Removing His Mask

Removing His Mask

Flora_Winters

I do not own the Forgotten Realms, but I will when I finally find a means to destroy Lord Ao. I'm also not making any dollars, gold, or silver off writing this either. Now, please excuse me while I gaily frolic off to laugh maniacally.

Summary: Eilistraee wants Vhaeraun to stop hiding behind his mask and be the little brother she once knew. The Spider Queen begins to think her children are up to something. She's not pleased with them at all. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WD, WIP

Prologue


I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name

--Celtic Woman


The Masked God of Night was standing in the darkness, admiring an extraordinarily beautiful male drow, who was dancing all alone in the midst of an enchanted grove. The drow's lovely dark flesh seemed to glow like luminous jet in the silvery light of the full moon that was directly overhead.

The silent deity studied how that gloriously long hair, the color of frost seemed to flow around that lithe body as if each shiny strand were made of fresh water. Those silky strands coiled and curled as if they were alive and made of white fire. The male's voice was airy and melodious as he sung praises to the Dark Maiden.


"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"


That naked body, an epitome of perfection, leapt into the air, twirling gracefully around in majestic circles, sending faerie lights all aflutter. His musical voice seemed to swell up like a mighty ocean wave and then smash against the sandy shore in perfect harmony with the night.


I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain


The Masked Lord was enchanted, if not bewitched by this masculine vision of mortal beauty. He licked his garnet lips with a crimson tongue, running a large hand through his wild red hair.

Why did his sister always attract such beauty like this? Did he not deserve such lovely followers? It was making him most upset.

In all honesty, he had no idea why he was even here. He had just been out, looking for a good romp, and that was when he heard the voice of a siren. He had followed it all the way to this grove. It was like the drow's voice was holding him spellbound, a prisoner here. His glowing red eyes flashed like scarlet gems.

Is this some kind of trap? My sister is such a bitch! How very dare she toy with me like this!

His immortal eyes never left the dancing drow. He could see every droplet of glistening sweat clinging like crystal beads to that dark flesh. It made the drow's skin shimmer even more in the moonlight. If this truly was some kind of stupid trap, he might as well just spring it. It might even be fun.

He purposefully stepped on a twig with his large foot, snapping it with a very loud crack. The dancing drow spun around, crouching down like a large cat in a very provocative pose of defense.

He was almost saddened by the fact that the drow had stopped his magical singing. The male possessed a voice that was softer than starlight and stronger than an ocean breaker.

A crooked smile graced his extremely handsome face when the drow magically formed a silver blade out of thin air, followed by another. The two weapons glimmered in the light as the drow held them out.

"Who is there?" The drow asked, keeping perfectly still. "Is that you, Evain?"

The shadows melted away from Vhaeraun and he stepped into the circular clearing, allowing the moonlight to shine down upon him. It made him look all the more grand and imposing, just the way he liked.

"You have the most beautiful voice," the deity spoke in gentle tones. "And you're very easy on my eyes."

The male cocked his head to the side, causing his long hair to pool around him like fresh fallen snow. It hid his nudity like a waterfall hid the back of a hill. Why did the male have his eyes closed?

"Who are you, stranger?" The drow asked him.

Vhaeraun could have snarled at such a stupid question, but he managed to remain deceptively calm. Why was he not opening his eyes?

"Can't you see?"

"No," the drow said, opening his eyes, revealing them to be the color of topaz-blue stones. "I am blind, Sir."

Vhaeraun gazed into those molten pools that reminded him of moonlight on water. He couldn't believe it. This beautiful drow was blind. What could his foolish sister be thinking? She really did just take in anyone.

He drew his divine blade, Shadowflash, taking a quick swing at the male. The drow leapt away with feline grace, striking back with his two Star Swords. Metal clanged against metal, making bright silver and red sparks.

"Impressive," Vhaeraun chuckled as he parried the mortal's attack. This was most entertaining indeed. "You're not as blind after all, good drow."

"What I lack in one sense," the male snarled in outrage. "I make up for in others."

It would be so easy to strike this male down and leave him for the bugs to enjoy. But, this was fun. He had been so bored as of late and this was interesting.

"Who are you?" The blind drow asked again. "Why do you compliment me and then attack me with your blade?"

Vhaeraun swung at his smooth neck, smiling when the drow blocked it. He was having so much fun.

