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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Anu'Varr

The Scarred One

Interacting with: @Dealdric

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Anu had watched her uninvited guest the moment her sister had arrived. Her Throne was adjacent from the dragon’s cage, and she saw events unfold with a mix of anger and curiosity. Did Dirka really believe she would not be noticed? Well she was mad after all, Anu supposed certain perspectives and subtlety were lost upon her. When Dirka brazenly opened the cage to her guest, Anu let it play out, watching from a distance as she always did. She saw Dirka tell it something, then put it to sleep, even though its body was still being ravaged by the curse of its punishment.

Anu, having seen enough, clapped her hands. The dragon awoke screaming with new intensity as some unknown force dragged it back into its cage, new bars growing to replace the hole Dirka had made. Anu did not like having her property touched. She sat upon her throne still, her succubus still lounged about with little care between a discussion of Gods. She spoke at once, where Dirka would be able to hear her.

”Coming to my realm uninvited… Freeing such a cruel beast from its prison… Blatantly trying to upset me, and yet, you have a proposition for me, dear sister? You will have to forgive me If I am less inclined to hear you out after this little stunt, Dirka. I expected nothing, and I am still disappointed… Now, I do hope you have a good reason for coming here, else this unexpected meeting might take a turn for the worst, I fear.” She finished with cold anger in her voice.

Dirka was one of the first God’s to ever visit her, and Anu did not like unwelcomed guests. Especially from those who were less inclined to reason. She hoped her sister had a reason for popping in like she did. Her relationship with her was already strained, and Dirka was doing no favors to try and strengthen it, simply proving the point that her Elder siblings were fools and could not be trusted. Well, no God could be trusted in the end.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

“The Elders say we had peace once. There was no fire in our heart, no room for hate. We were kind to one another, blissful in peace. Then man turned against one another. Tribe against tribe, friend against friend, brother against brother. The devil awoke something in our hearts, something cruel. Our sins… They are our punishment, and I weep for my children’s children. For they will never know what it is like to have nothing but compassion.”

-A Dead Man

He stood on a rise before a massive prairie, the thick green grass growing taller than him in several places. Beyond the prairie was cold capped mountains, so small to his eyes. Flowers upon flowers dotted the prairie grass in a myriad of bright colors. They seemed to glow when the light in the sky drifted to sleep. The hum of nature was here, birds and little insects buzzed about, living and growing. Off in the distance, a herd of Giant Elk grazed. Their massive antlers reflected golden rays from the light. It was beauty upon beauty.

Then why did he feel so wrong?

Shouldn’t this sight be enough to placate himself? To stop the whispers? He gripped his head, sobbing. He barely felt in control of his mind anymore and it was all for nothing. He dared not look behind him at the grass stained with red, littered with corpses. He couldn’t.
His path to vengeance had cost him everything, and he felt the curse boiling in his blood, whispering in his mind to continue. It was winning.

It never should have come to this, but now everything was gone. His kinsmen were dead, slaughtered. His tribe was scattered, their home now burned. His family gone, murdered by the Raving.

It was all the Devil’s fault. She had cursed them to suffer, to hate one another. So, the man cursed her name out loud for the world to hear, for there was now no one left to listen. His thoughts drifted to the savior. Hayim was the only good God he knew, and that wasn’t saying much, for he only knew of three. But Hayim would come, he knew it, yes. Hayim would come and fix everything. He had to. He HAD to!

“Hayim! Please help me! Please!” he shouted.

The sky suddenly grew dark, black clouds appearing from nowhere. The entire world fell silent, there was not a sound to be heard, except his heart beating loudly in his chest. He managed to get to his knees, spear in hand. He was no longer sobbing, but instead, there was a growing fear. What was happening was not rational, and then there was a sound. A horrible ripping sound, and before him the world tore open. It revealed a mass of swirling red and dark, then from it emerged a woman clad in white. Her skin was pale, her body unblemished, and she was beautiful. Her black hair was long, and her eyes were of amber. He fell to his knees, dropping the spear; the presence was too much to bare.

