Blissful Ignorance

This is my other SM fan fic. It is incomplete. But this is the first three chapters it ^^

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Forgotten Secrets
By Mystical Angel
Rated R


Chapter 1
Nothing But A Slave


The sound of the whip cracked through the air as it hit the delicate porcelain skin. The owner of the torturous weapon smiled in glee as her victim slumped down in pain. Her fierce red eyes glowed joyfully as she sent the whip downwards again. Her supple skin was tight in anger, her red hair pulled back neatly, she resembled a beautiful lioness hunting her prey. On her many folds of her velvet, dark red gown, were sprinkles of blood, where the whip had unknowingly sent stray drops, dark red specks that were oblivious to any watchers eye.


"This will teach you never to lay your eyes on him again!" the treacherous words left her soft pink lips and inhabited the ears of her victim.


"I am sorry Milady. I did not mean to offend you." chocked out the young girl. She might have been beautiful, if were not for her current circumstance.

Her name is Serena. A slave girl brought to the Dimando Estate when she was only a baby. There she grew up, knowing nothing but pain and violence. She spent her entire life serving on the Nobles. Her blonde, stringy hair fell hideously across her face. Where dirt was smeared on her cheek. Her lips were chapped and she sported a bruise high on her forehead. Her blue eyes were lifeless, almost grey, as tears spilled continuously out of them. Her legs were bound together, and her arms were chained above her. She wore a ragged old dress, and ratty slippers. She was nothing... And in her mind, will forever be nothing, but a slave.


"I did not give you permission to speak!" The lioness yelled, "You will respect me slave!"


The torture continued all night. And when the sun finally rose, brightening the night sky, bringing daylight into the dimly lit dungeon, the lioness put down her whip, and with a smug smile, left the room, leaving Serena hurting and defeated. As the sun sent warm rays of light onto the pale girl's face, she felt nothing, nothing but black. Her whole world was black. And once again, she thought, she was nothing, nothing, but a slave.


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"The poor girl." - "I wish we could do something!" - "Do not say that!" - "You know the punishment if we did..." - "I know... but she looks so helpless!" - "Get back to work!"


Hundreds of voices reached Serena's ears, but they meant nothing to her. She kept walking straight towards her quarter, where she would freshen up, as much as she could, and get to work. She couldn't sulk, or she would be punished. A punishment that would surely kill her. Although, death did not seem as scary as it should have, at that moment.


"Serena!" yelled Molly as she entered her sleeping quarters. The older woman's frail body came running to her, her short, dirty red hair bobbed up and down. A movement that reminded Serena of the much to painful whipping.


"Molly." Serena said in a dull voice. Her back was stooped over, her arms holding up the remaining remnants of her dress. She walked painfully to the dresser where a bowl of dirty water sat. Picking up a rag covered in dust, Serena carefully washed her back. All the while being questioned by the red haired woman.


"What happened?" - "Was she cruel?" - "She used the whip!" - "She's so heartless!" - "What did you do this time?!"


Serena stopped her movements at Molly's last question. What had she done? Why was she punished? Suddenly, it was like a dam broke loose, and a million questions flooded her mind. Where did she come from? Who were her parents? Were they slaves? Who did she look at? Why did anyone not stop this cruelness? Why was she alive? What destiny did she have to full fill besides dying as someone who was lower then dirt?


"Well?" Molly asked.


"Well what?"


"Why were you punished?"


"I do not know... Maybe... Because I.... Looked at him..."


"Did you look at him!?"


"I may have..."


"Oh, Serena! You know that is forbidden!"


"I know..."


Serena slowly took off the remaining pieces of her dress and threw it to the side. She picked up another one, that wasn't any better then the last, and put it on. She took a faded piece of cloth from her bed, and wrapped it around her head, keeping her hair away from her face. Slowly, but surely, she straightened her back, ignoring the strikes of pain through her body. She had too, the Nobles punished them if they didn't.


~*~*~*~*~*~


"Has he arrived yet?" asked a handsome man in red clothing.


"No he has not, Sire." said the man in the ragged brown shirt.


"Do you know when he will arrive?" asked red.


"No, I do not know, Sire." There was a long pregnant pause, that neither men could fill.


"Well! What are you waiting for!" said red.


"Excuse me, Sire?" said brown hesitantly.


"Go find out when he will be arriving!" said red.


"Yes Sire." said brown, scurrying away.


"My lord! I do not know why I am cursed with such retched slaves." said red.


"Bad luck, I guess, Dimando. But it seems as the slaves attitudes are changing a lot lately. Just the other day, I heard old man Kidman's slaves revolted against him. All of them, even the women and children." said a balding man to his right.


"Really? What happened?"


"Well, the authorities had to come and stop it. By the time they got there Kidman was dead, his wife raped, and one of his two children tortured. The police killed almost all of them, I dare to say, the dirty bastards deserved it."


"Quite right. If you ask me, every slave deserves it. Back to the topic, I would say Kidman deserved it!"


"You say?"


"I do. He was much to nice. Let them get away with almost anything. He was always telling me, be nice to your slaves, and their quality of work will improve. I believe, the only way to get a good slave is to scare them with mighty authority and horrible punishments." the laughter of the two men rang through the hallway.


"I must say, I agree with you. There is no better slave then a scared slave. I believe you are on to something Dimando."


"Yes. So tell me about what is going on up in the Northern Universe, Tomoe. Last I heard, there were men petitioning to end slavery."


"You are right, my dear Dimando. Men are actually trying to end slavery."


"The poor bastards! A waste of time, if you ask me."


"I agree. Although, not many would see it in our point of view."


"Whatever do you mean?"


"The origin of the petitioners began on Pluto. It took a few months, but they finally set a banned- slavery law, and since then, have snagged Uranus and Neptune into cooperating with them."


"My goodness! Where is this universe getting to!"


