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I'm just a soul whose intentions are good - oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood. P E R S E P H O N E   I S   H O M E . but her hands are tied to the wrong side. independent OC ♡ not affiliated with any fandoms. ♡ tracking: manibusligatum.

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Open Sleeping Beauty AU l HAS MAJOR TRIGGERS.

——-“Worthless am I?! How about now?!” He shouted at no one in particular, his hips beginning to thrust into her, “I AM NOT WORTHLESS!” He thrust harder, and harder, tearing her open, and breaking her hymen brutally, his hand reaching to grasp at her hair as he thrust. All he cared about was this moment, and the pleasure he was getting from inflicting pain on this beauty that would indefinitely reject him if given the chance. He thrust, and thrust until his powerful orgasm, his seed spilling into her, and he collapsed onto the beauty his fingers releasing her hair as he rested for a moment, his breathing unsteady. He stood up after a long moment, and shoved his now flaccid member back into his trousers, allowing a twisted smile to form across his lips. “What about now princess?” he taunted down at the maiden, seeing the bruises, and blood he had caused between her legs, his eyes gazing down at her. He lifted her from the ground, and pulled her onto his horse. He kept her limp body close to him, and started off towards home. All he knew was that he was never going to let her leave now. He needed a woman, and his father had never said she couldn’t be unconscious under some form of spell. ——When he rode up to the palace, and slipped off the horse he pulled her down with him, letting her land with a thump onto the stone ground, and lifted her carelessly into his arms, “I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the night.” he insisted, and the servants stared at him in awe, but none dared to say a word as he made his way to his chambers, and laid her down onto his bed. He looked down at the maiden his eyes lingering on her. What to do with her now? He sat beside her on the bed, and merely stared at her. This went on for a month as he got every magician, and supposed cure-giver to see her, trying to awaken her, his father beat him nearly every night calling him a disappointment for finding the only girl in the land that couldn’t be awakened. She stayed in his chambers, and he raped her nearly every night after his own beating, blaming her for everything that happened. It wasn’t until a month, and a half had gone by that mysteriously, and quite on accident the young prince knocked the flax that had put her out in the first place from her fingertip, and as he stood over her one evening he noticed her eyes beginning to flutter….she was waking up.

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 Princess of Spring, once so lovely and beautiful and bright, now withered away in the darkness of winter. You see, she sleeps all through the colder seasons, hidden away in the depths of the woods, she's supposed to be guarded by the trees, to ensure no one takes her from her resting place but she supposes in retrospect, when in winter and the trees are all dead, she shouldn't expect them to protect her from men who would steal her away, just as she has been. Through the darkness there is nothing, she is completely numb to his actions, completely unaware of his sins and so blissfully peaceful that her body may be used over and over again, no one inside her mind would notice a single thing. At least, not until she's awoken, not until a sharp pain shoots into her core and there's a warm moisture in between her thighs, raw and used and bloodied. Persephone's eyes flutter open and she groans, rolling onto her stomach and curling her legs beneath her with  a whine.   She peeks up, glancing around at her surroundings, eyes settling on the boy and then down at her tattered clothing, her bruised form. She tries to move into a sitting position but it hurts far too much and the princess can only look to the stranger in confusion; she doesn't even know what sex is, what this strange hollow (and currently bleeding) hole is - isn't it supposed to be healed? Persephone opens her mouth to speak, fingers probing the painful area tentatively. "---Wh-Who are you..? Did you s-save me? Why does it--hurt?"

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{ϟ;; ———   Oh, what a splendiferous sight — she was truly a marvel of pure beauty. Yes, her skin was that of a decaying corpse, the skin underneath her eyes sickly like she had been infected with a terribly disease. But Rupert found himself entranced — crimson hues watching intently as the woman sang and danced within her watery stage.                                         “—-…What a lovely voice you possess my love, and who might you be? A siren perhaps?”

