0 comments/ 61709 views/ 12 favorites Faerie Tale By: JohnB73 The summer wind was soft and warm, blowing the young faun's hair around her shoulders, where it tickled her bare breasts. Nimue didn't mind the wind. It made her nipples hard, and she didn't have to worry about her furry legs getting cold anyway. She sauntered confidently through the woods that she had grown up in, nearing her favorite bathing pool. The water there was always warm, and the scent of the blooming lavenders was heady and intoxicating. She could feel the blush of anticipation in her cheeks as she drew closer, and caught the sweet scent wafting to her on the breeze. Then, her softly tufted ears picked up something as well...splashing? In her special pool? Nimue stomped through the underbrush, drawing branches out of the way with her strong arms, ready to unleash fury at the intruder, when she saw the most beautiful vision she had ever seen. A lady, one of the lovely and noble Sidhe, was bathing in her pool, her long golden hair cloaking her like a wet silk gown almost down to her belly. The sparkle of the water on her fair, creamy skin was like rare diamonds, and her lazily half-open eyes gleamed as blue as the sky in the early morn. Every curve of her body was exquisite, her stomach and legs firm and smooth, her breasts perfection, a pair of perky globes that peeked out from under her golden mane like rare fruits. Nimue took the whole sight in at once, and gasped. At the sound, the Sidhe lady turned, splashing water and nearly losing her footing in the pool. As she righted herself again, she looked up, her cheeks and the tips of her gracefully pointed ears blushing a bright red. "You scared me! I didn't know anyone lived in this wood." the lady said in a voice as musical as crystal chimes, relief showing as her blush faded. She relaxed upon seeing that Nimue was not armed, or a rogue of some awful circumstance. She sat down, the warm waters enveloping her almost to he shoulders. Her hair floated around her like golden seaweed, drifting gently in the warm currents. "These woods are home to my people, elfin one. Your kind would be more cozy in your palaces, wouldn't you? My father rules our kin here, and I could bring you before him as an interloper. Possibly as a spy for the Shadow Court?" Nimue asked teasingly, though she felt no Unseleighe taint around this woman. "No, I'm not Unseleighe, I swear it!" the lady replied, horror plain on her delicate features, even if the accusation was in jest. "You must be able to feel it, can't you?" "I can't feel you at all from there." Nimue replied slyly, her tongue slipping out over her full, red lips. "I'll have to get closer. Give me your name, elf." "My friends call me Melly." she said shyly as the faun approached her, hooves splashing in the waters. She reached for the elf, taking her creamy shoulders in her hands and drawing her close enough to sniff her neck and ears. Melly felt an unbidden, but powerful, rush of heat go through her at this girl's forward attitude. "You don't smell like an Unseleighe. I wonder if you taste like one?" Nimue asked, her tongue slipping out to flick the end of the elf's nose. Melly stumbled backward, sitting down hard on a flat rock in the pool, her legs wide. "My, you really aren't the shy type, are you?" Melly asked, giggling at her own graceless pose before this wild, natural young lady. The primal heat in her gaze sparked something in Melly, and she didn't even think to wonder if it was a Glamour the faun was working, or genuine attraction. "And what do they call you, then?" she asked, batting her thick lashes coyly. "I'm called Nimue, Melly. I'm very happy to meet you." she replied, stepping closer and leaning down to bring her face closer to Melly's. Their noses brushed, and then their lips connected in an impassioned kiss. Melly had only been with another lady once before, but Nimue's kiss made her old lover seem bumbling and clumsy by comparison. Melly wrapped her arms around Nimue quickly, feeling the soft crush of their breasts together, and moaned softly into the faun's mouth. Nimue reached around to squeeze Melly's soft ass, and draw her up off the rock where she sat. They embraced standing, the water warm around their waists, hands wandering over each other's ripe bodies. As Nimue's hand touched the golden down on her mound, Melly gasped loudly, pleasure shooting through her like hot red lightning. She moaned at the touch of wet, slick fingers on her nether lips and clit as Nimue laid her back against the smoothly sloping bank of the pool, kneeling above her with a lusty smile on her face. Melly craned her neck, straining her tongue to reach Nimue's gently swaying breasts. They tasted like salt and musk, and Melly found the taste very erotic. She latched onto one swelling nipple, suckling like a baby, and Nimue cooed softly, her fingers probing Melly's wet pussy deeper, more fervently. As her fingers slipped into Melly's hot tunnel as deeply as they could go, Melly clutched at Nimue's shoulders, as though she was drowning in passion. One of her hands grabbed Nimue's hip, then squeezed her ass hard, drawing a gasp from the sexy, sensual creature kneeling above her. Her hand guided Nimue to move up further, so that she was straddling Melly's shoulders now, her bushy vulva teasingly close to the elf's delicate face. The only thing that Melly regretted was that the move forced Nimue's fingers to slide out of her pulsing cavern. Nimue dropped her hips close enough for Melly's tongue to barely reach, and then pulled her hips up again, a teasing smile on her face. Melly, in response, made a mock frown and grabbed Nimue's hips, forcing her pussy down onto her hungry mouth, so that she could feast on her wet womanhood. Nimue threw her head back, cherishing the oral lashing she was getting from an energetic tongue against her swelling clit. Her moans echoed heatedly through the trees, and her hands twisted in Melly's hair, tightening into fists as she approached her climax. Melly lapped and sucked at Nimue's lush, thick labia and swollen clit, as two of her fingers slid deeply into the faun's sopping tunnel of lust. She pumped them in and out, faster, feeling the tension tightening her feral lover's muscles. Then it exploded, washing over Nimue in a glamourous wave as she arched her back, clutching her own breasts in her hands, screaming and howling her ecstasy to the sapphire sky. When they had recovered their strength, lying side by side on the bank of the pool, Nimue gently rolled over on top of Melly and kissed her cheek softly. "I'm sorry for being such a brat, Melly lover. I misjudged you at first. I was ready to be so mad at you for being here. But now, I'm glad I found you." she said, smiling sweetly. "Just promise to come back often?" "I promise." Melly said, smiling back at the faun and licking the tip of her nose quickly. Their giggles were carried along on a warm, soft wind, and all was peaceful in the Satyr's Wood. Faerie Tale He laid her down on the soft, vibrant green grass, more vibrant than when he was much bigger. He looked into her unnatural golden eyes, slowly he brought his lips to hers. Her lips soft like fresh blueberries, and her skin smooth like summer rain. His hand slowly skimmed down her side to where the cloth that covered her breasts were tied. He slowly pulled on the tie and unraveled the bow. Letting the cord fall from his fingers he slid his hands up her stomach, so taunt and firm. She grabbed his hand preventing him to proceed. She pulled away from the kiss and held the cloth to her skin, just a small piece of animal skin cut into a shape to properly cover her bosom. She slowly sat up and looked into his deep brown eyes. "I can not allow this to proceed, this is strictly forbidden." She looked down at grass and her fingers slowly raked through it. He swept the hair from her face, and pulled her chin up to meet his gaze. "Yes, but I love you and I accept you for who are. I need you, like you need the forest and the sun. I need you, please be with me, once." With her golden eyes she looked into his trying to find one good reason to stop all this and go on her way. Take off and never see him again, with that though her eyes welded up with tears, they rolled down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and let them fall, this would be the last time either way that she would ever see this man again. She felt his gentle lips touch her cheeks, his hands hold her waist and pull her close. "Please stay with me this one night, and as much as it hurts me to say, we will part and never see one another again." She looked into his sincere, hurt eyes and moved much closer to his face and laid her forehead against his, still slightly sniffling. "Yes, we will stay this one night and make it something the stars will retell for years to come." Gently he laid her back down, his lips moving down her neck to her shoulders, skin soft and smooth. He gently ran a finger down her wing, the bright blue and purple swirls of her wings. Just like butterfly wings, a light fur covering them, to protect against the rain from dampening them. Bringing