Blood of Kings, Brandon, CharlotteCarrendar, creative writing., demons, ElilesMuiLuminarde, fantasy, Humor, Joffrey, lion, Minerva, Mirari, Prince Joffery, Prince Joffrey, role play., SoraCarrendar, story, supernatural
Cooing softly, Minerva nodded to her young daughter, when asked if she would promise that the bad lady would burn in a fire so she never had to see the face of evil again. In the back of her mind, the wheels were turning. Rose was still in the dungeons, having been left to rot by the King in the days of the great war. She was now determined more than ever to make the promise…a reality. Minerva held her daughter to her, swinging from side to side in a rhythm that would be comforting, as she watched her husband closely. What were his thoughts on his last Queen? No doubt he would want to see her ended as well, and put a finish to that sad and sorry tale.
Minerva was so busy in her thoughts on Rose, that she didn’t see the ball of lightning that her daughter had charged and was playing with her fingers. Giggling at her new found toy, she released it with force, and it blew a mighty sized hole in the wall. That..was a first. Minerva was shocked by this, and stammered.
“Did…did you do that, baby girl?” So surprised that her powers were so strong at such a young age. She knew the chances were that she would inherit her mother’s powers, but was this a mix of the King and her own? The King’s reaction was one of shock, and he muttered to himself, though she heard.
“I’ll need to have the mason’s fix that…”
“I can’t believe she did that. I am so proud of you, Shiyra.” The witch Queen said, praising her daughter, but at the same time looking concerned. What did the future hold for her daughter, if she could blow away stone with her hands?
Nerothst was a long sleek black cat about the size of a medium sized dog, on the larger scale. Upon his back stretched skeltotal black bat wings the skin torn and only barely useful to fly with. He reeked of death on his fur and at one time it had been covered in patches left by infectious wounds and infestation of the parasitic type bugs. However, sense Nerothst had delved ever deeper into the layers of hell to sit at the left side of a certain devil, his appearance had sense become more pleasing and tempting to those that cross his path. All accept that smell of death.
He chuckled again walking along the wall, his movement through the shadows would go unnoticed by guards and servant alike, but the chill of his aura passing them would wreck there body with convulsions of terror of dread, the faint of heart, would easily collapse like, example the sweet mead maid who would have brought Joffery his wine.
The demon cat, son of a great creature that fell from grace taking her children with him without choice in the matter, laid itself lazily across the top of the throne dangling one paw over the edge while swinging his tail over his head, closer look would show the tail covered in millions of little sharp barbs instead of fur. He had witnessed the little show from the little terror of a princess.
A wicked smiled crossed the cats like a chestier cat. “you would let such a whelp treat the great prince like that,” the hell demon spoke, “you are many years her elder, should you not teach the brat a lesson,” he spoke with a seductive purr.
Whether the prince listen to the cats words or not he continued to smile, letting his aura go unchecked, but only as far as the prince. If he could feel his aura at all filled with wine as he was, it was of a true darkness, true evil, a creature you should not let get beneath your skin-
Crumpled up on the floor, with smoke still wafting from his pants after the lightning attack by his half sister, he grumbled and rose to standing, patting his burnt nads carefully, and then wincing over his sizzled nipples. It wasn’t the nicest thing to have your cods zapped…twice by a child of only three, but he hadn’t reverted back to the true evil Joffrey. No, not yet. All he was was a drunken mess, that secretly pined for his daughter and wife Selene. All that had past had meant that the future looked grim. So, day and night he made love to his chalice of wine. Remaining for the most part in a drunken stupor.
He staggered about, seeing that he was left with only a handful of servants that were awake, and two guards that had been trying to stop their laughter at the pathetic Prince.
“Right…breakfast. I shall have.. more wine.” He raised a hand lazily, then looked about for someone to serve him, but all were dozing.
“Chop chop!..Wakey wakey. Awe come on….this isn’t funny. I got kids terrorizing me, and staff that would rather take forty winks than get my bleeding wine. Fuck my life!” he roared at the end, clearly unamused by it all. But while he was having his rant, a strange cat like creature had found itself a new perch atop the royal throne, and spoke with a voice that was seductively chilling.
“you would let such a whelp treat the great prince like that,”
The Prince spun around, nearly falling over and then sniffed as he didn’t like hearing what the cat had to say.
“How was I to know that the runt could sneak in at dawn? Surely her parents should keep her under lock and key. Not my fault she has bad parents.” Naturally he was passing the blame, not wanting to take responsibility for his lack of handling the child.
“you are many years her elder, should you not teach the brat a lesson,”
“Who are you? Mary fucking Poppins? As I said…SHE AIN’T MY PROBLEM!” He roared, only to wince as his balls twitched and the burning sensation flared up again. He stared down the cat and said with a snarl.
