The Ghost of a Passion Past (Cicero and Starlight)

Subject: The Ghost of a Passion Past (Cicero and Starlight) 3/26/2011, 11:44 pm

Midnight - the hour of the new day. A new day and a new life for one Natasha Cole. For the last few days she had stayed locked in her own tower in fear of those dark and menacing eyes. The eyes that pierced her soul and took her back to the days of a child when she had been known as Renee. Days Natasha thought were long behind her until she had see the Father with her own two violet eyes. He had stood there so calmly as he acknowledged her in plain view of the public, the way he had simply...ignored her yet behind closed doors he had known instantly who she was and where she belonged.

So it was here that she had locked herself, in her mind, in her tower and even considered leaving this world behind as well for she knew the power that he held over her even now. She couldn't escape it no matter what she or any other's did. His power could only ever be ended by his own will and, needless to say, she didn't see him releasing her any time soon. So she would now be a slave to his will once again even against her own will. His pull on her mind and body was something only one had ever come close to rivaling and with that one so close yet feeling so far Natasha was quite unsure of what, if any, assistance would come from her bear.

As a bolt of lightning cracked across the sky she sighed. This was a most beautiful night, the rain fell in a torrential downpour, lightning sung in perfect harmony with thunder and even the hail clinked perfectly against the stained glass windows depicting scenes of Zeus and Thor and other iconic legends of lightning and storms. This was her haven and yet...if that were true why did she feel that same dark and ominous presence creeping slowly closer to her?

In a hurry she crossed the room and pulled on her robes, tying them tightly at her waist and caring little for anything else. It was then that she let lithe blue tinted fingers wrap around the solid shaft of her Staff. Readying herself both phsyically and mentally for the darkness that she knew all too well was on it's way. A whispered mantra passing from between her lips as she closed her eyes and tried to focus herself, to beat back the cold of her own despair and it slowly crept upon her. What if he was the only way she could ever feel anything again? What if he was the one to forgive her sins and accept her for who she was? Starlight has said and showed that she had done these things but the doubt still lingered in her mind from time to time but with him, when he was around, he was perfect.

"You can beat him Natty, he's a ghost now...you can be free of him if you desire."

The rain. They say deep down Catholics believe their god has died, and that the faith remains simply to weep
for him. Cicero knew better. Like salt upon his lips he tasted his dissatisfied lord, with every step he took. The black Crusade, The
Flock, and The Plague-Bearers had all existed to battle the lord. But Cicero was at a stand still in that regard, very little life remained
in abyss. To create an army seemed pointless and for now hell was content to watch their priest roam through the world further
corrupting humanity.

This evening his corruption lay at the door step of his beloved little Renee. When he had first taken her
she was little more than a wisp of a girl. His corruption had eaten into her with ease. Every facet was filled with his sin, and when his
seed took root, he abandoned her.

He let her grow like any other seed alone clinging to other trees from far away. Her roots corrupting
theirs, but now she had ripened, bloomed into something stronger.

He wanted to see the results. So he ignited past links, his pull on her strong, and there in the rain
under a great tree, he began to invade her. Hell existed in every faith and like a smog, thick with death, Cicero moved into her
chambers. Her gods doing nothing to protect that which was already hells.

His smell, and sin permeated everything, he did not need weapons for one who bore his marks, who
carried his seed, he need only think, and invade. After all only the first decision matters, only the first steps along the path could
save someone and she had long ago stepped down his path, and all that was around her now was darkness, and his path alone could lead her.

So he leaned against the tree and closed his eyes, dressed as always in the all black except for the
collar around his throat, and the crucifix that hung limply around his neck.

Like a thousand snakes he moved about the room, they began to coil the mist, the snakes, the mind coiling
along her body looking to enter her force their way inside her most vulnerable places.

The devil was coming to bring back his contractual obligations.

A dreaded smile slid along his lips...“The night has just begun.”

