Gender:
Status:
Age: 35
Sign:
Scorpio
Country: United States
Signup Date: August 11, 2025 |
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09/12/2025
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Family: Pre-Made Profiles
Lord Vlad Dracul-La Mara (Brother) (TAKEN)
Prince Zagan La Mara (Twin to Devika) (Son):
Lord Samael La Mara (Brother): (TAKEN)
King Leviathan La Mara (Brother): (TAKEN)
Queen Rusalka La Mara (Daughter): (TAKEN)
Queen Kalypso La Mara (Daughter): (TAKEN)
Queen Empusa La Mara (Daughter) Father is Lord Satan: (TAKEN)
Queen Ambrosia La Mara (Daughter) Father is Emperor Osiris:
Princess Kebechet La Mara (Daughter) Father is Emperor Osiris:
Queen Mystery La Mara (Whore of Babylon) Sister:
QUINS (Not sure on Father, Bael is no longer here in HOS)
Prince Raith Alaric La Mara (The Quins, Son):
Princess Harmony Viola La Mara (The Quins, Daughter):
Princess Sadira Ella La Mara (The Quins, Daughter):
Prince Korbyn Tate La Mara (The Quins, Son):
Princess Oriana Willow La Mara (The Quins, Daughter):
Princess Ava Marie La Mara (Twin to Mia Rose) Father: Leviathan
Princess Mia Rose La Mara (Twin to Ava) Father: Leviathan
Princess Xarissa La Mara (Daughter) Father: Lord Satan
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09/07/2025
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Blogs Links for HOS Membership (2025)
Application Blog: https://www.isleofroleplay.com/view_blog.php?id=0000000428
Rules Blog: https://www.isleofroleplay.com/view_blog.php?id=0000000429
Blogs for Joining House of Solomon
Any questions, please just message this page
We also have Pre-Mades if anyone is interested too
Rulers of HOS
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08/27/2025
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Husbands (2025) Isle of Roleplay
Solomon La Mara
Lucifer La Mara
Axel Chevalier-La Mara
Rhomus La Mara
Leviathan La Mara
Osiris La Mara Egyptian (African American Playby)
Zyan La Mara
Audunar Thorirsson
Victor La Mara
Vlad Dracul-La Mara
King Xenos
Paimon La Mara
Lord Satan La Mara
King Zavier La Mara
Wolfgang La Mara
Lord Kratos (KOS) Son: Hector
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08/23/2025
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Likes & Dislikes (Roleplay Verse) 18+
Likes: Fetish, Incest, Orgies, Pagan erotica, Satanic
sex/orgies/rituals, Occult. Voyeurism, Anal, Toys, Sadism; Wax,Ice, Blood &
Cum play, Menophilia, Feathers, knives, spanking etc, BDSM, Piercings,
Ink, Vinyl-leather-latex, Uniforms; school girl, nurse, cop, etc, Two Men One Woman, Bi Play, both men & women, Public Sex, Cuckhold, Strap-On, Face Sitting, Mistress,Snowballing, Cum-play, Biting, Foot
Worship, Water Sports, Exhebitionism, Shape-Shifters,
Monsters-Creatures, Oil, Tit Fucking, DP etc, Rituals (eg The Great
Rite: Wicca), Mother & Son(Virginity 18+), Drugs, Bad Boys, Dirty
Talk, Blow Jobs, Blindfolds, Sex Shops, Body Painting, Food Play, Lactation Play/Breastfeeding Bukkake, Cream Pies, Dancing, Swimming, Squirting-messy orgasms, Exoticism (Harems, lush gardens, Silk, turkish baths, opium dens, Island
Paradise's, Royal Courts, Turkish Baths, Belly Dancers, Veils, Feasts,
Decadence, Opulence), Exposure(Feeling physically exposed, such as with
legs open, a woman's shirt left open to expose her breasts, being forced
to undress in public), Smoking, Fisting, Foreplay, Lap Dances, Fetish
Clubs, Interacial, Romance, Picnics, Men in Suits, Hand Jobs, Historical
& Period Settings, Medieval Era, Intelligence, Intimacy, Intoxication, Magical Themes(Faery Tales), Masks, Masturbation, Medical
Play, Nautical Themes (Pirates, ships & the sea), Gang Bangs, Nipple
Play/Torture, Oral Fixation/Fetishzation(lips, tongue or whole mouth,