"Curiosity," the deity told him, sidestepping the mortal's forward thrust.

"That is a very silly name," the drow told him, blocking another attempt on his life. "And an even sillier reason to attack someone who has done you no wrong."

"Oh," Vhaeraun scoffed, eyes blazing. "But you do wrong me, drow."

"How do I wrong you?" The male asked, spinning his hair around like a whip, making Vhaeraun jusp aside with laughter. "I don't even know you!"

"You just answered your own question," Vhaeraun sneered. "But that is just one of the ways you wrong me."

The drow looked most confused. He was really enjoying this.

"Tell me your name, drow," Vhaeraun commanded, stilling his blade for a moment. "And I might just leave you with a few of your limbs."

"Endymion," the drow told him, quickly blocking another powerful swing.

Vhaeraun smiled and it was terrible. His twisted beauty would have struck a mortal with sight dead on the spot.

~*~

Endymion was confused. What was going on? Why was this suddenly happening to him? He was a good person. He had never wronged anyone in his life. Was this stranger really going to try and kill him?

~*~

"Such a lovely name you have," Vhaeraun smiled even more, forming a more intricate attack. "And just how old are you, Endymion?"

The drow blocked, dropped down, and rolled away, jumping to his naked feet once more. He was breathing heavily now. "Twenty four summers."

Vhaeraun stopped in his tracks. He was that young? This drow was but a child. He began to imagine just how beautiful the drow would grow if he managed to live long enough to get older.

"Tell me how I have wronged you," the drow said, blinking his blind eyes. "Tell me how I can make it right."

"Make it right?" Vhaeraun asked, flicking a loose strand of red hair behind his pointy ear.

He watched Endymion prepare for another assault on his young life. It would be so easy to lift him up by his neck and watch him kick his bare feet till he died by asphyxiation. It made him snicker under his breath.

The drow's lean body was supple and strong. He couldn't help but look it over. He had muscle in all the right places. The drow was even well endowed. He would be the envy of any of the Spider Bitch's whorish matrons. He would have been perfect had he not been blind.

"Very well," Vhaeraun said, sheathing his deadly blade. "Do you really want to make it right?"

The drow nodded, making no move to lower his shimmering swords. Vhaeraun highly approved of that. If the drow had, he would have torn out his spine right there and beat him with it on the spot for being a fool.

"You serve my fat sister," Vhaeraun said, putting his hands on his hips. "I want you to piss on her altar and come serve me with your voice and dance."

The young drow's beautiful face twisted in confusion.

"Serve you?"

"That's right," Vhaeraun nodded. "I want you to serve me for the rest of your days, mortal."

The drow took a step back from him. "Who…who are you?"

Vhaeraun scoffed with indignation burning in his magma-red eyes.

"What do you mean?" The deity snapped. "Do you truly not know of Eilistraee's all-powerful brother?"

Endymion shook his head. "There is only the Goddess."

Vhaeraun's nostrils flared in outrage. "Excuse me?"

"Blessed Eilistraee is the Goddess," Endymion said. "There are no others before her. I do not know of you."

Vhaeraun's eyes blazed and smoke came billowing from his mouth. What in the Demonweb Pits?

"Get down on your knees and worship me, mortal," Vhaeraun commanded in his "don't disobey me ever" voice. "Or I'll simply have to carve off Evain's head, spit venom down her gushing stump, and keep doing scary things like that until you do."

"The Goddess will not allow that!" Endymion yelled. His voice was loud but he was shaking in terror. He was scared to death. Good! "She will punish you for speaking such wicked and blasphemous words in her grove."

Vhaeraun rolled his eyes. He was starting to get angry.

"You honestly have no idea who I am, do you?" He asked in astonishment.

Endymion shook his head. "Eilistraee is Goddess. There are no others."

"Come to me now," Vhaeraun commanded him.

His godly clothes began to melt from his divine flesh like mist in sunlight. He was going to have to seduce this drow to his worship.

"No," Endymion said, backing up. "If I put down my weapons…you'll…"

"Come to me now, drow," Vhaeraun purred, blowing a sweet smelling mist from his mouth. His voice and power left no room for refusal of any kind. He always got what he wanted on the spot, or he raged and killed until he did.

