Part 1: Rebel's Submission
Nether-spirits gathered around the dark citadel. There were
only a few humans in the Dynasty Realm, most were either Warlords of Master
Talpa's Dynasty, or young men hopeful for high ranking positions. These
humans that had been captured were rebels against Talpa's rule. Foolish
upstarts who were as good as dead.
One of the whips lashed
out and struck one of the rebels on her back. She flinched, but didn't
cry out. Tears welled up in her golden eyes refusing to fall. She couldn't
cry. She couldn't let all of those who looked up to her down. She was their
leader. One of them at least.
She felt another crack,
followed by the slow ooze of a warm liquid. Again, she made no sound.
"That's enough," a harsh
voice called to the solider. The Dark Warlord of Venom sat high on his
horse. This small band of twenty had been given to him as a present from
Talpa. Sekhmet had all ready decided to make the six women slaves. The
fourteen men would all have to die. His eyes turned to her. She looked
back at him with defiant eyes. "Which one is she?"
"She is the daughter of
the rebel leader," the solider answered. "We have been having some trouble
getting her to move along with the others."
Sekhmet looked at her again.
She wore a head full of amber colored hair. Some of which fell into her
eyes. "Have her bound to a wall in my chamber."
"Hai Lord Sekhmet." The
solider pushed its way through the crowd over to her.
Her eyes narrowed as she
was pulled away from the others. Her friends. Her comrades in arms. She
had the sinking feeling she was never going to see them again. Her eyes
locked with Sekhmet's. "I will never yield to Talpa, or any part of his
Dynasty," she spat as she was being dragged off.
A cruel smile spread across
Sekhmet's face. "On second thought, have her prepared for me. I shall return
Her eyes widened as she
read his look. "No, anything but that," her mind screamed. She took a deep
breath as she was pulled into the citadel of the Dark Warlord of Venom.
"What do you wish of me,
Sekhmet?" Talpa asked.
Sekhmet knelt respectfully
as he made his request. "The rebel leader's daughter. I wish for her to
be mine, but she will be hard to break. May I use the Nether-Spirits to
aid the process?"
Talpa's eyes glowed in thought.
"I have seen her in battle. She may be harder to control than you realize.
Let her die along with her father and brothers."
"Do you dare to defy me?"
"No Master, never. But keeping
the leader's family alive, and punishing them until they submit will serve
you better, than by killing them instantly," Sekhmet said quickly.
"Yes, perhaps. You will
have your aid. Now go until I need you again," the demon emperor said before
She was brought into his
chamber. Her hands were held firmly behind her back, but she still struggled.
She saw Sekhmet standing in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as they locked
with his. "You'll have to kill me before I kneel to you," she spat. The
solider holding her, kicked the back of her knee caps, making her fall
to her knees.
Sekhmet folded his arms.
"Leave," he told the guard. Once the solider left, Sekhmet looked at the
young woman. "What's your name Rebel?"
"It's too good to be spoken
by you and your type," she snapped. When the Dark Warlord's eyes narrowed,
His eyes narrowed even more
as he figured out her plan. "Very well." Sekhmet walked to the door and
opened it. "Bring me one of the males," he shouted. After giving his orders,
Sekhmet turned to her. "Your plan won't work, I won't kill you, but you
They sat in silence for
a short while, when a guard brought in a medium sized man with long matted
black hair. Sekhmet took the man away from the guard and forced him to
kneel, facing the female upstart. "I will say this only once more. Tell
me your name," he ordered putting a knife to the young man's throat.
Her eyes widened as the
knife slowly started to draw blood. She knew the young man across from
her. He had just turned sixteen. He looked like a man, but was still just
a child. His fear showed in his dark eyes. Another trail of blood started
down his neck as the knife slowly started to move. "Yuriko. Ogawa Yuriko,"
she said quickly.
Sekhmet smiled evilly and
quickly slit the boy's throat. He heard Yuriko's gasp as blood fell on
her face and pale green kimono. "Yuriko. That's a lovely name for an annoying
little witch like you." He let the boy fall dead and smiled at her fear
and horror. Sekhmet grabbed her by her shoulders and picked her up. "And
an intriguing witch you are," he said kissing her hard.
Yuriko tried to push him
away, but failed. As his tongue entered her mouth, she bit down on it drawing
Sekhmet broke the kiss and
punched her. Before she could fall to the floor, he tossed her onto the
soft bed. The more she tried to fight him, the more she failed. "No, I
won't let you," she grunted. She kneed him in his groin. She pushed him
off of her and dove for the knife still by her fallen friend. As soon as
her fingers gripped the knife, she felt Sekhmet pull her hair. She stood
straight glaring into his eyes. "I won't let you touch me," she said driving
the knife toward his stomach.
