(Written by AngelNight and Rulke)
Having basically given hope of getting a job, the siren was nearby the waters of Nyx, just sitting on rock overlooking the water and sighing heavily. In her hands she had her Lyre, her eyes were wet with obvious tears and her sadness was tangible, totally devoid of any happiness they were bloodshot and appeared like she had been crying for a long time, how long was hard to say but as she sat knees clutched to her chest and her hair unwashed, she almost seemed like some dirty beggar not former Gambit's entertainer out of work and out of hope. A siren, a being who could get what they want with the whispers, suggestions and melodies of their body and here she was a wreck, staring into the pool, black and unclear just like her heart, just like her soul, would her body even float up or would be devoured by engulfing darkness never to be seen once more.
Yusuf sat down slightly adjacent to her, about ten feet away and gently tapped the waters. His potent and powerful magic clearing up the pool instantly with the ripples moving across. No matter the passive potency of the water's magic, his magic was more powerful generally. the pond rippled with life and color, fishes of extravagant colors and stones with even more insane colors lapped up near the edge of the pool where she sat, bringing a calming and loving essence to the whole area. Yusuf sent a track in the spell, hopefully leading her eyes towards him, where he pushed a length of white blond hair behind his ears and smiled, his small fangs gleaming seductively.
Hearing the movement, she turned her head slowly, taking the person in and frowning, then the frown turned to horror as flashes of the banquet party hit her hard.
The satyrs listening, then tearing her clothes off and violating her, as she screamed stop, stop, stop. But her spell had been too powerful too seductive and they would possessed by their need to fuck her, to keep on, every orifice thrust in and out of, blood, semen and her own milk soaking the scene, and falling unconscious and awaking in this nightmare.
As she remembered her gaze faltered and trembled out the words, "Do it... it's all you are good for... don't even need hear my song, just do it and be done... because a few seconds later, I will fall in here and drown myself."
Yusuf slid in next to her, his hand weaving a spell around her. Feathery bliss. Calm. Tranquility. She was on a bed of feathers in the mid morning sun, the ocean breeze flowing in and out, making the transparent curtains around the bed go 'tut tut tut ut.' The wind slowly calmed down, and she was at the pond again. Yusuf, who had seen the fear and sensed the pain softened his sharp and mean features to look more womanly and caring.
He smiled reassuringly. His smile was the sort of smile that brought you in, and focused yourself on how much good there is in you and the world. "You doing okay, puella?"
Staring at him in confusion, as his features morphed she near fell in the water, but steadied herself and glared, "No mere tricks shall fool me, you are a monster, monsters know monsters for I am one, my voice can sink a thousand ships and I did so without mercy, without care all because they wanted to touch, caress the maidens of the sea, the ladies of the rocks, shipwreck dreams and slowly they sink into an oblivion bliss."
Yusuf frowned, morphing his features back to what they were. He placed a hand on hers. "But while monsters are monsters, monsters need things too. We may be evil in essence, but that does not mean we do not have a sense of love, compassion, right and wrong. We often do what we do as a means of survival. If I had the chance, I would not prey upon the weak." He coughed a bit, his lungs sounded like they were shattering. A big black lump of evil poured out of him, and onto the ground next to him, where the earth swallowed it up and made it pure once more.
Still rather unbelieving she responded, "I tried alternate route, I listened to the Dryad who gave me this powerful instrument, this device and it worked, it worked for a while, but now it's broken the dream is merely like the tides, in and out, eroding all my hopes and dreams. You honestly believe you are the cure I seek, I was evil sadistic bitch once and still there far more evil beings in this world, and so I lived for music, but living for music is empty when there is no money being earned." she sneered staring at him, "I could make you bow down like a good dog and walk away or drown myself but sing for you to do nothing, you are merely another fool who fallen for the impossible in pursuit of perfection. A siren has no heart, no compassion, we doom, we destroy, our voices are not meant to do anything but kill."
He superfluously leans back with a snort. He changes his whole body into that of her true from. "Dearly, you think you are the only evil in this realm? In this universe?" He switched his form to that of a flickering between her and him, their voices intertwined into a sick caracophony of beauty and disgust. "We are one and the same that way. Yearning for balance and true form, but nothing really comes into our lives but more sick and twisted acts of fate."
He disappears, and then reappears hovering above the center of the pool, himself again in a suit and a red velvet top-hat. "But each day come and goes with a grasp of intelligence and hope. Yet we both let it go!" There was a flash and he was next to her again. "Is it really so bad to try and reach for the better?"
He smiled. "I'm not saying I'm the cure to your sorrow and loneliness, and neither you to I." Yusuf's hand reached out in a sad despondent way, pure sadness and yet a glimmer of hope in his blue-green eyes. "Will you try with me?"
