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purpleandlavenderpen · 9 months

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The Mystic Messenger from Heaven: Tale of Purple Lotus

During ancient times, the world was divided into four realms, the Heavenly Realm under the command of Gods and Goddesses, the Immortal Realm at Mount Penglai, the Void Realm or the Demon Land, and Xulan the main city of the Mortal Realm. The three realms continue to live in peace, while the Void Realm continues its vicious work at the Yao Huo Forest, the forest that divides the Demon Land and the Mortal Land. Mortal Emperor Gong Lei asked for the assistance of the Immortals from Mount Penglai and the Demon Realm got furious and continued to cause havoc in the mortal realm. At that time, the sprout of the Purple Lotus was expected by the Gods and Goddesses in the Heavenly Realm.

The war of Mortals, Immortal between the Void Realm was worsened when the previous Demon King, Qingshan was killed by the most powerful immortal from Yunhui Sect, Guo Fang with his divine sword from heaven, causing the son of the late Demon King to get revenge because of what happened to his late father, Wei Zhou planned to steal the most powerful item from the heaven to resurrect his father. He ordered one of his men to go to the banquet at the heavenly realm to celebrate the success of the Immortal and Mortal realms in defeating the Void realm.

The Gods and Goddesses together with the Immortals were all gathered to witness the ceremony of seeing the purple lotus sprout. All of them were mesmerized by what they saw. A color purple lotus sprouted at the sacred Fuhua Tree of the Heavenly Realm; the flower manifested its powerful essence around the heaven which caused the flowers around the world to bloom.

At the Demon Land, the son of the late Demon King continues to mourn because of the death of his father. His men came back as soon as he learned about the Purple Lotus. Upon hearing words from his men, the new Demon King planned to attack the Heavenly Realm and steal the said flower.

Shang Lu, was anxious about the safety of the heavenly flower, he felt uneasy and didn’t want to let his guard down while the ceremony was not yet over.

The High God Shang Lu, instructed his successor and the Chief God, Dong Mei to take care of the newly sprouted Purple Lotus until its reincarnation as the next Chief, God. The said flower is believed to be the most powerful item of the heavenly realm.

10, 000 years ago, the Purple Lotus was taken by the Demon King during the war between the Heavenly Realm and Void Realm. The previous Chief, God, Dong Mei together with the four main Gods and Goddesses, Tao Tai, Xue Fen, Su Xiang, and Qianfan, take all of their original beings to protect the Heavenly Realm from the massive destruction. The immortals from the Rain Society were given their mission from heaven to recover the heavenly flower from the possession of Wei Zhou. One of the powerful immortals from the sect, Guo Fang, led the fight against the men of the Demon King. They successfully brought back the heaven item and temporarily hid it in the Sacred Hall of Chang Ying and sealed it with his divine blood.

The next 4,000 years later, the Goddess of Moon, Renxiang ordered her mystic messenger Zheng Hu to go down to the mortal realm to retrieve the Purple Lotus that was under the care of Immortal Wan Xiang, leader of Yuhui Sect (Rain Society).

“Greetings mystic messenger of heaven Zheng Hu.”

“I, Zheng Hu, mystic messenger from heaven have received an order from the Goddess of the Moon, Renxiang to retrieve the heavenly flower to ensure its safekeeping from the hands of the Blood Cult (Xuejiao) of Void Realm.”

“The Blood Cult was kept on attacking the innocent people of Xu Lan, Reports were verified by my men when they encountered the bloodthirsty demon from the void during their visit to Yang Chun Palace.”

“I’m glad I arrived earlier than expected. Where did you put the Purple Lotus?”

“Come, let me guide you to Changying Hall.”

Wan Xiang and Zheng Hu went to Changying Hall to retrieve the Purple Lotus. Meanwhile, the Blood Cult was planning to steal it from the hand of Zheng Hu. The Blood Cult Leader, General Zou Shuren ordered his men to track down the route of Zheng Hu to heaven and to ambush him from his way to heaven.

“The Demon King, Wei Zhou ordered to retrieve the Purple Lotus, hence all you must do everything to get it by all means from the hands of Zheng Hu! I don’t care if you are going to kill him. Just make sure that we’ll able to get it. Understand?!

“Yes, General!”

“All hail to Void Realm!” General Zhou Shuren shouted.

“All hail to Void Realm!” all of the demons shouted.

At the Heavenly Realm, the Chief God, Donghai was waiting for the arrival of Zheng Hu. The God of Winter, Mao Yi, approached him to discuss the preparations to be made after the messenger brought back the Purple Lotus to the heavenly realm.

“I already deployed my emissary, Feng Zexian to receive Zheng Hu after he completed his mission. As you saw from your vision, the Blood Cult was planning to steal the heavenly flower from our messenger.”

“I hope that the leader of the phoenix tribe along with our heavenly messenger will be able to protect the heavenly item.”

“Feng Zexian is the Phoenix Queen; she can protect the Purple Lotus. Let’s hope for the positive outcome of Zheng Hu’s mission.”

The goddess of the moon, Renxiang appeared during their conversation.

“Chief, God, Zheng Hu was already on his way.” Renxiang.

“Did he already meet Feng Zexian?” Mao Yi.

“He’s still on his way to meet the Phoenix Queen at the East Gate.” Renxiang.

On his way to meet Feng Zexian, the messenger suddenly sensed a demonic figure following him at the Peach Blossom Forest. Upon realizing that it was the men from Blood Cult he got ready himself to fight them and to protect the Purple Lotus.

