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Descent into Darkness	By : LadyPhryxus Category: G through L > Legend Views: 3927 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Preface

The morning sun, harkening a new spring morning, seemed to enliven Lily at the breakfast table. She hummed to herself happily “turn light to diamonds when I look in my true love’s eyes…” She looked up as she spread herbed butter over a piece of toast and smiled at her sister, Violet who was drinking black tea and reading, as usual.
Their mother, Lily’s step mother, always said the two were like Rose Red and Rose White. Lily was wild and raucous, like Rose Red, and preferred to spend the day out of doors in the forest that bordered the castle grounds. Violet was like Rose White, calm and demur, preferring to lounge in the library reading and scribbling away in her leather bound journals. Both girls were beautiful – Lilly tall and fair with long, dark ringlets and eyes that spoke of sunshine and honey; Violet was much smaller and rounder with a heart shaped face and straight raven hair. Her own eyes were more akin to deep lakes or twilight horizons with dark blues and lavender.
“You should come out with me today. I’m going down to the meadow. Jack has promised me a surprise.” Lily grinned and blushed as she confessed she was to see her beloved. Violet was the only one in the house that she would admit it to.
Violet looked up from her book, a small volume that explained a theory of how plants feed on sunlight. She took a moment to consider her sister’s offer and shook her head. “No, you and Jack have fun and don’t get caught doing something you shouldn’t be.” Her voice was soft and young but her tone was serious and melancholy, as usual.
Lily shrugged and passed the buttered toast to her sister and got up. “I’m going to head out.”
“Aren’t you going to breakfast?” Violet asked, holding out the toast.
“No,” Lily grinned again, “I’m too excited. I’ll grab an apple or something while I’m out. Are you sure you won’t come? Jack’s surprise is going to be very special.”
Again, Violet shook her head and watched her sister pass out of their private breakfast nook. With a sigh, she took a bite of the toast and wondered at her older sister. They were only 2 years apart and yet, it always seemed that Violet was years older than Lily. Lily was heir to the throne, unless Violet’s mother could somehow produce a male child after nearly two decades of trying. Their father, the king, seemed to be in denial that his daughter would ever inherit the throne and let her run wild as much as she wanted.
Violet, on the other hand, knew that there would be a day when Lily would have to give up her desires to run wild in the forest all day with the young prince of the fae and woods. She would have to be Queen, marry a prince of some allied kingdom, and try and produce male heirs of her own. It wasn’t the life either girl wanted but Violet had a good head on her shoulders and wasn’t one to make fancy of her own life. She dreaded the day their father learned of Jack and Lily and of when the fight would ensue about Lily’s future.