"Do not worry Dimando. There are also many other planets fighting against the non-slavery law. I heard Mars has even called war on Neptune if they ever mention the law to them again! I do not think the Moon will get mixed up into any of this."


"I hope not! I can not even think about a day, without my slaves! I mean, who will wash my feet then?!" Once again laughter sounded through the room.


"Gentleman. I see you are having a good time." said a petite lady. She was dressed in a dark blue, velvet gown. Had long red hair, and porcelain skin.


"Good day to you Lady Beryl." said the balding man.


"Hello Sir Tomoe. How does it go for you?"


"Quite wonderful actually. Looking as beautiful as ever I see."


"Oh please Sir Tomoe. Do not flatter me. You know it makes me blush." Beryl said in her seductive tone.


"Maybe that is what I am aiming for Lady Beryl." Tomoe said, as he picked up Beryl's hand and laid a soft kiss on her delicate flesh. Beryl's laughter was loud and seductive, making every man want.


"Well, I will see myself out. It was good to see you again Dimando." Tomoe said, and with one last glance at Beryl, he stepped out of the room.


"My goodness Dimando. How can you stand that detestable man?" Beryl said, her emotional mask dropping from her face, and showing her true feelings.


"Tomoe and I have been friends for a long time Beryl."


"But he's so... So... Old." Beryl replied, stressing on the word 'old'.


"But he is wiser then any of us."


"Who cares about wisdom. What I care about, is you, right here." Beryl said. Her voice low and seductive. She hiked up the many cloth of her skirts and sat firmly on Dimando's lap, "Do you want to know what else I want." she asked, leaning in close to his ear.


Her red eyes flamed with lust, her pink lips formed in a luscious smile. Dimando could do nothing to evade her charms. He had been trapped within her grasp since he first saw her. Beryl placed her hands on Dimando's shoulder and leaned in, placing a passionate kiss upon his lips. Dimando shifted in his seat, only to bring his companions body closer to his. His hands traveled up Beryl's back side, where he ran soothing, yet, seductive patterns, with his hands. Moans filled the room and the connection between the two became more sexual.


"I missed you last night Beryl. Where were you?" Dimando whispered breathlessly.


"I was busy punishing a slave." Beryl answered with glee.


"Was it a horrible punishment?"


"It was."


"Good." That was the last word spoken between the two of them, as they once again became engrossed with each other. Beryl's small hands traveled down Dimando's shirt, stealthily sliding beneath his red shirt and crawling up his naked chest. Dimando in turn, used one hand to pull her closer to his body and shifted his legs so she could feel his definite arousal. With his other hand he hiked up her many skirts and slid his hand along her upper thigh.


"Excuse me Sire." said a small and hesitant voice to the side.


"What is it!" yelled Dimando, obviously angry from the intrusion.


"I have the news of your upcoming guest Sire." said brown.


"Well! What is it?!"


"He will be arriving tomorrow evening." said brown, and quickly scurried away.


"Good." whispered Dimando, and returned to his ministrations on the lady in front of him.


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"Do you need some help?" whispered a young blonde girl, as she saw Serena's painful face.


Serena did not look up from her work, and instead coldly said, "Do not talk to me. You know it is forbidden."


"I was just offering you some help! You do not need to be so cold about it!" said the young girl, who promptly walked away.


Serena watched her go. The girl was new to the estate, and obviously hadn't had that hard of a time in slavery. Serena pitied her, because she knew that the girls' naivety would soon disappear. She was to innocent to survive, so she would either die, or change. No one was innocent on the Dimando Estate. No one dreamed of beautiful gardens, money, sunsets, romance... Or freedom. There was no hope, no wishes, and certainly no faith.


You were born, you became a slave, and then you died. That was the lifestyle. Didn't like it? Too bad. You had no choice in the matter. Life was not about smiles, love, or friendship. It was about pain, violence, and trying to go through a single day with out dying. You were poor and pitiless. No one will ever love you, and you will never love any one. That was a thought Serena lived with, her entire life, and it will never change. That was what life was really about, and everyday she had to deal with it.


"A special guest will be arriving tomorrow evening!" yelled a dark women, named Irene. She was clothed in a yellow dress, her hair was neatly pinned back. She was like all the other Nobles... Flawless. Although, she was not a Noble. Merely a Chamber, the guardians of the slaves. The one who told them what to do, decided who to punish, and planned the fate of each slave.


"I want this place clean! If you have to stay up all night to be sure it is, then do it! No one sleeps until I can see my reflection on the floor!" Irene yelled to the slaves. No one said anything, but you could tell no one was happy. Everyone was looking at her with a downcast expression.


"Tomorrow you will wear the customary Estate colors of red and gold! If I see you in something else you will spend a week in the dungeon! Now get to work!" Everyone sighed. Who ever was coming to the Estate must have been pretty important for Irene to place such rules.


"Why do we bother cleaning?" said a brunette, "Guests who come here only see two rooms. The dining hall and their bedroom!" many women laughed at the brunette's joke.


"I dare say, you are right." said a red head, "The only time I ever see a guest not in any of those rooms, is when they are accompanied by a woman."


"But then, the guest will never see his surroundings because the woman's dress is always much to low for him to concentrate on anything else!" said brunette.


"I must say! You woman are scandalous!" said a blonde, "Are you not scared at all of talking about Nobles that way?"


"It is the god's honest truth!" said red head.


"I believe she is right, and besides, we are only having a bit of fun." said brunette.


"We are slaves!" said blonde, "We do not deserve fun." she finished, and walked away.


"What a way to damper a person's mood." said brunette.


"No, a slave's mood..." said red head.


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"Did you finish washing the dishes?" - "Did you dust the upper hallway?" - "Did you set the preparations for tomorrow's feast?" - "Did you clean the rest rooms?" - "What about our guest's bedrooms?" - "Did you get it right?" - "Did you hear me?!"


