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Triggers: TW: sexual content, blood, violence, BDSM, political warfare, more TBD

TW: sexual content, blood, violence, BDSM, political warfare, more TBD

Antonov Solaire proudly lounged in his throne room as festivities abounded around him all of them still in full swing, despite the fact they had been going for hours. Today was the Festival of the Eclipse, a marker for the day Solaire’s grand army had finally domesticated the nation of Senet. The humans who had ruled it put up a long and arduous fight, refusing to cede their homeland to their betters. Still, after three years of fighting, Antonov Solaire proved his superiority over them, finally stamping out the last pockets of resistance on this day five years ago. Since then he and his court had spent their time truly bringing the land and people to heel, establishing the Church of the Sacred Sun, and converting all they ruled to it. The nation of Senet wasn’t the only one in the area with Sidioria, Damatia, and the Kingdom of Dhevyn still maintaining their independence, but Senet was already the lead political power before the Demons took control and under their rule, that gap had only widened. blankspace

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This was readily apparent in the fact that these three once great nations now paid Solaire tribute. Not even the country of Senet, but its ruler. Both the head of the Church of the Sacred Sun and sole king of Senet, there was no Demon with power greater than him in existence and the world bowed before him to curry his favor. He’d already received Damatia and Sidioria’s gifts, a pandering portrait of him on the battlefield during an eclipse from the former and a pathetic human blade forged by Sidoria’s “master smiths” from the former. These material objects littered his halls and treasury, symbols of his power and the terror he commanded from the world, but still boring and trite to him now. He had but to snap and be handed whatever delicacy or riches he desired, with anything not already on hand likely easy for his own immense power to obtain. blankspace

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The Kingdom of Dhevyn’s gift promised to be more entertaining, however. With the Kingdom ravaged by a large tsunami that had battered most of the islands comprising Dhevyn, they had already used most of their material wealth to purchase food and supplies from Senet. However, the accord at the end of the war dictated that any lack of tribute would mean the resuming of hostility, leaving the Kingdom scrambling for something, anything that would still Antonov’s hand. They had settled on their princess. By all accounts a beautiful and stunning woman, it was almost the sheer desperation that pleased Solaire the most. The kingdom had just given up half of their bloodline simply to prevent him from stamping it out entirely. The fact that the spreading of the Church of the Sacred Sun meant that their rule was short on time anyway, simply added to the irony. The symbol of the eldest princess of the Kingdom of Dhevyn reduced to nothing but his slave and plaything would soon be seared in the imagination of every loyal citizen of the Kingdom and Antonov hoped that they would carry that shame every day for the rest of their lives. blankspace

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The situation was so enticing to Demon Lord, that he wasn’t even irate from the tardiness of the gift. The Festival of the Eclipse had kept him… occupied for now, if not fully entertained. His other slaves and hired performers had certainly done their best, but his mind had been on the arrival of Luna for the entire day. Word had just come from his guard, however, that she was on her way. With one word, the throne room halted the festivities, quickly removing themselves to the sides so as to not impede the princess’ presentation. @The Legend of Vava: Scream Waker

The Kingdom of Dhevyn had been forced to submit to Antonov's army once they arrived. There was no way the human kingdom could have even attempted to over come an army of demons, and it was no surprise that the other kingdoms fell once Dhevyn did. The demon king easily took the kingdoms within such a short period of time that many people believed this was the end of the world. Demons walked the earth, and humans were now enslaved to a demon king. Hell had come to earth. Or that was at least what Luna Averall had believed. The princess of Dhevyn had been locked away in the castle once the demons arrived, and she was guarded constantly. The human kingdoms had been given some form of independence, but they were still under the main rule of the Demon King and his church. They stood no chance of trying to over throw him. Luna only knew of the war updates from the guards. Guards were rotated routinely so that the deceased guards in the armies could be replaced. This left Luna unprotected for only a moment, and in this moment, her father approached her and informed her that it was time to present a gift to the Demon King. Gifts were presented by the kingdoms in order for their 'independence' to remain. Her father informed her that this year, the kingdom of Dhevyn was going to give the best gift; her. Luna stood no chance against her father's will. Even though she protested, and she fought tooth and nail by begging her mother to make her father to reconsider, she was shut down. The kingdom of Dhevyn depended on her, and if she refused, then all of them would perish. This forced Luna's hand, and she relented. She would become the demon lord's offering. It was not even several days later that Luna was now in a carriage and on her way to the Demon lord's kingdom. The carriage made its way to the castle gates and once it arrived, the guards notified Antonov. Luna was only five feet tall, so her tiny frame was easily hidden within the carriage. However, the guards refused t

