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- 1-Discovery
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Author’s Note: This is probably as AU as it gets but…I enjoyed writing this fic and I think that is all that matters. While I love Jaenelle…I had to write this so…Well, flame if you must but, keep in mind, I am NOT the author of the books. No one but Sayri is mine and I don’t claim anyone you already know from the books. Criticism welcome but flames because you don’t like the pairing are not.

Discovery

            In hindsight, it was her own fault that she was hiding it but…darkness be damned it was too hard to admit it. Sighing, she leans against the wall and hopes that nothing was going to go so horribly wrong that she wouldn’t be able to get through this. Well, she wasn’t going to get through her Virgin Night anyway. She raises a shaky hand and runs it through her auburn curls. “Dammit, Sayri, calm,” she tells herself, “This is NOT the end of the world. You are birthright Gray…not many males can match you.” She leans against the building and prays to whoever was still listening that whoever Jaenelle said she would get for her wasn’t going to make her run screaming from the Keep.

            “D-Daemon?” she squeaks staring at Jaenelle, “A-are you sure this is a good idea?”

            “He won’t hurt you,” Jaenelle tells her, “I already have his word on that.”

            “I-I…” she pauses realizing that if she said more it would only make it harder to keep her secret, “I was just asking…he’s been a bit…grouchy since you two stopped seeing each other is all.”

            Jaenelle gives a soft, sad smile. “Yes but…it was best for both of us. I love him dearly…but as a brother. He understands that.”

            “I hope so,” Sayri says quietly, “but thank you. I know you didn’t have to do this for me.”

            “It isn’t a problem. I look out for the queens in my territory.”

            Giving another faked smile, Sayri exits the room feeling worse than she already did. “Queen?” she mutters bitterly, “More like freak.” She goes back to her room and looks at herself in the mirror. At first glance, most men were entranced by her long auburn curls, full bust and tiny waist. However, if they were to dig deeper, they would find that there was a secret surrounding the gorgeous woman that they would probably kill her for. Underneath her flowing gowns, she hid that she was a hermaphrodite never daring to wear skin-tight pants that would reveal the genitalia she wasn’t supposed to have. Swallowing, she wonders how slowly the Sadist would kill her tonight.

            The hours pass before she knows it and she finds herself outside of Daemon’s door wondering how she was going to get through this. Swallowing and hoping that she is killed quickly, she steps into the room. Daemon is sitting on the bed and looks at her curiously. “Do you always wear so much?” he asks.

            “Yes,” she answers feeling extremely frightened.

            “Why?”

            “Because I do.” She knows her answer is clipped but she can’t help it. If he reacted badly she was going to die so being polite to the Sadist wasn’t at the forefront of her mind.

            He tilts his head and looks at her for a moment before saying, “Well, you are going to have to come over here. I cannot do this from across the room.”

            “I know,” she says softly as she forces her body to move over towards him. It takes everything she has to manage it and by the time she is standing before him, she is trembling.

            “Is there something wrong?” Daemon asks eying her curiously, “You are acting like I am going to kill you.”

            “You are,” comes her soft response.

            Now that makes him raise an eyebrow. “When was that decided?” he asks, “Because as I remember my conversation with Jaenelle she told me clearly that you were to be taken care of with the utmost gentleness and consideration. Murder isn’t exactly on that list unless I missed something.”

            “It’s not because of Jaenelle, Daemon. It’s me.”

            “I don’t see how I am going to kill you.”

            “No, that’s because I’ve chosen to hide it.”

            Daemon looks at her curiously before his golden eyes trail down her body to the loose-fitting skirts she was wearing. His hand slides up it and she waits. It doesn’t take him long for his hand to brush her and she sees him still. He looks up at her and she can barely meet his gaze. “Lady, what are you?” he asks.

            “I’m a freak,” she responds softly, “I wear my lower clothes loosely because I don’t want others to find out I am a hermaphrodite. It never seems to go over very well.”

            Daemon slides his hand up and into the waistband of her underwear and slides down the length of her before brushing his hand behind it and stroking her opening. She shudders. A moment later, he brings his hand out and seems to study her for a moment before slowly and meticulously stripping her out of her clothing. Once she is naked, he eyes her for a moment before smirking. “I think the only problem the males in the court would have would be that you have a bigger cock than theirs, Lady,” he teases.

