Sassy in waiting (2022-24)

  After using her ability to command demons, Serena was unable to use her healing ability on herself or others. Continuous use of Demon Command also took a heavy toll on her body, and after only a few days back in Adornia, she was shaking after training. It took serious effort for her to walk back to her room and draw her bath. She knelt by the porcelain tub, pale and panting, shivering with the effort it had taken for her to merely put in the plug, turn the tap, and add her bath salts and bubbles. (She always had to have bubbles these days, thick and foamy and fully opaque.) Her hair had started losing its colour, going from soft sandy blonde to an almost greyish shade; her eyes, too, were turning grey from their usual teal. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦,  she thought firmly to herself. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰. That thought alone gave her strength. Or at least, the shaking slowed and she could breathe properly. She thought about calling Lachlan to

  -Basically the prelude- The road was dark heading out towards the estate where after leaving the bar Johnny had told Luke and Dallas he'd meet them. Continue the party right? And frankly as he and Serena had made it out to the truck he was definitely still acting his normal self enough to get away with climbing into the drivers seat. He'd done a line right before and it had been a enough to make him at least feel sober enough to drive. Though what he hadn't counted on was something being put in his drink, or Serena's. Now out on the road he was starting to feel, woozy, weird, and even Serena had gone a little less talkative. Shaking his head a bit to try and fight it off he moved to reach for a cigarette from the middle console when… the steering wheel had slowly began to shift to the left. Eye's darting up fast he only just noticed they were swerving in time for the oncoming car to honk loudly. Lights damn near blinding in his face before they impacted and all to

  While recruiting for the Vylian army, something happened that had never happened before. Everything Serena tried to repress, every unpleasant thought and emotion she'd tried to bury under a layer of hope and forgiveness, bubbled to the surface. Quicker than a blink, the black aura emanating from her deepened and spread, suddenly covering all of the Dark Forest. Her eyes burned from teal to fathomless black, and her angel feather burned a glowing black beneath her dress. It burned, but this time, she didn't scream. She welcomed the burning, and the range of the dark mist doubled. An intricate illusion of black-feathered wings with sharp, bladelike teal tips unfurled, leaving the whole of her spine, especially near her shoulders, burning as if in a continuous fire. The feathers burst away, revealing bat-like wings with teal-tipped claws. They appeared to beat the mist out in greater quantities, deepening the black so that nothing could be seen for miles. The most power she'

   "NOW THIS...... Gives me a fucking boner!!!" ~Vaemond   Serena : You like weapons, too!? You should see my weapons cache!   "Yeah? Well quit holdin out on me then" He replied a bit smartly as he picked up the heavier one and mockingly aimed off in the direction Daemon and Trent were way across the way before lowering it again.   Serena grinned and took his hand, then led him out and down to her house... which happened to be right next door to Trent's. She unlocked the door and then went to her old room, where the basement door was located, and unlocked that too. Stepping down five steps, she clapped twice and a bright white light illuminated the basement, where a glorious collection of weapons and preserved food awaited. Everything was neatly organized, labelled in Mandarin. "Come on down!" she called to Vaemond as she descended. She's read him the labels when they hit the bottom.   "Wait... Wait .... Fuck .." As she went pulling him h

 -L.A, First of a weekly month and a half Halloween Festival in the park. -5:00 P.M -Laenor’s P.O.V "Run away! That's what your solution is for this! Do you not think I can protect you from Daemon!!? Do you not trust me!!!?" Pain addled the males voice, a bit of a tear forming within his eye as he looked at the other male. Who, had just confessed they were out here because he was to kill him. How could he!? After everything they'd been through! And how could Daemon!!!? If he wanted Rhaenyra so badly why did he not simply… take her! Well, to say that situation did not go well, would have been an understatement but just when it had begun to heat up, and he'd thought surely the other meant to go through with it after all. Eye's shooting open Laenor lay beneath the a table, he could tell by the skirts that hung in front of him. Voices drifted from every direction, some sort of music playing in the background in an eerie manor. Slowly moving to curiously crawl from