french kissing, licking; Oral displays using food or beer bottles, smoking cigars or cigarettes or pipes, Priests & Nuns (Blasphemy/Sacrilege) Black Mass Orgasm Denial, Noise (Moaning, humming, growling, being enthusiastic), Otherness & Outsiders(Mutants, Aliens, Demons, Angels, Half Humans,
Eccentrics, Elves or other magical beings, Vampires, Were Wolves), Pain,
Pampering, Massage, Pornography, Romantic Slavery, Rape(to be discussed
first), Rimming-Tongue Fucking, Rough Sex, Ropework(Intricate/Artistic
erotic bondage), Roughnecks(Cowboys, Tarzan Figures, Crude Language,
Violent & Dark Natures, Primitivism), Rogues(Pirates, Mercenaries,
Hitman, Royal Bastards, Tricksters), School Themes, Sex with clothes
barely on, Sixty-Nining, Slow & Prolonged Sex, Stocking/Lingerie, Submission (maybe), Swallowing, Swords, Talking & Communication(Dirty Talk,
Poetry Reciting, Verbal Seduction, Phone Sex, Sweet Talking), Telepathy, Tentacle Sex, Vaginal Penetration with Foreign Objects, Violent &
Dark Natures, Virgins, Voice Fetishization(Whispering, husky, purring,
accents), Candle Lit Dinners, Walks on the Beach, Woodland etc,
Warriors, Sex in the Rain, Bubble Baths, Wet & Messy(Mud, oil, food,
slime), Love Letters, Alpha Males, Anal Butt Plugs/Beads, Anonymous
Sex(Glory Holes, Clubbing, Alley Sex, Fertility Rituals, One Night
Stands), Aphrodisiacs, Asphyxiation(Choking, breath play, smothering
with buttocks-Mistress), Femme Fatales, Biological Imperative(Being in
Heat, Mating Drive), Toyboys, Brothels, Deep Throating Dungeon Sex Parties Fucking in Public Horror Characters/Serial Killers (Ghostface)
(9) Dislikes: Scat, Real Beastiality, Age Play , Hardcore BDSM, Traitors
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08/23/2025
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Biography {Vandella) 18+
Biography [Part 1]
October 31st signifies the date that Vandella
Elizabeth La Mara came into being, she was not born of this world but
that of the dark hell of her fathers, Lord Satan. Her mother was Naamah,
a great goddess and queen of hell, and one of her fathers many wives,
the siblings Vandella did have were scattered to the ends of the
universe, she would never know just how far her fathers sin had spread,
but that mattered not. The night she was born had been a feast
night, Samhaim was the third most celebrated holidays after ones
birthday and Walpurgis Night (30th April, Night of Witches). Her mother
had engaged in the many rituals and affairs of the night, but had also
felt very tired in doing so, the birth was preying on her mind, and now
very imminent. Taking her leave she left for the Unholy Temple, there
she was joined by Lord Satan, a midwife, The High Priestess and The High
Priest, who would all be involved with this birth.
As Naamah was
placed on the altar, Lord Satan moved to his wife, placing a hand over
her bare belly, her body naked before him, his eyes closed, and now
chanting a spell to help the delivery. The Midwife moved in, making sure
all was in order for this birth, the High Priest and Priestess all
looking on, arranging to do their part in this Unholy birth.
As
contractions ripped at Naamah's uterus, the chanting continued, the baby
slowly moving down the birth canal, her thoughts now channeling her own
mothers, she was ready. Naamah's screams echoed in the temple, her legs
spread as the baby now crowned, her husband moving around, smiling back
to her as he first caught glimpse of his beautiful daughter.
The
midwife looked on, a blade ready to cut if need be, her dark eyes to
Lord Satan and then encouraging words back to Naamah as she now let Lord
Satan's hands guide the baby out. Naamahs fingers too worked down over
the baby's head, her eyes to her husband as she slid those fingers up to
her clitoris, moving them hard now as she felt the baby move further
out, her orgasm building, her screams becoming ones of pleasure as
Vandella was born in a wave of intense orgasms.