Considering a little she would reply her voice going to a haunting melody, "Unchained hearts, broken starts, ending finishes empty loneliness and sea of sorrows. It will come and then go, the waves will be erotic the pleasure burling but when the storm comes the drowning sadness and crushed hollow will not be soaked by the saline you desire. I am whispered lie within a song, my voice will rob you of aspirations and drive you into a frenzy, but then the tide leaves and you will only have naught." with that she would stop singing and nod slowly, maybe now he would understand.
Taking her Lyre she aimed ready to fling it into the pool and follow soon after, "Ariel became bubbles, I shall become the secret of the bottom of this pool."
He sat there. Completely unaffected. His eyes shone in delight as he morphed the pool to leave an open spot for the lyre, and had it hover back to her. "Do not give up something that kept you happy for so long."
Growling she would stare at him, "What the hell is your problem? I am sick of games, I am sick of playing this thing, I fallen down too many snakes and good or evil I can't win. I try help others, try improve others lives, blossom affections and wonderful overriding desires. And still I lose. This is only solution and you are being a prick and depriving me of even this!" she flared up angerily and her eyes flashed red, her teeth sharpening, before she resumed control of her human form.
Yusuf throws his hands up in the air. "By the gods, you are insufferable. Me this. Me that." He growled deeply in his throat, pulling out clumps of hair. "Can you not see the cosmos and how it shines with your beauty?! Can you not see that life is immeasurable?!" With the strength of a thousand men he grabbed her face and turned it to the stars. "When was the last time you looked at the stars and wondered?!"
"And you're an arrogant twat who hides behind every disguise under the sun! At least I don't pretend to be someone, I was depraved murderess who ruined many spouses life by destroying their loved ones. I am a musician who tried to do right and with sheer ability of my voice can heal a thousand wounds. You are a facade, pathetic lowlife who does not even have decency to be anything but lies and more lies. You think I am insufferable, you wear nothing but clothes, not a face, not a smile not even eyes. You are nothing, you may as well rip your face off and that be more honest."
Yusuf's skin boiled as he let go of her. His eyes turned inside out as the flesh melted off of his bone and turned to ashen mud on the pure ground. He grew, his muscles becoming skin, organs falling out and being replaced by pure dark energy. At the end of this cacophony of screaming and pain and death, a monster stood before her. Ten feet tall with diseased skin and wings made out of tentacles and darkness, he growled and screamed in the thousand voices of darkness, "This is what I am! I hate it."
In two seconds flat he was back to his normal self, panting and sweating, his hands clenched until they bled. "At least your true form drives people towards you, not away." He screamed in sorrow.
Clapping her hands, she just laughed, "Oh how maudlin I almost believed you, but the hamminess and outright why me sentiment really blew it. If you want real pain, then kiss me, I dare you and touch the lips every death man graces before his fall. Not a male, no more males, I want a female's lips to touch mine, after all I depressed so many, so let's see how they feel when under the seduction of the whispers of the waves."
Yusuf morphed into a woman, long black hair and flowing purple robes. He went right up to her and kissed her on the mouth, his barbed tentacle tongue flowing into her mouth like salt water, harsh and angry slashing around and writhing like a dying animal. No matter how potent and how evil her magic was, he absorbed it like a doom filled sponge, taking it into himself and changing it into his own. The new She lashed out, pinning Nerine to the side of the pond, her long hair flowing into the dark again waters as Yusuf mounted her, pinning her down with his strong calves.
There was a dark sadistic chuckle as she kissed back fiercer whispering in their head, "A siren song, a siren gaze, silent shrills, silent haze." all the while loving the side she could let loose, her shyness and compassion completely evaporated with this whole ordeal. The lyre strummed mournfully, maybe later she would regret succumbing to her true nature, but for now, she embraced the forgotten caresses and let loose the insatiable and delectable surges, each quiet song, echoing through their mind, as she worked her magic and was dominated, but in wanton sense, her fingers flowing through their mane, she sighed and took in the waters that been forbidden to her senses, washing over her very humanity as each leech within their mouths mounted a probing attack.
Was it merely an illusion who had the control?
Yusuf pulled her by her hair and slammed her head into the ground with a distinct thud. His nails racked down her body, letting blood trickle from the rounds. Hands still wrapped up in her hair he went down along her side and lapped up the blood, then spitting it back into her mouth. Flashes between the female form, the male form, and the true form were blurry, giving an indistict and utterly terrifying look to his lust ridden body. He went down to kiss her again, gently, and then slammed her head into the ground. "Take it. Like the whore you are."
With a sharp laugh, she pushed him off surprisingly easily and with another giggle she stood up and sang a mournful song, ignoring the blood, as her body turned ethereal as the song echoed and her body shone in blinding flash, then while melody kept on the eyes flashed and she spoke, "Empty heart, empty soul, empty emotions. Take in the song, take in the rapture and be free of your madness, let the music be your guiding muse, give into the whispers your body weeps. I shall kiss each part of you, each tear you shed, give me your all, give the music of your pleasure. I desire you, a siren is never refused!"
