Snippet #2085008

The naked body of the Mother Moon lay glistening with sweat atop the bed of Malakath. The oval resting chamber of the God of Darkness in his Icy Tower. It was here he called home. Here at the top of the tower where his Frozen Throne sat awaiting it's masters return. Arktorius fitted the last of his armor on but took his helm in his hands, enjoying the cold wind in his hair. Luna sat up, the bed sheets clinging to her seductive body ever so perfectly.

"How I've missed your touch My King."

Arktorius turned with a cold stare.

"Have you now?.... Then you'll be pleased to know you won't have to suffer being apart from me ever again."

Her head cocked in confusion.

"My Lord?"

"Here you will remain, in the Underworld until such a time that I see fit to release you. You will serve as my personal mistress as long as I desire you to be so."

Luna pushed herself from the bed in an instant as she clung to the sheets around her body.

"But my great King, how am I to preform my lunar duties from here?!"

A dark grin formed on Malakath's face as he leaned in and held her chin is his hand.

"Fret not my flower, your celestial duties will not be hampered. The lunar cycles will go on unhindered, the tides will come in on schedule but YOU will remain. Your body, your consciousness, the whole of your being will be trapped in my realm unless I decide to release you. You will not be able to speak to any outside of the Underworld, your connection to your daughter has been severed. She may gaze at your image in the sky but you will be powerless to answer her pleas yet you will hear them all. Your punishment for your betrayal."

Luna's eyes shimmered with sorrow at his words yet his dark influence so overtook her she slowly nodded in understanding and acceptance.

"It is for the better Mighty God of the Void. For now I can better serve to please you without distraction."

Arktorius smirked and nodded as he released his hold on her chin.

"My sentiments exactly."

Turning from his imprisoned concubine Arktorius made his way out of his dark palace to stand before his throne outside in the winds of the Underworld. His wicked mind turned his brothers, still standing at the Grim Forge. They also drifted, even if for just a moment, to his servant Inglip who was dutifully awaiting his reward at the temple.

"Now... to which to attend to first?..."