The Sensual Serpent

The next morning before the sun came up, the servants placed much of Doom's belongings in a carriage separate from the one he would be traveling in. On this particular trip, he decided that he would not have a grand procession. He wasn't interested in drawing attention to himself on the way to his destination. He knew it was vital to arrive heavily guarded due to the many enemies he had made over the years. It brought great joy to his evil, cold heart when he thought of the many humans he had tortured and killed over the course of his lifetime. Too many to remember.

A grieving Vashite accompanied him down the steps of the mountain of power to his carriage. He was dressed in snake themed, chunky, all black armor. It had been many years since he had worn this particular armor. She was covered up from head to toe in white robes. She would dress modestly until his return; for he was the only reason she dressed scantily clad any other time. They kissed each other for the last time before he left.

"I wish not to leave you my sweet girl." Doom reassured her before deeply tongue kissing her.

"I know papa. Please return to me safely. I love you so much. More than life itself." She said while she wiped away her tears with her hands and looked at the ground.

Doom lifted her chin gently. "I shall return to you safely. Worry yourself not. Remember my instructions precisely. I will frequently send word from one of my servants to you of my whereabouts when I get settled in. My love for you is deeper than the ocean. As it shall always be."

He climbed in the carriage and waved to her as they rode off. Vashite fell to her knees and two female slaves helped her up and took her inside. Doom and his men could see the princess's procession coming towards the Mountain of Power.

This time that they would spend away each other would be a true test of her faithfulness. He wanted to be sure if she would be the one he would give immortality to and spend eternity with. His expression turned stony when he thought of the one who lived with him years before Yasimina arrived. Before the construction of the Mountain of Power. That harlot Atarah. When she had been forcefully defiled by one of his men, he couldn't forgive the awful crime they committed against him;  not that he cared much for her anyway. She must've done something to cause it to happen. He felt she should have done more to prevent it from happening.

His heart warmed as he reminisced about how much amusement he had watching them both be dismembered. He felt himself get aroused when he remembered her screams as her flesh and bones were ripped from the joints all at once by horses. He hoped that Vashite took heed to his advice and save herself from this same fate. He instructed her to arm herself at all times and kill if necessary to prevent them from touching her. She would be automatically unfit for him to marry if this happened.