Finishing breakfast, Violet wondered briefly what Jack’s surprise was. She knew that come eventide, Lily would return and they would sit in her room in from of a fire and Lily would regale Violet with the whole story. This was a normal ritual for them. Lily would come home and tell her younger sister of her adventures. Sometimes she had other stories too, told to her by Jack, of fae and sprites, goblins and pixies. Violet sometimes wrote these down in her journals, finding them adventurous in a safe, scholarly way.
One night, not but 2 months ago, Lily came home in her normal air of dishevelment and wildness with flowers and leaves in her hair the way some princesses wear gemstones and gold. She took Violet to her chambers and told her in breathless tones that she and Jack had finally made love.
Violet had been horrified by her sister’s statement. “You’re mad aren’t you?”
Lily was disappointed by her sister’s reaction. She had expected awe or congratulations or, at the very least, shock but not reprimand.
The two fought for the first time in whispered hisses. Violet was afraid for Lily’s sake. “If father finds out, he’ll send you to a convent!”
“He won’t find out unless you tell him,” Lily retorted vehemently. She suddenly wondered if she could trust her younger sibling.
“I won’t tell him, but what if someone saw you? What if your doctor finds out? They can figure these things out you know. Or what if you become with child? Why would you risk this? Father will send you away or marry you off to some court lad with his eyes on the throne and willing to keep a secret for it.”
“I’ll just run away if that happens,” Lily said, decidedly. “I’ll live with Jack in the forest.”
Violet shook her head, regretting Lily’s naiveté. “You know that is impossible, Father will hunt you down and kill Jack most likely.”
The two fought for hours and wouldn’t speak to each other for weeks later. Finally, they broke the ice after Lily’s moon-time came, proving she was not pregnant. She came to Violet and admitted she too had been worried but that she loved Jack and would not stop seeing him.
Violet set to work researching for her sister. She even had one of the servants, a nursemaid of Lily’s, help her by questioning midwives and crones in the village. Finally, they had the ingredients needed and Violet carefully concocted an elixir that was sure to keep Lily without child as long as she took it daily as soon as she awoke of a morning. Lily thanked Violet with happy tears in her eyes and ran out to tell Jack of their good fortune.
Today, as she wondered what sort of story Lily would come home with, Violet retired to the garden where her easel and paints were set up. Both girls painted well but Violet was the only one with enough patience to finish an entire canvas.
Her model today was a twisted bunch of blossoming lilac that had braided its way around a pillar. Violet thought it looked like two lovers and had decided to paint them as such. She had little knowledge by way of love or passion. She only knew what she read in books – anatomy studies showed her how it was done, poetry showed her why. Yet, she never really understood. There were few men in her company and none had ever elicited thoughts of seduction or romance. Hearing Lily’s stories of Jack made her happy for her sister but she did feel a little jealous – not for Jack, who she had only met once in the apple orchard when Lily had been able to drag her away from the libraries for a brief run-a-bout. She had thought Jack was too wild and too quiet – it made her uncomfortable. No, Violet was jealous for love and romance of her own.
With a sigh she settled down to paint. Picking up her brush with a dab of carefully mixed lilac color, she began to create luscious flowers that spoke of the sex she had never known. Her own innocence showed in the painting; a chaste look at passion.
Mid-way through her painting, something began to happen. Violet did not yet know it but her own sister was creating a gateway for dark forces by coming into contact with the most pure and innocent creature ever known – the Unicorn.
The sky dimmed to charcoal and a rough wind began to pick up. Soon, Violet’s long raven hair began to whip around her face, the flowers she was painting were being bashed against the pillar, and all had grown terribly cold. A few servants rushed out to grab up the princess and help her indoors to her chamber.
There, the snow storm outside was felt in the cold hush of the palace. Wind abused the stained glass windows of Violet’s bed chamber. She sat, staring at the windows, while a few servants huddled close by, trying in vain to start a fire. The wind whistled down the chimney and put out every spark attempted. The nursemaid wrapped Violet in a thick knitted blanket and hugged her close.
Violet seemed to be the only one not too frightened or bent in prayer to noticed dark shapes moving in the storm. She moved closer to the window to try and see what they were. Suddenly, the wind crashed through the window, bringing in glass and ice. Violet was struck on the temple by a piece of wood from the window casing and all of the world went dark.

Chapter 1
Part 1 - The Aftermath of the Battle

As the story goes, Darkness kidnapped Lily with hopes that she would be his bride. He planned on turning the whole world into a dark and frozen kingdom by killing the 2 symbols of purity; the Unicorns. His plan was foiled by the hero, Jack, and by the fae, Gump, Oona and the gnomes. Darkness was sucked away into a distant dimension, Lily was saved, and the world was slowly changed back to a place of light and springtime.
When Lily returned to the palace, however, she was saddened to hear that her father had died, her mother was ill and her sister unconscious. As the castle and its grounds were repaired, all the physicians available came to aid the Queen and the princess. A great funeral was planned for the fallen king and the kingdom prepared to become a Queendom; all assumed Lily would take the throne as soon as her father was buried.

