~~SYSTRIX~~~~Chapter 1 very beginning~~Systrix of TantariaI’m here, she’s not! She can’t get here now. And here is far better than herreality. Everything there is HER! Everything here is not her, including me. I am nother anymore. I can finally be ME; I am my own now. If she comes here, this placewon’t be beautiful anymore. I won’t be me anymore either, I’ll be her again. Noway! I like me, and I don’t want to be what she wants. I am better than mother, I ambeautiful like this world is beautiful. I belong here, she does not!Those were Systrix’s first thoughts as her mind and spirit took form afterstepping through the gate into our world from Chaos. Her chaos form was left inFeminine Chaos, now her Tantarian form developed at unreal speed. Her will, herpersonality and her purpose was forming from what she wanted to be, not how shewas designed.Systrix was the epitome of feminine sexuality and beauty in chaos, now thosedelicate characteristics became manifest here. Tall, easily over six-foot with acurvaceousness that would be unequaled among women. Divinely voluptuous, welltoned with flawless, hairless skin of pure cream would titillate the senses of thosewho looked upon her. But where she came into the world had no eyes to appreciatethe new goddess of feminine perfection. There were none to lust after her fiery-redtresses; wavy while they moved about in the gentle breezes as flames lick aroundfrom a fire. Her crowning glory looked like she spent hours making it just so, butthat was her natural gift to herself. Her eyes a haunting innuendo that could meltthe confidence of even the most masculine of gods. Systrix made them from herfavorite color: a pale, mirror-like silver luminosity that would flash in the darkness.Enticing men and women alike, they were a beacon to her, helping her lovers findher even on the darkest night. Everything about her features complemented eachother; her heart-shaped face was the palette upon which her luscious full, brilliant-red lips adorned. Poetically beautiful and an artists image of perfection describedher nose. Strawberry red and skillfully shaped brows she manipulated withexpression to draw lust from even the most puritanical and repressed.Systrix was not delicate boned, she was vivacious and expertly proportioned, apinnacle of womanhood that belied strength and tender domination of superiorfeminine sensuality. This gave her the ability to always get her way with but a poseand batting her long, black eyelashes a few times.Systrix is the embodiment of glamour, style and radiant splendor. Any who areblessed to catch a glimpse of her would readily agree with my words. Never has itbeen said that Systrix looked ‘all right’. She is the succubi of glamour andbeauty, sexuality is her domain. She can read the fantasies of men andwomen,.........~~Excerpt from Chapter 2~~~"FEMTRIX~~
.......Cool, bubbling creeks that lazily meandered through the mountains foothillsseemed like a good spot to relax and think. Femtrix was experiencing for the firsttime of her existence peace and serenity. She was the first of the Chaos Princessesand the most powerful succubi. That was how she liked to think of herself. Havingauthority and dominion over her other sisters added to her feelings of superiority.She never had time or the inclination to just relax. Chaos is a flurry of activity thatappears to have no purpose, a hectic agenda of mysterious intents. Femtrixpossessed no concept of what it felt like to just be idle. Her mind was always curiousand scheming so she laid there in the cool waters, thinking about herself and feelingsedate.She got out of the waters and sat on a flat, over-hanging stone and looked downon her reflection. She smiled at what she saw. Narcissism set in as she admired herown features. A perfectly shaped mouth that curved upwards ever so slightly at thecorners gave her expression a promisingly cruel impact, beautiful none the less. Hereyes, haughty and commanding, only hinting at an almond shape, gave her visagea wicked beauty. Intense emerald irises burned with passion and she toyed with herability to change the brilliance of them. They could simply be intense green or shecould project her emotion into them, changing them into an emerald green-fire thatseared the air around her face. Her nose was slim and elegant adding to her intenseimage of wicked-beauty. Frowning at her reflection, she noticed her hair, black asthe deepest night, was straight and had no real style. Focusing, she formed andgave essence to her hair, shortening it and creating a perfectly coifed, bob-stylewith straight bangs in front that stopped mid-way on her forehead. The sidesframing her face were flawless; no hair fell out of place. Femtrix worked and toyedwith her hairstyle until she got it just right. She wanted her crowning glory to sether image of commanding authority and structured dominance, she made her hairshort in back, off the nape and tapering into the rest of her bob-style. One lasttouch, she decided. She added a white shock to the right side, only in the front nextto her bangs, setting her image. Perfect, she thought with self-love at what she haddone.Femtrix studied her flawless, ivory skin. Should I deepen my complexion? Shedecided against that, her skin stood in stark contrast to her hair and eyes. Her lipsshe gave a deep burgundy color to, the color of fresh blood or a vintage red winecolor seen when its held up to the light and viewed.Standing at six-foot eight, she was the second tallest of her sisters, only ........~~Excerpt from Chapter 9"The First Cyssa"......Synope was legendary in the eyes of all elves, not just Eloi. Her timeless beautyand irresistible allure and charm instantly brought reverence and deferencewherever we went. As a little elani I could do no wrong which fostered a nastystreak of insolence in my behavior.
Looking back makes me cringe with shame at the nasty little brat I was. It is saidthose at the top have the farthest to fall and that was triply true for yours truly. Iwas even tutored by none other than Lord Aleme! But that is not such a haughtyboast; Eloihim took the time to tutor as many young elani and elam as he could,often holding classes with near a hundred Eloi children. It was during my tutoringtimes that my real lessons started.Father Aleme held many sessions on topics of philosophy, which includedmorality, justice, equity, and ethical use of power and balance. After he hadlectured on a particular point, he would open the topic for questions and discussion. The day father Aleme was teaching on the ethical use of power was the day myimpudence was finally dealt with.I used to keep my long honey-blonde hair in nine braids, but I kept long bangs toalmost cover my azure eyes. Decked out in my favorite iridescent green outfit andabsently twirling a few braids, I interrupted father Aleme’s lecture with aquestion, “Eloihim, from all this talk of justice, ethical use of power and what-nots, how did you apply that to the dwarves?â€
Father Aleme frowned at the interruption yet he maintained his composure.“What do you imply, elani-Rachel?â€......
~Excerpt from Chapter 31~~~Battle of Imiapill~~Evil Incarnate hated Maneloi and virtuous Mininx, and he had utter contempt forwhat he termed the ‘riff-raff- men; common men who made the world what it is.It was the common man who built the cities, tended the fields, worked the factories,dug the ore out of the mines, struggled against inclemental weather and staggeredunder the yoke of unfair government and exorbitant taxes. The common man wasthe disposable heroes in the infantry and the unsung, valiant men who funded thepraise of their commanders, never getting a medal or a noble burial. It was thecommon man who died in cold, dark places without recognition for their ultimate,personal sacrifices. It was common man who struggled constantly and was alwaysexploited; those of power thought of them as a ‘natural resource’. Commonman was the working class of the world; they were the laborers and the skilledtradesmen. Common-man children had a rough go in their early years, very few of them received academic education, most learned in the school of common senseand hard knocks. These men, the backbone of all societies on Tantaria, Evil termedthe ‘riff-raff’ men. It was these men who had had enough of misery andslavery for others gains who made a stand against their oppressors. These commonmen fought not for glory or prestige, but to create a better world for their childrento grow up in. It was I, Rachel Amratiel, who believed in these common men andchampioned their cause to live free, happy lives. It was in the interests of gratitudethat I fought for their cause. I am elani, to fight for the under-dog is my meaningand purpose; this day was the trial of my convictions along with all the others that
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