done to her. With her in the rage she attacked with and being so close, he didn't expect much in the way of dodging. Not that there was a whole lot to avoid as he simply wrapped arms that were so close to her as it was. With Fortune in his grasp he'd bury those features into her bosom and hold her in a vice that might have been far too tight.

"I'd never kill you Fortune. There is so much I have planed for the two of us." His voice would radiate through her insides in an invasive manner as though he was penetrating her very existence. She could continue to thrash at his form, try to beat his skull in, or rip his arms away, but there was little point. Fortune entered the lions den without even knowing it, and found herself well trapped in here with the beast. Any portal out was a mess of undulating tendrils that would lash at whatever approached, razor blade teeth from mouths unseen within. Again he'd speak, not letting a moment pass without relishing her form plush against his, chilled fingers playing with the fabric of her white shirt. "You and I are going to make quite the pair." How this had to strike a well trained fear into the red locked beauty. His lips were but a thin layer of fabric away from her supple flesh, and a vicious maw lay behind them.



Back In Black [Closed] - Kat - 11-16-2014

<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/gmoqfYX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Years and years of anguish, of misfortune and strife, of utter despair. Zeno Ralin had done everything in his power to ruin her life, and for no other reason than to lash out at her sister. Fortune wasn't the target of his true obsession, of his twisted affections, but she was the martyr fated to suffer - and oh, how she suffered. Every reoccurring nightmare and every triggered memory brought upon bouts of depression no one had the energy to tolerate, so her life began again every few years, when acquaintances had scattered, forcing her to make new ones to fill the void. Here, with her fists bashing those smug features of his, she wanted to end it. Every blow was a testament to her bitterness, old wounds reopening to strike with their pain at the face of her personal demon. If there was anything one could mistake for a God, they would earn every moment of her devotion and every fleck of love she could muster if they smited him where he rested.

He was gloating even through the barrage of fists.

Her attacks slowed after a few moments, weaker and more shaky, because he wasn't at all phased by her attempts. If anything, his amusement seemed to blossom into embrace, and his arms wrapped around her middle where she sat on his lap. He hid his face in the swell of her breasts, almost mistakenly affectionate with how he nuzzled and breathed his message. It was a mistake to have gotten this close, his grip increasing around her abdomen, but she didn't have a way to pull away. He was more powerful and more cruel than Fortune was capable of handling alone. Dizzied, the Fae ceased her thrashing and slowly slumped against the monster, hands hanging bloodied at her sides.

"I hate you."

It was as simple as that. In all the years the two had been at odds, no one else compared to him. They didn't strike her worth that level of emotion, just speed bumps that knocked her down and scuffed her knees, but Zeno had done more than shamed her. He had stolen something she couldn't replace. It was a sense of self, the very soul of her personality, and it waned each time his filthy maw came to mind. The light in the center of her aura flickered like a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at the slightest breeze; hers was a fading existence. Maybe that was why her clan didn't bother trying to mend her wounds and spiffy her back to perfect health. There was nothing to fix or replace, just a gaping hole in her psyche that begged for a quick and painless end.

His hands moved against her skirt and she recoiled as best she could, but there was nowhere to go when she was held in a vice grip on his thighs. The tears on her lashes chilled and froze, reminding her of the unbearable cold he had brought upon the office, though in addition to the darkness. Her glowing violets were afraid to see what was lurking in the dark, off beyond where the blinking halogen above could reach. Zeno carried in him the same plague Chance did, and of all things wicked and malignant, theirs was the most frightening.

"Stop saying that... Stop saying we're a pair. We're not a pair. We're not even two sides of the same coin. You're just some freak who gets his rocks off to hurting me..." Whether he was looking to argue or not didn't matter. He wasn't about to change their little game and somehow convince Fortune his intentions were purer than they had been previously. "Why don't you just kill me? Don't I deserve that small amount of mercy?"



Back In Black [Closed] - Ghostly - 11-25-2014

<img style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png]I hate you

This was expected, and there would be a mouthed, but silent recognition against her form. Zeno couldn't ask for anything more. A monster like him thrived off of the misery of others, strong emotions sated his thirst and fueled his rampage through the lives of innocents. If he could help it he'd have everyone he encounters either worship him as a god, or fear him as a demon. The latter being a more reasonable assumption when taking even the quickest of glances at a display of his horrendous abilities.