            “Daemon,” she says blushing.

            “I am serious.”

            “And I know that I am not going to live long enough to have a court.”

            Daemon looks at her. “And who told you this?”

            “I am not stupid, Daemon. This is NOT what you signed up for. I doubt there is a male I could PAY to do this.”

            “When did I ever say that I wasn’t capable of doing this? I know I have yet to dump you out of the room.”

            “I didn’t mean that you were going to let me live, Daemon.”

            He goes silent for a moment and just looks at her with the gaze of one who is not quite sure if he should laugh or be insulted. Finally, he shakes his head. “You are seriously screwed up, Sayri,” he comments, “I never indicated that I was going to kill you regardless of what you looked like under your skirts. However, I have to admit that this is a surprise. I have seen many Queens through their Virgin Night but I have NEVER had the opportunity to see a hermaphrodite queen through hers.”

            “You don’t have to,” she tells him, “It is not going to make me feel worse than I already do. I know this is not what you expected…it’s why I haven’t told anyone. I know how people react, I know it’s not normal but THIS is how fate chose to make me look. I don’t know why but this is the lot I was given.”

            Daemon gently pushes her back on the bed before sliding out of his own clothes. She swallows at the sight of him; male; masculine; perfect. He really was quite something. He slides atop of her, their cocks rubbing slowly and for the first time, she sees his eyes flutter as his body answers hers. Hearing the soft groan from him, she is shocked. It was said that it was extremely difficult to get him aroused. His years as a pleasure slave made it almost impossible for a woman to make him hard. However, here he was rubbing lightly against her, his cock swelling quickly. It was enough to make her feel a little better. “I think I am going to enjoy this,” he purrs softly pressing fully against her, “I really think I am.”

            “Well, I am glad,” she answers breathlessly looking into his golden eyes as her hips press up against him. He smiles at her reaction before sliding up off of her and looking down. Dark amusement appears in his golden eyes and she realizes that the Sadist was out. He looks up at her with that sleepy, bored smile that makes her wonder if this was the part where she got herself in more trouble than she could get out of. She finds that she suddenly has more things to worry about as he cups her breasts and squeezes them gently. Gasping, she arches up off of the bed. Her nipples harden against his palm and he grins at her and continues keeping his body just far enough above hers that she could feel him but couldn’t get far enough up to actually get any friction. “Sadist,” she grits out.

            “Why thank you,” he murmurs as he slowly draws his fingers down her chest and stomach careful with his middle finger. She shudders and moans softly at the touch. She expects him to bypass her cock and continue down and is shocked when he gently cups and rubs the thick flesh. She arches up off of the bed and he chuckles before leaning his head down and startling her completely by running his tongue around the red tip and into the slit making her keen softly. A smirk is her only warning before he pulls her all the way into his mouth. His mouth is hot and wet and she grips the sheets tightly trying to keep from grabbing his hair. Her eyes shut and she can do nothing but moan and gasp and cry out as he pays attention to the one part of her she didn’t think any male would be able to accept about her.

            Her climax is almost violent and it takes her a minute to get her bearings back and by then, Daemon is sitting there licking his lips. “Well, I can tell you this, you are delicious,” the male comments with a smile.

            “I-I…thank you?” she asks not sure what to think of this. Daemon laughs.

