Room 509, very early Wednesday morning
Raven was prepared for her father this night, or at least she thought she was. It took her awhile to fall asleep due to being so tense, but eventually she managed to relax enough to slide into sleep.
She shouldn't have been surprised about drifting into a dream about something that had been on her mind for the past several days. What did surprise her was how at ease she felt, all heat and moans and kisses and tangled limbs (and wings!). Karla's Virgin Night, one of the most important moments in her life, and she was there, linked with Karla to make certain she made it through the night safe and whole, not out of duty like it was often done on her world (though not quite this way), but out of the love she felt for her friend.
She was stretched out on a bed beside Karla, clasping her hand and pressing kisses to her cheek and lips and stroking her hair, murmuring reassuring words while Warren braced himself above her. She would take all the pain for Karla, and leave her nothing but pleasure and love.
Well, that had been the plan.
Instead, wrapped in all of Karla's trust and hope, when the moment came for her to take the pain, she let it stab into Karla like a knife. Her own body rocked against the pain, savoring it, intensifying it, and sending that to Karla as well. She felt Karla's betrayed shock and fear and the scream that rose in her throat, but linked as they were, she used Karla like a puppet, turning the scream into a moan of ecstasy and encouragement for Warren to continue. He had no idea anything was wrong, and Raven just smiled as she felt Karla falling further into the abyss with each thrust, running from the pain and tumbling out of control toward her inner web. It would break and so would Karla, and she would become a shadow of herself, not even aware when she'd be made an offering to Trigon.
Back in her room, Raven's eyes snapped open as she managed to slip from the nightmare. It wasn't real, it was just a dream. She'd never hurt Karla like that. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream....
"THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE, DAUGHTER."
"Leave me alone!" Raven shrieked, all semblance of control shattering as she clutched her hands to her ears as if that could somehow block out the sound of Trigon's laughter.
"YOU ARE A GODDESS OF PAIN AND DESPAIR. YOU WILL SERVE ME. IT IS INEVITABLE."
"No, no, no!" Raven whimpered, but she couldn't deny that some dark part of her had enjoyed hurting Karla, just like it had relished what she'd done to Jono in her dreams the night before. She stumbled from the bed, turning on every light in the room to try to chase away that darkness. She wasn't going to go back to sleep now. She wasn't sure she was ever going to let herself sleep again.
[Warnings for taking advantage of The Black Jewels messed-up canon in very unpleasant ways. Door is closed, post is open.]
She shouldn't have been surprised about drifting into a dream about something that had been on her mind for the past several days. What did surprise her was how at ease she felt, all heat and moans and kisses and tangled limbs (and wings!). Karla's Virgin Night, one of the most important moments in her life, and she was there, linked with Karla to make certain she made it through the night safe and whole, not out of duty like it was often done on her world (though not quite this way), but out of the love she felt for her friend.
She was stretched out on a bed beside Karla, clasping her hand and pressing kisses to her cheek and lips and stroking her hair, murmuring reassuring words while Warren braced himself above her. She would take all the pain for Karla, and leave her nothing but pleasure and love.
Well, that had been the plan.
Instead, wrapped in all of Karla's trust and hope, when the moment came for her to take the pain, she let it stab into Karla like a knife. Her own body rocked against the pain, savoring it, intensifying it, and sending that to Karla as well. She felt Karla's betrayed shock and fear and the scream that rose in her throat, but linked as they were, she used Karla like a puppet, turning the scream into a moan of ecstasy and encouragement for Warren to continue. He had no idea anything was wrong, and Raven just smiled as she felt Karla falling further into the abyss with each thrust, running from the pain and tumbling out of control toward her inner web. It would break and so would Karla, and she would become a shadow of herself, not even aware when she'd be made an offering to Trigon.
Back in her room, Raven's eyes snapped open as she managed to slip from the nightmare. It wasn't real, it was just a dream. She'd never hurt Karla like that. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream....
"THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE, DAUGHTER."
"Leave me alone!" Raven shrieked, all semblance of control shattering as she clutched her hands to her ears as if that could somehow block out the sound of Trigon's laughter.
"YOU ARE A GODDESS OF PAIN AND DESPAIR. YOU WILL SERVE ME. IT IS INEVITABLE."
"No, no, no!" Raven whimpered, but she couldn't deny that some dark part of her had enjoyed hurting Karla, just like it had relished what she'd done to Jono in her dreams the night before. She stumbled from the bed, turning on every light in the room to try to chase away that darkness. She wasn't going to go back to sleep now. She wasn't sure she was ever going to let herself sleep again.
[Warnings for taking advantage of The Black Jewels messed-up canon in very unpleasant ways. Door is closed, post is open.]