Through Heaven's Eyes (Open)

Celosia's steps were silent, as she made her way through the temple. It was an exquisite piece of architecture, but that wasn't what drew her there at that moment. Even in Northwind, the gods had played a large part in her life, keeping her faith strong through the twists and turns of her life. Now, this was a really big twist. Her first thought was to make sure people were safe, but after that, she wanted to find somewhere quiet to keep her head. Somehow, she had drifted through the temple into what appeared to be a religious shrine.

The redhead looked around quietly. She moved forward, her hickory eyes soft as she took in everything there was to see. Cel removed her sword, placing it gently on the ground beside her. It was her father's sword, the only thing she still had of the man, so she kept it within reach, but a weapon had no business on her person in such a place.

The young woman crouched to her knees, her fingertips touching the ground, unable to truly interpret the physical sensations. It was confusing. She had been turned in Northaven, and before she was able to actually understand the full scope of her new life, she was suddenly here. Wherever here was...

"I call upon you," she whispered, her hands folded in her lap with her eyes searching the room. "Your foreign daughter... I pray you hear my words and help to guide me in an unknown world. Help me find the clarity to understand and the strength to help those who don't. Please."

Cel closed her eyes and kissed her clasped hands briefly. She didn't expect any kind of answer in reality. When she prayed in Northwind, there had been no answer. When she prayed in Northaven, there had been no answer. When she prayed...here, why would there be any difference? It was the act that was comforting and familiar.

She had always prayed to the gods of fire, worshipped the element as a deity in itself, but since she had changed, her magic was gone. Her control and bond with fire was no more, so she didn't feel connected to her flaming mother. The young woman felt unusually lost, and if she could feel any kind of connection with a deity from this world... That was probably pie in the sky hope, though.

Phoebe silently walked through the halls of the sanctuary, still trying to piece together exactly what it represented. Religion had never played a major role in her life. She knew some prayed to gods and goddesses, but never her. She had simply never seen a reason to. There had never been a sign of them in her life, everything she ever had had been gotten by honest hard work. To think that people actually spent the time and energy to build a place to worship invisible beings seemed the brink of insanity.

That said, when she turned a corner and happened upon a woman she didn’t recognize, she stopped, remaining silent. Her position was obvious enough to her and so Phoebe waited for the woman to conclude her prayer…or…summoning or…whatever one did to call upon a higher power. She even lowered her eyes in respect for whatever it was she was up to. She was not religious, but she very much respected the beliefs of those who were. It was well within their right.

When it seemed she had concluded, Phoebe looked back up at her. “If I may…what are you doing?” she asked her.

Celosia

"When you said adventure, I did not think this was what you meant." Came Remi's soft but musical voice from somewhere behind Cel. The alchemist hadn't meant to sneak up on her or interrupt a moment of worship, but after Elyna had reminded him of the dangers that potentially lurked, he couldn't help feeling worried about those he had arrived here with. Arrived? Was that even the right way to think about what had happened to them? It didn't feel that way. They'd been...pulled? Sucked? Plopped? No. They'd just appeared. Smiling broadly, the alchemist moved forward, his pale eyes gazing about. Though he hadn't heard the words Cel was speaking–merely the soft murmuring of her words–nevertheless they sounded weighty. Or important. Or some hard to specify mix of the two, perhaps. That was when he had noticed another young woman in the room as well. She wasn't anyone he recognized, which likely meant she was not a commoner (if such a term even applied here), but he offered her a warm smile just the same. "I have never been anywhere like this before.." He murmured honestly, his boyish openness writ large across his features as he looked about with wide-eyed wonder. "What is it for?" Remi asked curiously, not bothering at all to hide his ignorance, his question in a similar vein to Phoebe's. remi I'll whisper your name into the sky

OOC: Closed thread now!
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She turned her head at the sound of two voices. The blonde woman's question could easily be answered along with Remi's, so Cel decided to group them together. "Prayer," she said softly, her voice carrying in the space slightly more than it had in her whispered calling.