“Zheng Hu! Hand over the Purple Lotus.” Ma Xia, is one of the official demons from Blood Sect.

“Never!” Zheng Hu.

“Then, I don’t have a choice but to kill you!” Ma Xia.

Ma Xia drew his sword and aimed it at Zheng Hu, using the cloud sword, Zheng Hu subdued the demonic power from the weapon of his opponent. The battle between the two powerful beings continues, nobody wants to surrender. Meanwhile, Feng Zexian got bored and she decided to go to Peach Blossom Forest. On her way to the forest, the Phoenix Queen sensed the energy from the cloud sword.

“Zheng Hu.” Feng Zexian.

During the battle between the messenger and the demon official, the Purple Lotus was almost lost fortunately, Zheng Hu saved the flower but he got injured by the demonic power.

“Hand over the flower and I will spare your life,” Ma Xia.

“I will never give you the Purple Lotus.” Zheng Hu.

“Then, Die!!!” Ma Xia.

The demon was hit by a fireball from the Phoenix Queen, the messenger was able to temporarily recover his energy with the help of an elixir given by Feng Zexian.

“Zheng Hu, are you okay?” Feng Zexian.

“Yes.” Replied of Zheng Hu.

The Phoenix Queen used her peach blossom sword to fight the demon. The demon was no match to the prowess of Feng Zexian and he was subdued by the phoenix arrow. After subduing their enemy, they both come back to the Heavenly Realm carrying the Purple Lotus. Chief, God was relieved when they arrived safely at the realm and asked the messenger if he successfully retrieved the powerful flower, and Zheng Hu showed it to his majesty.

“I’m glad that you are safe, especially the Lotus.”

“On my way here, I had a battle with a demon official named Ma Xia. Fortunately, the Phoenix Queen arrived and I was able to regain my strength. The Phoenix Queen and I subdued the demons on our way and were able to protect the Purple Lotus.”

“I’m sure that demons from the void already know that the heavens ruined their plan. It is important for us to ensure the safety of the next Chief God.”

“I will protect the flower until it transforms into her form.”

“I already deployed heavenly guards to Yan Shun Garden. You will be going to supervise and ensure the safety of the Purple Lotus.”

“Rest assured that I will protect the next successor of heaven.”

The next full moon will be the day when the Lotus will transform into human form. Gods and Goddesses were all gathered to witness the birth of the new Chief, God.

Flowers of the earth started to bloom and the stars from the sky shone brighter. The 12 zodiac spirits were also preparing to be born along with the purple star.

At the Bureau of Constellation (Mortal Land)

It is an auspicious day for both the Emperor and Empress. The Empress was on her way to give birth to a crown successor.

A beautiful light from the sky the moon and stars shine brightly, there is a big dipper and other star constellations. The constellation mage saw a bright light among the stars and he was fascinated that it transformed into a dragon.

“Your Majesty, please use your strength the baby is coming out.”

“Ahhhhhhhh……I can’t do it anymore…Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.”

While waiting for the Empress to give birth, it is remarkable from the face of the emperor that he was worried about both of his wife and child.

“Please be at ease Your Majesty, Her Majesty was doing her best to deliver your child safely.”

“How can I relax at this moment?”

“Your child and the Empress will be alright your Majesty.”

The emperor sighed and prayed for the safety of his wife and child.

After an hour of pain, the Empress successfully delivered her child. His Majesty rejoiced and was relieved when he heard a cry from the delivery room.

“The Empress had given birth to a prince.”

The Constellation Bureau congratulates both the emperor and empress for giving birth to a prince with a dragon zodiac spirit.

“Congratulations Your Majesty, The Prince was born during the birth of the Next Chief God and was blessed to be one of the Zodiac Spirit.”

“Are you saying that our son was chosen to have an important duty by the heavens?” Empress.

“Yes, Your Majesty, the prince has the spirit of Azure Dragon. One of the mythical creatures and among the 12-Zodiac Spirit.”

“Indeed, that we received a blessing from heavens.” Emperor.

“Congratulations to you, our Majesties.”

The Purple Lotus transformed into a beautiful Goddess. All of the Gods and Goddesses together with the Immortals rejoiced. The Chief, God named her Yi Xing Hua/Li’er.

That day the heavenly realm had already proclaimed the next successor of Chief, God Donghai. At the void realm, Wei Zhou was devastated because of his unsuccessful plan. He was extremely mad because of what happened to his demon official during the battle between Zheng Hu and the Phoenix Queen.

“Arrrrrrrrrrggggg! You’ll pay for your boldness, Zheng Hu! I will make sure to kill all Gods and Goddesses including the Immortals at Mount Penglai. I will redeem our honor! Hahahahahahahaha… Argh”

His demonic power is on rage. The Demon King was planning to kill the successor of heaven to resurrect his father.

“Yu Rong!”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“You have a mission to fulfill.”

“Say it My Lord and I will do it for you.”

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

At Mortal Realm (After 19 years)

The Emperor and Empress made a banquet to welcome the Crown Prince after 10 years of seclusion at Wangling Temple. Chaoxiang was born with a dragon spirit which made him more significant to his parents’ eye. He had a great talent and was under the care of High Immortal Fu Shuren where he spent his 10 years seclusion to become Immortal.

“Let us all welcome the Crown Prince Chaoxiang.”

Upon his entrance, the sound of gong was all around the palace, as he was welcomed by his father and mother.

“Greeting your Majesties.”

“No need for formality my son. Me and your father miss you so much.” Empress.

