My True Love
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Adult ++
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#2
January 22, 2009
Word Count 1955
Entry #2
My True Love, have you ever met someone and wondered how the hell they turned out to be such an asshole? Surely when the midwife placed the baby in the mother’s arms it was a blank slate. The whole gig of being a total dink wasn’t ingrained in the newborn, or was it? Of who am I speaking you may ask, my Love? He has many different names but the one he goes by now is Hades.
With everything going on around here, Hades is...what? Like the Wind? I grew up in the Fey Court. I know the touch of a player. That was part of the reason that I’m renegade now was that I was able to see to the heart of a plan and thwart it before it got too far. Hades moves levels beyond me. I don’t see his machinations until they are almost complete and, I am sorry to say this, My Love, I’ve played a role in some I didn’t even know I was starring in.
Dangerous. Immoral. Immortal. Prick.
All those describe him but he is so much more than that. I wouldn’t want him as an enemy. Actually, if you were an enemy, I don’t think you’d be long for this world. From what I have gleaned from the brotherhood, Hades is tied physically as well as metaphysically to the Progenitor who just happens to now be in the body of the Blood Emperor’s twelve year old son. Don’t ask me how that happened. I saw it and I don’t believe it. But there it is. Once Hades as just a Irish kid looking after sheep. He caught the eye of the Progenitor and that was all he wrote. Together forever. Literally.
Well, almost. Give or take dying and reincarnation or possession.
He would have learned this at the foot of his lover. He would have honed his craft in the Vampire Court before the Cull. He is a grandmaster of manipulation. Case in point – the combination Funeral of Britta the Elder and the coronation of Azrael the White. It was a big to-do. Lycan from all over the world came to the funeral. Forget the fact that she was a curmudgeon and a megalomaniac, she had reshaped the Lycan world into her own image. Where puppies and non-combatants would have been ripped to shreds in the wake of wars of succession, now there was dancing. The Lycan world was still a violent place but she had cut the bloodshed by at least two thirds. While the litters might be large, it is still not often that all puppies make it to adulthood – or as they call it, the age of change. The Lycans were disappearing from the world when Britta came and kicked down the old foundations and set up new ones. This foundation of – these are Azrael’s words – a showdown before a throw down has been adopted by the rest of the Lycan world.
Bitta was a bitch and everyone respected her for that. Heads of the Lycan Dens from all over the world came to play final respects. Kings and Queens if you need a title, my Love. I met Ping’s father Kayoashi Saitou. I can now see where Ike get’s his size from. Saitou-san is just a little smaller than Sang Kyu. What the hell was I saying? Oh yes....Hades and his hand of slight and manipulation.
Intimidation through dance. Now that in itself doesn’t sound so bad. But how about I tell you, my love, that our white wolf danced his way to the trepidation of all of the visiting heads of state. As Azrael points out, he does not dance. Skell really doesn’t dance which left the other possible candidates of Xavier and Sex. Since the dance wasn’t x-rated, I assumed that Xavier and the Imperials would be doing the welcoming show. Since Azrael had already been declared King, this coronation was more of a formal introduction to the rest of the Lycan Nation. The dance was supposed to be like the first speech of the new King. I was to set the tone for the years to come. It set a tone all right.
The song of choice was Frankie Goes to Hollywood ‘s “Two Tribes.” You know the one that starts of with the sound of an air raid siren. What the hell kind of tone could you expect with that? While Skell doesn’t dance, he does pose. He just stands there and radiates danger and destruction. He brought out his metal wings, knelt down and drove the tips into the floor and then hunched behind them, spreading them into a razor wall of metal. The new stage had lights and all kinds of theatrical gizmos. The lights dropped and a blue spot glittered on those metal wings. The music started, When Skell opened up his wings and flared them wide, puppies just tumbled out from underneath him. There had to be at least thirty in a wiggly puppy pile. The cymbols crashed and the puppies scattered across the stage except for the two normal puppy tails that followed Xavier everywhere.
I know I stood there stunned. If you broke the whole thing down you came up with the message – don’t fuck with Azrael and his pack. Whoever the hell was dancing, which I do think was Xavier, gathered the frightened puppies up and showed them protection and love while beating the crap out of the Imperials who were playing the villains. After a bit I had the presence of mind to look around me. The message I got was the same that was telegraphed to every other Lycan leader. Now the only reason I clued in that Hades as the mastermind because he was standing there with that shit eating smirk on his face. If you unlucky enough to be in his presence long enough you get to see through some of that attitude that made him the feared CEO of Shadoe Inc. Some might think that it was a smirk of derision. I know knew it was his I-love-it-when-a-plan-comes-together smile. That’s when I knew he had orchestrated this.