Still, her blade remained on the ground next to her. It may have been an unnecessary caution, but on the off chance there was some kind of higher power watching, she didn't want to do anything anger it.

"Phoebe, right?" Cel asked the blonde. "I'm Cel." She made it her business to know people in Northaven, and now that they were stranded somewhere new and dangerous, she was glad she had done so. Giving her a soft smile, she turned to Remi then, looking up at his wonder. "You've never seen a religious shrine before?" A chuckle escaped through her nose, as she quirked her brow at him. "I suppose a scientist doesn't have much room for religion, does he?"

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Well this was certainly an exciting development. For centuries this desolate landscape had been so totally boring and there’d been precious little entertainment in these parts (at least of the kind this particular deity was in favor of) that Frey was feeling a bit starved for attention. So, though this mortal was one of those Ascended who couldn’t even feel physical pleasure (pity, that), after a brief consideration, the being decided to materialize. It helped that the chick was hot, as were the other people in the room. Frey wasn’t all that picky as long as the petitioners were attractive, as this lot so clearly were. Besides, it had been such a long dry spell without anything of note happening that even this weak call was of interest. But just because Frey was showing up didn’t mean they would be answering a prayer. Frey appeared without a sound: the first thing Celosia would notice was a voice positively dripping with lasciviousness speaking up from a corner of the room, addressing the redhead primarily though they glanced at the other two mortals in the room. “Gotta say, you looked good down on your knees, hon. Though I suppose even standing around being boring you three make a pretty picture." Considering them for a moment, Frey pouted. "There are far too many clothes for my liking, though.” It smiled, then, delighted. “Wait, I can fix that!” With a wave of their hand, the deity removed every article of clothing from the three standing there, which then appeared scattered haphazardly in piles around the room. “There! That’s much better.” The two women and the man might disagree, but Frey was the god here, so too bad for the mortals. There was no disagreeing with a divine will. As far as this group was now concerned, the deity’s word was law. Mortals should know to be careful when they came knocking. If the three of them looked, they would see a figure of not just indescribable beauty, but also of passion and sensuality. The exact features would be hard to pin down later; indeed, even the gender and the appearance shifted wildly, but what Celosia, and to a lesser extent, the others, would feel was a nearly overwhelming attraction to the being in their midst. Indeed, they'd be rooted in place as waves of passion temporarily overcame them. The deity leaned devilishly against a nearby wall, smirking and smoldering in equal parts. The scent of pheromones filled the air: while it was normally impossible to consciously smell them, they were almost visible in a miasma around Frey. Winking at Celosia, Frey gestured at Phoebe and Remi and then the divine figure snapped their fingers. Phoebe and Remi would find themselves bound, gagged, and on their knees and Celosia would find a whip in her hands. “Well then, get on with it. Don't make me do all the work here, hon!” The redhead had called Frey here, but their attention was already waning. This party better get started soon.

If she had a heartbeat, it would’ve sped quickly enough to burst. Her eyes took on a crimson hue as her instincts told her to run. The voice wormed its way into her mind, and Celosia was sure she would remember it for the rest of her undead life.

She refused to take her gaze from the being in the corner of the room. While she was of course young, this couldn’t have been normal... Then again, it was a new world. There was likely almost nothing that would be easy to understand there. If she hadn’t been so shocked at the sudden appearance, her repulsion at their words might’ve been more evident.

Before Cel could wrap her head around the being now standing with them, she felt her clothing practically disappear at the simple wave of their hand. She didn’t move. Remi had seen her body before and she had seen his when they went swimming together. She wasn’t shy about her body in the least, and the last thing she wanted to do right then was show weakness. She didn’t even think about Phoebe at first, trying to figure out what the hells they were facing.

It was difficult to pin down the exact feeling she was experiencing. It was almost like looking at several people occupying the same space, but they were surreally beautiful and brought a strange feeling to the woman. She was drawn to them, yet sound herself unable to move, practically hypnotized simply by being in their presence.

