#that one quest chain in the circle of despair too like this part of the game is dark af

[loremastering]

The way the tale of earnur and his knights fates messes me up everytime I do the black book of Mordor

[laceymorganwrites]

Your weapon

Word count: 2,087

Pairing: Zeldris x fem!goddess!reader x Meliodas

Warnings: threesome, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (both receiving), slight dubcon

A/N: I don´t know how it ended up like this, this whole thing is a mess 

Purgatory was the last place one would think about when being on the quest to find love.

Well, you weren´t really on a quest, you just wanted to prove your mother wrong who told you you couldn´t be loved. You doubted you yourself could love.

But here you were, running away from ´home´ and escaping the tortures your mother did to you.

You weren´t a goddess anymore, your mother modified you into a monster.

Her intent was to produce the perfect weapon to obliterate the demon race, so naturally she used her own daughter to experiment on.

She used all sorts of magic to make your emotions disappear, she injected you with demon blood and did other horrible things to you so that you would satisfy her need for war, destruction and despair.

You experienced the first sign of happiness when you let yourself get caught by one of the princes of purgatory, Zeldris.

He had a proud smile on his face as he chained you up in the dungeon prison, he thought he caught the weapon, not the broken girl.

You couldn´t really blame him, instead you felt a wave of relief coming over you as you stood a midst the cold brick walls.

“Thank you” you tried to smile at him, if felt weird, you never smiled before but it felt like an instinct, if felt right to do when you were happy.

Zeldris frowned.

“If you try to pull anything, me and my family will kill you” he stated without any emotion.

“Thank you” you said again, leaving him confused and infuriated.

It was finally over, you were free, and should you fall into your mother´s hands again, they would end you.

Everything was going to be alright, you could rest assured.

Soon another prince was getting you out of the cell to bring you to the demon king, he wanted to be sure of your intent.

You knelt down in front of him and waited until he told you to speak.

“My mother sent me to exterminate your race, however that is not my intention. I want to thank you for saving me. I don´t wish to ever return to her, she´s a cruel woman” you told him, you didn´t know how you could speak so freely. Your mother would never let you, you were scared that she would hear you now somehow and scold you, but she didn´t come, everything was silent.

Peace.

It was the first time you experienced inner peace.

“I understand. You are allowed to walk freely” the demon king told you, making you bow your head in gratitude.

The castle was huge, but you didn´t realize you got lost, everything was so great and impressive.

You opened a door and hot steam hit your face, blinking a few times you realized you just stumbled into the bathroom where Meliodas was taking a bath.

He didn´t notice you at first, you stood silently in the doorway, not knowing what to do.

Should you just close the door and leave? But it was so nice and warm, you wondered how the water felt.

“Do you want to get in?” Meliodas asked you as he noticed you.

You nodded, slowly closing the door and entering the bathroom.

Fumbling with your clothing, you allowed yourself into the warm water. Usually you only splashed yourself with cold water to get clean, the thought of taking a bath to relax never once crossed your mind.

As you sunk into the water, a sigh of relief left your mouth as you closed your eyes, just enjoying the moment.

Meliodas´ eyes scanned your body, hunger blurring his thoughts. You were beautiful, he found it hard to control himself around you.

The demon inside of him told him to kill you at sight, but the bigger part of him told him to make you his.

“Thank you” you said, meeting his gaze and letting your arms rest beside you, you were on full display for him now.

Meliodas didn´t even try to cover up the fact that he was staring at your tits, he was so fixated on them that it was hard to hold back from touching them.

“For allowing me shelter...I don´t know if you realize this, but your family saved me” you explained after a little silence.

“And what do you have to offer as a sign of your gratitude?” he husked, his demonic aura taking over and darkening his eyes.

“I could become your solider and fight my clan with you” you stated, pledging your loyalty to the demon clan.

Meliodas smirked and put a wet strand of your hair behind your ear, the water droplets form his body fell down on yours and pearled down your flesh, he followed them intensely with his hungry eyes.

“Didn´t my father make it clear already that you fighting days are over? You´re gonna have to come up with a better way to show your gratitude” he purred, his eyes resting on your tits.

You thought about his words for a while in silence, the air around you was hot, the steam from the water rising up and making you dizzy.

“I have nothing to offer you… I only exist to fight, it´s the only thing I´ve ever known” you answered after a while, it frustrated you, suddenly you became hyper aware of yourself. You wanted to be your own person.

“I think you´re offering me quite a bit right now” he darkly smirked at you and you tilted your head in confusion.