            “You are cute, Sayri,” he comments before leaning down and lifting her hips up. She can feel that she’s wet, the liquid pooling in places she was going to have to clean out later. Feeling Daemon’s tongue dip down makes her jerk and let out a sound that is more squeak than anything. He chuckles again against her wet flesh before doing it again. She moans softly and shudders. He slowly starts licking, drawing out her essance with a skill taught him by centuries of servitude. Sayri opens herself wider and begs softly for more, for him not to stop. The pleading makes him crave it and he pulls her firmly against him as he plunges his tongue into her making her scream helplessly. He feels her gray jewel vibrate along his black and shoves his power down through her jewel into her making her jerk violently, scream, and climax so hard she almost passes out on the bed. He cleans off his chin and licks his fingers watching as she finds herself shivering beneath him on the bed, vulnerable and ready for him to either break her or make her a queen. Finding the desire to smile softly, he does so before climbing up and lifting her gently onto him. He slowly and carefully breaches her moving only as fast as she is capable of handling. He stills once he is all the way in her and waits. She shudders against his body not accustomed to being so thoroughly filled. She can feel the intricate bonds of her powers shivering up to the gray she was born with. A moment later, she feels him move and it is like nothing she’s ever felt before. She cries out as he finds the spot that makes her see stars. He slides the power of the black into her and uses it as a cradle against her own powers and rides her hard as if breaking and making her anew. She can do nothing but wrap her arms around him and hold on as her cock rubs against his upper stomach and lower chest.

            Their bodies and powers entwine on the bed and both are affected. Daemon closes his eyes, his swollen flesh throbbing within the Queen he is cocooned within. He looks down at her, their eyes locking and he finds himself captivated. The creature beneath him may be mostly female but the masculinity added to her made her perfect. He slides his hand down and stroking her making her throw her head back, auburn curls bouncing around her. He hits that spot and jerks on her skin making her climax and scream helplessly. It pulls a climax and groan from him and he lets his powers out as hers come crashing down with the force of a Warlord Prince’s. It elicits a scream from him and he is unable to do anything but ride it out until both of them are satiated…and asleep on the bed.

            Sunlight wakes up Sayri and her gray eyes flutter open. For a moment, she is completely disoriented but then recalls the activities of the night before and her awareness snaps back into focus. It only takes her a moment to realize that Daemon is asleep atop of her and is still deep within her body. She blushes and then watches as he wakes up as well. His golden eyes blink open sleepily and he looks at her. “Umm, good morning, Prince Daemon,” she says trying for an innocent expression.

            He raises an eyebrow before laughing softly. “Good morning, Sayri,” he says gently pulling himself from her. He looks down at her cock and looks back at her before giving a mischievous smile and sliding down the bed. The feeling of his tongue against her makes her gasp in pleasure and her legs open. He takes advantage of her submission and slowly pulls her into his mouth. She clenches the sheets and lets out soft plaintive noises. He strokes her balls gently as he sucks and she groans aloud. It doesn’t take much to make her climax helplessly into his mouth and he drinks her down. He does it until she’s soft and releases the flesh from the confines of his hot mouth. “Mmm, now that is a breakfast even Mrs. Beale cannot match,” he comments.

            “I-I don’t think you should tell her that,” she gasps out softly. He grins.

            “I don’t know, I think it would be hilarious to see her expression.”

            “You really ARE a sadist.”

            “No, I am THE Sadist. There is a big difference.”

            “Don’t show me what that is, please. I am not sure I’d survive it,” she comments slowly sitting up. She looks at him for a moment before murmuring, “Thank you…for everything, Daemon. That could not have been easy.”

            Daemon looks at her before snorting. “You say that like you think what I did for you was a chore. Sayri, I am not sure what you have heard about either yourself or me, but let me tell you this: one, just because some idiot women think that you are not normal doesn’t mean that you are a monster; and two, last night was extremely enjoyable for me. In fact, I had more fun than I thought I would have. You are going to make a great Queen and I would hate to see you in action because you use Craft like a Warlord Prince.”

            She blushes at his compliment. She knew her powers were a little more violent than they should be even for a Gray jeweled female. “Still…thank you.”

            “You are very welcome, Sayri.”

            She leaves when he goes to shower not wanting to take up more of his time and returns to the small house she owned on the outskirts of Askavi. She walks into her bathroom and starts a bath. Living alone was easier…it meant not having to deal with a bunch of people who gawked at her constantly. Sayri just liked her privacy. It made everything easier. She slides into the water once the tub is full and sighs. That truly had been a wonderful experience and she is grateful that Daemon took it with such a good mindset. She couldn’t help but wonder, however, why it was that she had been born like this. After a few minutes of depression, she pushes that thought away. She could spend the rest of the day moody and annoyed. Right now she was going to ride out her feelings of euphoria as long as she could.

