☪The Dark Side of the Moon☪
☾A Role~Play Between Diamond Archemedes and Princess Cupcake☽

Have you ever looked up at the night skye? Everybody has, whether they are young, old, and in~between. With the canvas of the gods, everything seems possible. It holds magic, mystery, the lust and wonder of wanderers and lovers. It is the moon that wraps around us, and the stars that infiltrate our hair, like glittering specks of whispers.

But what about the dark of the lunar cycle. Unlike anything else, it holds are deepest secrets that we lock in the furthest parts of ourselves. The lies, the betrayal, the hatred. The Dark side brings it out for all to see, stitching shadows onto us that never go away.

What happens when the light and dark met under a blood red skye? Only a lifetime will tell.

★☆The End☆★

She was running... Amethyst Branwyn of the Shadow Lunar Clan was running for her life. Images of the forest rushed past as her bare feet tripped over nature's carpet. Roots and twigs were the ironic barricades that prevented her from reaching safety. The canvas of oaken branches let in the barest minimum of light, which was terrifying on this supposedly happy celebration of Beltane.

Clearly not old enough to be an adult, but none the less growing out of child-like qualities, the pagan princess had fair blonde hair that reached her waist, pieces carefully braided with coloured thread and flowers. She blinked with Peacock green eyes and smiled with her heart, not the pale pink lips on her face. Amethyst took a sharp turn off the path and deep into the trees, hoping to free herself of the pursuer chasing her.

You could hear the screams still from the clearing and courtyard, from the villages and the palace. The screams and crying where everywhere, though distant. The pungent scent of smoke and blood filled Amethyst's lungs as she tried to return her ragged breathing back to normal. She hid behind a tree, watching, waiting praying for this terrible, terrible nightmare to be over...

Branches whipped past his face, somehow not scratching his skin as he rushed past. The leaves and twigs on the ground, posed no threat to him. He was a hunter, trained to kill, and she was his prey.

He pushed through the trees, breaking the branches that tried to stand in his way. Of course, they would protect their princess. But nothing could stop him.

He was getting closer. He could smell her. Her scent was intoxicating. He paused, only for the briefest of moments, to breath in her scent. His eyes closed as she filled his lungs. He could see her, envisioning her on the inside of his eyelids. She was perfect... Her form, the way she moved, her eyes... Perfect.

His eyes opened, the purple pupils alive and wild. He began running, faster than before, whipping through the trees like the wind. Branches whipped past his face, breaking upon impact. Leaves came off the branches behind him, floating after him before softly landing on the ground.

He tore through the trees, until abruptly he stopped. He moved slowly now, his purple eyes fixed on her. He circled around her tree, staying out of sight. He creeped up behind her, watching her stare around the tree, waiting for him.

She gasped, the sudden feeling of his hand over her mouth startling her. She began to tremble, her eyes straining to see him standing behind her. "I've got you..." He whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. His free hand moved across her stomach, constantly in contact with her body.

He took a deep breath, her scent filling his lungs again. His eyes opened, filled with hidden lust. "You are so beautiful... It's such a shame..." The hand on her stomach moved up, pausing right below her breast line. He pressed himself against her back, his arm pulling her close.

For a moment, a split silent second, Amethyst felt a glimmer of hope. She believed she could maybe get away from her stalker alive. Maybe if she got to the watch tower by the sea, she would be safe. And perhaps, perhaps by chance, if dawn ever came, the princess would be able to go home, and her parents would be waiting for her; smiling, laughing. They wouldn't be...

She could bring herself to think the word, let alone to speak it. A jinx in itself. The King and Queen were fine, the healers would be able to get all the dark magic out of their veins, they could be saved. But deep in the cell of her heart, Amethyst knew it wasn't possible. Somehow, there was that voice that told her the rein of the King and Queen was done, and the princesses were orphans.