his strong hands to her head, gently ruffling through her short pixie hair, the glitter shimmering throughout the strands. Her body moved under his touch, she pull away the cloth covering her bosom and her perky pale breasts and delicate pink nipples were finally revealed to him. At the sight of them his manhood began to stiffen. She slowly spread her legs, her maidenhood moist and warm. He slowly brought his fingers to touch and feel the warmth, his fingers dampening in her wetness. Her scent unlike a real woman was sweet like candy. As he continued to feel her and put his fingers inside, he kissed softly down her tight stomach, feeling every movement she made. Feeling the pleasure from the movements, he stiffened to his fullness. He pulled her skirt up and he gently began to lap up the sweetness her passion fruit, and how sweet it was. He unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers. Gently kissing and blowing on her at the same time, not rushing, making every taste last, making a record in his memory to forever hold. He pulled away slowly and sat on his knees, she sat up and looked at him. His phallus at full size and quite large. She looked into his eyes and gave him a kiss, tasting her juices making her more moist than before. She kissed down his neck, breathing in his scent with every kiss, tasting his skin, all so masculine. She kissed and licked his chest, the hard muscles pushed roughly against her lips. Down his stomach, his abdomen moving rhythmically with his harsh breathing. She felt his lips gently kissing on her wing tips, him gently sucking on them. Her nipples hardened, she moved her hands to be breasts and felt the small hardness of her nipple, the sensitivity causing great waves of heat to travel through her body. She moves her lips to the tip of his member where she gently licked and kissed. He gently bucked his hips toward her, his body involuntarily convulsing from the overwhelming feeling. Her saliva slowly rolled down his shaft, she brought a delicate hand to it and began to stroke and massage it. Feeling it throb in her mouth and her hand. She looked up at him, his face in total ecstasy, his eyes closed and his mouth partially open. He slowly led her back to the soft forest floor, where he proceed to gently guide himself into her awaiting womb. His movements gentle and slow, he could feel the tightness from her maidenhood. He did not want to hurt her, he moved ever so slowly and she began to move her hips into him, beckoning him faster. He quickened his movements and she opened her mouth and a soft moan escaped. He moved to her open mouth and slid his tongue inside. He massaged her tongue passionately as he continued to push himself into her deeper. Her moans muffled by his mouth. Her body moved wildly beneath him. He pulled his face back and began to push harder and rougher into her. She gripped his hips and pulled him to her harder yet. Her eyes opened suddenly as she gazed at him and watched him. Her moans began to become much louder, her body trembled from the pleasure. She arched her back, her wings gently began to cause her to float up. He stood keeping himself inside her and continuing his rhythm. She let out an amazing and beautiful howl as she reached her climax and she slowly began to flutter back down. He held her to his hips and continued to pump into her, until his seed exploded into her. Gently they laid back onto the grass. His chest moved up and down in great arcs, and she laid next to him, holding him, with her leg lying across his hips. They looked at one another and smiles both covered their faces. She gently kissed his jaw, and he gently kissed her forehead. They laid together for quite a while, holding onto what had been between them, neither wanting to lose what they had. Knowing what they did could cost them their lives. He got up after a long moment and put his pants back on. Looking over to her as she was tyeing her shirt. He walked up to her and gave her a great hug. "I love you so much. I want you to remember that for the rest of your life." "For a Faerie, that is forever." She said with a childish grin on her face. "Well for a human a life time without the one you love is just like forever." He looked gravely into her face. "I will always watch you, I will be that small gust of wind you feel on the back of your neck. That tiny light you see from the corner of your eye. That soft whisper you hear in a dream. I will be all that, because I will watch over you and love you every moment. Even if you marry a human woman and even have children with her. I will always be the one with your heart." She said as the magic made him grow till she was just the size of nothing more than a housefly, and she flew up across his neck, and flew off into the distance. He never saw his true love again, but he did know she was there until the day he had died. Faerie Tales from Hell Pt. 01 Prologue The sun shone brightly over the heavenly grounds, making the goddess smile. She lovingly touched her swollen belly, comforting the kicking child inside. Her smile faltered a bit as she worried about her unborn daughter and the child's future. Her daughter was cursed before she had even entered the world. It had been decreed no new immortals were to be born unless there was an open position in any pantheon. Unfortunately, all positions were filled. Each day, it became harder to hide her pregnancy. Perhaps she should have thought more wisely about her fraternization with an Underworlder. It had been All Hallow's Eve and the barriers between the worlds had been weak enough for the goddess to slip through. For one night, she threw caution to the wind. Now months later, she realized how naïve she had been. Not only did she break so many rules, but now she also had an innocent child to consider. Doubly dangerous to her unborn daughter was the prophecy that the child would unseat the Usurper Fae Queen. Siofra would never let this baby live. The goddess eased down to the bench at her gazing bowl and waved her hand over it. She had to find a safe place to hide her daughter. The goddess would bind her daughter's powers and tuck her away safe in the mortal world. She could only keep her daughter safe by sending her away. Chapter One Seven Years later Aos Si At the altar of an elaborately decorated great hall reclined a beautiful queen on a bed of colorful plush pillows and silken sheets. Her beauty always garnished more than second glances. In fact, it was her beauty that caught the attention of the Fae King. How stupid he had been, so blinded by her beauty that he did not realize how she plotted to take his kingdom from him. Siofra smiled evilly, a smile looking almost sultry on her plump lips, as the crunching of bone echoed throughout the cavernous room. The sound of crunching bones belonged to a beheaded Fae who spoke against her. That was treason in her kingdom. A bit unsatisfied that the Fae hadn't begged for his life, she waved a hand to have the remains cleared before it stained her floor. Although she thought that deep crimson pooling on the marble looked rather nice. Perhaps it was time for another renovation. The large solid wood doors opened and in walked her favorite demonic twins. Her body started to thrum as she recalled the ecstasy those two could wring from her body. They were a beautiful pair with their dark chocolate skin, sable hair and golden brown eyes. Their tall and lean bodies exuded sex through every pore they had. "Satana and Santana. Welcome." She purred as they neared. "Come join me." She waved, indicating they sit on each side of her. "What brings you to my humble abode?" Satana bent her lean body at the waist and kissed Siofra, sucking her lower lip before she took her seat to the right of Siofra. "Oh, just a visit." Satana and her brother had always been attracted to the Fae Queen, her beauty called to them. It wasn't only Siofra's face that bewitched them. From those large green-blue eyes and thick lashes to her lushly full lips and aristocratic nose, no one would guess Siofra's sadistic nature. And that was what the twins loved so much about the Fae Queen. Satana trailed a finger down that unblemished porcelain skin, smiling as her brother spoke. "You know, we love to visit with you, especially when we have gossip." Santana answered in a deep baritone. He kissed her neck. "Very juicy gossip, indeed." Siofra narrowed her eyes. "You always have good gossip, Santana. Do tell, my loves." She rubbed Santana's crotch, scraping her nails along his length, laughing at the hiss he made. "Entertain me, please." Glancing at his sister above Siofra's head, they shared a coy look. He gave a nod to Satana to share the exciting news. "Well, we were up visiting Mother and heard the most lovely bit of gossip pertaining to you." That definitely got Siofra's full attention. For as big of a gossip as the twin's mother was, the Aztec goddess of sex and fertility never passed along information that wasn't accurate. "The gossip goes that a goddess gave birth to a child fathered by your beloved Fae King." Satana side glanced to watch the Siofra's expression. A murderous look