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[NightShade]

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As hard as he tried she was still not with child. This was disturbing it was not according to plan. Had her prior birth to his heir, Jon done some internal damage he was unaware of?

Jon Strathmore was unhappy and rarely was it so it ussually all went so smoothly. He needed a female child, he had his heir and now he wanted that most important of traits...the green hair. He wanted a daughter.

Most would think it a simple request, a thing normal between husband and wife but his needs were twisted. He sighed picking up the blade he had used to work on countless experiments staring at it and knowing that once more he would have to work on his wifes flesh. It had worked prior, afterall he did have an heir....

Standing he strode to the Lady Strathmores bedchamber, walking in with a step of possession he did not knock. She jumped startled and turned and he paused. So beautiful his Eva, but he could not let such things dissuade him. He had work to do. He strode purposefully towards her and he knew that frightened look in her face, this was unusual for him. His hands came up grabbing her and pulling her close relief filling her young face. Yet quickly he moved placing the cloth over her nose and surely enough her eyes widened in fear and then, closed her body limp in his arms. He smiled, Obedience so blessed....

Touching the hidden lever on her bedroom mantle he entered the tunnel that would take him below to where he could work in peice. Implant yet another seed...

Yet so confident was he, he didnt see the eyes of his son as they peered thru the bedroom door. So confident was he that he missed the soft padding of Jon Jr's feet as he followed his father horrified at what he had seen.

The young man entered the laboratory to enter a nightmare in which he saw that which would turn any man from his father. His mothers gut strewn open and blood all over his fathers hands....

Jon Sr. turned his eyes closing at that which his son should not see and when he tried to explain he only saw the anger on his sons face. How could you do this to her, she is my mother! The young man fled and Jon Sr. sighed, he would implant a male, he would need another heir....the daughter would have to wait.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Jonathan Strathmore]

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His eyes closed harshly as the memory replayed, even upon his waking. The return of his son carried with it, unforeseen consequences. His eyes paled and his heart trembled at the sight no son should see, created at the hands of the father.

His quest so ever encompassing, his goal entirely strict, his own failures the only reasoning behind so much lost.

Gazing to the side, at his relief, his start had not awakened Violetta. The shifting piece of the puzzle, was becoming hard to place.

Still, tropical air accosted his senses, upon pushing through the door of his bedchamber. The visions in his mind replaying over and over, like a record stuck on a riff of a scratch. The maddening tone of imperfection carrying through his ears, clawing at his eyes. The tone of imperfection to tear father and son asunder.

The moon wavered over head, with each passing cloud, threatening to shroud him in ever-shadow. A bleak light piercing his eyes at every wind's turn. The light in the eyes of his Eva upon him, gnawing at his heart, threatening his own eyes with tears long lost and rarely remembered.

Once more, his heavy, laden eye-lids fell, covering the shame only he could see, but so many remembered. His goals were his, always, and the only import, of a life so horribly defiled. The only matter of import when he had stripped the rest of it away.

His own son.... Thought of the matter enough, would bring any father to his knees, tearing at their heart. His own son... at his own hands. Destined by the sins of the father.

He had murdered his boy, and used it as but a tool. A tool to silence a family, searching for what should have been theres.

The angel upon his bed, that was never rightfully his. Taken from him, by his son's last breath in this world.

Nightshade Strathmore... His point in life, and a sick and cruel one it became, twisted by the same misery that twists his heart. A creature of revenge stared up at the starless-night sky. The moon and the eyes of Eva, all that stared back.

With no more thought, a tear ran down his cheek. The one sign of weakness in a man who had destroyed everything... All that was left of the humanity, of a man who has nothing.

[NightShade]

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Eva laughed softly not letting up on the dream as it swirled thru his head so long forgotten. Yet she was here with a purpose. She would see that which had been destroyed reborn. She would see that which was born destroyed. He would return with her, his time to lay his plans together shortening. Long had she layed in peaceful slumber, long had she waited.

Her eyes closed in silent pain as a memory she long held silent she transferred upon his mind. Twould lend to agony..

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The room dark and cold in midnights splendor she awoke from some twisted dream. She ached, and hurt, her body shuddered. What misery was this? She cried soft tears, falling upon pale cheeks. Seraphin, beloved brother, please come and take me from this craze... Save me from the hands of a monster, save me from my own foolishness....

Yet no response was forthcoming to her fragile cries..

The tears gained in plentifulness and a hand reached out in the dark touching her cheek. Jon's eyes with unknown pain at his wifes misery. How accursed was the name of her brother to him, how angry it made him feel that she would turn to her brother and away from he. Yet could he blame her? He stood now over her scarred abdomen knowing that yet again no seed had been held and she writhed and cramped with the death of yet another heir.

His hands for the first time poised with knife shook, for once they could steady themselves not.

His torture of Eva so complete, each shot of pain he felt in her mind bringing Jon to his knees the cries ringing in his head. Like a demon his heart turned cold.

She will birth my child she must...! Even if it kills her. The soft voice of his beloved, Kill me Jon for I can live this nightmare no more.

At last the knife was loosed from his hand clattering with cold metal to the floor, and he lay down the sweet cloth,her eyes closing in releif and restful sleep, her torture ended. Weakness, bitter weakness, carried her in his arms back to her bedchamber. He should kill this woman she could not bare his seed, he needed so badly, and all his experiments lay on the line. Yet as he looked upon her sleeping form. He knew it could not be so. Her son would bare this new pain..he thought wryly to himself, why not? Would not any son do this for his mother?