As she tried to take a breath of air, a hand clasped itself onto her mouth. Gasping for breath she struggled to see behind her, for the fear of not knowing who or what was behind the tree. But the hand seemed human, or at least mortal. 'Twas strong and firm, yet gentle and light. And three simple words blown onto her neck. "I've got you." How could so many elementary utterances make Amethyst feel so... helpless?

The wandering hand grazed her stomach ever so lightly, and the princess's ragged breathing hitched. It felt pleasant, making her feel warm and dizzy. Intoxicated like the little wine she would drink at the celebrations and festivals... If this was another time and place, Amethyst would long to stay, and feel the sweet sensations he made her feel. Never in her fourteen years had she ever known something as wonderful as what he made her feel right then.

A moment of bliss, her mind slowly falling away along with her struggling. He was telling her she was beautiful. Amethyst knew it was a 'he', intuition played a card in that. Beautiful... Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful. Was she really beautiful? Never had the princess thought of herself like that. Pretty, sometimes... cute... perhaps... Beautiful... maybe now.

A scream from far away brought Amethyst back to the world where dreams died. She wretched herself away from his grasp, turning to face him. "Who are you?" Was the hoarse whisper that came from her mouth. What else could she say, in the end?

He took another deep breath. He could smell her... Arousal. A smile, more of a smirk, truly, played upon his lips. He could easily continue, and he could, just as easily, kill her. But she had other plans.

Attempting to escape, she pulled away from his grasp. He let her, knowing it would be more fun this way. To have to experience the chase twice.

Purple eyes stared at her through deep purple hair. A black silk shirt hung of his torso, while black leather pants fit to him like a second skin. Black boots, perfect for running, were secured to his feet. The eyes looked vicious, yet pained, watching her every movement as if it was magical, yet seeming to predict where she would be next. The man, for it was a man, smiled at her, his lips curling up in a sweet and gentleman-like way. He bowed, those purple eyes never leaving hers.

"My name is Daniel." The man, Daniel, straightened himself once more. The smile never left is lips, and those purple eyes never left hers.

Amythest saw him, saw his features, their softness and gentleness. Completely harmless. However what she couldn't have noticed was how the eyes were slanted a little too far, making them stare at her cruelly. How His smile, though full of gentleness, has the slightest twitch of evil in it. Everything was off, deformed ever so slightly, making him seem... demonic.

But the princess saw none of it. She could not see through the mask he spoke through, hiding his true nature.

"And you are Amythest Branwyn of the Shadow Lunar Clan, Princess of the Witches. (Did I say that wrong?)" Daniel bowed again. "Truly a pleasure to meet such a beautiful and highly acclaimed witch."

The first time Amethyst got a good look at the man, she almost gasped, but the evident blush spread across her pale cheeks expeditiously, turning them a blossoming colour of pink. He was not what she expected, but the physique matched the mental image of what the velvet voice had provided.
He was truly different, but in an alluring and exquisite way.

And those eyes, those purpurescent eyes never left her. They were cat like in many ways, wide and ever present. It sent some chills up her spine as he watched, but really, who could blame him? All night long Amethyst had been getting stares, and it wasn't because she had food on her face.

The princess wore a chiffon blue dress as pale as a whisper embellished with a floral design and silvery chiffon front inset. The shirred bodice did nothing to hid her developing bosom and beaded hourglass waist. Silver and azure material sewn onto the lowest of the shoulder almost reached the earthen floor. The slit in the dress moved slightly so Daniel could see sterling cerulean waves of eternal flames and spiraling hearts that ringed around her ankles and up her legs.

Her finger and toenails were painted with the the lightest of blues, like min-morning summer skies, and her eyelids (and right below her eyes) were covered in glitter shadow, curling into her temples and hairlines. Hey eyes rolled into blue mascara, and crystals in her long blond hair; Amethyst looked (at least to herself) otherworldly, a mystical creature from lands beyond, with larger eyes and glowing skin (on from glitter body lotion). Her lashes longer and thicker, every part of her body felt sleek and faerie tale.