“I...I don´t understand” you quietly admitted, furrowing your brows and helplessly looking at him.

His smirk widened, you were such an innocent one… he´d love to corrupt you.

Meliodas got awfully close to you and still wore that lustful smirk as he whispered in your ear how gorgeous your body was.

“You think so? I never put much thought into it… the only thing I needed this body for was to fight” you reckoned.

“You missed a lot of fun things you could do with it then. Do you want me to show you?” he husked into your ear to which you subconsciously nodded.

You had to admit you were quite curious.

Your breath hitched when Meliodas got even closer to you, you could feel his hot breath on your skin, wet strands of his hair fell in his face and droplets of water glistened on your skin.

A moan escaped your lips when his lips met the skin of your neck, it wasn´t soft.

No, Meliodas violently sucked on your neck, growling and leaving marks.

Though you didn´t mind, pain was a foreign concept to you and you felt something new with this… something exciting.

At the same time his hands found your boobs, squishing them rather roughly, enjoying the feel of hot skin.

His mouth wandered from your neck to your throat, then below to your collarbones and finally he had your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and gently nibbling on it. Meanwhile with his other hand he pinched your other nipple between two fingers and circled it between them.

The feeling was overwhelming and you couldn´t quite control your body as you let out a rather loud moan.

Meliodas´ demonic aura was evident as Zeldris entered the bathroom, having heard your moan even downstairs.

“What the hell are you doing, brother? You´re hurting her” he called out and glared at him, trying his hardest not to stare at your beautiful bare form in front of him.

“She can´t feel pain anymore, it doesn´t matter. Besides, she´s not complaining. Why don´t you join us?” his tone was bitter, but he could see how badly his little brother wanted to have you as well.

Zeldris hesitantly undressed and let himself sink into the warm water next to you.

His eyes gazed over your skin, taking in the bruises his brother left.

Hesitantly he came closer to softly kiss each and every one of them, pulling you closer to him, his arm resting around your waist.

He pulled away for an instance and locked eyes with you before locking lips.

His gaze was so full of emotion you couldn´t read but would understand eventually.

And his kiss… it made you feel things you never did before, it was like the rush of going into battle, but so much more intense. And so much more… safe.

When his tongue touched yours, you felt a rush going to your middle and held on tighter to him.

While Zeldris was making out with you, Meliodas came up behind you to leave more marks on your neck and to caress your ass.

You felt yourself subconsciously grinding against his length as you flung your arms around Zeldris neck to deepen your kiss.

Soon Zeldris scooped you up to sit you down on the brink of the bath, his hands resting on your legs, softly tracing them over your skin.

“I´m sorry for the way I treated you before, I´m gonna make up for it now” he gently said and looked up at you before spreading your legs.

Somehow his words left an anticipating feeling in your stomach and you watched in awe as he started licking up your entrance.

Zeldris was so concentrated, sucking on your clit gently and awakening new sensations in your body.

He had to hold your legs down because they started shaking so much.

But that didn´t stop him from continuing his work as he dove his tongue into your pussy, immediately pressing it against your g-spot.

You felt your hips buck against his face, craving more.

The friction already drove you crazy and you didn´t quite know how to react to all these new feelings and sensations, however your body reacted on its own and you couldn´t hold back your moans and mewls.

You never wanted this feeling to stop and it got even better once he added his fingers, moving them in and out of you at a rapid pace.

Meanwhile he came up again and kissed you passionately, you returning it in the same way.

“I-I want to please you too...” you breathed out after you separated for air.

Zeldris blushed deeply at your boldness but couldn´t deny you, so he now took your place and sat down on the brink of the bath.

“I´m also not done with you yet” Meliodas called out and made you bend over,  placing a knee between your legs and spreading you open.

You felt a rush of excitement go through you as you felt his length press up against you, entering you in one swift move.

A cry of pleasure left your lips and you leaned down over Zeldris´ cock to circle your tongue around his tip.

He sucked in his breath at that and gripped your hair, whimpering as you continued and now put it in your mouth to suck on it.

Meliodas meanwhile slammed his hips into yours unapologetic roughly and that way you were forced to take Zeldris deeper into your mouth.

Saliva was dripping down his cock, coating it and he moaned loudly, your own moans only adding to his pleasure.

You could hear Meliodas´ low growls and grunts from behind you, the way he gripped your ass tightly and used you to his own pleasure was exciting beyond belief.

And then there was Zeldris who looked at you with such emotion in his eyes, something so pure and warm, it was like a flame that wouldn´t burn you. Something you never experienced before. The way he ignited said flame inside of you, in such a different way than his brother did.