That was when she felt it, he was close. She could even smell him even so far from the earth in this massive structure of stone and mortar and magic. He could penetrate it all to find her if he so wished and this night he had. Like some rough lover she felt him against her...within her. His touch almost loving yet every emotion she felt behind it was wicked as sin as if he enjoyed doing this to her for the mere enjoyment he got out of seeing her in such a state. As if he enjoyed making her weak and vulnerable all over again. It was Cicero however so that probably wasn't too far from the truth...he found pleasure, not in the enjoyment of the flesh, but in the domination and corruption of those he came in contact with. It was as if the sex was only a means to an end and now that Natasha had found this dark part of herself all over again she knew that her thoughts rang true.

Falling to her knees she felt him invading her...touching her. It was everything she had dreaded and more all over again. Her skin crawled as she felt him but didn't see him. Coward. It was the one thought she clung to as she tried to fight every thing that rose up within her. Everything that made want to cry out for him, everything that made her want to simply fall and lie upon the fur blankets that served as her bed and simply enjoy being taken by him. It was all she had to fight him with at the moment. She wanted to lash out, to burn the forest to the ground and hunt him down but at the same time she wanted nothing more than for him to show himself and wrap his arms around her. Take her back in to that deep dark pit of sin she had crawled out of once already.

Biting her lip to the point of tasting her own blood she tried so hard to fight him off, she could feel him, like a thousand snakes upon her body, forcing his way in to her everything. Had it not been for the events of nights past she wouldn't even be in this place or in this predicament. Even now as her mind and body was swallowed by her dark priest she couldn't think of anything but her. Forcing herself to focus she fell to her knees and screamed with all the torment of the souls of hell. A scream that would pierce the night. A scream that became a single word as the lightning crashed again, this time against the roof of the tower itself sending shingles and shrapnel flying through the night sky.

"STARLIGHT!"

Happy was something Starlight was not as of late. She had been reunited with her Necro and that alone, was something to rejoice..... However the happiness was short lived as her eyes were cast upon the dark priest of Natasha and Starlight's past. Natasha's past with him went far deeper than Starlight even knew, but she didn't wanna know either. She knew there were parts of that past that would make her more than unhappy, those were the parts that she feared and also, the ones that made the rage build within like a raging fire trying with every passing moment to reach up to the heavens.

She had decided this night, to take her unhappiness and rage out on her credit card. It was something she rarely did these days. Shopping. Not a favored past time for the bear but.... Natty could always use some new things, and she knew, she loved to be spoiled. Store to store, Starlight went. Bags and bags filled her hands but nothing was near enough. She wasn;t finding just the perfect thing to make her smile. The smile was gone and trying to find it, proved to be more difficult than she had initially banked upon. A sigh left her lips as she wandered the city streets, searching for something, she just had no idea what before her eyes cast up. A jewelry shoppe. That could prove to be interesting. And just like that, in she went.

Starlight moved, case after case, picking out things here and there. Nothing for Natasha quite yet, but other members of the family. A necklace for Emma, one for Angel as well. A ring then for her Bells, a small feminine skull ring, perfect for her little fighter bitch and then.... her eyes moved to one of the last cases. Her bags were dropped to the ground as she stared upon a necklace inside the case. It was amazing. So perfect, flawless, so vibrant with color. As the Sapphire blue and Amethyst purple reflected back into those brown orbs, she couldn't help but let a smile grace her lips. She had found two things this night. One, a perfect gift for her little Necro and.... her smile.

As soon as the smile graced her lips, it was replaced by her eyes widening and a look of fear crossing over her face. She heard the scream and felt the fear. Natasha was in deep trouble.... and she knew whom was to blame. Fucking Cicero. She would kill that man if it was the last thing on this earth she did. Bags were grabbed as she hollered at the woman to hide the jewelry she had picked out and told her she would be back.

Out of the store she ran and then into an alley. As soon as she was safe from sight, she popped a scroll and teleported home. The bags were dropped at the door as she closed her eyes and concentrated upon her Necro. Another scroll was grabbed after the location was gotten and she popped the seal once again and read the words aloud. She hoped as eh teleported, that she wasn't too late to save her amazing woman.