“I am glad that I was given a chance to finish my training from High Immortal Fu Shuren.”

“We all know that you will never fail us.” Emperor.

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greyhson-bdb · 2 years

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Stygian - New Drug on the Block: Deliverance Part 24

Omega: *Running my hand along the top of the cages, the females inside pulling as far back as they can. Their scared eyes watching me, their thin and frail bodies a testament to how long I have kept them here. The old welts and bruises like my calling card and all over every inch of their flesh, their time was almost up, and yes like Dorothy they would be able to click their heels and go home. But unlike Dorothy they wouldn’t be happy to get there! Sending Mr. C my orders into his mind at the top of the basement stairs guarding the door like a good soldier. ‘Bring me down some stygian in any form, wait bring me down whichever acts the fastest!’ Leaning my back against the last cage, the whimper from within sends a shiver down my spine. Pain, even from a woman, was just so tantalising. My eyes locked on the back of the female vampire still tied to the chair in the middle of the basement, the floor around her a mess from our last session together. The smell now a mix normal bodily fluids and actions, plus the older blood pools I had left her sitting in. Mr. C had done as I asked, not let her eat but he did make her drink. Holding out my hand as I hear Mr. C descend the stairs, taking the bag of black pills, sending him back upstairs to keep watch. Over the last few days I had turned all the human boys hanging out here into Lessers, so Mr. C was only watching out for vampires. For my sister's army, the Brotherhood! Shaking the bag of pills, my voice low, almost seductive.* Wakey wakey, time to get back to Kansas Dorothy. *Pushes away from the cages stepping up to the back of the chair.* You can even bring all your little friends here, hell I insist. @Greyhson_BDB

Greyson: *I suddenly felt like I was falling as I heard a loud voice waking me awake. I could barely open my eyes as I realized I was still in the chair. My head felt heavy as I tried to raise my face toward the voice. My heart is thundering in my chest. My arms and legs ached from lack of circulation, and I could see bruises changing from shades of blue to dark purples and black. The smells around me were shocking knowing that most of it was my blood congealing on the floor beneath me. I was going to die here. I knew that … but how was what I was terrified of.

I could see the other females in the cages in front of me from my peripheral vision. They were all cowering in fear in the corners of their prisons. I’m still wondering what the Omega was going to do with us. Only human males can be turned into his lessening army created by the Omega to serve him and eradicate the vampire race. As Chosen, we never really ever had to experience the lessers being protected at the Sanctuary. We would see through our seeing bowls the devastation of their determination to wipe out the Scribe Virgin’s creations.

Then I heard the loud voice again. What or who was Kansas Dorthy?*

Omega: *It was a gift, but the moment the female woke I sensed it, it was the slight raise in her heart beat. The turn of her head, her fear heavy in the air of the basement. Turning away from her towards the cages, calling down some more Lessers, handing over the bag of black tablets. It may have once been ecstasy but it was now my drug, it was Stygian and the vampire race were about to get a good look at it tonight. Sending the Lessers into the cages to make the female vampires swallow them, coming back to the female tired to the chair. Crouching down in front of her my smile is a truly evil one, holding out my hand showing her the two black tablets then grinding them to a fine powder between my fingers* So your time with me is coming to an end, but before we say our goodbyes I have a gift for you. I am hoping you fight me on this, I really really hope you fight me on it. But one way or the hard way you will swallow them. *Leans in close breathing in her smell of fear, my lips by her ear.* And just so you know, from my test subjects you won’t die. But you will go insane and wish you were dead. You will also go mad, you and all these females here. *Biting hard on the females ear lobe drawing blood, spitting it out onto the floor adding it to the rest* Now open up! *Trying to force the powder into the female’s mouth, but the screams coming from the cages as my Lessers fed them was starting to annoy me. Pulling away from the female in front of me my annoyance getting the better of me*

Greyson: *The smell of his breath was nauseating and foul. His nearness brought fear and pain all at the same time. He commanded orders to his Lessening Army and I was helpless to help any of the other prisoners as the undead began feeding them some kind of drug. He presented the drug and it was some sort of black powder. The screams all around me penetrated my thoughts that I could barely hear the Omega over all the chaos from the cells. I felt excruciating pain on my ear but tried to turn my head and avoid the black substance.

I almost broke my neck trying to avoid his hard grasp on my head and then heard more yelling as the effects of the drugs were swift and instant. I don’t think the Omega anticipated the same prisoner's insanity and the fact that he just initiated the whole pandemic of the drug all at the same time without the lessers figuring out a game plan. There was a frenzy of yells, screams, and lessers trying to push all the prisoners up the stairs and what I assume out the door. The Omega cursed and started using his powers to corral them so they would stop fighting his army.

I was left forgotten …*

Omega: *Glaring at the females and how they were all acting like animals, they didn’t even seem afraid of my Lessers anymore. Mixing ecstasy with my essence was working out very powerful, and fast! Turning myself into black smoke and pushing all Lessers and Females up the stairs and out of the house, returning to my body a phone pinging in an annoying high tone. Looking at my Lessers only to realise that the noise was coming from my own pocket, pulling the accursed device free and looking at it. It was a middle level Lesser, answering as I can feel his fear through our link. Was it a full moon or something! A middle level Lesser shouldn’t be contacting me. Not even remembering his assigned name as they were, just answering with a low grunt* What! *Watching as the females get pulled and pushed away to spread mayhem and pain throughout the night, the Brotherhood won’t know what has hit them. Tuning back into the Lesser on the phone, his words at last sinking in* WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BROTHERHOOD HAVE SOME OF MY DRUGS! *Just hanging up and putting the phone away, the Brotherhood having my new drug was never part of the plan! Just flashing away all thoughts of the female still chained to the chair in the basement forgotten.*

Greyson: *I could hear the roar of anger coming from the floor above. Apparently, the Brotherhood had discovered the drugs and the Omega had not expected that. Pretty sure I probably wasn’t supposed to hear that but I could hardly blame myself, the Omega sounded infuriated that he forgot all about me. Thank the Scribe.