fell upon Siofra's face. "Impossible. It is impossible for that wretch to father any child. I saw to it personally." She spat out, her mood changing in an instant. "Who spouted such lies?" "Now, now, sweet, we are only the bearer to the tale, we did not invent it. We just thought you should know, given your situation and all." Santana said soothing the Fae Queen's jangled nerves. "The source is reputable, though." Satana interjected, giving the queen that infamous charming smile of hers. Hell, Satana's mother gave King Oberon the fertility potion a very long time ago and just recalled it. Outraged, Siofra growled in a low voice. "You're sure of this gossip? Where is the child?" "Strong rumor has it was a Celtic goddess and no one knows where the child is, except it was secreted in the mortal world." Santana answered. "But, we're sure you will find out. You have eyes all over the mortal world, do you not?" Satana loved nothing more than when she and her brother stirred up trouble and this was going to be fun trouble to stir. "We just have one request, when you dispatch the bastard to Hell, we want it." Santana added. "As a reward for alerting you to its existence. This way, you will not have to worry what to do with the brat...we will deal with it for you. You just find the child and get it to Hell." The immortal ones were always more fun. They weren't as fragile as humans. Siofra was so angry all she saw was red. How had that bastard father a child? She had cursed him to only be fertile with her. As for herself, she was cursed to be barren. Immediate action had been taken the minute those horrid Fates had decreed that a child of the Fae King would be the end of her. Siofra's next step had to been to siphon powers from Oberon and banish him to Hell in a specially built prison, the Unseelie World. She had ruled alone since that time, unworried about being dethroned. "I will find the brat and you can have it." She vehemently vowed, glaring at the twins. "You both can leave now. Should you find information, I expect you to alert me." She demanded. "Careful," Satana warned at the Fae Queen's tone. Santana double that command. "Keep in mind who you are speaking to." Their mother invented the words overprotective and vindictive. As for their Fallen Angel father, well, the twins knew they got away with a lot more than most demons did. The twins stood up, a bit disappointed that they would not be enjoying a bout of sex with Siofra, but pulling the Fae Queen's strings made up for it. "Of course, you will be the first to know...just as you were with this bit of information." Santana said, kissing Siofra's hand. "Majesty, till our next meeting." He murmured before he and his sister shifted back to their domain, happy with this outcome. Once alone, Siofra called her assassins. "There is a halfling Fae child being hidden in the mortal world. Its mother is a Celtic goddess." She informed them, careful not to reveal who the father was. "Bring it to me. Fail me and you will regret it. I don't care how long it takes but find that brat." Her men bowed and disappeared to start what would surely be a long search. Non-humans rarely remained undetected among mortals. Chapter Two Near Island, Alaska 2008 Avinn Sinclair sat in the front pew of the filled church and swiped at the tears falling from her brilliant blue eyes. Her father and three brothers lay in their closed coffins in front of the altar. Still shocked as to how she had ended up sitting in this pew listening to the eulogies, she barely registered someone beside her squeezing her shoulder. No more than two weeks earlier, she had returned home to visit them. Her father had just gotten back from a dig in Scotland, so she and her brothers ambushed their workaholic father for a family visit. Summers on Near Island were stunningly beautiful and held such great memories for all of them. Since graduating from school with a Masters in Physics, her job had her working at Tulane University located in New Orleans. Having everyone in one place at the same time was always a feat in itself, so these visits home were cherished times. The five of them had been sitting at dinner when her father smelled gas. He told her to get out while he and the boys had tried to stem the leak. They joined her outside when they were attacked by something. She never saw the attacker, but her father shoved her in the hole where the new swimming pool was going to be put. The last thing she remembered was a huge explosion and waking up in the hospital. Apparently, the sheriff's department had dug her out after one of the search dogs had found her. Her family had not been as fortunate. They were killed in the blast from the house. Now she sat getting ready to cremate them, the sole surviving member of her family. Her body shuddered with the silent wracking sobs. She couldn't believe they were gone while she lived. She had been told it was survivor's guilt that haunted her. She would take their remains to her father's ancestral home in Scotland to be spread. After that she would return to New Orleans to pick up her life and try to move forward with it. She never felt so alone in her life, her mother had died when she was born, her father and brothers were all she had. --- Aos Si Siofra slashed the cat of nine across the assassins' back shredding the skin. The sight made a few of the guards queasy, but with the stolen powers of the former Fae King, no one dared oppose the new reigning sovereign. Blood covered everything, making even the whip slick and difficult to hold on to. "How dare you let that bitch live!" The Fae Queen screeched over the wet sounds of the whip making contact with the torn flesh of the unconscious Fae. She beat the Fae till she couldn't lift her arm, her anger finally draining. The Fae at her feet had breathed his last breath long before she tired. Throwing the spiked whip to the ground, she shouted for her war general. When he appeared, she jabbed a finger at his chest. "You! Find me an assassin that can actually do his job!" Siofra spat angrily. She threw herself onto her throne, unbothered by her blood soaked clothing, and glowered at one and all. A Fae appeared in front of her and bowed deeply. Siofra waved a hand and an image of Avinn Sinclair shimmered into view. She snapped her fingers and the Fae looked up. "See that woman? I want her head on a silver platter in front of me within 24 hours. Do you understand?" She waited until the Fae nodded his head in understanding. "Good. If you return empty handed, I will rip the skin off your body inch by inch with my bare hands." With that, the Fae shifted out. Chapter Three Anchorage Airport Avinn checked in at the Anchorage airport, wincing as she lifted her arm to put the ticket on the counter. She still ached and had cuts and bruises from the explosion and being thrown in the hole. After she checked her baggage through to New Orleans, she headed to security checkpoint. Grabbing a coffee once through security, Avinn wandered towards her gate unaware of being followed. Two Fae stood near the shadows watching their prey. It would be easy to snatch the woman here in the crowd of humans. Humans were so frail and so stupid, they never noticed their surroundings and were blind to the universe around them. "That's her, correct?" "Oh, that's her. Wonder what she did to piss off the Queen. Should be easy to grab her. Humans never pay attention. Let's just wait a few more minutes until the plane disembarks." There would be more people then to use as distractions. From across the room, a tall dark-haired man also watched Avinn Sinclair. Unlike her, he knew of the two dangerous assassins just twenty feet away. Pushing off the pillar he leaned against, Saben made his way towards the oblivious woman. As a Dominion warrior angel, he wondered why he got assigned babysitting duties. When he saw the immortal assassins, he realized he didn't have an ordinary charge. Saben managed to get near Avinn without alerting the two Fae. Feigning an accidental collision, he bumped into her and knocked her bag to the ground. "I'm sorry." He commented as the both of them bent down to pick up the suitcase. "Come with me, Avinn. You're in danger." Avinn immediately pulled away from the beautiful man with intense green eyes. "Excuse me, how do you know my name He repeated himself. "I will not. I have no idea who you are." She started to look around for the nearest security guard. "Look, if you don't buzz off, I'll call security. Trust me, that is not a place you want to go these days." She warned. Saben sighed, he would be the one to get a dense ward. "Listen, those two men over there," he said nodding in the direction of the two Fae. "They want to kill you. Just like in Alaska. I'm here to make sure that does not happen. Your destiny has not been filled yet, it's not your time to die." He explained. He was not thrilled with this assignment, he abhorred having guardian duty over immortals, they were a pain in his existence. However, the Thrones had decreed that she had to be saved. "How do you know about Alaska?" She tried to yank her arm from him where he had grabbed