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"Enough is enough. I can't take this anymore, and for how long time has gone by...fluff it! I-I just don't fluffing deserve this anymore. I did nothing to Venom to bring upon me this anguish and suffering, and he has no claims or rights over me anymore. We are not bound, and never have I ever wanted him for my love. This separation for me was intended to be an escape of the pain. I am vowing to myself to no longer hide within the darkness. Venom must die!"
Vil was done, tired, and fed up. But could anyone blame her? For her entire life, she had dealt with Venom abusing her into submission. For her entire life she submitted, that is, until she found strength within the only man who fought against the tyrannic overlord of a demon that Venom is to her. Fenris. Vil needed to escape, and so she and the rest of the family sought out her mother in the Shivering Isles to bring upon separation. She never deserved the fate her twisted father gave her to begin with, and now the aftermath is just even worse. To be a victim of her own life...to be kidnapped and enslaved to the demented? She already was so by an uncontrolled reasoning before, when they were bound--but now it was up to her to bring back the happiness and peace she had fought so hard to achieve. She couldn't let down her family members. Her new life. And the man she loved. She knew they would be worrying about her eventually, and she knew that she needed to get back to them. But how...?
It is said that whenever Venom is silent, he is always scheming, and that's the damn truth. As Venom and Vil were once apart of each other, does that mean that perhaps whenever Vil submits and accepts the silence she takes on Venom's twisted strategic personality? Could it be possible? Well, if Venom was able to use her acrobatic skills to stealthily kill her sister and get away with it--I don't see why not!
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She was in her cage. She was chained down. She was naked, and the last time she saw the key to her shackles it was around Venom's neck. For the past few weeks she had been playing the best role she knew how to play--the submissive slave to a tyrannical overlord. For the past few weeks Venom was living the high life and taking advantage of Vil every which way despite her silent aggression building up. For the past few weeks Vil was becoming more and more fed up, and with the change, she gained a bit of a personality transfer from the body's former inhabitant. She gained the tormented slave memories of her mother, Relmyna Verenim, practicing dark arts constantly tormenting the previous beautiful Dark Elf that owned this body's life. As sad as it was for her to take over the woman's life to bring forth a paradise of her own, the only way Vil could see to bring vengeance for herself and this woman was to kill Venom. And the torment of her former binding, combined with the resenting and torturous memories of a life unknown--she was hardened and ready.
"Venom. Dinner is served." Vil called out, her voice cracked and soft but nonetheless audible in the distance between them.
"Good to hear. How shall it be, then? You on the table like a meal, or perhaps if you are nice we could take it to the bedroom just this once?" Venom responded as his voice became louder and louder as he grew closer. Soon he was standing in front of Vil, and his hands were tensing while he licked his lips eyeing all over her perfect body.
"Whatever you wish, my dear. I am but yours to serve." Vil replied insistently in her voice as her eyes met his for just a moment, than fell to the ground. If she kept too much of a lingering gaze Venom would catch on to her angst. She knew better. He was intelligent, but no matter how much he downgraded her own--Vil was the one who knew him the best. She knew all of his weaknesses, and the biggest one he had was herself.
"Good. Come now lets head to the bedroom, then." Venom hissed, smacking her ass hard as a red hand print was left behind. Venom picked Vil up with ease, for being as little as she was there was hardly any trouble carrying her despite the shackles. For a moment, he grumbled about the fact that they got in the way as he was carrying her. But that wouldn't be any reason to remove them. Her wearing them turned him on.
And so to the bedroom they came. As they drew close to the bed Venom gently placed Vil at the edge. Vil adjusted herself to sit off the edge while her feet rested on the ground as she watched Venom standing before her unbuttoning a white linen tunic and dropping his pants. She looked him up and down, putting on a convincing spark of "denial attraction," and then she turned away closing her eyes hard and forcing tears to fall as she angled her head down to her feet. Venom watched the entire act, becoming aroused by the former moment of slight affection displayed; he then came close to Vil as her tears ignited and she closed her body tight in a tense stance. Venom lowered himself to a kneel, taking a pale blue hand of his to her chin and lifting it to look to his direction. Vil opened her eyes, and then he began to speak softly.