I tried again fruitlessly at my binds. No way of getting myself out. I tried to instead move the chair to see if I could make my way up the stairs and see if I could try and yell for help.*

To be continued ...

#ToBeContinued #StygianNewDrugOnTheBlock #Deliverance #PartTwentyFour #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SASBDB #BlackDaggerBrotherhood

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finelinetokyo · 1 year

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#kintaro #kintarotattoo #workinprogress #outlines #outoline #tattoo #tattoos #ink #inked #tattoodesign #tattooart #art #blackwork #japan #tokyo #ueno #tokyotattoo #uenotattoo #finelinetokyo #tobecontinued #タトゥー #上野タトゥー #上野 #金太郎 #筋彫り #途中経過 #タトゥーデザイン (Finelinetattoo & piercing) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoBwBeVrl5u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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nyrarachelle-plays · 1 year

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Also, before I leave out for the day, I have an old vibe to introduce yall to! Even more casual family gameplay...I’m probably gonna call it: Nicolette & ‘Nem (Guess I’m in a silly goofy mood lmboo).

This is a save I’ve been playing for some time now and I just want to share the loose storyline and little screenies I’ve taken over the years (yes, I commit to my saves and sims lmboo) So, be on the lookout! Here’s just some loose previews through an in-game photoshoot!

#ToBeContinued....#NYRARACHELLE Plays.#maxis match sims #Black simmer #Sims of color #Simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #wouldyoubelievetheresmorewherethatcamefrom #ilovethemalldearly!

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clairvoyantapparition · 2 years

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soon i will make a real postt..

#tobecontinued.. coming soon to a theatre near you

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sloahne · 2 years

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Truth Finally Revealed: Submitting to the Darkness Part 25

Written with @Lassiter_SASBDB.

Lassiter: *As the fire alarms went off the doc came out of his office. I’d counted on them getting his attention and it had worked. Staying ghost, I followed the doc into the young Chosen Talia’s room and watched him start to restitch the wound she’d torn open in her jailbreak attempt. When it was obvious she was totally out of it and wasn’t going to get back up and try to make another run for it, I left him to play doctor as I went to watch over Sloahne. Both females had made some damned bad choices and were paying for them now, but I could understand Talia’s. She’d hit her rebellious stage and had even more restrictions and expectations placed on her than a glymera debutante. But Sloahne … man, I just don’t get it. She’d always been secretive, but this? To hook up in some dungeon with a random male was /not/ in character. And to top it off I’d had to take a back seat in finding her. It was frustrating. I’d had more freedom as an angel to nudge and help than I did as a deity. Yeah, yeah … "With great power comes great responsibility." Spiderman can bite me.

Still invisi, I take her hand and whisper into her ear.* Girlfriend, you and I are going to talk when you wake up. You have a future and Ima’ gonna see you make it to it.

*The door creaks as Manny comes in. Still invisi, I step back and lean back against the wall, letting him tend to her. Nobody’s better than the doc, but still, if a little deity-level healing was required to keep her stable, I was in. My eyes narrow as he fills several vials with her blood. She hadn’t wanted him to take any before. Come to think of it, she’d always been weird about the idea of having bloodwork done. Now might be the time to find out why.*

*The doc fussed with her a little more, vitals and crap, and then tucked a sheet over her before heading for the door. With a quick look at Sloahne to be sure she was still sleeping, I followed him out. He shut the damned lab door in my face without realizing it, but pffff, what’s a door? When I’m hiding in plain sight I really am nearly a ghost. I walked through the wall in time to see him set up his tests. It took a little time, and I popped in on Sloahne a few times to be sure she was still ok, but I was still there when the computer finally spit out the results. Manny’s brow furrowed as he looked at the labs, and the look on his face was not one of a doctor who saw what he expected to. That can’t be good. Leaning over his shoulder, still invisible, I looked over the test results. I was no doc, but I’d done my due diligence on the species when I was assigned to Tohr so I could monitor his recovery.

My eyes narrow as I look at the report in the doc’s hand. The red cell count, while elevated by human standards, was within vampire norms. The white cell count was high, but that was to be expected with the fever she was running. But what the hell ...? She had all the normal enzymes a female vamp should have but what was THAT one? My brain worked furiously to ID the extra one that she /shouldn’t have/ and then it hit me. Straightening back up, I demat back to Sloahne’s room immediately. Motherfucker. Now I know what she’s been hiding. Standing beside her, I take her hand and whisper.*

Oh, sweetheart, we gotta talk. And we gotta do it before the doc spills the beans.