her. "Let go." She began to panic, not caring about making a scene. Saben cursed under his breath when he spotted the two Fae rushing in their direction. The humans around them slowed almost to a crawl indicating a time warp had been activated. "Okay, now we really need to get out of here, Avinn." He grabbed her hand and then shifted, leaving two very pissed off Fae grasping at thin air. --- Avalon Appearing on the Celtic grounds of Avalon, Saben loosened his grip. "In answer to your question as to who I am, I am Saben. Normally I'm on warrior angel duties, but just for you, I'm your Guardian Angel." He stated. He took a step back as her eyes flashed. At least she didn't look scared anymore. Smart female to take into account her surroundings rather than get into an argument with him. He noted the confusion that misted over her features. Avinn's eyes widened at the sight of rolling green hills with a slight mist coming in. The colors around them seemed surreal. Everything was so bright and it was as though she could feel the colors. "Where are we?" she asked, befuddled as to how they actually got there. "This is Avalon. It is where the Celtic Gods and Goddesses live." He answered, waving a hand around. He was getting ready to explain more, but her entire Pantheon shimmered into view. He bowed his head in acknowledgement as the deities gawked. It wasn't everyday an angel paid a visit. Usually an angel meant a harbinger of bad news. In this case, Saben didn't know how his ward would be received. "I have brought your daughter home. The Fae queen is after her." He stated simply before turning to Avinn with a smile. "They will keep you safe. Holler if you need anything." With that, he disappeared. Avinn stared. Surely this was a by-product of the explosion or hallucinations induced by her grief. Perhaps she was in a coma in the hospital dreaming or imagining it? She pinched her arm and jumped at the pain. Nope, wide awake, at least I think so, maybe I just imagined that hurt since my mind knows pinching my arm would hurt, she thought. If I am hallucinating, my mind will convince my body that what happens is real, only it's not real, just in my mind. She continued with that circle of thought until the large burly man in the group bellowed. Dagda, God of the Celtic Pantheon, looked at the newcomer and scowled. He looked at his sons and daughters. "Whom does she belong to?" His voice boomed. "Someone is responsible for her!" A bit upset about her current treatment, Avinn spoke up. "Excuse me." With barely a glance, Dagda continued to demand for someone to claim her. Feeling her temper rise, Avinn did her best to remain level headed. She felt as though she was lost in a Renaissance Fair with the women draped in satins and the men in heavy leather and metal get-ups. This had to be a joke. However, just to be on the safe side, Avinn tried to keep her tone as neutral as possible. "I would be more than happy to remove myself from this place if someone could point me in the right direction out of here." "Father, Avinn is my daughter." Came a soft voice from the back. Everyone parted immediately, turning to rest their eyes on a woman with creamy skin, sky blue eyes and a flaming tumble of curls. She was striking and the resemblance between her and Avinn was apparent. "Brighid, what have you done?" Her mother, Morrigan asked. "How could you? You know the rules of balance." She added, shocked at her daughter's behavior. She was going to bring the wrath of the Heavens down on their very heads. "Mother, I will deal with the consequences, but I would not trade Avinn for anything." Brighid replied, protectively putting an arm around her daughter. "I am aware of the issue of balance. Hence, I sealed her powers and kept her in the mortal world. I had hoped she could have lived a normal mortal life and died of old age none-the-wiser." Avinn shrugged away from the beautiful woman, finally finding her voice. "You can't be my mother. My mother died in childbirth." She paused at the looks going around. "If I'm a problem, just send me home. I could care less about this place." Sure this place was beautiful and as a physicist she felt curious about how she got there through teleportation, but something told her she should get out now. Dagda sighed, remembering what the angel had said. "It's not that easy. Apparently there is a death warrant on your head." He stated before turning to look at his daughter Brighid. "Care to tell us why?" Brighid coughed and cleared her throat. "It might have something to do with her father...Oberon." Normally jovial and pleasant, Dagda did not feel that way. At the moment, he was living up to his reputation of being a warrior when pressed. In this mood, no one cared to intervene. "Oberon? You dallied with Oberon?" Dagda boomed, outraged at her behavior. Brighid shook her head. "Father I am not going to argue the moral grounds of a dalliance. The fact is that Avinn was the outcome and I wouldn't change a thing. She is still family and she needs us." At that, Avinn interjected. "Hold on. You're not my family. I just attended their funerals." Morrigan noted the tremble in Avinn's body. Obviously this overly-taxed her already weary granddaughter. With a wave of her hand, they all shifted to a grand circular room. In a circle of high wooden thrones under the skylight that lit the whole room, Avinn stood in the middle of it all as if being judged. Before Avinn could further protest, she found herself seated beside Brighid. "Please stop doing that." Avinn scowled, not enjoying someone else controlling her body. Dagda looked about the room. "We need to decide what has to be done with Avinn. As is, the only solution I see is to send her to Hell." Chapter Four "Oh Hell no!" Avinn shouted, standing in her seat. Brighid laid a hand on Avinn's. "Father, Oberon and I had a private relationship. Avinn is the product of that. I did not tell anyone due to the rules. I chose to bind her powers and hide her with the mortals to keep her safe. I am aware of Siofra and the prophecy. I love my daughter. I will not allow anyone to send her to the Underworld." "No need to get dramatic." Dagda commented. "I understand the love of a mother. But the Fae Queen will want to see Avinn dead. Avinn is prophesized to overthrow Siofra." He was personally rather proud of his granddaughter; her soul was pure and good. Faerie Tales from Hell Pt. 01 "Wait a second. Prophecy? How about I promise that I don't participate in any overthrow?" Avinn offered. "Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. Avinn, I am afraid you have not have the heartiest of welcomes. We are glad to have you and are thrilled to have you as a member of the family." He said, relaxing a bit. "It's not that you are not welcome, you just pose a bit of a situation. I shall try to explain what is going on as easy as I can. "The pantheons: Greek, Celtic, Chinese, Hindu, etcetera are all bound to have a certain number of members in it. This is to keep a balance between all the pantheons. Any loose cannons are bound to a specific level of Hell designed to house powerful immortal beings." He explained. "Questions?" Avinn opened her mouth and then shut it. She didn't know where to start. "Who set the rules and why do you abide by them?" She asked. From what she knew, Gods and Goddesses were all powerful and answered to no one. "The rules are set by Heaven. We abide by them because the Angels are our fathers. We are the children of Angels and mortal women. Actually, we are the children of Fallen Angels and mortal women. Our fathers are imprisoned in Hell for producing us. Heaven tasked us with watching over mankind and helping them. Over the centuries, man has become less dependent on us, so we have all retreated to our homes and continue to watch over in secrecy." Avinn nodded, taking it all in. "So where do I fit in all of this?" Brighid spoke up. "Father, if I may. Avinn, you are considered a demi-goddess. Your father is pure Fae. Faeries are another type of immortals. Your father...he is the Fae King Oberon." She explained. "That is why the Fae are after you. His Queen wants you dead." Avinn nodded again. "What is the prophecy and what does it have to do with me?" "The Fates decreed that the offspring of Oberon would unseat the Fae Queen. Supposedly, the child of Oberon will be death of her." Branwan, the Goddess of Love and Beauty chimed in. "Your existence is a threat to her. Siofra cursed Oberon to only be able to have children with her and then she took precautions to make sure she never had children." The goddess gave a wry smile. "Apparently, Siofra thought she had a fool proof plan." Brighid gave her sister a glare. "This is not the time Branwan." Her sister snorted but kept quiet. "Avinn that is why I hid you away. It was the hardest thing I have ever done." "So, this Fae Queen wants to kill me because my father is Oberon and it's prophesized a child of his will be the end to her. Hence why the angel said I was in danger." She said slowly. "Plus, my existence is a no-no, so I could get banished to Hell just for breathing." She just wanted to make sure she had it