The Chambers, Guards, and Nobles of the Estate were rushing around, making sure all was well before the arrival of the important guest. Finally, when the slaves were done, Irene could actually see her reflection on the floor. The halls were made up of red and gold. The dining room flourished with white lilies. Not even a speck of dust was found in the tiniest corner.


Although, fifteen slaves were sent to the dungeon for their 'impotence'. If you listened carefully, their screams could be heard through the halls of the great estate. In the slaves mind, the grand place may have looked clean, but in the inside it was tainted with blood, that was sure to come out into the open soon.


"How is the dinner coming?" asked Irene.


"Good Miss."


"Did you make our guest's favorite meal?"

"Yes Miss. Roast beef, with a side of mashed potatoes, green beans, and red wine."


"Good. I want to make sure everything is perfect. Set up the tasting tables." the young boy who Irene was talking to, hurried to do his task.

"You!" Irene said pointing to a petite blonde girl.


"Yes Miss?" said Serena, her eyes cast downward.


"You will be the food tester." Irene stated.


"Yes Miss." The young boy, had by then, set up a small table with small plates on it. On each plate was a sample of the food they had cooked. In a small wooden cup was a pinch of the red wine, which was to be served at the dinner.


"Go on. Test it!" Irene demanded.


Serena walked swiftly towards the table and tasted the first sample, the roast beef. She savored the delicious morsel and chew softly, and when she did not hurl over and die, Serena moved on to the next sample. Finally, she finished the last sample, the people around her waited silently for some kind of reaction, but when nothing happened, everyone dispersed, relieved but disappointed.


Although, Irene took no notice that Serena was still alive, "How did the food taste?"


"Delicious Miss."


"Good. I am going to assign you as a Server for the feast tonight. Bathe and get a Server's dress from one of the other Server girls. I want you looking your best tonight."


"Miss?"


"You heard me correctly slave! Now get a move on it!" Irene commanded.


Serena was dumbfounded. She never had been given the opportunity of becoming a.... Server. She was always just a slave. Sure, Server's were slaves too, but they got to dress up in nice uniforms, take baths, and look their best. They were the ones who actually presented themselves to the Nobles. For the first time in years, excitement built up in her body.

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The uniform was a bit snug, but it was better then her last attire of rags. Serena surveyed herself in the cold bath water she was just in. Her blonde hair was clean, but still stringy. Her body was clean of all dirt, and her dress was a short maid's uniform in deep red, out lined with gold. Her shoes were plain but comfortable. Serena had never felt so good in her whole life.


Even though she was clean, she could not wash away the marks of slavery on her body. The welts on her back still ached horribly, her lips still horrendously chapped, bruises covered her body, and her limbs were all scrawny. Even so, she felt great. Greater then she had in years. A small smile graced Serena's lips. Something no one has seen in a long time.


~*~*~*~*~*~


Time passed by quickly, and before any one could believe it. The special guest had arrived. All of the lowly slaves were rushed to their quarters, done for the day. Although, many still stayed looking after the food, cleaning places that had been dirtied, or a number of other numerous things. They all had one rule though: stay out of sight. If you walked down the halls of the estate. You would not even know, a slave was there.


The gates opened and five gallant men on horses came riding in. Their armor was plated with mud, their faces were drowsy and irritated. And why shouldn't they be. They had spent a long flight from the Earth to the Moon, and traveled quite a ways just to reach the Odnamid Estate.


"Gentleman! I am glad you could make it!" Dimando greeted. The five horseback riders climbed off their horses and studied the man in front of them. He had long white hair pulled back into a ponytail. He had handsome features, a nice tan, and beautiful grey eyes, framed by long lashes. He was wearing his customary colors of red and gold.


"Lord Harret." Said the leader of the men, "It is.... Good to see you again."


"As yourself Milord." Dimando happily replied, "Come! You must be tired. I will have a slave lead you to your room where you can freshen up before dinner."


Serena knew it was dangerous, but she cautiously stood on her tip toes to see the welcomed visitors. Around her, many other Servants tried to sneak a peak at the guest, but they knew if they were caught they would be punished, so their movements were very discreet. As the realizations of who the guests were, excited whispers began to buzz around, and a spark of hope burned into Serena for the first time in her life.

"I can not believe it is really him!" - "It can not be so!" - "I wonder why he is here..." - "Oh praise the lord!" - "Hope has finally come!" - "Please let him be here for good..."


The gentleman made their way into the Estate. Servants lined the entrance, creating something of a path to the main foyer. Their eyes immediately were cast downwards, all voices were hushed. The men's armor clanked on the polished floor as they walked, sending echoes down the halls, alerting everyone in the estate that they have entered. Each man presented an aura of authority. Serena knew then, they were not Nobles... They were Royalty.


"Well! What are you waiting for slaves! Wash down their armor!" Dimando demanded angrily when he stepped into his home.


A woman next to Serena was holding a large basin filled with water. Serena delicately picked up the wash rag in the basin and stepped forward, her gaze on the floor. The woman followed her, mimicking her motions. One of the men stepped up to her, and she immediately began to wash the mud away from his armor. Her movements were quick, afraid of the man in front of her.


"Be quick!" the man ordered. He was tired and hungry, and wanted nothing more, then a meal and a bed.


As Serena began washing the metal on his legs, the man impatiently pushed her out of the way, "Move it slave!"


He turned to his men and Dimando, "I want to be shown to my room now."


Dimando nodded and assigned a young boy to show the men their rooms. Serena quickly got up from her sprawled position on the ground, and moved back to her place in the line. But after what just happened, the spark of hope in her, burnt out. The man was not what he seemed. And that thought, that will forever haunt her, came once again to her mind. She was nothing, nothing but a slave.