Meliodas made you dizzy with pleasure but Zeldris made you fuzzy with feelings.

And as the realization hit you that what you were feeling could possibly be love, you let a wave of pleasure overcome you.

Meliodas still pushed in and out of you throughout your orgasm until he came inside of you, his cum leaking and dripping out of you while Zeldris came in your mouth, you tried to swallow it all, but it was too much and so some of it drizzled down your chin.

Meliodas pulled out of you and you also let go of Zeldris to catch a breath.

“You did well” Meliodas smirked and left you two alone.

Zeldris held your collapsed form and cradled your back while you gazed up at him with tired eyes.

He proceeded to wash your body gently, cleansing it and kissing your marks again.

[childrenofathoria-rp-blog]

◆Out Of Character Information◆

Name/Age: Lash / 25 Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Timezone:  EST Desired Character: Jade Nicoline

◆Character Information◆

(1)  What pronouns will your character be using? Would you like to list their sexuality at this time?:

Jade is male but I felt like his nature is to be free. This being said I expect he is fine with whatever people perceive him to be. HE can appear both feminine and masculine at times so it really depends on the occasion.

As far as his sexuality, I feel that he holds a fascinating for undefined beauty. He is attracted to beautiful things, beautiful people. He judges the inner realm of beauty and given his experiences I feel like he is an excellent judge of a person’s aura.

With all this being said I plan to write him with they/them and he/him…..if this makes sense.

(2)  Any changes or comments? (you might want to change their age, their faceclaim, or maybe a small piece of their history, any alias names. Please read our rules on FC changes before asking for one)

FC: JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER -- APPROVED

Since he is male, would it be possible to refer to his given name as Jaden but have him go by Jade.  I know in the past that Jade was portrayed as a female but I love this idea of an androgynous male approach. -- APPROVED

(3) Why this character? (briefly tell us why you picked this character)

Nature is a beautiful environment. I love the idea of portraying a mortal being enthralled by their surroundings on such a spiritual level. There is a piece in the bio about when they moved to the city and how it was so foreign and scary. I can totally relate to that feeling of too much noise and chaos, preferring a quiet life myself. The part that really snared me in to this bio was the conflict of their magic use. Jade is selfish and by all rights deserves to be with what they have been through, however Exploring the effects on their conscious in regards to their survival.  Jade sees the world in the eyes of a nature. A bear will attack anyone who threatens her cubs. Jade will do whatever it takes to protect their business. The circle of life does not only involve peace but a medley of birth life and death. If one accepts good they must accept some form of evil, therefore there is a wealth to be gained by living in the grey area. They justify it by the law of the land rather than the law of man.  There is a certain amount of respect for anyone who rises from the ashes of fear and despair to create something good. It doesn’t matter the means in which it was created but the fact that the past taught them how to survive and prosper. (But seeing how this is athoria…..How long with the prosperity really last for the bee keeper?)

(4) Interpret this character: (give us 2 or 3 solid paragraphs (the more the better!) of how you would play this character. Please make sure this interpret is different from any of your interview answers below (nothing duplicated). Some examples: What are some headcanons or troupes you have for them? What type of quests would you like to take your character on in this game? Talk about their supernatural abilities. Tell us about their clan and their role in their clan. How do they fit into their surroundings? Talk about their connections in-game. What are their viewpoints on the monarchy? How do they get along with other supernaturals? Talk about past history of Athoria and how it might contribute to the plot. Etc.)

The setting: Jade’s thoughts on the Latest events

Jade keeps to themselves for the most part but as Athoria changes there is a threat brewing that is beyond their control. All sorts of mysterious occurrences find their way to Jade’s doorstep in one form or another, a warning of things to come? Jade sees the threat in an array of violent ends. The event in Leeds alone was frightening enough. The business was running on borrowed time, magic harnessed to propel them into prosperity. Jade anxiety is on high alert. What will these events mean for their Coven? Can they hide forever or will they have to involve themselves?  I believe Jade slips into deep thought about such things, perhaps even experiences panic attacks triggered by the potential of losing what they have worked so hard for.

Theo: Why Jade is so Triggered?