Lord Satan nodded his
approval to his wifes actions, loving the fact that his baby girl was
born to a gush of orgasmic nectar, he believed all spawns should come
into this world this way. The look on his wife's face now was of
pleasure, the birth had stimulated more orgasms, even as the midwife now
took over, the priest and priestess coming closer, laying their hands
on Naamah, giving her strength. Vandella was now laying in the arms of
the midwife, then handed over to her father, the cord still attached.
As
he raised her up he spoke in latin 'exspectata ut puellae inferorum
regnum pretioso' (Welcome to the kingdom of hell my precious girl) His
eyes turned to his wife, laying her child now at her breasts, the
orgasms in her body subsiding, the afterbirth now delivered as the High
Priest & Priestess placed it in a special urn, their nods to both
Naamah & Satan a way of saying their goodbyes.
The cord was then cut
by Lord Satan, the baby Vandella gently crying at her mothers breast,
then suckling happily as the family bonding time began. Lord Satan moved
now to his wife's lower body, licking at her bloodied cunt, cleaning
her as she moved in time with him, another orgasm hitting her as the
milk flowed into their little girls mouth, then moaning out loud as she
felt her husband thick demonic cock slide into her gaping cunt, his seed
filling her again and again, the loud roar of his own orgasm filling
the temple, his abundance of love never subsiding....this was the birth
of Vandella Elizabeth La Mara.
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08/23/2025
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Loyalty Isn’t Grey.
“Loyalty
isn’t grey. It’s black and white. You’re either loyal completely, or
not loyal at all. And people have to understand this. You can’t be loyal
only when it serves you.” -Shamay In all aspects of life, I see
everything as black or white. I like definite categories to define
something into, and do not like things that can be loosely interpreted.
Luckily for me, loyalty is not something that has much variance. As the
quote says above, you’re either loyal or you aren’t loyal. You either
emotionally or physically cheat on your partner, or you stay loyal. You
either have your best friend’s back all the time or you don’t. Because loyalty is one of the rare black and white items of life, we should treat it as a black and white item. This means that we should evaluate everyone in our life, and assess who is loyal or not. If
someone is not consistently loyal, then we should cut them out. If we
have to question if someone is loyal to us or not, then we should cut
them out. If we are worried that information told to someone will be
used against us in a heated moment, then we should cut them out.
Cutting them out doesn’t mean that we treat them disrespectfully or
spill their secrets to the world, but it does mean that we recognize
that they are no longer beneficial to our life. The people in our
life deserve loyalty, and we deserve loyalty in return. We shouldn’t
have to question telling significant people in our life information in
fear that it will be used against us in some shape or form. Loyalty
makes up part of the foundation of any healthy relationship, and the
desire for complete loyalty is not too much to ask.
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08/23/2025
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Taboo/Roleplay 18+ (Reposted Erotic Writing Site)
The Gnostics were a branch of the early Christian church. They were
found mostly in the Eastern Mediterranean area. Their beliefs were
Christian but also influenced by Greek Mystery Cults as well as other
older religions in the area. Their beliefs were varied but a common
theme was the monotheistic belief in the supreme female deity, Sophia
(Wisdom). Some believed she was the real creator, and as incarnated in
Mary, the real mother of Jesus.
There is an ancient document that
claims the Gnostics held menstrual blood and semen to be their
sacraments. These body fluids were held to be sacred because, it was
believed at the time, the fusion of blood and semen creates life. In
their worship they held a ritual in which a woman in her time of blood
would have intimate relations with a man in front of the congregation.
The man would be chosen randomly and she would have sex with him no
matter whether he was her father or her brother or her son or anyone
else (this is all actually true).
Some people say that this is
Orthodox propaganda made up to discredit the Gnostics. I don't think
anyone knows for sure though. It may be significant that in the same
region, before Christianity, there was the practice of ritual
prostitution at temples of Astarte and Baal. It is possible that this
practice was transformed into the Gnostic ritual as it was told. I like
to think this is true anyway.
When I first read about this
ancient sacramental sex, I couldn't help but imagine what this ritual
must have been like these early Christians. It fascinates me that
something like this might actually have happened at some point in
history. I want to know what it was like to actually be a part of it.