But it still bothered Amethyst that this man was staring at her. But bothered in an enchanting sort of way that made her toes tingle. She rather liked the attention, though she didn't understand the reason why. Was it because he looked at her like she was a woman instead of a girl? Perhaps that was it, perhaps that was it.

"Daniel," the blue blood said, letting the name roll off her tongue. There weren't names like Daniel in the land. So uncommon... Amethyst looked up at Daniel, surprised when he vocalized her full name. He was precise in all its aspects, even pronouncing her second name correctly. It was rather formal, and only used for occasions like the one tonight, but he couldn't have been there, could he? Wasn't likely, so she shook the thought off her head.

As the man began to complement her once more, the princess's blush deepened and she stuttered, tumbling and tripping over her words. "I well, not really, oh my, not really that beautiful- what an overstatement of the year-..." Amethyst looked at the ground, not used to the attention. It mostly went to her sister, the soon-to-be High Priestess.

Totally changing the subject as the question popped into her head, she asked; "Is the hair real?"

Daniel laughed openly, his eyes still never leaving her even as he flung his head back, purple hair falling away from his face. Recovering from this burst, he chuckled, straightening again. "Yes, my hair is real. And no, it is not an understatement." In a flash he was beside her, scooping her up into his arms. Her body pressed up against him, her flesh soft. "You are truly beautiful." His face was inches from ers, his lips barely brushing hers as he spoke, purple pupils gazing into her peacock-green eyes.

He held her barely inches from the ground, supporting her weight easily on one arm. Fingers brushed against her cheek, pulling hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. The purple orbs seemed to take on an almost dreamy look as he tilted his head just a tad to the side. Their lips, already brushing, seemed to get closer. "Truly beautiful..."

The hand that had occupied itself with her hair moved down to her neck, barely grasping it, gently guiding her face up, towards his. The arm holding her let her down just far enough that she could stand on her tiptoes without him. Their lips moved closer, closer, until finally...

They locked in a kiss. Daniel's lips moved with grace that only came with experience. Their faces turned, moving in unison. Every move she made was mirrored by one of his one, perfectly complimented in every way possible.

After only the briefest moment, though it had felt like forever, they separated. "I see you have no ring." He whispered, the hand on her neck moving down to guide her left hand up to eye-level. "Then, I am free to take you?" As Daniel spoke, their lips brushed together, feeling like another kiss, but a kiss in secret, that no one must know of.

Amethyst's eyes widen in wonder and awe as Daniel replied to her burning question, and confirmed her theory of his mystical hair colour. "Really? That is so cool!" She exclaimed, smiling widely and not catching the last part of his breath. Some things would still be fascinating until a certain age, so it seemed. Things, for example, purple hair.

So she never would have predicted the man's advances as he scooped her up into his arms (or rather, arm). -He's so strong-, the princess thought in admiration, realizing he was strong enough to be one of her father's soldiers. Truly beautiful... Something that Amethyst didn't think. She was always told she had to grow up and stop being a child, and children were not very pretty. Always the ugly duckling in the group, always Tamara's shadow. But in that moment, she felt like the swan that Daniel painted her to be.

His touch made her shiver yet long for more. More, more, more; was she spoiled to always get what she wanted? Her arms longed to go somewhere, they naturally snaked around his neck and into his hair. He led her softly and oh so deeply into the kiss- the first kiss that Amethyst had ever experienced with someone. The kiss melted her mind, disarming any resistance and enhancing all feeling. He made her feel.

Their lips were locked were only a few moments, but Amethyst felt as though she had known Daniel for a lifetime. It was wonderful and terrible and beautiful-she wanted more. His whisper made her spine freeze, the soft velvet of his song sensually caressing her mind. Not yet an adult but far from a child. Even if she'd had a ring, it would have been taken off earlier. But those of her age were not allowed to be taken, would be unethical and illegal. Did Amethyst think of as he asked her? Not in the slightest, for her mind was gone, if only for the moment.


"Promise you won't hurt me?" Only the right words would be the key at this point, and she would be his to take.