Fortune was correct in believing not a single shred of Zeno's intentions towards her were pure. As he'd made well known the poor Fae was an unfortunate pawn in the one sided game that Zeno played with her sister. That said, one never could truly grasp the deeper meaning behind the actions of an insane as monstrosity like himself. Tonight he could be terrorizing every corner of her mind, and in the morning be treating her as the most loved princess across all of the stars. This had gone beyond a simple torture of the redhead as a one-off malicious act to garner the attention of the one he desires fully. Fortune Vereaux was now entwined with his obsession of both Chance and the race of Fae in general. While it could never compare to his original lust for the buxom blonde, by no means should it be thought of as any less severe.

Arms now slack at her sides Fortune had finally given up the brief inferno that had been the last bastion of her resistance, at least of the physical variety. In this Zeno wasted no time letting the stranglehold he held around her midsection lax. He merely wanted her to cease her struggle. There was no intent to harm her, at least not yet. Like a switch was flipped he went about straitening out her attire that had been put of of place in her prior effort; taking good care of his prize was of the utmost importance in that twisted sense of victory he held over her. "Oh, Fortune." Such a soft spoken tone that one might use only for their lover did not befit the beast, but here it was as Zeno in the same breath settled his hands on her soft thighs that he'd be spreading later that evening. "I am not a merciful creature, nor some lower deity one can bargain with to gain favor." Expecting her to follow his lead he'd have her get into a proper sitting position in his lap with her legs hanging off to the side.

Those digits one would expect to be stained with blood cupped the broken down woman's chin in order to have her gaze into those eyes as cold as the tundra itself, pupils black like the void of the abyss. "Eventually you will be granted a respite from a life undoubtedly filled with hardships. Perhaps I will be the one to fulfill that wish of yours, but that day is not now." While he said all of this in a deathly serious manner that corrupted cock of his would be pressing against her rear, throbbing through the fabric of his slacks; a natural physiological reaction that the mage had towards a race that was unequivocally beautiful and smelled so damn good to him. "Right now though, I want you to understand that I will have you promise yourself to me." It went unspoken that there was no compromise to this—if Zeno wished it, it would be his. Fortune would either speak the binding words herself, or she'd be forced to by means more horrific than she'd experienced prior with him.

With his thumb those streaks of salted frost down her cheeks were brushed away. The two were surrounded in Zeno's connection to a plane of existence far worse than the one they existed in. What had been a violent snapping of faceless obtenebration within an endless expanse covering the walls and floor had died down to an almost rhythmic undulation like the waves of an ocean as if in kind to their master's state of emotional expressions.

By no means was he a peaceful being, but better for Fortune sake and sanity was this lull in what would otherwise be a savage tempest of cruelty.



Back In Black [Closed] - Kat - 12-15-2014

<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/gmoqfYX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Fortune was sobbing, but it wasn't so much sorrow as quaking of her straddling thighs in anger. While being angry didn't do any good usually, it was enough to keep the fear at bay, suppressing what clawed at her insides like a caged beast trying to break free. Instinctively, she wanted to run - to press her luck with being caught, if only to chance being able to escape this dark, horrible place. It was the reality of his wrath that kept the Fae pinned, almost impulsively clinging to his body with the hug of her curves even as her arms refused to leave her sides. Palms didn't search his body, fingers didn't trace the curve of his musculature, and eyes seemed impossibly distant when they took in his features against her breasts. Blood smeared messily against the fabric of her dress, drying in the chilled air so not only Zeno would be stained in her fury.

Managing not to flinch when his hands moved to fix her attire, the Fae ran through the gamut of options still available to her. For once in her long existence, she couldn't simply make the problems go away, as Chance was nowhere within her contact to stop the monstrosity from taking what he wanted. Even the clan was light years away, and relaying a message from this distance meant doing so the old fashioned way, rather than through the blood. Blessings were counted that she hadn't been struck yet, and it didn't cross her mind that he was gentler than she remembered, though that was of as little significance as any creature of minor intelligence could ascertain this was a ruse. Breath captured in her chest like a valuable commodity, Fortune listened as she was spoken to, but the words had a hard time registering. At first, it seemed he was mistaken in what he asked, but the more in lingered in the space between their seated joining, the clearer it became.

"No." Firmly, the Fae disagreed with the plans. "No. If you want to hurt me, do so. You will never have me." Violet lenses finally swirled back to the beast below and matched her glowering visage. "So fucking impress me with your cruelty, or get fucked."

