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Aura the Rora

Zelat
Legacy Name: Zelat

The Spectrum Neela

Owner: Amy

Age: 10 years, 3 months, 4 weeks

Born: December 22nd, 2013

Adopted: 10 years, 3 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: December 22nd, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 14
   
• Defense: 19
   
• Speed: 16
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 10
   
• Books Read: 10
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Goal:

Zelat

Full title: Countess Zelat Rosemary Sahar Augustine III of Courthaven Isle

pronounced: [Zeh-lat] [Roʊz-mer-i] [Sa-har] [Au-gə-stēn]

Succbi rely on the emotions of others to survive. If a succubi is left alone for too long they rapidly age and grow very weak. To gain unlimited access to ones emotions, a succubi will use seduction to coerce someone to do whatever the succubi pleases.

However, most succubi are able to live off of everyday emotions without causing any harm to those around them just by draining a little bit from the different aura's. An aura will regain it's brilliance and energy when given enough time to mend. In the time between the mending process, the person will feel more tired and sluggish than usual, but no bodily harm will come to them. Plus with each aura having a different taste and color, many succubi are satisfied from only feeding with this method. The ability to view and taste aura's are a succubi's greatest talent. They use this ability to predict personalities and behaviors, which allows many of them to live as fortune tellers or psychics.

Dreams are a potent source of emotions, with your brain on a never ending cycle of thoughts. Some succubi are compelled to feed off of dream states since it creates such a dramatic high, although it ends up killing the host. Dream drinking is a deadly drug which many succubi partake in. Once you dream drink for too long you become addicted and withdrawal most commonly leads to death.

Love, lust, and anger are dangerous emotions for a succubi to be around. The spike of immense emotional energy will be absorbed very quickly by the succubi, usually without realization. Too much of it and a succubi can not control their actions, they become overwhelmed with that sensation and their natural instincts kick on. When this process is started, it's very difficult to stop. Many succubi will emotionally drain a person by accident before they even realize what's happened.

A subtle sign of emotional energy deficiency or a surplus, is a nose bleed. It's a warning sign that they need to drink or to stop feeding.

Zelat was destined for true love, at least that's what the fortune teller had told her when she said her aura was like a beautiful sunset mixed with blue.

When Zelat was 12 her mother brought home an extremely handsome man who was all kinds of charming. He moved in with them after a week and were married after three. Zelat despised him. He was always standing too close to her, touching her arm and draping his hands across her shoulders; he always acted like he knew her. Alarmingly, he was very good at guessing what she was thinking.

He and her mother would spend hours in a locked bedroom, the one place Zelat was forbidden to enter. Each time her mother came out she looked tired and her lovely brown skin had started to lose its radiance. She wouldn't speak and barely ate, acting more and more like a zombie every day. Her mother soon stopped coming out of the bedroom.

One evening after a long week of not seeing her mother and fearing for her safety; Zelat knocked lightly at the bedroom door. The door opened easily, light from the hall piercing the darkness of the room. The single crack of light illuminated the man, his hand resting on her mothers forehead. Her mothers' face was slack jawed and had tears streaming out of open, glazed eyes. In horror Zelat quickly glanced up at the mans face. He was staring directly at her, his eyes blazing. They held contact for what felt like a long time, before he winked.

That broke whatever had seemed to bind her in place and ran up to him, pushing him with her child strength, he barely even rocked. He locked his eyes with hers again, and laughed. Just a small chuckle but enough to drive her into an even larger fury. This time when she kicked his ankle his face changed, breaking his hold on her mother. Zelat saw her chance and laboriously dragged her mother by the ankle to the other side of the bed where the woman sat up finally and shook her head. Without hesitation Zelat pulled the confused woman to her feet, grabbing her by the wrist she started to pull her down the hall. Her mothers bare feet padded irregularly with drowsiness, it was a miracle she didn't tumble. The man leaned against the edge of the bed, watching them, anger slowly rising to his face.

They were halfway down the hall when Zelat's mother stopped suddenly, almost pulling Zelats arm out of the socket. Her mother suddenly collapsed and started to shriek. Incomprehensible noises ushered from her trembling lips. The mumbling turned into broken words until her mother started screaming,"TAKE ME BACK. I WANT TO GO BACK TO HIM. WHY DID YOU DO THIS? CAN'T YOU SEE I LOVE HIM? TAKE ME BACK YOU STUPID GIRL." She kept screaming horrible phrases of complete infatuation with this man. Zelat could only muster a surprised and confused intake of breath before the man was suddenly by her side, his cold hand caressing her cheek. Zelat shuddered once and then passed out. That was the last she ever saw of her old life again.