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o let her hide forever. They opened the door and the servant that came with her stepped out. "Your Majesty. The Kingdom of Dhevyn presents to you their gift; the Princess of the Dhevyn Kingdom, Luna Averall!" He gestured into the carriage and Luna stood. Her hip length golden blonde hair was curled at the ends. Her bright eyes reflected the fire light and the sunlight. She wore a white dress with gold filigree that danced along the skirt and bodice. She had an hourglass figure, with an ample bust and a plump backside, despite her smaller frame. It wasn't ridiculous, but if any of the men in the Dhevyn kingdom were asked, they would say Luna was the most beautiful woman in their kingdom. Gold cuffs held silk ties that rested on her wrists and her skirt. She slowly stepped out of the carriage and she approached Antonov. She slowly bowed her head, averting her gaze from the demon, "G-Greetings, Your Majesty. The Kingdom of Dhevyn prays for your success and... begs for your continuing mercy." She said, her voice trembling slightly. If she messed this up, her entire country would be destroyed, and it would be all her fault. @lucraz

As the outdoor festival quickly ended itself upon the silent order of the Demon Lord, the courtiers, entertainers, and citizens that had been invited, launched into a frenzy of tittering rumors as the carriage approached the edge of the promenade. The soldiers of the court quickly collected themselves into a show of force, keen to never let anyone from an outside kingdom, especially an almost conquered one, perceive any potential weakness in the armed forces of demonkind. So as the tribute’s caretaker stepped out of the carriage to announce their gift, said gift swiftly following them out, they were met with not only presented with the intimidating stature of Antonov Solaire lounging on his throne but rows of armed soldiers, their armor blazing with their inborn magical might. This was most certainly unhelpful to the petite princess as she made the plea for the Demon Lord’s continuing mercy. The uncertainty in her voice along with how she adverted her eyes, made the court titter with laughter, quickly seeing the princess as new entertainment for the bored denizens of hell that populated the palace. Gesturing, Antonov commanded his guards to seize the princess and march her toward him, while making a proclamation with his booming voice, “Well done, honored servants of the Kingdom of Dheyvn your tribute has been accepted and your presence is no longer required. We’ll be sure to appreciate the gift your kingdom has so lovingly bestowed upon us.” With the tiny tribute in front of him, Antonov quickly switched his attention from the meaningless humans that had brought his new toy to him, sure that their shame in the kingdom’s choice of tribute would silence any protest a foolish patriot might choose to make. As the minute princess quivered in front of him, Antonov rose from his throne, towering over her with his colossal stature, standing at an overwhelming six and a half feet tall. Smirking as he approached her he began to circle her as his soldiers released her, leav

