FVN Chapter 285: Seely
Chapter 285: Seely
Rafel knew a lot about terrible parents. He had the absolute fucking worst.
His aunt—whom he had fucked not once, not twice, but endless times had turned out to be his mom.
—and she knew now how much he enjoyed fucking her. His mommy knew his cum face.
All the fucking Hel-years of his life, even while she would be urging him, "faster! faster!" inside of her, she knew. She fucking knew and said nothing. He had always wondered why Lilith only let herself truly go with him. 'And now, I guess I know.' Rafel's shoulders slumped. For a boy of his size, it was a whole lot.
At the moment, he stood in front of Eragonn: the great stone doors, big as the shadow frigates of [Kala Domoni] before him. He was the only soul in the rising mist of the infamous dungeonland.
"Hark! Who's there?! Eragonn expects no visitors in her darken bowels this morn. Name thyself!"
It was a [Gurnlak] guard: huge green swamp things, that yelled this at Rafel from a floating bridge of icy stalagmites. Before Rafel could call out back to the reptilian jailer, a burst of golden mana vortexed in front of the Gurnlak, out of thin air. The citrus glow and smell of [Skyling] magic filled the balmy air as none other than the Wardress stepped out through the halo of catching [Sunfire].
"Madamé Imperia." The Gurnlak went to his knees.
His tail lashed out behind him as he prostrated in front of this new woman. The swamping gold light dimmed after a few seconds and the ethereal form of Giselle Van Imperia was revealed. She was as he remembered—Rafel perused her figure on the high floating ice; hot as the celestial light she emerged from. Giselle ignored the Gurnlak on his knees.
"Open the gates." she ordered in a detached voice.
Even from this height, Rafel could not distract that the former queen was still a phenomenal beauty. A total hottie. A babe for the ages.@@@@
And yet, another soul his auntie had seduced and corrupted.
The faerie of the Continent remembered the great granddaughter of King Baeleon as the lesbo bitch sub of an Archdemoness—bitch in a raw light—and not as the formidable [Yandere] who had led them to victory against the blue Giantsfolk. As for Rafel, Giselle was still he girl he used to know. He knew firsthand of Lilith's strange way of making a person pine and pant after her. He didn't think less of the blonde Wardress for it. But like the fae, Israfel was in bond of remembrance.
Giselle slept in Lilith's arms, for so long she could have ended the [War of Three Cities] before ever it began.
"I'm here for my Aunt." Rafel spoke up to the blue icestone bridge.
"I'll take it from here." Giselle dismissed the large [Gurnlak] guard. And the levitating bridge lowered like a rattle chain, stretching out to Rafel's side. It didn't quite touch ground. The colossal mountain doors of Eragonn parted with a grating noise. Rafel slipped in through the seventy foot crack. Giselle bent her head before him, refusing to meet his eye.
Her tresses were pure gold, hadn't fully dimmed of [Sunfire] mana, longer and fuller; the Giselle of Li Dan gowns and balls was no more.
The Wardress of Eragonn stood before him in tight hardy pantaloons and damask tunics.
"She's where she's always been. She has been in a frenzy all night; screaming out fucking flames. I think she takes your abandonment harder than the actual isolation of her own cell. The roaches avoid her dungeon so there might be some stink." She told him. "I don't know why ever you come here."
Rafel made the first contact with her in three years: he raised her high cheekbones. He forced her fine sunset eyes to meet his.
"Aya is cooking mutton stew tonight. Come over."
He saw something of redemption enter her Skyling eyes but didn't wait for her to reply. He walked off as soon as he was sure she heard him.
Aaaahhhhh!!!
Lilith screamed out at his sarcasm. She had trained him to be too much of a sadist. The outburst from her was sudden to Rafel. He fell silent, but felt no remorse. Lilith finally raised her damp flood of coal black hair. Her stare was rich, iridescent violet. She pinned Rafel with it as she spoke out through eons of longing and lust. Her voice shook: "You little boy. M-My darling little boy. I'm your mum, laddie. Have some FUCKING respect!"
"I'm not the one sitting in a filth of her making." he retorted, scrunching his nose at the soot-colored stains and heap of grit around her.
Lilith rose, and Rafel saw his folly: his mother was surrounded by little skeletons—bones of the mice and bats that had dared her lair; the stench hadn't come from Lilith after all. It was from the murder all around her. Even so far away from Hel and her [Tower of Holocaust] Lilith refused to not have a throne. And from the look of things, she had made one from the carrion of the tiny trespassers into her dungeon.
Rafel shut his agape mouth as Lilith stood to her full imposing 7ft and wiped the back of her hands over her tear-streaked eyes. Sobs escaped her.
"You think she loves you," Lilith started, "y-you t-think they all love you?" she snorted. "They fuckin' don't! I LOVE YOU! I'm your FUCKING MOTHER! No one is gonna love you like me."
"YOU'RE INCAPABLE OF LOVE." Rafel shouted back.
"Not for you." Lilith gasped. "—I can't believe you just said that. I have loved you since you were born in that goddamn pool of fire."
"You have a very weird description of love." Rafel told her. Lilith, knowing exactly what Rafel was thinking about when he said it replied him. "You enjoyed it just as much as I did. And knowing what you now do about us would have changed nothing.
"As for the little angel girl you think loves you, you killed her father. She's got daddy issues. Why on earth do you think she lets you call her LITTLE RAVEN?" Lilith began prancing, imitating Rafel's big voice, "Who's your zaddy? I'm your zaddy." She ignored his flashing eyes, but dropped the act. "Oi! Well, I'm your mother. Your real fucking mum! And it'd be pretty darned nice if you spent more time in here with me than with those fucking putas!
They'd be dead in a century anyway. But me? Nah. I'm here forever, my darling. I'm—"
"I knew I shouldn't have come here." Rafel cut in. It was the smallness of his voice that stopped Lilith.
Then she knew her dear boy was really mad. She had struck a nerve.
Before Rafel even turned, she began to beg:
"Alright, I'm sorry, darlin'. Okay? Maybe I shouldn't have called them putas."
Rafel leaped up, out of the muddy bowl of the sank dungeon. He wasn't listening.
"HEY! LISTEN!" Lilith called. When she tried to join him out of her cell, the blue thunder chains on her wrists cut into her skin, sizzling her soft flesh. Lilith yelped. "HEY!" she began to yell. "Don't leave me please. Come back! DAMN YOU, ISRAFEL!
Fucking damn you!"
She was screaming out. The last thing Rafel heard was the roar of blue infernal fire belching out from her throat. He never turned. "I don't know why I bother with her." Rafel stormed out of the prisons. He didn't halt by any hall to cool off. Giselle looked upon him from the window of her Wardress office, march like a great lion. Rafel was so hot he didn't even know he'd stepped into a [Wreath Circle].
10ft away from the carriage that brought him to the gates of Eragonn, just as soon as his first leg touched the center of the mystical bouquet, he vanished.
"My liege?!" His Chauffeur was shocked to a stand-still in her breeches. She picked up the wreath of dahlias and blue roses. "LORD ISRAFEL?!"
In her stunned demeanor, she suspected one thing; her Lord had being transported into the elder fae realm. She had heard stories about people going missing in forests and gardens, stomping into the mysterious crown-like bouquets. And not seen it heard from again. If the fables were to be believed, her liege was now falling into the country of light and flowers.