“What are you doing on MY THRONE, anyways?”
Shiyra sniffled slightly as she listened to her mother’s words before nodding slowly. “Me’s did dat Momma….did i do wong???” The young child was clearly afraid of a reprisal from her parents before tilting her head and listening to her mother continue to speak. “Pwoud? I did goods?” Then with a childish giggle the young demoness would turn her gaze to the window down the hall and the skies on the outside world. As Shiyra stared at the outside world intently as the sky began to grow over cast briefly before resuming its normal sunny day. Though the young witch-demon had yet to master her powers she was showing great promise within her. All the while Brandon was standing there speechless and motionless that his daughter held such greatness within her small frame. With a soft chuckle Brandon would reply to his daughter’s earlier question. “No sweets you did no wrong. Your just being who you truly are and merely gave your mother and father a slight scare.” Then Shiyra would look to her dad before bluntly asking with an innocent smile upon her cute little face. “Daddy what is that worm thingy between your legs and how come it gets all big and Momma screams when you use it on her?” Of course this would cause Brandon to blanch before he fell silent and looked to his beloved wife in a silent plea for help as he didn’t want to traumatize her for life. As the demon King was silent he would blink rapidly trying to come up with a way to dig himself out of this hole his daughter had put him in. “You see sweety when momma and daddy love each other very much he takes his worm and allows it to return to its home and mommy screams because she loves it so very much when daddy’s worm returns home. If you want to know more i’ll explain it more in depth when your older sweets.” Then with a pout Shiyra would pout petulantly before squirming in her mother’s embrace wanting to be put down as she called out into the shadows. “Owion???” As a majestic feline walked from the shadows with sun kissed golden fur and forest green eyes while a series of lightning like marking covered his entire body. Orion then looked to both Minerva and Brandon with a soft purr of acknowledgement before curling up in plain sight as Shiyra clamored to escape her mother’s arms and race to her guardian Orion. All the while Brandon’s face had gone white as a sheet upon seeing the Gravidian lion come walking out of the shadows already drawing in a breath to call for the guards. As Shiyra giggled happily she would thrash about even more wanting to be put down so she could rejoin her guardian Orion. Orion since curling up on the ground watched his charge with an amused expression or what amounted to be one since he was a massive feline like creature.
“oh, I’m only keeping the seat warm for you Prince Joffery, I wouldn’t dream of taking such a glorious position from you,” he crooned rolling onto his back and showing the man his soft underbelly. That same underbelly had one long line run down its middle from head to tail. It seemed unnatural, like it was meant to be able to split open and swallow up someone if the creature choose to.
Nerothst stretched then rolled back over and licked his jaws and jumped down in front of Joffery bowing it’s front half of his body, “think me your guide sweet boy, I’ll awaken things inside you that you only ever dreamed about, but first…you should not nurse the wine so much, you’ll lose that lovely figure,”
Continuing he grinned wider ever still and approached closer to Joffery and made attempt to rub against his leg, which he should have come up to his knee. “I am Nerothst…for now you shall only know my name, but I’m always a breath away,” he continued behind him and lay down at his feet in front of the throne, seeming content to stay there as if he had chosen Joffery as his master. –
“Me’s did dat Momma….did i do wong???” Minerva’s small child asked with her pronounced lisp. The child of course did not understand her own powers, thinking more of it as a toy, than a gift. Naturally, Minerva rubbed her back and smiled down at her, assuring her that she did nothing wrong at all, and she was indeed proud of her most talented young daughter.
The King’s expression however was one of wonder and surprise. He had doted on the young girl since she came from her Mother’s womb, the child he had craved to have since as long as he could remember. Sure, she was a handful at times, but he loved her wholeheartedly and had high hopes for her future. Brandon finally found his voice, after being silent for a short time, and he said to her.
“No sweets you did no wrong. Your just being who you truly are and merely gave your mother and father a slight scare.” That was true, she did give them a scare, though it turned out to be a pleasant one. But what the young child said next, had both parent’s jaws fall open, as she asked the Mother of all childhood questions.
“Daddy what is that worm thingy between your legs and how come it gets all big and Momma screams when you use it on her?”
~Worm?~ Minerva thought. That wasn’t a very good creature to compare her King’s appendage too. Minerva’s bottom lip curled under her top row of teeth, as she struggled to hold back a nervous laugh, at the situation the child had now put her parents into; explaining their sex life. Was it really necessary at such a young age? Brandon however, grabbed the bull by the horns, and fought to come up with a reasonable and logical answer.