The woman smiled at him as she strode confidently forward, her hands outstretched. That was when she spoke to him, but her lips did not move. Her voice echoed in his mind, replacing the terrible whispers with words mysterious as she. Yet, he understood.

“Thee hath called me upon this day.” She crouched, in front of his tear stained face, smiling pearly whites at him. Her soft hands took his gently as she spoke again, her gaze unwavering.

“Speaketh not. I knoweth what pains thee. I knoweth what burns in thy heart. Thee has't so much agony, so much longing.” She paused, “Mhmm, thee believeth in a false god. Hayim shall not cometh. F'r Hayim doest not careth about thee. Hayim nev'r didst… Thee has't nothing to feareth from Lady Anu. My lady wishes nothing but to help thee, to taketh hence thy anguish.”

The woman leaned in, her lips close to his ears. The man too stunned to react. “Doth thee wisheth for revenge? Doth thee wisheth to mend the pain away? To break thy curse?” The woman pulled away, letting go of his hands and stood up.

He knew she was waiting for an answer, yet all she had said put doubt into his heart. He felt the curse pounding in his blood, willing him to kill. To kill her. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. Had Hayim never cared? Well… He never was around when they most needed him come to think of it. Perhaps the dev- Lady Anu could help him. But he had questions that needed answered before he made his conclusion.

So, he asked, his voice shaky, “W-why were we cursed to begin with? Why make us suffer for what we cannot control!”

Her voice filtered back inside his head, “Anu did desire a way to maketh thy kind regreteth sins. Only those inclin'd to doth harmeth onto oth'rs wouldst beest curs'd. As punishment f'r transgressions. The lady hast at each moment wished to help those who calleth upon h'r name, but few seldom doth. Anu now off'rs much to thee, so what is thy answ'r?”

And the man thought for a moment. He had nothing left to lose. His entire life was in shambles, and Hayim had abandoned him. The curse was setting in, the woman’s offer would save him, and he would have revenge. His doubt left him.

“I accept.” He whispered softly.

The woman smiled, then kissed his brow.

“Thee shalt beest great.”

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio there was those demons taking people. He could investigate the abandoned village... just saying.

@ReusableSword

Yes that is true, but lest we not forget that one of the Gods, AKA Sommler, is literally making entire villages disappear as well.

The devil curse girl with the scars and succubui. She did have her demons attack a village and they either killed or took (by what means im unsure) the villagers and turned them into succubui.

Edit; but ill have my post up tomorrow night after im done with my voulenteer stuff.

@ReusableSword

Do you even know her name lolol

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So it is Anu then - right. Looks like Hyperion and his band of Angels are going to be purging slaanesh Heresy then.

@Lmpkio

I implore you to be very careful, Anu does not take kindly to siblings who meddle in her affairs. Though I am curious what you will come up with.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Anu'Varr

The Scarred One

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“Such an unruly beast,” Anu snarled, “Full of mindless destruction… Blinded by rage…” She held down the Verzakian dragon by the back of its head. It struggled aggressively, but try as it might, it could not escape her grasp. It’s frustrated roars and bursts of fire, made for quite a show. Her succubi giggled excitedly from where they sat on the throne, watching their lady handle a dragon was most amusing.

“I could have given you anything, but I think not. Your transgressions demand… Punishment.”

Anu then dragged the creature, its claws doing little to nick the floor, to the center of the large room. There she whispered a few words, and from the ground came a large ragged cage. It was big enough to hold the dragon and would be viewable for all to see. She thrust the dragon in and sealed it, there would be no door. The dragon roared in anger, breathing fire at her, but it did nothing to her godly flesh.

“Destruction consumes all it touches…” Anu smiled wickedly and whispered another word, “Why should you be any different?”

