My Trinity

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"Missiva?"

"Yes, Trinity?"

"Do you think it will hurt today?"

The girl splashed bubbles down in the tub and giggled. Missiva poured warm water over her shoulders. She was Trinity's personal servant in a way. She was sentenced to a life of servitude after selling her soul to the king of demons, to Zanhmere. Instead of things more demented and cruel, he placed the human woman inside his palace to help care for his pet. There was one major difference between Missiva and Trinity. Trinity's heart and soul were still alive where as Missiva's were dead.

"I don't know, sweetie. I don't think the master would do something intentional to hurt you."

"Do you think it will make him happy?"

"Again, I don't know. As far as I know, you are the only thing down here that makes Master Zanhmere smile. I think he will be happy but that is just me. I can not speak for the master."

She washed warm water over the girls back again. Missiva brought Jasmine scented oils up and began to brush them over Trinity's baby soft skin. Trinity smiled and leaned back into the wash cloth. Her eyes were closed.

"I hope he will be happy."

"I am sure he will be happy if you are, sweetie."

"Missiva?"

"Yes, hun?"

"Can you use the shampoo he likes in my hair? You know the one that smells like those babies breath flowers."

"Alright. Close your eyes, Trinity."

Missiva poured water over the blood red hair. She soon was brushing her fingers through Trinity's hair and washing the shampoo into it.

Trinity opened her eyes in time to see a shampoo bubble floating up. She reached out and popped it with her finger. "Hey, Missiva?"

"Yes?"

"Will you be there to watch?"

"If the master wants me there."

Trinity closed her eyes as he felt water being poured over her again. She giggled at the bubbles that were tickling her.

Missiva could see why Zanhmere wanted her to stay as she was right now. She was just budding into a young woman, but she was also still a child. Her body had small curves to it and her baby fat was gone. She had never known pain or torment after that night at her family's home. Trinity was always allowed to be her innocent, sweet self.

"There we go, sweetie. Now stand up and let's dry you up so I can fix your hair. Then we can see how that pretty new dress looks on you."

"Think my green sandal shoes will work with it, Missiva?"

"I think they will."

The kindly black haired woman wrapped a thick, luxurious towel around her and pulled Trinity from the tub. She was light and very petite for her age. Trinity laughed when Missiva brushed the towel over her sides.

"That tickles."

"Come on now. We have to get you ready! It is almost time."

Missiva chuckled as she chased the girl into the opulent bedroom. Trinity had a bed that was shaped like a castle with carved dragons around the head and foot boards. She had three full-sized walk in closets and each was full of things just for her. The ceilings had plus green, silver and gold silks that draped down from them. In each of the corners was a toy box full of little things like dolls and play horses. Trinity did not want for anything. Even the carpet under her feet was so thick and soft that she sometimes liked to sleep on it instead of her bed. It was by far the most lavish room in Zanhmere's black fortress of a palace.

"Missiva?" Trinity was holding her arms up now and letting the woman dress her.

"Yes?" Missiva pulled the dress down and turned her. She brought the two tie ends together and made a tight, small little bow. Trinity grinned as she looked at her self. She liked how the dress skirt split on both sides like a loin cloth. It attached to an upper piece that V necked down.

"Can you put my hair up in a bun with those neat feathery curls?"

"I think I can do that. You really want to look pretty for master today, huh?"

"Yes, I do."

"Sit down over here." Missiva patted the bench seat cushion. It was part of a carved dragon and looked like you were riding the brilliantly colored creature. Trinity sat down and smiled. She felt Missiva brushing her hair out and pulling it up into a curly up do bun. She added two jade ended chop sticks through the blood red tresses in a crisscross to hold the bun in place.

"Now, all I have to do is feather out these curls and you will be all ready."

"No, I won't. I still have to put my shoes on."

"Silly girl."

Missiva chuckled and placed the green sandals in front of her. Trinity slipped into them and Missiva latched the side straps for her. Trinity could never get the buckled to work with her small fingers.

"Now your curls."

"Okay!"

Missiva took the comb and worked on feathering out some of the curls so they splayed out over the bun in back. Some of the strands of hair laid over the jade green of the chop sticks. The black smooth parts of the chop sticks went down into the hair itself.

"How do I look?"

"As pretty as a picture, sweetie."

"Can I see now?"

"Yes you can. Make it quick because we need to go find the master."

Missiva led Trinity over to a full length, over sized mirror that was in the room. The red haired girl gasped and blushed at the way she looked. She hadn't really gotten so dressed up before this. The only other time she did was when she was playing princess dress up for Zanhmere.

'He truly does dote upon this child,' Missiva mused. Even though it appeared to her that he had no idea why, either. There was no denying that when she was smiling it appeared to make him feel warm inside, something that he enjoyed, apparently, but only with her. It was just one of the many confusing things she thought about his relationship with his pet. "Come on, sweetie. Let's go find the master."

"Coming."

Trinity walked over and grabbed Missiva's hand. She smiled and looked up at the older woman.

Missiva grinned and looked down at her. She was envious of the girl some times but it was a fleeting feeling. When she thought of what her punishment could be compared to this, that feeling faded away into the blackness of shadows very quickly.

"Missiva?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome, sweetie. I am glad I get to help you."