She found herself in familiar territory. She looked around at the tower and sighed. She knew, already, where this night was headed and she was Not happy. Eyes fixated upon Natasha Cole and a frown moved over her lips. At east she was alone within the tower, as far as she could see. She stared at her and tilted her head, looking at her poor Necro, on the ground and looking terrified. She moved slowly over to her as she stared at her Natasha, my love? I'm here. It's Starlight baby. Everything's okay.

Another sigh left her lips as she felt the all too familiar feeling of deja vu moving over her. She remembered the last time they were here, in this tower, in a similar situation. The last time though, mere 24 hours later, ended in divorce. She was determined not to let tonight get anywhere near that point. She had gotten her love back. She was going to make sure, come hell or high waters, it stayed that way this time. The woman was hers, not his, and she would break the ties that binded them together and get her woman back, no matter the personal cost she had to pay.

Cicero felt it in the room, a salvation, an escape if only temporary from his powers. Very few ever completely broke from his aggression but months and years he could be pushed away and this one had that potential... So instead of directly challenging it he continued to focus on Natasha, the touch of his inhuman malice eased and he became a hum to all the places of pleasure on her body, like the softest lover, skilled and kind, and as his assaults on her body became pleasure, he moved instead looking to invade her ocular, and sensory perception.

"See only me..." He whispered playing with her, trying to use her mind against her, after-all what was Starlight if not an attempt at easing the hole he had made, Cicero was her life blood, Starlight was simply a dominant creature meant to feed her a little sin before Cicero returned with his torrents let the rivers gush over her, fill her body, let it sing inside...

Starlight still took her like a human, Cicero had always been her monster.

So why not let her see the facets of himself that existed in her new lover, hear his voice when she spoke, see his face when she smiled... Looking down he summoned a weapon from deep inside the earth, after-all starlight seemed like the type who struck out physically when she could not win in the mind, and he sensed she was physically superior... For now.

Still he never played another's games, he was the dark priest only his rules were ever applied. So she would have to do this his way or be swept up in his all consuming sin.

Whimpering softly she shivered as the attack on her body lessened only to be replaced by what felt like the softest and most tender of hands. She felt as if were like his and her first time all over again when he was tender and kind and warm to her...before it had come to light that he was merely manipulating her. That anger was enough to drive her to her feet and issue forth yet another scream, this one of anger and hatred and loathing for the man that had haunted her dreams and her nightmares and even her waking hours. It had been as if he had always been there at the corner of her vision. Yet even as she stood there with a white knuckle grip on her staff she could swear she heard the words of Starlight whispered softly in her ear yet nothing was there to be seen but Cicero standing over her...what trick was this now? Her voice and his face and...none of it made sense!

"Star Baby....Where are you? Why do you look like...him?"

Shaking her head she pushed back against the darkness even through all the pain and agony and pleasure he was bringing to her mind. She had almost swallowed him whole and him her and it all would have happened his way had it not been for that single small whisper. Starlight was there...somewhere. Somehow. She was there and Natasha was damned determined to find her.

"Star Baby....I know your here. Cicero, you can not hide her from me. I may be lost in your sin but NOTHING is as pure and as perfect as the love that Starlight and I share and have for each other. I refuse! I will NOT let you take me back. I belong to Starlight and Starlight alone!"

She looked upon her, watching as she looked at peace, almost in bliss.As fast as the pleasure looked to move over her face, the anger seemed to rise over her and take hold. Her head tilted as she watched her. She closed her eyes a moment as she heard the scream and then reopened her eyes and looked at her. She watched her and looked completely confused. She couldn't understand the words that she had said. What did she mean? She was standing there, right in front of her. Her mind raced in a million different directions before it hit her. Her eyes went wide as she shook her head Natasha.... Don't look at what I look like. -Hear- me. Cicero is messing with your mind. It's me baby, I promise you. Don't let him do this to you.... to us. It's me, baby. I promise. Break through the mind fuck..... Come back to me baby. Her arms opened as she looked at her. She wanted to believe her words would get through, but a part of her knew, Cicero's hold upon her woman was far too strong still. He had taken her from her a long time ago. A time when they were happy. A time when love ruled everything with them...... everything but Natasha's heart. Starlight knew it and she wouldn't handle it as well as she thought. This time, was different. She was prepared for it this time.

