I suppose one could say that I am. Though I don't really see much of a reason to spare humanity.
[At least that's all true.]
I wouldn't say that I fear death. Rather, I know that dying will mean I cannot continue to advance and learn. To see everything around me. Jon does love to imply that I'm terrified of death though. Largely I find it to be something of an inconvenience.
[At least that's a straight enough answer she can make sense of, both with regards to humanity and to death being an inconvenience. Not that death was something she had to worry about but it was for those mortals who she had come close to.
Her voice is much quieter and softer when she speaks again, her gaze on her lap rather than Elias or her surroundings.]
What if I made that possible for you? If I took that inconvenience away?
If I make you into my Chevalier you won't have to worry about death. It won't be possible. The only thing that could bring you true harm would be my sister's blood...but she isn't here anymore.
[Which means for all intents and purposes, he would be just as immortal as she was.]
If you can't die then Tsurugi won't if someone makes an attempt on your life, right? Isn't that what you said?
Either I kill everyone who wishes to harm you or I make it so no harm can come to you...but being a Chevalier is an existence of everlasting duty. You'll be devoted to me.
[How quick men seem to be to accept such a fate. It's more than simply serving her. It's a loyalty and bond stemming from blood. A mix of complicated and complex feelings that one might not wish to have.]
You need to understand what it is you're truly agreeing to, Mister Bouchard.
[Ah...when was the last time she turned someone? Would it have been little Alexei or had it been Carl? She can't remember.]
Most of the men I've turned because I was told to. Some have betrayed me and suffered from my rejection in turn. Once you've turned you cannot be as you once were.
It would not be the first time saying yes has changed me, Diva. I do what I must to ensure that things get done. This seems to be the best way now.
[Please. He's someone who rips his own eyeballs out of his head to shove into other bodies to live forever. Bond and loyalty are such a small price to pay when he knows his true devotion is to the Eye in the end.]
[There's relief in that, as she finds her small, dainty hand being plucked out of her lap to be held. The look Elias gives her is a reassuring one. He really is quite handsome. Jon hadn't lied about that.]
If you swear to me that is the truth...then I'll make you mine, Elias Bouchard. You'll be my newest Chevalier.
[In that case...there's no harm in it, right? It'll ensure that at least Tsurugi won't die from Elias dying and she'll have someone new to serve her, to fill in the void she's felt ever since coming to Duplicity. Oh how she's missed Amshel and Solomon. Maybe this would be a good thing.
After all, Elias did give her his consent.]
Going forward you're to serve me and adore me, as you will find yourself naturally yearning to. You're to protect not only me but my family and see to it that no harm comes to us. That the protection you feel compelled to offer me continues to extend toward Tsurugi and our children. If I wish for your blood you're to give it to me freely. When I need you you're to be there for me.
[She moves to stand from the couch but doesn't let pull her hand away from him.]
Do you want to do it now or would you rather wait?
Let us do it now. It will provide you the security you need sooner.
[Her hand is brought to his lips and he gently presses a kiss to it. Again, it will be somewhat inconvenient to be serving her but in the end he knows that his devotion to the Eye will outweigh that.
And he'll have more strength too. He's seen through her what a Chevalier is.]
Help me out of my dress then. I don't want to stain it.
[It was expensive and even if it can be dry cleaned she wants to not have to wait to wear it again. Already her mood has improved as she watches him kiss her hand. At least if Amshel ever arrived he would approve of her choosing a man like Elias to serve her.
Probably.
When he does eventually get her out of the garment of frills and lace she'll be standing before him, long hair tossed over her exposed chest, legs covered by thigh high stockings, her panties a simple white with a lacy edge for an accent. Making a Chevalier can be messy, after all.]
[He nods and helps to undo the fastenings so he can carefully help her out of her dress. Setting it aside so it won't wrinkle, he notes that if he actually cared about such things she's really quite pretty. Sadly, he doesn't give a damn.
So he undoes his tie and a few buttons before sitting down before her on the couch. He knows this will likely be excruciating but he can handle it. Of that he's certain.]