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Yay! I finally finished chapter 2. I hope you all like it. It has a bit more sexual scenes then it did in the first chapter, so I warn you now, be cautious. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter! It really means a lot to me, to be able to read all your positive comments

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Forgotten Secrets
By Mystical Angel
Rated R

Chapter 2: The Same Fate


Serena could hear the whispers from the other Server girls. She could feel their hot gazes as they inspected her. Inwardly Serena snorted. These stupid slave girls. They didn't realize how bad life really was. While they were Serving the Nobles, taking baths, and working only fourteen hour days, their fellow slaves from below were being cruelly punished, having to work in feces and lice infested places, and going on for weeks without any sleep. For Serena, it was horrible to think, that slaves, such as these girls, would think of themselves above other slaves. When in reality, they were all slaves, and in the end, they all suffered from the same fate.

"You are new here?" asked a blonde haired girl.

"I am... In a way." Serena answered monotonously.

"Are you always this distant?" Serena looked at the girl out of the corner of her eye. Curiosity suddenly getting the worse of her.

"Are you always this nosy?" Serena said coldly. To her surprise the girl just smiled.

"You know, if you said that to one of the other girls, they would have just snubbed you back, and made your life a living hell."

Serena fully faced the girl. She, in a way, resembled herself. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and probably could have been her sister or close cousin. She was a Server girl, and like the other Servers had an air of innocence around them. She had no bruises, no chapped lips, no stringy hair. If she hadn't been wearing the Server uniform, Serena would have thought she was royalty. That's how sheltered Servers were.

"I have already been to hell." Serena replied plaintively. The girl's eyes widened considerably.

"What? Where are you from?"

"I am from Below."

"Below? You are a lowly slave." The girl's words dripped with disdain, "What are you doing here then?"

"What does it look like."

"You were assigned as a Server!" the girl couldn't seem to believe the words coming out of her mouth. Serena just snorted.

"Why is it so hard to believe? We are all just slaves."

"Maybe. But you are a lowly slave."

"A lowly slave. What is that? Someone who is filthy, starving, and works twenty four days just to keep this estate running!"

"No. A lowly slave is someone who can't seem to stay out of trouble! They are constantly being punished because of their impudence! They don't know their place! But then again, they don't have half the brain to know that!" the girl said, her voice icy cold. Serena's blood boiled with anger.

"And who do you think you are! Some kind of princess! Well let me delight you with reality, Your Highness. Slaves from below, or lowly slaves, as you call them, deserve more then you do! They work hard, they don't complain, and they are not selfish little brats like you! They know their place, you don't! You get to live this wonderful life because of them! And in the end, we all have the same fate! We are all nothing but slaves."

"Your mind has been muddled by your past life." the girl said, not hearing anything that Serena said.

"I will not waste any more of my breath on you. Leave me be, Mina." Serena said coldly, gazing icy daggers at the girl before her. She promptly turned her back to her.

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Through out the night the other Server slaves stayed clear of Serena. They watched her as she worked, whispered behind her back, but would not look in her eyes, when she turned to challenge them. In a way, they hated her, hated that she was among them, but in another way, they feared her. Serena was not the person they thought a lower slave would have been like. She confused them, and the words she said to Mina, were thought over very carefully.

The five guests did not appear from their rooms for many hours. Dimando had literally pulled out his hair in frustration. He would have charged up to his guests a long time ago, if Beryl had not subdued him with a hand on his shoulder. He walked back and forth in his study, waiting for a slave to tell him, his guests were ready for his company.

"You are weary with anxiety Darling." Beryl purred into his ear. She wrapped her arms around Dimando's form from behind, and leaned her petite frame against his, "Relax. They will come down when they wish too."

"It is driving me insane Beryl!" Dimando said, pulling away from Beryl's arms, "Why must they take so long! I wish to discuss the matters now."

"Do not worry Dimando, you will get what you want in due time. Be patient right now." Beryl replied seductively. She lazily walked over to her lover, swinging her hips in the motion, "I can occupy you for now."

Beryl smiled mysteriously. She wrapped her arms around Dimando's waist, pulling her body against his. She lifted her knee, and seductively rubbed it against his groin. Dimando groaned lustfully and laid his hands on Beryl's shoulders. He leaned his head down, and rested it near Beryl's neck, where he took in her bodily scent.

"That's it, Dimando. Relax for now." Beryl whispered.

She trailed her hands down Dimando's back and went to take off his shirt, as she rubbed her knee harder against his groin. Her lips trailed patterns across his neck, as she lifted the ends of his shirt out of his slacks. Suddenly Dimando tightened his grip on Beryl's shoulders and pushed her away.

"Not now Beryl." he haggardly whispered.

"What?" Beryl said incredulously. She took in his tight breathing, lustful eyes, and obvious erection.

"Are you sure?" she purred, pulling herself against his body. She rubbed herself up and down, making sure he felt every curve of hers.

"I said stop whore!" Dimando yelled, pushing Beryl's body away. She stumbled back, tripping over her many skirts, and landing in a rumpled heap on the floor.

Dimando walked out of his study, leaving the fuming lady behind. Beryl's face turned beat red in humiliation. Her growl of anger escaped Dimando's fleeting ears. She quickly stood up, her eyes avoiding any slave nearby, and in a huff of red, she disappeared down the hall.

"Sire..." said brown, his eyes cast down, his form still.

"What is it?" Dimando demanded.

"Your guests are ready to dine Sire."

"Good. Bring them to the eating hall. I will arrive shortly."

"Yes Sire."

Dimando examined himself in his mirror. His clothes were all in place, creased in the right places, and no traces of lint or stains anywhere. His black boots were polished, and his grandfather's antique sword, polished and glinting, strapped lazily to his waist. His hair was perfect, pulled back in a neat horsetail, his skin was clean, and his body gave off a manly cologne.

"This is it. This is the night Dimando Harret becomes richer than anyone else on the Moon. This is the night, I receive my title, and become King of the Moon. This is the night I began my rule." Dimando smiled evilly at himself through the mirror.

Dimando walked stealthily to the door, his polished boots clicking on the marble floor. He took once last glance at his mirror before continuing down the hallway. As he entered the lavish dining hall, he noticed his five guests standing around the table.