The music ended with Xavier flat on his stomach, his hands on his chin surrounded by puppies who were rolling and jumping and basically having a yipping good time. The Imperials loomed up around them in a horseshoe and provided the menace that was needed to drink home the fact that while the White King might play with puppies or even act like a puppy (Sex) he was always supported with a strong undefeated Alpha Pack. Gregory and his Alphas were in the background but they were noticeable as well. This was intimidation with subtly. Intimidation with class. I knew it wasn’t the brotherhood’s doing. It wasn’t Cutie’s doing either. His style would be just to stick a knife in you somewhere. Here’s the gist of our conversation, as well as I can remember it.
“You’re scary.”
“Thank you.”
“Really wasn’t meant as a compliment.”
“I’ll take it how I want, Mage. We all have our talents.”
“Does Xavier know what you did?”
Wide blue eyes turned my way, “Why little Mage, you didn’t know? King Azrael asked me to help. So I helped.”
“Help with what?”
“What did you get from the performance?”
“Don’t mess with the X.”
“So did everyone else. New regimes are notoriously unstable. It would only take someone’s concerned effort to shake our White King’s foundations. They wouldn’t win but the blood shed is something the brotherhood doesn’t want. So, Azrael wanted to send a message. The paw that rocks the cradle rules the Den. He showed that he has strong allies now. He showed that he will have loyal followers in the future. Our little white wolf is securing his throne in the most effective manner.”
“And he couldn’t have done that without you?”
“You should know better than most that behind every great leader there are those who work the shadows.” He reached out and pulled my sunglasses down my nose. “You work the lighter shadows. I work the dark. Our Blood Emperor has a fatal flaw – he’s too good. We exist to keep those creatures who want darkness and chaos away from him.” Both of us heard a loud yip from the stage and Xavier was buried under wiggly young Lycan. “Maybe I should have said that he is too simple. He looks for the good and does what’s right even if puts him in a bad light. You have to watch out for him”
I actually admired the little blond dink for all of two seconds then he had to go and spoil the moment. “You fuck him yet?”
Asshole.
“Didn’t think so. Word of advice. You fuck with Xavier, he’ll mess you up. Behind that pretty vacant face is an appetite that can devour little Feys for a snack and then head to big brown Vampires for dessert.”
“I know that. You think I’m stupid?”
Hades cocked his head at me. “No, not stupid. Surprisingly naive for being who you are. I waited 400 years for my soul mate to come back to me. These next seven years are going to kill me. You’ve known the brotherhood for what, four months? Azrael and Marcus are bonded. Sex and Claudius are sickening to look at they are so in love. Skell and Lanseng...let’s leave that alone. Xavier...and Armor. You get between them and you’ll get smushed.”
“I know that.”
“But you’re thinking about it.”
“I think about it.” I sighed.
Hades just shook his head. “I tried to get between them. It didn’t work.”
I was shocked. “What the hell?”
“I ended up stabbed and shot. I only survived because I’m so old. You, little Fey would be sushi on a plate. My work here is done. I’m heading back to William. I leave the Blood Emperor in your hands.” I thought the little blonde menace was heading out but he turned on his heel and looked me straight in the face. “Don’t mistake what you see right now as his core.”
Xavier had Lia in his hands and he had her raised up over his head. Treska was propped on his shoulder sticking out of his hair. “He might want to see the good, hell, he might want to be the good but to have the strength to carry out what is right means he’s a got a diamond core. Just because he’s got us, don’t think that he can’t walk the darkness. Take care little Fey. I tried to make him my jukebox...I’m lucky to be still walking.”
Cryptic little messages and the bastard took off. What the hell does that mean? Jukebox. There is a nice one in the office at Shadoe Inc. That statement meant more than just a jukebox. I have no clue and the time wasn’t right to ask.
Ah, my love. The longer I stay here the harder it is to think about being alone again. I have missed the warmth that is family. I thought that that particular contentment had forsaken me. Yes, Hades as a master of manipulation. I really wasn’t much different. Xavier was a diamond. I could see that. He sparkled and shone and gave off such warmness that all of us that lived in the shadows just crouched before him waiting for employment. A diamond was also the hardest substance known to man. I’ve seen Xavier bring justice down. He doesn’t revel in having to destroy someone but he doesn’t regret it. Because when it comes time do to killing, it’s the right thing to do.
Oh, my true love. I’m falling in love. How stupid can I get?
