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Fire and Ice
21:06 Feb 25 2006
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Fire versus Ice, Passion versus cold reasoning, Woman versus Man. Both undoubtedly evil, in totally different ways.

A roleplay by two idle minds. The LordVespertilio and the beautiful IntunericLumina. A tale of perfection.

Even on my knees could I conquer all. Find your terror in the form of Vespertilio.

I find no Terror. I am the goddess. No man holds my shackles. I am Master to Myself. No Man is my Master--Queen Elizabeth 1st.

I do not want the world: I would get bored with it and toss it aside. I just want perfection, and the love, the adoration, the worship of the humans. And I shall receive it in abundance!

Only one problem. You wont have my love, my adoration. You shall have my dagger in your back as I steal your life blood, take your throne and become the Goddess that people will fear and love intensely.

When my towering throne crumbles, I shall fall into the memories of the faithful.

Than I murder all those betrayers of the old faith, impale and burn, slay the children. Their Goddess has a dark side, and through my wicked displays of power, they tremble before me. Me, beautiful and powerful, unholy and ancient for all eternity. I shall be forever the one they call "Dark One". I am that of legends and myths. Your name will be destroyed, I will see to it. Nobody left to remember. They fear to remember you, fear that there goddess would find them, and kill them.

But that very fear brings me back, to the most hidden of hearts. A quiet rebellion grows. I am the martyr, the unsullied hero who died for them. Even a land held in an iron fist can break free if their hearts have been turned. My name, unable to be spoken by those who remember, is whispered by the wind, by the trees. The very land tells my story. The dreams of the dark goddess are troubled; the loyal begin to doubt her. Insidious as smoke, I bring you to your knees and test your very being. And, if I find what I need, I will raise you back up to heights unimagined.

Not so easily will this goddess be swayed. No Man has ever made her bow before, and she swore no man ever would.

Fight you she does, sends her armies to destroy you. The goddess sits in her tower, seething with thick black anger and hatred. Her kingdom, her followers dying and lost. They die for her, her and her beauty. She is a siren, her voice so gentle she could sing men to there deaths. She begins forms a new plan.

She stands on the battlements and sings her song, drawing your men to their deaths. One by one she kills them before your eyes, and takes back some measure of her once powerful kingdom you have stolen. Darkness will rule this place.

She will have power, and she will keep her kingdom. Despite how he tried to sway her, it will take much more then mere words to make her budge. She is not easily amused.

But this lord may hold the secret to your defeat. In the beginning, you were clearly warned: take nothing for granted, especially with me. A lord, yes, but so much more than a man. Could not you be brought to your knees by one equal to you in beauty and seduction, and immune to your temper? Shiva, queen of the ice has taught me, and I heed her lessons well. You throw armies at me, fight with the fire of fury; I hold my defenses steady, and I shall bring the cold to you when the fire dies down. Extinguish you without hatred, without favor, without greed. With indifference.

Night falls. The cold touches her now. She fears it, silently, deeply inside somewhere where no one has ever ventured forth, under the layers of armor she presses around her heart and her mind. Beyond the mental defenses she has placed there.

How this one is different.

Why does he sway her so?

Can it be, there is someone who is like her? Someone who speaks the words of hatred and knows the rhythm of darkness? Can he sway as she can? Move to the beat of the song only those born to the twilight can hear?

Behold. Armies fall before me. Men at their knees. Yet this one stands still. Why? Such determination.

I am Helen of Troy.

I am Cleopatra.

Yet he does not move.

Why?

With liquid motion, fluid movement she is graceful, like material under water, so slow and graceful. She is inhuman, something immortal with her steps. No wonder they fell before her. She is Sita. She is the dark goddess. No one matches her glory.

She is Aphrodite. She is the wife of Zeus.

Yet someone still stands there, ever waiting, ever patient.

Damn Him.

Looking into the dark goddesses eyes, seeing the massacred armies lying across the land, the innocents huddled near their destroyed homes, the Lord makes a decision. Watching the goddess's eyes begin to water, the inevitable blink drawing closer and closer, despite her best efforts, but not calling her on her weakness.

The Lord kneels. Bows at the queen's feet. Cools her wrath with the ice that he is composed of without putting out her fire. Ending the terror of war with the naming of a victor, but with no more fighting.

Looking up into the dark goddess's eyes with his brow raised, as if to say: so what now?

On his knees he is, before her. Such an action will not go unrewarded. The people of this land watch them now, wondering what will happen next.

Reaching out her hand, she offers him power.

"Take my hand, and join me. Take my hand, and Rule." Defeat was in her eyes, and yet there was a new kind of respect there too. Someone could match her, someone could keep up with her. At last, someone worthy.

Accepting the power and the dark goddess's hand with an evil smirk, the lord turns to the cautious watchers. "A new day has arrived. The old shall merge with the new. Everything has changed, and yet, all shall remain the same. Your lives will continue in the same manner as always. Your sons will return from war, your daughters will give unto your rulers the next generation. The lord and the dark goddess shall unite to give you security. Look with new-opened eyes upon the terror of letting your passion overtake you. With the reason of your mind, with the cold analysis of life's troubles, even one such as I can be brought to my knees." Casting a glance at the siren next to him, hanging on his every word as much as the assembled humans, the lord found it meet to add "though we shall see who ends upon their knees tonight."

With a tiny wicked smirk of her own, she lets her newly found lord lead her into there castle, there fortress which shall now be there kingdom together. Deep within her mind, does she dare think of tonight? No. That would be a new battleground wouldn't it? Silently she plans her means of attack. She will rule this new land. That she is sure of.

As they walk hand in hand to the fortress, the lord releases some of his power. Lessons learned in the past remind him that nothing good will last. That there is only one path to perfection. The land behind them, perfect for a moment as loved ones are reunited and the hope for a future restored, is frozen over. The people, lifeless. A perfect moment, captured forever. The lord can't help but smirk at the thought of the goddess's easy to read behavior. A simple offering of deference was all it took to conquer her fire. But he will allow their final battle to bring a brief flash of pleasure to his frozen heart. Before she, too, is frozen in perfection.

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