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Stranger. The goddess smiles up, honey-speckled eyes meeting crimson in the grey light. Yes, she is very much dead, looks dead, feels cold and dead, water-logged and decaying but there is still an air or sping she was once heir to surrounding her, such beauty - enticing like the lake she lives in, she'll tempt you into the water with her if you're not careful, she'll drag you under with her cold dead hands. "--Thank you, kind stranger. I am Persephone, daughter of seasons and mother of the creek. I was once princess of spring, but surely that was years before you turned." A sweet smile and snap of her jaw, teasing eyes. It is her way to seduce, form a bond and keep her lovely boys tied to her until its time to let the river claim them and their precious, precious love.

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Rain. The goddess lays with her feet in the water, eyes shut and head back. It's raining - she doesn't feel it that much, now that she spends ninety-nine percent of her time singing in the water, but it's wonderful to be caught in, the heavy drops making impact on her corpse-like skin. The girl is painted blue and green, you see. Lifeless grey skin, seaweed bags under her eyes and the colour of the deepest part of her kingdom clinging to her hair - goodness, she is a sight of horror, a creature of marvel.                  She hears footsteps, but she is not worried, she'll merely continue her merry splashing of water with her feet as though they don't even exist.

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{ ✬;;——-                         { And the dainty blonde archangel will fall for her tricks for she is really rather naive and vulnerable at times. Pulling her jacket tighter around her tiny frame, she places her small hands in the pockets within the fabric as it’s quite chilly outside, she thinks. Her youth is nothing but a façade. Ariel is older than the Earth itself, she was around when Father had created his playthings, and therefore she is older than the goddess. But if you fell for the façade then she is nothing but an ordinary seventeen year old. You may as well believe as such because she will never admit her real age. }

                      { Due to the fact that it’s late, Ariel is already on edge, so she starts as the other blonde approaches, her speech ringing in her ear drums. Unfortunately for her, her wariness subsides when she see’s that this girl is not a demon or a vampire or a werewolf, so therefore she must be human, right? A human needing her help was hardly something to be afraid of. Though that didn’t explain how she knew what the archangel is. }

                                         ”Of course, what happened?”

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Sweet. I wonder if she's fucked yet. The goddess rises from her river completely, sodden clothing trailing sluggishly behind her, soaking the ground at her feet. The goddess is crude, but that is only because she is so disgustingly used. Defiled. She can't help but wonder if she has been, too. A bright smile tugs pale lips up at the corners, eyes widening. Perhaps this little one would be more useful in her kingdom, where you cant feel the cold, wet or dark. It's so much of all three down there, once inhaled and pulled under she would hardly notice the bad things in life. Death at the river's hand is a beautiful escape, would you like to try it?  She holds out her arm, the clotted and blackened liquid now slowly ceasing its spurting. Hm. Must have been the water aiding it out. The cut was caused by a fisherman's hook, the goddess was enticed by the glinting metal in the murky water, she reached out to touch it and it sliced her fragile skin so deep that she screamed. It's needless to say, the fisherman hasn't made it home today. If people search, they will find him at the very bottom of the river being fed on by her fishes. They eat what they're told to.                                            "Fishing accident. Will you help me?" 

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Death. The scent and taste of it fills the air - yes, air. Persephone has strayed from her river once more to drier climes. She's found a home - a house, really, filled with decay, the sort she is used to in the depths of her kingdom of ruin, the suffocating and murky blue that fills your lungs and chokes you from inside out. A loud knock on the door. You could say she's intrigued. 

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                       lay me down.                    let the { only sound }                            be the                     O V E R F L O W                    [pockets full of gold] 

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Change. The goddess needs a change - she's decided to stray from her lover's corpse, decided to leave her final resting place. She swept away from the forest and into a slightly more populated area - she's never done such a thing before, how strange it is to be out. She hears the call of the water but washes it away with a shake of the head, hair stained green and cold lips blue. She regards a woman standing alone, and decides to approach, her dress trailing behind in a wet and sloppy fashion. She looks as though she's been caught in a rain storm, the goddess of water, dripping down to the pavement. But she pays no mind.                                                        "What year is it?"  Demanding, businesslike  - forgive her, she's out of practice with socializing with normal people, not to mention she always was a little spoiled. A blank expression demanding answers, yes, Persephone. That really is how you approach strangers, isn't it?