            After her bath, she dries off and slides a robe on before returning to her room and pulling the covers back before sliding into her bed and curling up. She felt the after-affects of her Virgin Night and feels drowsy and unwilling to do much other than sleep. She closes her eyes and lets her body relax. As she falls into a deeper slumber, she senses a presence in her room but cannot pull herself into awareness enough to see who had entered her home. Feeling herself get lifted from the bed makes her fight a futile fight to wake up and she falls into the realm of sleep.

            She wakes up in an unfamiliar room and immediately is on alert. She slowly goes to sit up when she feels the binds on her wrists holding her wrists above her head. She looks up at the chains connecting her to the bed and slowly panic sinks in. She brings her leg up and can only bring it so far up before the chain snaps it back down with more than a little pain to her. Cautiously, she reaches for her powers and finds them blocked. This was not good and she could kick herself for being so careless. She should have stayed with Daemon until she felt more awake. She hadn’t thought about the consequences of being by herself when she was so tired and incapable of fighting back. All she could do know was wait and see who the hell had her trussed up like this.

            It is an hour before the door opens and by then, Sayri wants her robe to cover herself with. “Well, hello there,” a voice comments from the doorway, “Have we learned anything from this?”

            “Daemon, you bastard,” she growls.

            “Me? You’re the one who returned to a place where you have NO protection whatsoever in probably one of your more vulnerable times!”

            “In hindsight that probably wasn’t completely intelligent but it’s not like I have a lot of people who wish me harm!” she retorts, “I am not much of a threat to anyone!”

            “That is only because they don’t realize how strong you are! You don’t even have wards on your home to tell you when someone approaches! If you aren’t going to have anyone there to help protect you than at least put up something to alert you to someone else’s approach. Making yourself a target is NOT going to give you a long life, Sayri,” Daemon chastises.

            Sayri looks away. “Have you ever thought that maybe that was the point?” she asks staring at the far wall, “Daemon…please, just let me go. I can protect myself now. It won’t happen again.”

            “What is it that you are having such a hard time with?” Daemon asks.

            “Other than my life in general? Nothing,” she answers, “Now let me go. I got your point.”

            She feels the chains vanish and slowly sits up. “May I please have my robe?” she asks. He walks over and slides it onto her and gently ties it closed. “Now, I appreciate that you are concerned but I really don’t feel that threatened with where I live. I don’t expect the Kindred to try and harass me.”

            “You are still being careless, Lady.”

            “I will do better in the future, Prince Daemon,” she says before vanishing. She reappears in her small living room and swallows. That had been way too close. She reaches her hands up and covers her face with them. Dammit, she wasn’t going to fall apart like this. She sinks down onto the floor and starts crying. She just doesn’t know what it is that has upset her so much.

            When she finally stops, feeling more drained than she had, she gets up off the floor. She looks out the window at the dusk sky and sighs. It was time to go and finish this. She exits her house and goes to the nearest Dark Altar and makes her offering to the Darkness. It didn’t matter what she got, she wasn’t going to be alive long enough to use whatever she was gifted with. She kneels and waits for an answer hoping that there isn’t one and she can just leave with the jewel she entered with.

            A few hours pass before she receives her gift from the Darkness and looks at the uncut Black jewel. Carefully, she picks both jewels up and sighs. So much for leaving behind only her gray jewel. “I don’t understand,” she says aloud, “What am I? Why am I like this? Why let such a mistake of a person wield such a powerful jewel?” Her gray eyes turn sad, “Why not let someone more worthy wield the strength that I do?”

            “Becaussse, you are asss you are meant to be, child,” a voice says, the sibilant tones telling Sayri exactly who she is.

            “I am who I am meant to be? I am neither a Queen nor a Warlord Prince, how is that who I am meant to be?”

            Draca smiles. “Child, you have lissstened for far too long to people who do not underssstand. You are a Queen by blood, and a Warlord Prince by power and both by gender. You have a dessstiny to fulfill.”

            “Do I? I cannot get people to look at me without cringing.”

            “You basse how you sssee yourself by everyone elsse. Look in the mirror and gauge the person who ssstaresss back by your own perception. You hide who you are becaussse you lisssten to sssuch foolsss.”