correctly. "That sounds about right, niece. At least you're a smart one." Midri, the God of the Underworld laughingly stated. "Trust me, they are already preparing a spot for you in Hell. I've been hearing the stirrings." He might be up here at the moment, but he kept an ear to Hell to keep up. The appearance of his niece had certainly shaken things up a bit. "The announcement of your existence has been heralded on all levels." Avinn wasn't sure what to say. "Let's see that I have everything straight. Gods, Goddesses, Angels, Fallen Angels, Fairies..." She ticked off, counting on her fingers. "Most myths explained in one afternoon. Not bad." She had the beginnings of a horrid headache. "I have so many questions, I don't know where to start. I guess my main concern is going home. I just want to go home and forget this ever happened." "Avinn, you cannot return to the mortal world. You will live only a few hours at most." Brighid gasped. She looked to her brothers and sisters to see who would speak of the one way she could be returned. Taranis, the God of Thunder laughed. "Now, that is not true. Avinn, you can return to the mortal world...only not as a mortal. You must ascend to your godhood first, then you will be free to return." "Godhood?" Confused, Avinn glanced between her uncle and her mother. "What godhood?" With a silent vow to make Taranis' life miserable, Brighid pasted on a smile. "Your mortal life must end before you can ascend to your godhood. It's nothing really in the grand scheme of things." She shrugged a shoulder. Mortal lives were so flimsy to begin with; it would be but a blip. Avinn looked around the group, her eyes widened in shock. "Wait, hold on. You mean I have to die in order to go home? Well, you can all forget that! I'm not dying. So no. You just have to send me home. Rebind my powers or whatever it is and just send me home. " The God of War, Arawan, finally spoke up. "Don't be foolish. Powers aren't like the shoes on your feet with the strings. You can't tie them and untie at will. Once unbound, they are not to be bound again." He was not one for this non-sense. The damned girl was already a pain in his ass. "Just die and get it over with. You will be the better for it. I can help you along if you'd prefer." Shooting up in her seat, Brighid pointed a finger at Arawan's drawn sword. "Put that thing away! You know weapons are not allowed here. You are not killing my daughter. You so much as harm a hair on her head, you will be hiding in the Underworld for eternity." She warned. Avinn's state of shock gave way to one of fear. Surely they didn't mean to just kill her. Brighid was adamantly against that it seemed. What if they were wrong about things and they killed her and that was the end of it all. After Dagda ordered weapons to be sheathed, Brighid calmed her ruffled feathers. Avinn pinched the bridge of her nose. Perceptive of the little movement, Brighid immediately jumped in. "Why don't we just take a few steps back? You must be tired and hungry by now, Avinn. It's been a difficult week. I have quarters for you." She smiled. In fact, she had a room for Avinn since her birth, redecorating as Avinn got older. Brighid never knew when her daughter might get found out so wanted to be prepared for Avinn's arrival. "You could take a nap, we can have a meal, relax and then tackle what needs to be done later on". Before Avinn could protest, she found herself yawning. The day did wear on her and she hated to show weakness, but she was also admittedly hungry. Although she didn't trust those around her enough to fall asleep near them, she might chance a meal. "Maybe some food?" "Avinn, you needn't fear us. Please, we all want to protect you. Say you will rest after a meal. You can rest peacefully as no harm will reach you here." Brighid assured softly. She sighed a sigh of relief. "Well then...actually a nap would be much appreciated." Avinn could tell she wasn't leaving anytime soon, so she might as well get what rest and food she could before fighting for her life again. Brighid rose and took her hand and they excused themselves. Walking down yawning and ornate hallways, they stopped in front of a set of white and gilt double doors. The ten-foot high doors swung open slowly and the two entered the room. The room changed over the years as Brighid customized it to Avinn's preferences. Currently it was done in shades of green with honey hued wood. The bedroom area housed a huge four-poster bed hung with deep green velvet draperies and bedcovering. The floor was covered in a green marble with the sitting area covered with hand-woven rugs. Also in the room stood floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with Avinn's favorite books. In the next room, the bathroom featured a large sunken tub done in lapis lazuli and in there was a walk-in closet filled with over a hundred different gowns and outfits. "I have waited a long time for you, my love." "You did all this for me?" Avinn felt touched. This room glowed with love. She ran a hand over the bedcovers and swore she never felt anything so soft and luxurious in her life. Everything in the room showed care and love, which gave Avinn food for thought. "It's beautiful." Avinn finally whispered before she walked to the bookshelves. Running her fingers over the books, she smiled. "All my favorite books are here." "I'll leave you to get some rest. If you need anything, just pull this." Brighid said, indicating a needle worked bell-pull. "We will have a meal when you wake up. Sleep as long as you wish." She walked over and kissed her daughter's forehead. "You have no idea how I have longed to do that, my love." Brighid didn't wait for a reply as she shimmered elsewhere to give Avinn some privacy. No doubt there was a lot to think over. She herself had something thinking to do since she did not want her daughter to ascend. Ascension to one's godhood meant a one-way ticket to Hell. But Brighid could not let Avinn be defenseless on the mortal world. So far, Avinn had been lucky in terms of her life. If only Siofra had not visited the Fates. With the way Siofra forced things, Brighid had a feeling the Usurper Fae Queen would bring about her own demise. Chapter Five The Heavens Saben walked onto the training grounds to find his twin brother knocking out a trainee. He laughed, catching the attention of everyone. With the scowl his brother gave him, Saben knew that Jaben was not in the best of moods. "What's got him all pissed off?" Saben asked in a low voice over at Armisael. Armisael, better known to all as Misa, was the only anatomically female Dominion and one of the main seven generals. Misa happened to be a special kind of angel and not many knew about her origins. In fact, Saben didn't know much about the mysterious angel who worked her way up the ranks throughout the centuries. All he knew about her was that Se rather liked her and that Misa spent a lot of time visiting Hell. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" Misa snorted with barely a glance up from sharpening a dagger. Saben shook his head. He jumped in as his brother barked for the next trainee. Maybe competent sparring could release some of that frustration Saben felt coming at him in waves. More attuned to each other than most angels, Saben attributed it to being their twin connection. They were an entwined energy in the universe that got separated into two when Se gave them corporeal bodies. Saben likened it to a fertilized egg splitting to create two identical twins. "Want to talk about it?" Saben asked as he dodged an uppercut. A grunt in response. "Well, my guardianship duties were interesting, thanks for asking." Saben commented as he quickly blocked a couple jabs. "She's pretty hot if you want an introduction. Petite with great curves. Eyes that look like a clear summer sky and these amazingly full lips." "You don't even like females." Jaben grumbled as he now blocked Saben's throws. Saben grinned. "Just because I don't date doesn't mean I don't look." The two fell to the ground in a wrestle. Gaining the dominant position, Saben straddled his twin and tried to find an opening. They rolled a few times before breaking apart and hopping back to their feet. "Did Regina Angelicum reject you again?" That glare Jaben gave would have trainees trembling on the spot. However, Saben was used to his brother's mood swings. As the Head Dominion, a lot rode on Jaben's shoulders. Dominions were the warrior class angels mainly in charge of keeping the Seraphim in check and fighting demons. The Seraphim were Se's personal bodyguards. Each Dominion had been assigned a Seraph and in each Dominion's sword contained a shard of their Seraph's essence. As Head Dominion, Jaben made sure his Seraph, the Head Seraph Thummin, stayed on as good a behavior as possible. However, those damn Seraphim spent a lot of time fraternizing with the mortals since Se rarely required It's seven protectors to stay in the Heavens. The Dominions noted the likeness between the Seraphims' behaviors to the Fallen. Luckily all angels were now infertile otherwise there would be many more demi-gods and demi-goddesses