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The Devil You Know (Written for PanHistoria & Dreamwidth)

“I call’d the devil, and he came.
And with awe his from I scan’d:
He is not ugly, and is not lame.
But really a handsome and charming man.
A man in the prime of his life is the devil.
Obliging, a man of the world, and civil:
A diplomiatist too, well skill’d in debate.
He talks quite glibly of church and state.”
– Heinrich Heine

“This way, come along.” Melek reached back to the young girl that followed just behind him. Her large, dark eyes looked up at him inquisitively even as she slipped her tiny hand into his much larger one. If there was any trepidation there on her part, she certainly did not show it. Fae creatures were delightfully alluring, even when they were so young. Or perhaps, he mused, it was especially when they were so young that he found their curiosity so wholly irresistible.

This one, however, had a whole future ahead of her. He resolved that he would groom her, and when the time was right, and much, much later, it would be her own daughter would assist in his greater purpose. But first things first.

“Tell me, do you like books, my dear?” he asked.

The Halfling child nodded her head. then offered in Sidhe, “I know how to read a little but there are not many books in Dunnlauden.”

“It’s very good that you can read,” he smiled, ignoring the child’s observation about her village. “Did your Maman teach you?”

The little girl nodded.

Of course, the Peacock Angel knew that Moya had done so. For a human, the girl’s mother had not only proven to be useful in her devotion, but in providing the Sidhe ranks with at least some new blood. Without a doubt, the child would not be entirely trusted among humans, and her mother would be branded a whore for the ridiculous sin of having consorted with demons. The absurd irony of it all both amused and annoyed him. But the child did not need to ally with superstitious humans that lived in a village anyway. He had already foreseen that it would be leveled in a few years time. By then she would be far, far away, the village nothing but a forgotten and distasteful memory. And with his help, this Halfling girl would take back the throne of her Sidhe ancestors. Following that, everything else would have fallen neatly into place, and Melek’s plans would begin their long, winding road to fruition.

The forest trail became a long corridor of columns comprised of gnarled trees that stretched far toward the horizon. Shelves and stacks of books of incredible luxury and filled with delights of every kind were found behind branches, along tree trunks, hedgerows and brambles. The Halfling child’s eyes grew even larger and more luminous as a covetous bloom lit her features.

Remembering herself, she looked up at Melek who smiled at her unasked question. “The forest, indeed the whole world is my realm – and yours. You see, we are family, you and I. Family should share, and I will share all of this with you.”

Her little hand gave his a slight squeeze. Immediately to her right, resting on a moss and lichen covered tree stump sat a very large green and blue leatherbound book. The binding was shot with gold arabesque designs and in the centre of the cover was painted the most beautiful peacock whose feathers glittered with green and blue stones.

“That one is yours alone,” he smiled down at her. “Do you like it?”

“For me?” she had barely dared to hope.

“Of course, my dear.”

She let go of his hand only long enough to step forward and ftouch the beautiful and ornate cover with gentle and reverent fingers. Clearly, she had never seen anything so beautiful as this book and very carefully she opened the cover to see a blank page staring back at her – then another and another. The entire book was blank.

“But there are no words,” she said with obvious disappointment.

Melek knelt down beside her and took both of her small hands in his. “That is because it is your book and you must write the words in it,” he said. “Will you do that for me when you learn to write and to draw? You must write down all that you see and learn and keep track of it.”

Unable to resist the instinct to reassure him, she extracted her tiny hands from Melek’s and embraced him, burying her face into his neck, her soft, warm breaths warming the depths of what might have been his heart. It had not been the daughters of mere mortal men who tempted the Fallen Ones. No. The Sidhe women, the pure essence of what wildness and Nature truly are in ways that no human woman could ever be. This little one would serve his purposes beautifully and she would do it willingly besides.

And somewhere in the distance, the voice of the girl’s mother called into the dark palace of the woods.

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60.6 – Fiasco (19th Century)

The one thing I can say about Johnny Behan is that he is persistent. He persistently shows up at my doorstep, trying to be every bit the dandy and impress me with flowers and bits of ribbon or niceties that any man could buy for any ten women who’ve caught their eye. Johnny Behan also quite persistently succeeds in raising my ire, just as surely as one would make a cat sore at rubbing her fur backward. Still, with the offer of dinner and the possibility of meeting some of the town officials that could possibly help me with my cattle problem at the Hacienda Las Glorias, I found myself relenting to his relentless, if not overzealous, entreatments.