"Never." He whispered, sealing his promise. In his mind, Daniel smirked. Love was so incredibly easy to fake. Especially when they were so young...

Daniel kissed her again, lifting her with both arms and twirling her in a circle, kissing her the whole time. When he set her down, his lips reluctantly ("reluctantly") left hers. "Why hurt something so beautiful?" He asked, their faces only inches away from each other. His arm wrapped around her waist, the free hand holding hers in the air, as if they were a couple about to dance.

In his periphoral vision Daniel could see a young woman perched on a branch. Her feet, clad in black high-heeled boots, bent to support her weight as she sat in a crouch on the tree branch. Her lithe form was balanced perfectly, well-built muscles showed her strength, yet was not obvious. It couldn't be. Whoever looked at her would be too distracted by her mezmerizing beauty.

She looked like she just came from a club. The woman wore jeans that looked as if they had been torn up by branches as she had run through the trees, but Daniel knew they had started that way. Her shirt only stretched down to her waist, exposing her belly button. Purple-pink hair fell down past the branch beneath her, framing her perfectly proportionate face and eyes that matched her hair.

Hands grasped the branch before her, keeping her balanced. The branch moved slightly beneath her, as if she had just landed. Shifting all her weight to her feet and legs, she lifted her hands and began signing to Daniel, telling him to hurry up with his little love scene. The attack was almost over and they weren't about to leave without their prize. Her fingers flew, moving at a speed that only someone with inhuman senses could see, let alone follow. To anyone normal, it would look as if her fingers had suddenly dissapeared.

That is... IF they could find her in the first place.

Daniel blinked twice, showing he understood. The branch moved ever so slightly beneath her, and the next moment she was gone. The only evidence she had ever been there in the first place were the leaves falling to the ground, knocked from their home by the movement.

The woman gone, Daniel gripped Amy just a little tighter, resting his head gently on her shoulder and nuzzling his face into her neck.

Never... A promise that the princess believed with her entire heart and soul. Because what do you have to distrust from the one that had been watching you from afar and now caressed you and made you feel special, beautiful. What did you have to doubt or question? What did you have to fear?

She smiled as Daniel turned her around, kissing her all at the same time. The sleeve of her dress slipped out of place, showing more of her shoulder than normal. Amethyst's eyes were wide, (for her brain was high on the sweet nectar of the kiss) and her lips were slightly swollen for all the unusual abuse on her mouth. "I believe you won't hurt me Daniel, I know you won't." So naive, so young and impressionable, she'd never know what was coming.

Rustle rustle. What was that? Amethyst thought as she turned her head to locate the source of the noise. Not finding it, the young witch dismissed it, thinking it must have been a forest creature. She snuggled her head onto Daniel's chest, finding it warm, yet muscled like the the statues of the Greek Gods she sometimes heard about.

Amethyst wondered if she would regret it. It wasn't lasting, this moment of bliss that she was basking in. Sooner or later it would be over, and she would have to go back to where the screaming and crying were. And she truly felt a connection with Daniel. Even though she knew almost nothing about him, she could learn. But not right now. Right now it was time to try and fly.

"If it is your desire, I- I would not mind if you took me..." Amethyst blushed once more, the former coloured having disappeared. "If only it is your desire Daniel!" She insisted, afraid that he would see her as pushy. "I wouldn't want you to do something against your will. But if you desire I wouldn't mind. I desire you to be my first, I have not done this before..."

Daniel raised his head from her neck, looking at her seriously. His eyes looked slightly surprised, and he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers. His lips brushed against her cheek, bring his mouth to her ear. "From the first moment I saw you, I have wanted you. It was as if your beauty had cast a spell on me, and I could not turn away."

The hand on her waist moved up, coming to the front of her body. He paused, bare inches before cupping her breast. Daniel brought his purple orbs to hers again. "Are you sure you want this? I don't want to force you?" The question was only out of courtesy, to further convince her of his affections. He didn't actually care. Whether she said yes or no he would still take her.