"You know, this doesn't always have to be so hard...you know my love for you, and Tadave still resides within me. I could replace Fenris if you would give it a try, and then maybe in time we could talk about living a normal life together. Perhaps we could move to a new Province, and we could start off fresh just you and I. You know I love you Vil, so why not give it a try back?" For the first time in a long while, not since back when they first joined the Dark Brotherhood, Vil heard the tenderness within Venom's voice that was Tadave. She looked him in eyes the entire time, heart beating faster, and for a quick moment she nearly lost her motive. She pulled her eyes down as Venom drew closer, coming nose to nose, and memories of Fenris rushed into her mind. She then looked up to Venom as his lips drew closer, and she picked up her heavied arms as the sounds of thick chains attached to them moved about while she drew them around his neck. She moved them slowly touching his neck, her touch cold from sleeping on the floor of a dirty prison floor, and then both palms came to rest upon his cheeks as she looked him dead in the eyes full of false, but very convincing, love. Something she made seem like she had always had, which was partly true because how could one not care about someone in a small form at least after spending so much time with them? But it was not love for him, no, it was a false disguised determination to end his existence. It was love for his demise.
But Venom was convinced, and at that moment he saw this sparkle of affection he leaned in more vulnerably, and the hollowed eyes showed the sparkling youth of him that was Tadave. Instantly love poured through his energies igniting at Vil so intensely, that, she grabbed tighter hold of his face and they kissed. They kissed passionately, heavily, and strong. Venom climbed on top of her, and then the lovemaking commenced. Vil was Tadave's perfect little submissive angel for the time being. It was all apart of the plan.
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He was sleeping, and Vil was resting in his arms so close to the key around his neck she could hear her heart pound with the lust of freedom. Maneuvering slowly, she came closer and began to gently untie the neck twine to which kept the key in place. Vil removed it, somewhat surprised by how easy it was, and then she quickly separated herself from his arms. Not wanting to stir him, she put a pillow in her place so he had no reason to wake. Or so she hoped.
Vil slowly removed the shackles doing so in a silent manner as to not make the chains clank. She was free, and the first things he would do is find her clothes. She knew he had burned them, but her and his pack was around here somewhere--that pack had everything inside of it, unless, he changed that too. Searching, she found it, and she came across their former black and white diamond harlequin suit worn and tattered with blood. She put it on, and then pulled out the daedric blades that used to belong to Venom as well as his deadly poison. But she didn't plan to go easy on him, no--she planned to make him suffer.
Vil made her way back to his side, looming over him like he loomed over countless victims in his past as they rested. The memories of his kills she had to be forced to witness flooded her mind. She would be doing the one thing she detested the most--she would be murdering him. As her heart began to fly by miles a minute, her grip on the swords grew tighter, and she began to shake. Vil stepped closer, and then closer, and then she lost it.
Venom heard her heavy breathing, and he sensed the anger looming before him at it's highest extreme. He turned, eyes fluttering open to the dirty, mangle haired vision of his life's affection standing before him in their previous tattered uniform of boundment. Venom jumped forward, tackling Vil to the ground as Tadave quickly left his eyes, and pinned her under his heavy muscular body. He snatched the blades from her hand, as well as the poison, and then sat up as she struggled beneath him. "You think I am an idiot? I knew from the moment you made love to me it was all a lie. Tadave may have fallen for it, but I will never believe you. That's why you sleep in a cage, you bitch! Our love is not good enough for you, and if we can't love you--NO ONE ELSE WILL!" And so, at that point he uncorked the bottle of jerrin root poison and began to tip one blade after the other.
Vil narrowed her eyes into a glare, filled with adrenaline, and before he had a chance to move to the next blade she lifted a leg underneath him and jabbed him hard in the balls. Venom dropped the blades, the poison went flying over them and shattered to the ground spilling everuwhere. Venom curled over, and that was enough time to give Vil a few seconds to squirm out from underneath him. She jumped up, rolled towards the blades and gracefully swiped them from their new resting place. Venom still needed to recover, and in those few seconds she hurled forward screaming and pouncing on top of him. She took no more time to waste.
She began to stab, no matter how much he squirmed, she continuously stabbed as they were rolling around the floor fighting to end one another's lives. Venom managed to get a blade from her back, and he took a few thrusts into her skin as well causing her to cry out in pain. But the blade with the poison top, that was, well still with Vil. She made sure of it, and in seconds, Venom's angry retaliation soon subsided and the blade of fury in his hands dropped while he succumbed to his demise. Vil was on top of him again while he weakned. She was stabbing in every which direction, no real aim, and turning him into a bloody pulp. "You will never be my master. You will never be my lover. You will never keep me locked up ever again. YOU DON'T DESERVE THE LIFE YOU LIVE. AND YOU WILL NEVER HAVE IT EVER AGAIN!" By the time she finished screaming, Venom was underneath her dead. She was covered in his blood completely from head to to hair and face. She sighed, relaxing somewhat as all of her rage was finally released on the man who had created it. Vil pulled off of him, and then she scooted up against a wall catching her breath while the daedric blade still rested in her hand. She noticed at that moment the pack was next to her, and so she picked it up and rested it within her lap. She began to search through it, finding a decaying, bloody dark elf arm with a ring on it's finger that seemed familiar. She pulled the arm out, and then pulled the ring off the finger and tossing the arm aside. It was her mother's. The bastard did away with the last of the family that she had. She put the ring on her finger, and then looked over to Venom's dead corpse as blood rushed out in all directions with more anger.