"Gentlemen, it is wonderful for you to grace me with your presence tonight." Dimando said, as he approached the waiting men.

"It is good to see you Dimando." said the ring leader of the men. Dimando noticed the way the other four men, surrounded their leader, as if they were guarding him.

"It is good to see you too, Endymion." Dimando said to the man, "Everyone, please, sit. Let us enjoy our dinner."

Dimando motioned for the men to take their seats, as he took head of the table and sat down in the chair there. He noticed Beryl took a seat near the ring leader of the men, instead of her customary seating to his left. A hint of jealously grew in him, as he watched her perform her charms on his guest.

"So Endymion, how is Earth?" Dimando asked the man to his right.

"It is well." Endymion replied, his attention more on the woman to his right.

"I heard you are doing a wonderful job, considering you father died last month."

"The people love Prince Endymion. He is a great ruler." said a white haired man.

"I have no doubts Sir..." Dimando said, secretly asking the man for his name.

"Malachite. First in command of Prince Endymion's guards and army."

"So you are the famous warrior I have heard so much about. Well it is wonderful to be in such a presence." Dimando said. Malachite nodded his head curtly in reply.

"This is my second in command Zoicite." Malachite said, motioning to the man beside him, " And the other two men here are Nephrite of the Training Office, and Jedite of the Weaponry Office.

The men said their brief hellos. Although their eyes wandered around in obvious boredom. The four guards were dressed in the same uniform. A grey form fitting outfit, with black polished boots. Dimando could not see, but he was sure each man had many weapons hidden beneath the one layer of cloth.

Dimando grew weary of the conversation, and commanded his slaves, "Serve the dinner!"

Serena stepped forward from her position in the shadows. Her hands held the red wine bottle, and with her eyes cast downward, she poured the wine into each of their goblets. After she was done filling the goblets, she retreated back to the shadows. Once in the shadows, she surveyed the people at the table. They were all well dressed, and all very wealthy. The one man from before caught her eye.

The Prince of Earth, Endymion Marquis. He was charmingly flirting with the Lady Beryl. He was dressed perfectly, his out fit made of blue and black, his kingdom's colors. Serena remembered seeing him once before, and overall he hadn't changed. His black hair was probably longer, and fell messily over his face. Though his blue eyes were still a mysterious ocean blue.

This was the man, most slaves looked forward to for help. Prince Endymion was known for his generosity towards slaves. He treated his slaves with much kindness, and those slaves of other masters. Though now, Serena had a hard time believing this, after the way he had treated just hours before. If a man cared so much for slaves, why did he act as if she was nothing in the great hall.

"So, Endymion, what is that of which you wanted to discuss with me?" asked Dimando, acting dumb. Sources of his, had found out Prince Endymion's plan, weeks before.

"Oh yes. The reason of my visit Dimando," began Endymion, "Is that I wish to create an alliance between the Moon and Earth."

"I see." Dimando said, picking his words wisely, "But as you know Endymion, the Moon can not have an alliance. After the fall of the Silver Kingdom, no new ruler has taken control."

"Yes, that is also the part of which I want to discuss. The Moon's territory is free country right now. It can be taken by any free Noble, as long as they have a Blessed Royalty."

"Yes, I know this."

"You see. The Moon right now, is inhabited by many wealthy families. Families that would do Earth good through an alliance, if we ever got in trouble."

"I see your point, but I do not know where it is heading."

"Dimando, I have known you for a long time now, and I feel, that it is time for the Moon to have a new ruler. And after much thought, I think you would do great for this kingdom."

"What are you saying Endymion?"

"I want you to take over the Moon and form an alliance with the Earth Kingdom."

"And the Blessed Royalty?"

"Which would be me." replied Endymion, "And possibly Mercury as well. The king there, liked this idea very much, when I presented it to him."

Dimando smiled in delight, "This is wonderful! When shall we begin the paperwork for this process?"

"Tomorrow. Right now, I wish to finish eating and take to my bed."

"As you wish Endymion. But please, this is a great honor you are bestowing upon me. Let me give you something in return." Dimando said politely.

"What did you have in mind Dimando?"

"Well, I want to give you five thousand pounds of our best moon rock, and a handful of our best slaves."

"That sounds fine. We will discuss the preliminaries tomorrow."

"Great." said Dimando, inwardly jumping up and down with glee.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Are you sure Dimando is the best leader for the Moon?" Malachite asked later that night, when the five men were settling down for the night.

"I think he is Malachite."

"I mean no offense Endymion, but to continue what Malachite is saying here, I must say that I think you made a bad judgement here." said Zoicite.

"I have to agree," said Jedite, "Dimando isn't actually known for his kindness."

"I know what you are talking about my friends," said Endymion reassuringly, "But I have know Dimando for a long time now. And I think he will lead the Moon to rising glory."

"We respect that Endymion." replied Malachite. The other three men, nodded their agreement.

"Now if you will excuse me, I want to retire to my room, as should you all. We have a long day ahead of us."

"Yes Endymion."

As Endymion left the room, the other four men stayed behind. Discussing many things they did not want to say in front of their Prince, "Endymion thinks he is doing the right thing, but I do not think he sees it the same way as us."

"I know what you mean Malachite. I do not think Dimando is the best leader for the Moon." said Nephrite, putting in his say of the matter.

"Dimando may have the right leader qualities, but over all he is a cruel person." said Jedite.

"But there is nothing we can do about it now." said Zoicite. The four men nodded in disappointment before retiring to their room.

Endymion stepped into his dimly lit room. A fire had been started, making the room warmer then it should have been. The curtains to his balcony were pulled shut. And there, lying on his bed was Lady Beryl, in all her beautiful glory.

"Prince Endymion," she purred, standing up from her position on the bed, "I was wondering when you would be coming."