Here is how I imagine it:
In an old Roman basilica transformed
into a Gnostic church, you would see golden mosaics of Sophia and Jesus.
Here, a small congregation gathers on Sunday morning. A woman, wearing
only a robe walks solemnly to the front altar. Although she is the
mother of a now grown man, she is still youthful and vital herself,
beautiful and in the full of her life.
One of the church elders
casts lots to choose her partner from among the adult men in the
congregation. It is believed that the Goddess herself causes the lot to
select the man of her choice. On this occasion, the Goddess has chosen
the woman's own son.
The young adult man is led shyly to meet his
mother who now sits on the Christian Gnostic altar at the front of the
congregation. This is his first time being chosen for the sacrament. The
woman smiles at her son, proud to see him step forward to serve the
Goddess before the congregation. She is pleased, as his loving mother,
to be the one to share in his first sacrament. Being a good Christian
man and unmarried, he has never before experienced the pleasures of the
flesh with a woman.
The mother lifts her robe before her nervous
son and the watching congregation, baring her nakedness before men and
Goddess alike. She takes her shy son's hands in hers and guides them to
her now naked breasts, leading him to caress her lovely softness. She
pulls her son forward although he is shaking with nervousness. He buries
his face in his mother's naked bosom and suckles her nipples. There he
takes refuge from the silent gaze of the congregation behind him.
The
mother lovingly guides her son's head down her naked body to her
waiting pube. As he as seen other men in church do, the son kisses his
mother's vertical lips between her opened legs. The soft skin of her
inner thighs lightly cradles his cheeks. He lovingly kisses the lips
that gave birth to him and finally inserts his tongue, licking the blood
and juices that flow for him there.
The mother runs her fingers
through her son's hair, his face buried in her crotch as if hiding from
the watching eyes. She lets him hide that way for awhile, protecting him
with a motherly embrace of her legs wrapped around his head. He
lovingly licks her deeper and deeper with increasing confidence. Her
love for her son is becoming mixed up with another sort of love as she
is tickled pleasurably by her son's probing tongue in her wetness.
The
mother looks up at the congregation and smiles proudly as her son's
tongue discovers her inner secrets. The watching sect members see that
the young man has become filled with a strong religious passion as he
lovingly licks his mother inside and out.
They watch solemnly, as
the mother begins to display an intense religious ecstasy brought on by
the undulations of her son's tongue. Now she holds his head between her
hands while tilting her pelvis, guiding her innocent son's tongue to
the top of her swollen lips, to her center-point of pleasure.
The congregation begins to sing a hymn as they watch the loving mother and son. The mother sings too, in joy and worship.
Finally, she decides that it is time.
She
pulls up on her son, prompting him to stand manly before her and the
congregation. She hopes he will be manly in his love and not bring
public shame. He stands before her. Her menstrual blood, thinned with
her vaginal juices, is smeared wetly around her son's mouth.
Pulling
off his tunic he reveals a long aroused member that does not disappoint
his mother. Her son's strong healthy body is beautiful and she feels
both pride and a shiver of desire seeing him naked before her with his
sexuality fully aroused by their public intimacy.
He is excited
now and no longer looks shy as he looks down on the sensual nakedness of
his very own loving mother. She sees a hungry look in his eyes. He
doesn't seem bothered by the crowd anymore and maybe doesn't even notice
them now. Never before has he been so completely aroused as he is now
by his naked mother's uninhibited sexuality.
Knowing her young
adult son is inexperienced, the mother takes her son's long aroused cock
in her hand and lovingly guides him into her wet waiting hole. Her son
pushes his rock hard penis into his mother, gasping at the sudden
pleasure he is experiencing for the first time. The mother also gasps
with pleasure as her son powerfully thrusts into her. Such a fine young
man her son has gown up to be! Now she hopes he will show the
congregation that he is truly a man.
The son does not disappoint
his mother. With the brand new pleasure of his first thrust into his
mother, the son is hungry for more. He thrusts into his mother again.
Again it is pure pleasure and the mother expresses her own pleasure with
a moan, looking at her son with eyes of encouragement. He thrusts again
and again into his mother. She moans with motherly pleasure at every
thrust.