She crawled up to him, the blade tight in her fingertips, and she placed herself over him. She grabbed a hold of his white, blood stained hair, and then began to saw into his head until she fully decapitated him. "This is for my sister," she said, and the moved down to his right arm as she began to saw off his arm. "This is for my mother, " she said until it was finally off, and then she set the blade down and rose it up to her lips. "And this is for me," she said lastly, and then opened her mouth not hesitating for a second as she dove deep into his flesh. She pulled off a large chunk, and then began to chew. Her bloodlust grew, and it grew, and then she continued to bite into the arm until it looked in the exact same condition of Relmyna's. She then threw it, and looked over his body once more. She stood up, and then she spat on him, and then began to circle him with an estranged look in her eyes. Her heart was pounding wildly.
She began to curse at him, yelling, screaming, and crying. She began to shake, and every once in a while she dropped down to her knees and began to cry. Then, the rage picked up, and she picked up the blades again and began to stab the corpse repeatedly. Eventually, she calmed down having bathed in his blood and guts as she was finally sitting on his decapitated corpse still looming over him with that creepy new look on her face she had adopted. She moved down to his stomach, and then she began to carve in the dark brotherhood symbol as she whispered to herself, "Hail Sithis."
Vil stood up after a while, and then she moved back to the pack where she had found their old headdress that had the pretty bells she ever so liked. Vil smiled, putting it on, and then she moved about tossing down several torches and light sconces that covered the walls as flames began to thickly cover the entire underground hiding place. She did so, strategically however, and as the place lit up in flames she was on her way up the steps and out of the hollowed out tree stump to the rescue of the light up above. Vil climbed out, closed the lid, and smoke began to make it's way out the cracks of the strange entry to Venom's master hiding place. Vil began to walk off, wondering where her horse was, and thinking about home. But she wasn't sure if she was going to go home just quite yet. On her back, the pack was placed, and in her hand she carried one of the two daedric daggers which belonged to Venom.
Vil was done, tired, and fed up. But could anyone blame her? For her entire life, she had dealt with Venom abusing her into submission. For her entire life she submitted, that is, until she found strength within the only man who fought against the tyrannic overlord of a demon that Venom is to her. Fenris. Vil needed to escape, and so she and the rest of the family sought out her mother in the Shivering Isles to bring upon separation. She never deserved the fate her twisted father gave her to begin with, and now the aftermath is just even worse. To be a victim of her own life...to be kidnapped and enslaved to the demented? She already was so by an uncontrolled reasoning before, when they were bound--but now it was up to her to bring back the happiness and peace she had fought so hard to achieve. She couldn't let down her family members. Her new life. And the man she loved. She knew they would be worrying about her eventually, and she knew that she needed to get back to them. But how...?
It is said that whenever Venom is silent, he is always scheming, and that's the damn truth. As Venom and Vil were once apart of each other, does that mean that perhaps whenever Vil submits and accepts the silence she takes on Venom's twisted strategic personality? Could it be possible? Well, if Venom was able to use her acrobatic skills to stealthily kill her sister and get away with it--I don't see why not!
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She was in her cage. She was chained down. She was naked, and the last time she saw the key to her shackles it was around Venom's neck. For the past few weeks she had been playing the best role she knew how to play--the submissive slave to a tyrannical overlord. For the past few weeks Venom was living the high life and taking advantage of Vil every which way despite her silent aggression building up. For the past few weeks Vil was becoming more and more fed up, and with the change, she gained a bit of a personality transfer from the body's former inhabitant. She gained the tormented slave memories of her mother, Relmyna Verenim, practicing dark arts constantly tormenting the previous beautiful Dark Elf that owned this body's life. As sad as it was for her to take over the woman's life to bring forth a paradise of her own, the only way Vil could see to bring vengeance for herself and this woman was to kill Venom. And the torment of her former binding, combined with the resenting and torturous memories of a life unknown--she was hardened and ready.
"Venom. Dinner is served." Vil called out, her voice cracked and soft but nonetheless audible in the distance between them.