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“Well, well what do we have here,” he mockingly lilted, running his hands over her body to examine the fascinating new prize he had just obtained. Starting from her top, he ran his fingers through the princess’ golden hair, feeling its softness as he slowly played with it. After that, he began to caress her luscious body, the ample curves of her form showing quite well through the simple yet elegant white dress she wore. Taking his time as his hands examined her assets, Antonov called out to the crowd, “Well it seems the humans have certainly sent an appropriately striking gift! I think they might have finally learned their lesson that they fully belong to us now! After all, if they’re this willing to give up their bloodline to us, how could we not offer to take excellent care of it?” As the crowd’s raucous, sycophantic laughter erupted and spread, Antonov finally removed his hands from the princess’ body, his claws having left small tears all along the dress, causing small teases of her skin to show as the dress shifted. The reprieve of his hands was brief however as they settled around the tribute’s neck and with some soft chanting and a spiderweb of red lines, a black collar materialized around the princess’ neck, the color and material standing in stark contrast to the princess’ outfit and fair skin. “Don’t worry my little gift, I plan to take my time in using you as I please. After all, I wouldn’t want to break my new toy too soon now, would I?” Antonov sneered at the princess, as he snapped his fingers and a fiery red leash tethered her at the neck to him. @The Legend of Vava: Scream Waker

Luna yelped as she was dragged across the floor of the throne room by several guards. She was shoved to her knees onto the stone of the floor, pushed and presented to the Demon King. Instantly, the massive demon stood above her. He was gigantic! Luna didn't look at him, her eyes locked onto her hands which rested onto the floor. She flinched as she felt the demon's hands running through her hair and along her body. Everywhere he touched felt cold and her skin almost prickled. She was petrified, and she dare not say a single word. She whimpered every so often as her dress tore little by little. She had no idea what to expect for her future. She could only make assumptions about what this demon would do to her, and the thought was terrifying. The demon king acted as if she was a pet, calling to the crowd with cries of how he would take care of her, how she was a striking 'gift.' She was no longer human and she was now the pet of a demonic king. It hurt her, and tears pricked at her eyes. She squeezed them shut, desperate to hide her feelings. If she cried, she'd only prove that humans were weak. She had to be strong right now. Suddenly, the king wrapped his hands around her throat. Luna's eyes widened and the tears ran down her cheeks. Was he going to kill her?! Had she upset him already? She hadn't even spoken! She felt a warm heat radiating across her neck. Was it her own blood? He released her neck and she reached up to touch her neck. She felt a thick collar surrounding her neck. He had collared her. A thick red leash appeared in his hand and it connected to the collar. She whimpered softly, looking up at him, the tears now running down her cheeks like thin rivers. "Y-Yes, Sir..." She whispered. She was unable to do a single thing except accept what was happening to her now. She had to. If she didn't... She'd die. That's what would happen. She would die. She felt her chest ache as she internalized his sneer. He looked at her as if she were an animal. His

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little pet... It tore her apart, and she shook her head slightly. She was a princess... and now, all she was was a pet. @lucraz

“Good girl,” Antonov condescendingly sneered out, twisting the term of endearment into an insult through tone and expression alone. “Now come,” he commanded, cruelly yanking the leash toward him as he took his seat on his throne once more. After pulling Luna into his lap, he snapped to the rest of the court, ordering them to resume the festivities, now that the day had finally begun in his eyes. So even though many of the performers had been entertaining all day, they immediately swung back into their best routines, all of them eager to both impress the Demon Lord and escape his ire. Settling back into his throne with the goblet of wine his staff had so attentively brought him, he glowered out at the sights in front of him, pleased that the world revolved around him with the current show both a celebration and confirmation of that delightful fact. Finally looking down at the newest gift quivering in his lap he decided that this newest entertainment trumped all the rest. “So former princess, what is your name then, assuming your mongrel excuse of a race and royal family deigned to give you one?” Antonov sneered once more, still looking down at the princess due to his towering height, even placed in his lap as she was. “Granted if they were so willing to give you up I wouldn’t be surprised they simply called you “girl” much in the way you will so often be referred to as “slave” or “pet” here. After all, what better way to remind you of your new purpose in life than to state it every time we decide to notice you?” Antonov’s long claw trailed under Luna’s chin as he mocked her, his tight grip on her new leash keeping her as close as possible and the pressure of his razor-sharp claws unrelenting. @The Legend of Vava: Scream Waker