They snapped their fingers, and Cel suddenly felt her fingers wrapped around leather. She tore her eyes from the being, looking down at the whip that had appeared in her hand.

A flicker of a smirk flashed over her lips, bringing the curious stare to them again. ”Who- what are you?” She asked cautiously. Her voice was steady, thanks to her blueblood life, but nothing could have prepared her for anything like this...

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Phoebe didn't really get a chance to reply or ask more questions. The sudden appearance of a very naked...well he was certainly male but calling him a man definitely wasn't accurate. She didn't know what he was but as her face turned bright red she decided right then and there that she did not like him. She moved to run. She wanted to run.

But she wasn't quick enough.

She shrieked in shock as her clothes were suddenly removed from her person and she was forced to her knees. Apart from her sisters and mother when she was much much younger, she had never been naked in front of anyone, let alone strangers. Men even! She lifted her hands to try and cover herself even as she was bound and gagged. Terror was the only word to describe what she felt as tears immediately began to stream down her face. Phoebe was innocent in practice but she was a midwife - she knew all about the birds and the bees and she could hazard a guess where this was headed.

No no no no no no... It was the only thing going through her mind as her shoulders shook and she trembled in fear. Cel's reaction made her a bit angry. Who was he?? That's it? Could she not tell how this was going to go down? How was she so calm? Phoebe was just a common girl, who strived to live a normal, good, common life and male divine who appeared out of thin air with the obvious intent to rape her or otherwise torture her was not part of that world view. Even if that hadn't been his intent she still would have been terrified. Phoebe couldn't speak, but with every fiber of her being she hoped, prayed even, to be released unharmed, untouched. She hadn't asked for this, and her curiousity of what religious act Cel had been performing had pulled her into the realm of actions that she had never wanted to be part of.

"A religious shrine?" Remi repeated, shaking his head slightly. He'd never even heard the concept before. Oh sure, Delphine had once told him a pretty tale of how she thought the universe had been created by the trees or some such nonsense, but religion was not a concept he was familiar with at all. And then they appeared. Clothing–or the lack thereof–was hardly Remi's concern. He had seen Celosia naked before as well as a myriad of other female bodies. Beautiful creatures though they were, their feminine shapes rarely held his attention for any longer than was strictly required. So despite the lack of clothes, the alchemist's attention was firmly drawn towards Frey; despite the being's shifting physical manifestation Remi found himself inexplicably drawn to them. His eyes wandered over the constantly evolving landscape of their body, noting just how strange it was to be so immediately enamoured by their flesh. As it was, it usually took more than just base physical attraction to arouse the alchemist, but clearly in this instance his body was not worried at all that he knew little of the being's mind. Indeed Remi's lips parted slightly as if imagining the constantly shifting parts against the folds of his lips and tongue, and without meaning to, a soft moan escaped him. Before he could break the bonds of this strange affliction and ask more probing questions, the man found himself on his knees, arms tied snugly behind his back with something in his mouth. Societally submissive though he might have been, physically so was another matter all together. Immediately Remi flexed his muscles against the bonds testing their limits, only to find that tension on one area of his constraints caused another to tighten uncomfortably. Immediately his muscles began to quake as his instincts told him to fight and thrash against the ties while his mind advised tact and patience. Fighting was not going to get him out of this, but that didn't mind his body wasn't crying out for the chance to try. The again, parts of it were clearly crying out for something else as well. Steeling himself, Remi focused on his shift and allowed his body to morph and shrink. Though magic was clearly at play here, hopefully by finding himself in a much smaller body he'd be able to evade the ties that had been formed to his human shape. If it indeed was the case that becoming a hawk had allowed him to escape the ties and the gag, he'd immediately shift back into his human form, a look of confusion bright in his gaze. "Are you religion?" The alchemist ventured, grasping at the concept Cel had spoken of only moments ago before the entire conversation was turned on its head. remi I'll whisper your name into the sky

