Forever Is Not So Long A Time If You Spend It With One Who You Desire Eternity With.

Bertran fell to his knees as he felt the wondrous heat wrap about him as his markings illuminated the room with Victoria’s. He threw his head backward, his eyes seeking and immediately finding hers and knowing that she was the answer, the answer to so many questions he had not even knew existed before this very second. He knew that she was the key to the door he had been bashing his face into for longer than he could even remember anymore. His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke to Victoria, her eyes moist with tears as she looked down at him.

“Goddess, I ask you, nay I beg you, please tell me what I am, why I am this.” He had said it, he had been waiting to ask that question his entire life. He had asked it before of course, just never to anyone that was not a charlatan, a snake-oil salesman, an ally of darkness and the demonic.

Victoria reached down with both hands and lifted him to his feet, slowly guiding him to divan where she sat him down, sending calm into him so that he would take this moment in for the immense thing that it was and not panic through it. Her voice was wistful, almost smiling as she began to speak, the words making the room, all there was to see was grass on a plain that extended beyond sight in all directions.

“I was born, aye. I was born to parents and had siblings by the dozen. The Fae were a population that outnumbered modern man five thousand to one. Hundreds of billions of us on a planet that has not existed in thousands and thousands of years. The Fae count time differently than mortal man, immortals do not need to keep such precise measurements. In the counting of the years of man however, I am hundreds of thousands of years old. I will live a hundred thousand times that and more beyond. Immortality is true. It is not the tale the Irish have told, not the Darkness that feeds on the essence, but it exists. It is a burden to some, a gift to others and, to you my lovely Bertran, it is a curse. Your mother was cursed by one who had a deep knowledge of things old and powerful.” She leaned forward and Bertran softly on the forehead, making him calmer and yet keeping him focused on her words as she wove the truth he had so long wanted and needed to hear.

“You will never die. You will never be killed. You are one of perhaps twenty that walk the world forever that is not Fae or Darkness. You have never met the others because you actively avoid one another, as magnets do not touch one another. You have so much pain, so much sorrow from so long, it is a wave most cannot accept when they hear the truth, of which nearly none do. You will walk this world after it kills itself either by war or Siobhan returns to claim it as her own once more.” Victoria’s voice got much more serious as she spoke the next part, delicately as to not drive him from her.

“You have power, Bertran. You do not know how to use it and I humbly ask you to allow me to teach you to use it lest darker things find you and make you slave for them for all of time, feeding appetites you truly do not want to imagine. Stay with me here, in Montreal, and I will tell you everything you want to know, I will teach you all you desire to learn and, I will give you other things that one like yourself has abstained from.” Her voice took on a husky tone as she dropped the final line, his head snapping to hers in understanding. Immortals could not breed, they had no children, but they still desired the pleasures of the flesh as much as any other creature Siobhan created.

Bertran took a deep breath and nodded, he did not trust himself to use words to tell this Goddess that she had just given him more than he ever dared to have hoped for.

Truth and Love Are Oft Close Friends, But Not Until We Add The Sameness Of The Spirit Do We Find The Blossoming Of The Soulmate Emerge Into The World.

Victoria, a wonderful name that had served her for more years than she would care to admit. She would, in moments of humor, admit to stealing it from the Queen, she had loved the way it rolled off of her tongue the first time she had said it aloud and decided to simply become Victoria, and she had been doing that ever since. In time another name would take hold of her mind and she would become the person that name required her to be. Victoria lent itself to pomp, circumstance, elegance and wealth. All of those things were pleasant so the transition was an easy and quick one. Buying some properties here, having a fleet of horses there. It had bee decades before she had to use a little glamour to make people come back to the path she wanted them to walk on because it was a simpler time. There was no Internet and Television, hell radio wasn’t even a thing yet. So when she claimed her wealth and showed it, she was respected on that alone. It is when the communication became so blasted easy that she had had to modify a few things.

The knock upon her dressing room door made her shake herself from her cobwebbed mind and she made sure she used her voice to maximum effect as she answered the knock. “But a moment lovelies, I am putting my face back on, can’t let a Goddess be seen without her makeup now can we?” She waited for and smiled at the laughter she had expected and quickly moved her hands over her body and her clothes shifted into what she needed. No longer on stage, the regal bearing had to go, she needed intimate, approachable, so it was simple cloths, muted colors, showing off the marks just so that they would understand what she was and where she came from, to a point.