Luna did not resist as he pulled her forward, forcing her to sit on his lap. The humiliation made her chest ache, and she glared hatefully at the demon's back. Once she was perched up on his lap, she let her expression stay stoic. She couldn't cause him to become angry, or else her family and people would be in danger. She took a slow breath and looked up at the demon that held her like a prized pet. She felt anger, shame, and misery bubble in her chest. "My name is Luna, Your Grace." Her tone was even and gentle, though she wished to call him all sorts of names. She flinched slightly as he mocked her family for giving her up. "My family did what they had to to preserve the safety of our people." She said and immediately she regretted it. She bit her lip and looked down. "I apologize for speaking against you, Your Grace." She muttered. His mocking was really pissing her off and she turned her face away as he trailed his claw under her chin. She let out a soft hiss as he tugged her leash again. Gods this was humiliating. How could this be happening to her? To her people and her family? Besides, what he said seemed to hit her hard. Had her family truly just decided to give her up? No. Surely they knew this was just the best option... 'Or perhaps... this easiest.' A sinister voice said in her mind. She shook her head slightly. No! Her family would never just give her up like this! He was just getting into her head.

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Antonov let his slave speak her piece in its entirety, absorbed in the minute facial expressions she was making as the gravity of her situation and the reality of her new life was slowly dawning on her. “Luna, you say? How fitting, to have someone that represents that which is precious and cannot be reached, below me and under my complete control,” He drawled, his smirk growing with every word. “Though don’t bother apologizing Luna your words cannot have any effect on me. After all, would you take the outburst of a random ant to heart? Of course not, so please pet, speak your mind, you are here for my amusement after all, and while you have rather impressive features, I imagine the wit of your words, unintentional or not, will provide the lasting diversion I seek from you.” Chuckling as each word hammered into the young woman, his hand began to trail lower, letting the claw mark its journey down with more fine cuts into the simple yet elegant dress that she had arrived in. Relishing her obvious discomfort at his touch Antonov simply continued, letting his touch become firmer and more insistent. blankspace

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Pulling her closer to his lips, since a Demon Lord does not lean down of course, he then whispered another tirade of poisoned words to her. “As for the truth of you ‘protecting your people’ do you really think that this was the best your family could come up with? What if I did decide to invade? Will you be able to stop me? After all, if you truly do entertain me, what’s to stop me from enslaving the rest of your Kingdom? If feisty and delightful princesses like you are the treasure those islands produce, I might simply want even more.” Eyes glittering, as he sat back Antonov let loose with his final barb. “So if you’re truly here to protect your people,” He sneered, “Then you’ll simply have to distract me enough to keep my attention on you, won’t you?” With a loud laugh, Antonov’s claw finished the work it had begun, and with one final decisive slash, the tattered remains of Luna’s dress finally split open in the middle, showing the Demon Lord the other half of the prize he had been given. “I very much look forward to seeing your earnest efforts to capture my notice, my new slave. I imagine they’ll be quite entertaining indeed,” He crowed, the court laughing aloud at his cruel theatrics. @The Legend of Vava: Scream Waker

Luna glared daggers at the demon king as he attempted to frighten her. She truly hated this demon. Hated with a burning passion. He insulted her intelligence, her wit, and it pissed her off royally. She let out a small gasp as he tugged her close, his lips close to hers, and as he pushed his venomous taunts into her mind, she felt her chest tighten more and more. He even went so far as to tear her dress from her body and expose her chest. As the fabric fell away to expose her breasts, Luna saw red. Suddenly, without thinking, Luna reached her hand back. A harsh slap filled the room and the music suddenly cut off. Gasps filled the air as the other party goers turned to see their King's cheek marring a new color, and a petite human sitting on his lap, her hand raised, indicating she had struck him. Two guards rushed forward, their hands grabbing Luna's arm. They wrenched her off of Antonov's lap, thrusting her to the floor and pulling her arms behind her back. Luna cried out, her arm screaming in pain as the guards nearly crushed her wrists. "Your Majesty, are you harmed?" The first guard asked, his eyes narrowed on the human woman. "Shall we bring her to the cells, Your Grace?" Luna cast a hateful glare up at the demon lord, tears running down her cheeks. She was utterly humiliated and embarrassed beyond belief. Though, she was even more angry at herself. If her people perished... it would be all her fault. This had been a mistake on her father's part. She knew she was not worthy of taking on this task. And yet, she refused to utter an apology. @lucraz