Now he thrusts hard with a rhythm, ramming his rock-hard
cock into his mother's pleasure-hole over and over while her motherly
moans rise in pitch and volume. The son is egged on by his mother's
crescendo of pleasure-sounds. He speeds up and cannot stop. They have
forgotten the church around them and think only of each other's bodies,
mother and son in sexual bliss together.
The mother is proud of
her strong grown-up son as he fucks her hard like a man. She is
overwhelmed by sexual delight and motherly pride at the same time. She
shouts her son's name as she squeezes and spasms in a climax of pleasure
on her son's powerful thrusting cock. He too is caused to cum by his
mother's excited sexuality. He fills his mother's sacred opening with
his fresh milky cum. The mother is proud to be the vessel of the Goddess
and to enact the holy sacrament with her very own beloved son.
The
mother and son pant with pleasure as the Gnostic priestess of Sophia
steps forward. The priestess gently holds open the mother's labia before
the watching congregation as she reverently collects the mixture of cum
and menstrual blood that slowly oozes out.
The sacred body
fluids are then ritually mixed with a larger vessel of wine, milk and
honey. The priestess says a blessing over it. Each member of the
congregation comes forward in turn, and kneeling worshipfully before the
priestess, takes a sip from the sacramental vessel. The
cum-blood-milk-wine sacrament embodies the sacred life giving power of
the Goddess Sophia and imbues Her compassion and vitality on the
worshipers.
For mother and son, this was a holy and religious
moment in their lives. It is a great honor to serve the Goddess in this
way. It has also changed their relationship at a very personal level.
Their love for each other has a new dimension now. What was felt as
tension before is now a relaxed pleasure in each other's company.
Now,
whenever the son is with his mother, he relives tactile memories of the
deep pleasure experienced on the day they came together. He discovers
that he cannot talk to his mother or look at her without his sexual
member twitching with a spark of carnal excitement. Always he will
remember feel his mother's loving and sensual body against his in the
throws of passion.
For the mother too, her love for her son is
now deeper than ever before. She treasures the memory of her son's
strong passionate love making on the day that she made her son a man.
The memory will be with her forever. Now when she looks upon her son,
her fondness for him is deeper than ever before. Now her motherly love
is steeped in memories of their shared sexual pleasure.
That's
how I imagine it might have been. I don't know why the Orthodox priests
wanted to end such a beautiful ritual. I think it might have been deeply
moving for believers as well as a sweetly enjoyable experience.
Now
I wonder if anybody has ever thought of reviving or recreating this
historically significant ritual? It could be an interesting project for
some graduate student of religion or history. Such a project could help
deepen our understanding of early religion. As a bonus, it would be fun
too.
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08/23/2025
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The Dungeon
The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly as Vandella walked out
from her chambers, time never stood still for no man as the saying went.
Her body had been bathed in the oils from times past, the scent of
sandalwood fiercely taking over the aroma of the air around her. Dark
eyes now turned to the male that was approaching, nodding to him as he
bowed his head, then raised to meet his Empress′s eyes, the black hood
around his head signified his position in this kingdom and castle.
Vandella herself wore a mid-length dress, then a black hooded cloak over
the top, tonight was a execution night, the whole kingdom would be in
attendance at the main dungeon.
As she walked slowly behind the male
she pondered on the past events, the betrayals she had suffered and the
dealings she now had to procure. Her husbands had been informed of the
proceedings tonight and they would be meeting her at the dungeon. Time
they said healed all wounds, for her it would take an eternity to comes
to terms what had happened, and her heart felt like it had been
shattered into a million pieces, the knives she was still pulling from
her back.
The castle doors were now opened as they walked out, family
and members had begun to gather in the courtyard, now all making their
way to the dungeon, the games were about to begin,and by the end of the
night, the traitors heads would be proudly displayed on spikes.
(to be continued)
Part 2:
As
Vandella walked inside the dungeon she smelt the stain of death upon
her, she loved the feel of it. All of the kingdom were nearly in
attendance too, the place was a mess of members and family alike, all
talking, all speculating on the ones to be punished here tonight.