When Violet awoke a few days later, she was struck into silence by the news of all that had happened. Lily took her aside in private and explained. At the end of her tale, she asked Violet for advice. “I don’t know what to do. I’m not ready to rule a kingdom,” Lily sobbed. “Why couldn’t father have had a son?”
Violet hushed and consoled her sister as she considered the ordeal. Finally, she nodded to herself and began her plan. “You will bring Jack into the palace,” she stated matter-of-factly. Lily looked at her in shock and opened her mouth to argue but Violet raised her hand to silence her sister, “Tell everyone what has happened. He will be declared a hero and you will knight him and give him the title, ‘Prince of the Elves’. You will marry the day after the mourning for father is ended and then both of you will be made Queen and King. You’ll invite these fae of his, and ask for their blessing over that of the Bishop’s. It will be a sign of good faith and thankfulness.”
Lily listened to all of this with wide eyes and open mouth. At the end both girls began to make plans for the funeral and Lily sent for Jack.
Violet then made way to her own chambers, exhausted despite all that she had slept. She didn’t tell Lily she knew what had happened already. She had dreamt it, seen it all in a way that was like watching shadows and reflections in a pool of water. Now, she felt a strange presence, like those pictures would still be there after she closed her eyes…no, she thought, not the same pictures, just those of Him. Darkness had stayed with her, in her mind’s eye. She knew, in her gut, he was not gone, only distant, close enough to reach back out and touch their world with his black talons.

When Lily explained to the kingdom the ordeal, the battle with Darkness, the reason for the unexpected winter, they readily accepted it and Jack as their conquering hero. She did not elaborate or tell them about the unicorns or her own role in the matter, just as Violet had advised not to. Her speech focused on Jack’s role and a great deal of thanks to the fae who had helped. When she had knighted and named him, the council had even proclaimed the day a holiday in his favor.
No one was surprised when Lily and Jack announced their wedding and all celebrated after the funeral of the dead king...all but Violet...

Part 2 - Yearning

Violet withdrew from the festivities after wishing Lily and Jack congratulations and welcoming Jack as her brother. Both the new king and queen looked terrified at their new roles but Violet knew that they both had good hearts, loved the people and the land, and would be guided well by her father’s council members as far as politics went.
She went to her chambers and changed out of the formal attire she wore for the wedding and into a plain chemise. Curling up in a chair by the fire, she began to dose. She hadn’t slept well since awaking from her brief coma. Darkness settled behind her eyes, she felt him as if he was in the room with her, close enough to embrace her. Oddly enough, she wondered if she would welcome it.
Something had changed about Violet. She had felt, looking at those images in her dreams, the lust and need, the passion and seductions Darkness had felt for Lily, and, briefly, Lily had felt for him in return. It was so hot it burned Violet’s throat and eyes like tears.
Before she knew it, she found herself crying. Tears of loneliness, fear of what she was feeling, an ache she couldn’t explain, not even to Lily who might have known this feeling of desire and understood her sister’s wretched state. Gripping her blanket tightly around her and closing her eyes against the onslaught of tears, Violet did not realize how much danger she was in. Her ache and desire, her innocence and purity all stood out like a beacon in the dark, calling some distant creature home.

Darkness floated in the abyss, feeling the cold and emptiness he had created like a comforting embrace. He thought about all that had happened in the way most people view past events; with complete understanding of what had went wrong and when. He had underestimated the princess, underestimated her champion – a little boy. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. However, as it was, he had and it would be another century before he would have the power to try again.

Floating, waiting, thinking and regretting his downfall; Darkness took longer than expected to notice a change in his exile. When he finally did, it was like a small voice calling to him – a dim candle that shines light in the shadows. He delicately reached out to it, tasted its longing, its desire that felt so akin to his own.

When he recognized the emotions and sensation, inexpressible joy passed through him. He reveled in the feel of it and began his journey through the abyss towards the calling light.

Darkness peered from his dimension into a chamber dimly lit by embers in a fireplace. The room was large and comfortable with elegant décor and walls and tables covered with books. Before the fire, in a wing backed chair, was a sleeping figure. He smiled at the beacon that had called him towards the world again. Called to him and yet…

He pressed his hand against the image that shimmered before him like a reflection in a pool of water. He could not get through yet. After a few tries he groaned. It was like feeling heat through a glass pane but not touching the fire itself. Rage boiled up within him, he needed to get to her.