“You see sweety when momma and daddy love each other very much he takes his worm and allows it to return to its home and mommy screams because she loves it so very much when daddy’s worm returns home. If you want to know more i’ll explain it more in depth when your older sweets.”
Oh the look on Minerva’s face, each time he said the word worm. She cocked her head slightly, and you could see a merry twinkle in her eyes as he got out this most wonderful tale of making love…with worms. The last part, about him explaining more when she was older, had her breath a sigh of relief. It was not a subject she had wanted to tackle, especially today of all days. But when she thought she might interject, and ask if they could go and have breakfast, there was someone else roaming the halls of Castle Black fog. A majestic feline, with golden fur and bright green eyes, that had appeared openly, and Shiyra seemed to already know who it was. She squirmed and squealed for the cat, known as Orion. Odd name, considering that an angel named Orion had lost his head in these very halls before the Great war. As the child ran from her mother’s arms, to that of the big cat, Minerva turned to her husband and whispered.
“Is that…a Gravidian lion?” asking a question she knew well the answer too. Thing was, what was it doing in Black fog, and how did Shiyra come to know its name?
The crooning voice of Nerothst, was like that of a lounge singer in Vegas, if you could imagine it. Wide smile with all those teeth, its head perched in such a way, it was looking towards Joffrey in a manner that was…well…lazy. It lounged upon the throne, as though it was its new favoured chair, and clearly content with itself.
“oh, I’m only keeping the seat warm for you Prince Joffery, I wouldn’t dream of taking such a glorious position from you,”
Prince Joffrey seemed to find his wits, and laughed nervously. A slight tic to his head as he replied to the lounging cat.
“Aha..ha. Ha. That seat has been kept warm by many a whore..including my own mother when the King was not looking. Oh yes..her and her…knight of the hour.” Joffrey said, slurring his words, and trying to act regal, while failing miserably. “As for glorious positions, I hear that in the east..they have written BOOKS…with many *burps*…positions, far more enticing than the one of being King.” Prince Joffrey warbled on, and used his hands to enhance the point he was trying to make. He then blinked and suddenly struck on a realization.
“Okay…now I know I have had too much wine.” Staggering towards the throne, he pointed three times at the large feline, and said quite firmly. “Cats…don’t..talk. Least, not the ones I have had. Kinda meow and…hiss a lot.”
The cat didn’t seem to mind Joffrey’s carry on, and continued to try and…woo the Prince. It leapt off the throne, and padded across the floor, stopping to make a kind of bow, before the Prince.
“think me your guide sweet boy, I’ll awaken things inside you that you only ever dreamed about, but first…you should not nurse the wine so much, you’ll lose that lovely figure,”
“Oi..now..now you are just being…kinky you are. Awakening things inside me? Look, been down that road with that rotten snake that possessed me, so..no more of that, thank you very much.” It was true that Joffrey still had issues after the snake demon possessed him, and it haunted him to this day. But one thing that the cat said, that struck a cord, was about how he should cut back on the wine….or lose his lovely figure.
Standing side on, he brushed his hand down his stomach and then started to wonder.
“You really think its lovely? Not had anyone say that to me, not even my wife.” The part about giving up the wine, seemed to fly right over his head. The Prince started to soften, and then he showed a bit of a pout.
“There is a reason for the drink you know. Helps me…forget. Makes me numb..from my toes to my head. If I can’t feel then…it doesn’t hurt.” He meant about the loss he had, with no longer having his family at his side. The cat must have sensed it made a chink in Joffrey’s emotional armour and came up to him, rubbing his body against his leg, showing affection.
“I am Nerothst…for now you shall only know my name, but I’m always a breath away,”
“Nerothst? Odd, but I like it. Prince Joffrey Brax…at your service.”
“Aha..ha. Ha. That seat has been kept warm by many a whore..including my own mother when the King was not looking. Oh yes..her and her…knight of the hour.”He slurred, Nerothst forced a wider smile and listened continuing to weave his body back and forth between his legs.
“As for glorious positions, I hear that in the east..they have written BOOKS…with many *burps*…positions, far more enticing than the one of being King.” he finished.
“haha…Prince Joffery you flattery me you do, but I’m not such a low whore to covet the position of the throne when I myself already am in a position they will never be able to obtain…” the cat slurred with a purr finding pleasure in that thought but he didn’t look ready to explain it.
Joffery continued his mutters and even said the magic words, this time Nerothst smile was true and it curled almost into a perfect crescent moon shape. “Cats…don’t..talk. Least, not the ones I have had. Kinda meow and…hiss a lot.”
“mmmm then let me make it easier for you to talk my prince….” The cat hissed out and the cat’s feline body started to melt away in a spray of black mist.