 -Los Angeles, Somewhere in a not so good area. -12:43 P.M -Corlys P.O.V One moment, canons had been going off outside, he had been able to hear it from within the small cell though for the most part he'd been in such a state he was hardly mentally there. Detaching from his own situation enough to keep breathing and ignore the ache of hunger in his belly and his stiff limbs, that every breath sent pain shoot through his core from the rib fractures, and lastly that he was indeed likely to face death soon if Daemon and Rhaenyra did not prevail. However at some point, as his dark hues finally moved to follow a small roach scampering across the floor he felt a hard jolt. Like some sort of energy had struck him from behind. Gods be damned it certainly felt like a stab in the back, everything around him like he was having some sort of a black out, or seizure then suddenly, his eyes were opening and he was laying on his back. Somewhere hard at this, even the floors of the prison had not b

 ~L.A outside of it at whatever military base lazy -4:00 A.M -Vaemond’s P.O.V   One moment he was being shoved down and forward. His eyes burning like fire up into Daemon's as he struggled against those holding him tightly. If Daemon wanted his head, he'd be damned if he made it easy!! Fuck this blonde-haired sprite and his traitorous bitch of a wife!!! Then as the blade had just cut into his neck a sudden shock hit him. Body jolting hard, it felt like some sort of wicked spell, his body was on fire from head to toe and then…. Nothing … but a cold wind blowing over his features. The smell of the ocean thick in the air and it was sweet. Was this what death was like? What had he been so afraid of!? Ever so slowly his dark hues opened to stare up at the moon that shown bright and full within the sky. Wait, the sky looked so, strange. Slowly willing himself to moving he pushed up slowly from the ground, his eyes soon spotting the MASSIVE thing next to him. Dark green as the forest

 -L.A, The Middle of one of the massive over passes -1:00 A.M -Daemons P.O.V Gnashing, biting, it took everything in him to grasp onto Caraxes, eyes widening for the briefest moments as he heard the creatures screams in anger pain upon the larger Dragon getting ahold of his throat. Gods be damn, talk about along for the ride, it was like a vicious bloody dance above the clouds. Vhagar attempting to shove the red Dragons downward and Caraxes screaming and clawing like a bat out of hell. At one point a jerk in the saddle left Daemon hanging from his foot one of Caraxes feet accidentally kicking back into him. Hands clawing at the straps to pull himself up he tried to hang on as best he could. Then all to suddenly it felt as though he'd suddenly taken a blow to head. Letting out a pain scream he was suddenly all to aware he was suddenly laying on hard ground, loud sounds rushing by him. Light purple hues opening in confusion he was soon scrambling up and pausing back from the strange

   Trent to Butcher: "This seat's open!  😁 "   Earbuds in Butcher was a shade of annoyed looking as he moved to take his coffee from the barista. Honestly he might not have seen Trent, or even heard him had he not nearly ran into a random Corpo agent looking fuck, who was honestly the size of a boulder. "Watch where you're going kid!" The older man snapped and glared enough that even with the old school metal blaring in both ears Butcher hadn't even had to hear him to get the point and he shot a glare after the other male. Then turning he finally spotted Trent, about the same time as he'd been speaking. Shit... Moving to take his earbud out he sort of look dumb for a second "Huh?"   Trent's grin widened as Butcher acknowledged him. "I said, this one's open. Come sit with me  😁 "   "Oh I .." he paused as if debating and reached to touch something near the back of his ear for a moment he noted it wasn't to la

 Nate to Royce: "Didn't know anyone else was in here."   Shit! That fucking door! He really needed to change the damn locks sometime soon because this was getting annoying. Luckily though he'd merely been checking his new hardware, that had gotten infected now twice. Dropping his shirt and tossing the bloodied gauze into the trash he shot a glare towards Nathaniel. "Yeah well.... Someone was in here. Move." He half growled to the other male who was currently in the doorway of the bathroom..   "That looks nasty. Do you need any help?" Nate asked. He wasn't exactly accustomed to helping other people, but it was considered polite to ask, regardless of how rude this guy was being.   "You a fuckin ripperdoc now to? Or a doctor even?" Royce snarked rather immediately as he glanced over his shoulder long enough to glance at Nathaniel then moved to kick a rolling stool that sat at the back of the massive garage over closed to a rather tall lo