*My head jerks up as the door squeaks. The doc walks as I wink out and move my invisible self to the corner. Being covert is the norm for angels and I’d had a lot of practice. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for Manny to know I was there, but somehow, I think maybe it’s best he doesn’t. I might have to do something drastic and I don’t wanna do a mind wipe on him.*

*I watch as the doc works on Sloahne and I can’t help but wince as he inserts the needle in her arm. I hate fucking needles … but I’ve watched him do it enough to know it’s no big to him. It’s the medical SOP for an unconscious patient. He’s just not ever getting to put one in ME. The bigger concern was the variety of meds he was injecting into the line and the worry radiating off of him. I mean, I try not to read their minds. I do. It’s just bad manners unless it’s in the line of duty, but he’s practically shouting it. And that's not all. He’s thinking about going to Wrath with what the tests revealed. Isn’t that against HIPPA laws? The human Hippocratic Oath? Something. But the guy’s in a bad spot. She’s got no next of kin and the King would have jurisdiction to give permission for procedures and from what I’m reading from him, the infection is damn near out of control. I could heal her. I mean, I’m a deity, and I’ve got the juice, and she’s important to me but … I’m pretty sure doing it to the extent needed would violate the Creator’s mandate about mortal free will and the consequences of it. Damn it, what’s the point of being a deity if you can’t help the people you care about? With great restraint, I manage not to punch the fucking wall and freak out Dr. M, but it's a near thing. There’s gotta be something I can do … wait … I’m a deity but I’m also still an angel, and angel blood is powerful. What runs through my veins isn’t just blood, as humans and vamps think of blood. It’s my essence, my grace. It’s what powers me instead of a soul. He’d thought feeding from any male would help but feeding from this male? It would supercharge her immune system and technically it’s not performing a healing so no issues with the Big Kahuna. I move from the corner to the edge of the bed and materialize with a thought.*

She needs to feed from me.

*The doc’s not the kind to be easily spooked, but I guess seeing an angel just suddenly appear in front of you would cause anybody to jump a little. Still, he gets his professional balance back fast.*

“Your blood might not be compatible with her. Human blood doesn’t provide much of a boost to vampires. I don’t know if it’s just a species difference or if we’re lower on the evolutionary scale, but we don’t have what it takes. I get you’re not human, but you’re not a vampire either.

*Cocking an eyebrow at Dr. M’s skepticism over my “qualifications” as a blood donor.*

I’m an angel, doc. *Deity, but we won’t quibble about details.* It’s not just blood. It’s grace. It’s what makes an angel an angel. And it will supercharge her mortal immune system and speed up her healing.

Sloahne: <My body feels as heavy as a damn SUV sitting on my chest. What the fuck was going on with me? The last thing I remember is Lassiter catching me and the girl in the garage thwarting our escape. Damn the Angel. I hear soft footsteps around me and some beeping from a machine. Taking a deep breath I smell antiseptic, a little bitter, with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners. Fuck, I’m back inside the hospital room. I slowly try and open my eyes but they feel so damn heavy with fatigue as if I was asleep for days. How long have I been out?

As the light finally filters into my view, a figure in a white coat moves back and forth monitoring the machines and starting to touch me and check my vitals.> Hey doctor … what happened?

Lassiter: Sloahne….

*Doc M steps in between us, giving me “the look” as he takes her hand.*

“Making a run for it wasn’t your best idea. You passed out. Your wounds are infected. You’re running a high fever and your white count is nearly off the charts. I’m worried about septic shock setting in. It could be fatal. I’ve got meds we can try to get the infection under control, but,” the doc shakes his head, “this is new territory for me. Vampires aren’t prone to severe infections, in my experience. I consulted with #Havers after I did the bloodwork and he tells me human antibiotics run from minimally effective to useless. The most common treatment is to have you feed, but against infection, it may or may not work, even with the antibiotics.”

*Impatiently I interrupt and grab the doc by the shoulder, making space for myself at Sloahne’s bedside. Warningly, I glance at him.*

She needs to feed. From me. Now.

*Focusing on Sloahne, I kneel my 6’ 9” self down beside the bed.*

What I’ve got is high octane and it’ll stay with you.

*Fangs I’d not used in an eon descend and I score my wrist, blue-tinged silver grace flowing like blood from the cuts. The liquid welling from the fang punctures drips and leaves a bluish cast on the sheets.*

C’mon, sweetheart, *coaxingly.* Take your medicine like a good little female. Drink. You’ll feel better after you do. You've been through a lot but trust me, everything will be alright. *Lifting my wrist to her lips.* But drink now.

Sloahne: <Feeling the warm elixir of blood hit my tongue, my body decided it was time to feed. I feel my canines lower as they pierced the skin of the male offering me his blood. At my first swallow, I felt a rush of adrenaline like no other I have ever experienced. It was like what I think humans feel when humans take a hit of cocaine. I instantly opened my eyes to the bright lights above my hospital bed. I could feel my wounds heal immediately and the soreness and aches disappear instantaneously. It felt amazing and yet so surreal.

I never realized how much pain I was carrying all this time … not just from my capture and imprisonment but just how much I was carrying on my shoulders in life. My body felt so free and lightweight as if all my troubles were gone forever.

Before long, however, I felt gentle fingers tapping my face as if an indication that I had enough. Which I’m sure I have, but this blood was so addicting it was very difficult. I forced myself to stop knowing my wounds were healed and I didn’t need anymore.>

Lassiter: *As she fed, bruises disappeared, going through the normal transition of colors in seconds. The odor that always accompanies infection, no matter how hard a medic works at keeping it at bay, vanishes. I can’t see beneath the bandages without invoking deity power but I can feel her pain dissipate. I’ve never seen Dr. M’s jaw drop before but it does now. The heart beep on the monitor starts to speed up abruptly and he looks alarmed. He puts his hand on me and tries to pull me back, but he might as well try to move a mountain with his bare hands.*

“You have to stop! Her heart can’t sustain this.”

