On a dark and scary evening -Private/Eris

The darkness of night shed through the awkwardly-angled branches of the trees which consumed this ground, the sounds of rain pushing throughout the sickly-hued leaves - just pattering off them here and there - echoed throughout the evening in symphony with the pounding of nine sets of shoes or boots through a particular path at this time. The woman, a blue-haired beauty in a formal ensemble of white, quickly dashed throughout the area, ducking under low boughs of treeline and making for a fast sprint away from her followers who curtailed her path behind. The eight of them were of rigid countenance with broad shoulders and overly muscular flames, wearing mail with a curved scimitar in one hand and buckler at the other - all eight of the mercenaries had a nasty grin on their faces as the kept pace behind Yuki.

Finally, it seemed, her line had come to an end as an outstretched root managed to snag her and send her tumbling to her face hard and skid to a stop on the grassy floor of the forest. Reaching out, one of the mercenaries grabbed a plume of her silky blue hair and pulled her up to meet with him face-to-face as he dragged her off the ground. Reaching out, Yuki touched her palm gently against the mail shirt of the mercenary, who chortled in laughter - that is until he found a sword impaling him thickly in the chest. With a gurgle of blood, the mercenary dropped dead and two wings of ice curled from around her sides. Quickly, the corpse was kicked aside as Yuki's body began to shift in some strange form then suddenly bound off towards the next mercenary with a powerful leap - bounding into a burst of speed to cut him through and move on to the next of the mercenaries.

"You just killed five of my best mercenaries bitch! You will be punished accordingly. You three can have your way with her, do as you wish." was the first sounds which finally rouses Yuki from blackness. Not much after the fight was remembered, as she awakened within some sort of area with a bed of straw underneath. Above stood the pudgy mercenary with his three mercenaries. She was in a cage, she realized as the portly man quickly scurried out of it. Two others took a brief stroll outside while the first walked within breath distance to her. He wordlessly began to strip her of her garment then withdrew his trousers. Screams echoed as he did, lingering outside the camp.

It was at this time that the other two mercenaries rejoined the camp and walked into the cell, the beaten and battered Yuki just laying there, believing that this could not be tue. She had already been enslaved before, but never violated and dirty like this, all she could do was to fall back on stories told by her mother about the house patron, and began to mutter the word 'Sanguinoth' in a hasty prayer. Half not believing and half wanting it to be true, Yuki offered her muttered prayers in a hushed manner as the two men walked into the  cage and shut it behind themselves. finally, as they approached, her desperation kicked in full, shouting the name. "SANGUINOTH!"

"Who's Sanguinoth? Asked the man who now hovered over Yuki, the two rigid and stone-faced men pushed away the other as their hands reached to their belts and what was held there - a sickening shine of light reflecting off the daggers of both men. their smiles and smirked have turned to hatred as they further pursued Yuki who could only pull herself up to her feet and quickly retreat to the cage's rear end in hurried and frantic movement. From the pinnacle of her back, fell wing of bat-like shape formed of crimson hue and arced high in an attempted egress from the cage, only to be responded to by the men in loud shouts. "DEATH TO YOU, DEMON!

Yuki never felt the impact of the dagger glinting in the night as it cut through about in a round gesture and move into her backside, pushing her back down with force. The mercenary, now moving to the side of Yuki,quickly withdrew his knife and kicked the girl over to her back in one move as his friend broke forth into a charge and brought the knife down to implant straight into the forehead of Yuki. She knew nothing from there, only the black absolute of death as the blood seemed from the wound on the crown of her head. The remaining expression on her face was one of absolute fear.

Death was an instantaneous thing, but in that momentarily flash, Yuki saw it unfold in a colourful and amazing diarama of white and crimson light at once - her death and the events which played out immediately afterwards would be those of hell and earth-land. In one instance Yuki was being dragged rather painfully by a demon of fiendish appearance until the fissure which would result in the massive titan of a skeletal puppet which latter dragged her fissure, while at the same time in the other pane her body issued forth gouts of blue flame as something happened to her and at last consciousness returned to the weary form of Yuki Chimei as her eyes flooded open and her body spasmed with a jerk. Yuki's mind was still reeling at what had exactly in both panes and if it was all a hallucination - however the hand crater with the slavers' broken bodies filled in showed otherwise. This was no dream and it was certainly not a hallucination.

Just to test herself, Yuki's hand raised gingerly and unched the layers of skin on her cheek, the pain awakening her sense from their deep slumber as her body finally reeled to greet her. Cerulean eyes now focused intently on the white-hued figure before her, and memories of her words came back to her. Who was this strange woman, was it her patron in fact? Well, she would ask that very question. Shakily, Yuki stood up on her own two feet and cmposed herself before her dry throat coughed up the question lingering on her mind. "Sanguinoth.... is that you?"

The woman felt it strange to be in the presence of someone they had worshiped in an almost god-like fashion, here in the material world, though at the same time glad to be among the living and happy to witness her in full form sitting before Yuki. A few things in particular stood out to the woman yet she did not question them and instead bent into a bow towards the other in a show of reverence, listening keenly to the questions of Eris and only speaking when asked a question directly. It seemed like Eris would do just that, asking the woman of what she remembered from her childhood. Yuki took a few moments to gather her thoughts before speaking in a lilting tone, "Only of what I've been told by my mother through stories, primarily about you my lady though I can recall some fragments of detail from one story in particular which told about my ancestor, what little bit I know. I know that his name is Enignggothoth, and that he has power over knowledge."

"En-igng-goth-oth" Yuki corrected herself instinctual, though this was the only time which the woman would speak out of turn to Eris, electing to listen intently rather than speak out of turn a-lot with questions - she was more reserved than that and the logical path would be to save questions for the end when Eris was no longer attempting to speak. Yuki had crossed her legs and come to set at the heels of Eris by this time, likely having taken the time to remove the ribbons for a fresh set of clothing. She now listened to Eris teach her of the past and of why Eris had come to save her. She also had this spark which Eris spoke of, thinking - greater and more powerful than those who had proceeded her in fact though to remain dormant and in a less powerful state than it's potential spark. Perhaps, Eris could sense as such - that Yuki had more potential than could lay claim to the same heritage.

"I would think of no higher honour than to renew the old covenant, my lady. Let me become a most ardent follower so that I should serve my patron ever more. As for questions, well I did have some but most have been answered by yourself. I merely ask that if Sanguinoth is a name given to you by others, what is the name that you would give yourself my lady? I would rather call you by your true name. I also wish to learn more about my family history in particular, though it can wait."

Yuki observed the gesture of her patron, weaving to form the rune which floated between the two of them, radiating force with an ebb and flow. Yuki understood the nature of the pact just by observing the rune, She knew that it would tie her to Eris in not one but many different ways that would serve to further the both of them, one as the benevolent goddess or queen, depending how you looked at it - the other, an un-extinguishable force one who was a loyal compatriot and who was a force of it's own right. nothing viewed by Yuki was called into question, she agreed to everything which the pact represented. And so, she reached out to touch the rune to represent her signing of the pact. From now on, Yuki would strive to serbe Eris, but even moreso, rather than just being a slave she would be all that she could be. "I will not just serve, my mistress. I will thrive."