She seductively walked to Endymion's still form. Her hips swayed in the motion, the light, sheer material she wore, caressed her bare skin beneath it. Her red hair was let loose, flowing in waves around her body, and her eyes were locked on the man in front of her. Eyes that held lust, and mystery of what was to come next.

"Lady Beryl," Endymion growled sexually, "I am glad you are here."

Beryl laughed as she approached Endymion. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down into a searing kiss. Endymion seductively moved his hands up and down Beryl's body, exploring all her feminine curves. Beryl, in return, gently scratched her hands down Endymion's back and pulled his shirt over his head.

Beryl smiled as she rubbed her hands across Endymion's bare chest. She purred quietly as her delicate tongue licked a straight line across his nipple. Endymion shivered in response. He quickly divested Beryl and himself of their clothes. Grabbing a hold of Beryl's petite body, he stealthily moved them to the bed.

His large frame covered Beryl's petite one. His lower body trapped hers to the bed, erasing any plans of escape. Beryl was soon moving and screaming with pleasure, as Endymion's hands brought her to her sexual peak.

Endymion covered Beryl's nipple with his mouth, his hand squeezing and massaging the other breast. His other hand was busy burying itself in Beryl's mound. His fingers pumping in and out of her warm folds. Beryl's back arched as Endymion continued his ministrations on her body.

When Endymion brought Beryl to her peak for the second time that night, he got up from his position. He spread Beryl's legs wide open with his hands, and plunged his hardened member into her. He pumped himself in and out of Beryl. Bring both of them to their peak numerous of times though out the night.

And finally when the Earth was high in the sky, and both naked bodies collapsed on the bed, each as sweaty as the other, their act of love making stopped. Endymion curled to his side, as his eyes closed sleepily. He absent mindedly felt Beryl's small hand sneak around his waste and rest on his hip.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Where is your Lady friend now Dimando?" asked a petite woman. She wore an emerald gown, with small green slippers. Her hair was let down, and on top of her head she wore a small tiara.

"I do not know Esmeralda." Dimando lied. He had a good idea where Beryl was that night.

"It seems as if she left you, for that young handsome prince of Earth."

"I will not listen to your lies Esmeralda."

"What I saw Dimando is not lie." the woman stalked slowly towards the man in front of her, "You just won yourself a great honor tonight. You deserve some congratulations."

"And who is to give it to me. You?"

"Why not? I can be very good."Esmeralda said, purring into Dimando's ear. Her small arms wrapped around Dimando's body.

"You have been trying to get into my pants since the beginning Esmeralda."

"And if it hadn't been for that stupid Lady Beryl. I would have been in there a long time ago. Come now Dimando. I know you want it."

Dimando didn't know why. If it was because of his pent up jealousness for Beryl, or because of his just received title, he let Esmeralda continue with her sexual ministrations. The woman he had avoided for so long now, was finally getting what she wanted. And in the end, what Dimando wanted.

Her petite hands brought Dimando over the edge many times. And when he tried to return the favor, she would not let him. Instead acting as his very own sex slave. Inwardly Esmeralda smiled, Dimando was going to be hers after all. She was afraid Beryl had stolen her position, but now she knew, it was her who was going to be ruling beside him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Did you hear?" - "A handful of us is going to Earth." - "Some of us will be saved from this life!"

"Do you hear that Serena?" asked Molly.

"What?"

"Hope. For the first time in this estate, the slaves here talk with hope."

"Oh..."

"They know, that they have a good chance to be saved."

"Saved?" asked Serena, confused.

"Yes, saved. Fifty of the slaves here, will be saved."

"Like I said Molly, saved? Saved from what?"

"From this life of course!"

"How can we be saved from this life?"

"I heard the Prince of Earth is very good to his slaves."

"I do not believe that."

"How can you not?!"

"I do not know. But I do not believe it."

"How can you say such a thing?"

"Molly, no matter where we are, we will always be lower than dirt. We will always be slaves. No matter who is our master, because we will always be surrounded by Nobles who will hate us."

"I do not know what you are saying."

"No matter if our master is Dimando Harret, or the Prince of Earth, we are all just slaves. And in the end, after our life has been lived, we will all have the same fate."

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Yay! Finally another chapter! Wooo! hehe. It has been a total of 13 days since my last update. Lucky huh! Hehe. Anyway, I was listening to the Moonlight Sonata and thought, hey! This song reminds me of this chapter. It was ironic. LOL!




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Standard Disclaimer Here




Forgotten Secrets

By Mystical Angel

Rated R




Chapter 3: The Vengeance of Fate




"Is there anything else I can give you, Endymion?" asked Dimando. He was once again, neatly dressed, an image of perfection.




"No, Dimando. This will do."




"Are you sure?"




"Yes." Endymion said, irritated at how Dimando kept pressing the matter, "The moon stone, slaves, and the alliance are enough at the moment."




"As you wish, Endymion."




Dimando tried desperately to keep his eyes from gazing at the young prince. Lady Beryl had taken to accompany him. The whole time in his presence, Beryl had her petite arms wrapped around Endymion. Her small lips would occasionally send tiny kisses to the man in her arms. Endymion's arms were possessively wrapped around the petite lady, his hand settling on her hip, where he unconsciously rubbed soothingly.




Dimando suddenly turned his gaze to the two lovers as Beryl threw her head back and laughed. He narrowed his eyes at the sight they two people made. He clenched the hilt of his sword unconsciously as Endymion made sexual advances on Beryl.




"I think we are done for the day Dimando. I will see you." Endymion said, getting up from his seated position. He waited for no response from Dimando, as he hurriedly ushered Beryl out of the room.




"Looks as if they were off in a hurry." said Esmeralda. Her small frame stepped fully into room, after Endymion and Beryl left.




"What do you want Esmeralda?" Dimando said coldly. Both heated and frustrated from the display that was just before him.




"My, aren't we grouchy right now." Esmeralda said, stepping up to Dimando, "And as it looks, quite ready too."




