"Bride Of The Solar God"

by Eclipse_Wife995, R1s3nG_D3Mo0n

Summary:

Eclipse was chained to the floor standing and smiling proud of what he had done… There was a ritual circle around him and there was someone they said. “Today we banish Eclipse to Tartarus!, We shall live a safe life when the monster is at last captured to rest their life in their prison. The flames will englove her welcoming him, to his home!” He smiles and goes to Eclipse beginning the ritual
Eclipse grin stayed… he had already had his fate sealed and his fate was Tartarus…
the flames begin to burst around him. And the person backs up. “Goodbye.” He says, he chuckles and begins laughing menacingly, the flames seemed to take him.. he was gone from the flames. Everyone cheered happily that Eclipse was gone the evil ‘cleansed’ or so they thought...

Chapter 1

Hello this is going to be worked on by three people. Obsessive. Nuggets and Rose. The one typing this is Rose. I'm going to be most doing the writing but Obsessive is in charge of the Smut. I will do spicy but full blown Smut is on Obsessive. Hope you enjoy this. Also this is a OC X Cannon. Mostly a POV of an OC. This will also be a slow update. Hate comments will be deleted. If we see you hating we WILL block you. You have been warned.

Skip to chapter 3 !!
-obsess1ve

Chapter 2

Chapter by Eclipse_Wife995

Sorry that this is taking so long. Many issues with personal life has been tuff for us. Hopefully we will get at least chapter 1 done. Again we apologize for the long wait.

Chapter 3: Drugged

Notes:

Hello I am sorry that this took so long. We were planning on making this longer but because we have been holding this out so long I decided why not just post what we have for now. -Rose

Chapter 1

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"Drugged”

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Having dreams, and sometimes nightmares, of specific people, even more so with random people you’ve never heard of, or seen, in your entire lifetime, is an unusual occurrence - a rarity, a phenomenon.

Though, strangely enough, unlike most, I have been getting dreams, dreams of gentle hands caressing me lovingly, dreams of faint yet somewhat familiar voices.screamed of a bond of a mother, or a fathers with their offspring. It was weird.Strange. Though I couldn’t think of anyone it belonged to.

Especially in the town I live in as most people are simply forgettable, no matter how hard-working or useless they are in the society I live in. The only notable, interesting people were the ones accused of false crimes - witchery, theft, or other nonsense alike (Not like witches were real - at least that's what I think.).Which made me feel special, otherworldly. I was the only person in my village that has been getting these flashbacks, these innocent touches.

But, whenever I felt these loving touches, it was always in my dreams, memories perhaps, or just my imagination playing tricks on me. It felt so, so, so, real though, real like it was happening at the very moment…why? 

That’s what I constantly wondered, the question repeating over and over again in my mind as I wake up ,my mind reeling to remember a time I could’ve met the mysterious person ( though sometimes I wake up at night during particularly rough nightmares, of my form bloodied, of my hair matted with dried, reddish-brown liquid, nights where I wake up drenched in my own sweat, eyes water with unshed tears, my fear beyond comprehension despite knowing my parents, and siblings, were in the room next to mine.)

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Alex, the main protagonist of this tale, looked down as her phone started to buzz, her hands automatically grasping it despite her very visible tiredness (her hair , rosy red, was messy and crust was formed on her eyes, her motions slow and sluggish) and registered the text that one of her close friends, Liam, sent her through blurry eyes.

‘Hey, are you available? Sira and the others want to hang out at like 2:20pm’

The message read, and she briefly paused. She really, really, didn’t want to meet up with the rest of her friends in the scorching hot weather that outside probably was, but anything for Sira.

‘yep, are Emma and Kaylee coming?’

She replied, and her message immediately was marked with a blue tick - signalling that her message has been read. She eyed the left corner of her phone which told her that Liam was typing, and promptly read the message.

‘Sira doesn’t want them to come, but I don’t think she’d mind if they came with us to the cafe. If she does, then woe is her.’

Alex paused, at least everyone would be there - that’s good, she thought to herself , a hand idly playing with the corner of her phone , a nervous habit she had developed over the time of having a phone.

‘wut about Elijah?’

