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Nikita and her twin sister, Cassandra, grew up alone in the cold, cruel world. Unwanted by even their own parents, the girls had to fend for themselves since about the age of five, when their demonic heritage was discovered by the orphanage's matron. Upon this discovery, the two were forced out onto the streets to eek out a living through theft and deception. To make matters worse, despite insurmountable evidence to the contrary, Cassandra remained the eternal optimist, always wanting to believe that people are inherently "good". Nikki almost envied her sister's naivete, occasionally even finding herself wishing that she could be so happy. Sure, she loves her sister, but ofttimes she was simply infuriating; always being easy for people to take advantage of.
At the age of 13, Cass's kind, trusting nature got her into the worst trouble in her life. While Nikki was busy selling her body for money to buy food (one of the few perks of being related to a succubus, you tend to "blossom" early), Cass was approached by a man who had convinced her that he would provide for her if only she would "do a favor" for him. Thus, when Nikki had "finished", she returned to find her sister missing; and only a short note left in her place.
Turns out, the man who took Cass away was a high-ranking member of a local crime family, and his boss had heard about this innocent young piece of meat and wanted her for himself.... By the time Nikki had tracked down which family took her sister, and fought her way through their outer defenses, it was too late. She had arrived just in time to see the building literally explode in flames. Taking advantage of her infernal resistance to heat and flame, Nikita rushed into the building to find her naked sister sobbing in a corner, the only corner of the room untouched by fire. Cassandra's magic had awoken in her moment of direst need, but from the look on her face, it was too little, too late.
For the next two years, Cassandra didn't speak a word, and was plagued by nightmares of what had happened to her. Strangely, on the twins' 15th birthday, she started to smile again. At first Nikita was indescribably pleased. She felt that perhaps her sister was finally beginning to heal from the trauma she had endured. After awhile though, she began to realize this was not the case. Quite the opposite, in fact. Cassandra was masking her pain behind a smile and sweet words.
Only a year later, the sisters were separated once again, though this time not by any third party. Nikita awoke one night to find her beloved twin missing yet again. A frantic search of their living area produced a note, written in Cassandra's own hand. This was somewhat surprising, as Nikki had never taught her sister to write, only how to read so she could navigate the city more easily if she became lost.
"Dear Nikki,
I know it's been really hard for you all these years. Always taking care of me, looking after me, feeding me, teaching me. I'm so grateful for everything you've done, but... I don't want to be a burden to you anymore. You should be free to find your own path in life. One that doesn't include taking care of me for the rest of our lives. *tears stain the page here, blurring some of the words* ...Please don't try to find me. I'll be fine, I promise. I learned a lot from you, and besides, I have my magic to protect me. I love you so much, Sister. Don't ever change.
With eternal love,
Cassandra"
Nikita was in shock. She had been looking after Cassandra ever since they were little. She had sometimes been resentful of this responsibility, but always took it seriously; and now, it was *Cassandra* who had left *her*. She vowed to find her twin sister again someday. Even if only to ensure that she was truly safe by herself. She shook her head. No, Cassandra *would* be fine... but... she missed her already. It *hurt* to be alone. If it hurt her this much, surely it must have hurt her beloved twin even more to do the leaving, especially if she mistakenly believed herself a burden. The thing was, while this note was surely no more than a few hours old, those few hours were more than enough for her sister to disappear if she truly desired to. Especially if using magic to disguise her appearance. Nikita broke down and sobbed, clutching the note to her chest. She cried until she could do so no more, and then fell into an exhausted sleep. When she awoke, she felt empty. Devoid of every feeling except pain and bitterness.
Humans. She hated humans. They were the ones who caused this. It was *their* fault! Humans are the worst of scum. Worse than any demon of Hell. Worse even than the "Arch Devils" that ruled over that realm. They hurt her and her sister in unspeakable ways. They would be made to pay, she decided. And so began her seven year vendetta against the humans of the world. She threw herself into training in anything that anyone could teach her. Swordplay, Magic, Trickery, anything would do. She learned how to hone even her latent supernatural senses, using them to hunt down "evil" beings. Believing evil to be a point of view or abstract concept rather than an inherent "law of the universe", her targets were many and varied. They ranged from what most consider to be "goodly" beings, such as Aasimar (those touched by the "Upper" Planes), to the worst scum of humanity.