He grabbed her wrist and
forced it behind her back. With a grunt placed Yuriko over his shoulder.
He carried her small fighting frame out of the room and sighed. He'd forgotten.
His citadel didn't have a cavern to house Nether-Spirits.
Sekhmet teleported to a
cavern just East of his citadel. He looked at the spirits there and nodded.
"Do what you like with her. Just don't kill her." With that, Sekhmet chained
her to a wall and walked away.
By the time he walked to
the mouth of the cavern, Sekhmet heard something that made him smile. Yuriko
"Just kill me. Please. No!"
her voice echoed.
A century passed before
Sekhmet returned to the cavern. He found Yuriko still hanging where he
left her. Her hair had been chopped off at her neck. Her clothes were in
shreds and almost cover in blood. He looked at her carefully and lifted
Her golden eyes slowly opened
as she felt a human touch on her cheek. She looked at Sekhmet pitifully.
By the look in her eyes, he saw something that pleased him. She was completely
broken. Sekhmet leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. His eyes
widened when she eagerly returned his kiss. He pulled away from her and
forced himself to frown. "You will stay here another year," he said coldly.
She sobbed softly,
not making any effort to protest his wish. Her eyes shut
slowly as she lowered her head, accepting her punishment. Yuriko felt Sekhmet
move away from her. After a while, she assumed he had left. She tried to
take a deep breath, and flinched. She had been hanging there for a hundred
years. Yuriko even doubted that her arms and legs still worked.
Sekhmet watched her from
the shadows. She couldn't move much. Her shivers were the only indication
that she was still alive. His eyes narrowed as four Nether-spirits entered
Yuriko tried to scream.
Her true voice left her forty years ago. Only a jagged whisper came from
her throat. Two other spirits started using telepathy to pelt rocks at
"So that's how they cut
her," Sekhmet thought. He saw Yuriko crying freely and realized what was
happening to her. They were raping her spirit. "This has gone on every
night for an entire century," he told himself looking at the once willful
upstart. "She will learn in time But not here. The Nether-Spirits will
kill her before she is of any use to the Dynasty, or me."
For Yuriko, the pain stopped.
She couldn't see what was going on. One of the rocks cut her just above
her left eye, causing blood to flow freely from it. Her right eye was already
swollen shut. One of the first rocks thrown had struck her directly in
She felt as if she were
dreaming. First, she was falling. The sensation then changed. She was being
pressed against metal. In the distance she heard a man's voice mumbling
something. She tried to move closer to the warm metal and mumbled one word.
Yuriko slowly woke in a
dark room. She barely remembered hanging in the cavern as the Nether-Spirits
tried to kill her. Her left eye stung, making her close it quickly.
"The healing ointment is
what's stinging your eyes," Sekhmet said hearing her gasp. He turned and
saw her trying to move into a kneeling position. "Lay down. And stay that
way until I tell you," he commanded. He picked her up and laid her gently
on the soft bed roll. "Do you remember your name?"
She shook her head, fearing
to use her voice.
"No Master," she said hoarsely.
He smiled as he looked down
at her. She was learning very well. He decided to let her have her first
name. "You were called Yuriko."
"Yuriko, I remember that...
Sekhmet sat next to her
and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Don't force your memories. They will
come back to you." He leaned forward and kissed her. He was pleased when
she slowly returned his kiss. He pulled away from her and looked her over.
All of her cuts were healing slowly. Soon it would be as if they were never
there. "I have to leave for a while. Master Talpa wishes for me to go on
a mission. The other slaves will tend to you and teach you how to serve.
I will expect you to be as servile then as you are now. Otherwise you will
spend the rest of your life in the cavern with the Nether-Spirits." He
saw her right eye widen with terror. "As long as you know your place, you
will stay here."
It was another hundred years
before Sekhmet returned. Yuriko smiled as she heard his voice in a near
corridor. She knew she had been a rebel. Her complete memory had returned
to her over the time that had passed. She also knew she was thought of
as a traitor, but she didn't care. Lord Sekhmet was saving her from the
deaths her father and brothers shared.
Sekhmet walked into his
chamber and saw Yuriko kneeling. He had almost forgotten what she looked
like. Almost. He walked past her to his private bathing chambers and was
slightly surprised. "How did you know to do this?" he asked.