[She's a natural beauty with a flawless body, her scent sweet and akin to nectar. Countless men had died because of her and for her, desperate for her approval and recognition. If Elias survived the transformation then he'd be the newest in a line of men who had come to serve her. As soon as he's seated and his collar is loose she moves to seat herself in his lap, making herself comfortable. The ordeal requires her drinking him nearly dry before feeding him some of her own blood. Hopefully he wouldn't squirm too much.
Straddling him those delicate hands of hers push his shirt open further before she leans in to the crook of his neck to inhale his scent. He smells...good. Tasty. She'll have to be careful not to get carried away. It has been awhile since she's done this, after all.
There's no countdown or warning that precedes her bite, as she parts her lips and bears her fangs to sink into Elias' throat. They pierce deep and razor sharp as she pushes herself against him, bare breasts against his chest. As soon as the taste of blood hits her tongue she's gripping him tighter, moaning softly with delight. While the feeling of her fangs in his neck may be unpleasant there's also a kind of euphoria that's coupled with it. As for Diva, she's enjoying herself, happy to let her true nature show. Her appetite might've left her momentarily but it's back with a vengeance now as she hungrily sucks at the puncture wound.]
[Elias is not unused to pain. So this? This is nothing. After all, he's someone who is used to removing his eyes from his own head to implant them into the heads of others. This pain is nothing to fear and he knows the Eye will not let him die from the bite of this girl. So he relaxes and embraces the pain with a shudder, not squirming at all as he lets her have his blood, eyes closing to enjoy the fact that soon he will be embracing sweet immortality.
He even smiles, resting his hands on her hips. He'll thank her later for her gift that she's giving him.
[She drinks and drinks, adjusting the placement of her lips as she suckles the wound until the sound of his heartbeat becomes languid and the blood begins to flow less and less. It's only then that she pulls back, tonguing the puncture briefly before licking the corners of her mouth. Raising her wrist to her mouth she bites down hard into her own flesh, taking a few mouthfuls of her precious blood past her lips. She doesn't swallow, instead moving to cup Elias' face in her hands to give him a bloody kiss.
It's quite gross really, if one were to think about it too hard, as she forces the blood in her mouth past his lips for him to swallow. Thumbs massage the sides of his throat, encouraging him to do just that. Only when she realizes he's properly done that she breaks the contact, licking his mouth clean before she pulls herself away from him completely. What's going to happen next won't be pleasant in any way. There should be a delay where all is still before Elias will find himself wracked with excruciating pain that forces the body to twist and contort. Bones feel as if they're breaking as muscles spasm, blood akin to acid as it burns from within. Usually it renders the person experiencing the transformation unconscious.
Whatever reaction Elias has she can't help but be curious, taking a seat on the floor to watch him as she finds one of the takeout boxes and begins to root inside. There's still half a steak, one with the bone still attached. Don't mind her as she chews on said bone, waiting for the show to begin.]
[He knows he won't die. The eye wants him to live so even as his heartbeat grows slower there's still a strength to it. Almost like there's something preventing him from perishing. Elias smiles as he sees the bloody kiss coming, swallowing without help though he certainly allows her to think that is what she's doing for him.
When the pain comes it rips through his entire body. Tears through him and makes him contort and writhe. It's agony and yet he doesn't scream. Elias has no reason to scream. Not when he's embracing these horrifying changes with everything he has, letting it all rip through his body as he finds himself changing rapidly.
In a way, he loves it. It tastes like victory to him.
He doesn't know how much time passes. Or how he ends up on the floor. All he knows is that his body still aches and he's panting as he looks at the ceiling. He can smell the blood in the air.
An affection for the creature it comes from rises in him but that's not surprising. Besides, it means little to him in the end. He's done the worst to those he cares for the most, after all. But that's a matter for the future because right now he's just letting himself exist in his new immortality.]
[It happens just like she remembers. The writhing and contortion of limbs and torso, the obvious agony that shows through his body even if he doesn't seem to scream. The writhing is entertaining, she'll admit, as she rips the meat off the bone of the steak, cleaning it completely before it's broken between her teeth for the marrow inside.