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words POSSIBLE SENSITIVITY/TRIGGER WARNING Frey pouted again, the expression looking far prettier than it had any right to. Then again, Frey was beautiful in every form and to every beholder. Still, they were unamused at the moment. This group was sooooooo boring. Their first personal manifestation in only the other gods knew how long and it just hadddd to be this three. Didn't these fools know they were mere playthings in the hands of the gods? "So many questions, so little fun. Honestly, I don’t know why I even bothered showing up." In fact, Frey was just about to disappear without saying anything further or answering any of those silly questions about who Frey was or where these people were or what in the gods’ name was going on—really, these mortals should have known to come with a proper offering—when the deity’s nostrils flared, a delicious scent from Phoebe filling their nose. Maybe this wouldn’t such a waste after all. Turning to Celosia, Frey clapped their hands in delight. This day could still prove to be quite exciting and enjoyable to all involved. ”A virgin sacrifice? You shouldn’t have! Actually, wait, what am I talking about, I take it back, you absolutely should have. It’s been ages hon.” Then, of course, Remi shifted and escaped the bonds that Frey had placed on him and the god chuckled, the sound deep and laced with a wicked heat. ” Pretty bird is also a clever bird it seems. But I didn’t say you could move yet.” Winking at the attuned, a silvery chain would appear in Frey’s hands; the other end would be attached to a collar around Remi’s neck. This time, if the pretty bird tried to shift, the collar would shift with him. Fool Frey once, it wouldn’t happen again. Turning back to the redhead, Frey pushed themselves off from the wall they’d been lounging against and sashayed over to Celosia, throwing an arm across the woman’s bare shoulders. ”Take her, and I shall grant you a boon, hon.” The deity gestured at the still bound Phoebe to indicate exactly what they meant. Casting a languid look at Remi, the god smiled lazily and seductively at the chained man. ”You can help if you want, pretty bird. I know she’s not your type, since she doesn’t have a dick, which, really? Get over it, you're all just sacks of flesh when you get down to it, but anyway, I trust you’ll rise to the occasion.” Winking at the attuned, Remi would indeed find that to be literally and metaphorically the case. Looking back at the blonde woman, still on her knees, clearly terrified, Frey clicked their tongue, disapprovingly. It had been cute at first (although cute was putting it far too mildly) but it was starting to grate on their nerves. This was supposed to be fun and while fear could be nice, it didn't taste nearly as good in the end as passion. ”That’s enough of that, dear. It’ll hurt at first, but I promise you’ll like it. Seriously, you don’t know what you’re missing.” Untangling themselves from where they’d been wrapped up in Celosia (who should be tingling nicely from all that contact), Frey leaned forward and blew a kiss at Phoebe. A sparkling would appear to fly through the air and suffuse the blonde. Suddenly, Phoebe would find that all that terror would be replaced by a nearly slavish devotion to Frey. There was absolutely nothing the woman could do to prevent it, and indeed, she wouldn't even be able to try. The will of mere mortals, especially ones as puny as these three, was no match for a god. After even a short time in Frey's presence their composure would be crumbling and the urge to please Frey would be growing. Still, it remained to be seen whether the petitioner would do as Frey asked.

Cel nearly jumped at the sudden sound of clapping, her brow raising inquisitively at the deity’s sudden excitement. She tore her eyes away from them, glancing at Phoebe who was terrified. Virgin? Really? It wasn’t like the former duchess had really bothered to investigate the sexual affairs of those she knew in Northaven. Seemed like a waste of time, which she realized now was endless.

She watched the collar appear around Remi’s neck with a chain in the hands of the deity. Then, they pushed themselves off the wall and put their arm around her shoulders.

