06/24/2020  Home Donielle blinked when she saw the ceiling overhead. She stretched gingerly, feeling the tug on her ribs. She frowned, before she sat up. She looked down at her ribs and saw the rather elegant stitching there, thread sewing the skin back together. Her flesh was red around the stitching; not with infection persay but irritation at the intrusion. She reached a hand up and ran it along her hair, feeling the long strands loosely braided. She threw the covers off, letting the cool hotel air hit her naked body. She let her legs dangle from the side of her duxiana bed. "Slowly, my dear. You have been asleep for some time." came that unique accent. Educated and smooth as silk. Just like the dapper suited gentleman before her. She smiled a bit at her former husband as he draped the black silk kimono robe over her shoulders. "Thank you, James." She said softly as the man held out a hand to her. She took it before she slowly rose. "What a horrible stain. I suppose Ill have to best that out with a rock of lime. All over foolishness." Miss evers muttered in dismay. Donielle let out a hiss as March lifted his chin. "Mind your tone and words before the Lady of the House, woman. Beloved laundress or not. I will not have you speak of my Queen in such tongues!" March snapped as his black eyes sparked with fire. Donielle smirked as the frumpy maid began stripping down the bed linens. Donielle drew her robe closed and tied it loosely before she walked towards her vanity. "I believe you will be most pleased with the craftsmanship of your wounds. I had Sally stitch them closed. For such a junkie, she does have remarkable skills in mending torn flesh." March said as he began to unbraid Donielles hair and run a tender comb through it. Donielle could do nothing but look at her reflection. Despite the two spectres in her vision, she knew none reflected back to her in the silver glass. No. To the mirror, and the world, she sat alone in the Hotel Cortez. But she knew....oh she knew quite well that was all a lie. Merely part of the facade that was her Palace. Just like the hinged walls and fake doors scattered throughout the grand hotel. This Hotel was a Hellmouth. A portal to some. Purgatory to many. And Eternal Damnation to most. But Home is where the Heart is, or so the mortal saying went. 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

06/15/2020  An Empress' Heartache An Empress' Heartache "Your presence is always such a delight, dear Donielle." March said as he kissed the back of her hand. Donielle smiled with pride as she looked towards her Mentor. She felt so fortunate to have come across this fine Hotel in her mortal dalliances. She would be forever grateful to the Serial Killer who took her under his wing. She had learned so much from the lost soul. Surprising really, that such a man could do so after her time in Hell. But he knew things of mortal bodies that she did not when she first was born into a body. Gifted to her beloved parents, Vandella and Abbadon. Truth be told, James Patrick March had been her first great love. Donielle had come to him shortly after his sweet Countess had left the world. Leaving him alone in the palace he had built for her. Unable to move on. But Donielle had captured his attention upon her entrance. Her black soul. Her innocent eyes. The face of an Angel hiding the soul of hellish intentions. They bonded quickly over cognac and absinthe. March taught her about mortal bodies. Where to cut to make death quick. Where to cut so the bleeding was slow. Which organ to remove while the victim still lived. How to break a bone. Shoot a gun and the best way to dispose of remains. Her own Carnival tricks and traps were modeled and crafted under his guidance and wisdom. An extension of his Murder Palace. "Let me bring you home, James. I can capture you a beautiful body and you can join me in my Carnival." Donielle asked sweetly as she trailed her fingertips along his jaw line, the fine line of his mouth. He smiled as he always did. "My sweet girl.....As much as your idea intrigues me, I am afraid I must decline. You know as well as I do, that the Cortez needs its Captain and I am bound to it." He said as Donielle pouted. He drew a fingertip along her bottom lip. "Seeing your face once a month and hearing of the beautiful hell you are making in the world is enough to pleasure me." He said before he slid from their bed, his naked form making Donielle tilt her head to appreciate the sight of it. "But......think of how much better it would be for you to join me. At my side. To taste the blood along side of our tongues together. With my family ties, we could easily remove the hold on your soul in this place and we can rule the Carnival together." She said stubbornly. He smirked as he turned towards her and ran a hand down her arm. "I dream of it often, my love. But the risk of being in another body....losing my mind is not a price I would ask you to risk for me. What good would it do to live again if I forgot who I am? If you lost the black soul you see before you?" He said logically and Donielle growled, knowing he had a point. She laid back on the bed, her porcelain flesh matching the sheets on her bed. "I suppose you have a point. Come back to bed, March.....lay beside me a bit longer." She pleaded softly. He smiled as he moved back to lay at her side, his slender form leaning up to brush his fingers across her cheek as she closed her eyes to sleep. For she knew when she woke, her precious March would be gone from her bed. And it would be time to go home to the Carnival she called home. 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