The thud of Elias' body onto the ground from the sofa doesn't concern her as he passes out before her. This is simply the natural process of things. By the time Elias comes to enough time has passed that Diva's finished off her dinner, the takeout boxes sitting empty on the tiled floor. His stirring alerts her as she puts aside her device, crawling over to him, still in her semi-undressed state. It's there she squats, peering over his form, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. He's clammy looking and doesn't look too well, but that will pass. At least he's conscious.
A hand with sticky fingers reaches out to pat him on the cheek. She doesn't seem too concerned.]
Amshel usually made those I turned drink water to make them feel better. Would you like a glass?
[It likely did look like he passed out. Elias has been here the whole time and he smiles up at her, lifting a hand to run through a lock of her hair. He's aware that he actually cares about her now but that's really never been something that has stopped him in the past. There are several who have perished because of that reason.
But she doesn't need to know that. Instead, he gives a hoarse chuckle and groans as he forces himself to sit.]
[Up she gets from her crouched position, once he's done touching her hair, hurrying away into the kitchen to find a glass and fill it with water. After a bit of searching through the cupboards she runs the tap to fill up the glass, returning back to her new Chevalier's side to hand it to him.]
[Sitting up, he takes the water so he can drain the glass. Letting out a sigh, he shudders while his body adjusts to the new sensations around him. And in him.]
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[At least that's all true.]
I wouldn't say that I fear death. Rather, I know that dying will mean I cannot continue to advance and learn. To see everything around me. Jon does love to imply that I'm terrified of death though. Largely I find it to be something of an inconvenience.
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Her voice is much quieter and softer when she speaks again, her gaze on her lap rather than Elias or her surroundings.]
What if I made that possible for you? If I took that inconvenience away?
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Possible? What is it that you're offering?
[He already knows his answer but he does want her to believe this was entirely her idea.]
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[Which means for all intents and purposes, he would be just as immortal as she was.]
If you can't die then Tsurugi won't if someone makes an attempt on your life, right? Isn't that what you said?
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That's correct. Tsurugi won't die if I can't be killed. Are you sure you want to offer me this?
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[Or at least she feels as if she doesn't.]
Either I kill everyone who wishes to harm you or I make it so no harm can come to you...but being a Chevalier is an existence of everlasting duty. You'll be devoted to me.
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[Internally he's rolling his eyes but really if he has to serve her it'll just be a minor inconvenience in the long run.]
I will go with what you feel is right. If this is it then I accept.
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You need to understand what it is you're truly agreeing to, Mister Bouchard.
[Ah...when was the last time she turned someone? Would it have been little Alexei or had it been Carl? She can't remember.]
Most of the men I've turned because I was told to. Some have betrayed me and suffered from my rejection in turn. Once you've turned you cannot be as you once were.
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[Please. He's someone who rips his own eyeballs out of his head to shove into other bodies to live forever. Bond and loyalty are such a small price to pay when he knows his true devotion is to the Eye in the end.]
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[She's fiddling with her dress again. Clearly she's still distressed, feeling as if she's caught between a rock and a hard place.]
The process of becoming a Chevalier is painful. Will it hurt him too?
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[Elias takes her hand in his, holding it gently as he looks at her distressed expression. It's really so lovely...]
The pain will be my own.
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If you swear to me that is the truth...then I'll make you mine, Elias Bouchard. You'll be my newest Chevalier.
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[It won't stop others from killing him but that's none of his concern really.]
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[In that case...there's no harm in it, right? It'll ensure that at least Tsurugi won't die from Elias dying and she'll have someone new to serve her, to fill in the void she's felt ever since coming to Duplicity. Oh how she's missed Amshel and Solomon. Maybe this would be a good thing.
After all, Elias did give her his consent.]
Going forward you're to serve me and adore me, as you will find yourself naturally yearning to. You're to protect not only me but my family and see to it that no harm comes to us. That the protection you feel compelled to offer me continues to extend toward Tsurugi and our children. If I wish for your blood you're to give it to me freely. When I need you you're to be there for me.
[She moves to stand from the couch but doesn't let pull her hand away from him.]
Do you want to do it now or would you rather wait?
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[Her hand is brought to his lips and he gently presses a kiss to it. Again, it will be somewhat inconvenient to be serving her but in the end he knows that his devotion to the Eye will outweigh that.