A wave crashed inside of her, and she swore the ability to breathe had been returned because Celosia suddenly lost all of her breath. With every moment of the direct contact from them, the newly ascended felt her normally strong self control bending, crumbling to them. Sensations she thought lost to her practically numbed her body, and she wasn’t sure if it was true or some kind of illusion. She didn’t care. Their voice was intoxicating, almost not allowing her to care what the words were truly saying.

Take her, and I shall grant you a boon, hon.’

The words rang in her mind, and her interest was thoroughly peaked. As they separated their contact, Cel almost felt dizzy. Her mind swam, but the urge to obey, to please the being remained strong and true.

The young woman looked at the whip that was still in her grasp, then looked at the deity with now blood red eyes, a hue she only discovered was possible when she had a strong bloodlust. This kind of lust felt strangely similar to the girl. She dropped the whip at their feet, flashing a playful grin their way and leaning up on her toes, her hands clasped behind her back. ”I prefer the hands on method,” she hummed.

Her hips had a natural sway when she walked, perhaps accentuated just slightly in this instance, as she approached the blonde girl. Her tongue traced her new fangs in a grin, carelessly revealing them to Remi in the hypnotic state when she looked back towards the deity, a look of awe and admiration in her burning eyes.

Cel would lean down slightly, dragging one fingernail from the middle of Phoebe’s back to her shoulder, then brushing the blonde hair over to one side. She crouched in front of the bound girl and gave a close-lipped smile, eyes searching her face. She was rather attractive, not necessarily Cel’s type, but certainly not someone she would kick out of bed. The redhead quirked her brow and tilted her head, trailing her finger along the girl’s face.

In her normal state of mind, such an act wouldn’t have even begun to cross her mind as plausible, but the touch of the deity and the sound of their voice coaxing an overwhelming desire to please them practically forced her hand, and for some bizarre reason that she couldn’t start to try to figure out, she was okay with her hand being forced. Still, she couldn’t figure out if that was some underlying desire or simply the effects of Frey being so near to her.

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Virgin sacrifice? Yeah that did nothing to soothe her. Tears continued to roll down her face. So she was to be sacrificed? Killed? For what? To please this divine being who sought them harm? Her teeth dug into the gag as she grimaced from the wracking pain in her chest as she struggled to subdue sobs of terror and mortification. She didn't want to be raped, but at least she would have been alive at the end. "Please no, please no no no no, I didn't ask for this, I didn't know, I didn't know!" the blonde midwife begged in her mind. How was it Cel could call this being with such ease, and yet her cries for mercy and safety went unanswered?

The god's power overcame her with ease and her head dropped forward, her thick blonde tresses hanging around her shoulders and face, almost like a curtain. Unlike perhaps the other two, her own sexual desires were not so simple, not bubbling under the surface waiting to be unlocked. These desires did not come easily to this girl, she had never actually felt those sorts of emotions before, and while obedience was easy to bring forth, desire would not be. Tears still fell down her cheeks, her subconcious still aware of the perceived danger, but Phoebe's concious mind had been fully suppressed. As Cel touched her she didn't not react, she did not look. Her gaze was almost vacant as Cel looked at her, deadened by the god's will for obedience, but not showing anything more.