running around. "She didn't reject me again." Jaben growled. Regina Angelicum was the Head Virtue and also Thummin's mate. However, Jaben swore that he and Regina were soul mates. Se personally picked Regina for Thummin, but the two were ill-matched. Whereas Regina tried to make the union work, Thummin did not. Jaben spent millennia trying to convince Regina that they belonged together. "So what's the deal?" Saben asked, pausing mid-swing to give his brother a genuinely concerned look. "Misa, in!" Jaben motioned for the resting Dominion to take his place. Quick on her feet, Misa shouted for the trainees to spar, as she would supervise. That gave the twins an opportunity to talk in private. Angels were notorious gossips. Although everyone knew Jaben's feelings towards Regina, the brothers still preferred uninterrupted conversations. "Thummin went to Hell again." Saben's brows went way up. They had been energy in the universe when Thummin's whole backstory had gone down. Angels existed as energy and only took on their humanoid husks when Se told them to. Thummin gained his corporeal form during the time Lucifer held the position of Head Seraph. "What was he doing down there again?" Saben questioned. Over the centuries and in increasing frequency, Thummin descended to Hell to pay a visit to Lucifer. Supposedly those two had been inseparable at one point with Lucifer taking Thummin on as his prodigy. However, during the revolution, Thummin sided with Se and personally dragged Lucifer to Hell. Jaben heaved a sigh. "He got his hands on some ambrosia and got drunk." "I always wondered what those two talk about." Saben mused aloud as he thought about the barrier that prevented angels from peering into Hell to see the going on's down there. The Fallen could no longer see into the Heavens either. "Well, by the time I found out I had to go retrieve his ass, Thummin had been asking Lucifer what kind of benefits he would receive if he decided to switch sides." Jaben looked around to make sure no one overheard them. "I yanked him out of there and then we got into a small wrestling match before he told me to fuck off and then called up some human female to meet up." Saben nodded slowly. Heck, he liked Regina Angelicum a whole lot. Although built like a supermodel with the face of a seductress, Regina could hold her own in a fight and didn't put up with anyone's bullshit. It was a bit of a surprise that she managed all the little miracle makers and do-gooders. And while Regina focused on her Virtue angels, they all knew how Thummin's not-so-discreet indiscretions affected her. "Why don't you ask Se to remove their bond?" He asked Jaben as if it was that easy. Jaben cut a glare. "I have asked. Over fifty times. Se normally ignores me. This time, It told me that there's plans in the works. Be prepared." Uh-oh. Saben could only imagine what that meant. Se was usually content watching Its creations from a simple bacteria to a celestial body. But when Se had the idea to interfere, things usually got really complicated and known as a whole only to Se. Sometimes the Thrones who were the record keepers had an inkling to the master plan, but no one and nothing knew for sure. Faerie Tales from Hell Pt. 02 Hey all, I resubmitted Part 1 as I realized I uploaded an older version. The part where Avinn exclaims that she just buried her family, I fixed the discrepancy there. Her family was cremated and she was heading to go spread their ashes in Scotland. So that has been fixed, plus some grammatical errors as well. Thanks so much for reading FTFH and I welcome all constructive feedback. ***** Chapter Six Avalon Dagda and Morrigan sat on their terrace. As Dagda sipped his mead, he contemplated this latest development. Turning to his wife, he sighed. "What do we do about the girl?" Morrigan looked to her mate, snapping her fingers so that a glass of wine appeared in her hand. "We can't kill her, she is one of ours. While she lives, she gives us an edge over the others." she pointed out. Morrigan was the Goddess of War, so she was always about strategy. "There is that, but you know the ones above," he said, motioning upwards with his eyes, "they will not allow her to remain for long. They will step in." He stared out across the countryside. "She needs to ascend and fast. Dallying will not help her cause." "I know." Morrigan answered. "But how do we get her to die, she seems rather determined not to do that? She's stubborn like her grandfather." "Well, those pesky Fates stepped in once, perhaps they will step in again." Dagda muttered. "In the meantime, we will just have to persuade her that dying is not the end but the beginning." - Avinn woke up with an odd feeling. With her eyes still shut, she stretched and then yawned. She blinked looking at the unfamiliar room, confused momentarily. Then she remembered. She was in the mythical Avalon. She stumbled out of bed, wrapping the duvet cover around her as she went to her bag thrown haphazardly on the table. Digging for her cellphone, she needed to call her best friend Tally. Tally had planned to go with her to Scotland to spread the ashes and then would fly back to New Orleans with her. Avinn turned on her phone and wrinkled her nose. "Great no signal. So much for the 'world's best coverage.'" she muttered, walking around the room trying to get a signal. She stepped through the huge floor to ceiling glass doors that opened on to her own private terrace. The terrace had several seating areas and an overabundance of flowers and plants. She had her very own private garden right there. She held her phone up, trying to get a signal. She wandered to the stone railing that overlooked the sea and blinked. "One bar!" Leaning over the railing a bit more, she outstretched her arm. She only needed two bars to make a call. "Damn it. Come on." She complained as the coveted second bar blinked in and out. Aware that she could fall off, she determined there was just a teeny bit more of space for her to lean further out. Finally, she had two solid bars. Perched on the railing on her belly, she reached out with her other hand to dial the number. The second bar disappeared. Frustrated, she reached out again and the second bar returned. Elated, she forcefully hit the call button and suddenly lost her balance. She dropped the phone and instinctually lurched for her falling phone. It was too late. Before she could correct her balance, she found herself falling after her phone, the duvet cover fluttering behind her. I'm not ready to die and not naked in the ocean, was her last thought as she fell to her death, her body breaking on the rocks below. - As with all ascending deaths and rebirths, her soul lifted from the lifeless form that lay on the jagged rocks and lifted upwards before settling back where it had started it's descent into death. A copy of her former shell appeared and formed to become the vessel of her soul and life was breathed back into her. While she appeared as she had been, Avinn was now an immortal, a demi-goddess. "Ouch." She muttered, as her entire body glowed and ached from the power surge running through her. Then she wailed. It felt like her bones were breaking and stretching. Her skin felt like a million needles were pricking her. No one ever said dying bloody well hurt. She fell to the floor as her balance and legs gave way. She ended up in a heap on the cold stone terrace. As soon as she hit the terrace floor, she remembered she was still naked. Brighid appeared with a huge smile on her face. "Oh my dear, congratulations!" Avinn glared at her mother. "Was that all necessary?" She asked, wincing as she attempted to stand up straight. She found it highly suspicious that all of a sudden she had fallen to her death right after being told she had to die. She narrowed her eyes at Brighid. "Who was responsible for this?" "My love, no one was responsible for it. It was your destiny. The Thrones had a special plan for you. They normally don't interfere, but there are certain times they need a particular event to occur so they make it happen." She explained, smoothing back her daughter's luxurious thick hair. Avinn had been beautiful as a mortal, but as a goddess, she was positively stunning! "You definitely have your father's coloring, my love." Avinn didn't believe it for a minute, it was too convenient. "I was fine as I was. I didn't need to ascend to anything." Brighid waved a hand and the mess cleared and food appeared on the table. She took a seat, spreading a napkin in her lap. After dying, one was always famished. She made sure to have Avinn's favorites on the table such as pancakes with maple syrup, hot white chocolate, fresh orange juice and hazelnut yogurt. Her daughter stalked back out after grabbing a robe. "Feeling better? That tingling will subside in a bit. Here, have some breakfast, we have a lot to do now." "I'm not hungry." Avinn stated petulantly. Her traitorous stomach snitched on her by growling loudly. The food proved too tempting and Avinn took a sip of juice. "My god that is good." Reluctantly taking a seat, Avinn continued to glower. "Again, dying was completely unnecessary. I