Domina (dulcepericulum) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-12-18 17:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-06-26, domina |
Yes, Mommy Dearest.
Who: Domina and her mother, Eleanor Moriarty (NPC)
When: Evening
Where: The Moriarty house, mostly
Domina wasn't sure if clubs would be open tonight, what with the demon panic, but she wasn't about to let a silly thing like that stop her. She was not staying in on a Friday night, panic be damned. She wasn't afraid of the demons – they certainly weren't going to hurt her. Why would they? Technically, she was kin to them, wasn't she? Though she certainly hoped the demons her ancestors had fucked were better looking than the things they were showing on the news.
She came home from Ad Gustum and breezed through to the stairs, not quite making it all the way. "Domina, there you are." Her mother had a habit of coming out of nowhere, as if she had simply materialized somewhere out of vision. Domina was used to it.
"Hm?" Domina turned and let her hand rest on the carved wooden bannister, waiting to see what mommy dearest wanted. "Here I am," she confirmed. "But not for long. I'm going out." Gods only knew where in this shithole, but she was determined.
Her mother snapped her fingers and beckoned in a no-nonsense way for Domina to join her in the library. It was not a request. Domina rolled her eyes and followed her into the library. Eleanor closed the door swiftly behind them, and turned to face Domina. She put her hands on her shoulders and stared her in the eyes, that look on her face nearly like she was facing down prey. What now, Domina thought.
"You can go out later," Eleanor said. "You have to do something first. For us. For your father. It won't take long."
Ugh. Family obligations. Whose ass did she have to kiss now? Domina raised an eyebrow and stared back at her mother, waiting.
"Your father's critics have been spreading rumors of his lineage for a while now, insisting his magic is so strong because of demonic blood. The perfect opportunity to shut them up has fallen neatly into our laps. You, my dear, are going to prove to the world that we have no demonic blood."
Domina kind of wanted to laugh. "How in the hell am I going to do that?" she asked, knowing her mother had a plan, but not at all convinced. Mumsy was always scheming, and she certainly was one of the best – tied with her father for the top spot, of course. Maybe better. But she couldn't begin to guess how her mother was going to pull something like that out of her ass.
"You're going to kill a demon," Eleanor informed her. "Two of them, actually." She waited for a response, and Domina just continued to stare back, not getting it. Eleanor gave a frustrated sigh. "I've hired someone to contain a couple of demons. These ones attacking everybody right now – they don't attack people like us, because they know what we really are. Unless that person has tainted themselves, by spilling the blood of a demon. One of their own kind, in their eyes. I'm going to take you there, and you're going to kill one, to mark yourself. Then tomorrow, I'll arrange for a rather public attack. You'll kill it, of course, and the media will eat it right up."
Domina could scarcely believe her ears. "Are you nuts?" she asked, pushing her mom's hands off her shoulders and putting her hands on her hips. "Not on your life. I don't want those things pissed at me. Fuck Daddy's critics, I'm sure you can find a much better way of shutting them up." With that, she started to turn back towards the door.
"Not without raising suspicion," Eleanor replied briskly, grabbing Domina's arm and easily turning her back around. Eleanor grabbed Domina's arms to keep her there this time. "Domina, you have to do this. I would do it myself, but that doesn't prove anything. Your father will need the demons on his side. You have to do it, Angeline can't. She's far too delicate. You have the larger shift, the fiercer animal, and better weapons at your disposal. If all else fails you can use your magic – though I'd rather you didn't, that would just leave us with too much else to explain."
Domina felt a flare of jealousy and rage flare up inside of her. Oh, of course, not your precious little Angeline. Make the hawk do it. She can take it. Mark the eldest daughter for life as a threat to demons. Don't worry, if anything happens to her, you still have a spare. She grit her teeth and clenched her fist, her talons breaking into her palms and spilling blood on the rug.
"None of that," Eleanor warned, scenting the blood and shaking Domina briefly. "You have to do this for your family. You have a good life, and everything you've ever wanted has been given to you. Your father and I ask very little of you. You are going to do this for us."
Of course she was. Domina new very well when she didn't have a choice. She could not object to her mother's wishes - ever. "Daddy doesn't know about this, does he?" she asked, obvious from her tone that she was quite displeased.
"No, and you're not going to tell him," Eleanor warned. "Or your sister. When it's done, your father will thank you."
And he'll tear you a new asshole, Domina thought. Or hoped. That would be mildly satisfying. She knew her father would never have her do something like this. This was all her sick, twisted, favorites-playing mother.
"Now come on," Eleanor prompted, releasing her daughter and opening the door. "The sooner we get this over the sooner you can go about your own nefarious activities and exploits." Domina scowled and stormed past her mother, still seething in rage.
It was not a long drive to her mother's contact's house, though it was in a shitty little part of town Domina had never been in before. The drive was just long enough for Eleanor to go over the plan for tomorrow, which Domina was not fond of at all. She'd be attacked in the park, and Eleanor's contact would be waiting there to take video with his cellphone and start sending it to the media. She'd kill it – after taking on an injury or two – and then it would be over. Simple as that. "We heal fast," Eleanor had reminded Domina, "so I don't see what you're so angry about."
Of course you don't.
In the basement of the tiny house was a massive cage, something that looked like it was meant for a very large bitten were. And even then, Domina was surprised it was holding the demon inside. Domina wasn't sure what kind it was – she really didn't know too much about demons, other than the fact that at some point or another a few relatives had bonked them – but it kept throwing itself against the bars and snarling, letting out frequent, angry hisses at its captor. The man, who her mother did not introduce or identify, wordlessly handed Domina a hand-gun.
"Go for the head," he said. "And best shoot a coupla' times, he's a big boy." Domina took the gun, and looked back at her mother. Her mother shooed with her hands, ushering her on. Domina looked back at the man. "Don't you worry, I got this place soundproofed. Go crazy."
Domina looked back at her mom again, who made another frustrated, impatient noise and gestured forward again. "Anytime now, please," she ordered, dryly. Domina thought, Die, bitch. But she sighed herself and approached the cage. She did what was required of her. Today, she was a good daughter.