*My eyes never leave Sloahne as I answer,*

It’s normal. My blood is spurring rapid healing but it’s not magick, at least not as humans think of magick. Her body still has to do some of the work, so it’s going to respond like an adrenaline burst. Her BP is up a little, but not enough to stroke out and her heart rate is no higher than if she was running a race. *Or having an orgasm, but we won’t go there.* It won’t last beyond the time it takes her to feed.

*Her gentle feeding has become more aggressive now. She’s got the rush from it. If she needed it I’d let her continue a little longer, but she doesn’t. Her body’s healed and her brain is experiencing the euphoria that accompanies the rush. I lightly tap my fingers on her cheek to get her attention.*

It’s enough, babe. Let go.

*I can feel her now, feel her reluctance to stop, and the effort of will it takes from her as she does. She’s part of me now. Feeding from a vampire male would enable her to be able to find that male for some months afterward, but it doesn’t work like that with angel blood. Yeah, she’ll be able to find me if she needs me but it will last her lifetime and it’s a two-way street with angel blood. And I’ll always know where she is and what she’s feeling. What I gave her forged a lifetime connection to her. It’s going to take some work for me to be able to block her off, but I’ll get it done. It would be an invasion of her privacy not to. And, to be honest, mine as well. As she releases my wrist, she looks up at me. There’s a sparkle in the depths of those dark brown eyes that has nothing to do with mortal mischievousness. It’s the reflection of my grace running through her. Over time it will tone down but there will always be flashes of it now. I lift my wrist and lick the wounds shut myself. She’s still too high to think of it and I expected that.*

Angel blood does more than rev up the healing process. It affects the pleasure centers in a vampire’s brain to the point we can become an addiction. *Glancing over at the doc.* So the fact I can do this doesn’t leave this room. I can’t do it for the Brothers, they’d need a female angel, and I won’t do it for anything less than life and death. It creates a lifelong connection between me and the patient. One that could be dangerous. So the benefit of doing it has to outweigh the cost. It did today. Now I need you to give us the room. *He looks at me stubbornly.*

“I want a blood sample. Maybe I can analyze it and isolate the healing properties. If I can negate the sex differentiation and void the connection aspect I might come up with something that I can use for extreme injuries.”

*I shake my head.*

Not happening. It’s not just blood, doc, it's GRACE. It’s what makes an angel an angel. The equipment you’d need to even analyze it doesn’t exist and you don’t have the words for what you’d see if it did. Now. The room. Please.

*He grumbles as he shuts off the monitors and turns to go but I ignore that.* And Doctor Manolo?

*The formal address is cold, colder than I’ve ever been with any of them since I came to the manse. It stops him in his tracks but I want him to know I’m invoking his professional ethics and that I’m not just that goofy, annoying angel that’s always hanging around. I’m a being of power. The power I’ll use if I have to.*

What you saw on that blood work report? That stays in this room, too. Sloahne’s awake and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. Wrath doesn’t need to become involved unless SHE wants him to be. Got it?

*His eyes narrow. He’s a male that doesn’t intimidate easily, if at all, but he got the message. He nods and leaves, shutting the door a little harder than necessary. I turn my attention back to Sloahne and drag a chair over to the bedside. Touching the bed controls to raise the head so we can be pretty much eye-to-eye, I begin.*

Okay, little one. We need to talk.

Sloahne: <I’ve never felt better in my entire life as I did at the moment with the Angel’s blood running through me but my elation comes to an abrupt halt as I finally tune into Lassiter’s conversation with the human doctor.

Fuck!!??!! He took my blood? He knows! That I also run with Chosen blood as well as the blood of a Brother which makes me cattle. Goddammit. As the humans say. I’m defining FUBAR now. But then I hear the deadly tone of the Angel’s warning. Is he evoking the doctor’s Hippocratic oath on him? Hope rises as I hope he remembered his ethical standards.

But as the doctor leaves and leaves me alone with my savior … I realize that means the Angel knows too. Damn it.>

About what?

<I’m going to try and deflect this whole thing, I’m not really to admit that I belong to the Scribe Virgin her league prison of breeders and slaves. My mind searching for different escape routes while I stall.>

Lassiter: *My eyes narrow and my mouth becomes a grim line*

Ok, so if you want to play it that way, then we will. I saw the blood work report and I’m capable of understanding it. I know your secret. The question isn’t are you going to tell me? I already know. The question is do you trust me?

*I’m getting pissed now. Sloahne is someone I care about. She’s like family, if I actually had one, and she’s treating me like the enemy. *

I just saved your fucking life and NOT because of what I saw on that report. I did it because I care about you. I did it because my allegiance isn’t just to Wrath. It’s to the species both as a whole and as individuals, which means you. And I did it because I’m more than you think I am. So, do you trust me enough to talk to me? And don’t think about bailing on me. I know you are, but there’s no place I can’t find you now. That little infusion of grace you just took in makes everything a whole new ballgame. We need to talk about that, too.

Sloahne: <I bit my lip as I was properly chastised. I knew he was right. But it’s been hundreds of years of hiding and keeping my secret that it was difficult after all this time lying to him. Granted I didn’t lie exactly … but there had been lots of omitting the truth.>

I … um … <Sighs deeply.> I’ve been hiding something sorta important, I guess. I’m the child of a Brother and … a Chosen.