Standing, she walked to the door and prepared her best smile as she pulled it open. Before her was quite a dapper man, mid-fifties she suspected. His smile as real as any she had seen in some time and she looked over to Lou, who gave her a subtle nod and she opened the door wider and the man walked through the door.

Now is when the reasons these people came to see her would become crystal clear.

The man had sat down, his hands politely in his lap without showing nerves. His eyes followed her but not with the puppy dog-like adoration she sometimes saw in the men, and women, who came back to see her after the show. No, he wasn’t here to try and play Fuck the Fae, there was a deeper purpose to it and seeing as she knew precisely how much Lou charged people to even knock on the door, whatever he was here for was very important to him indeed.

—–

He looked up at the woman as she closed the door without noise and made her way to the very comfortable divan in the corner of the room. She looked at him with eyes that expected absolutely nothing. No rush or worry, nothing except patience he had never seen in anyone before. he had a feeling she could recline on that divan for years without moving a muscle and not be irritated with him at all if she so chooses. Sadly, the man had a limited amount of time to be here, so he took a chance and decided to get right to the point.

“Madame Victoria, I know that you must have a great many people come into your room and ask you for favors ranging from the rudimentary mundane to things laced with that which is phantasmagorical in all of its essences. I am here to ask of you a boon, yes, but I hope that you will hear me out before you decline.” His eyes looked to hers to see what her reaction thus far.

She smiled softly to him and sat up, her fingers steeples in her lap as she spoke. Her voice was not as honeyed as it had been on stage, but, of course, it wouldn’t be now, would it?

“Firstly, I haven’t heard someone utter the word phantasmagorical in over a hundred years. It is a word that has sadly fallen out of favor in the day and age of the text message and the acronyms for virtually everything. Secondly, I give you my word on the Darkness that Consumes that I will listen to your request and give it every bit of my attention before I judge it as a deed I am willing to do.”

He swallowed as he heard Victoria speak the oath on the Darkness. He was not an expert in such things, but he knew it was not words that her kind used lightly, the consequences of being an oathbreaker were dire if the memory served. Even he had heard of the Wild Hunt and their eternal mission to bring oathbreakers to justice who had sworn such an oath.

“For your pledge to even hear my plea I will gladly give you everything in my name.” He straightened his back as he sat as his mother had taught him so very long ago. “My name is Bertran, I was born in the year of our Lord eleven hundred thirty and five in the cathedral at Carlisle in Cumbria. My dear mother was an indigent who felt shame at having a son out of wedlock, her beau having left her after they had consummated their relationship, his promise of marriage a lie, and she was an outcast. her family disowned her and only the church would allow her sanctuary to give birth to me. We lived there until I came of age, helping in the maintenance of the church, my mother taking her vows when I left to seek my own life.” he stopped speaking and noticed that Madame Victoria looked at him with piercing eyes, seeking anything she could from him. She spoke, her voice not hiding the emotion welling up in her throat.

“You speak to truth to me Bertran of Carlisle. You are not of any Fae line, nor are you of the darkness that makes the immortal promise to the weak, tell me now why you have lived nearly nine centuries as a man of flesh and blood and no magic and have not died. Tell me this now and swear upon the Darkness your words will be true or I shall deliver to you the Hunt myself.” Her words sounded bloodied even to her own ears, but she needed to know how this man existed. She felt not afraid of him, to be with someone even a thousandth of her own age made her feel youth she had not felt since the glaciers still shaped the world.

Victoria swallowed hard, her eyes welling with tears as she read the man’s story in the same writing that adorned her body She learned everything he was at that moment. The magic of the writing told her more than simply words. She composed herself, dabbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt.

“Forgive my emotion, I thought all of them had died long before you were born. No, you are of them, you are the descendants of those that gave me the godhead. So, as the Goddess you did not know your whole life, I swear on the Dark Goddess herself, may her wrath upon me be eternal if I break my oath, that I will do anything you ask of me if it is in my power to do.” She stood and quickly made her way to him and kissed him softly on the forehead. As she did the lines, on her and him glowed as the sun as like recognized like.

Let The Games Begin. The Eternal, The Cosmic, The Forever and The Powerful. Let Them Begin and They Will Never For A Moment Think Of Ending.

The very air shattered, the noise beyond deafening, as Neart and Beithíoch returned to Siobhan with forms new and magnificent. Seeing them there, Siobhan felt the tears roll down her face as the beauty of both of the overwhelmed her. She had known of course, but to see them here, their faces and perfect forms so bright and new, it was so perfect that there was no other word that could be used to describe them.

