the Jester
Legend
Sadomasochism - the path to transcendental power. Who knew?
Or as I like to call it, "Friday night".
Sadomasochism - the path to transcendental power. Who knew?
Midwinter Goddess – Final Part
She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Well…the Ahma is bold; perhaps he has been drinking kasshiv again. That is no trivial undertaking, by any measure. She – the first one, that is – knows that you have come, of course?”
“Yes.”
“And she offered some kind of blessing, I presume; an article of empathy and compassion, couched in terms of my need?”
“Soneillon, does it matter?” Eadric asked. “That is a perspective which I must hold true in any event. You know this.”
“From you, I will endure it – at least, provisionally. But not from her: she understands me better than you. And consider your supplication to Cheshne and the Void, because make no mistake: that is what this is. If you have doubts or would prefer lighter fare tonight, now would be the time to articulate these feelings.”
He remained silent.
“Will you then do as I beseech of you?” She inquired.
“Yes.”
“And will you trust me?” She asked archly.
“I must.”
“You need not sound so enthused, Eadric. Do you speak out of feeling, or from some misplaced sense of obligation?”
“It is a choice, Soneillon.”
“Very well, then.” Her mood became at once both serious and playful. She approached, drew a thin stiletto fashioned of cold iron, and pressed it into his hand.
*
At Deorham, the Sun reached its nadir on Midwinter’s night, even as, at Khu, the Eye of Cheshne did likewise and Soneillon waxed to power. Above, The Follower – the star of the Eleos – shone serenely at the midheaven, and the Dragon coiled yet tighter around the Tree.
In Nizkur, Nehael awoke to her full potential; to Sovereignty. Her sight penetrated the World.
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There has got to be some sort of deeper connection between Soneillon and Nehael. Is there some link between them that is escaping me or I'm forgetting?
Sepulchrave II said:"I had anticipated a painful and degrading death."
"If you desire. When I have devised one suitable, I will come and find you."
"My anticipation is not wishful," Orm explained.
"Tastes differ," Soneillon shrugged.