wanted to go back to my normal life as a normal person." Her mother chatted happily about powers and responsibility's while Avinn ate silently. She had to admit, food had never tasted this good before. She had three helpings of pancakes and two cups of hot white chocolate. She finally put her fork down and leaned back, feeling like she just gained fifty pounds. "So, what's next?" During breakfast, she'd come to the conclusion there was not getting out of this. Being somewhat pragmatic, she would just tackle it like she did everything else: with grace and intelligence. "Well, you have to learn to control your abilities and protect yourself." Brighid said happily as she made lists in her head of what they needed to do. "I'm not sure what abilities you will have, since you're not specifically a Goddess of anything." Avinn gave her mother a look. "Listen, not that I'm not grateful not to have died on those rocks, but I have a job and responsibilities of my own. I need to be there for them. I also have people waiting for me." Her mother needed to understand that she had her own life and needed to get back to it. All this destiny crap was starting to wear on her nerves. She believed that one created one's own destiny. "My dear, that is not a problem. Time moves differently here. You can actually return to the moment you left if you choose to." She explained carefully. "My love, I can practically hear that brilliant mind of yours working. You have a lot to think about right now so I would suggest you take it easy." "Too late." Avinn laughed. If time were not a problem, then that was one less thing to worry about. Her father would have adored it here. He was one of the world's foremost experts on the Celtic world. He would have been beyond thrilled to visit Avalon. Brighid saw the look and knew what she was thinking of or better yet whom. "He did know, Avinn. Your father that is. In exchange for his taking care of you, he became the world's most knowledgeable human on the Celts. He was a great human, Avinn." Avinn gave a melancholy smile. "I'm glad he knew about this place. He so loved all this." She said waving her hand around indicating their surroundings. "I miss him. Is there a way I could see-" "No, my dear. That is not possible. John Sinclair is at peace. He has returned to the universe." She said softly. "There are things that even we do not dare to do. I'm sorry, my love, but it is for the best." She patted her daughter's hand. "Now, about those abilities. It's not every day that we welcome a new goddess to our fold." "By all means, let's get to the good stuff." Her heart lightened for the briefest of moments. At first she was weighed down by such loneliness, but now she knew she wasn't as alone. Chapter Seven Aos Si Siofra stalked to her private quarters. All could tell she was fuming. Astute, the guard quickly stepped aside. She leveled a seething look at him. Right now, everyone would suffer her rage. "Make sure no one disturbs me." The second and third assassins had both failed. Currently, they were being tortured out on display in the city square. There were already whisperings going on as to what she was looking for. She did not need more Fae getting ideas on overthrowing her. She entered an inner sanctum opened only with her personal magic. She waved a hand and a black mirror appeared. Schooling her perfect features, she straightened and spoke the words to activate the portal. "Oberon, I know you can hear me." The obsidian mirror was the only form of communication her beloved husband had to the outside of the Unseelie world. She had kept it to taunt him and remind him of where he was. At the moment, that ass crept in the darkness just out of her sight. But she could feel him. Oberon finally made his appearance. The once glorious leader looked haggard, his frame smaller than she remembered. That gave her little comfort. She knew it was his powers that kept the Unseelie in a protective barrier from the rest of Hell. Her plan had been to send Oberon and his loyal subjects to Hell to be torn apart by the never-ending waves of demons. However, her husband proved to be every inch the mighty Fae King seeing as he still had enough magic to bubble the Unseelie even after she siphoned so much of his power. She knew if his heart weren't so big he easily could have left his Fae to be slaughtered and used that stored up energy to destroy her. "The all-powerful and rightful ruler of the Seelie. To what do I owe this pleasure, my dear Fae Queen?" Even though he had literally been through Hell, he never lost that sarcasm. It was one of the few things that kept him going. "I want you to know your plan will not work. I will find your bastard and kill her." She spat out acidly. Oberon laughed. "My bastard? Has your suspicions and paranoia finally gotten the better of you?" "No, you lying ass. I know about you and your goddess. I know about the daughter that was born. Trust me, I will find her and I will send her to Hell. Then I will have her brought to the Divide so that you may watch her tortured and raped while you stand helpless to do anything. And you will know once again why you don't fuck with me." Oberon stopped laughing, it seemed Siofra was serious. A small glimmer of hope did manage to spark in his heart. He'd given up hope long ago of ever getting out of here. He knew vaguely what Siofra talked about, but did not let it show. "Don't pretend you don't know. You never could keep your dick in your pants. You think to unseat me with your bastard? Well it will not work. You will never escape that prison, Oberon. You will rot in there, never feeling the warmth of sunlight again." With a smile, Oberon answered. "Well, apparently we will have to see about that. As for a child, I have no knowledge of one, but thank you for telling me about her. In fact, this is the nicest thing you have done for me. I suppose we should all start packing for a move." Her enraged scream was the last he heard before the mirror went dark and silent. On her end, Siofra called for her guards to assemble her generals. There were loyalists in the mortal world that needed to be dealt with before they got to Avinn Sinclair. - In the Unseelie, Oberon sat in amusement. His soul felt as light as a feather. No doubt his trusted followers would find his daughter and enlist her help. When he met Brighid all those years ago, he formed a half-baked plan. He had once loved Siofra dearly and had been devastated that they could not conceive. So he bartered with an Aztec goddess for a fertility potion. Said potion had been used on Brighid and it appeared to have worked. This meant he and his followers would be returned to the Aos Si and he to his rightful place. His magic made the Aos Si. Perhaps his dear wife did not know that his powers would eventually build back up. All he needed was sunlight. Chapter Eight New York Vladimir Petrokoff, Demon Lord to Lucifer sat at his desk, perched high in a Manhattan Highrise. He drummed his fingers on the desk, pissed off at the meeting he was currently having. One, he only answered to Lucifer and two, he hated the individual sitting across from him. Narrowing his eyes, Vladimir motioned at the filthy shoes on his koa wood desk. "Remove your feet from my desk. Now finish up what you were saying so you can get the fuck out." Tabbris, a Seraph, laughed but did pull his motorcycle boots down. "Now, now, no need to get testy. You're one of the few demons allowed to leave hell freely. If anything, I should be the one pissed off with this piddly detail." Vladimir wasn't the average demon and actually held a close relationship with Lucifer. A Demon Lord by all description, he could come and go between Hell and the mortal world as he pleased. Vladmir was a reincarnated demon, meaning he had been born a demon in a human body back in the reign of Peter the Great. Vladimir had been a Russian Prince and lived the good life, much as he did now. In his current incarnation he was a Wall Street genius, owning silent partnerships in almost every major computer firm in the world. If there was a glitch or a virus...it came from this office. With his hands up in mock defeat, Tabbris got to business. "I'm sure you have heard a new demi-goddess was discovered. That damned Celtic Pantheon birthed her and hid her away. Now we have a pissed off Fae Queen after her. You can imagine the influx of complaints from the other Pantheons about balance." "Yeah, I've heard. What has that got to do with me?" Vladimir asked, bored with this conversation. "Sounds like you have a problem. Keeping balance among your bastards has nothing to do with me." "Oh," Tabbris gave a shit-eating grin, "that is where you are mistaken. It isn't my problem. Extra gods and goddesses are Hell's responsibility. Don't worry, my brother already talked with Lucifer. Your boss assured us that you will be taking care of it." He paused. "There is a caveat. She has a destiny to fulfill. Then you can cart her ass off." Vladimir felt the edges of his mouth pull into a scowl. "I don't do escort duty. I'll assign a demon to collect her and deposit her. Are we done here?" Blowing out the