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 Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 6:33 pm
Nvira's long silver hair ran all the way down to the back of her knees. She wans't wearing anything as she held out her arms to embrace the drow male in front of her. "Your art is beautiful love."
She said as embracing him and looking upon the armors that had spiders decorated upon them. Nvira was one of Lolths top demons although Lolth let her go and have the fun she wnated when she neede dit. Her victim of this centurty was one of the top housing blacksmiths.
Nvira found little that was more compelling in beauty then herself but his art made her fall for him. However he himself was just average. His name was Mu'rrslochar. "You spoil me Lochar." Nvira said happily as he unclothed a pair of boots that would allow her to climb like a spider.
Mu'rrslochar smirked,"And only you my little black beauty." He picked her up quickly and placed her on the bed. "Now what will you grace me with today? Maybe your true form perhaps?"
Nvira chuckled,"This is my true form." She glanced at Mu'rrslochar with her fire orange eyes, flipping her long silver hair so that it fanned out on the bed. Her dark drow skin almost blending in with the black bed sheets.
"I meant the one inside. The one that holds a beauty other then the body."
"I have no soul." Nvira said smirking. "It would put too much of a damper on things in life."
"Ah but you do and I see it. It's how you were created. Its art, like making things. It has its own soul even if it really doesn't exist and I can twist it and make it into something gorgous for my little personal goddess."
"Careful Lolth might hear." Nvira said while nibbling his ear.
"I don't care." He answered back gently to her lips as he kissed her.
Nvira chuckled only when she was with him did she feel like a goddess. SHe could control him and make him do anything and he would enjoy it. It was the most addicted anyone had ever gotten to her.
For many years she watched him make her gifts and stuff for his house. After so many tlaks of him syaing how he saw the items soul before he made it and thats how he could make such wonderous things Nvira began to think about what she wanted to do.
Doing Lolth's bidding had taken up most of her time and she didn't get to be with her obssession as much. Lolth kept her pretty busy and many of the females of the drow race were warring agianst each other. In free time she visited him and much like Lolth would, favored his house because of the people in it.
Lochar was building something when she teleported in front of him in all of her equipment that he ahd made her over the years. He was using spider silk to set in jewels into a sword. The jewel was set in the bottom part of the spider handle.
"What does it do and who is it for?" He was always making things for his sisters. She sat right beside the fire but out of the way. Fire didn't bother her. She lived ina pretty hot and desolate places and she had a natrual immunity to fire. At least to how hot that fire could get.
I put real fangs of a spider in the sword so its poisonous and can kill over time if it cuts. As well... this jewel holds magic so that a person can hold back up spells just in case. Its for my sister Trini."
Nvira nodded,"Very nice but doesn't she have her whip now?"
"Other priestesses have thier whips too she wnated a back up weapon one that could give her back up if needed. As well she was telling me that other priestesses were allowing thier snake headed whips to bite them so they would slowly become immune to the poison with this they don't ahev that advantage or chance."
Nvira smirked,"So you used a spider part to make it like that spider. Is its soul there?" She loved talking about souls in creatures that didn't have them.
"Of course." He said with a smirk without looking up form his work or faltering.
"Could you do that with me? Make me a weapon? By using my soul?"
It was sudden stop of his hands, they were shaking and at first Nvira was a bit confused on why he would be mad. "I would love to, you would be...." He didn't even have the words for it he was so excited to get his hands on such a work of art. Then he shook his head and chuckled a little,"I'm sorry I thought you were being serious." He looked back at his work.
Nvira frowned,"I was being serious." She said standing up, her eyes glowing a dark orange that they were almost red. Using her power to make him look at her. Lochar dropped the sword he was working on quickly with a bright smile.
"You would let me handle your soul? Even though that means I would have complete power over you in those moments?"
Nvira smirked,"You would never have thta type of power."
"You could die."
"Nonesense you cannot destroy a soul I don't have. This weapon will be an extension of myself." Nvira said smiling. "What part of me will you need?"
He took Nvira in his arms and stooped her down and looked herin the face examining her before answering. "Your hair. A lot of it."
Nvira pushed her hands through her hair and smirked,"It will be silver then?"
"So silver it will look alive. I can see it already." He said as he ran his hands through her hair, grabbing a dagger and cutting it short. Nvira teleported out of his arms and sat down where she usually watched him. "Now make a weapon thats part of me." Nvira ordered.
Lochar took some plain metal and then her hair activating magic on it then he stopped. "Your blood? I usually use mine or the creatures I am using."
Nvira raised an eyebrow. "I'm no creature."