Smiling she turned back now to the Executioner who had stayed behind her
from the castle to the dungeon. "You may go fetch the traitors, bring
them to the stage area, all is set for the trials". She then walked over
to the husbands that were there, greeted them, then moved on to her
family, smiling to each, her eyes though now on the stage. The stage had
been set somewhat like an old medieval wooden area, complete with
torture devices and block for the executioner to do his work. These
traitors had already been tortured, their ragged bodies now paraded up
over the area, blood seeping from wounds, one of them looking already to
been disemboweled, something was hanging between her legs. Their eyes
like distant shadows caught Vandella, pleading with her, their thoughts
also echoing in her mind...sorry, sorry, sorry...but that was too late,
the deeds had been done, the betrayal was over, this was their end.
Taking
a seat she allowed the dungeon to fill up some more, she turned to talk
to a few members and family, then took a goblet of wine that was
offered, drinking it slowly as the High Priest and Priestess made their
appearance. They read from the old script of hell, reciting the laws of
the kingdom, then looked out to Vandella, who nodded. They then
continued to read out the judgements for each of the three standing,
many gasps and murmurs could be heard from the audience, a sadistic
smile sitting tightly on Vandella's lips.
1st Traitor: The Saw
2nd Traitor: The Wheel
3rd Traitor: Impaled
(To be continued)
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08/13/2025
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Family Tree
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High Empress Vandella La Mara:
GRANDPARENTS
King David Judah
Queen Bathsheba
PARENTS:
Lord Satan La Mara
Queen Na'amah La Mara
BROTHERS:
Solomon
Asmodeus
Lucifer
Rhomus
Leviathan
Abbadon
SISTERS
Mordratha
Qetesh
AUNTS
Lilith
Eisheth
Mahlat
UNCLES
SONS
DAUGHTERS
Princess October Princess Vanda Queen Charlotte Queen Devika Princess Ember Queen Britannia Queen Starkissed Princess Indy
GRAND-CHILDREN |
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08/13/2025
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Satori & Silas (Twins to Rhomus & Vandella)
Pregnancy was just another day for Vandella, she had many children,
and at times it was hard to keep up with who was who etc. On saying
that though, she loved each and every one of her brood, they had all
been brought into this Mortal world for one reason, and that was to
spread her fathers sin far and wide, they knew that, they were immortal
for a reason. Her father was Lord Satan, the
devil, the prince of all evil, the depraved one, the forbidden lust,
dark destroyer, keeper of souls. Yes her father went by many names, but
he was her reason for living, he brought her to this mortal land many
years ago to copulate, and she had done her duty to a tee. Present
Night: The curtains were closed, the screams were loud, the maids were
running down the hallway, one maid was lying on the bedroom floor,
lifeless with her heart ripped out. Vandella on the other hand was
enjoying the chaos, no one bothered to tell Rhomus she was in labour and
now the babies were being born, here in her room, in her royal
bedchambers. Staring back at the High Priest she sneered, licking the
blood from her lips, then turned her gaze to the High Priestess, their
chanting beginning to get on her nerves, but then Rhomus appeared from
nowhere, his smile lighting up the room, the atmosphere changing
considerably. “Finally” One
last push and their son Silas Caym La Mara was born, a screaming bundle
of blood, followed shortly by Satori Amida La Mara. Rhomus was quick to
step in, pretty much delivering the babies himself, his dark eyes to
Vandella as he cut their cords and placed both babes at her breasts.
“They are perfect my love”. Looking down at her little spawns she
noticed their appearance was a little different, both taking on a
oriental look, her own heritage did hail from those lands, but many many
generations ago.
From the room now came
her father Lord Satan, his Unholy Blessings given to the children, a
kiss to his daughter and wife, then leaving. The High Priest and
Priestess, now finishing up their annointing and such too. All the
rituals were very important, they were now members of this Unholy
Kingdom of Solomon.
Watching the babies suckle
for a moment she smiled, her eyes then met her husband Rhomus, moving
her lips to kiss his softly as he came to sit next to her, “You are a
father once again Rhomus, these two may prove to be a challenge though”.
She chuckled a little and closed her eyes, exhausted and happy, relaxed
and content.
20th January 2021
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