Those memories of Brailston are ones that Jade wishes to place deep in the past. If they could sever them forever they would. Lord Theo is a reminder of that life, that city, and the helplessness that they never wish to feel again. Trapped, cornered, caged; those fears are embodied in the walls of Brailston. Jade doesn’t speak about it but the mannerisms are more than enough to clue others in on the trauma buried within. If Jade sees the man they will slip into silence as they relive the madness. The life of slaving away for the debts of their father was made more difficult at the hands of theo. Maybe not intentionally but the heavy taxes increased the amount of stress in the entire house. Each person was willing to do whatever it took to get out, to escape. Jade had to do many things they would not normally do just to survive the years there. Theo is a reminder of those unnamed deeds.

The Secret Life of Bees: Jade’s relationships

Jade tends to keep within the Coven, their family. Others that have met Jade seem to be put off at first but that is because of their past. Building a working relationship is not easy without magic to quicken deals and make them feel “at home”. Jade likes making people see the beauty around them if only in the form of sampling honey.

Jade finds it difficult to speak at first. They are awkward. Their eyes piercing into anyone straying too close. If it were not for the quality of their honey no one would dare to stray down that beaten path and approach. Once the ice shatters and deals are made there seems to be some sort of appeal that keeps them coming back.

               The Bees: Jade finds the hymns of busy bees relaxing and they are the only living things to hear of their experiences in Brailston. Jade enjoys their company.

               Carter Perkins: They require honey and they pay well but it is the demeanor that really inspires Jade to do business with them. Their brief dealings always leave Jade with a smile.

The Coven: Jade’s new family.

Fleeing Brailston felt like nothing they had ever experienced. One could not know true freedom until they had been shackled down. It was beautiful until the breath ran out and Jade was at the crossroads. Go home or start anew. The anxiety was not cured at the dropping of their chains. Jade suffered post-traumatic stress. Their magic was nearly uncontrollable from the years of being pinned up in that house. It was the Coven who found them lost and scared. It was the Coven who ministered to their needs and pulled them out of the pit they had fallen into.

The very same coven taught them much about themselves. Jade discovered abilities and peace. Matilda was as a mother in many ways. They knew Jade needed guidance and without hesitation they offered it. For this Jade has forsaken their old family for Matilda and her Coven.

Jade was very pleased to receive their necklace and take up arms with the Coven. When traveling with the Coven or during ritual practice they wear a mask shaped from bone and dyed to resemble a Peregrine Falcon but it is hidden out of sight when not needed. Jade’s objective is to branch out and blend with society.

Good Versus Evil: Jade’s Journal

Every being has a will and a desire. Jade has seen the darkest sides of humanity and they have seen the kindness. Jade fully believes it is not their place to judge the actions of another. Good is subjective as well as evil. It is balance that keeps everything in check.

Observation of Nature has taught Jade many lessons about humanity. In the eyes of the deer, a human is evil for taking it’s very life but in the humans eyes they are only trying to survive. All these thoughts are written in a journal Jade keeps religiously. They err on the side of philosophy, longing to understand the method behind the actions. They are concerned with the reason rather than the act.

“I fled the city without hesitation. I longed for subtle silence, a calm peace. I needed to rekindle the quietness of my youth and so I set out to surround myself with nature, to discover a reason behind my captivity that might bring closer to my continuous blight. Instead I discovered the selfishness of man through the observation of nature. The endless circle of life and death existed before me and it will exist after. I observed birth and death with childlike wonder. Nature gives death meaning, a purpose. Therein lies the most disheartening realization. “ – excerpt from Jade’s Journal

Familiar: Peregrine Falcon (Aja)

Symbolizes: success, victory, and rising above a situation. I believe this fits Jade very well

The Omen: When you see a hawk it is said to be an omen from the divine. It signals a time in life when one needs to focus on the road ahead and prepare for a leadership role.

QUESTS:

Exploring the cities: The Coven has intentions to put feelers out into the surrounding cities. (At least that is my interpretation based on reading the covens page) I also want put put Jade back in Brailston at some point. Jade is reluctant to traverse so far into the hellish memories of Brailston. The city life is not for them. It induces panic at the very least. Matilda (If we ever get her in game) has inspired Jade to face those fears. Realizing that they need to cope to accomplish their duty as a mage in their coven. I don’t think Matilda is forcing this but Jade wants to make her proud. So having Jade venture out of that familiarity is a plan I have. The more of the world they see the more opportunities for advancing the development. It will also allow for much drama stemming out of their Traumatic Experiences.

Vera: It mentions the werewolf as a childhood friend. I would love to expand on this as far as writing with NPCs

Meeting other Gifteds outside of their coven.: I want to throw Jade into a bigger world. Seclusion has only offered up one thought process. I want them to see other areas of the gifted.

◆ Interview Questions

(1) Question One: What’s the worst weather you’ve ever produced? Was it on accident or purpose?