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Word Count 1955
Entry #2
My True Love, have you ever met someone and wondered how the hell they turned out to be such an asshole? Surely when the midwife placed the baby in the mother’s arms it was a blank slate. The whole gig of being a total dink wasn’t ingrained in the newborn, or was it? Of who am I speaking you may ask, my Love? He has many different names but the one he goes by now is Hades.
With everything going on around here, Hades is...what? Like the Wind? I grew up in the Fey Court. I know the touch of a player. That was part of the reason that I’m renegade now was that I was able to see to the heart of a plan and thwart it before it got too far. Hades moves levels beyond me. I don’t see his machinations until they are almost complete and, I am sorry to say this, My Love, I’ve played a role in some I didn’t even know I was starring in.
Dangerous. Immoral. Immortal. Prick.
All those describe him but he is so much more than that. I wouldn’t want him as an enemy. Actually, if you were an enemy, I don’t think you’d be long for this world. From what I have gleaned from the brotherhood, Hades is tied physically as well as metaphysically to the Progenitor who just happens to now be in the body of the Blood Emperor’s twelve year old son. Don’t ask me how that happened. I saw it and I don’t believe it. But there it is. Once Hades as just a Irish kid looking after sheep. He caught the eye of the Progenitor and that was all he wrote. Together forever. Literally.
Well, almost. Give or take dying and reincarnation or possession.
He would have learned this at the foot of his lover. He would have honed his craft in the Vampire Court before the Cull. He is a grandmaster of manipulation. Case in point – the combination Funeral of Britta the Elder and the coronation of Azrael the White. It was a big to-do. Lycan from all over the world came to the funeral. Forget the fact that she was a curmudgeon and a megalomaniac, she had reshaped the Lycan world into her own image. Where puppies and non-combatants would have been ripped to shreds in the wake of wars of succession, now there was dancing. The Lycan world was still a violent place but she had cut the bloodshed by at least two thirds. While the litters might be large, it is still not often that all puppies make it to adulthood – or as they call it, the age of change. The Lycans were disappearing from the world when Britta came and kicked down the old foundations and set up new ones. This foundation of – these are Azrael’s words – a showdown before a throw down has been adopted by the rest of the Lycan world.
Bitta was a bitch and everyone respected her for that. Heads of the Lycan Dens from all over the world came to play final respects. Kings and Queens if you need a title, my Love. I met Ping’s father Kayoashi Saitou. I can now see where Ike get’s his size from. Saitou-san is just a little smaller than Sang Kyu. What the hell was I saying? Oh yes....Hades and his hand of slight and manipulation.
Intimidation through dance. Now that in itself doesn’t sound so bad. But how about I tell you, my love, that our white wolf danced his way to the trepidation of all of the visiting heads of state. As Azrael points out, he does not dance. Skell really doesn’t dance which left the other possible candidates of Xavier and Sex. Since the dance wasn’t x-rated, I assumed that Xavier and the Imperials would be doing the welcoming show. Since Azrael had already been declared King, this coronation was more of a formal introduction to the rest of the Lycan Nation. The dance was supposed to be like the first speech of the new King. I was to set the tone for the years to come. It set a tone all right.
The song of choice was Frankie Goes to Hollywood ‘s “Two Tribes.” You know the one that starts of with the sound of an air raid siren. What the hell kind of tone could you expect with that? While Skell doesn’t dance, he does pose. He just stands there and radiates danger and destruction. He brought out his metal wings, knelt down and drove the tips into the floor and then hunched behind them, spreading them into a razor wall of metal. The new stage had lights and all kinds of theatrical gizmos. The lights dropped and a blue spot glittered on those metal wings. The music started, When Skell opened up his wings and flared them wide, puppies just tumbled out from underneath him. There had to be at least thirty in a wiggly puppy pile. The cymbols crashed and the puppies scattered across the stage except for the two normal puppy tails that followed Xavier everywhere.
I know I stood there stunned. If you broke the whole thing down you came up with the message – don’t fuck with Azrael and his pack. Whoever the hell was dancing, which I do think was Xavier, gathered the frightened puppies up and showed them protection and love while beating the crap out of the Imperials who were playing the villains. After a bit I had the presence of mind to look around me. The message I got was the same that was telegraphed to every other Lycan leader. Now the only reason I clued in that Hades as the mastermind because he was standing there with that shit eating smirk on his face. If you unlucky enough to be in his presence long enough you get to see through some of that attitude that made him the feared CEO of Shadoe Inc. Some might think that it was a smirk of derision. I know knew it was his I-love-it-when-a-plan-comes-together smile. That’s when I knew he had orchestrated this.