            Sayri closes her eyes. “How can so many people be wrong?”

            “Child, you know the anssswer to that. You know how cold their heartsss are. Take the gift you have been given and find your dessstiny. You were not born asss you are asss an insssult to you. Embrace yourssself and find your purpossse. You will underssstand if you jussst ssstop being ssso afraid.”

            Sayri wants to argue but she realizes that there was no point in it. Draca was right. She had listened to the people she grew up with for far too long and it had scared her into hiding behind loose fitting clothing she hated. She just doesn’t know if she could go through it again. “I don’t know how to stop,” she whispers. Draca walks up and gently strokes her cheeks.

            “I already told you, child. Look in a mirror at yourssself through your own eyesss and not through the eyesss of thossse around you. Only YOU have to live with you, only you are the one who knowsss the truth behind yourssself. If you cannot love yourssself how can you expect sssomeone elssse to?”

            “I can’t,” she answers feeling the tears spilling, “I cannot expect anyone to do what I cannot.” The woman gently wipes the tears away.

            “You will get through thisss, child, and you will be ssstronger for it,” she promises.

            When Sayri leaves, she feels little better and her jewels weigh heavily in her pocket. She returns to her house and walks into her bedroom before pulling her clothing off and standing naked in front of her mirror. She closes her eyes and wills the voices in the back of her mind from all the people who gave their opinions to silence themselves and reopens them. She looks at herself before turning to the side. It was so hard not to hear the words of everyone she’d come in contact with who had seen her. Then she remembers Daemon’s words:

            “You say that like you think what I did for you was a chore. Sayri, I am not sure what you have heard about either yourself or me, but let me tell you this: one, just because some idiot women think that you are not normal doesn’t mean that you are a monster; and two, last night was extremely enjoyable for me. In fact, I had more fun than I thought I would have. You are going to make a great Queen and I would hate to see you in action because you use Craft like a Warlord Prince.”

            She stares at herself in the mirror and sighs. “Daemon, you wouldn’t understand,” she says softly, “I AM a monster. This is not what a person is supposed to be born with.” She turns to go and put her clothing back on when she feels something spill through her, hard and sharp. It sends her to her knees with a groan of agony. Something was wrong. It was an alarm that was sent out only when Jaenelle or someone felt that something dire had happened. She manages to get on her feet and quickly throws clothing on, not realizing that she forgets to pull on a skirt over her pants and appears by the Keep to find that there was something seriously wrong.

            “What is THAT?” Karla demands staring at what was supposed to be a couple of bodies. Whatever Craft was used twisted them into something beyond description.

            “I think they were people…once,” Saetan says.

            “I did NOT need to be summoned to see this,” Gabrielle says, “so unless this is of utmost importance, I am going…”

            “No one is going ANYWHERE!” a cold voice interrupts. Sayri recognizes that tone and then recognizes the bodies. Oh Darkness, the Sadist was angry…and she’d pushed him to this.

            “Daemon…why did you do this?” Jaenelle asks looking from the bodies to the furious male standing there. There is a LOT of fear in the woman’s voice which tells Sayri that she is afraid of being next.

            “Because someone had to,” comes the cold, emotionless response. Sayri decides that it was high-time she stepped in before they thought he was going to kill them. He was at the killing edge and it was her doing so it was her problem to deal with.

            “Daemon, please, calm your temper,” she says stepping into his path. The sounds around her makes her look down and she realizes what she had inadvertently done but ignores it as she focuses on the male slipping into the killing edge faster than the others could catch him. “I am flattered that you think so highly of me to go and kill people on my behave but…you shouldn’t frighten your family in the process.”

            “This is not their doing so they have nothing to be afraid of,” Daemon responds.

            “Fair enough but when you are murdering people it is going to get the attention of the one you are bound to and I know Jaenelle deserves an explanation as does your father. They love you and I am sure they would want to be made aware of when you lose your temper so far that you are murdering people…even ones as despicable as my family members.”

            The sounds behind her are even more startled but she ignores them in favor of eying the male before her. He wasn’t listening. This wasn’t good. She decides another course of action had to be taken before he slid himself into the Twisted Kingdom. She steps towards him and his complete attention falls on her. It was disconcerting to have all that anger aimed in her direction but…part of her felt that it was her own fault so she deserved it. She finally is within only a few inches of him and looks up at him. “Calm down, Warlord Prince,” she tells him, “There is NO need for this right now.”