"Of course not but I need a goddesses blood to finish such a weapon."
Nvira folded her arms across her chest thinking of what way she could disipline him for such a comment. Also for not telling her that he would be cutting her hair off for nothing. There was no way she could get a goddess's blood to bring to him. Lochar knew that look was a dangerous one and he chuckled at her confusion. "I meant you princess." Lochar held out his hand for hers so that he could drip Nvira's blood where he needed it.
Nvira's demanor changed,"Oh..." She pricked her finger and let it drip onto her hair and the metal. Nvira felt a tug to her blood for a moment and it happened so fast that she wasn't sure if she had even felt it.
While Lochar was working on her weapon it was like she could feel every pound of the hammer inside her when she was clearly sitting beside him and not the sword itself. When he melted the sword down again and again to refold it and make it stronger she felt herself become more apart of it. And her insides seem to melt when he put the sword in the fire.
After a bit he took a break,"Are you okay?" He asked when he finally looked up at her from his work.
"When will it be done. She had to tear her eyes from it.
"A couple of days." Lochar said wiping sweat off his brow.
"Finish it now!" Nvira yelled becoming obsessed with her new weapon. It held her own power to its greatest potential.
Lochar winced at the yell. "Nvira are you okay?"
Nvira turned on him and glarred. Grabbing his hand roughly and scorching him with forced energy. Throwing her obsession into him and sharing her energy. "You don't need rest. You don't need sleep, all you need is to finish this for you will never make anything else so powerful. This sword will be able to slice through anything." She spoke it into his mind as well as outloud.
Lochar screamed with the burning that she was forcing into his veins and head. Once she let go he fell to his knees. "Oh course love." He finally answered, feling like he would rather die then to not do what she wanted. The sword HAD to be finished. Even if it killed him.
It almost did kill Lochar. Although once it was done Nvira finally felt whole and once in her hands she felt complete. Nvira was pleased. She knew that Lochar was the one she would kill anyone for. No one could make such a powerful thing. Without a thanks she disappeared into her realm. Testing it out on any demon that got in her way.
Weeks later she returned with her sword on her side. Lochar bowed before Nvira. "You've returned!" He seemed over joyed about it. "Please let me handle the sword one last time Nvira."
Nvira frowned,"How dare you ask for such a thing! I come before you and MY sword is what you want!"
Lochar whimpered as she stabbed his hand into the ground with her sword. "There." Nvira answered,"Your hand is on it."
Lochar reached up and touched her hand that was on the hilt. Nvira's anger melted and she pulled it out. "I'm sorry Lochar I came back to thank you for such sacrifice. I am going to talk to Lolth about letting you into the inner circle. That way. We can be together forever. You can forever work for me and Lolth."
Lochar was mroe then pleased with this and Nvira even healed his hand. For even though she loved him in the only way a demon could, obssesion for what he could do for her, he was useless to her without the two hands that made his art.
Nvira showed her sword to Loltha nd asked about Lochar being held up into the respects of what a girl would be in her realm. Lolth was angered that such a weapon was made for Nvira first and not given to her.
Nvira refused to give up the sword. It was a part of her and thus she was addicted to it like a mortal would be to her. Lolth in anger summoned Lochar and killed him damning his soul. Angered Nvira atatcked Lolth with her sword. Nvira barely raised it up before she was evaporated by Lolth's power.
However she didn't die. Things were weird though. It didn't feel like she was alive and she couldn't move. Clanging to the ground Nvira was confused until Lolth picke dher up.
Nvira was the sword. Then she grew heads and became a snake whip one of Lolth's favored weapons. Nvira still angered and finding she had more power this way, turned all her snake heads towards Lolth's face and struck out.
Nvira only heard Lolth screaming curses before Lolth banished her to the mortal realm. Nvira still had a small taste of Lolth's flesh but no blood. Cursing out Lolth whom she had served for centuries Nvira vowed to destroy Lolth for what she had done. After all her loyal years this was the thanks she had gotten.
Nvira was quite sure that she could make a better demon then Lolth, in fact she had started out being a demon to begin with which just made her that much btter then the fallen angel Lolth. Nvira was angry with herself for following such a weakling. Once she got back into the nether realm she would cut out Lolth's heart after chopping off all of her spider legs and watching her squirm in pain.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 9:01 pm
Alot longer then I thought it would be. Anyways no one has to read it but I kinda wanted a back story on why she became a sword and what it did to her and why she hates Lolth. And also how vain Nvira really is. That even after Lolth destroyed her in one hit Nvira thinks herself stronger even right after Lolth showed her she was actually really weak.
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