Esmeralda's seductive voice floated through the room. She lazily walked behind Dimando, and wrapped her hands around his shoulder region, where she gave him a deep massage. She pressed her body against his broad back, adding sexual pleasure to her ministrations. She leaned her lips close to Dimando's ear, where she playfully nipped his lobe.




"Stop Esmeralda." Dimando said weakly.




"Why?"




"Because I said so. I do not wish to have your body."




"You did not think that last night."




"Last night was a mistake."




"I do not believe you," Esmeralda said. She wrapped one leg around Dimando's body, pulling him closer.




Dimando gave a small growl before swiftly grabbing the lady, and throwing her harshly on the table before him. He straddled her with his arms and looked down at her heated form. He harshly tore the dress from her body, and quickly had her screaming with pleasure. Esmeralda moaned with pleasure and pain. Dimando's hands were frustrated and hard. He grabbed her roughly, using all of his arm strength.




"I am not soft. I am rough." Dimando whispered to Esmeralda as she basked in the afterglow.




When she became right of mind, she softly replied back, "I am not complaining."




Dimando's eyes narrowed with lust. He tore of his own clothes and pounded hard into Esmeralda, on top of the table he and Endymion were just sitting at. The two lovers' screams of pleasure echoed though out the room, sounds that were similar to other noises inside the estate.




~*~*~*~*~*~




"Serena did you hear!" Molly said, running up to the petite girl.




"What?" Serena said, not looking up from the pile of dirty laundry before her.




"Chamber Irene, has posted the fifty slaves who are going to Earth with the Prince, in the kitchen." Molly said excited, "Come with me to check if our names are on it."


Serena could do nothing as the older girl grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward the kitchen. As they arrived, a crowd of slaves had already gathered. People pushed to the front as they tried desperately to sneak a peak at the list. Serena saw many people shouting with joy and anguish around her. A young boy walked silently past them, his tear filled gaze caught Serena's.




"My mother and sister are being sent to Earth. I am not. I get to stay in this hell hole and die . . . alone." the young boy said, as the tears spilled from his eyes. Serena did nothing to comfort him. There was nothing she could do.

Molly pushed her way to the list, dragging the petite girl behind her. As they approached it, a brunette woman squealed with delight. She ran to a man and exclaimed the exciting news to him. The man smiled and grabbed her around the waist, swinging her in circles.




"I cannot believe we are both going to Earth!" said the young woman.




"My love, we have a chance for life yet!" said the man.




Because of the woman's absence, Serena and Molly, were able to stand right in front of the list. Molly's eyes rummaged up and down the paper on the wall, while Serena's eyes wandered around the crowd, taking in the sight before her. She could feel Molly's grip tighten in anticipation, as she read the list. Suddenly, Molly let out a huge sigh and released Serena's hand.




"Well?" asked Serena.




"I am not going to Earth." said Molly. Serena turned to the girl, she tried to force sympathy into her eyes, but going years without any emotion, it was hard to do, and in the end, she could not do it.




"I am sorry Molly."




"It's ok," Molly said, although her voice betrayed her, "But guess who is."




"Who?"




"Congratulations Serena." said a small voice behind her. Serena's head whipped around, and her gaze landed on Mina. Her eyes were sad, and her little hands clutched the hem of her dress, twisting it in her fingers.




"You are going to Earth. How lucky of you." said Mina.




"Are you?" asked the petite blonde.




"No. I am staying here." Mina whispered sadly, a silent tear running a course down her cheek.




"Why are you sad?" asked Serena. Mina looked up surprised.




"You are a Server Mina. I thought you lived a good life, as you so graciously put it."




"I have my reasons' Serena." Mina said softly. She whispered a silent prayer to her self as she turned around and walked away.




Mina walked a path down the hallway to her quarters. She did not know of her fate that was yet to come. Though, it scared her. The tears continued to flow from her eyes. Her hands clutched the hem of her dress, twisting it between her fingers. Dread was coming. She knew it. She could feel it. Those people who were going to Earth, were lucky. They were not going to be here when chaos would ensue. The blood behind the walls of the Odnamid Estate would soon come out into the clear.




"Mina." said a man's voice.




Mina turned sharply. She saw a figure hidden in the shadows. She could not see his face, could not see what he looked like. All she had vision of, was his grey coat. Though, in an instant, she knew who this man was. And she was not scared in the least. She gazed down as the man stepped out of the shadows and put his hands gently on her shoulders. Sobs wracked her body, as the man pulled her closer to his body, wrapping his strong arms around her petite form.




"Oh my love!" Mina cried, "I am not going to Earth!"




No words were said, because no words were needed. Tears fell from each of their eyes. The silent truth haunted both of them. In the shadows of the hallway, there they huddled, praying for a miracle. But in this day and age, miracles were scarce, and as expected, nothing came to help them. They were lost in their own anguish. Anguish, that would spread, and affect everyone.




~*~*~*~*~*~




"When do you leave Endymion?" asked Beryl. She lay on the bed in the Prince of Earth's bedroom chamber. She wore no clothes, only the sheer white sheet, covered her creamy body.




"Tomorrow." Endymion said bluntly.




His hand was on the mantel of the fireplace, his body leaning into the stone. He watched the flames flicker, the brilliant color reflecting in his eyes. He wore a blue robe to cover his nudity. His body was tense, his features wild. It was an erotic scene. A scene everyone would wish to be part of, but pleasure was far from the room. Instead, anxiety replaced it.




"Why do you not come back to bed my love?" asked Beryl.




"I am not your love!" Endymion yelled back.




Turmoil brewed in his eyes, as he stared at Beryl's naked form. His eyes scared her. Never before had he looked upon her with such contempt. There was a Vengeance around him, which Beryl could not ignore. Her body tensed, her arms pulled the sheet closer to her body. Suddenly she felt like a. . . . whore. But her pride had once again driven her mind.




"Do not speak to me in that tone!" Beryl yelled at him.




"I will speak to you in whatever tone I wish!"