Amethyst sighed, in total obviation to everything around her except for Daniel and his embrace. Her head titled and she smiled as her prince charming lightly kissed the tips of her fingers, a true action of admiration. It was plain to see that the princess was simply smitten with Daniel, even if she didn't see clearly through her drugged brain. As his lips traveled up her neck, she tilted her head back and sighed. All these emotions so new and powerful. Totally defenseless to his advances, his charm, his slow seduction over her mind, body and soul. "R-really?" It was so surprising, his tender prose.

Every sensation brought Amethyst closer to loosing her sanity, whatever of that she had left. She had never been touched like this before, and my goddess, it felt good. Why had she never experienced it before? It was a effort to try and speak without stuttering. "Yes beloved. I want this." There was a certainty in her eyes like none other. "I don't think I have ever wanted anything as I have wanted this. You don't need to force me to do anything." With that she kissed Daniel with her whole body. All my love I give to you...

Daniel returns the kiss with enthusiasm, the paused hand moving up once more. He entangled himself with her, and as their lips moved as one.

Some time later...

Daniel and Amethyst lay, side by side, in the center of the clearing. The witch was fast asleep, completely exhausted. The purple-eyed man lay beside her, watching her sleep, his eyes revealing him to be completely mesmerized by her. She should wake up soon. Then I will convince her to leave...

Amethyst's eyes begin to flutter open, adjusting to the dim light of the clearing once more. Her head swan with questions that she couldn't dare to answer aloud. How long have I been asleep? It only seemed like a few minutes, but she couldn't tell. And was it a dream? Was it all something her hormones had played inside her mental theater, making her want something that she couldn't have? The touching, the kissing, the confession of love- was it all real? She expressed her concerns to Daniel as she began to sit up.

"W-was that real? Am I dreaming?" It didn't seem like it, since she had a pounding migraine that made it hard to think, and a pleasant warmth all over the rest of her body that forbade the princess from resisting most of anything. "I feel so strange..." She mused quietly. The only sign that anything had gone one between the two was the light blush brushed on the wytch's cheeks, her mussed hair, and the smirk on Daniel's face.

Daniel leaned over and kissed her sweetly on the lips. "No, my love. It was not a dream." His hands glided over her clothed form, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. He kissed her again. "I don't want to leave you..." Purple eyes fill with sadness as his face twist in displeasure. Then a lightbulb appears over his head ((just kidding!!))

After only a second his eyes light up, then quickly return to their previous state. He takes both her hands in his, darkness clouding his vision. "Amethyst, are you happy?"

"It wasn't a dream!" The princess exclaimed happily, so grateful that her mind hadn't decided to make it all up. As his hands began to move, she sighed and leaned her head back in pleasure. The kiss was sweet, and Amethyst breathed in Daniel. His scent was like the forest, a mixture of wood and smoke that made the witch go crazy.

"I wish to never leave you either Daniel. I've never felt like this with anyone else." Her peacock green eyes grew sad with forbidden tears at the thought of leaving Daniel. She didn't want to go back to the world beyond the clearing. Here was just perfect.

As her prince took her delicate hands into his and asked his question, she cocked her head in a confused fashion. Most people didn't take the time to ask if she was happy, they always just assumed that the life of a princess was perfect and glamorous and luxurious, when in reality, it was a hard work. She always had too keep up her appearances and work harder and never let her true feelings show. Tonight was the first time she had been allowed to let her people see who she really was, with her leading the vocals in the gathering to worship.

So his question hit her hard. "I-I guess I'm happy. I'm not sure anymore..."

Daniel looked at her gravely. "Really? Doesn't it bother you that you're always following in your sister's footsteps, always concealed by her shadow?" Daniel kissed her again, hand leaving hers to wrap around her body. He snuggled up close, her scent washing over him. The smell of sex still lingered over her, and he mentally smirked. However his expression was serious as he spoke to her. "You know... You don't ever have to leave my side. We could be like this, forever..."