The black shape of it reformed into a man, not very tall and in the least was not at all muscled or bulky. The man that emerged from the mist was clearly male but the shape of his body could pass as female, from the small tapered waist to the narrow slender hips and shapely legs. Shirtless, His chest was flat and stomach falter with only a hint of muscle underneath. He had black hair long and silky that fell to his ass in gentle waves swirling in exaggerated motion anytime he moved. He was dressed in a hip hugging cloth like skirt that was slit all the way to the belt. Around his neck he wore a heavy black colored collar that expanded around his neck till it stopped just over his pecks. He looked like he had stepped out of ancient Egypt to be exact. There was a long black line that started at the bottom of his lips and continued down his neck, chest, stomach, then disappeared beneath the cloth to a secret place. On top his head was donned cute little feline ears that twitched with alertness, a black barbed tail swung at his back in, stirring the cloth covering his back end only slightly, the skeleton bat wings had not gone away and instead arched over his form. As for his face, he was very lovely, for a male, it was the sort of face that you couldn’t judge if they were male or female without looking at the rest of the person’s body.
“Oi..now..now you are just being…kinky you are. Awakening things inside me? Look, been down that road with that rotten snake that possessed me, so..no more of that, thank you very much.” Joferry said but he looked like he was thinking about the rest of what he said, about his figure as his hand passed over his stomach.
First Nerothst frowned and placed a dainty deadly clawed hand over his breast in mock horror, “you wound me prince, sadly Possession is not one of my….abilities….so you have no fear of me taking over your person,” Nerothst crooned pouting his lips as if hurt that he would suggest it. But…he did have power of suggestion….besides, who wants to become the puppet, there was much more fun to be had as the puppeteer.
“You really think it’s lovely? Not had anyone say that to me, not even my wife.” Hook, Line, not yet the sinker. The prince was softening to Nerothst so it seemed, but he had to be delicate with him.
“I’m a creature of base nature myself, I recognize ideal male’s probably more easily than any female might,” Nerothst chuckled.
“There is a reason for the drink you know. Helps me…forget. Makes me numb..from my toes to my head. If I can’t feel then…it doesn’t hurt.”
Choosing to ignore that Nerothst reached out to place a hand on Joffery’s shoulder, if he allowed him. He would lay his head on his shoulder patting him on the back if he allowed him, offering him soothing gestures. One step at a time, he got the boy somewhat interested, the drinking of wine will come later.
He introduced himself and Nerothst smiled, the prince didn’t seem to realize though the whole conversation he had already known, more so, how had the prince not realized exactly what Nerothst was, but, there weren’t to many like him with conscious thought, or walking the mortal plain.
“Now…Prince…to explain myself better…I’m a guide, here to teach you things…that higher beings wish for you to be aware of….I’m to be be at your side as I said, only a breath away, simply call out my name, and I will be there….for anything….I’m atYOUR service, my prince,” he smiled, the human like face contorted slightly to accommodate the feral grin.
Where there once stood a large cat with a very sinister way of speaking, became a man that had such a way about him, it was almost like he was effeminate or feline like. Still sporting cat like ears, in amongst his black hair, she wore attire that reminded one of egyptian like clothing. This was his way of showing the drunken prince his form that may encourage the Prince to lower his guard even further than he already had. The Prince held up a hand in front of his face, quickly counting his fingers to see if perhaps he was so drunk that he was seeing things.
1..2..3..4..5…and 6. Right…all accounted for. Hey..neat trick. What are you, a warlock? Cause I don’t like Warlocks. One took on my form and shagged my wife…bore a bastard son, and subsequently ruined my life!” The end of his words were more of a shout, as he recalled the evil of that bastard. Sneering, he had a line of drool come down from the corner of his lip, which he wiped away with the back of his hand.
The cat man or Nerothst sauntered around the Prince in a manner which was like he was prowling a meal, before laying a hand on his shoulder and then his head too, patting the Prince as though to bring physical comfort. Needless to say, the Prince enjoyed it, thumping his foot like a dog having his belly rubbed.
“Now…Prince…to explain myself better…I’m a guide, here to teach you things…that higher beings wish for you to be aware of….I’m to be be at your side as I said, only a breath away, simply call out my name, and I will be there….for anything….I’m at YOUR service, my prince,”
The Prince listened intently, as the haze of the booze started to wear thin. His brow shot up at the word “anything” and he had a smug look on his face, his cheeks showing a slight blush.
“Anything? Really? I can be quite the handful. You could ask Nanny if she was here, but she is gone…alas.” His mind wandered off track to that of his plump Nanny, then he chewed his bottom lip and blurted.
“Can you introduce me to these…higher beings? I am keen to see what they have in store for me.”