Antonov sat still for a moment, the novelty of having been struck still sitting with him as his new toy was dragged off of him. He watched as his guards restrained and pinned down the girl after her violent outburst waving the guard’s concern away with a careless flick of his hand. The slight, basically imperceptible, stinging of his cheek actually brought a smile to his face as his court looked on in stunned silence. It was this large, hideous thing of a smile, his mouth pulling back unnaturally wide to show the overly pointed teeth of the Demon race, sparkling here in the torchlight for all to see. Throwing the remainder of his wine to the ground, the Demon Lord stood as he shed his cloak, the moonlight illuminating his unnaturally pale skin and the red swirls of magic that ran under it. Striding towards Luna, he was raised to his full height above her once again, though now his expression and posture held far less of the playful, if cruel, joviality that he had carried so far through the night. Waving the guards to release her, his hand extended with a snap of his fingers, resummoning the leash that had been broken by her outburst and subsequent removal from his side. However, instead of dragging her away to punish her, or back to the throne to force her to resume the treatment she has so fervently protested against, he simply started to raise her into the air, slowly pulling her up by her neck until she was forced to stand on her toes to prevent the entirety of her weight from being solely supported by her neck. blankspace

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It was only then Antonov deigned to speak, administering the start of the punishment in scornful silence as the court looked in shock at the lowly being that would dare strike back against their Lord. “Well princess, I see you’ve decided to put the truth of whether or not your presence here truly protects your people or not. A bold way to experiment, but not a method that I particularly allow my slave the freedom to explore, no matter how entertaining I expect to find them in the future.” “I offer you this guarantee, however, that if you plan to have any purpose here besides acting as my plaything, I would expect you to at least attempt to remain in my good graces,” Antonov growled, “I would have expected that they would have at least prepared you to have been used by some noble husband, but I see that apparently that pack of mongrel dogs you call a royal family failed at even that. Perhaps that is why they sent you to me princess, they thought you unsuitable for anyone and decided to foist you upon me and pray that my desires lay in using and breaking you before you even had a chance to speak.” blankspace

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With disdainful suddenness, he released the leash and let Luna collapse back down to the ground in front of him. “Since your family has so failed to educate you, I see that the duty now lies with me, a certain devaluation of your worth in my eyes, but I expect to find the process of breaking and molding you into my perfect slave will have to suffice as a satisfactory experience.” With one last glare at the small woman cowering on the ground, he called out another command. “Men, fetch those that brought her here. I plan to make my displeasure with my new gift known to them over breakfast tomorrow. As for the girl, instead of the cell, throw her in with the lowest of the slaves. I imagine that an example of the behavior expected of her and perhaps an introduction to her new life will serve her well. I expect her for breakfast, however, so do post a watch to make sure she doesn’t try anything unseemly.” With those commands ringing in the air he gave one last parting comment to Luna, “You’d not like me when I’m cruel and trust me, I’ve been nothing but generous today.” Without another glance back, Antonov strode off to his chambers, some of his more pliant slaves quickly following him. @The Legend of Vava: Scream Waker