The dragon stopped its protest for a moment, as if transfixed on something else. Then it screamed, a delightful sound of pain echoing throughout the room. A black flame then erupted from different parts of the dragon’s body, like lances. Great chunks of its flesh and scales incinerated instantly, as unnatural fire consumed it from the inside out. It was glorious, but only the beginning. For Anu had made it so the dragon would constantly heal as it burned, in a never-ending cycle. It would come so close to death, but never be claimed by it. It was a cruel agony, and a heinous crime against everything natural in the world, but it satisfied Anu, and in the end, that was all that truly mattered.

The succubi had now joined the Goddess, sitting upon her shoulders and watching in awe. They spoke to her with great praise.

“A fine punishment, Mi’lady.” Whispered Calli as she yawned.

“Truly a work of art, mistress!” Exclaimed Maya.

“A merciful agony indeed, Lady Anu.” Stated Seri.

“Your power is beyond approach, my Goddess.” said Rowa.

“My, such flattery upon this night.” Anu said half-heartedly, “Your learning so well. I shall permit thee to share my chambers tonight.”

As Anu walked away, her succubi giggled excitedly, leaving the Verzakian in damnation. Its pitiful screams would continue, forever and ever.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

”Do not be tempted in the dark… Their soft whispers are of the devil herself!”

-Unknown

Yet, the end did not come.

Instead there was a feeling of cold, then the taste of something she could not describe, and then a sense of dread. She still held Maya in her hands and could feel a body left to her. Calli opened her eyes hesitantly, her first view was of a black floor. She slowly glanced left and much to her relief she saw both Rowa and Seri were beside her, their faces were drained white. Their eyes forcibly shut by their fear. Her mothyr was nowhere to be seen in that chamber. And then… Then Calli looked up.

Before her sat a large throne, it was of skulls and blood and pain. Two long legs touched the floor, but Calli glanced away quickly, trying not to vomit at the sight.

Doing what little she could to calm her nerves, she was compelled to look again.

Her mortal eyes looked, and they saw a cruel beauty sitting on that throne. A voluptuous naked woman, tall as a giant, with a feminine form so perfect Calli felt herself enthralled at the sight. The woman’s grey skin was cut in so many places, it looked like scars that had never regrown. Yet, all the same it was so alluring, like a mystery waiting to be unraveled. Her horns were a crown, regal but imposing and the God’s amber eyes bore so deeply into her soul, Calli felt herself violated without even being touched.

”Open your eyes little ones,” came a whisper from her lips, yet Calli felt it so clearly in her head, she could have sworn the woman was next to her. ”Do not be afraid, you are safe here.” the woman said softly. ”I am Anu’Varr, but you may call me Anu.” And indeed, Calli no longer felt afraid after those words had been uttered.

Calli in turn, felt flustered. Anu’s voice was so exotic, and enchanting but something deep down inside of her was screaming to run. Her mind, however, was having a hard time trying to tell her body what to do. She felt safe, she felt good. Her name sounded so familiar, but the girl couldn’t place it. What had the Elder’s said about a figure named An-

Suddenly, like an arrow, the woman was next to her, but smaller. Calli felt her breath upon her neck, sending chills down her spine, ”Look at me… Dearest Calli.”

Anu’s voice was so intoxicating, how had she not noticed? It was if she was being lulled to sleep by a sweet song yet elating so much longing inside her all the same. Being so close made her heart flutter. She could not resist that lovely voice, and so she turned to meet the gaze of a Goddess. Anu was on her hands and knees, in a seductive pose, so open to the world. Calli could do nothing but blush.

”Mhmm…” The woman started, before reaching out her sleek right hand to caress Calli’s cheek. ”How very pretty.”

The girl felt herself melt at the touch. It was so sensual, so inviting, Calli could no longer think straight. Then a provocative smile erupted from the woman’s tender lips, showing small pointed teeth. But this did not phase Calli in the slightest, she was mesmerized now, glancing between the woman’s lips and her amber eyes.

”Would you like to kiss me?” She asked Calli in a playful voice, almost as if she could read her thoughts.