Chapter 2

Part 1 - Dream Come True

Violet stirred in her sleep. She was dreaming of a voice, calling out to her, crying for her to come to him. This voice rang through her whole being that even in her sleep she raised her hand as if reaching for the one that called for her, reciprocating the need.

In this world of magic, sometimes all it takes is for one need to find its completion in another. Darkness reached out as well, through the shimmering image. Slowly, carefully he stepped into the shadows of the room.

At first he felt free then, like a hook through the gut, he felt himself pulled back into the abyss. Recognizing the pull, he did not hesitate and grabbed up his prize quickly, careful not to wake her. Feeling the tugging, he stepped back and felt the veil between his exile and the world reseal itself. All that was left in the room was a dropped blanket and a cold hearth.

When Violet opened her eyes, she wondered if she was still dreaming. This was not her room. Replacing the mahogany fireplace with its figurines of carefully carved stallion busts was one of black stone marbled with blood red veins and figures of devilish imps in iron. It was three times the size of the fireplace in her bedroom and took up the majority of her view. Within was a fire that, though much larger than she was used to, felt strangely colder, as if the heat could not quite escape the flames and reach her.
Sitting up, she looked down at the rug that had cushioned her from the black marble floor. It was blood red and felt thick and soft under her hands. Slowly, she took in the rest of the room. It was quite large, larger than any bedroom she had been in. Its size more resembled the palace throne room and yet there was a bed. It was equally large with banisters like small trees made of black wood and sheer crimson curtains shimmering in the firelight. This stood alone in the center of the room like a strange guest of honor.
To the sides of the fireplace were two very large chairs that Violet could sit with another person of like size comfortably. They too were made of thick black wood and, upon closer inspection, were carved. Violet slowly stood on shaking legs and looked at the chairs closer. The carvings were of entwined bodies, naked and expressionless. Blushing at these, Violet looked back across the room.
Shadows took up most of the room, preventing much inspection, but her keen eyes did see a door parallel the bed. To this she scurried like a small mouse afraid of a hidden cat. Just like everything else in the room, the door was huge with a door handle that took both of her hands to pull on.

Instead of escape, however, the door led only to a bathing chamber complete with toilet that, strangely, was the only thing in both chambers that fit her size. The bath was like a large pond and all was the same dark wood and black marble with sheer crimson drapings hung all about. The bathroom was lit with high sconces of dim firelight.
With a sigh Violet returned again to the main room and sat as near to the fire as she dared. The iron imp closest to her was almost as big as she was. Leaning in she examined its small horns and eerie grin. “If I were dreaming, you would talk to me and tell me a way out of here,” she said to it, surprised at how calm she sounded. The imp said nothing back, only continued its same grin.
Sighing again, Violet pulled her knees to her chin and looked at the fire, “Where am I?” she asked herself, trying her best not to be afraid, still determined she was dreaming.

Part 2 - Welcome Home

All this time, Darkness watched from the shadows beyond the bed. He could see the resemblance between her and his former captive but only just. This one was softer where Lily had been angled, this one harder of mind where Lily had been soft and ignorant. Yet, her innocence was like nectar and in comparison; Lily’s purity was like coal.
He could practically taste Violet’s virginity in the air around him and it made his whole body heat like burning embers. His eyes rolled back as he breathed in her scent that bore no man’s musk. It was then that he decided he would not make the same mistake twice. With Lily he had chosen a slow seduction and lost, with this younger princess there would be no wine and dine, no presents or entertainment. He would take her now and woo her later when there was time.
Standing to his full height, he removed himself from the shadows and stood at the edge of the crimson rug, peering down at his new captive who had yet to notice him. Grinning, he boomed loudly, “Welcome, beloved, to your new home.”