Daniel waited her, watching his words sink in, feeling victory close at hand. Soon, she would be his...

Amethyst looked to her lover with wide eyes. "How- how did you know?" She accepted this kiss with amazed relief. Finally, someone knew how she felt inside, all these years of keeping her true emotions locked inside her heart had come to an end. She did not have to hide it anymore.

As the two snuggled closer together (and the princess getting on Daniel's lap), she expressed all her worries and fears to him, tied together with no breathing. "But, you understand." She leaned her head on his shoulder, but picked it up as Daniel offered a suggestion. "You mean, we wouldn't have to be apart? But how? How can this be? Please tell me Daniel!"

He smiled to her. "It is quite simple really." He kissed her again. Then, their faces close together, their lips almost touching, he continued. "You can come with me. Then we can be together forever, and every day, every moment can be just like this." Don't resist... In the far distance, at the very stretches of his vision, he saw the purple-eyed demoness land among the branches of a tree, as silent as before, yell at him without noise about taking to long, and dissapear again. He forced himself not to sigh. Yes, this was taking too long, but he still managed to get some fun in in the meantime.

"You would never have to leave my side, and I would always take care of you." Freedom at last... Just within your grasp... He whispered to her, another voice, quiter than the first and barely noticeable, twisted her thoughts around, causing her to believe that all of this was her idea in the first place.

Daniel's smiled made her feel all gooey inside, and his kiss only intensified the feeling. When she looked into his violet eyes, Amethyst knew she wanted to go with her lover. She couldn't resist her feelings, and she didn't want to. She wanted every waking moment to be spent with Daniel, to be this close, to feel this loved. She wouldn't have to share his time and attention with a perfect sister or bland advisers.

Amethyst closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to say yes. She wouldn't feel so alone all the time, and she would be taken care of. What freedom it would be, to have a weight of a kingdom lifted off her shoulders, and to live in simplicity with Daniel. She loved him, it would be so easy to leave. Amethyst couldn't resist, she wasn't strong like that.

"Take me with you Daniel, please, I want to be with you forever."

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She was running... Tamara Cerdwin of the Shadow Lunar Clan was running through the Wood at an uncanny speed. She had to find her little sister, Amethyst Branwyn, but the attempt had been unsuccessful so far. The young woman wondered when she had lost sight of the princess...

Everything had been going so well that night, with food, fireworks, and Amethyst's voice of sirens and angels. Then all of a sudden, the screams started, and an army of demons attacked. They struck the King and Queen at the same time, and Tamara rushed to try and heal them. Had her sister run off to the forest for Sanctuary then?

It didn't matter now. The soon to be High Priestess needed to find her little sister. Amethyst was in severe danger, Tamara could feel it, but would she be able to get her in time.

She could soon hear voices, one was unfamiliar, but the other... Tamara sprinted into the clearing, and was shocked at what she found.

Her baby sister was sitting in the lap of a demon, and not just any demon at that! It had to be the Daniel, King of the Demons. The purple eyes and hair stood out right away. But what wasn't so apparent was the smell in the air, which Tamara quickly picked up on... It was much more apparent in the woods after the morning of the Beltane, after the a-maying. But it couldn't be... could it?

As quickly as you could snap your fingers, Tamara's wand was out and pointed at Daniel. "You Bastard!" She yelled, bringing attention to herself.

"TAMARA!?! What are you doing here?" Amethyst's cocoon of dreams, the one she had wrapped around Daniel and herself quickly shattered in the presence of her older sister. She scooted off Daniel's lap, wanting to face her sister. What in the realms was going on?

The purple-eyed demon sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "So I've been found out..." He whispered, slowly standing once Amethyst was off his lap. "It is truly a pleasure, Tamara. It's been... too long, since we last met." A strange look meandered into Daniel's eyes, and he began to look at Tamara as if she were prey. "But it is too late." Fingers stroked Amethyst's spine, sending shivers of pleasure and arousment throughout her body. "She is already mine." A smug smirk spread across the demon king's lips.