Eyes cast on Natasha as she stared deep into her eyes. She didn't care what she looked like to her. She knew who she was and she was determined to get Natasha to see her. Soft words were spoken, love flowed from her lips as she spoke to her, trying to get to her mind's heart. It's e baby. See me. Not him. Remember only me Natasha. Remember the drive up to the cabin. That faithful car ride. That beautiful cabin. The time spent there. Block him out and come back to me. She bit the side of her lip as she tilted her head, wondering if it would be enough and hoping it would at the same time. it was the one thing they shared that no one else knew about and only Starlight would know to say. Hopefully, that would be enough to try and mess with whatever spell over Natasha he had. If not.... She would try something else.... She just didn't know exactly what yet.

Laughter like bloodied ice cut through
Natasha as he played inside her mind, "Love?" the word dripped like venom inside the necromancers subconscious, as he slithered deeper, "How dare you speak to me of such hypocrisy." He assaulted her nerves, setting her ablaze with unending pleasure for just a moment, reminding her of what levels she lived on.

"How very human of you..." She tasted his fingers on her tongue before he scorched her chest and eyes with pain, immediately letting words fall upon her ears.

Cicero let the words of Starlight enter her mind, but diseased them changing the voice to some bizarre amalgamation of the two, working within her head, "Nat'enee.... look at, what I , look like." he forced the words to break and scatter in her head "-Hear-
me." Clearly Cicero took these words, and his voice boomed in place of starlight. "Cicero is FIXING your mind." Again he dissolved and reanimated transforming how she would here her would be savior "It's me baby, I promise you. Let him do this to you...." He made these words come out plain cutting her in and out of hearing crackling like some broken radio, STATIC "fuck..... Come back to me baby."

Doubt was a tool of the devil, still as the bitch continued to speak he could not block it all out, he interrupted as he could but through his assault STATIC Cabin STATIC a word made it through the woods, something that meant more to the mind he possessed so he considered how to use this word, learn more infiltrate deep, the priest whispered... "I stand before you embrace that which you once lost..."

Break Stars temperament make her think that she has won, the dark priest mused. The tendrils of sin always rape you of all other things. His mind was enjoying this chess game, his little Renee the board, the other player was a strong but simple creature.

Her eyes fluttered as the pleasure assaulted her body and mind, almost bringing the Necromancer to her knees but will, and will alone, kept the purple and blue haired woman on her feet. She had been beaten, raped, tortured and humiliated enough. She would never allow herself to be in a place like that ever again. It was beyond her vision and so long as she had that one unbreakable strand of hope Natasha vowed that she would never fall in to the deep dark pit that was the abyss of Sin. Perhaps it was not love that drove her...no. It truly wasn't. She could have done all of this on her own and without love. It was never love that had driven her to fight him and his influences for so many long and wicked years. It had been something deeper. More powerful.

It was all she could do to lean against the shattered wall of her tower, so many things racing through her mind all at once she couldn't focus on one single thought. Tonight was a night of listening and instinct. It was instinct that forced her to fight, it was the words she heard that spurred her on. It was all of it that refused to let either one of them have dominance over her. Never had she felt such pain as she felt this evening...everything that had occurred before had been pain in her mind and body and soul but this was the first time that Cicero had ever attacked her heart and used the one thing that could truly hurt her...Starlight.

Everything that was said was like some sort of puzzle, it made sense if it was twisted but otherwise they were things Starlight never would have even whispered when the druid was at her angriest. Starlight would never tell her to let Cicero have his way with her...those words would never be said by Starlight. Starlight had seen the damage Cicero had done to the necromancer and never would Starlight EVER allow or condone anything the man ever did. Pushing the words from her mind she rose to her full height, a very unimpressive five feet and eleven inches, and let herself become the creature she knew Starlight feared. The creature Cicero would soon know to fear. There was one way to break the will of a man so wicked...