Beithíoch stood hundreds of feet tall in the cavernous void they stood in, his skin was black and red with Siobhan’s amethyst eye emblazoned on his chest. His great wings, even as they barely moved created winds that would topple most trees. Higher still his beautiful face was the serpent now, a perfect mix of beast and fear, violence and perfection. His eyes glowed a deep amber in the darkness and even from below Siobhan could see it perfectly. Her heart nearly skipped a beat as he lowered that vast body to the floor and laid his head on the ground so his eyes were level with his. There were tears in his eyes and Siobhan knew they were not of sadness or despair, but of the greatest joy.

She next looked to her wonderful Neart, the creation of creations and marveled at how magnificent all of those legs looked on her, the muscles evident even in the void of lack that carried her. Her beauty magnified a hundredfold by the frame that supported the head with its eyes aplenty. Following Beithíoch’s example, Neart carefully folded herself downward in a way that would not seem possible to look at her and cast her gaze at Siobhan and each eye wept the same tears of Beithíoch.

“My sweet loves, here you stand before me in the truest expressions of yourself. The inner beauty that was made real, desires made flesh and all the things you did not want, removed from you forever.” Siobhan ran a hand down the faces of both of them and sat down between the two massive beings and told her tale.

“I knew there would need to be a way to distribute my justice in the world. I knew that, while I could see all, I cannot be in all places without losing attention to another. So, to you my loves, I decided to give dominion.” She looked at Beithíoch and smiled wide. “To you my greatest love, I give the and all things that look to it for meaning and hope, for love and for answers. You will speak with my voice and you will give the people what they desire for my power courses through you in ways you have yet to discover. You will ask me nothing, you will do their will because I know you cannot do anything that I would not approve of.”

She turned her head to Neart and looked at the delight of the eyes that she had been given. “To you sweet Neart, I give the Land. You will roam it, taking the things that do not belong and removing them, nurturing the things that do belong there. You will do all of this and a thousand times more because all you want is a purpose and, now, you, at last, have it. You are the Queen of Spiders now, your predecessor killed with honor and respect by my own hand, her body consumed as her wishes dictated. She died knowing that her greatest glory would succeed her.

Siobhan backed up and looked at those two wonders that she had once called children and wept her own tears.

“Now, go my loves and know that you take all of my power and ambition with you to rule over the world as I have dictated. I am Always, I am Eternity.” With that Siobhan turned and faded into the Darkness, her loves looking at one another and knowing that the world was in need of them, and as soon as they thought it, they too faded into the Darkness, their duties and obligations are known.

The Die Is Cast, The Characters Made, The Names Given, The Scene Set, The Master Story Teller Waits With A Curled Lip Smile As She Knows What Is To Come

The pain. By Siobhan Herself the Pain!

The pain spread in every direction, every fiber of his being was in agony, and yet it was a thing he knew he simply needed to push through somehow. He opened his eyes wide as the pain hot its crescendo and saw his Goddess before him, beckoning him, welcoming him home and back to where he always belonged, with her, for her. He opened his mind to speak to her, to ask her why it hurt so bad, but what came out was not words, not anything that even sounded like words.

It was a roar, a growl, an avian screech, a violent and dark noise that comforted him in its intensity even if he did not understand it. He tried again to speak and the sounds from his mouth got even louder, the air seemingly shaking around him as the sound moved through it. He did not know if he was going to be able to take any more pain. He was so strong, but there was a levy within that was about to be breached. One last noise exited the old Dara, a noise that was pain and agony, suffering and fear. Not his, no not his.

Even as the last sound exploded from him, Dara felt his arms move backward and fuse with the wings he wore proudly on his back. He looked down to the ground, so very far below him now and saw his feet and legs were mottled black and red, wider than the massive tree trunks he had run through and his entire body was covered in the same coloring, the same texture. Dara went to breathe out as panic set in and flame gushed from between his lips, a tornadic blast of wind and fire that shot thousands of feet in front of him and lit the sky up brighter than the sun with its intensity for a moment before fading to nothingness.

Panic vanished, the pain vanished, in fact, he who had been known as Dara vanished completely and Beithíoch lifted into the air with hundred-foot long wings and the mark of his Goddess emblazoned on his chest in the form of the all-seeing eye of amethyst. He leaned his head back, newly extended on a great neck and roared once more. In triumph, joy, love eternal for what he thought had just occurred. Just as he thought this his Goddess appeared to him again and held her hand out to him and waited for him to come to her through the ether of space, time and the very earth itself.