"There was word of your return,"
she said. Her voice had returned, only to be soft and weak. "One of the
others said that when you return from your missions, you always want a
hot bath ready for you."
Sekhmet smiled to himself.
"She has learned well." He shed his sub-armor and stood in the door way
between the two chambers nude. He looked at Yuriko and saw her blushing
with her eyes locked on the floor. "Haven't you ever seen a man before?"
he asked in a voice that was just shy of cruel.
"O... only my brothers...
w... when we were small, Milord." Yuriko blushed even more than before
when she saw Sekhmet standing over her.
"So you have never been
taken?" he asked picking up Yuriko by her shoulders.
Yuriko looked at the floor,
and focused on it. She could feel his gaze on her face, but wouldn't look
at him. "No Milord," she whispered. She felt him turn her face and soon
found herself gazing into his eyes. "What would you wish of me?" she asked
Sekhmet leaned forward and
kissed her. He moved his hands to the side of her face, just before he
bit down on her tongue. He pulled away from her as she covered her mouth.
"That was for the first time I kissed you," he said lowly. Sekhmet turned
and walked into the bathing chambers.
She stood in shock for a
few moments. She then carefully looked into the bathing chamber. She frowned
when she saw a number of sores and welts across his back. Yuriko lowered
her head and went to retrieve the healing ointment.
Sekhmet heard Yuriko moving
around in the bed chamber. He turned his head and saw her pulling out a
small jar of healing ointment. He closed his eyes and saw how different
she was from when she first arrived at his citadel. She wasn't rebellious,
but she was taking liberties. He sighed as he leaned back against the tub.
She was only taking liberties because she was trying to please him. "And
she was still beautiful," he thought randomly.
"Yuriko," he called. "Come
here and wash my back."
She quickly walked into
the chamber and climbed to the edge of the tub. "Do you wish me to enter
the bath, or do you wish me to do it from here?" she asked shyly.
He looked at her. Her hair
fell around her shoulders, her hands sat in her lap. The pale green kimono
she wore seemed to bring out her beauty. Suddenly, Sekhmet's back was the
last thing on his mind. He stood and looked into her eyes. He grabbed the
back of her neck and kissed her passionately.
Yuriko sat up slowly as
she woke up. She never would have thought that it would happen to her.
After a hundred years of being Sekhmet's lover, she was with child. "He'll
never let me keep it," she thought as tears started to sting her eyes.
"If he does let me give birth, Emperor Talpa would take it from me."
Sekhmet walked into the
bed chamber and looked at her. She had been acting differently the past
few days. He sat next to her and kissed her shoulder. "I have to go on
a mission for Master Talpa," he said softly.
She looked at him. He had
changed over the last few years. He was still her master, but there were
times, like now, when he truely seemed to care about her. "When will you
He shook his head. "I don't
know. When I get back, I want you to be ready to serve the other Warlords."
"Yes Milord," she whispered.
She kissed him gently and watched as he disappeared. Yuriko sighed. This
was her chance. When he was gone, he wouldn't return for years. Yuriko
quickly dressed and teleported.
She stood in a large cave
and looked around. "Makoto," she said lowly. Yuriko started to walk further
into the cave when she felt a large hand wrap around her throat and pin
her to the wall. Yuriko looked into a pair of bitter red eyes.
"You were supposed to be
dead," the man holding her hissed. "After all of this time, you dare to
"Ma... Makoto, I need your
help," she choked out.
"You let our father and
brothers die at the hands of these bastards, and now you're standing here
alive, and they were killed long ago. Why are you here?"
"Please... I'm with child.
Makoto, I know you can get me out of the Dynasty. This is all I 'm asking
His eyes narrowed. He then
released her. "Come with me," he said lowly.
Yuriko followed Makoto until
they reached a thin ray of light. She looked at the ray and saw that it
was a staff. She looked at her eldest brother and saw a tall man in the
"She's finally come I see,"
the man said. He walked out of the shadows and over to her. "She's carrying
"Hai," Makoto grumbled.
He looked at Yuriko with pity. "She has to leave here. They'll kill her
if they find out."
The man looked at her and
nodded. "She will never be able to return."
Yuriko looked at him. "But
Master Sekhmet," she said quickly. She looked at Makoto when he frowned
at her. "Gomen," she whispered.
"You'll be okay. I'll get
you to some place safe until you have your child, then you will have to
defend yourself. Do you understand me?"
As she looked at him, Yuriko
realized she was looking at the same man who had defeated Talpa himself.
She then nodded. The past centuries were to be forgotten if she were to
survive. She now had a child to care for. "I understand. Take me to the