And he'll have more strength too. He's seen through her what a Chevalier is.]
I am ready.
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[It was expensive and even if it can be dry cleaned she wants to not have to wait to wear it again. Already her mood has improved as she watches him kiss her hand. At least if Amshel ever arrived he would approve of her choosing a man like Elias to serve her.
Probably.
When he does eventually get her out of the garment of frills and lace she'll be standing before him, long hair tossed over her exposed chest, legs covered by thigh high stockings, her panties a simple white with a lacy edge for an accent. Making a Chevalier can be messy, after all.]
You're going to want to sit or lay down, I think.
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So he undoes his tie and a few buttons before sitting down before her on the couch. He knows this will likely be excruciating but he can handle it. Of that he's certain.]
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Straddling him those delicate hands of hers push his shirt open further before she leans in to the crook of his neck to inhale his scent. He smells...good. Tasty. She'll have to be careful not to get carried away. It has been awhile since she's done this, after all.
There's no countdown or warning that precedes her bite, as she parts her lips and bears her fangs to sink into Elias' throat. They pierce deep and razor sharp as she pushes herself against him, bare breasts against his chest. As soon as the taste of blood hits her tongue she's gripping him tighter, moaning softly with delight. While the feeling of her fangs in his neck may be unpleasant there's also a kind of euphoria that's coupled with it. As for Diva, she's enjoying herself, happy to let her true nature show. Her appetite might've left her momentarily but it's back with a vengeance now as she hungrily sucks at the puncture wound.]
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He even smiles, resting his hands on her hips. He'll thank her later for her gift that she's giving him.
Thoroughly.]
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It's quite gross really, if one were to think about it too hard, as she forces the blood in her mouth past his lips for him to swallow. Thumbs massage the sides of his throat, encouraging him to do just that. Only when she realizes he's properly done that she breaks the contact, licking his mouth clean before she pulls herself away from him completely. What's going to happen next won't be pleasant in any way. There should be a delay where all is still before Elias will find himself wracked with excruciating pain that forces the body to twist and contort. Bones feel as if they're breaking as muscles spasm, blood akin to acid as it burns from within. Usually it renders the person experiencing the transformation unconscious.
Whatever reaction Elias has she can't help but be curious, taking a seat on the floor to watch him as she finds one of the takeout boxes and begins to root inside. There's still half a steak, one with the bone still attached. Don't mind her as she chews on said bone, waiting for the show to begin.]
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When the pain comes it rips through his entire body. Tears through him and makes him contort and writhe. It's agony and yet he doesn't scream. Elias has no reason to scream. Not when he's embracing these horrifying changes with everything he has, letting it all rip through his body as he finds himself changing rapidly.
In a way, he loves it. It tastes like victory to him.
He doesn't know how much time passes. Or how he ends up on the floor. All he knows is that his body still aches and he's panting as he looks at the ceiling. He can smell the blood in the air.
An affection for the creature it comes from rises in him but that's not surprising. Besides, it means little to him in the end. He's done the worst to those he cares for the most, after all. But that's a matter for the future because right now he's just letting himself exist in his new immortality.]
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The thud of Elias' body onto the ground from the sofa doesn't concern her as he passes out before her. This is simply the natural process of things. By the time Elias comes to enough time has passed that Diva's finished off her dinner, the takeout boxes sitting empty on the tiled floor. His stirring alerts her as she puts aside her device, crawling over to him, still in her semi-undressed state. It's there she squats, peering over his form, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. He's clammy looking and doesn't look too well, but that will pass. At least he's conscious.
A hand with sticky fingers reaches out to pat him on the cheek. She doesn't seem too concerned.]
Amshel usually made those I turned drink water to make them feel better. Would you like a glass?
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But she doesn't need to know that. Instead, he gives a hoarse chuckle and groans as he forces himself to sit.]
Water...would be lovely.
[If only to clear his throat some.]
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Here you go Elias.
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[Sitting up, he takes the water so he can drain the glass. Letting out a sigh, he shudders while his body adjusts to the new sensations around him. And in him.]
Wise to remove your pretty dress first.
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