Celine - Staying Broken.

“…entrust yourself to another person.” Droy falls silent after she finishes her sentence. Celine wonders, did she just say that? Was she not **** to do all of this? Then again she started to enjoy it after Uklag bound her to that wall with his enchanted chain. Well, she probably would have enjoyed anything after that fiend tortured her.

Imagines popped into her head of the demon with his chain, his laughter his. Celine pushes the thoughts aside and looks down on her child. Remembering things before she vowed allegiance to the twins are hard for her nowadays. It seems like another life. It becomes even harder when she tries to look before her capturing at the hand of the fiend.

She know she had been a huntress, a good one even. She knows she had been from a village close to here. Her parents she doesn’t quite remember. Did she have siblings? Do they miss her? Celine pushed the thoughts aside again. Those questions would only lead her to doubt her mistresses and why would she want to do that.

After all they have given her so much. Pleasure, yes so much pleasure, a husband, a kid. Celine’s life is easy, she does what she is told and in return they give her pleasure. It is easier to remain broken and not remember who she once was.

Droy stands up from her bed and sits back on his desk. “Anything interesting today?” Celine asks, “Besides just becoming a step-father?” Droy grumbles, “Let’s see, several informants have told me that an organization called the ‘Freefarmers’ is gaining steam in Brikstrat. Everywhere else similar but a lot smaller groups are quickly forming. What Uklag did in Arlheim didn’t go unnoticed.” Celine gives her husband an angry glare; she doesn’t like it when he refers to the Master without his title. “Master Uklag.” Droy corrects himself, feeling the unfriendly gaze.

“Better.” Celine hums satisfied. Exchanges like this were usual between them, Celine only had something to do when her mistresses called her so every bit of work she gets the chance to do she does.

Speaking of her mistresses the two suddenly barged in. “Where is the child?” Aelana shouts. “Ah there it is.” They completely ignore Droy and leap at the bed. “Aw, he looks a lot like his father.” Analea says, “You think? To me he looks like a potato.” Celine feels a bit embarrassed by the later statement but keeps her mouth shut. “Whatever, Sister.” Analea sighs. “Can’t wait until he turns 21.” Aelana chuckles, “Hope he will build up a great cult.”

“21?” Droy asks, “I though you fuck him as soon as is balls drop.” “Demon Rule, no fucking of under age kids.” Droy wants to ask but he closes his mouth and simply continues working. No use in understanding otherworldly sex demons.

“What should we call him, I wonder?” Analea says and stubs the little boy. “I am halfway tempted to call him Uklag, just for the fun of it.” “I am fairly certain that will bring you eternal scorn.” “I know, I know. How about that warlock? You know, the one that gave me the curse.” Analea thinks about it for a moment, “Yeah that fits. They also look a lot alike. Irhef it is.”

Celine holds up her baby, “You hear that, Irhef, the mistresses just gave you a name. Your Mother will be very proud of your future, I am sure of it.”