Luna's eyes widened as Antonov suddenly grabbed her throat and lifted her nearly into the air. The anger and absolute hatred that radiated off of him made her tremble. She knew she had messed up. She had messed up royally. He growled at her that she should have been prepared, but it was obvious that her family had failed to teach her. He stabbed her with his words and Luna let out a soft whimper as he insulted her further and further. Without mercy, he dropped her to the ground. Luna fell like a heap of clothing as she hit the ground. She coughed hard, her hands flying to her neck. Though he hadn't held her up that high, she was unprepared to fall. Her eyes widened as he instructed his men to fetch the individuals that brought her to him, and he would show his displeasure of her tomorrow. "No! No, please! Please no!" She hadn't wanted her people to be harmed due to her, and now, she knew that she had failed entirely. Antonov informed her that she was to be at breakfast tomorrow as well, and before he departed, he told her that he had been nothing but generous. If this was generous... She did not want to see his cruel side. Luna tried to reach for him as he left, and she called out. "Stop! Don't touch them! Ple-" She was suddenly grabbed by the guards again, one of them striking her with the hilt of his sword, rendering her unconscious. Luna woke a short while later, a throbbing headache forming around the back of her head. She was in a dark wooden room, several slaves chained to the wall by their necks, hers included. "W-Where..." "Shhh!" One of the other slaves, a boney old man, hushed her. "Be silent. They don't like us talkin." He grumbled. Luna flinched and nodded. She curled up into a ball, tears running down her cheeks. The disappointment she felt for herself was unbearable, and she sniffled painfully. She hid her face against her knees, the tears running down her cheeks even faster as she held her sobs in. She felt anger, sadness, sorrow, disa

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ppointment, and anything else that embodied misery. She had failed her people. People would be hurt due to her actions, and it was all her fault... @lucraz

“Hey there,” someone whispered to Lia in a soft voice. “I know you must be going through a lot right now, but I promise the first day is the worst okay?” The redheaded slave that was the owner of the voice quietly crawled over to where Luna lay, softly stroking her back as she attempted to soothe her as much as she could through Luna’s silent sobs. Leaning in as Luna seemed to appreciate or at least tolerate the kind gesture, the girl leaned in for a sidelong hug. “My name’s Lia by the way. I’ve been here for a month or two, so while I might not be the most knowledgeable or experienced one here, at least I’m not so beaten down that I tremble at every little thing the guards do.” The girl faintly boasted, the low volume of her voice indicating that she still wasn’t too eager to get into trouble, but in the hushed and still atmosphere of the slave den, the words still rang louder than anything else. “So whatever you do, just stick by me for the first couple of days okay? They don’t pay too much attention to ‘slaves of our caliber’ as they call us. Like I’m any worse than those demon women they love to parade around so much!” Awkwardly smiling at her own attempt at humor even Lia seemed to realize how her words sounded, but that had never deterred her before and certainly didn’t now. “So don’t you worry about it kid, I’ll keep you safe here okay?” @The Legend of Vava: Scream Waker

Luna jumped as a whisper came from beside her. Was she about to get scolded for crying? She didn't think she was being loud. Was she? She flinched as a female form seemed to wrap around her and lean against her. She had no idea who this person was and she was terrified to be punished once again for doing something wrong. The voice introduced itself as Lia. She had been here for roughly a month, and she explained that she was no lounger afraid of the guards either. Lia offered for Luna to stick by her and she'd learn how to avoid the guards and punishments. Luna let out a small smile and she nodded a little. "Thank you, Lia... I appreciate it. I just... I..." She let out a shaky breath and ran her fingers through her hair. "I struck... The King. He just said something to me and I... I didn't even think. Perhaps that is my biggest weakness. I don't think about how anything will affect others. Now... several of my people are going to be harmed because of me." Luna mumbled. "I don't care what happens to me... I just didn't want them hurt." She whispered. She felt sick and she leaned into Lia again, her shoulders shaking as she held back several sobs. "I didn't mean for them to be hurt... I wish he had just beaten me instead..." @lucraz

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