Canon: Black Jewels Trilogy

[consort_sadist]

You read, and you think you understand, but you don't. No one does; no one possibly could, except for one, and you aren't him. But apparently, you like to think you are. You keep digging, and digging, and you ask questions I don't want to answer, and you get annoyed when I give you the answers that you're demanding. Well, I'm tired of it. Sick and absolutely tired.

I spent centuries waiting for Witch because I knew in my soul that I was always meant to be her lover, but you don't even try to let me find her. I'm not going to bend to your will just because you have the metaphorical pen, and I am not going to surrender to you. I fought Dorothea SaDiablo with every breath and every ounce of strength that I possessed for 1700 years, and you think I'll bend because you want me to? Think again, because it isn't going to happen. I'm a Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince, son of the High Lord of Hell, and I will not be broken.

I have my own voice; I don't need yours. Stop trying to shove it down my throat.

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[houndings]

Silken chains...are fetters despite themselves, are they not~?

[consort_sadist]

Restraints are restraints; some are easier to escape than others. It depends on the Craft woven around them in addition to the strength of the materials themselves.

[It's an honest answer. It still makes him grind his teeth.]

[houndings]

In such case, imprisonment inside another's mind. A magic nearly impervious, it seems.

[consort_sadist]

Until you have walked the roads of your own mind, trapped within yourself and lost to madness, bathed in the blood of imagined crimes, you don't know imprisonment. Until you've saved someone from that same fate by following them into themselves, losing yourself in the process, you don't know what it means to be trapped. And you never will.

[houndings]

[The Vampire just...grinned.]

Check. And mate, Midian.

[consort_sadist]

[Every conversation was a battlefield, another fight, another opportunity to leave others broken, bleeding, begging for more.

But even Daemon, with his centuries of court training and impressively skillful way of maneuvering through interactions, was unsure of just what was being said to him, and just what the stranger was certain of beating him at.]

[houndings]

Don't look so indignant, lit~tle Hell King...you are not the only one so bound.

[consort_sadist]

I'm not indignant, and I'm not a king of anything, least of all Hell.

[No, the Priest possessed that title, and the Priest alone.]

My bondage is entirely physical, and has been for a long time. But I've seen others trapped within the Twisted Kingdom, and I've tried to help them find the roads back to sanity.

It doesn't work.

[houndings]

The "Twisted Kingdom"? ...what an elegant title for such a place. I'll have to remember that one.

There are no roads, Midian. Simply chasms filled with fire, blood and death. --don't you adore the screams?

Ergh. Bedtime x_x

[consort_sadist]

[His shrug was inelegant, but accurate.]

I didn't name it, but it's accurate. There is no way back. The only screams I care for are ones caused by my hand.

If I put them in the Twisted Kingdom, I would prefer to finish the kill.

[sanguinarius]

Oh, they will delight in asking question after question after question, never satisfied, never deterred.

[consort_sadist]

You'd think that, after so many years without it, I would lose my desire for privacy.

[It sounds like he's joking, except that his face is a blank mask, suppressing and hiding so much pain.]

[sanguinarius]

I don't believe the desire ever dies. I've certainly fought to keep my own.

[consort_sadist]

Then it's likely that we'll be fighting until the day we die to keep it, isn't it.

[No, he doesn't look thrilled about that.]

Ahhhhhhhhhh! Daemon!!!

[diana_abel]

The mun thingies are like that sometimes. You learn to live with them.

Better than the alternative, anyway.

:> ...Sorry for taking so long to get back to you. Busy week. :|||

[consort_sadist]

I could just beat his face in until he stops bothering me.

[He doesn't actually look like he's kidding.]

Sadi is so worth the wait!

[diana_abel]

Um...aside from the fact that I don't really think violence is the answer...I'm not sure that would work, dude.

I'm giddy that you think so :D

[consort_sadist]

It might, actually. He seems fond of his face.

Loved those books

[diana_abel]

I get the theory, but I'm not sure the physics really pan out.

Is that right? Physics? Or is it geometry? I'm not so much with the science-y stuff.

Anyway...yeah...sorry you're being all bothered and stuff.

I just finished re-reading :D

[consort_sadist]

[grumble grumble]

I'm not sure what it is, but it's a point of frustration that I have to bow down to another gutter-whoring son of a whoring bitch.

I toyed around with picking up a muse for a little while...

[diana_abel]

A little harsh, but you know him better than I do, I guess.

I'm Diana, btw. Diana Abel.

Anyone in particular?

[consort_sadist]

Daemon Sadi. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady.

Karla...

[diana_abel]

Lady? I don't know if I'd go that far...

[blackjewels]

Daemon...?

Are you sick? You look pale.

[consort_sadist]

It's been a hard day, my Lady.

[It's quiet, barely audible even to himself.]