Yes, they did share a similar past, didn't they? It was always the unattainable ones that were lusted after. Wars were fought in their name, blades cast down in hopes their favor would be given to the one that shed the most blood. These two women were the prime examples of why kingdoms and empires fell. It was always a woman behind the greatest man; his lust, his greed, his power.. it would all be for naught if there wasn't a woman there to strive for. The greed these tyrants suffered, was insatiable. When one of these women were claimed, branded, and flashed around as though worthless... one of them found the sparkle that drove men to their knees. They thirsted for the touch only these two women could give.
Victer Von Nightmare, Rozz Nightmare, Silo LightStife, Vaidea Divabien, Yanosh Aldrin..Chalase LoreTrance.. All were names that caused the flesh on her arms to crawl. It didn't matter if they stove for her affection.. they still caused torture and shaped the woman as she was today. Victer.. Oh, how her life changed because of him. There went her step into governing politics... and her seat within the eyes of everyone who hated the man she stood next to. But, had she turned away when others showed their disfavor.. she would've never met Blaise.
Unlike Blaise, Novelly had no savior. No White Knight rode in on his stallion with intent on redeeming her from the grips of a madman. Whatever bastard rode in on his horse always wished something equally valuable in return. It was always.. her life in servitude under one.. for a life of servitude under another. Many had tried to save her, or at least seemed to. They thought her blind each time they tried; she could see through their masquerade.
"Men fought wars for us, Darren. They were never satisfied when one finally laid claim and the others were without. We were kidnapped, violated, raped.. and even murdered. We have seen the hells; we've known every inch of torture only promised to most. Once we thought we found happiness, once we thought it all came to and end and we were free... and then it all began again because they lusted for what they lost. Some of them even used us against eachother. Scorn lost Blaise and in hopes of having her return he came after me. He tore me from what should have been my last years, and thrust me into this. He sent me to hell and ripped my soul back out of the darkness.. simply because he wanted Blaise to return on her own accord.. in hopes that my suffering would draw her to him."
The left-hand corner of her mouth twitched. That was the day the taste of mortality left forever. ..And Darren complained that he was going to die?
"How do you think we lived? What life do you think we had always hiding in a tyrant's shadow? .. Always being hunted, or lusted after.. because we belonged to someone else? You claim to have lost everything, but you don't know what you have. You have the memory of your family, of the life you chose. You wanted to be someone's savior, that's why you picked up the Luminex. How many lives have you saved, and how many foes vanquished?"
She shifted, shoulders rolling and emanating pops responding to her movements. "And here it is, Darren. I will grant you immortality. I will give back the years you lost if you can look at me and tell me you'd trade all the memories of your family and how happy they made you feel. The feeling your wife made you feel, and your children.. and the peace they brought... Tell me you'll trade all of that, and replace it with an endless void. Is losing the memory of everything that made you you, that made you human worth an eternity of loneliness?"
Novelly's eyes twinkled. She longed for what Darren had; the bitter taste of mortality. She wanted those moments where she felt nothing but happiness; every man that has ever crossed her path, betrayed her in the end. They could promise love and devotion and tear the world apart for her favor.. but in the end... they were just the enemy.
Did he really want to be like her? Be so completely dettached from humanity that he'd murder his own flesh and blood for the taste of power? They were the products of a tyrant's lust, and small pieces of them grew within her womb. She did the unthinkable and removed them from this world...they were liabilities.. the last fragments of human emotion she had to rid herself of before she could be completely.. cold.
Her eyes looked left, and then to the right. She mentioned Scorn's name; whenever that name slithered from her mouth, the creature had a nasty habit of appearing when he wasn't wanted.
And then, her eyes returned to Blaise. "And you... you say you're not going to leave me.. But how selfish would I be if I said I wanted to stay with you for the rest of eternity? Fate will never allow us to sit in the sand and watch the sun fall behind an endless ocean. How many years have we tried and failed?" She softly chuckled; all manner of hesitation and tension fading. "The Victerr and Scorn Era has long since passed from Legend.." That was when the whole.. pink tutu and beach house dream truly began.. when they sat beside that house.. and thought what it would be like if they had their husbands' power.