His voice rang through the entire room, echoing off the marble and wood, causing Violet to jump and cover her ears in dramatic fashion. For a moment she stayed that way, curled up and cowering, then she lowered her hands and raised her storm-colored eyes to the creature beside her and above her. At first there was shock, then recognition. Her mouth formed his name but no sound came from her rosebud lips.
Darkness looked down at her and was glad to see the recognition in her face. “You know me then, my princess?”
Shaking her head, though her eyes and expression gave her away, Violet backed away from him until she touched the marble hearth. If she went any further she would be inside the fire itself. “Please…” her voice a soft whisper that echoed out into the room, “Don’t hurt me.”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he looked her over. Her low neckline had fallen to the side and off her shoulder. Its thin fabric, lit by the fire in back, did little to hide her form from him, and the view was delightful. Large lavender-blue eyes looking up at him in silent plea, soft rosy mouth and reddened cheeks against pale flesh surrounded by long black hair unfettered by any attempt at fashion. Her body was smaller and curvier than her sister’s with full breasts teasing the neckline of her chemise, the hem of which rode up to her thighs and hung tight against her rounded hips. He knew he would not be waiting much longer to reach out and see what little that fabric was hiding.

“I did not bring you here to harm you, my lady,” he spoke truthfully. If he had wanted something to torture, his powers would have been able to conjure a pitiful creature to crush and break and let out tormented screams. No, he wanted to do much more interesting things to her than torture.
He stepped forward and Violet felt truly trapped. Darkness was larger than she could have ever expected from the dim recollections and dreams she had. He stood at least 9 feet tall and his arm span made it impossible for her to try and escape without being snatched up by him. In the dim light she could see his red flesh, the same color as the embers in the fire. His black horns glinted in the flickering light and looked dangerously sharp at the point. Violet was reminded of tales she had heard of bulls goring men with their horns and the agony those men went through while dying.

Her eyes only left Darkness’ face a moment to look at his body – large and muscled, bare and his groin only barely hidden by shadows. From the knee down she saw he was also like a bull; instead of feet he had large hooves as black as his horns.
Darkness watched her take him in and smiled, knowing how intimidating his form was. He took another step forward, looming over her and glad to see how her eyes came back up and widened at the new view of his groin. A blush swept over her and she looked away, leaving him to wonder briefly if she had ever seen a nude man before. It did not matter for soon she would do more than see his member, he would ensure she felt it.
“What do you want with me?” she asked softly, looking at the black marble beneath her. It felt strangely cold for a hearth and she was glad of it as her whole body felt heated from the nearness of the devil before her.
“I ask you the same, my lady.” Darkness sounded beseeching though his expression was still leering.
His words confused her, “What do you mean?” Looking up she was startled for he had silently knelt near her and was so close she could see his brilliant green eyes only a foot before her.
“You called to me in the darkness. Your longing reached out to me even here in my exile. I answer your call willingly, princess…” his thoughts began to reach out to hers and he knew her name then. “Ah…Violet.”

He knew it was perfect for her, for him. Lily had been like false sweetness but Violet…a dark and delicate flower for him to embrace and keep for his own…if he acted fast, he reminded himself. Reaching out, with a gentleness more startling than his nearness, he touched a tendril of her hair on her bare shoulder. It felt like silk, just as he knew it would.
Violet watched his hand but was too scared to shrink away from him. His hand felt hot against her shoulder. She shook her head at his words, “I…I did not call to you…I do not understand.”

“You will,” he stated plainly. “Your longing, your desire, your heart called to mine. We are alike in our loneliness and in our eagerness for passion. You cannot deny it,” he snapped at her as he saw she was about to protest.
Violet bit her bottom lip and looked down at her hands now on her knees. Some small voice in the back of her mind told her it was true. She had longed for a passion that would show her was romance and desire, lust and love truly were. “But…you are…Darkness. I cannot…” she mean to explain that she did not want him, could not have these things with him, but her words were caught in her throat as she looked up and saw him lean nearer.
Darkness wasted no more time gibbering with this girl. He was constantly reminded that he would not miss another chance at obtaining his bride by trying to woo her first.

His mouth lowered over hers, black lips against soft pink, stifling any response from the princess…his princess.
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