            She sees his hand seconds before it hits her and she staggers and falls. Her reaction is just as violent and ends up with Daemon on his knees. She hits him and sprawls him out on his back. “Don’t HIT me!” she snarls at him, “I am trying to HELP you!”

            “Sayri?” Saetan’s voice is enough to make her look back at the High Lord of Hell who is staring at her worriedly and she realizes she just reacted to Daemon like another Warlord Prince would. She groans softly.

            “Wonderful, I fight like a man,” she mutters. To her shock, she hears Daemon laughing. She looks at him and he is holding his nose laughing. “What do YOU find so funny?”

            “You,” he chortles, “Oh Darkness, you DO fight back like a Warlord Prince!”

            She throws her hands up. “I am so glad that EVERYONE finds me amusing!” she snaps at him, “You’re the one who was going to get himself killed!”

            That sobers him and he slowly gets onto his feet. “They deserved it,” he tells her calmly, “There was no reason for them to treat you or allow you to be treated the way you were.”

            “You don’t need to defend me, Daemon. There is no reason to do that to your reputation.”

            “For the love of…Will you STOP it?! You are NOT a monster!”

            “Did you SEE me last night or were you NOT paying attention?!” she yells back.

            “Of course I SAW you, it’s kind of hard NOT to when my eyesight is FINE! There is NOTHING wrong with you! As I said before, just because the women think there is something wrong with you and just because the males hate that you have a bigger cock than they do, does NOT make YOU a MONSTER!”

            “What the HELL is going on here?” Saetan interrupts loudly. Both quiet and look at him. “Well?” he demands.

            “Nothing,” Sayri says softly, “There is nothing going on here, High Lord.” She ignores the ugly look that Daemon sends her. “I apologize for the bodies and I’ll clean them up. His temper was my fault and I’ll do better not to anger him.”

            “Oh no, that is not going to push this under the rug,” Chaosti interrupts, “I would like to have the explanation for…well, you.”

            “I am a hermaphrodite,” she answers, “end of story, end of discussion. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have bodies to remove.”

            “Sayri…” It was one word and it was a threat. She turns to face the Sadist. His look was more than terrifying to behold and it takes everything she’s got not to shiver.

            “Let it go,” she tells him, “it’s not important. It’s never going to be important. I am…grateful that you think so highly of me but you shouldn’t have wasted your time or the Craft it took to do this. I am not worth it. I will never be worth it. The Darkness wastes such powerful jewels on a creature who is never going to be more than a freak!” She hears all the bitterness and the anguish she feels come out and her eyes feel with tears that she struggles to hold back.

            A moment later, she finds herself pressed against the side of the building by Daemon. His eyes are almost blazing, he’s so angry and she can feel the Black jewel flaring along her skin. “What are you doing?” she asks feeling her body shiver.

            “What do you think I am doing?” he snarls.

            “I-I…” she finds herself unable to voice anything she is so frightened of the male before him. Her birthright jewel may be higher than his originally and they may have gotten the same one when they made their offerings but she couldn’t make herself use her own power in the face of his fury. She squeezes her gray eyes shut and hopes that whatever was about to come that she would get out of intact.

            “DAEMON!” Saetan’s tone is thunderous and catches him off guard so that he looks back at his father. “What, by the darkness, has gotten into you?”

            It only takes him a moment to regain his composure and the fury returns. “None of your business!” he retorts, “so let ME handle this!”

            Sayri wonders if this is going to become a fight between both of them and feels the guilt return. This was all her fault for letting someone find out about her. She should have just stayed in her home and pretended to have not existed. Then this wouldn’t have been happening. “This is not necessary,” she finally says finding her voice, “Daemon, Warlord Prince, stop this. I am not worth all the trouble you will get into if you continue this path. I know how much I’m worth and…well, it’s hardly that much.”

            Daemon turns back towards her and her fear returns at the look on his face. “Excuse me?” he asks in a soft, extremely dangerous tone, “What did you just say?”