Despite this, she still found time for more "physical pursuits", often having sex with anyone who would lie with her. While it was true that she could gain small amounts of energy by "feeding" on her partner during sex, the real reason was a desperate attempt to fill that void in her heart that her sister had created with her sudden departure. Being immune to most types of disease, Nikita never bothered to practice "safe" sex, instead opting for what would give her the greatest pleasure. Men, women, something in-between, it didn't matter much to her. All were pleasurable in their own ways. Naturally, these acts eventually caught up with her. One fateful day, she awoke from bedding her latest male partner feeling extremely ill. At first, she feared that she had somehow acquired some horrible sickness, but when it eventually passed enough for her to visit a healer (whom she had bullied into helping her), she heard the most shocking news she had ever heard since Cassandra's note said she felt like a burden to Nikita. She was pregnant.
"I'm going to be a mom..." she whispered quietly aloud, stumbling slightly before sitting down heavily in the nearest chair, her face ashen. "I... I can't be a mom... I'd be a horrible parent..."
The healer's expression softened from one of fear and mild anger at being bullied (which she later explained was unnecessary), into one of compassion. She told Nikita that anyone can be a good parent, if only they truly love their child. Nikita's hands folded gently over her slightly bulging abdomen as she looked up at the healer, genuine hope in her eyes.
"R-Really? ...but I don't know the first thing about how to raise a child. Let alone what happens while you're pregnant.."
The Priestess of Illmater (for that's who this particular healer was), calmed Nikita, suggesting that she can help her if she desires it. However, it would not be without some cost. While she won't accept money for her services, she insists that she will also not allow Nikita to free-load, pregnant or not. She must be willing to work a little in order to receive the help and advice she so desperately craves.
Seven months later, in the middle of the day on a rare solar eclipse, Nikita gave birth to a little girl. She named her newborn daughter "Alexis", and swore to her infant child that she would always love her and look after her. In time, however, Nikita grew restless again. The promises she made to the Priestess, especially those concerning not sleeping around anymore, were beginning to irritate her. She had lived in this church with her daughter for seven years now, and recognized the signs of wanderlust when she saw them. Seven years to the very day that she had come to this church seeking answers to her pregnancy dilemma, she and seven-year-old "Lexi" left to wander the world again.
Where will their journeys lead them? That, my friends, is as yet unwritten.
Feel free to let me know what you think of the story!
Nikita and her twin sister, Cassandra, grew up alone in the cold, cruel world. Unwanted by even their own parents, the girls had to fend for themselves since about the age of five, when their demonic heritage was discovered by the orphanage's matron. Upon this discovery, the two were forced out onto the streets to eek out a living through theft and deception. To make matters worse, despite insurmountable evidence to the contrary, Cassandra remained the eternal optimist, always wanting to believe that people are inherently "good". Nikki almost envied her sister's naivete, occasionally even finding herself wishing that she could be so happy. Sure, she loves her sister, but ofttimes she was simply infuriating; always being easy for people to take advantage of.
At the age of 13, Cass's kind, trusting nature got her into the worst trouble in her life. While Nikki was busy selling her body for money to buy food (one of the few perks of being related to a succubus, you tend to "blossom" early), Cass was approached by a man who had convinced her that he would provide for her if only she would "do a favor" for him. Thus, when Nikki had "finished", she returned to find her sister missing; and only a short note left in her place.
Turns out, the man who took Cass away was a high-ranking member of a local crime family, and his boss had heard about this innocent young piece of meat and wanted her for himself.... By the time Nikki had tracked down which family took her sister, and fought her way through their outer defenses, it was too late. She had arrived just in time to see the building literally explode in flames. Taking advantage of her infernal resistance to heat and flame, Nikita rushed into the building to find her naked sister sobbing in a corner, the only corner of the room untouched by fire. Cassandra's magic had awoken in her moment of direst need, but from the look on her face, it was too little, too late.
For the next two years, Cassandra didn't speak a word, and was plagued by nightmares of what had happened to her. Strangely, on the twins' 15th birthday, she started to smile again. At first Nikita was indescribably pleased. She felt that perhaps her sister was finally beginning to heal from the trauma she had endured. After awhile though, she began to realize this was not the case. Quite the opposite, in fact. Cassandra was masking her pain behind a smile and sweet words.
Only a year later, the sisters were separated once again, though this time not by any third party. Nikita awoke one night to find her beloved twin missing yet again. A frantic search of their living area produced a note, written in Cassandra's own hand. This was somewhat surprising, as Nikki had never taught her sister to write, only how to read so she could navigate the city more easily if she became lost.