An erection in her rear made the weight of her words difficult, as it seemed to compromise the severity of the defiance. Realistically, there wasn't a whole lot Fortune Vereaux was going to be able to deny Zeno, aside from anything contractual, so depriving him of those matters was her only solace. She hadn't given him free reign in her life; he still had to take it. That meant, above the horrors of this setting the two were on display in, there was hope. Slowly, her face lessened it's disgust to represent a gloating smirk towards her captor. "And you will never have her. Even now, you had to settle for me..." The Fae laughed and the feeling radiated through her mauve lit hues, filtered as the last light left in the office. "You're not even a good villain! You're a sub par, second rate tentacle fuck! You've been shown up again!"

Fortune kept laughing in a cackle, all throaty and saturated with her disappointment, the judgement made even more apparent by the insulting words. "So what? What fucking now? You think you can come back into my life after hundreds of years to show me just how bad you can be? How fucking malicious you can be?" Head shaking, the cascade of previously upright locks tumbled in a sheen of fiery red. "Fucking pathetic. All your money and all your power... And you're still pathetic. Still miserable. Still a sad excuse, a substitute to true evil." Her portrait moved close to his for the last part, her mouth never ceasing to show pleasure in his persona being bashed, as he was losing the illusion every minute he remained beneath her.

"Right now, she's fucking some nobody no one will remember after she finishes with them... She's fucking a meal- And that's still better than bothering with you." Fortune Vereaux had so little left, she didn't bother filtering any of the contempt she felt. If he wanted her dead, it only proved her point once over. "Fuck you, Zeno. You'll get what's coming to you, but it isn't Chance."



Back In Black [Closed] - Ghostly - 12-18-2014

[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png" style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Zeno let Fortune finish her tirade, a calm demeanor frozen on his features as though he were the arctic tundra himself. In reality though, there was no one colder than him, no one more deserving of such a title. Any warmth Zeno showed was a lie through razor sharp teeth an a silver tongue. There was no love left in him, only obsession over what he could never have. Fortune wasn't second best, in her own regard she was a first class catch, but she could not compare to Chance. There still was a purpose to her captivity though, and he'd bend her to his will one way or the other.

Fortune could tout her boasts and spit poison in his face, but Zeno Ralin knew what she feared, and it was the the lap of the beast she sat in shaking.

Clearly she had forgotten her manners in their time apart. This needed correcting.

There were no words, only the choking grip of frigid digits wrapped suddenly around her slender throat while his palm pressed tightly to her airway. As he'd rise so too would Fortune, held away with his arm extended. The plush office chair would crack and crumble to the floor as if his presence was all that held it together, then find itself devoured by the filth covered surface. Nothing she had to say to the man needed a verbal response, surprising considering just how much Zeno loved to hear himself speak. Instead he'd turn towards what would be the wide window showing off the skyline of the lunar colony. Possessing a strength fitting of a monster like him, he wound back the redhead briefly before slamming her like a rag doll into the pitch black frame with enough force to break the layer of frost that had begun to settle in the room. The obtenebration went to work slithering over her wrists and ankles to hold her in place, sinking her body deeper than the glass should have allowed.

How much time had passed, minutes? Zeno had not been paying attention, but he did lessen the vice on her neck only slightly, still not a single sound uttered to the poor girl. In fact the tendrils near her head were making more of a racket than anything else, snapping and looking to sink into her supple skin.

"Shh." A glance and a strange coo to bring slick, midnight tentacles with gnashing fangs back into submission, Zeno returned that piercing gaze onto Fortune. His free hand tore away at her clothes, fabric flayed indiscriminately into indescribable strands and eaten up by the darkness as they fell out of sight. Then she was bare to him and only him, as it should have been from the start as though she were greeting her master's return from a long trip.

He thought about cutting her tongue out, as the same notion occurred to him in the past at times, but it occurred to him like before that she sucked him off far better with than she could without. Still, he'd love to see her try to give him any lip without the ability to do little more than gargle nonsense. No, he had the whole of creation to have her submit, each were nigh immortal beings without an easy end coming their way. Her release had been a mistake, a lack of judgement on his part of Chance's dedication to the matter. Not this time, Fortune would be a pawn in his game, a willing one at that; he just had to break her all over again.

"Anyone else I'd have killed before they'd have the chance to finish saying half of what you did." A grim laugh from a monstrosity as twisted and perverted as they came. His hand left her as tendrils took their place around her neck, only so he could give one of her nipples a harsh tweak while he berated her some more. "I'll have Chance one day, you'll see to that." Nails sharpening within moments they'd sink an inch into the flesh of her stomach just above the navel, and when removed he'd take care to lick clean the blood that clung to them after. "Thank you by the way, for wandering my way once more." All by happenstance this meeting had occurred, in an unlucky streak that mocked her very name. "I'd have been wasting valuable hours with petty schemes to garner her attention. With you though, I have so many options."

