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In loving memory of Terry the kitty.
My fiance and I found him on the cold, rainy night before Thanksgiving last year. He was very small, trembling and skittish. After we bathed him that night and took him home the next day, he turned out to be one of the most adventurous, brave little kittens. He was the first kitten I named and raised.
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Once upon a time, there was a mischievous sprite. She was a very mean-spirited shape shifter with a beautiful face and body and a long fluffy tiger-striped tail. She called herself a goddess of Misery, thriving off of the tears and agony of others. All of the murders and mishaps she caused were very fulfilling to the sprite, but her hunger was insatiable.
One day, the sprite came across a crying little boy. As she sipped his tears with a devious grin, she spoke to him.
Sprite: Hello there, little boy. Why are you crying?
Boy: Someone killed my mommy and daddy.
The sprite felt her heart lift with joy when the boy replied. She laughed softly, proud of her work. But then the boy stopped crying.
Boy: It was you…
Sprite: What’s that?
Boy: You killed all these poor people.
The cold, rushing winds fell silent. The streets were empty. There wasn’t a trace of life around, save for the grieving little boy. But the sprite felt slightly uncomfortable. Something wasn’t right about the boy.
Boy: I knew I’d find you, Goddess Tigera.
Sprite: How do you—
The boy embraced her and held her tight. The sprite struggled in an attempt to get away— teleport, fight him, anything! The boy’s tears nearly drowned her. Even with her levitation abilities she could not stop the boy from dangling from her neck. She glared into his eyes.
Boy: I thought you were a good goddess.
Tigera: But I am!
Boy: Then why is there so much blood on your hands, Goddess Tigera? Why is my family dead?
Tigera smirked, a wicked glint in her strange eyes.
Tigera: Their suffering in the moment is my meal, but your suffering is my dessert, little one. So just keep crying, and let me go!
Boy: That’s unfortunate.
Tigera: What is?
Boy: That you’re not a good goddess.
The boy’s voice was growing deeper, the city, darker. Time stopped around them, and the sprite found herself in a damp, dark place. She couldn’t move, even as the boy slipped off her neck and cupped her face in his tiny hands. He spoke to her in his deep voice.
Boy: Wait here, goddess. I’ll be right back.
And so the sprite waited for the boy to return. Eventually her patience ran thin, as she was rambunctious. She used her powers to set herself free and find the boy. But she couldn’t find him in all the dark, long and winding halls. And then, after wandering the halls, she heard a distinct sound: choking. She rushed to the source of the sounds and found the boy choking and vomiting black goo onto the floor.
Tigera: Little boy?
Boy: H-help…. me… please…
His voice is normal again. He stares up at the sprite with dark tears in his eyes. The naughty sprite wanted to drink his tears again, but they seemed different from his crystal pure tears.
Tigera: Well… what is this?
Boy: Help me. H-help… gh— uuh—uuuuuuuuuuugh—
The goo sprang to life and swallowed the boy up, right before the sprite’s eyes. She watched in mild curiosity as the form twisted into a tall, dark and handsome devil with slender eyes, sharp suit, and a slick black tongue. He bowed politely, offering his hand. As he spoke, the sprite shivered. She noticed that it was the same deep voice that the boy spoke with earlier. When the sprite took his hand, she felt an unspeakable feeling.
Nagi: Hmmm hmmm… hello there, goddess.
Tigera: Oh? Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?
Nagi: Xenon Naginata. And the pleasure is mine.
The pulled her hand close to him and let his long, black tongue fall from his mouth. Slowly, he dragged it along the back of the sprite’s hand, curling it back into his mouth. The sprite’s eye twitched and she spoke with slight disgust.
Tigera: You’re interesting, but not as fun as the little boy that you… did something with.
Nagi: Oh, little Taka? He’s resting safe and sound, back in here.
The devil pat his chest, smirking proudly.
Nagi: We were never really sad, yet… we caught you. And now you’re in my little home away from home.
Tigera: Home… away from home? Who are you, really?
He insisted that they don’t talk with words, but with their bodies. As he wrapped around her, she closed her eyes. She never felt so warm, yet so cold to the bone at the same time. The warmness in her chest grew more and more as days went by. She curled her toes and grit her teeth as the devil’s comforting aura surrounded her. And then…
She was happy.
She smiled as the darkness cleared, but when she looked, the devil was nowhere to be found. Instead, she found a small note.
“My ferocious Sun, look for me during twilight. I will come to you, and we will be together forever.”
She felt weird. That’s what she wanted, to be with this strange man and find out more about him. Why her? She didn’t feed from misery for a very long time, longing only to visit this man’s little home away from home every twilight. Soon, she started calling herself the Tigress. He brought worshipers to her and they praised her as the Lady Karma. Before she knew it, the sprite was bonded by blood and body to the stranger from the shadows.
As the moon set when the twilight hours faded, she knew that she had to meet him…