smoke from the cigarette he just lit and took a drag on, Tabbris shook his head. "She's a bit of a high profile soul. Lucifer stated you would personally deal with this." Vladimir gritted his teeth. "Fine, I will lock her in a cell myself. I will put the wards up personally. Happy?" He hated fucking angels with a passion. They were a bunch of sanctimonious bastards. This one looked like a blonde haired and blue-eyed biker. Vlad silently scoffed at the thought of someone looking so angelic bordered on the line of a soul barely redeemable. And to think this angel's twin was the infamous head Seraph Thummin. Tabbris barked a laugh and stood up. "Always good to do business with you." He added before shifting out of the office, intent on finding some pussy and some booze. Vlad growled after the angel left. This was all he needed, babysitting a damned goddess. He had planned on taking a tour of his offices across the world, now he would be stuck in here until this was cleared up. Chapter Nine Three months later Avalon "Damn it." Avinn cursed as the lamp she materialized faded from view. She sighed and looked at her aunt Rosemerta, the Goddess of Wealth. "What am I doing wrong?" "Avinn, you're not concentrating." Rosemerta laughed. "Envision the item, feel it with your mind and then project it." She instructed. "Go ahead and try it again, my dear." Her niece was one of the brightest women she had met in a very long time. Her niece was, however, a klutz and her magic reflected that. When Avinn tried again, the bowl materialized fully and stayed. Rosemerta reached and picked it up. "Congratulations, you did it!" Avinn clapped her hands as she laughingly danced with her aunt. "Thank God, I was starting to worry." She admitted sheepishly as they settled down. She took her bowl, tossed it up, snapped her fingers and it disappeared. "I seem to be able to make things disappear much easier than make them appear." Rosemerta laughed. "Yes, that is always the easy part." A loud gong sounded and her aunt dismissed herself. It was time for Avinn's next lesson. The next class she had a love-hate for. She appreciated that her uncle Arawan trained her on how to protect herself, but she also could do without the bruised muscles and broken bones. Luckily her godhood made healing broken bones a speedy recovery. "Uncle Arawan," she greeted him when she entered the training room. Nary a training pad in sight, Avinn became close and personal with the solid stone floors on many occasions. Not that she expected for her uncle to go easy on her, but neither did she expect to end every lesson with a bone broken or a joint popped out of place. "About time, Avinn," he growled before he threw a sword at her. He nodded approvingly as she managed to catch it. As hard a time as he gave her, he admired his new niece. She was a stubborn female, but determined to master what ever she set her mind to. "Better. Much better." Her defensive stance improved drastically. Training Avinn had been a challenge, the girl tripped on thin air. That proved helpful many times when he otherwise would have made contact. But it also proved deadly as she tumbled into nearly impaling herself on the practice sword. Luckily he had quick enough reflexes to avoid that disaster. He did not need Brighid breathing down his neck. The two of them went at it until they were both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He saw an opening and went for it, realizing when it was too late how she tricked him. She purposefully left herself open and took the opportunity to catch him in the back with the broadside of her sword. "When did you start faking that habit?" He asked, impressed. Avinn beamed a smile. "Three months ago. I figured if I let you think my left side was my dominant side, I could one day use that to my advantage." "Well no need to look so pleased with yourself." Fighting a god of war ended up with more than her fair share of hurts, but Avinn persevered. She knew her mother would never let her return to her life until she learned to defend herself. At first, Avinn believed she could learn well enough how to shift and materialize to keep dodging danger. However, the more time she spent in Avalon, the better she knew that she needed to learn to be offensive rather than just defensive. "I am pleased. Now, remember your promise." Avinn reminded him after she caught her breath. He'd promised her that once she bested him, he would tell her mother she was ready to go home. He never understood why Avinn didn't want to stay in Avalon. Faerie Tales from Hell Pt. 02 "Aye, I'll tell her. I always keep my word." He caught his own breath before shouting for his sister. "You bellowed?" Brighid shimmered in behind them. He gave her a solemn look. "This one is ready to go back." Brighid's mixed emotion of elation and sadness showed on her face. "Oh my dear, that is wonderful. I am shocked to be sure, but so very proud of you. I suppose a deal is a deal. You do know you don't have to leave though." Avinn saw her mother's face cloud over. "It isn't as though I'm never going to see you. I'm returning to my world and my life." Who knew how much longer she had to actually enjoy it before someone assassinated her or dragged her off to Hell. In the three months that she had been here, she and her mother had become rather close. Avinn never had a mother. Believing her mother died in childbirth, Avinn never questioned it. Her father insisted he didn't want another wife and then delved into work. Also, raising four children as a single parent no doubt made it difficult to date. "I feel as though I just got you back. Forgive me. It is difficult to see you go." Brighid tried to smile. "We still have so much to talk about. And I do need to tell you about your father. Oberon that is." Avinn wanted a bath, but put the thought on the back burner. She took a seat while her mother sat opposite of her. After half a minute of silence, Brighid began to talk. "How to explain Oberon? Well, being what he is, charming first comes to mind. Fae are so connected to nature that it is sometimes like looking at nature and being drawn in by its beauty. Imagine a beach sunset, or in your father's case, storm clouds and lightning over a violently churning ocean. He is intense and possesses a great deal of magnetism. He isn't without faults. He is one of the few such powerful Fae and as such grew accustomed to getting his way. He may have changed being in the Unseelie, though I doubt it. Regardless, he will be overjoyed to learn of you. He always wanted children." Nodding, Avinn let it all sink in. She knew a bit about the Unseelie, having done her own research. The Fae world was known as the Seelie and the capitol was called Aos Si. When Siofra created the Unseelie, she made a deal with Lucifer himself to have that specially built prison erected in Hell. The area of the Unseelie acted as a giant transport pod that took a chunk out of the Seelie and moved it into Hell. However, Oberon used what little power he had left to put up a force field that prevented anything from getting in and also prevented anything from going out. Avinn thought aloud. "Why does he need me to free him? Why can't he just free himself? If he is stuck in Hell, can't he just put down the barrier at the exact time he tells all the Fae to shift out of there?" "The Unseelie is a prison, Avinn. Even if your father had not used his powers to create a barrier to safely house his followers, they cannot shift out of that level of Hell." "I guess they will be looking for me then." She responded quietly. Although she meant her father's followers who wouldn't harm her, she also knew her comment extended to include Siofra and her assassins. With a nod, Brighid agreed. "Yes. Remember I will always be here to protect you, love." They talked for a bit more before Brighid finally agreed to let Avinn go. "You must concentrate, Avinn. Your magic is a bit unusual. Also, remember to keep iron on you at all times. The Fae can't stand the stuff. They also cannot enter your home unless invited." Brighid paused and materialized a bracelet and a pendant. "These will help you." In her hand she held a thick antique iron bracelet with woven Celtic knots and a pendant of a smooth stone with a hole in the middle. "Is this one of those stones where the hole was bore through with water?" Avinn asked curiously as her put on the pieces. Brighid nodded. "Yes. It will help you see through their glamour. You will know it is a faerie if you see translucent wings. Glamour is a bending of light. Mere illusions." She also materialized a large tome. "This has everything you need to know. It is a spell book and informational guide kept in the family for centuries." Her mother stood and waved a hand to open a portal that would send Avinn back to the airport about an hour after she left it. The Fae assassins would have left by then. Avinn would catch her flight to Scotland to spread her family's ashes with her friend Tally. Then it was back to as normal a life as Avinn could muster before she knew she fate would inexorably lead her to fulfill a destiny she honestly wanted no part in.