Zeno closed in on her, nostrils flared as he breathed in deep while his lips kissed her pulsating jugular. "Fortune, I have so missed how you taste. Nothing compares to a Fae in terms a flavor, beyond that you and your sister are prime samples among them." The breath from his mouth was perhaps chilled less so than his words, but still a reminder of the dark deeds he'd performed on her pristine figure.

Pulling back he gripped her jaw with an open palm staring into those glowing oculars with vicious intent seething from his own hues bright with power. "I will fuck you, I will eat you, but I will not kill you. That is my punishment for you, I will make sure you live through everything I am going to do, all that I will have you carry out."

Unzipping the fly of his trousers, Zeno slipped out his sizable length that he'd forced Fortune to fit her tight cunt around prior. "Let it all out, Fortune. I love when you get feisty with me, it makes me want to fill you up all the more." With both hands, he'd grab at her hips and pull her ass away from the wall of filth, leaving her wrists bound to the darkness. The blood from the earlier wound had poured down to her lower lips, and this is what the man would use as a lubricant to sink each inch without care into her depths. Zeno would violate Fortune anew, dragging her down to the abyssal depths with him with each thrust. He was vile in his actions, whether or not she was wet for him mattered about as much as if he were hurting her.



Back In Black [Closed] - Kat - 01-15-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/gmoqfYX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Bravery seemed to slip away as fingers cradled her neck in a rough vice, and as the hold choked the air from her lips, so was she silenced. Fortune's eyes widened in shock and in horror, but in a more noticeable fashion, in confusion. Interactions like a seesaw, they went back and forth freely, each escalating until violence had been the only answer left between their pair. The Fae wanted him dead, but couldn't for the life of her figure out a way to accomplish such a feat. Having been unable to kill Chance the times she tried, Zeno was neigh impossible as well. She needn't really try to know for sure, having just used every ounce of her available energy to harm him, only to be met with his smiling features bloodied, but still intact. Woe was Fortune Vereaux, who now felt herself lifted more than she saw the action, lids closed to the darkness for fear of what might reside beyond where they had been.

It wasn't until she was flung into the miasma soaked glass that she gasped, cringing as waves of pain radiated through her abdomen and back like the ripples of a once still pool of water. He sent chills to her core when he threatened her because at the heart of all their banter and bickering, he was the one most likely to live up to his end of threats. Hers were air, were smoke, easily waved away when the time came to act - but Zeno? Oh, he was the soulless beast capable of things very few could pull off. He frightened Fortune and for good reason. It crossed her mind to curse his existence again, but the bindings formed and the oozing filth of the void chased away the rebellion from the fabric of her being. Maybe she could have kept her mouth shut and been in a better scenario, but there was no way to take back her mistakes. Not this late in the game.

All Fortune did was spit blood at his shoes when he followed in her wake. Zeno retorted by stripping her bare of her clothing. The dress was shredded and her undergarments followed suit, roughly torn away so she was nothing more than flesh stapled to the translucent wall of his abyssal energy. Even thrashing didn't stop him from touching her, hurting her as it were, nails embedding themselves into her abdomen to earn a guttural howl of agony from the ancient female. The tears were back in full force, fighting the cold as a pained torrent of warm saline streaked along tanned cheeks, staining them with frosted glaze. She met his icy orbs with her own and continued to try and seek answers, but it was as obvious as his monologue, and just as depressing.

Fae tasted good and Zeno had nothing better in his roster of prey to hunt than the Fae of Arcadia. One in particular, but until she was caught, Fortune was the victim to his gluttony.

"P-please-" Wounds and wheezing, Fortune tried to shake her head and earn some semblance of mercy from her captor. "Zeno-" But in usual fashion, he wasted no time after his array of snark to act on his threats. It was the jerk of her legs being lifted that stole a series of screams from the Fae.

"NO ZENO! NO!"

Again, too late.

Again, as he had once long ago done to her, Zeno violated that blood slick womanhood like the demon he was, even while she sobbed at the mere thought of his penetration. It wasn't even pain of his thickness forcing her wide open that brought out the sobs, but the idea such a monstrosity could get away with this sort of defilement. No one could hear her yelps or her whines as he rutted with her like an animal. No one was going to don their cape and fly in to save the day. As often was mentioned in times like these, life was cruel, and Zeno Ralin was proof that such cruelty had a name and a face. Her musculature tried to drive him out, but it couldn't push away that wicked cock no matter how it tried, and he held her hips firm while her upper body was restrained.