            “I just told you that I am not worth this and to stop…it’s the truth,” she whispers, “It’s always going to be the truth. I am sorry for hitting you…I should have kept my temper.”

            “Do not apologize, Sayri. You reacted like anyone would.”

            “I reacted like a damn Warlord Prince!”

            Daemon smiles. “I know.”

            “That is NOT normal.”

            “It is for you.”

            “I am NOT normal.”

            “Maybe not in the sense that anyone else thinks but you aren’t a monster. I have been around for a long, long time and I know what makes someone a monster.”

            Sayri closes her eyes. “I don’t understand why the Darkness wastes such power on me…or why Draca seems to think that I have some destiny to fulfill.”

            “If Draca tells you there is something better…believe her,” Jaenelle says entering the conversation, “because she is never wrong. It maybe hard for you right now…and seeing you now for what you are, I can see why you would hide but…Sayri, you are not a monster. You are unique…and extremely powerful. You’d make a good Queen.”

            “I wouldn’t do that to anyone,” Sayri says softly, “and being Hayllian…well, believe me, they are NOT looking for a Queen.”

            That catches Daemon’s attention. “You’re Hayllian?”

            “You didn’t notice? Yes, I am Hayllian.”

            He is silent for a moment as he observes her before he starts laughing. She is not quite sure what it is that amuses him so much so she looks at Jaenelle who looks just as confused as she is. “Has he finally snapped?” she asks.

            “I have no idea,” the woman known to the blood as Witch admits.

            Lucivar looks at his brother for a moment before looking at Sayri and a look appears that is hard to decipher. “May I ask you a personal question?” he inquires.

            “Okay,” she responds not quite sure what it is that he wants to know.

            “During your Virgin Night, how easily did you get him aroused?”

            She turns bright red. “Pretty easily, why?”

            Lucivar smirks. “Because ever since Dorothea turned him into a pleasure slave NO Hayllian witch has EVER gotten him aroused.”

            “I am not quite sure how I did it,” she admits looking at the male who is still laughing, “I am not sure at all.”

            “I don’t know how you got through it without him killing you,” Karla comments, “I am not sure if I was Daemon I would have been happy finding out that you were partially male.”

            Sayri says softly, “I was expecting him to kill me, to be honest.”

            Lucivar snorts. “Good luck with that.”

            She looks at the Eyerian Warlord Prince. “What do you mean?” she asks.

            “I mean good luck with having him react the way you want him to. He has always said that there will never be a woman to make him burn thanks to Dorothea’s machinations. Well, technically…” he waves up and down Sayri, “Congratulations I think you have a Warlord Prince.”

            She turns bright red. “I am sure that’s not true.”

            “I am sure it is. I know my brother, Lady. Those woman broke something in him. Jaenelle had a hard time getting him to respond to her and I am not surprised when you said it took no effort on your part. Your feminine enough to be what he wants and masculine enough to make him not hate you. I think you’ll find that of everyone he’s ever met, you’re the first that he might actually have a chance at a normal relationship.”

            “As normal as one can have with someone who is neither male nor female,” she sighs.

            “I already proved that didn’t bother me,” Daemon says reentering the conversation.

            “It bothers me,” she responds, “but I think…Draca’s right, I am listening far too much to people I know don’t care about me. I just…I haven’t had anyone else’s opinion for so long.”

            “Then stop wearing those damned layers,” Saetan says irritably, “We cannot help change your mind if you are intent on hiding.”

            She stops before looking back at the High Lord of Hell. “Wh-what?”

            “I said that we cannot change your mind about yourself if you are insistent on wearing more layers than any court I’ve ever been too. What you are wearing now looks extremely good on you.”

            She looks down at the tunic and tight pants that shows off her dual gender. “I…I was in too much of a hurry to answer Jaenelle to throw on my skirt.”

            “Good,” Daemon says, “I like that on you.”

            “Do I need to punch you again?” she asks irritably. That gets snorts from the people around her.

            “Oooh, kinky,” the male responds.

            “Shut up, Warlord Prince,” she tells him before turning back towards the bodies, “Now if you are done being a pain in the ass, Daemon, I am going to clean up your mess.”