06/15/2020  RULES RULES Read and Sign On an OOC note: SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY. No flakes. No drama queens. No clingy crybabies. SERIOUS, MATURE writers only.  On to the rules! 1) I am LOYAL to HOS. Always will be because they gave me a home and a family when I was on the verge of quitting. So I will ALWAYS side with my family. Vandella, Abbadon and Axel will always have my loyalty. If you cross them, you cross me. If they say you are to be removed from our family tree, then I will do so. Because my family means more to me than anything and anyone.  2) RL comes first. I work a full time 48 hour a week job as well as have family and a side business. So I cannot always be here 24/7. I do have a Discord that I can be reached at when I am not here should you have a need for my attention.   3) Be RESPECTFUL. While Donielle might be flirtacious and wild, that does not make her a whore. She is a lady, first and foremost. An Empress and will be treated as such. 4) COMMUNICATION is key! This cannot be said enough. As writers, we all want to write and be comfortable in our storylines. To express ourselves. There may be times when Donielle crosses a line because she honestly has no concept of limitations. No regard for right and wrong. Just what she wants and what she will do to get it. SO, to avoid those lines being crossed, all hard nos and limitations are to be discussed PRIOR to the storyline starting. And if at ANY POINT, Donielle does something to bother you as a writer, do NOT hesitate to ping me OOC and let me know! If you are rethinking the connection, or want to close out the storyline for muse issues or whatever reason, TELL ME. Don't jut flake or stop responding. 5) Regarding replies: Replies will be done in the order which they are received. I give what I get so if you only give me some lack luster, half assed reply, be prepared for the same. And I will NOT respond to one liners. The Gods gave you imagination and a mind, so use it. If you're muse is lacking and you want to wait, then let me know. 6) I DON'T do drama! I do NOT get involved with drama. I stay out of it. If you try bringing me into the drama, you will find yourself blocked because I have enough drama RL, I do NOT need or want it ruining my RP escape.  7) Donielle's kinks and HARD NOS are posted on her layout but since people don't like to read profiles lately, I will post them here. Any willful VIOLATION of the HARD NOs will result in immediate blocking.  KINKS: Doni is a Dominatrix who gets off on torturing her lovers. Ropes. Chains. Bondage. Suspension. Gags. Kidnapping her prey. Blood play. Fear. Medical play. Knife play. Forced sex. Confinement. Vibrators. Whipping. Slave training. Hot oil. Candle wax. Acupuncture. Spankings. Webcams. Harems. (Communication is key, so don't be afraid to discuss things first.) (SIGN WITH A MARVEL MOVIE QUOTE)  HARD NOS: Scatting. Toilet play. Urine. Bestiality (Shifters are okay but no fucking in animal forms). Under age play. Littles. Anal. Fisting. And always remember NO means NO. 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

06/15/2020  Black Souls for Dinner Donielle sat in the club, patiently waiting. She had been tracking the humans who came here for weeks now. They were malicious little bastards, taking pleasure in kidnapping pretty mortals and addicting them to dangerous narcotics. The slave masters loved their prisoners to be weakened and addicted before they sold them off. Little did they know, Donielle would be their last customer in this world. She wore a classic pair of black leather pants with a cropped white off the shoulder blouse beneath a cropped leather jacket and her favorite Louboutin black heels. She had no need for weapons. Her blond hair was pulled back in several half braids to keep her hair out of her cat shaped eyes. "Miss La Mara?" The mortal asked her as he approached. She smiled as she took his hand and rose from her chair. He smiled at her. "A pleasure, Miss. I'll be your escort through the inventory. Do let me know if there is any that appeal to your desires." He said politely as he tucked Doni's arm into the bend of his elbow and led her to the upper levels of the busy club. The secret hallways. She kept her chin lifted as she walked with him. She had paid a substantial fee to these monsters to achieve her goal. Getting to the victims, so she could destroy the Masters. Her heels clicked lightly on the floor as she let him guide her to the rooms. Thankfully, Donielle's cold heart left her unable to react to the scenes before her. The poor creatures.....some smelt mortal. Others were shifters. But all were similar in appearance......Thin, dirty and beaten. Some were bound in cages, others secured stark naked on their beds, the needle marks distinct in their joints from the countless injections. But many of them were...seemingly in states of pleasure....lust. And she recognized the smell of tart cherries. "What poison do you use on them?" She inquired thoughtfully, feigning interest. The man smiled. "We use Echrystiasty. It makes them compliant and docile while also increasing their sensitivity astronomically leaving them so aching for pleasure they will do anything. Like a dream state." He explained as Doni untangled her hand from his arm to explore one of the roomfuls of victims....there were two women in a cage pleasuring each other. A young man, barely 16 in appearance, in a corner of the room, leashed and sleeping. Another caged male seemed to be writhing in pain. She smirked a bit. "Disgusting…..yet delightful." Donielle said before she looked to the slave owner. He looked confused as she turned on him. "You're soul is as black as my own......Hell will delight in ripping you to pieces." She said. The human barely had time to blink before Donielle buried her hand inside of his chest. Microblades on her nails slashing in deep as she took hold of his heart in her fist. He gasped and gurgled as her glowing eyes met his. She growled low as she put her lips to his an inhaled as she twisted her fist and tore the ventricles that anchored his heart. She smiled as she tasted his blood bubble from his mouth and spill down his lips as she inhaled, drawing his soul from his being, the tendrils of his black soul filling her mouth, her lungs before she stepped back. His hand clutched in her fist as his body crumbled to the floor. She closed her eyes and sighed in euphoria.  She blew out a slow breath of air, like smoke from a cigarette, feeling the soul flood her senses before it vanished on its way to Hell through the portal within her necklace. She looked around at the slaves. Victims. Their souls were weak, fragile. She had no interest in these ones. She flicked her wrist as a ripple of power flared from her, snapping open the cage doors and chains. "Save yourselves....for no one else will." She said before she sauntered out of the vile market to go home. 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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