Over time she learned he was an incubus and he had compelled her mother to love him. After that terrible night the incubus took both her and Zelat to what he deemed his summer home. It was a dank, once beautiful Victorian mansion with a vast rock wall surrounding it on three sides. The back wall had long ago fallen off the cliff the mansion sat on, descending forever into the dark and murky water. The waves lapping at the beach below only heightened the feeling of isolation.

He was never cruel, just unforgiving. Zelat was told she wasn't a prisoner here, that she should call this place her home. But that never deterred her from the fact the only gate to the outside was always locked with multiple padlocks. There was nothing Zelat could do about her mother, there was no convincing a woman whose mind was already gone. All she could do was just painfully watch her once strong and beautiful mother become a lifeless puppet.

While the man toted around her mother like a trophy, he pursued Zelat differently. He would tell her of all his travels and bring her treasures from around the world. She would sit there with a grimace on her face, pretending she was bored of his tales. When in fact his stories fascinated her, and after being cooped up in one area for too long, she immensely desired to pursue a life outside these walls.

When she turned 16, the man gave her a set of paints and an easel. "Happy Birthday my darling," he told her. A chill echoed down her back as she threw the box of paints and kicked down the easel. "I DON'T WANT TO PAINT, I WANT TO LEAVE. LET ME GO YOU MONSTER!" At the last word, the mans face flashed into anger. For a split second Zelat thought he would do something rash, but instead the anger passed and the man calmly said, "Alright, then I shall give you everything," before turning and walking slowly down the empty halls.

Years passed and Zelat took up the time by painting - not only on canvas but on the old walls of the mansion. Every time she ran low on paints, she would awake the next morning to a new case of them. Each stroke of her brush was laced with anger and loneliness. The walls were soon covered in brilliant designs and garish figures. Everyday she would walk the halls with her lifeless mother, telling her stories about the man who kept them here. Her anger building slowly and terrifyingly inside of her.

As soon as the weather got warm, because she felt claustrophobic when the cold weather kept her inside, she would walk along the outer wall. Sometimes she would run her hand along it feeling for loose rocks and when she was feeling brave she would kick the lower sections trying to find faults. On one of these walks she kicked a portion of the wall, where she had kicked a hundred times before, and felt it give way. Intrigued she bent over and pushed. Small pieces of rock tumbled to the ground as the larger one moved farther back ever so slightly. Hearing a bird call Zelat bolted upright, fearing the man had seen her and was coming her way. Silence greeted her, as well as complete and utter isolation as usual. She used a piece of the wall to scratch a small line on the larger rock to mark her place and then for the first time in a long time, she smiled.

Zelat would wait until the man went out on his weekly runs as he had explained, incubi prefer to have their pick of emotions, before she would run out to the wall and continue her tedious job of removing the loose stones in hopes to make a hole big enough she could slip through. Before the man returned she would quickly cover up her handiwork by replacing the stones in what she hoped was a convincing pattern. Finally after months of painstaking work, she had a hole big enough for her to fit through and she finally imagined a life without this wall closing her in. She almost leaped through the hole and started running, but the thought of her mother kept her feet on the other side of the wall. Replacing the stones she decided to wait until the next week when she could plan an escape route for both her and what had become of her mother.

She had never contemplated what would happen if her mother refused to go through the hole, it had never even occurred to her that her mother would simply decline the invitation to freedom. Zelat had hoped that the sight of liberation would somehow break the spell on her mother but all she had been able to do was drag the hollow shell of the woman she once knew to the hole.

The incubi arrived home and heard the sounds of Zelat persuading her mother to escape. "Come on! We don't have time for this! We have to go now! Don't you see? HE'S A MONSTER." With that last word the Counts face fell and his pace quickened. He stopped to pick up a hatchet from the locked garden shed, just as a precaution, and mostly in the hopes of frightening the women away from their silly escape plan, mostly. As he entered the gate and followed the garden wall, he saw a distant Zelat fervently arguing with a woman whose mind was no longer of this world. Zelat heard his footsteps and with a single glance in his diraction, furiously started pulling at her mothers arm. Screaming, "WE HAVE TO GO NOW. HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S MANIPULATING YOU. HE'S A MONSTER." Zelat's mother finally glanced up to see the man coming at them and looked up at his face smiling with her senseless, entranced eyes. He could feel Zelat's anger rising, could feel his own self feeding off her. Suddenly the womans face was too much. Staring back at him with her lifeless eyes, those dead glassy eyes.

