M for all sorts of adult like buffoonery including but not limited to: grim deceptions of death, sensual encounters of the fourth kind, escapism through moralistic means and exploration of a broken heart.
Universe I: A Marriage Best Left Undone I & II
Once upon a time you were born for greatness. There was destiny, a greater plot and a role that you fulfilled. The weavers of fate spun you in their webs and gave you hope. But then…there was pause. And it lingered, and all time stilled…the quest ended so quickly…so…incorrectly…so…incomplete.
Eventually, your vision turned white, it burned, you screamed into the dying universe but you were forgotten. Somehow, in some cruel fashion, you were liberated from your webs. Left adrift in the sea of nothingness, its waves going to and fro with the corpses of multiverses unsung and undone.
And the light, all four saw the light singularly. They moved through this journey, their minds able wander when their bodies couldn't. Was this god? Had they died? Put perhaps the most frightening question was: would this ever end? Its length of time was tangible, floating in whiteness that had spanned infinitely but gloriously, it felt like a miracle. But even as pleasant as this stasis was, it began to change.
Slowly, just noticeably in the edges of their vision, did all begin to fade. Dimmer and dimmer became what they had learned to accept in that long but undefined time, their internal sense of passing uncertain. Dimmer and dimmer…shapes were starting to come, walls and figures, though just vague.
But in a sudden burst of reality, the light vanished, leaving them dazed and blinded. For Georgina and Vahşi, a letter had appeared in their hands and there was a compulsion to read it. For Baka and Calamity, their bodies felt the sensation of being on their hands and knees, looking down at letters that appeared on the ground below, they too were forced to heed its call.
Ignoring all around them, and even each other, the words came from paper and into their minds. Before they even begin to ask themselves what its vagueness meant or reread it, the letters faded and left them. A new surrounding now pulled to them.
All four were in the same room, a large foyer made of pure white marble. The entrance spanned two hallways long, joined in the center in the square room they were standing in. The marble floors were decorated with sprinkles of black spots, shining off the light of each chandelier that came one after another down both halls. Between the doors were statues of gold taking the shape of naked fit men or women in display poses, end tables with exotic vases and blooming flowers.
The square room itself vaulted up five stories, the stairs that began near the thick decorative marble archway and double doors. Following the stairs, railed with swirling black gothic designs, it made a zig zag pattern from floor to floor. To look straight up at the crossing stairs, they could see that standing in the right spot formed a sigil of two gold dragons, standing with their backs touching and breathing fire out. Moving slightly, they could see the sigil sparkle, and at the feet of the dragons was a banner with the word ‘Nikas’ on it, the letters elegant cursive that flowed perfectly from each set of stairs it spanned.
Along the northern most wall was another large set of marble doors, two men standing strong in firm, guarding it.
Baka and Calamity, in their submissive pose of hands and knees, were wearing similar cloth garments that could only be described as humbling. Calamity was adorned in a white dress that tied together at her shoulders and held at her waist with a thick yarn, yellow belt with tassels. The purple eyed woman wore simple brown sandals with strings wrapping at her ankles, and her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail.
Baka, wore what appeared to be a giant piece of cloth with a hole in it and short sleeves for his arms. It was tied to his waist by waist by an identical belt, his feet covered by identical footwear. The garment ended two to three inches above his knees, giving him quite a draft as he was positioned. Within their hands was a large sponge, dripping with water and soap from having just been squeezed. There was gray bucket filled with soapy water between the two of them and lined with dry white cloths lying around its edge.
Georgina however was dressed head to toe in money. Her body was accentuated with a skin tight red dress that that came with built in cups attached to a string tied up behind her neck, pushing up her breasts tremendously. The way of her hair was styled, wavy and vivacious, kept the wound at the side of her neck hidden, through the straps of her dress were pressing into it. Dressed on her wrists were bands of diamonds and a bangle of gold and the black heels with a zipper down the front with straps she could have easily guessed were of some high fashion line. On her shoulder was large black purse she was defiantly sure was expensive. She found herself standing proudly, near the double doors that had the two men standing. The clothing of the two men consisted of very loose robes that folded over on itself stylishly across their chests, white with gold edging. On their hips were holsters with pistols and their faces were stern, perfectly straight at the other set of marble doors.
By those doors was Vahşi, adorned in a robe that did not cover his chest but instead had a bunched tail of red silk flowing down his left shoulder to his hips, more red material tied, holding the robes up right below his pectorals. The rest of the robe was white silk, with well cushioned strappy sandals.
As confused and baffled as the four were, the two guards remained stiff, not even looking at them. Between them all was a strange connection; each could feel the relativity of direction and closeness of the other and with all of them having the front of their right forearms exposed could see what appeared to be a small tattoo of the infinity symbol near their wrists.
There was a click of heels coming from the left hall, and a pouting huff of a higher pitched voice. As the being walked in, the two guards nodded their heads.
"Prigkipissa" The regarded her with great respect.
She was simply stunning. This woman had soft and supple pale skin, lightly blushing cheeks, a soft, small nose and well traced lips, her jaw was soft with a squaring of her chin. The most striking things about here were the crystalline aquatic blue eyes with bold lashes and she had and wispy straight hair that was actually some strangely beautiful fusion of silver with the lightest lavender tint.
The heels clicked louder and Baka saw that they were white with anklet straps, her feet small and toes painted red. He also noticed that she almost stepped on his foot, not even acknowledging his existence. This silver-lavender haired woman was approaching Georgina in a short white night gown embroidered with black lace, the chest was a bit flat, but her figure was short and petite anyways. There was a pain in her gorgeous jewel eyes and she appeared to be on the verge of tears.
“We need to talk about your older brother” She looked over her shoulder at Vahşi before returning her gaze back to Georgina “away from him”.