"Cicero! I know what your attempting! I am no longer your puppet. I am not some creature for you to play with when you get bored. I am stronger, I have seen heaven, I have seen hell. I know what it is you are capable of and I tell you now...I AM YOURS NO LONGER! I denounce you! I denounce your sin! FUCK your FLOCK!"

The words were screamed in to the night air. Punctuated by the crash of thunder and the piercing shock of lightning as the rain poured harder and harder upon the earth as if at the very beck and call of this furious woman. The rain washing away and semblance of humanity from Natasha leaving thew woman to appear as nothing more than a nude woman with eyes of pure and brilliant energy. Every hole in her body shone with this magnificent light as she forced it all from her mind the best she could letting herself become overtaken by the rage and anger she had harboured for this man for the last few years. Let him know hell...

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She watched Natasha, wondering what was going through her mind. Starlight was usually pretty good at dealing with Natasha and knowing her thoughts, while not dead on, the ideas within her head always seem to shine through her eyes. It was their relationship. Cicero though, added a whole new element to their relationship. Before, the relationship was straight forward, Cicero was only a backdrop. Now, things were completely different. Cicero was there, in the flesh. While Starlight couldn't deny, his presence was dominant and he had that sex appeal that must have been what drew Natasha to him in the beginning, she hated this man. They both did and Starlight was determined to get Natasha from him.

Starlight loved Natasha. She had lost too much because of Cicero before so now.... the tables were going to be turned. Starlight would take back what was hers or she would help Natasha break the chains that held her to Cicero. Her mind worked into over-drive as she thought about how to accomplish said goal. As she thought, she watched Natasha before she saw her stand up. An eyebrow rose up as she stared up at the woman before she took a step back hearing the yelling.

A grin moved over her lips as she listened to the words that Natasha yelled. She knew, somewhere in her head, she was finally letting the man go. Somewhere in her mind, the hold he had on her was diminishing. She looked out the window as she heard the rain coming down and the thunder and lightning from outside. Natasha truly was getting angry with this man. She was finally getting the anger out and taking back not only her life, but also her mind. Starlight was proud to say the least.

As she looked from the window back to Natasha, she saw the nude woman standing there, light coming from all over. It nearly hurt her eyes but in that moment, Starlight was actually stunned at the beauty in which she saw. A sigh left her lips as she finally took a few steps forward and stood in front of the Necromancer. A smile moved over her lips as she spoke, wondering if Cicero would try and twist this as well or try and screw with Natasha some more. I love you, my little Necro Bitch. Everything is fine. Everything's good. I'm here baby. Look into my eyes and take a deep breath

Cicero would greet her words with silence for a time, she was loud and angry but he had not been driven out she had not removed him, the voice was loud and full of more confidence, but things had not changed not in her core. Things would not work the way she so desired, just the opposite in fact her rage and power made the priest angry, she just did not get it the whole fucking world was his playground her banishment and sin was nothing compared to the devils who had punished him for his failings in the abyss... He had been playing nice, but she believed she understood rape? Understood torture? A malevolent feeling took a hold of her, this was his game and the board had no right to change the movement of the pieces.

First Cicero ignited the adrenaline in her system, his seed had not died, and before he could allow her to gain the confidence and strength to drive his power into the background he made a show of just how much she had actually surrendered... Flooding her body with liquid receptor. He than set her nervous system on fire.... Assaulting her nerves in a way only hell could manage.

The unending flames would consume her until she admitted her place... True pain was something not to be tampered with and he could produce it all in her own mind. "Burn." He snarled like some callous devil from the depths.

They dare to play games with me on some equal setting, he would make the pain so intense she never forgot it, the torture she had witnessed before would be nothing compared to his cruelty, and when this all encompassing pain was attempted to be lifted it would not be starlight who looked to hold her it would be him.

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