Livid Misery

It singed, the coldness of the place in which she had found herself was a heavy cold. The type of cold that seeped into your bones, and took hours of heat to get out. To her the place was horrendous if not disgusting, to say the least. Yet what would happen there was something she hadn't laid witness to in an age. The bouncing tendrils of each curl upon her head had been wound up into a french bun. This was a place of lusts, and emotional binging, Devi sensed it upon the air. It exerted power, a shift in the electromagnetic wavelengths had made this place useful in the casting of spells. Yet, it was haunted. Frozen by the memory of every spell, death, or conception that had occurred within it. The Sanguine family loved it, however, and that was why Deviaun remained in this place called home. Perhaps, it was the area in which Devi resided that made it even more chilled. No one ever came there. None, save Deviaun, entered this chamber, and there she stayed. The same chamber where she had resurrected Kalene, and even Madam Chalys. Few would remember. The chamber where she wrote spell after spell, and tale after tale. Her thoughts ran to the past with photographic imagery ascertaining that she could never forget anything that happened to her. The time when she had been reduced to mere slavery and bonded within a rope corset. Such a pretty little wench. She smirked, "And that's where they always underestimate me," And it was true. Terms like Deadly Beauty, and Seductress of Death had suited her. Did they now? The removal of her heart hadn't cured her questioning. Still, she was so fucking alone now. "Fucking alone," she repeated the words aloud as if saying them thus would clear the problem any more than she had already played it out. Somewhere there was a new child Vivian had finally given birth to him. Devi shook her headlong had it been since a child had been had by her. She wondered what the purpose for the child would be? What was her sister's new agenda in their beloved little family?

Happy to be relieved of the pressure, and worries of Kalene's murderer being loosed upon the covens, Deviaun had returned to the tomb for a time. A recollection of those damned thoughts that never ceased within her deviant mind. Sex sounded appealing, oh yes, but nobody had come in offering. Hunter seemed distant from her yet again, and she grew to love the cold, dark nights with the dank air being her only comfort. Alone in the darkness, she drifted off to sleep...

And the black and white dreams of an immortal carried her deeper into their embrace. Delightful scenery filled her pretty little head with a technicolor array. In her dreams, a childlike voice called out to her from far in the distance. Over the horizon as the sky grew darker, and all the beauty of the rainbow scattered like dust leaving nothing but the barren death of desert wasteland. Still, the eerie voice called out to her. The air seemed to come alive with skeletal fingers that tore, and pulled at her clothing ripping it from her curvaceous form with ease. Having been left to her nudity by the molesting hands of an unseen entity Deviaun stirred in her sleep. The voice become a slur now barely audible over the sounds of shredding fabric, and eager fingertips. Just then she looked downward...down the past the swell of ample, perked bosom further still. The contour of her abdomen appeared flat, and yet a fluttering seemed to occur from within. Suddenly the flesh of her stomach sunk in like a decaying cadaver's long-dead cavity would appear.

Devi shrieked in horror, blood had begun to drip down her inner thighs revealing to her a truth she would have rather never faced. The apparitions of many deceased beings and demons she had eradicated began to taunt her as the fingers fled in thirst for the dripping rubies that had begun to run down the tender flesh of her inner thighs. The duchess fell to the earth trembling bringing both of her small inner palms upward to cover her face. Inky tendrils of onyx satin came tumbling downward covering the beauty's face in an obscure curtaining veil. Tears of blood began to pool within the corners of her amber eyes, squeezing her eyelids shut she whimpered softly to herself. Here she was completely alone in torture, and yet she now knew. A pregnancy had occurred, but the father, Oh the father..who was he? What was he? Only Deviaun knew the truth. Suddenly her navel began to fill out forming a large rounded bump, and a flashing image split through her mind. Another female, but this time incest would leave them all quite surprised.

"The Angel's misery, and the Deviant's anger...what a combination.." Deviaun simply grinned, and then as quick as the dream had come it vanished leaving the deviant Duchess in its wake.

A sudden slamming within the tomb awoke her instantly, and as the visions of the dream came to her mind Deviaun murmured darkly,

"Lividia..."