She was truly curious of my abilities. I could sense it in the way her eyes widened. Apparently weather manipulation is quite the feat. A smile graced my features, lips parted slightly as I spoke, “define worst. In nature weather is natural, full of purpose….” I wave my hand around in emphasis but I know what she’s getting at.

“how convenient for your business.”

Her smile matched my own. I felt like a diamond in the rough.

“It works out in my favor.” I did feel guilty but my work was far less devastating than the plagues humanity had brought on themselves with tainted magic. Maybe I was dancing a fine line but there are worse things I could do with the power. “I once caused a frost to throw off a competitors worker bees. I then purchased his colony and combined them into mine. I paid more than what the bees were worth”  As if that justified it. My seclusion and my control of weather had my hive flourishing.

(2) Question Two: Are there any other raw ingredients from nature you find easy to work with?

“Besides honey?” I snickered at her question. I could sell honey for anything. It was such a versatile product. It has an indefinite shelf life and could be used for a number of things, like healing.

“Comfrey reduces iflamation, Cadendula contains masses of antioxidants, and Plantain leaves help keep my skin soothingly flawless.” I grinned. Years of botanical experimentation led me to great discoveries.

“I noticed your hands when you shook mine.” She remarked in a way that had my mind spiral back to our first meeting. I looked down for a moment as the memory flooded my mind. My hands were cracked and bleeding, marred from years of hard work. Repulsive. I blinked knowing full well she had purposefully led me into confronting the memory. She believed coping would cure my irrational anxieties, make me more valuable to infiltrate the cities surrounding our secluded Oak.

“You have not accepted the past I see.”

No, I remained in silence until she gracefully stood to her feet and made her way to leave me to suffer in my own devices.

The past never dies and I was in no shape to bury it.

◆Writing Sample:◆

The feel of the string against their fingers, the smell of the fall foliage hanging in the breeze; it was everything they had striven to preserve. The sound of the bow as it obeyed the pull of the string was music to their ears. This instrument accompanied the best musicians of nature. This was their life, living free among the freest. Striving to be at peace and to forget the past but that was far easier said than done. Jade fought back the onslaught of a memory. The finest of clothes came from the hide of kills. Hides fashioned into fancy clothes and leathers for those with a heavy purse. Jade was allotted rags then, dirty cloth unfit for use. Their eyes narrowed, focused on the vital area rather than the anger within. Anger was the avenue of chaos and chaos bred imbalance. Aiming for the kill with purpose, Jade released. The arrow flew true into the vitals of the stag. It grunted, kicked its back legs and sprinted into the underbrush. Fleeing the scene; running from those who might harm them, the stag did not know that hope was lost.  Jade knew then that the death would be quick but the animals always fought hard, running on borrowed time instead of lying down to die. Jade believed it to be noble to strive until the bitter end. That very philosophy had gotten them further than any other logic.

Observation was the key. In Brailston they would pass by hundreds of people with ashen faces, the faces of those who were waiting to die rather than living to face death.  A vow forged itself then. It was a promise that no matter how bad it got, Jade would fight until death. The days turned to years that shook the grounds of his promise.  It was hard then but it got better after they found their home, their peace. Though nights come that still leave the mage with trembling nightmares, triggered by the events left unspoken. Even then they knew for certain that the end of their sentence would come. Day after day until the debt was repaid. They planned it at first as a child believes all things are short. It would only be for a little while. That’s what their mother had said. The promise shattered over many years until the day they stepped out past the walls of Brailston. Jade never looked back and neither did the stag.

Blood droplets coated the leaves and trees. A loud crash signified the end of a life and the beginning of a purpose. Finding the kill, Jade knelt by his side. They whispered thanks and gave the blessing, a ritual. This kill would feed and clothe them. Everything would find a purpose. Jade slipped their falcon mask from their brow. It was unusually warm for fall. Perhaps their manipulation had gone too far. The animal was still clinging to life. It was beautiful in its death. Jade ministered to his labored breaths, laying a hand upon its wounded side. “Your sacrifice is great.” They whispered as they cradled its head in their lap. “It will be over soon. There cannot be new life for your sons and daughters. You have lived many years and now it is their turn.” Jade spoke soft words of comfort. Death was never easy to behold but it was still beautiful. They hoped their own death would be with so much purpose. “I will use your offering, I appreciate what you give. “ The last breath was strained yet poetic. The respect seemed mutual as it should be. The reason they preferred the company of his like-minded companions. “Live free and die well brother.”