Post by Remedy on Jan 30, 2015 5:44:09 GMT -5
Many miles underground in Russia, below a battered and abandoned city, a secret city of untold ages bustled and plotted in secret. It was filled with the most ancient of Peoples, who referred to themselves only as ‘The People’ in a language few surface dwelling humans had ever heard of, and were ignorant of. Had they known of their existence, their secret masters, there would have been wide spread panic and disaster. But such was the People’s power that humans were as yet unaware and would be for as long as it was possible.
For millennium they manipulated human beings. Civilizations rose and fell by their whims, their descendants served them, and every culture on earth had their legends of them: Djinn, Kitsune, Fairies, Tuatha De Danaan, Angels, Demons, Annunaki… they were all of these and more, ever so much more. Where they originally came from they would never tell, and it certainly could never be guessed – for those they claimed as their own and brought into their secret cities never saw the light of day again.
Many human beings carried the seeds of their genes in their own bodies, and recently some had manifested startling and inhuman powers, called Kindling. These hybrids were taken into the underground cities, most were exterminated, some ‘lucky’ few were pressed into service in varying ways – slaves for untold generations. Less than human, less than dirt, these slaves had their very humanity stripped away, their rights a long dream of a long lifetime shattered long ago.
One of these hybrids sat gracefully on the polished cold floor of a great hall, artificial daylight spilling in the graceful windows to create abstract patterns on the sumptuous patterned rugs, shining white marble and sparse exquisite furnishings of dark mahogany. The chamber was elegant and deceptively simple, bespeaking great taste and an austere perfection of a very great male Danae called the Executioner, that the terrified woman called Master.
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The Master was displeased.
She could see his long robes sweeping around his feet since her eyes were properly lowered to the floor. Waves of tense energy battered at her control, the link between their minds and bodies thrummed with his agitation, even though he was keeping it carefully in check.
Only the intense few years since her Kindling and subsequent capture let her sense him at all, to an ordinary mind he would be too bright to look upon, too painful and alien for anyone other than a Danae or Danae hybrid to comprehend. The few purebloods that walked the surface world could do so in public without the average human even being aware of them – hidden in plain sight but causing momentary fear or a swimming of the senses in the sensitives on the edge of Kindling.
Emily trembled, only visible by the slight quivering of the glowing jewels that hung from her few ornaments the master preferred in his private spaces. Her pale hands were folded neatly on her brinze silken clad lap, her skirts pleasingly draped around her knees, every muscle, every line of her body set in lines to show respect and exquisite control.
The dark blue robes swept by again, and the last few inches of his silver blonde braid, his warrior’s pattern ever so slightly frayed with loose hair that bespoke of how long he’d been in the chambers of the various meeting rooms. This, she knew, was bad bad news.
Finally he spoke, inhumanly beautiful voice nearly toneless with concern.
“We have found her, Remedy. We have found the one who escaped years ago, one of the rebel leaders.” He paused.
Sighed.
“She had used a rogue hybrid Teleporter to do what was thought impossible – to break not only space, but to translate across Universes in an attempt to escape us.”
Emily was so stunned that her trembling was halted by frozen wide eyed shock. Only hard ingrained habit and very real fear kept her eyes properly lowered. The dark blue robes halted in front of her, dark boots visible beneath the plain hem of sumptuous fabric.
“We have an assignment, my pet.” He added, and a powerful pale long fingered hand touched her chin to tilt her head up, his sudden mental pressure forcing her golden eyes to look up into his inhumanly handsome face with the incandescent blue gaze that seared her senses.
“We must hunt her in this new universe… this one called Lumina.”
For millennium they manipulated human beings. Civilizations rose and fell by their whims, their descendants served them, and every culture on earth had their legends of them: Djinn, Kitsune, Fairies, Tuatha De Danaan, Angels, Demons, Annunaki… they were all of these and more, ever so much more. Where they originally came from they would never tell, and it certainly could never be guessed – for those they claimed as their own and brought into their secret cities never saw the light of day again.
Many human beings carried the seeds of their genes in their own bodies, and recently some had manifested startling and inhuman powers, called Kindling. These hybrids were taken into the underground cities, most were exterminated, some ‘lucky’ few were pressed into service in varying ways – slaves for untold generations. Less than human, less than dirt, these slaves had their very humanity stripped away, their rights a long dream of a long lifetime shattered long ago.
One of these hybrids sat gracefully on the polished cold floor of a great hall, artificial daylight spilling in the graceful windows to create abstract patterns on the sumptuous patterned rugs, shining white marble and sparse exquisite furnishings of dark mahogany. The chamber was elegant and deceptively simple, bespeaking great taste and an austere perfection of a very great male Danae called the Executioner, that the terrified woman called Master.
+++++++++++++++++++++
The Master was displeased.
She could see his long robes sweeping around his feet since her eyes were properly lowered to the floor. Waves of tense energy battered at her control, the link between their minds and bodies thrummed with his agitation, even though he was keeping it carefully in check.
Only the intense few years since her Kindling and subsequent capture let her sense him at all, to an ordinary mind he would be too bright to look upon, too painful and alien for anyone other than a Danae or Danae hybrid to comprehend. The few purebloods that walked the surface world could do so in public without the average human even being aware of them – hidden in plain sight but causing momentary fear or a swimming of the senses in the sensitives on the edge of Kindling.
Emily trembled, only visible by the slight quivering of the glowing jewels that hung from her few ornaments the master preferred in his private spaces. Her pale hands were folded neatly on her brinze silken clad lap, her skirts pleasingly draped around her knees, every muscle, every line of her body set in lines to show respect and exquisite control.
The dark blue robes swept by again, and the last few inches of his silver blonde braid, his warrior’s pattern ever so slightly frayed with loose hair that bespoke of how long he’d been in the chambers of the various meeting rooms. This, she knew, was bad bad news.
Finally he spoke, inhumanly beautiful voice nearly toneless with concern.
“We have found her, Remedy. We have found the one who escaped years ago, one of the rebel leaders.” He paused.
Sighed.
“She had used a rogue hybrid Teleporter to do what was thought impossible – to break not only space, but to translate across Universes in an attempt to escape us.”
Emily was so stunned that her trembling was halted by frozen wide eyed shock. Only hard ingrained habit and very real fear kept her eyes properly lowered. The dark blue robes halted in front of her, dark boots visible beneath the plain hem of sumptuous fabric.
“We have an assignment, my pet.” He added, and a powerful pale long fingered hand touched her chin to tilt her head up, his sudden mental pressure forcing her golden eyes to look up into his inhumanly handsome face with the incandescent blue gaze that seared her senses.
“We must hunt her in this new universe… this one called Lumina.”