The music ended with Xavier flat on his stomach, his hands on his chin surrounded by puppies who were rolling and jumping and basically having a yipping good time. The Imperials loomed up around them in a horseshoe and provided the menace that was needed to drink home the fact that while the White King might play with puppies or even act like a puppy (Sex) he was always supported with a strong undefeated Alpha Pack. Gregory and his Alphas were in the background but they were noticeable as well. This was intimidation with subtly. Intimidation with class. I knew it wasn’t the brotherhood’s doing. It wasn’t Cutie’s doing either. His style would be just to stick a knife in you somewhere. Here’s the gist of our conversation, as well as I can remember it.
“You’re scary.”
“Thank you.”
“Really wasn’t meant as a compliment.”
“I’ll take it how I want, Mage. We all have our talents.”
“Does Xavier know what you did?”
Wide blue eyes turned my way, “Why little Mage, you didn’t know? King Azrael asked me to help. So I helped.”
“Help with what?”
“What did you get from the performance?”
“Don’t mess with the X.”
“So did everyone else. New regimes are notoriously unstable. It would only take someone’s concerned effort to shake our White King’s foundations. They wouldn’t win but the blood shed is something the brotherhood doesn’t want. So, Azrael wanted to send a message. The paw that rocks the cradle rules the Den. He showed that he has strong allies now. He showed that he will have loyal followers in the future. Our little white wolf is securing his throne in the most effective manner.”
“And he couldn’t have done that without you?”
“You should know better than most that behind every great leader there are those who work the shadows.” He reached out and pulled my sunglasses down my nose. “You work the lighter shadows. I work the dark. Our Blood Emperor has a fatal flaw – he’s too good. We exist to keep those creatures who want darkness and chaos away from him.” Both of us heard a loud yip from the stage and Xavier was buried under wiggly young Lycan. “Maybe I should have said that he is too simple. He looks for the good and does what’s right even if puts him in a bad light. You have to watch out for him”
I actually admired the little blond dink for all of two seconds then he had to go and spoil the moment. “You fuck him yet?”
Asshole.
“Didn’t think so. Word of advice. You fuck with Xavier, he’ll mess you up. Behind that pretty vacant face is an appetite that can devour little Feys for a snack and then head to big brown Vampires for dessert.”
“I know that. You think I’m stupid?”
Hades cocked his head at me. “No, not stupid. Surprisingly naive for being who you are. I waited 400 years for my soul mate to come back to me. These next seven years are going to kill me. You’ve known the brotherhood for what, four months? Azrael and Marcus are bonded. Sex and Claudius are sickening to look at they are so in love. Skell and Lanseng...let’s leave that alone. Xavier...and Armor. You get between them and you’ll get smushed.”
“I know that.”
“But you’re thinking about it.”
“I think about it.” I sighed.
Hades just shook his head. “I tried to get between them. It didn’t work.”
I was shocked. “What the hell?”
“I ended up stabbed and shot. I only survived because I’m so old. You, little Fey would be sushi on a plate. My work here is done. I’m heading back to William. I leave the Blood Emperor in your hands.” I thought the little blonde menace was heading out but he turned on his heel and looked me straight in the face. “Don’t mistake what you see right now as his core.”
Xavier had Lia in his hands and he had her raised up over his head. Treska was propped on his shoulder sticking out of his hair. “He might want to see the good, hell, he might want to be the good but to have the strength to carry out what is right means he’s a got a diamond core. Just because he’s got us, don’t think that he can’t walk the darkness. Take care little Fey. I tried to make him my jukebox...I’m lucky to be still walking.”
Cryptic little messages and the bastard took off. What the hell does that mean? Jukebox. There is a nice one in the office at Shadoe Inc. That statement meant more than just a jukebox. I have no clue and the time wasn’t right to ask.
Ah, my love. The longer I stay here the harder it is to think about being alone again. I have missed the warmth that is family. I thought that that particular contentment had forsaken me. Yes, Hades as a master of manipulation. I really wasn’t much different. Xavier was a diamond. I could see that. He sparkled and shone and gave off such warmness that all of us that lived in the shadows just crouched before him waiting for employment. A diamond was also the hardest substance known to man. I’ve seen Xavier bring justice down. He doesn’t revel in having to destroy someone but he doesn’t regret it. Because when it comes time do to killing, it’s the right thing to do.
Oh, my true love. I’m falling in love. How stupid can I get?
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