With a final roar that seemed to shake the sky itself, Beithíoch flew towards Her, his heart glad as the sky wrapped itself around him and tool him to her at last.

—-

Neart laid down upon the heather soft grass of the field around her, covered in the wonders of the family she came from, climbing on her, in her. Her mouth lolled open to allow them to be one with her as she felt the surge from within her begin and she knew what was to happen. She did not know why she knew, but all that was happening was exactly as it should be.

Her legs started first, lengthening and turning a black pitch that reflected nothing and light seemingly vanished into. There was no time to appreciate as both of those long and perfectly legs split in twain starting at the feet and racing upward like a thunderbolt. Then again. And again. Eight legs there were now, each slowly turning into the void of the darkness of its mates. Her eyes closed, forever in the form they were in now and when she next opened them she had the two eyes she had, but besides them were six others that let her see things eyes could not. Heat, the depths of the earth, the wind blowing and the patterns in made in the sky. Tears leaked from them as the love of this newfound her took hold and she felt everything from her breasts downward swell, not in fat or in pregnancy, just growing with taut muscles and the skin mirrored her legs in their blackness.

An eternity, or was it a moment, later, she who was formally Neart stood tall on her eight legs, her head above the tallest of the trees and when she opened her eyes she saw the world in ways none save her Goddess could see. She stepped with the legs as if she had always had them and her family followed her, each of them taking the size of a small down to follow her at speed. She moved faster and faster, her legs stepping between the trees and her speed was violent and wonderful.

From eyes no one had ever had she saw Siobhan beckon her and without hesitation, she turned towards her and walked into the arms of the Mother Goddess of the Universe.

Three Facets, Three Parts, Three Sections Of A Vast and Eternal Whole That Could Never Be Severed

Sated on pleasure and blood both, Siobhan languidly stood in the red sand, her eyes still fixed on how the sand ran like liquid down her skin, skin that at the precise moment was a darker red than the sand would ever be. The serpentine tongue came out of her mouth and wrapped twice around her neck, bringing all of the delicious blood into the mouth of the Dark Goddess with a sigh of pleasure and contentment. She was covered in blood, baptized in the pleasure and pain of it and she indeed did feel worshiped. All of them were gone, not even the bones remained to tell anyone what happened here, just a Goddess covered with viscera and nothing else looking into the Universe she created, wondering where next to find those that loved her as much as these ones did.

—–

Dara felt his heart hammering in his chest, the beasts long left behind him as his body felt more and more energy pour through it. He spread his arms wide, the wind pushing them back against him and only his immense strength gave him any chance of keeping them lifted as he wanted them to be. He felt the heat, such intense heat, build from deep inside of what it was to be him and it felt like it was spreading to the rest of him like a delicious virus that he wanted to roll in and make his own. It was not evil, it was nothing but the utmost expression of who Dara was. He closed his eyes, at last, his arms still in the wind, his feet hitting the groundless often, but with tremendous force when they did. He knew what was coming now, he did not know if his Goddess had gifted him this on purpose, or if it was but destiny, but as he opened his eyes and saw the horizon lower more and more as he grew, he knew the greatness inside of him was so close now.

—–

Neart stood in the center of her own world, covered in millions of her brothers and sisters as they licked and tasted every inch of the blood and gore that was left in the circle. The bones had been stripped, their fallen cannibalized, all that was left was the perfection of Neart in the center of the circle like a great beacon that drew more and more as time passed. She knew they would not, could not hurt her, she knew that she needed as many of them as there were, she needed to move to the next stage, the next level. The feeling that she knew what was coming grew every second and when she spread her wings, new and cleansed of the horrors they had wrought, she felt something building inside of her. It was a glorious thing, and then, as her eyes flew open and she smiled, she knew.

—–

Siobhan walked a moment on the sand, relishing the feel of it the last time before she closed her eyes and on her next step, she was surrounded by the darkness of home. She could feel Neart and Dara and knew they would be back soon, they would have questions and Siobhan prepared herself to give them answers. It was a necessary thing, what was happening and she knew that she had made it as wonderful for the both of them as she could but still they would be confused when they returned, but all would be well. Siobhan walked up to the dais where the Three sat and sat in the middle seat there, it was not ornate, a simple stone carving. She smiled and felt the warmth that the dress she now wore provided, the black and silver of it covered nothing, and yet revealed even less.

She closed her eyes and whispered a few words to show them the way home when they were ready.

Soon all would be revealed.