"Good to hear. How shall it be, then? You on the table like a meal, or perhaps if you are nice we could take it to the bedroom just this once?" Venom responded as his voice became louder and louder as he grew closer. Soon he was standing in front of Vil, and his hands were tensing while he licked his lips eyeing all over her perfect body.
"Whatever you wish, my dear. I am but yours to serve." Vil replied insistently in her voice as her eyes met his for just a moment, than fell to the ground. If she kept too much of a lingering gaze Venom would catch on to her angst. She knew better. He was intelligent, but no matter how much he downgraded her own--Vil was the one who knew him the best. She knew all of his weaknesses, and the biggest one he had was herself.
"Good. Come now lets head to the bedroom, then." Venom hissed, smacking her ass hard as a red hand print was left behind. Venom picked Vil up with ease, for being as little as she was there was hardly any trouble carrying her despite the shackles. For a moment, he grumbled about the fact that they got in the way as he was carrying her. But that wouldn't be any reason to remove them. Her wearing them turned him on.
And so to the bedroom they came. As they drew close to the bed Venom gently placed Vil at the edge. Vil adjusted herself to sit off the edge while her feet rested on the ground as she watched Venom standing before her unbuttoning a white linen tunic and dropping his pants. She looked him up and down, putting on a convincing spark of "denial attraction," and then she turned away closing her eyes hard and forcing tears to fall as she angled her head down to her feet. Venom watched the entire act, becoming aroused by the former moment of slight affection displayed; he then came close to Vil as her tears ignited and she closed her body tight in a tense stance. Venom lowered himself to a kneel, taking a pale blue hand of his to her chin and lifting it to look to his direction. Vil opened her eyes, and then he began to speak softly.
"You know, this doesn't always have to be so hard...you know my love for you, and Tadave still resides within me. I could replace Fenris if you would give it a try, and then maybe in time we could talk about living a normal life together. Perhaps we could move to a new Province, and we could start off fresh just you and I. You know I love you Vil, so why not give it a try back?" For the first time in a long while, not since back when they first joined the Dark Brotherhood, Vil heard the tenderness within Venom's voice that was Tadave. She looked him in eyes the entire time, heart beating faster, and for a quick moment she nearly lost her motive. She pulled her eyes down as Venom drew closer, coming nose to nose, and memories of Fenris rushed into her mind. She then looked up to Venom as his lips drew closer, and she picked up her heavied arms as the sounds of thick chains attached to them moved about while she drew them around his neck. She moved them slowly touching his neck, her touch cold from sleeping on the floor of a dirty prison floor, and then both palms came to rest upon his cheeks as she looked him dead in the eyes full of false, but very convincing, love. Something she made seem like she had always had, which was partly true because how could one not care about someone in a small form at least after spending so much time with them? But it was not love for him, no, it was a false disguised determination to end his existence. It was love for his demise.
But Venom was convinced, and at that moment he saw this sparkle of affection he leaned in more vulnerably, and the hollowed eyes showed the sparkling youth of him that was Tadave. Instantly love poured through his energies igniting at Vil so intensely, that, she grabbed tighter hold of his face and they kissed. They kissed passionately, heavily, and strong. Venom climbed on top of her, and then the lovemaking commenced. Vil was Tadave's perfect little submissive angel for the time being. It was all apart of the plan.
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He was sleeping, and Vil was resting in his arms so close to the key around his neck she could hear her heart pound with the lust of freedom. Maneuvering slowly, she came closer and began to gently untie the neck twine to which kept the key in place. Vil removed it, somewhat surprised by how easy it was, and then she quickly separated herself from his arms. Not wanting to stir him, she put a pillow in her place so he had no reason to wake. Or so she hoped.
Vil slowly removed the shackles doing so in a silent manner as to not make the chains clank. She was free, and the first things he would do is find her clothes. She knew he had burned them, but her and his pack was around here somewhere--that pack had everything inside of it, unless, he changed that too. Searching, she found it, and she came across their former black and white diamond harlequin suit worn and tattered with blood. She put it on, and then pulled out the daedric blades that used to belong to Venom as well as his deadly poison. But she didn't plan to go easy on him, no--she planned to make him suffer.
Vil made her way back to his side, looming over him like he loomed over countless victims in his past as they rested. The memories of his kills she had to be forced to witness flooded her mind. She would be doing the one thing she detested the most--she would be murdering him. As her heart began to fly by miles a minute, her grip on the swords grew tighter, and she began to shake. Vil stepped closer, and then closer, and then she lost it.