Yusuf smirked, leaning back casually on one elbow, a little trickle of blood running down from the corner of his mouth as he grinned devilishly. His mind began to become blurry with the sensation of her music. So instead of keeping up a facade, he let himself melt into pleasure. His head flew back and an evil laugh escaped his lips, floating up visibly to dance around Nerine. He sang along an old and ancient tune that most will not remember in a language long considered dead. His head lolled back and forth, twisting and snapping in odd fashions so fast it looked demonic. He answered in the voice of a thousand pains, "Let your wish be my desire. Tell me what to do."
She had to admit, they were quite flamboyant, but nonetheless she had only one as of now, "Show me how a woman's love is better than that of a male, convert me away from the chorus of drunken sailors and let your caresses be the rocks I crash into, to succumb to not lust, not whispers of affection. But love." with that she held back no longer and with a mighty melody the music began as she threw all her power into removing their defenses, removing their inhibitions and forcing them to fall in love. It was sadistic, it was cruel, but she no longer cares of compassion or kindness, this was her desire, to take this person and have them as her own and in her chosen form!
Yusuf laid there, blankly. His body melted into his normal and accustomed form out of shock. His hand laid there, twitching. He knew this feeling, the feeling of being so controlled over an emotion. The wave began ebbing at this mind, showing itself as more and more twitching. Finally he let out a primal scream, rending the earth beneth him in two and taking the pieces of the earth and throwing them far far far away leaving a pit that would forever be called Devil's Mouth. He then curled up into a ball, and cried, the earth shaking below him as his body shook in despair and anger.
Turning to him she uttered a cruel suggestion, "From this day forward you will be stuck in the form of a woman, a woman I desire, listen to my song and take the madness I inflict." with that she sang loudly and proudly as the words slunk over their mind and rewrote his knowledge and understandings of the powers he bore. It was the olde magic she once kept locked tight, but now she was letting loose and the predator had now become prey for now, as she would be submissive in the end, she just wanted to prevent some things.
Yusuf stood up when he felt his mind being torn asunder. He went back in time two seconds to control the area. It became harder to try and be ethereal for extended amounts of time. The air around him pulsed with darkness, then flared and broke out as the demons of a thousand worlds broke the barriers of time and space. The darkness even for a siren was sickeneing and made it hard to breathe. Evil like this had not been presence in this plane for so long the trees of a thousand years cringed and the leaves began to fall during spring. He flared up a spiral of purple and screamed, rejecting her new reality.
...
But not the love.
With a slight cough, she stared up, puzzled and finally still singing, weaved deep into the crumbling fabric and sang to life the dying plants and flora with an almost visible hurt as she turned to him and smiled, before letting ear piercing scream with the words woven into the song, you could hear.
Then it stopped and she said, "I see you understand what I am doing, you brought my dark side out and even regret it, it's not a matter of winning or losing, it proving I am worthy to your love, the person your cold heart beats for in this unerring sadness, we share. We are not much different, both creatures who lived in the state or euphoria within the pleasure of spent lives and loving the pain we cause the people who live. Like it or not, we are soul mates."
Yusuf growled, the darkness around him subsiding into a black whirlwind centralized around his heart. "You could have warned me. I don't mind you trying to prove yourself, but trying to manipulate me to do your will completely?" He laughed, a thousand devils flying from his mouth and disipating into the night. He looked at her slyly and wagged a finger. "That will not do, mon puellae."
She laughed at his reaction and simply said, "I figured you would appreciate the flamboyant madness I was eliciting with this. But nonetheless, I can't love a man, not after what they did, call me bias, call me blind but I want soft caresses not cruel tastes of the night. I want you to choose a form for me, and keep it instead of your male. You love me, you desire me and I will give you all want, but simply take on my worries and accept being with a male is just not possible of me." with that she waited and stretched amazed it had come to this, they were kindred and close, it was terrifying but yet a certain pleasure.
Yusuf crossed his arms and laughed. "I can understand having to be a female for intimacies, but puella, I like my dick. I am not going to get rid of it just for you. I am willing to change form for sex though. That is not odd. But otherwise you will have to deal with the fact that: I. Am. A. Man." He snorted and relaxed back into Devil's Pit.
Staring at him she laughed and said, "It's rather funny in a sense, you are here able to take on any form, but still you must limit yourself to one gender alone. I find it fascinating in a sense. The rules are such, intimacy including kissing you're female when talking you can have your security blanket if it will keep you from bitching."
He saluted her and smiled widely. "Gotcha, matey! Wait... What if I was a hermaphrodite? would that work? Either way I'm okay." He stretched out and yawned, blowing rings of purple smoke out of his mouth. This smoke descended upon the land, cleansing and healing the flora and fauna, bringing it back to it's original beauty.