Remi

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words POSSIBLE SENSITIVITY/TRIGGER WARNING Frey’s watched the scene unfolding with lidded eyes. Celosia actually went straight for it, which was what the god had asked, that much was true. But Frey hadn’t told the redhead how to do it, and there was indeed a proper way. Even under the influence of the god’s sexy aura, Celosia had the ability to fulfill the god’s wishes in her own way. Mortal free will was a powerful force in that way. Even deities acknowledged that. While the gods could and sometimes did subvert it, they rarely did it lightly. While a protest might not have been enough to stop Frey from doing as they personally wished (very little did with Frey or any other god, once they set their mind to something) that didn’t mean the mortals couldn’t interpret orders from on high in a manner that didn't compromise those silly laws, norms, and morals, pesky as Frey often found all those. And while Frey had ensnared Phoebe’s mind in their sensual charms, they hadn’t forced Phoebe to feel any particular way towards Celosia. That had been the redhead’s job, to make it good for the blonde. So while Celosia might've succeeded in fulfilling Frey's will, she'd failed in execution. The ends didn't always justify the means, even with gods. Besides, deities were often fickle beings and mortals tangled with them at their peril. ”Whoa whoa whoa, hold on, that’s enough. Aren’t you even going to ask Phoebe what she wants? Wow, you’re into some fucked up shit, hon. Suddenly appearing between the two women, Frey wagged a finger disapprovingly and playfully under Celosia’s nose, voice coming out sickly sweet. ”There’s a right way to do this, you know.” Love and passion freely given and taken was always sweeter than that taken by force. With that in mind, Frey waved their hand. Suddenly all the passion in the room was sucked up as if it had never been. The area around the shrine suddenly felt very, very different and there was a stillness in the air that would not be denied. It was time for Frey to grant the boon and for these mortals to get their first taste of divine judgment. The beauty of the being went from something pleasing to something terrifying to behold; Celosia would find herself on her knees, mute and motionless, before the deity, while Remi and Phoebe would be released from their bonds, clothed, and standing by the exit, but neither would be able to move or speak either. Striding forward, Frey would wind a strand of Phoebe’s hair around one finger, before turning back to the redhead, whose head would turn of its own volition to track Frey. ”Luckily for this cutie, I’m a firm believer that your first time should be something special, preferably with someone you love, but at the very least with someone who knows what they’re doing. I get the sense this isn’t how she imagined it.” Patting Phoebe’s shoulder, Frey gave the blonde a brilliant smile and a wink. ”You don’t have to answer, I know you agree with me!” Releasing her hair, the deity returned to their spot looking down at Celosia, one finger tapping their chin thoughtfully. It was time to decide what to give the redhead. For a long moment, Frey said nothing, simply considering the woman on her knees before them. As their first boon in a good long while, Frey wanted to make it memorable. Finally, they came up with something appropriate and their eyes danced gleefully. ”You did what I asked, or were going to at least, so I shall grant you three gifts. The being smiled, and it was wicked and terrible to see, no doubt searing itself into their memories for all eternity (which the ascended, at least, might be around for). A string of decently sized beads appeared in the god’s hands and they draped the toy around Celosia’s shoulders. ”The first gift are these beads. Stick them up your ass and you’ll be able to feel sexual pleasure. Unfortunately, they’re good for one night only once you put them up there, so better make it count.” That seemed more than fair to Frey, considering how sad an existence ascended must live not being able to have sex and all. The beads would disappear after use. Winking lazily, Frey continued. ”The second gift is that you can keep the whip.” Actually, that was more because Frey was far too lazy to dismiss it than anything else. It was a normal whip, anyway. Then they came to the best part of the present, in Frey’s mind at least. Their grin broadened. ”And, for your final gift, knowledge.” Frey leaned forward to whisper seductively in Celosia’s ear, but all three of them would hear it somehow, clear as day. ”The knowledge that you’re a bad, bad girl, and not in the fun kinky way.” Leaning back, Frey smirked, then gave the group a jaunty wave. ”Ta, loves. And remember, it’s always best to use protection when contacting gods.” With that, Frey would be gone, disappearing in a swirl of rose petals. And they took Celosia’s clothes with them. There was usually a cost involved in praying to the gods, and really, Frey hadn't gotten what they wanted out of this in the end, so they'd extracted at least one last pleasure from the encounter. The thought of Celosia having to parade naked in a walk of shame around this settlement until she reached the place she called home was delightful to Frey. If one of the other two tried to give the redhead an article of clothing, it too would disappear. This whole incident had been kinda fun, but not nearly enough for Frey's tastes, which were extensive. Fools these mortals might be (especially given how little they seemed to know of the gods and yet still felt free to contact them), but Frey hoped they’d come back with a better offer next time. If they did, maybe Frey would appear. Or maybe not. One never knew with gods.