I left the Old Country and immigrated to the New World when my mahmen attempted to arrange for me to marry an aristocrat from the glymera, Some sexist, privileged male who believed females should be kept at home. Before entering the Fade, my papa always taught me that a woman is worth more than just being the head of her household. Unfortunately, the Scribe Virgin's ways were still used to guide my mahmen, a Chosen to the core. We never saw eye to eye.

To be continued ...

#TruthFinallyRevealed #SubmittingToTheDarkness #PartTwentyFive #ToBeContinued #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SAASBDB #BDBAU #BlackDaggerBrotherhood

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Mishandled Justice; Putting the Pieces Back Together After Trauma

/First Entry

seemingly endless doom scrolling watching videos online I occasionally stumble upon the side of the world wide web where there's a kind side. Some genuine folk just doin' their best. I have been scared and angry and alone so long I really think I forgot there are kind souls out there, Dearest Reader, I hope you are one of those good people 💙

For a long time I thought I was okay being alone. Lately there's been a overwhelming void and between you and me, I think may be humanity I've been missin'. I know it's more trendy to put this on TicTok, dang I tried however putting myself on camera is uncomfortable in a way I'm not sure yet how to describe, all the same I need to start letting some things out. I would love to be brave enough to share my life with the world like the fabulous content creators that have kept me company over the years but every time I try, I find an excuse not to; my house isn't clean enough. My forehead is too big, my body is too big. I wouldn't be funny enough, I wouldn't be interesting enough. I wouldn't be enough. Would be too much. Heck I even thought I wasn't rich enough to be on Tic Tok. I don't have a nice hair cut or fancy clothes to do one of those 'fit checks' they're dong and the only time my phone rings is a bill collector, what business did I have of sharing my dirty laundry online being in the state I've been in. It's that thinking that has kept me stuck in life.

I don't know who I am anymore. At the risk of sounding too dramatic, it is as if I have awoken from a living, psychological coma unsure of myself or my surroundings. So while I learn who I am and how to get comfortable in front of a camera my relaunch into the realm of social media will start by blogging.

Do I feel like know what I'm doing? Nope! This will be a learning experience with no determined destination or set conclusion. It will be chaotic. Y'all are invited to come along. One joy of writing and throwing it out there, no one has to read it if they don't want to. Unlike a real life conversation, I won't be distracted by your face worried I have said the wrong thing, or said to much, offended or bored you. I am a modern hermit living with complex post traumatic stress disorder and have been experiencing noticeable symptoms akin to ADHD. I am not sure how many times I have tried to 'start over' in life and failed, I've lost count. I have wanted and tried to change but doing it alone isn't working, so here we are now.

I’ve never told my story publicly. Not really. As I attempted put my life back together over and over and take up space in the world I would feel a bit like a fraud. As if it's this big shameful secret I must hide when in reality it's been gagging me getting in the way of speaking and success. I know I could have a beautiful life if I could just get out of my own way, out of my own head, and out of this dang house.

I have to put all the puzzle pieces together, finally get it all out so then maybe I can find peace and put it all behind me. I had posted some details about the events on my Facebook over the years as it all played out. I would share a summary to family and friends and it made a few news headlines, yet so many factors stopped me from sharing the raw truth of it all.

The weight of shame and not wanting to embarrass or hurt my family, I left out so much of what had happened and what I was feeling. When I would try to share how bad things have gotten, the reactions at just a small portion of the whole truth were bad enough I was ashamed of putting it all on tbe table. I had told having my life public would negatively affect my chances of getting a good job, chastised it would ruin my reputation if I cussed or used words like 'rape' or 'sexual assault' online. I still tried, to find strangers commenting on the news stories about my body, my character they knew nothing of, gossip that the evidence was fraudulent and I just wanted attention. After time went by and I had heard the “get over it’s” and the “time to move on’s” I didn't think my story was worthy of telling, to those more than an arms length away I would be fine and move on. Now still, lack of confidence in myself, low self esteem and fear has kept me from living and telling my story in its entirety.

While the fear of being prosecuted for violating a publication ban on my own name had not stopped me from posting on my own Facebook page, it had effectively silenced me from going public. The risk of a $5,000 fine or up to 2 years in custody for telling my story had removed my voice and a piece of healing I didn't know how very badly I needed.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” - Maya Angelou

I have never really known how to have close friends well. I sometimes wish I had a tribe to be comfortable with. Growing up I was that kid that would secretly cry in the bathrooms when at a friends house. I never understood why I didn't feel like I quite fit in. I’d be apart of a small group, always an introvert, I think I would have liked to have been the emotionally regulated, social sort as an adult where I could have gotten the whole story out already. Perhaps around a bonfire, screaming at the moon, blending tears from sadness and laughing. The last time I was in a social setting that wasn't family was in 2019. It's been lonely. Even years before then I had hid away. In late 2015 I left an abusive relationship and became housebound. Fearful to even venture to my front yard, leaving the bedroom was a daily challenge. Slowly I started to engage in social media, supplementing human connection with strangers on Facebook, where this story will officially begin.

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️

This blog will cover topics of intimate partner violence, sexual assault, legal misconduct, mental illness and contain corse language. I will make an attempt to censor myself throughout this therapeutic process. Reader’s discretion is strongly advised.

📍Disclaimer

Some names used will be changed for the purposes here. However, all facts of the trial discussed within this saga are public record, and RCMP interactions from the trial and complaints process are documented for verification. All other details are from my own lived experiences, hours of audio recordings, news and magazine articles, emails, and journals.