            “Only if you don’t leave tonight.”

            She slowly looks at him. “What?”

            “You can ‘clean up my mess’ as long as you don’t leave tonight.”

            “And WHERE exactly does that leave me staying?”

            “With me.”

            Sayri can only stare at the male before her and wonder how the world tilted on it’s axis so damned fast. However, she knows that if she doesn’t agree, he’ll do more damage dealing with the bodies. “Fine, you have a deal now go away so I can deal with this without you losing your temper again. Damned Warlord Princes…always have to be so violent.”

            “You’re one to talk!” he calls as he disappears into the Keep. She sends an ugly look in the direction he went into and hearing laughter looks at Jaenelle.

            “What, he’s being an ass,” she mutters.

            “And he has a point,” Jaenelle responds, “You react to normal violence like a Warlord Prince.”

            “I use Craft like one, too,” she comments as she does as she said she would. It doesn’t take long for their to be no traces of either her parents.

            “Well, that’s nice to know. We’ll be sure not to piss you off,” Lucivar says teasingly, “I am not sure I’d want to lose a fistfight to you.”

            Rolling her eyes, she turns to look at him. “I am not sure you’d lose. While I may startle you by retaliating…you’ve had more practice…once you got your bearing back I’d be in deep shit.”

            “It doesn’t matter. You make up for it in sheer force of will. You’d probably be able to beat most any of the males here with the exception of my father, I think…and maybe Daemon but then…Daemon would probably cheat and do things that were considered less than decorous in a fight.”

            “He’d probably grope her for the heck of it,” Chaosti comments with a grin. Sayri is quite tempted to throw something at him but refrains.

            “I think he’d do a little more than grope her,” Karla says, “Seeing as he seems to find her more than a little appealing.”

            “Karla, Chaosti, I WILL hurt both of you if you do NOT shut up,” she responds curbing the urge to slide to the Black. Both of them start laughing ignoring her and she rolls her eyes. They had to be so immature sometimes. However, there was something about it that was rather affectionate and homely about their arguing. It was like siblings…or the way siblings should act. Still, the urge to throttle them is so great that she goes in and finds the topic of conversation. “Why do you want me to stay with you?”

            “Because,” Daemon responds as he pushes the door shut and presses her against the wall.

            “B-because why?” she whispers as she feels her own body start to respond.

            “I want you to.”

            “And that is a good enough reason?”

            “Of course it is.”

            “Spoiled brat.”

            “Of course I am,” he answers as he reaches forward and slides her shirt open, “but then for what I’ve been through…I deserve it.”

            Sayri doesn’t really have an argument for that and shudders as he finishes opening her shirt. Her nipples harden beneath the bra as the thin material is not enough to protect them from the cool air. She sees his lips curl into a smile and shivers as her own desires begin to coil. He was very good at making a woman want him and Sayri is not above being affected by his touch or charm. When her bra is removed, she gasps at the temperature difference and wonders if he was doing it on purpose. It wouldn’t surprise her one bit to find out that he was. Though she decides she has more to worry about as he goes about removing the rest of her clothing as well. He eyes her once she is completely naked much like he had on her Virgin Night. “I meant what I said, Lady, you are extremely lovely.”

            “I don’t know how you think that but…I am not going to argue with you.”

            “Good,” Daemon tells her before lifting her up and bringing her over to the bed before laying her on it and gently straddling her. She feels him thicken against her and groans softly. There was nothing more satisfying than the realization that she could make him react to her. However, she would never tell him that fearing him thinking it an insult. He stares down at her for a moment before starting at her neck and moving down her body sucking and nipping at the flesh he could get to. She shudders and lets him do as he will having no desire nor the strength to fight with him and even attempt to win. Though part of her, deep down, isn’t interested in fighting with him as much as it is willing to let him do this. *You asssked for your purpossse? * she hears Draca in her mind, *You were born to heal hisss woundsss and he will heal yoursss.*

            She doesn’t answer. That didn’t require one. She looks up into the male’s golden eyes and finds herself smiling. He returns the smile before his mouth lowers making her groan in pleasure. Maybe, just maybe the Darkness knew what it was doing after all.
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