Calli smiled, nodding, her cheeks were a bright rosy red. She closed her eyes, then leaned in to meet Anu. When their lips touched, Calli’s body exploded in overwhelming ecstasy as Anu took the lead. Her skin felt alive with sensation she had never felt before, she never wanted it to end. Her heart raced like a flowing river, and she surrendered herself so completely, that she failed to notice as Maya slipped away from her grasp. Her systir’s watched with mixed horror as they backed away.

Meanwhile, Anu worked her magic, whispering temptations, sweet nothings, promises of power and pure pleasure into her fragile heart. Calli agreed without thinking, so wrapped around her lover’s kiss. She next felt Anu embrace her, the Goddess pulling Calli closer until their bodies touched and then, Calli felt them falling and falling, spiraling ever down into the abyss of carnal hedonism.

Mankind had been seduced by the Devil.

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Anu sat upon her throne, now back to her original size. Her plan had worked flawlessly, mankind was so predictable. So easily corrupted and seduced by her form and power. She had rewarded her Flesh demons with telepathy for their part in her plan. They had brought her a great number of humans to work with, to mold and shape. Though she hated what they were, Anu took no greater satisfaction then watching them fall or die. For it was her nature to be the guiding hand of temptation.

Her newest creations were the epitome of pain and pleasure. They were the first of her Greater Devils, the Succubi, and only more would follow. They were no longer human, but still carried the appearance of them, yet heightened beyond what a normal woman could ever achieve. They were unearthly beautiful; their entire bodies crafted to seduce and tempt the weak with promises so sweet no mortal would resist.

Four Succubi sat with Anu on the throne. Calli, the Matriarch, lounged a top the skulls above Anu’s head, humming a sweet melody. Her sisters, Seri, Maya, and Rowa, slept quietly upon Anu’s lap. Maya and Rowa had been transformed greatly after Anu had tempted them, they no longer looked so young and feeble, but now beautiful like their sisters. They were the first, and Anu enjoyed their presence immensely. All of them had become fine lovers in her care, Anu had taught them well. The Goddess had bestowed further great gifts upon them as well, ones only they would keep. All of them would be leaders of succubus-kind, chosen by Anu herself. It would only be a matter of time before more followed, nurtured by the Four.

The sisters were also marked with the seal of Anu, two horns encircling a circle, glowing a soft red upon their flesh. Only chosen Succubi would have it, meaning them to be personal pets of Anu. The Goddess of Devilry would know if harm befell them in any way, and her wrath would be swift. As all things that had fallen, they belonged to her.

Yet, Anu wanted more, so much more. She had need of an army, one of Devils and Demons and all which fell between. Nothing would be safe from her unless under divine protection, and even then, her words were the sweetest nectar, and her powers were wicked. Everything was fallible in a way and would belong to her, in the end.

Pursuit of Power

Valeri Andora

Interacting with: @Aamaya

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Valeri had wondered the halls of the palace for a long time, trying to familiarize herself with the halls and rooms, but to no great amount of luck. No very interesting had come along either, much to her dissatisfaction. It was a maze to her, and as smart as she was, Valeri was only have concentrating on her surroundings. The Princess tended to daydream quite frequently. Whether about her next schemes, politics, or other activities, her head was always busy. She had long ago dismissed her guards, but the men instead chose to follow her at a respectable distance, occasionally chatting with her maids. She supposed happiness came in all forms, but where would her happiness come from this day? Or rather, as she felt the crack of lightning and listened to the rain, the night?

She stopped, beckoning her guards and maids to come to her. "My lovelies, take me to my room." came her aloof voice. And so her command was headed, she tried to be nice to those that served her, she found it gave them less of a reason for betrayal. One could never be too careful though.

She at last came to her room, and was welcomed by an assortment of food, drink, clothing, and more handmaidens.

As her garments were stripped, and a bath was waiting, she asked, "Has the food and drink been tested? One can never be too careful on foreign grounds."