Beryl scrambled from the bed, searching quickly for her discarded dress, "You are a bastard!"




"And you are a whore. Now we are even."




"I am no more a whore, than you are!"




Endymion stalked to the petite lady. Fire glowed in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists. Beryl stood proudly, but her eyes betrayed her. Behind the anger she held, fear was consuming her. Beryl slowly walked toward the door, she wanted to make a quick exit, before anything rational happened.




"Take that back." Endymion said in a low voice.




Beryl held her head high. Pride taking over her, "I will not! You are a bastard prince. An orphan! I feel sorry for your people!"




Endymion's eyes glazed over with anger. And once again, Vengeance clouded around him. In an instant, his arm raised, and his hand connected with the side of Beryl's face. He sent her sprawling to the ground. A scream of pain emitted from her lips. She desperately tried to keep the sheet over her nudity, but her fall had it ripping from her body.




"You will leave now!" Endymion growled.




He opened the door, and grabbed Beryl's arm, pulling her outside his chambers. He left her there, alone, cold, and naked. Her whole body blushed with humility. Her hand cradled her bruised cheek. In her mind, she vowed Vengeance against Endymion.




Endymion remained in his room, thoughts running through his ruptured mind. He had hit a woman. For the first time in his life, he had lost his temper . . . And hit a woman. Not just any woman, but a woman he made love too many times throughout his stay at the Estate. He had treated her like a. . . . whore. Endymion sighed in defeat. Beryl was right. He was no more of a whore, than she was.




"Endymion." said a voice from his doorway.




The Prince of Earth looked up, to see his long time best friend standing there, "Malachite."




"What is the matter, my friend? Why do you look so distressed?" Malachite asked. He walked over to Endymion's prone form.




"Am I not a good ruler, Malachite?"




"What? You are a great ruler."




"I do not feel that way right now."




"Endymion, what is the matter?"




"For the first time in my life, I have shamed myself."




"What are you saying?"




"Malachite, my friend, I attacked a person who was weaker than I."




"What?" Malachite said shocked.




"I hit a woman."




Malachite's face blanched. Never would he have thought, to hear those words about his beloved friend, "Who?"




"Lady Beryl."




Malachite let out a sigh. His face softened. A small smile graced his lips, "Do not fret about it Endymion."




"Do not fret about it!"




"I am sure whatever you did to Lady Beryl, she highly deserved it."




"I am ashamed of myself! If I cannot control my temper against an insolent woman, how can I toward my people!"




"Endymion, it was a one time thing. You, of all people, learn from their mistakes. I have a feeling, this will never happen again."




Endymion sighed in defeat. Malachite was probably right, "What has become of me," whispered the young prince.




"I do not understand." Malachite replied.




"I have changed. I know you have noticed. A Vengeance has clouded around me. It is consuming me."




"You are still angered by your parents deaths." said Malachite, saddened by the memory.




"I try not to be, but it is hard. Why was Fate so cruel to me?!"




"No one knows the mind of Fate. She is an existence we know of, yet do not know of. She is a mystery, and no one will ever understand her ways."




"My parents were good people." Endymion said, his eyes burning with anger, "I hate Fate. I hate her!"




The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. A vase that was once beautiful, now laid in pieces on the floor. Malachite closed his eyes, at his friends anger. He understood what he was feeling. He knew the emotion of wanting, yet you could not have it. It was in front of your eyes, yet you could not reach it. It was so close, yet it was so far away. It was like the object you so desperately want, but when you reach for it, it was just barely out of your reach, its surface brushing against your fingertips.




"As do we all, Endymion. And as do we love her, as well. Fate is both cruel and just. She picks her victims in the most mysterious way. The Vengeance of Fate will always be upon us."




Endymion's body sagged. His anger passed, and was replaced with anguish. It hurt Malachite's heart to see his best friend like this. He was the prince of a great kingdom. And to see him broken, was a hit to anyone's heart. Endymion peered into Malachite's reddened eyes. He had been crying. If it was for him, or for another person, he did not know.




~*~*~*~*~*~




"I wish you were coming with me, Molly." Serena said later that time.




She was leaving in the morning. And possibly, Serena would probably never lay her eyes on the Odnamid Estate again. She was not hopeful like the other slaves going. She was scared. Scared of change, scared of a new life, scared for what Fate was going to bring her.




"I do too. But Fate did not want me to go."




"Fate can be cruel at times. I hate her."




"Do not hate Fate, Serena. She has chosen you. You are a lucky person."




"I do not feel lucky!"




"Why do you say that?!" Molly asked surprised.




"I thought I had my whole life planned out. I was brought to the Estate, I grew up at the Estate, I was a slave at the Estate, and then I would die at the Estate. Now Fate, has thrown in another life for me. She twisted it around her little finger, and I bet, she is enjoying my suffering."




"Fate is giving you another chance! Do not denounce her name like so."




"I am scared Molly." Serena choked out. Tears began to fall from her cheeks.




"Oh Serena. I am scared for you. I am scared for me. I am scared for everyone here. The Vengeance of Fate, haunts us all."




Serena never saw Molly again. Though she did hear of the courageous things, the young woman would do in the future. She would never forget Molly's face. She would never forget the hope that always shined in her eyes. She would never forget the great friend she had, that she never acknowledged. Her future was set before her, and she was walking down that path. She was alone, but Serena knew, that behind her, Molly was rooting for her the entire way.




Malachite made sure each slave going to Earth boarded the ship, that would take them there. His eyes wandered over the many bodies, wishing he could see one person, but knew she was not there. Around him, all the people, bubbled with excitement. Although, Malachite was frozen. Frozen with anguish.




"My friend." Endymion whispered. He had noticed Malachite's anguished state, since he had comforted him in his room.




"Yes Endymion."




"What is it that bothers you?"




"The same thing that bothers you."




"And what is that?"




Malachite looked over to his friend, "The Vengeance of Fate."




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