He approached the feeble woman, her arms outstretched towards him, and taking her small frame in his hands he snapped her neck. Zelat screamed, scampering up to him she started clawing at him with her nails, digging deep into his flesh. With her high anger, he breathed deep absorbing her emotions and brought them to his surface. Quickly and without the ability to think he screamed at her in his language and cut off her arm with a single whack of the hatchet. She dropped to the ground suddenly quiet, stunned. She looked at her amputated arm and fell into a deep sleep. The only thing she remembered clearly were the tears streaming from his eyes.

She lived in a stunned silence from then on. This allowed him to spend more time with her, as she would now sit for hours in a meditative state. The incubi rarely left the grounds anymore, feeding solely off of her. He offered her even more exotic treasures from distant lands, a plethora of delicious food, anything that she could have ever wanted. She offered no complaints, yet nothing seemed to satisfy her. When he talked to her he would play with a lock of her hair and at bedtime would kiss her on the forehead. His words changed from 'my darling' to 'my love'. Zelat dreaded the day when he would force her to love him, as he had with her mother.

Yet the next day passed without an enchantment, and the day after that. As his hope that she would love him never faltered as her aura never dulled, and he could still see the spark of life in her. During one of his feedings he removed the hand from her forehead far before she felt weak. She opened her mouth to question his actions when he suddenly bit her wrist awaking all of her senses. All of a sudden a unique feeling swelled into her. She was hot, much too hot and she needed air as she couldn't seem to breathe. The world suddenly looked different and there were bright colors all around her. The air smelled as if there were a thousand women wearing too much perfume. She passed out from the overload and when she opened her eyes the next time, she was a succubus.

As she breathed for the first time as a succubus, she could literally taste his love for her. It had a pungent sweetness to it. He announced her as his queen and for the very first time since Zelat had been captured, he held a ball. The rooms were filled with life as other succubi's and incubi's came to welcome her into this new found hell. The rooms were packed and while the man was off entertaining Zelat tried to use the commotion as a method of escape. She pushed her way through the many bodies, making her way to the wide doors. However the emotions from all those around her flooded into her newly awakened succubi brain. She was overwhelmed by all the different tastes and smells that all she could do was collapse onto the floor, gasping for breath. He came to her, lifting her into his arms, he carried her sweetly into the bedroom where he whispered into her ear, "I promised you, you would have everything," before shutting off the light and promptly closing the doors.

It took all of Zelats energy to learn how to survive in this new way of life. He taught her how to feed from the emotions around her. She resisted at first and was cursed with nosebleeds for days on end until she couldn't take it anymore. At her first taste of emotion, she yearned for more. In her passion she drained men and women completely, sobbing after she was finished. The next time promising herself that she wouldn't succumb to his level, again. Yet every human she fed from had memories and emotions she would never experience, life outside this prison, true love, even the ability to see a sun rise without a wall obstructing it; her life was meaningless. After years of learning she finally learned to control herself and decided she would rather die than live this way.

Her aura started to dull and turn gray at the edges. No more was she a sunset, but rather a polluted sky full of death and grievances. He himself grew sullen, demanding she become energetic, even angry, anything but this lifeless blob. She grew more and more weak, refusing to use the energy he brought to her, deciding that this time she'd let the bloody noses run dry. He begged her to return to her normal self as he loved her and didn't wish his beloved dead. She cared nothing for him and sat in silence, believing the next day he'd grow tired of this act and end it all for her, but he didn't. Each day he seemed more and more exhausted until Zelat finally realized, she was killing him.

With his guard down Zelat was subconsciously feeding off his own life forces. She was manipulating his passions without realizing it. She felt a familiar ache in her chest, the one that wished so desperately for her freedom. During the night, as he slept weakened by her torment, she finally chose her fate. She entered through his mind into his dreams, where she began to steal away his energy. The impact of the new energy pushed Zelat to a buzzing high; especially after being so weakened from days without feeding. Zelat felt renewed and enhanced, she knew then that she could not stop even if she wanted to. His body lost color, grew stiff, but Zelat did not stop, could not, and drank deeply from him. Before he lost conciousness he opened his eyes, staring directly at her he whispered so softly Zelat hoped she misheard him. His last words resounded in her head: "You were the only one I've ever loved."

With his death, she became the leader of Courthaven Isle and earned her full title of Countess Zelat Rosemary Sahar Augustine III of Courthaven Isle. With Rosemary Sahar being her late mothers name.

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