"Dear Nikki,
I know it's been really hard for you all these years. Always taking care of me, looking after me, feeding me, teaching me. I'm so grateful for everything you've done, but... I don't want to be a burden to you anymore. You should be free to find your own path in life. One that doesn't include taking care of me for the rest of our lives. *tears stain the page here, blurring some of the words* ...Please don't try to find me. I'll be fine, I promise. I learned a lot from you, and besides, I have my magic to protect me. I love you so much, Sister. Don't ever change.
With eternal love,
Cassandra"
Nikita was in shock. She had been looking after Cassandra ever since they were little. She had sometimes been resentful of this responsibility, but always took it seriously; and now, it was *Cassandra* who had left *her*. She vowed to find her twin sister again someday. Even if only to ensure that she was truly safe by herself. She shook her head. No, Cassandra *would* be fine... but... she missed her already. It *hurt* to be alone. If it hurt her this much, surely it must have hurt her beloved twin even more to do the leaving, especially if she mistakenly believed herself a burden. The thing was, while this note was surely no more than a few hours old, those few hours were more than enough for her sister to disappear if she truly desired to. Especially if using magic to disguise her appearance. Nikita broke down and sobbed, clutching the note to her chest. She cried until she could do so no more, and then fell into an exhausted sleep. When she awoke, she felt empty. Devoid of every feeling except pain and bitterness.
Humans. She hated humans. They were the ones who caused this. It was *their* fault! Humans are the worst of scum. Worse than any demon of Hell. Worse even than the "Arch Devils" that ruled over that realm. They hurt her and her sister in unspeakable ways. They would be made to pay, she decided. And so began her seven year vendetta against the humans of the world. She threw herself into training in anything that anyone could teach her. Swordplay, Magic, Trickery, anything would do. She learned how to hone even her latent supernatural senses, using them to hunt down "evil" beings. Believing evil to be a point of view or abstract concept rather than an inherent "law of the universe", her targets were many and varied. They ranged from what most consider to be "goodly" beings, such as Aasimar (those touched by the "Upper" Planes), to the worst scum of humanity.
Despite this, she still found time for more "physical pursuits", often having sex with anyone who would lie with her. While it was true that she could gain small amounts of energy by "feeding" on her partner during sex, the real reason was a desperate attempt to fill that void in her heart that her sister had created with her sudden departure. Being immune to most types of disease, Nikita never bothered to practice "safe" sex, instead opting for what would give her the greatest pleasure. Men, women, something in-between, it didn't matter much to her. All were pleasurable in their own ways. Naturally, these acts eventually caught up with her. One fateful day, she awoke from bedding her latest male partner feeling extremely ill. At first, she feared that she had somehow acquired some horrible sickness, but when it eventually passed enough for her to visit a healer (whom she had bullied into helping her), she heard the most shocking news she had ever heard since Cassandra's note said she felt like a burden to Nikita. She was pregnant.
"I'm going to be a mom..." she whispered quietly aloud, stumbling slightly before sitting down heavily in the nearest chair, her face ashen. "I... I can't be a mom... I'd be a horrible parent..."
The healer's expression softened from one of fear and mild anger at being bullied (which she later explained was unnecessary), into one of compassion. She told Nikita that anyone can be a good parent, if only they truly love their child. Nikita's hands folded gently over her slightly bulging abdomen as she looked up at the healer, genuine hope in her eyes.
"R-Really? ...but I don't know the first thing about how to raise a child. Let alone what happens while you're pregnant.."
The Priestess of Illmater (for that's who this particular healer was), calmed Nikita, suggesting that she can help her if she desires it. However, it would not be without some cost. While she won't accept money for her services, she insists that she will also not allow Nikita to free-load, pregnant or not. She must be willing to work a little in order to receive the help and advice she so desperately craves.
Seven months later, in the middle of the day on a rare solar eclipse, Nikita gave birth to a little girl. She named her newborn daughter "Alexis", and swore to her infant child that she would always love her and look after her. In time, however, Nikita grew restless again. The promises she made to the Priestess, especially those concerning not sleeping around anymore, were beginning to irritate her. She had lived in this church with her daughter for seven years now, and recognized the signs of wanderlust when she saw them. Seven years to the very day that she had come to this church seeking answers to her pregnancy dilemma, she and seven-year-old "Lexi" left to wander the world again.
Where will their journeys lead them? That, my friends, is as yet unwritten.
Feel free to let me know what you think of the story!
