A new name

Author's note: Due to her rebirth as a vampire, Lily would be known as 'Depravity's offspring' until she's been renamed.

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—Depravity's Offspring

When I opened my eyes, I was still in the bed where my creator had fed me. It was a delightful thing, too, covered in the smell of him. I wanted to bathe in that scent, so I nuzzled my face in it, marking myself with him, my dark god.

Listen. You need to think clearly. It'll hurt to do it, but you need to make yourself.

I frowned at that voice, wondering what it was talking about. It seemed like the response to a riddle, and if I thought in the right way, I could think of the answer.

But then I got distracted with the sight of the little black fairies that seemed to dance around me. They guarded me and protected me, I knew, and they spun through the air like little pinwheels.

On the walls, there were symbols painted. Well, they were kind of painted, but they looked like symbols of smoke hanging in the air, powerful symbols, and those protected me, too, I knew.

They had a smell, like the scent of heaven, and when I inhaled deeper, it made me smile even happily.

No! Don't disappear. Think. You can do this. Remember.

Remember what? Remember the way my Master and creator had fed me in such a wonderful way? I nuzzled the blankets again, giggling, happy.

I wanted to kneel at his feet and beg him for more of those slaps against my flesh that had made my skin feel like it was singing.

I wanted to watch him give me more commands because when he did, I could see the words leave his lips like black tendrils that wrapped around me and made me obey him.

Goddamnit, if you can break through, you would understand how powerful you are. But you have to focus.

What was that voice, and why wouldn't it leave me alone?

Why wouldn't it let me just happily remember the way he had felt with such a huge cock stuffing me so full that it was heavenly?

What did it want me to focus on?

I frowned because I thought there was something it wanted me to think of, something that would cause me pain and make me scared again.

Yes! Yes, fear is your friend and it will help you! It will bring you back!

Back? I giggled. Back from what? Where did the voice think I had gone?

I'd been right here since I was born and all I cared about was that scent and its owner.

No! No, don't! You weren't just born! You have memories and a past and you need to remember it!

A past? I frowned, thinking, trying to push through an oppressive blackness.

It was like trying to swim through molasses but little by little, I could see that there was a surface and something behind it and I just had to break through-

"You're awake."

The vision shattered and I looked up to see him and then sat up in his bed, naked and excited.

My maker and Master and god.

He wore jeans and a T-shirt and stood in the doorway, relaxed with one hand in his pocket.

Beneath the flesh of his arms, I could see the appearance of that other black creature that swirled inside my Master, that wonderful thing that had helped make me.

I giggled up at him, adoringly, and he shifted at the sound of it. "I could feel the moon and she told me to wake up," I answered with a grin. "Will you always feed me when I'm hungry?"

I couldn't help but ask, a little afraid. I still remembered that terrible emptiness, so complete it felt like I would die from it.

It had been so hungry until he filled me up, made me whole. "Yes, love, anything you need at all is yours. Anything you want is yours."

He said it with such fervor and conviction that I smiled and felt myself reassured of that fear. I crawled towards the end of the bed, closer to him, and inhaled his scent delightedly.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

I grinned up at him, flexing my teeth so that those razors in my mouth grew longer. "Silly Master. I don't have one. You made me and you haven't given me one yet."

He grimaced. "Right. Are you like Vika? Do you- Ah. Damn it. Okay, let's try asking this way. What do you remember, love?"

I tilted my head and curled up on the end of the bed. "I remember waking up in your arms and there were swirling mists and I appeared here. And then I remember the hunger and you feeding me and so much pleasure. I love how you feed me."

No! No, there's more! Years of more if you'd just listen! I frowned and shook my head and tried to refocus.

It helped when I looked back on my Master and I smiled again, while he watched with a tilt to his head.

"You're still in there," he said softly. "I can see the struggle. Is there a little voice in your head fighting with you? Does it feel like a puzzle tickling at the back of your mind, like if you think hard enough you can remember something else?"

Yes! Tell him yes!

I didn't really want to, but I also didn't want to lie to my Master. "Yes, sir."

He beamed and I smiled with him, delighted that my answer pleased him. "I'm glad. Whatever he did didn't manage to destroy you like the others. Alright, I can bring you back and I think I know how, but we can't right now. Whenever the little voice bothers you, I want you to tell it that we'll remember soon, but right now we have other problems, okay?"

"Okay," I said it and nodded, while that small voice said it with me and fell quiet.

"Good girl." I purred when he said that and he smiled. "For right now, what kind of name would you like, little one?"

"I want you to give me a name, Master."

He considered that, nodding. "I suppose you would want that, wouldn't you?" Slowly, he seemed to grin as he considered it.

"And I do too, actually. The thought makes me happier than I would have ever expected it to. Let's see. What to call you, little atrocity." He said it playfully and I thrilled to the sound in his voice, smiling up at him.

"Something playful, even pet like, though not in a degrading way. Oh, and with a face like that, it has to be something beautiful, for sure." He watched me as he spoke, flirting with me, and I grinned, grabbing one of the pillows to cuddle it and watch while he spoke and paced.

"Let me think."

"And it has to be something he likes too," I interrupted.

He turned. "Oh? And who do you mean?"

I pointed at the blackness swirling beneath his skin, under his bare arm. "Him."

His brow furrowed and he looked at his arm before shock lit up his eyes. "You can see him?"

"Of course I can. He's like me and he helped you make me, too. Does he talk to you?" I asked it abruptly, unsure where the knowledge came from that the other creature might have a voice and might be able to speak, but suddenly certain of it.

For a long while my maker stared at me and then he seemed to change. I leaned forward with eager excitement, watching the creature beneath his flesh roil and rise as if active.

He seemed to glow with its black power, like an angel, and when he opened his mouth, black smoke poured from his lips, smoke that made me salivate at the thought of kissing him and swallowing it.

"Yes, he does speak."

It even sounded different, like a soft snarl that made me open up for him to feed me, made me want to bow to my Master.

And then he giggled and it sounded just like mine.

But then he seemed to exhale, letting loose one last breath full of smoke, before that darkness beneath the surface settled back to its calmer shifting.

But I had seen the god he could become now and I knew that god could be powerful, so much so that it took my breath away.

That god could level a city if it was allowed to waken to full potential. I stared up at him, adoring and filled with awe. "That was magnificent."

He smiled shyly and almost seemed embarrassed. "Thank you, love. And we like the name Mira. What do you think?"

I leapt up to his arms and buried my nose in his chest where the scent would cover me, so that he laughed.

"I love it!"

And then I grinned up at him. "Master, will you give me a command? It makes smoke when you do."

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