~*~

Endymion shivered under the seductive thrall of that deep voice and couldn't see the clouds that were suddenly hiding the moon. He could smell a sweet-smelling aroma that set his flesh ablaze with sudden lust. That voice was dark, mysterious, and calling his name.

His Star Swords suddenly vanished in silver sparks of light, falling into shimmering dust at his shapely feet. He held out both his hands, following the sound of that haunting voice.

~*~

"Here," Vhaeraun said, smiling when Endymion was a mere arms length away from him.

He was leading the drow away from the enchanted grove and into the darkness where he would make him his slave. He could not claim him while still within the cursed circle of trees.

~*~

Endymion almost yelped when both his hands came into sudden contact with warm flesh. It was so smooth and solid. The stranger's chest was naked and hard as stone. He moved his hands up the guy's broad chest and over to feel his strong, muscular arms. This stranger felt like he had been built from raw power.

"Do you like what you are feeling?" That amazing voice asked flirtatiously.

Endymion guided his palms along that silky flesh and across a smooth neck that felt to be really strong. He touched the man's cleft chin, felt his square jaw, the nose was aquiline, he possessed prominently high cheekbones, and his brow was so very smooth. He knew this crazy male must be very handsome indeed because these were the traits he had been taught.

"Why do you wear a mask?" He asked the stranger, feeling the thin material. It felt like something he had no words to describe. "It is clear to me that you are a very handsome man."

"God," the stranger blasphemously corrected. "I am a very handsome God, mortal. I am the most handsome of them all."

Endymion shivered at such sacrilege. This drow was going to be struck dead if he kept that up. Perhaps he should slowly back away just incase. He didn't want to be struck down, too.

~*~

"Put your arms across my waist, oh unfaithful one," Vhaeraun teased with enticing delight.

He smiled as those wondering hands moved across his abs that made Lathander look flabby around the middle. He really was the best. He made all other God's weep with envy. His many mirrors told him so all the time and mirrors never lied.

Those toned arms very gently and timidly embraced him around the waist. It made him grin.

He dropped his muscular arms around the drow, quickly drawing him into a soul-stealing kiss. He was going to make this drow his.

~*~

Endymion felt as if a great fire was being breathed into his lungs. That was when his eyes suddenly opened for the very first time in his life. He could suddenly see the man that was kissing him. The man dark. His eyes widened, glazing over in a daze. His knees were trembling, growing weaker. His body burned, longing to be touched even more by those large hands. That sweet smell was killing him.

He had thought the tall stranger handsome. No! He was beyond beautiful to him. He was the image of what beauty should be. His dark flesh was flawless, his looks divine, and his kiss was a darkened bliss. That mouth was burning him like a bonfire and that mighty tongue was just as scorching.

Was he dying? He didn't care. His body felt so good. It was like every inch of his sweaty skin was screaming for more.

~*~

Vhaeraun broke the kiss and chuckled. He was impressed.

"No one has ever come out of a kiss with me, and still be on their feet. Now I'm really happy I didn't just smash you under my heel."

~*~

Endymion gasped for breath, gazing into that unearthly face. He suddenly began to see only darkness once more and slid down the tall man's powerful body. He fell to his knees, looking up into blindness once more. His hands were resting on the redheaded man's large feet.

This being looming over him had somehow allowed him to see. He felt bewitched. His actions were not his own. He suddenly found himself kissing the smooth tops of the drow's naked feet in reverence.

~*~

Vhaeraun grinned as he looked down at the drow kissing his feet. Those shiny orbs looked up at him with awe and adoration. It was filling him. This beauty on his knees was causing his godhood to grow long and thick. This drow possessed a very rare beauty that suddenly made him realize something. This drow would make the Lady Firehair green with envy.

He pulled the drow up with ease, and carried him off through the ethers.

~*~

The Lady of the Dance stepped out of silver moonbeams, giggling as she stood in the very center of her grove. Her silly little brother had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. But, he would thank her for it. That was for sure.

She threw her head back and cackled. It was the kind of laugh that would have that demonic Spider Bitch cocking a delicate white brow in question.

She laughed like glittering little bells in the wind and began to dance in the soft light of the large milky jewel with Moonsword in hand. She was going to get her little brother back.

She suddenly stopped dancing for a moment, frozen like a perfectly carved statue under a shimmering moonbeam.

Wait just a second. Did he call me fat?


To Be Continued

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