Part I - The Resistance
The night was cold and crisp yet enticing to the senses the moon was full as the night reached the witching hour. The night calling to her as it does each night. Time for all the creatures of the dark to awaken and emerge from thier hidden shadows and dwellings. The Enchanted Dark Goddess slowly arose from her black silk lined coffin bed. The frame a heavy cast iron with handcarved engraving all over with different hidden messages of the ancients. Embedded with the finest rubies custom made just for her. She stretches and adjusts her ice blue eyes to the dim light of the torches burning throughout her castle dwelling.
Her magnificant gothic styled castle was built in the early 1700's only one other castle still remains in this town besides hers. It belongs to a very powerful and feared Dark Lord, Wolfe Lord. As it is with her dwelling none dare to go there in fear of knowing what thier fate would be. She goes about her nightly ritual of getting ready to face the night she quickly showers and perfumes her milky white flesh. Induldging in her favorite scent that drives both men and women wild Gothic Rose a sweetly sinister scent that takes sensual rose and mixes it with the equally erotic but dark and mysterious patchouli. A scent worn by only a select few it's aroma is powerfully intoxicating. Almost as luring and hypnotic as her ice blue eyes.
She fumbled through her huge custom made walk in closet for just the perfect garments her eyes land on one of her favorite outfits. Taking the chosen outfit in hand she returns to her bed. Lying the garmets down, she sits upon the bed rolling the thigh high lace topped stockings up her legs carefully. Then slipping into her black thigh high leather stiletto boots with the gothic style laces up the back. Standing and turning in one quick motion she slides the chosen leather halter over her head. Barely concealing her large round milky white breasts. She then slips on the matching black leather short hot pants that barely cover her round ass. Looking herself over in her full length mirror.
Grinning her approval at the black leather hugging all her curves in just the right places. Making her way to her vanity mirror she sits and applys her make up in the same fashion as always. Dark gothic colors her lips painted a crimson red. Her eyes trimmed in dark black eyeliner and mascara. Giving her the cat eyes so many love. she tosses her firey red locks about her face and neck giving her hair that wild untamed look. She smiles and nods mumuring to herself "Ahhhh yes this will do" Before finishing she takes the choker she always wears a black velvet lined leather choker adorned with a most rare selection of hand crafted rubies encircled with diamonds placing it upon her delicate neck fastening it securely. A most precious gift from a dear friend of long ago. A choker most hated by a certain Dark Lord. The main reason she loved to wear it ,along with the fact she could never get enough of rubies. Being her favorite gem.
Rising from the sitting chair she goes to grab her long black cloak flinging it about her milky white shoulders. Her stiletto heels clicking the marble floor echoing loudly, as she makes her way down the long darkened hall to the castles entrance. When she is suddenly beckoned to by one of the servants. She turns sharply her gaze is harsh and cold as she frowns at the poor trembling girl belting out at her "What is it you wretched wench!!! Can't you see I am late!!!!
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