I took my time getting ready, but not so that he would notice. Surely, though it was dinner out, I made certain to dress modestly. I made it absolutely certain that I would be staying at hotel – alone and would pay for it myself. There would be no talk, I was not about to have that. It would not do to have the Tombstone gossips getting the idea that I was doing anything other than taking the evening with Johnny Behan and going straight back out to the Hacienda, even if I had to arrange passage myself. To say I did not have an idea who to trust at this point is quite the understatement.
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WM 50.8 – Deal with the Devil (RP with 1st_nephilim)

“Joie – lynn,” I heard a man’s voice, cooing, coming from the nursery. It was not Sebastien’s voice, but it was no less familiar to my ears. “What a little miracle you are,” the voice continued.

I turned the corner to see my infant daughter in the arms of the Fallen One. Azazeal. If he had noticed my entrance, he did not give any indication that he had. Instead, he continued to coo at and nuzzle my infant daughter, “Did you know that your Papa, he was once dead,” he said as if he were telling her a grand Faerie tale, “but your Maman, well, she asked her friend for help so that she could bring back your Papa,” he nuzzled her closer now, “You are just like her, Jocelyn – just like your Maman, in that you know exactly what you want. ” he traced a line across her cheek and into the profusion of her dark hair with the back of his forefinger and bent to kiss her.

‘No!’
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– 50.6 – Tarot

The air within my private chamber hung cloying and heavy with the incense. The unmistakable scents of frankincense and myrrh mixed with the heady sweetness of opium. It had served its purpose of helping me to bridge the distance between the realm of the Seen to that of the Unseen. The shallowness of my pulse, and from what I could see, that of the querent across from me kept us both from sweating in the nearly airless chamber. The man had been most insistant to avail himself of the art that many within France alleged as mine. And surely even though the answers I would provide to him was worth the price that my servant had extracted from him, I would have provided the answers he sought without charging any more than the herbs that I requested that now burned on a nearby brazier.

I smiled as I turned over the colourful, well-worn cards in the spread that I had designed myself in an order and pattern that no one other than me knew the meaning of. The Knight of Swords, crossed by the High Priestess, crowned by the Magician, surrounded on all sides by swords – the ten, the nine, the seven…. Blades within the small, self-contained universes, mapped out his current position as being one of dangerous terrain.

My pulse thundered in my ears and my own voice sounded far away even to myself. “He approaches, you, my friend.” I looked up at Marius before I turned over the next card that lay beneath my fingertips. The Roman’s face was expressionless, his eyes dilated from the potent clouds of incense smoke. He only gave me a slight nod.

Flipping over the next card, the Thunderstruck Tower, I continued. “You will not be able to go back the way you came,” I said as if studying a battle plan, “But -” I turned over three more cards, fingering the edges of of each one to see the Four of Rods, the Six of Swords and the Sun, “If you leave before sunrise tomorrow, you can elude him.” I let myself relax at last. According to what I had seen within the cards, my friend would escape, but there was one thing more that I had not revealed. His hand that tightened upon my wrist indicated that he had seen it, too.

“There is more,” he said flatly.

Oui,” I nodded, inwardly wishing that I could have omitted what I now had to reveal from his reading. But this was, afterall, why I had been paid. “You and I will not see one another for quite some time,” I said softly, attempting to pull my wrist free. He held fast, his fingers rolling the sensitive bones beneath my skin painfully. “He will come after you, and whether we like it or not, the War will come,” I said.


Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 478
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OOC: Special thanks to a_roman_w_power and his amazing creatrix for allowing my muse to kidnap him; if only for a few moments! 😉

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27.6 – Initiation

There is a great deal to be said about those who serve. In some languages, Egyptian and especially ancient Sidhe in particular, to be a ruler or a teacher, means that you are a servant, if not a slave. It is the same word in any of those instances. What people do not realize is how much Power service truly has. There are those who wield Power and those whom are attracted to it. There are those who study it and there are those who seek to master it.

He was before her now, bound, blindfolded, naked and kneeling.

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25.7

Mun prompt: Do you find yourself playing your muse in a single timeline or do you run multiple histories? If that’s the case, how does your muse change from one to another? What about those of you who play your muse at varying ages? What does your muse gain or lose with age? Feel free to share their life experiences with us.

Since Fanny is half-Fae and essentially an immortal character, I have had the luxury of playing her in several different time frames. Since she was borni n 1444, we were able from that period onward, if I or rather she so chose, to explore those areas. One of the first storylnes in Fanny’s timeline was one that she and I worked out with the muse civ_barbarian and his mun set in the time of Richard and the two princes in the Tower. Now, we have not finished exploring that story, and I personally intend to do more with it if everyone involved also agrees. But certainly it started setting up her canon and the canon for when she and Hsu Danmei actually met and became the firiends that they are. I have just begun exploring a little bit more her childhood and her time on the Fortunate Island as a young woman leading up to her usurpation of the Throne. Continue reading

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