His laughter harsh and angry filled the night...
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Mairsil]

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Two young men of proud familes, two friends, sat in the dark of woods. They faced eachother across the darkness, their convorsation too devoid of happiness to warrant the lighting of a fire. One sat up straight and the other slouched forward, holding his hands to his temples.

Jon Jr. did not appear to be well. He looked sick, and he looked angry, but Zephryn Gryfith didn't feel any better than Jon looked. He listened to his story in shock and bewilderment. He didn't know whether to scream or to throw up. There was no simple answer to what he had been told.

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Only an hour later Zephryn paced just outside the doors of his father's bed chamer. He could knock on the door, he could open it, he could tell his father what had transpired. Seraphin Gryfith was the lord of the necromancer family, he was powerful, he could do something about this.

But was that the right thing to do? It's what he wanted to do. But was it what Jon wanted? Did he want his father attacked in his home and dragged away by horse? did he want his family destroyed in an instant as mother and father were suddenly sundered forever? Did he even want the world to know what he himself could barely beleive? The Strathmores were always a family shrouded in darkness, always under the eye of suspicion, but did anyone really know?

Questions darted through Zephryn's mind like a thousand tiny drops of rain on the wind. He wasn't even sure he was really answering any of his questions, he was jsut pacing. It was all he could really do.

Something on your mind my boy?

Zephyrn froze, his eyes wide, and slowly looked up to see his father, awake, staring at him from the end of the hallway. Utter silence locked him in place, and Seraphin Gryfith slowly made his way toward Zephryn. He put a hand on his shoulder and looked down at his son, staring him in the eyes.

Zephryn stuttered.

I.. I wanted to.. I need to talk to you about something.

Curiosity and concern floated before Seraphin's eyes as he stared at Zephryn for a moment. But than he nodded and patted his son on the back, guiding him towards his study.

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It was all he could do to hide his shaking, he couldn't look at his son. His son had had the courage to tell his father this dark story and Seraphin Gryfith couldn't look his son in the eyes. He stared at the row of old books on his shelf instead. They had no answers, but it was the answer he was affraid of.

The truth is, I couldn't sleep because I had a nightmare. I had a nightmare about your aunt. Soemthing.. something felt wrong

Zephryn's eyes followed the movements of his father, always with him, the delay in his father's words killing him.

Dad, what are you going to do? We have to do something.

The emotions that were bottled inside Seraphin were impossible for his son to understand, there was so much he didn't know. But Seraphin couldn't control how he felt, and his panic turned to anger as he turned on his son.

I Warned her. I warned her Zephryn
I. Warned. EVERYONE!
We have to do something, but no authority is going to solve this matter for us, and what option does this give me?

Zephryn was taken aback, astounded at his father's reaction. Confusion overwhelmed him.

You're.. you're asking me? You aren't going to do anything?

Seraphin turned sharply all the more enraged by his son's words and slammed his fist into the nearby bookshelf, causing it to tumble and spill its contents.


Of course I am goign to do something!

He stared at his son and in his eyes all his anger was reflectd. Not because he was angry at zephryn or that Zephryn was angry at him. His eyes were merely mirrors. Seraphin was angry at hismelf. This was his failure. This was a failure that was too late to fix. His next words were calmer but stern. Coarse.

Zephryn I need time to think... I want you to find Jon Jr. and bring him back here.

Zephryn had no idea what possessed his father in that study, but he did as he was told. His father wouldn't abandon his Aunt. And Zephryn would not abandon his father.

For the family Gryfith.
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"You see I can not be forsaken, because I'm not the only one. We walk amongst you, beating, r#ping, must we hide from everyone?" - Jon Davis

[NightShade]

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Many years later, and a different father:

His hand swept back violently knocking the young girl off her feet. She reached up and touched her cheek, her breath knocked right out of her.

WRONG NIGHTSHADE WRONG! I will show you again!

Father I dont know why you are so obsessed with this... it makes no sense.

Cast the spell as you move your kryss this time, like this! Angrily Jon Jr. made a quick movment with his hand and spoke the words. Tears streamed down the 15 year olds face. It was covered with bruises and she was missing a tooth. At the moment she couldnt even eat the apples she loved so much.

He looked at her disgusted, but then turned pulling composure of himself. She was perhaps his only hope at taking revenge against his father and freeing his mother. Zeph and he had a plan and he needed as many people as he could to help. Nightshade was bait he needed. Master it, poisoning is suppose to be in your blood. His fury unleashed he couldnt hold back anymore she looked so much like her mother he couldnt stand it. The words tumbled from his mouth, you murderess you filthy vermin, you killed your own mother!

Nightshade stared at him and her face crumpled the bruises aching and tears falling down her young cheeks. I dont understand I jsut dont understand. I love you father, I loved her to though I never new her...

His heart broke and he turned, What had he done, for weeks he had taken his fury out on Shade. Really it was his own fault. He didnt want Zeph to know, he would be ashamed of his treatment of his daughter. He saw his father in his minds eye cold and driven never stopping for those who loved him. He shuddered and his voice cracked. I am sorry Shade..

She had risen slowly to her feet and a burst of anger upon her, he heard the words spoken perfect and the slice of his own kryss grazing his back. Oddly it only nicked him as if she intended that. Then he realized his face turning up into a smile, she had done it at last....She had poisoned him.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...