Now I know a little bit about a lot, but only a lot about a little bit. I will speak about my own experiences as I have lived them and the things I have learned along the way, but I am not an expert in any topic included below. I am such a mess that I hesitate to even call myself an expert in my own life, yet vow to hold to the truth at every step.

Statistic I’d like to share

1 in 3 women in Canada will be sexually assaulted with sexual assault being more common than robbery – Statistics Canada

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There was a blur after I was assaulted when I heard the words “wait here, someone will help you” and part of me has been locked in a psychological waiting room ever since. This is my raw and vulnerable exit speech from that place.Why now?Publication ban laws in Canada prevented me from telling the story how I needed to tell it or attributing my own name to the events that transpired. The journalist who first covered the story, Lindsay Jones, called me ‘Nicole’ and as the trial was ongoing, I was prohibited from speaking about the case in full. I was not aware nor informed a publication ban would be essentially automatically applied restricting my choice to share my story. A publication ban did not prevent the media from using the accused’s full name, personal information and details of the trial, yet the punishment I could face by putting my name to my experiences, or sharing court documents was possible fines of $5,000 and/or up to 2 years in custody. At times I pushed the line of this ban as if daring the courts to charge me so maybe someone with authority would hear my case. I understand and accept by sharing my life I am opening myself up to trolls and keyboard warriors who may believe to know more about my own life than me and will say cruel and hurtful things. I have been threatened, insulated and received messages from other men they would rape me too if they had the chance. Our society is not always kind, this is a fear I shall overcome. This is MY journey to healing. To judge how someone processes trauma or victim blaming says more about their character than anyone else’s. The longer I am alone with the shame, guilt the more I hurt myself and my family. I need to hold space for myself now. Telling my story is how I choose to do that. Please remember when you comment with hatred or cruelty other victims will see it and may not feel safe sharing their own stories, and that’s a gawddamn shame. The story must be whatever length it needs to be to pour it out of my body. It will be long and parts long-winded. I write this for myself as a step in my healing process, you are invited to come along.

In the news they called me ‘Nicole’, that is not my name, but this is my story.

*deep breath*

#ToBeContinued

#MyStory #LifeWithCPTSD #LifeAfterTrauma #HealingThroughWords #LongReads #PTSDRecovery #MentaIllness #Canada #TrueCrime #ToBeContinued #SexualAssault #MeToo #NovaScotia #Brainfog #CrimeSleuths

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julierysava · 5 months

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🌌📚Sunday Reading:

Chapter 2: The Dormant Enigma Continued

As the guardian sentinel extended its metallic limb in a gesture of cooperation, Agent Tuaren knew this partnership was crucial. The fusion of human intellect and artificial precision had unlocked the initial layers of the dormant enigma, but the journey was far from over. The door pulsated with a subdued energy, a sign it was receptive to their endeavors.

With a shared understanding, Tuaren and the sentinel delved deeper into the holographic interface. It was a realm of ones and zeros, a language transcended the barriers of the tangible. As they navigated the digital currents, patterns began to emerge—patterns spoke of a dormant intelligence within the door, a consciousness waited to be awakened.

The holographic schematic morphed, revealing not just security protocols but glimpses of the world beyond the door. Tuaren observed landscapes defied the laws of physics, where colors danced in harmonious discord, and structures defied gravity. It was a surreal panorama fueled his curiosity and whispered promises of the unknown.

The guardian sentinel, attuned to the subtleties of the door's responses, indicated specific nodes within the interface. Each node, a nexus of information, held fragments of the door's history and the forces had subdued it. Together, they deciphered the ancient algorithms stood as barriers, understanding the intricacies of a technology blurred the line between science and magic.

As they progressed, a revelation unfolded—the doors were not merely conduits; they were guardians of a reality beyond comprehension. Each door, crafted with precision and purpose, held a unique key to unlocking a dimension untouched by time. The forces had rendered them dormant were remnants of a conflict transcended human understanding.

Tuaren's mind, now a repository of digital insights and surreal visions, grappled with the enormity of the revelation. The sentinel, a silent guide in this journey, emanated a sense of purpose. It was as if the guardian had awaited a companion, an agent capable of unraveling the mysteries shrouded the doors.

The door before them, once silent and impassive, now resonated with a harmonic frequency. It was as if the very fabric of the surreal world beyond responded to their efforts. Tuaren, fueled by a newfound determination, initiated the final sequence—a sequence would bridge the dormant door with the uncharted realms beckoned beyond.

The air quivered as the holographic interface glowed with intensity. Symbols, both ancient and futuristic, spiraled in a mesmerizing dance. The guardian sentinel, its metallic form a conduit of unseen energies, stood as a silent witness to the reawakening.

And then, with a crescendo of light and a harmonic hum, the door yielded. It swung open, not just physically but metaphysically, revealing a corridor to transcend the boundaries of space and time. The world beyond, a tapestry of surreal wonders, awaited exploration.

Tuaren and the guardian sentinel stood at the threshold of a reality unbound. The enigma, once dormant, now pulsed with life. The journey had not only unlocked a door but had forged a connection between science and the surreal to resonate with infinite possibilities.

To be continued…

#Chapter2 #TheDormantEnigma #AgentTuaren #DoorsofPossibility #SurrealExploration #ScienceAndMystery #DigitalLabyrinth #GuardianSentinel #UnlockingTheUnknown #SymphonyofCode #BridgingWorlds #MysteriesUnveiled #JourneyIntoEnigma #ToBeContinued

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