The oldest handmaiden, a woman in her late thirties whose name was Sia, responded, "Yes my princess, all has been tested and all is as it should be. Food and drink, no poison."

As her lithe body waded into the warm water, Valeri smiled. "Very good Sia, leave a few dears and you may retire with the rest."

Sia bowed, while thanking the Princess. Everyone but three maids, and herself remained. Two were busy arranging the small table with food, and the other was preparing her sleeping attire. Feeling very comfortable, Valeri settled down into the water, letting the pleasant aromas waft around her. She was content in that moment.

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Vanity

After having finished her bath, eaten some spicy Exodus food, and drinking herself tipsy, Valeri looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was no longer in a bun, now resting down at her back, very curvy and white. She twirled a finger through it, as she gazed at her outfit. It was a simple beige robe that fit her, yet it was made from some material that made it practically see through. She quite liked it in all honesty, even if it was a bit modest. But her in current state, she found herself not really caring. Her black lipstick had washed away in the bath, revealing two pink lips. She blew a kiss to the mirror and giggled.

Two of the maids had left her after dinner, leaving only one to stand outside in case she needed anything. She knew the maid would be alright, two guards would keep watch of the door in the night, but how unfortunate that was. Valeri began to pace, she was full of energy and not really tired in the slightest. She looked around the room, trying to find something to do, but gave up in frustration. Perhaps a walk would do her good? It might make her tired.

She walked to the door, and opened it, only to find one guard, the other one gone and so was her maiden. The guard looked at her, his face going red.

"I-I, U-uh Princess! Uh, thought you would be asleep by now, your grace."

Valeri giggled, "You're a silly little guard." she said while opening walking onto into the hallway. "Now! Where the other two!" she asked in a sing-song tone.

The guard, try as hard as he might, kept glancing at the Princess' figure, and stammered more.

"P-princess t-they, w-went off to, well uh.." he began to shift uncomfortably as his voice fell quiet. The poor man's face, even for an Andorian, was a shade of pink. Embarrassment! Valeri read the situation. One guard here, and the other two, a man and woman, off somewhere else. She could only imagine what they were doing.

She laughed then, "Oh you poor thing! How mean of them to leave you all by your lonesome. Hmmm." She thought for a moment before exclaiming, "Ah! Did I not see how you talked to Elise earlier? Do not be lonely on this stormy night my dear, go. Go talk to her!"

"B-But Princess wh-"

"Do not worry about me, little guard. No one would dare harm a royal such as I. Now go, it will be our little secret! If anyone asks, just tell them I dismissed you to enjoy the night."

"I... Thank you, your grace." And with that, the man began to jog away. Well, he was obviously excited, and who could blame him?

Valeri then walked down the hallways, stopping every now and then to gaze outside at the storm. The cool wind licking her face was enough to send her back inside though. Refreshing as it was, she was hardly wearing anything to stay warm. She only met a few Exodus guards on patrols as she walked, and they gave her mixed reactions, which greatly amused the Princess.

After what felt like forever, Valeri finally found herself in a new area of the palace. A study of some sort, full to the brim with tables, books, and soft chairs. She enjoyed reading occasionally, but most books escaped her grasp of meaning, especially old tomes from before. They were hard to read, much less understand.

She browsed loosely, not really paying anything to mind. She hummed a small tune as she went from book shelf to book shelf. She walked over to another bookshelf and much to her surprise, she gazed at Amaya. Even without all of her jewelry and fine dress, even without makeup, it would have been foolish to think it was anyone else. She wore such an elegant little gown, and her hair! It was so long.

She leaned against the bookshelf and spoke after a moment with a large, genuine smile, "Well, I must say, I did not think I would find anyone out at this time, much less you Princess Amaya."

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Can't wait to corrupt, uh, meet them!

Pursuit of Power

I am well, thanks!

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

I have to say, I have been enjoying writing for Anu so much, that I am already half way done with my next post. Keep up the good work guys, looking forward to reading more!