Missiva nodded and smiled brightly. Ah, the words of a child, they could make a person feel so good some times. Trinity was always such a kind, polite little girl. It was amazing to believe that she was raised by an emotionless demon since she was seven. Granted, Missiva helped to care for her, but mostly it was always Zanhmere and Trinity.

They entered a long room with an alter at the end. Trinity's eyes lit up when she saw Zanhmere step out from behind a red curtain in his green and black robes. They made his eyes and hair stand out. He was a handsome sight to behold in them. Even Missiva's eyes traveled over the handsome figure.

"Right on time, pet."

"Master!" Trinity ran forward towards him.

He knelt down and scooped her up into his arms. Zanhmere took a long, inhaled scenting in of his girl. That smell made his senses delight. He didn't know why this happened either, like so many other things when Trinity was involved.

"I see Missiva had gotten you all fixed up. Are you ready, sweet?"

"I think so. Is it going to hurt, Master?"

Missiva stood back from the two and kept her gaze down. This was their concern now. She had no say or rights in what was happening now.

Zanhmere smiled again. He always smiled when she was there. He placed her on the alter so she was sitting before him. "You won't feel a thing. It is just a tiny little bottle of red liquid."

Zanhmere held the small vial up for her to see. Trinity gasped because the bottle was very pretty.

"Can I have the bottle after you're done with it? It is really pretty."

"Of course. Now I want you to close your eyes and do not open them until I say, alright? If you open them before I say, something you may not like could happen."

"It might hurt?" Trinity didn't like that idea at all. She closed her eyes and sat up straight immediately. She wouldn't open her eyes until he said. He could trust her. Zanhmere grinned and turned, motioning Missiva out. As soon as she was out of the door and it was closed his form shifted to his demonic self. Great, leathery black and red wings spread open and a black taloned claw cut into the red skin of his arm. Trickles of dark red, almost black blood dripped into the vial.

This was the secret to immortality, as it were. He was giving her his own blood, and in a sense, making her partially demon. The other part of the elixir inside the bottle already was to cure the blood in essence. It took out the darkness and left only the qualities which Zanhmere desired for her. He wanted the youth and innocence to stay. He wanted to keep his precious breath with him forever.

"Now?" Trinity took deep breaths to calm her self. She was a little nervous, but she trusted Zanhmere.

His form shifted back to the Zanhmere she knew and loved. The robes billowed around him once again. "Now, pet. Drink this and open your eyes."

The vial was pressed to her soft, pink lips. There was no turning back now. Trinity turned the bottle up and poured the entire contents of the bottle down her throat. She opened her eyes and licked her lips. It had a funny taste to it. It was really sweet and yet it had a sort of bitter flavor to it.

"It tastes like that sweet and sour candy you brought me that one time master."

"Does it?" He let his hand brush up against her cheek.

Trinity leaned into his touch and sighed. Her eyes closed once again. She felt tired all of the sudden. It was a normal reaction. Instead of feeling intense pain he had made it where she would fall asleep. "Master?"

"Yes, Trinity?"

"I'm... tired."

Her body fell over into his arms. Zanhmere caught her and picked her up to cradle her as one might cradle a baby. He folded her arms over her chest carefully and watched her. He watched the peaceful look on her face as she slept. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

"Missiva."

"Yes, Master?"

The woman stepped back in slowly. She gave a quick look of concern when she saw Trinity's sleeping form but his calmed demeanor settled her worries.

"Go prepare my bed. She will be asleep for a while. When she is finally awake it will be complete. My Trinity will remain my Trinity forever more."

"Yes, Master." Missiva bowed before turning and exiting the room once again. She quickly made her way to the master's bedroom and started fixing the bed sheets up for Trinity to lay on.

Zanhmere took his time walking down the long halls. He occasionally looked up to watch one of his passing servants or minions but never for too long. He always looked back down at Trinity's sleeping form. "My Trinity."

What was this feeling inside him? He never knew emotions. He never understood them. He was born as he was now. He was always a full Entropy demon. He never knew child hood. He never knew emotions like love and hate. Yet, when he held her, all these things seemed to burn curiosities in his mind.

"Sleep and awaken to your forever," Zanhmere whispered it into her ear. The scent of babies' breath wafted under his nose and purred deeply in his chest. She must have done that special for him because she knew he always reacted well to it. He couldn't say he liked it for he didn't know what real like was.

In the bedroom he laid his sleeping Trinity down on the fluffed covered (bed?). Zanhmere dismissed Missiva and when she left the room he laid down beside the sleeping child's body.

"Trinity." He wanted to be the first thing she saw when she awoke. He settled him self against the many cushions and pulled her against him. Silently he would wait there for her until his Trinity's forever started.

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A/N: Hi and I am back with chapter two. I know I have another story that needs its ending, but this plot bunny hit me really hard. Please understand that even though there will be smut in this story at some later point, there is nothing of that nature between Trinity and her master. Their relationship is most simple to explain and yet one of the most difficult in the world to have.

He would never touch her or let her be touched in such a way that would mar the innocence he wishes to keep intact. Now, other characters in later chapters may experience sexual actions by these Entropy demons, but never Trinity. I just wanted to clear that up, as I do understand the story sounds as if it may go that direction. Do not let your dislike for minor/pedo stories keep you from this one. That will not happen on these pages.

Please Read and Review. I would really like your opinions on this story.

Starfyre

P/S: This story has been beta-d! Full credit to Donovan Stryfe , ( gothdragon ) He is helping improve this story with his efforts.

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