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Darkess and the Old Soul: The Battle Begins

paeratus what spoils bring you?

o shadow of the storm,
me thinks there be skulduggery afoot
adora's barge sets sail for orgius-
passionada's island

vaeleria, your face has a ghastly hue..

dark mistress, save me!
adora's fairy dust has poisoned my lungs
now it seeks to poison my mind!

quickly, stand in my shadow and be restored. paeratus and paenae I want adora's barge looted

it shall be done as you have commanded,
o keeper of the darkness
may it beautify you always

aelira, take this vial of dark and cast it upon the master,
I will conjure a femme fatale who shall extinguish adora's
sparkle for all time

..................................

I, of a sudden feel a premonition of doom,
darkess schemes against me
aerotika! the master must never take his eyes of the temptress

o my star twinkle, I shall ride a tingle to the
sovereign forthwith
I am the mistress of bliss, I must feed him the nectar
of pheremona

caressa, my sweet magical touch, what has you so teriffied?

paeratus sets a course straight for us,
o flutter of the master's heart
he aims to ram us!

load the fairy dust cannons, this day shall be won yet...
by the great vaneata! what was that?

we are lost! light of the sovereign's heart,
paenae's submarine just torpedoed us!

........................................

get ready me hearties, when we board 'er, adora shall be my loot!

o master pirate, may our mistress shower you with eternal dark

o looter of the domains of light, may the seas tremble at your might

o...


One might say that Darkess is my dark side. It is interesting that it had to be a female character, this I cannot as yet explain why. She is swathed in darkness, half of her face covered with tribal tattoos. The tattoos however do not diminish her devastating beauty.

She has the power to conjure and to create servants who will cater to her every whim. Every emotion, action and relationship is monitored by her. She takes action if the "Master's" well being is threatened.

Darkess views love as weakness, she lives for passion and eroticism. She pursues pleasure, which feeds her power. The Old Soul, the one who is the Master's sappy, emotional and softer side, has realized Darkess' weakness. He now wages war, with the aid of Adora, against Darkess and the prize is the Sovereign's heart.

And who is Vaneata? We shall find out soon...

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