Venom heard her heavy breathing, and he sensed the anger looming before him at it's highest extreme. He turned, eyes fluttering open to the dirty, mangle haired vision of his life's affection standing before him in their previous tattered uniform of boundment. Venom jumped forward, tackling Vil to the ground as Tadave quickly left his eyes, and pinned her under his heavy muscular body. He snatched the blades from her hand, as well as the poison, and then sat up as she struggled beneath him. "You think I am an idiot? I knew from the moment you made love to me it was all a lie. Tadave may have fallen for it, but I will never believe you. That's why you sleep in a cage, you bitch! Our love is not good enough for you, and if we can't love you--NO ONE ELSE WILL!" And so, at that point he uncorked the bottle of jerrin root poison and began to tip one blade after the other.
Vil narrowed her eyes into a glare, filled with adrenaline, and before he had a chance to move to the next blade she lifted a leg underneath him and jabbed him hard in the balls. Venom dropped the blades, the poison went flying over them and shattered to the ground spilling everuwhere. Venom curled over, and that was enough time to give Vil a few seconds to squirm out from underneath him. She jumped up, rolled towards the blades and gracefully swiped them from their new resting place. Venom still needed to recover, and in those few seconds she hurled forward screaming and pouncing on top of him. She took no more time to waste.
She began to stab, no matter how much he squirmed, she continuously stabbed as they were rolling around the floor fighting to end one another's lives. Venom managed to get a blade from her back, and he took a few thrusts into her skin as well causing her to cry out in pain. But the blade with the poison top, that was, well still with Vil. She made sure of it, and in seconds, Venom's angry retaliation soon subsided and the blade of fury in his hands dropped while he succumbed to his demise. Vil was on top of him again while he weakned. She was stabbing in every which direction, no real aim, and turning him into a bloody pulp. "You will never be my master. You will never be my lover. You will never keep me locked up ever again. YOU DON'T DESERVE THE LIFE YOU LIVE. AND YOU WILL NEVER HAVE IT EVER AGAIN!" By the time she finished screaming, Venom was underneath her dead. She was covered in his blood completely from head to to hair and face. She sighed, relaxing somewhat as all of her rage was finally released on the man who had created it. Vil pulled off of him, and then she scooted up against a wall catching her breath while the daedric blade still rested in her hand. She noticed at that moment the pack was next to her, and so she picked it up and rested it within her lap. She began to search through it, finding a decaying, bloody dark elf arm with a ring on it's finger that seemed familiar. She pulled the arm out, and then pulled the ring off the finger and tossing the arm aside. It was her mother's. The bastard did away with the last of the family that she had. She put the ring on her finger, and then looked over to Venom's dead corpse as blood rushed out in all directions with more anger.
She crawled up to him, the blade tight in her fingertips, and she placed herself over him. She grabbed a hold of his white, blood stained hair, and then began to saw into his head until she fully decapitated him. "This is for my sister," she said, and the moved down to his right arm as she began to saw off his arm. "This is for my mother, " she said until it was finally off, and then she set the blade down and rose it up to her lips. "And this is for me," she said lastly, and then opened her mouth not hesitating for a second as she dove deep into his flesh. She pulled off a large chunk, and then began to chew. Her bloodlust grew, and it grew, and then she continued to bite into the arm until it looked in the exact same condition of Relmyna's. She then threw it, and looked over his body once more. She stood up, and then she spat on him, and then began to circle him with an estranged look in her eyes. Her heart was pounding wildly.
She began to curse at him, yelling, screaming, and crying. She began to shake, and every once in a while she dropped down to her knees and began to cry. Then, the rage picked up, and she picked up the blades again and began to stab the corpse repeatedly. Eventually, she calmed down having bathed in his blood and guts as she was finally sitting on his decapitated corpse still looming over him with that creepy new look on her face she had adopted. She moved down to his stomach, and then she began to carve in the dark brotherhood symbol as she whispered to herself, "Hail Sithis."
Vil stood up after a while, and then she moved back to the pack where she had found their old headdress that had the pretty bells she ever so liked. Vil smiled, putting it on, and then she moved about tossing down several torches and light sconces that covered the walls as flames began to thickly cover the entire underground hiding place. She did so, strategically however, and as the place lit up in flames she was on her way up the steps and out of the hollowed out tree stump to the rescue of the light up above. Vil climbed out, closed the lid, and smoke began to make it's way out the cracks of the strange entry to Venom's master hiding place. Vil began to walk off, wondering where her horse was, and thinking about home. But she wasn't sure if she was going to go home just quite yet. On her back, the pack was placed, and in her hand she carried one of the two daedric daggers which belonged to Venom.