Legacies

[Lira Dajenn]

This was too much.

These walks. These long journeys with this creature. It was simply too much. It was like the pets belly taunted her. Every time she moved and swayed, every time she stumbled and walked. It was an insult in the face of Cerise, it was like the creature was deliberately trying to hurt me. A scowl formed on her face in the fifteenth minute of her walk.

She couldn't take this.

She couldn't handle this.

It simply would not do. Her eyes shifted over to Evie, and then down to her stomach, full and bulging as it was. This creature was taunting her, belittling her! Her face turned evil for a second, not mischievous, not playful, pure and utter evil crossed through her pale blue green eyes.

“She plans to get rid of you after the baby's are born.”

Those were the only words Cerise said. The only words she needed to say.

Evie would dig her own grave with that.

 

[Louise]

Yo, Cerise. Ever think that you're just a little bit crazy, little bit possessive, a little big unhinged? Maybe you need to stop hanging around with that Nemene lady, she's rubbing off a bit too much and you're not exactly adopting her good side. It's time for the intervention.

Evie of course, was blind to the narcissistic unreasonable rage that was building within Mistress Cerise, no, her mind stuck to what mattered. Being good.

The words came like a fist to the gut (but thankfully did not come with an actual fist to the gut).

Throughout this entire pregnancy her life had been sublime, for from the creatures of chains and magic. No, she was the pampered prized pet! Happy, healthy, good. Or was she? Evie was far too stupid, far too caught under the cloud of complete control to even consider that Cerise might have been lying.

Her face fell immediately, vacant eyes already beginning to find themselves filling with tears. Evie's very definition of hell was a world without her Goddess, her entire world was the act of obeying, being good and pleasing the woman that was everything to her.

Despair surged throughout her very core, and she turned to Mistress Cerise, already in the beginnings of great blubbering tears.

“But....b-but, Evie has been good, Mistress! Evie...doesn't...d-d-doesn't want to...”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“Yes.”

The word flowed from her in one easy syllable, but there was clearly more coming. She had fire in her eyes, she wanted to hurt Evie, she wanted the girl to despair and cry. She hated Evie with every fiber of her being. Her face twisted in a scowl.

“But what good will you be after? She has all the Sorcery knowledge she needs. You're nothing.”

Cerise turned away from Evie. Had she been a Sith the hate would have been flowing through her and fueled the darkside, but sadly, as was her greatest failing in her own eyes, Cerise was but a mortal woman. She could not serve Nemene in the capacity she truly wanted. She could not be the Sorceress that Nemene craved to have at her side.

She could only be normal.

 

[Louise]

Poor Evie, it wasn't her fault. Cerise was in dire need to step back and separate the entities of Evie and Evelynn, because they may have inhabited the same space but they were definitely not the same being.

It was hard to forget that throughout all of her misfortunes that Evelynn Dorn was by and large, an awful person. She had committed just as many atrocities as her bond sister, to her bond sister and why? For fun, and an inch of revenge of course. Evelynn completely deserved Cerise's ire...but Evie...

...not poor little stupid Evie.

Their slow-paced jaunt throughout the ship came to a grinding halt. Like a puppy that had been booted square in the face she looked upwards at the woman, her face the very definition of pitiful sorrow.

“B-b-b-but...”

She didn't know what to do. Her completely controlled brain spiralled into a state of panic as if this very suggestion triggered fight or flight. Or rather beg. She dropped to her knees altogether a little too suddenly, fully swept away in a state tears.

“M-m-mistress! Huh-help me! I w-w-want to stay h-here with you, and G-goddess!”

Sniffle sniffle sniffle.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Cerise looked down in disgust.

Her eyes shifted over Evie, and then to her own feet, and then back to Evie. She hated this creature, she really did. Evie had never shown her malice, had never tried to do her harm, had never even lifted finger against her. That had all been Evelynn of course, but Cerise didn't care. She didn't care about Evie, or what she wanted, what mattered was what she wanted. Not some stupid little beast.

Unfortunately for Cerise however, Nemene wanted her. Evie could not just be tossed out, Evie could not just be gotten rid of. She was Nemene's pet Sorceress, and finding a replacement would be nearly impossible.

“Perhaps...” The words pained her to speak. “I will speak to her about keeping you.”

She tasted bile.

 

[Louise]

Poor Evie.

You're a bad person. You're going to space hell, and I'll see you there. You'll see me there waiting with Evelynn and Steph Zenima, holding space crowbars in a threatening manner. We're gon' break your space legs, girl for this needless cruelty to animals.

Already upon her knees the woman collapsed onto the ground even further, although this was rather impeded by the size of her stomach. Caught now in the clutches of wild panicked sobbing the creature's hands snaked out to clutch at the ankles of Mistress Cerise. There was desperation there, in the most absolute form. She didn't understand, she couldn't understand.

But there was hope, wielded so kindly by Mistress Cerise. The pitiful creature looked up, bloodshot tear-stained eyes gazing at the woman who she thought was so gracious for helping little Evie.

“Th-thank you, Mis-m-mistress! Thank y-you!”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

It was done.

The Legacy was ensured, the babes were here, and Nemene was happy. She held one of the little parasites in her arms, a blanket wrapped around the tiny human as it slept, put into a deep rest by a small twitch of the force. Opposite her stood Cerise, holding the other child. The twins were resting contently within a deep sleep, one boy, one girl. Both were incredibly powerful in the force. Both would grow up strong, Nemene could feel it, she could sense it.

“You did it Mistress.”

Nemene smiled, cradling the child in an almost motherly way. Cerise watched her in utter worship. Behind them, in a room to the left lay Evie, also asleep, though through no trick of the force. The Pet Sorceress was simply tired from today exertions.

The Raven Haired Queen smiled at Cerise and nodded. “Yes.”

She had done it. She had her legacy. Of course there was still work to do. Both of the children were genetic anomalies. They were created in a laboratory and designed to grow quickly. Within a year they would look like they were eighteen years old. That came with problems.

Their bones would be more brittle. Fast growth ensured to that. Beyond that they would age faster and the Darkside of the force would corrupt them quicker, but Nemene planned to put a stop to this once they reached their full age.

Gene Therapy would ensure that he children would live normal lifespans, perhaps even longer.

“Take them to the Nursery.” Nemene commanded as she handed the other child to Cerise. The woman practically beamed with pride as she took up her burden.

Nemene only smiled, and watched her leave.

It was done.