"Monster!" Fortune choked out through gritted teeth, suppressing the urge to growl and hiss as means to express her anger. It sat within her chest like a hot coal, threatening to burn it's way out of her body as he forced himself into her. Over and over he moved, and she couldn't help closing her eyes to it so not to see his satisfaction. Neither needed to admit that he won. Fortune felt the bitter defeat with every strike of his hips into hers, and every pump of his member between her tight, straining walls.





Back In Black [Closed] - Ghostly - 02-18-2015

<img style="Zeno" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"Yes Fortune! Yes!" Though his voice didn't quite raise to the frightened decibel shriek that his victim had, it still rang with enough force behind it to mock her pleas all while every inch of his length rammed through her blood slick walls like a piston. Zeno didn't care for her well being, she was right in thinking that the man saw her nothing more than a tool, but one couldn't blame the beast for such thoughts. He sought the highest of prizes, an end goal with impossible requirements to achieve. Still, that wouldn't deter him, if anything it but doubled the ferocity of his lust. A pawn like Fortune had far more use to him alive rather than dead though, so it was certainly not on the menu for her to depart this waking world anytime soon. Especially when she felt so damn heavenly around his cock.

Chilled digits slid slowly around the curves of her hips to dig into the full bodied woman's taut rear, those glacial orbs peering down at the woman as he turned his rutting thrusts into her into a more basic grind of their sexes against each other. The redhead could say what she wanted about rejecting the monster, but her cunt fit his dick like a glove made just for him; perhaps even better than Chance did as he hilted her against his groin. "I don't make the same mistake twice." Leaning in he'd stain the Fae's cheeks with his saliva as he licked away saline tears all while she continued sobbing. Resting his cheek alongside hers, his next words were but a frozen whisper across her ears. "I'll take my dear sweet time breaking you in this go around." This was no threat, but a statement of the horrors that were to come.


Pulling away, his filthy tendrils replaced his presence, slithering all over her ample breasts before sinking several sets of shallow fangs into the sensitive flesh as though they hadn't eaten in ages. From their union a pool of black oozed out, coating her womanhood in what could assuredly be more of his corruption. Every new region it touched would be privy to a light buzz as though each molecule of the mess was contained a mild jolt of energy, and it spread quickly as to envelop the little bundle of nerves closest by.

He resumed pounding the poor woman, sending ripples through the abyss coated structure behind the girl as he neared his climax. "Who knows how long it will take for you to crumble before me; years, decades, centuries even. You will be mine though, Fortune Vereaux." The head of his cock striking the entrance to her womb with one last push forward Zeno filled his unwilling captive with a torrent of his thick seed. There was nothing from his figured that faltered, even as rod bounced inside her with each release he carried on. "You'll be on your hands and knees begging for me to simply turn my gaze your way." Fortune and Zeno were a pair that were opposites of the spectrum in nearly all matters, but this is why he was drawn so strongly to her to begin with. Moments passed before he pulled out of her battered nether lips, semen quick to follow suit as if to prove his virility further.

Fortune remained constrained, and the invading substance that was assaulting her clit still did so, more so as it covered her further to encompass the woman's entire lower abdomen. The abomination that was Zeno on the other hand merely stuffed himself back into his slacks and broke out a cigarette to light between those cocksure lips. "I'm getting ahead of myself though, the question remains, where do we go from here?" Looking over his bounty, the icy demon snapped his fingers and the corruption around the room began to recede back into his form, not to say Fortune was free as she still had her own prison embedded into the window. "You are going to fight me every step of the way, I do not doubt that." In between her bosom did the slick filth climb, up her throat and resting around her mouth. "How about you continue with the job you were given? You are in my corner of the universe now, and I am not some lone monster hiding away in some mountainside castle. My eyes will be on you always now." There'd be not a moment given for her to rebuttal as he gave the opposite side of the coin. "That or I can stuff myself into you in a different sense and I'll always be with you." Zeno did tend to make himself laugh at his own jokes, not that he had any misgivings that they were indeed as funny as he reacted. "Personally, I prefer if you picked the far worse outcome for yourself, but you know me." As always, Zeno talked up a storm regardless of whether or not the opposing party could or would respond in an according fashion, but Fortune was not like the rest, so who knows what might occur.