Remi's success was short lived. As the collar appeared around his neck, his hands instinctively rose to his throat to try and feel around the band. It appeared seamless: no clasps at all at which he could try and pry. That was probably a given, but his mortal mind knew no other way to try and parse the situation. As Cel passed him offering a smile, his pale eyes noticed her fangs. Aroused and in a haze of sexual desire his mind still noticed this change. Given what she had said about her time with Archebold it was perhaps no great surprise, and yet he felt a small thrill of shock rifle through his system. She looked so...normal after all. Her hair was as it always had been, and her movements appeared the same. Though Remi's knowledge of bloodfiends was not admittedly that deep, he was at least sure of the change in hair colour. The scene which unfolded before the man was confusing to say the least. Cel had apparently done as the being had wished and yet their tone sounded...patronizing? Condescending? He wasn't sure. But then the copper-haired woman was awarded three gifts, none of which Remi had any inclination to value save for the knowledge that whatever this being was–or perhaps religion in general–was not to be trusted. Finally as the begin disappeared and the alchemist was able to speak, he looked questioningly from Phoebe to Celosia, unsure where his attention ought to be divided first. Breathless and rather uncomfortably aroused still, Remi swallowed and swiftly removed his shirt. Moving towards Cel he extended it towards her. She was smaller than he was such that his shirt would provide enough modesty to get them out of here if nothing else. "Religion." He murmured cautiously, wanting to break the tension but not diminish what had just happened. Turning towards Phoebe, the alchemist offered the woman a kind smile. She had clearly been the most upset by this experience and as such Remi was worried that his physical presence might only make things worse. "Are you alright? Hurt?" remi I'll whisper your name into the sky

A shudder surged through her body, as she was forced to her knees. Without any warning or prior indication, whatever haze Cel had been in completely vanished, but she was frozen in place and had no voice. The attraction and intense draw to the being completely vanished, replaced by terror that rooted deeply in her mind.

As the deity explained the boom they were rewarding her, Cel could’ve sworn she was about to throw up. That was it? For forcing the three of them under their spell, for waking a side of her that she didn’t know even existed... If she could have, she would’ve spat in their face.

With a teasing wave and condescending comment, the deity disappeared...with her clothing. Fucking wonderful. That was perhaps the farthest thing in her mind right then, though.

She found herself able to move and speak finally, and the young woman arched forward, running her fingers through her hair. As soon as she sat back up, Remi approached and removed his shirt, offering it to her. Cel gave him possibly the guiltiest smile she had ever shown and accepted it, but as soon as she put it around her body, the material disappeared. ”Fucking hells,” she muttered with a groan, turning to face him. ”That wasn’t what I knew of religion, Remi. That was... I have no idea.”

Her gaze found Phoebe with dripping sympathy and sorrow. ”I’m so sorry,” she whispered, suddenly losing her voice. That was never a side of her she wanted to learn about. That was never something she knew even existed inside of her, yet that deity, whoever they were, brought it out. Not only had she approached the girl with a kind of lust that even confused her, but she had revealed to Remi her fangs. She slowly shook her head to him, silently pleading with him to keep it a secret.

Cel needed to find somewhere to go, get some kind of covering which clearly these two couldn’t give her. Her clothing could be replaced, even her dignity could be rebuilt, but she thanked, well not the gods, that the deity had left her father’s sword. That was one thing that couldn’t be replaced.

She glanced at the beads she was given, and she didn’t want to look at them, didn’t want anything to do with them because of what had just happened. She carefully picked up her father’s sword, releasing her long hair to cover her bare chest. ”Please, forgive me,” she whispered to Phoebe. ”I have no idea what happened...” She hardly knew the girl, and after what had just happened, there was a good chance that was as far as their interactions would go. Looking at Remi once again, Cel’s eyes softened to their gentle hickory color. ”I have to find a roof and clothing. Make sure she’s okay, and we’ll tell Ronin to keep people as far away from here as possible.”