A soft thud resonates through the clearing, and another figure, a woman, wearing worn-out jeans and a shirt that showed off her midriff, was standing in the center of a cloud of disturbed leaves. She turned her gaze to Daniel, fixing him with a glare. "You're taking too long. Come on. You can play with the whore later." The she-demon's tone was harsh, her words cutting into Amethyst as if she had drawn a knife and stabbed her. The woman smirked. "Ooooooo... Anotyher whore." In an instant she was beside Tamara, her fingers gliding across the witch's chin. "Can I have this one? I want to play too." A childish frown appeared on her lips, and she wrapped her arms around Tamara's neck. "I get jealous when you get all the fun."

The older witch's eyes narrowed to slits at the sight of the Demon King. He was just as she remembered him from fourteen years ago. Aristocratic and romantic, yet unpredictable in his seduction, but perfectly God-like with his beauty and charm. And Tamara knew if she didn't keep it together she would start crying and fall under his enchantment once more. She did not reply to his comment on time gone passed, for her throat had gone as dry as sand.

"Let Amethyst go Daniel, this has nothing to do with her." Tamara looked to Amethyst, sweet, innocent, naive Amethyst. She hadn't known anything of love, and got caught up in a night of sweet nothings and shallow promises. Tamara remembered exactly how Daniel had played her along for those three months, wooing her with flowers and gentle caresses. She was only eight.

Amethyst tried to get the fog out of her mind, to save herself, to do something... But she became immobile as Daniel stroked her spine, leaving her a jumble of molten joy and pleasure. A small moan involuntarily slid out of her into the air, just defining how lost in that moment she was. But it was only a moment...

The girl couldn't have been much older than Amethyst, but she said that vulgar word that made her want to cry. Was she really a whore? It hurt, like a knife stabbing her heart. The princess weakly got onto her feet, having to use the willow tree for support.

The older witch wanted to pull this she-devil's arms off her neck, but it took a moment. You see, Tamara was somewhat of a Sapphist, but she also liked guys, it always confused her. But this girl was beautiful, so it was rather hard to resist.

Danielle sensed Tamara's resistance and kissed her on the cheek, lacing the touch with tremors of pleasure, making every contact between her lips and the witch's flesh send ripples of pleasure through her body. Her lips spread into a smirk, although her expression was not visible to the witch in her arms.

Daniel smiled to Tammara. "Oh, but it does..." And he trailed his fingers across Amethysts spine again, sending another wave of shivers through her. As Amethyst stood, Daniel supported her with his arm, leaning in close and whispering in her ear, "You are not, and will never be, a whore." Then the demon king kissed her cheek, as if to confirm this fact. He sent a glare to Danielle, who in return smirked that much more.

The demoness brought her lips to the elder witch's ear, warm breath playing against her skin. "For another time, gorgeous." Making a show of her reluctance, Danielle lifted one hand from Tamara's skin and pointed at Amethyst. "Now say goodbye to your sister."

And with that, a shot of color burst from her fingertips and streaked toward Amethyst. Daniel stood beside her calmly, knowing exactly what this streak of color would do.

Tamara's eyes clenched shut, and she bit her lip. It was the only defense she had over this type of magic, for no teacher could even give Tamara the power to stop the seduction of another. "Please stop... I don't want this... I'm not that kind of girl..." She pleaded, begging for the torment to cease. Almost a women, yet still a child... Not ready to face her desires, even if her heart wanted too.

Amethyst sighed as Daniel caressed her back once more, making her legs turn into water. She clung onto the King for support, smiling as he reassured her of the truth. "I didn't think I was anyways." LIAR. She didn't catch Daniel's and Danielle's glances though.