She questioned, groggily, to which Liam responded with a ‘he's sick’. It was weird how often Elijah claimed that he was ‘sick’, but she didn’t dare doubt it. Elijah’s a friend , not a rival or enemy. 

‘Hey, uhm, I just want to address something. Do you ever notice how Emma and Kaylee look at you? It feels like they just want you to let your guard down. Maybe I'm just paranoid.’

Liam texted after a long period of silence, and Alex turned off her phone without responding to him, her knees pulling up to her chest as she leaned heavily against her wall.She was tired. Last night, her parents wouldn’t stop fighting and her brother, with a scar trailing across his eyes and making his vision half-bad (her, and his, mother wouldn’t stop blaming them for stuff they couldn’t control and decided to take it out on him, as he was apparently supposed to be the ‘strong’ one) was subjected to somewhat verbal humiliation , which consisted of how the god was apparently ashamed of him and hated him, once again.

She thought drowsily about her friends’ , well at least the newer ones, Emma and Kaylee. Elijah was more… shy, nervous, skittish around them, and around everyone else. It was weird. Emma was ‘kind’ , but her words sounded forced, eyes calculating and wanting. 

Kaylee wasn’t that bad, at least, she was more, well, quiet than Emma, but still.The both of them looked at her, Alex, like they wanted to see her in pain , bleeding, pleading, on the verge of death. It was down-right creepy how hungrily and predatorily, not even in the ‘sexy’ way her other friends and most other people described it as, they looked at her. 

But, they’d never hurt her. They are her friends, both of them one of her closest friends despite how rude and protective they were sometimes. They only wanted her to be safe, right?

At the Cafe. Sira was glaring at Kaylee like she knew something. But what? Kaylee was drinking her drink. It was in a cup that was white. The liquid looked a bit wrong. “Alex! Hello dear friend.” Her happy voice sounded forced.

“I got you your drink!” She said as she gave a cup to Alex. It looked a bit…. Off. Like something was wrong with it. It even smelled weird. The smell of the weird-looking drink made her feel a little dizzy. She had two choices. Drink it. Or act like she's going to drink it later just to throw it out later. But, maybe having a sip wouldn't hurt anyone… She slowly brought the drink up to her lips. And took a sip. It was sweet… Strangely a little too sweet.

She coughed a little bit. Kaylee looked nervous about something. Sira glared. “What did you do Kaylee…” Sira asked ,she was suspicious about this. Wanted answers of what she put in her friend's drink.

‘’Sira, there’s nothing wrong. I promi-’’ Alex’s words were cut off almost immediately as soon as she started to speak, Sira rushing to Alex’s side. And, Kaylee, playing the role of a concerned friend, tried to get closer, only for Sira to shoot a glare at her.

‘’Back up. I’m taking Alex home.’’

Siras' tone left no room for argument and she picked up the limp form of Alex with nearly unsettling ease, if not for the innocent intentions, and began to walk towards the exit of the cafe. Kaylee watched with a dull, almost bored, expression, whispering something to Emma.

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As soon as Sira made it to Alex’s house, she was met with the sight of the one she was carryings twin brother, James, or whatever his name was again, and she started to hastily explain the situation and met with concern from Alex’s brother.

‘’Are you and Alex okay?’’ He asked,voice gentle, picking up his sister. As soon as Sira confirmed she was alright, he let her leave and entered the house.

He looked around nervously as he started to walk up the step, carrying his twin in his arms. “What happened to that brat now?”

James jolted , flinching back and almost losing the grip on his sister.

It was the voice of his Father, the familiar voice grating his ears.

‘’Hi, Father.’’

He replies, disoriented briefly. His Father rolled his eyes, gesturing uselessly to his daughter, vulnerable and lying in her brothers arms.

“What is wrong with her? Why is she knocked out?” Their Father, otherwise known as ‘Jake’, asked in a demanding voice. James didn't answer him and walked into Alex's room. James laid Alex down on her bed. He grabbed a blanket and covered her up. Not bothering to take off her boots or glasses. James turned the lights off and walked out of the room. Closing the door. There was soon the sound of fighting. But Alex couldn't hear a thing.....

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She's not safe.