Tamara's eyes shot open as the she-Devil said the words that shouldn't have been spoken. "Now say goodbye to your sister." "Not if I can help it!" A flash of light sprouted from Tamara's wand and raced past Danielle's colorful one, but only to arrive at the same time. Now these two equally powerful spells hit Amethyst at the same time, and her body, not knowing back to do, let go of Daniel, and collapsed to the forest floor.

That was the end.

(OOC: You get to do the Time Scroll :P)

((DISCLAIMER!!! It is not certain that this school truly exists, or that it resides in Chicago.))

At the School of Performing Arts in Chicago, only the best and most talented actors and actresses could attend. Students traveled from all over the country to audition here, at this school, hoping against hope that they are accepted, and taught. It is here, in this school, that our story begins.
Or rather... Continues...


It was a typical day for Jeremy. He had been accepted into the School of Performing Arts for three years now, and this one would be his last. Yes, this year he would graduate. He had been fortunate enough to excell in all his classes, thus not needing to worry about dropping out. This was the first semester of his senior year, and to start it off, there were auditions.

For the winter play, of course. Which, this year, was going to be Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. A true classic. Jeremy stood before the audition sheet, looking at the list of names.

Most actors and actresses always wished to play the lead, but Jeremy knew better. He did not want to be Oberon, king of the Faeries. Rather, he would prefer playing Nick Bottom. After all, he gets to sleep with the Faerie Queen. And that, was truly an honor.

Besides. Sex scenes on stage were always fun.
Not that he was in it for the sex. Quite the opposite. Indeed, Jeremy only wished for a normal relationship, with someone that he loved and could love him, without the constant pressures for sex. It was unusual, for an actor to wish for such a thing, but it was indeed the one thing he wished for most in the world.

Well, other than his acting career...

Standing in front of the Audition sheet, he lifted the pen and signed his name right underneath Zachary Smith's. In another column on the right, the sheet required you place the position you would like to act. He smiled. Nick Bottom

Fate, Destiny, the predetermined course of events. The way we live our life, the path we choose. Sometimes, the right things happen at the right time, and this was one of those moments. As Jeremy le'Chevalier signed his name onto the Audition sheet, the level of gossip arose in the hallways. It wasn't because of him, oh no, people were always joining auditions and performing, that was ordinary.

People were starting to whisper about the extraordinary. And that was the triple threat dangerous duo of Amy Darkmoon and Christopher Cromwell. In a school of singing, acting, and dance, these two were inseparable legends; if you talked about one of them, the other's name would pop up in the conversation. Amy and Chris always got the main parts in whatever they auditioned for, and so they were popular. Amy and Chris were a source of inspiration and focus (and you could just focus on them during rehearsal, but get in trouble), but most either loved them or hated them. Majority of votes were for love.

On this first day of Senior year, they walked down the middle of the hallway, linked arm in arm. Most just got out of their ways as the two made their way to the direction of the Winter Play Audition Sign-Up Sheet.

Amy wore a pastel mint-colored two-toned frock above a heather grey top. It worked as a cute dress with grey knee highs and a pair of stone lo-top All Star's. Her hair was short from over the summer, and curled so it bounced every-time she walked, or rather, moved her head. The only make-up evident on her face was the milk chocolate lip smackers gloss she had applied onto her lips earlier (it only tasted chocolate, it looked pink).

Chris on the other hand was dressed in a indigo pair of skinny jeans with a loose blue and white striped shirt and a azure open cardigan. He wore a pair of Navy cerulean Chuck Taylor All Star High Tops.

As the two strutted down the hallway linked arm in arm, everyone was whispering about them. Amy looked to Chris, tilting her head to the side in a silent question. Chris only smiled and winked, making the female grin and lift her big pink sunglasses onto her curly blond head.

Chris and Amy separated as they got to the sign up sheet, Amy pulling a pen out of her purse as Chris began to chat with some girls who lingered around. It was obvious from the way Chris talked and acted that he was homoerotic, but the ladies loved him anyways. Finally finding a pastel pink gel pen, Amy leaned over to the sheet and signed her name in a flourished design, and with a smile she wrote 'Titania' next to it.