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fact;                      Any who try to get close to the goddess of water will soon find that they're being dragged down into her kingdom - her city of water and weeds. Unless you are able to survive without oxygen, it is suggested that you don't fall under her spell, do not be fooled by her pretty little smile and doe eyes, the once-princess of spring is no longer so sweet.

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Healing -- She's not healing any more. Oh, as the princess of spring she used to be so good at this - new life, new skin, it was all so easy for the precious heiress to seasons. But now the gashes on her arms release blood like the water she now reigns over, the deep blue spurting out and spilling over pale, almost green skin. She is the colour of sickness and water, and she is doing her best to heal, blue lips tremble but halt as soon as she feels another enter her river.                                                                                                  a n g e l .             A smile plays on her lips, how horrid the goddess is, she plans on using her. The monster rears its beautiful head from beneath the surface of her domain, holding out her wounded arm to the creature. Play it sweet, false innocence. { that was taken a long time ago, by a demon. } Doe eyes take her in.  beauty and youth. She's envious.                                      "Angel. I'm in need of some help.. I was injured." 

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Grief. The princess of spring is always in mourning, feet swinging in the light breeze - she's hanging from a tree branch, you see. Just above her lover's corpse. She can practically see him at the bottom of the river where she chained and preserved him. There's an unnatural presence in the forest, demon. There's a demon in her forest, she smiles. Oh so lost, deranged in fact. She's so sweet to all strangers, even one with such evil glossing their souls.                                              "---I see you there. Tell me, what is your name?"  Be polite, now. She is royalty after all.

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fact;                  The goddess once loved the sun, she would lie in her field and sing to it, now, she prefers the rain at it feels as it's her natural element. In the water is where her corpse is, perfectly preserved in it's clutches. She feels safer in the water tied to her lover than anyone else in the world. 

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☠ P E R S E P H O N E ☠

PERSEPHONE was once the princess of spring, a goddess (not to be mistaken for the one of Greece). She was adored by all and known as the sweetest creations on earth at the time. With golden locks and a creamy complexion, plump pink lips and eyes of deep chocolate, many desired the Goddess and her beauty, but she would not accept any man's offer to be his bride, for she was in love with another. HER FATHER  did not approve of their romance, and so set forward a plan that has changed Persephone forever. The king of seasons had decided to pay for an attack to be made on the pair as they met by the river, as always on a full moon, and had him drowned before her very eyes, where they warned her if she did not obey, she could count on watching every one of her friends suffer the same death. She had his body preserved in eternal spring, hoping that one day he would be allowed to return to her. She remained sweet, optimistic, a beautiful and desirable princess..                     That is, until she met a demon.                                                                             Nero. THE DEMON   drew her to him, somehow he reminded her of her lover - perhaps it was his childishness, but he was nothing like her sweet, sweet boy of Summer. No, he was evil and took advantage of her sweet and trusting nature. He defiled her. She was broken and oh so humiliated, not even the daughter of seasons could save herself from something so human. GRIEF-STRICKEN and  HEARTBROKEN, Persephone spiralled into madness, vengeful and suicidal, she ended her life by chaining herself to her lover's corpse and drowned in the lake, where she then became                        GODDESS OF WATER, AND ALL THINGS DEAD.      Persephone is no longer the sweet princess of spring, but a cold and detached mother of water, she is fierce and much like the harsh currents that she reigns over, unforgiving. The visible signs of her undoing is the blue tinge to her lips and the seaweed colour her flower-crowned hair. She is immortal, and roams the earth searching for revenge on her father and Nero, and looks for a boy as sweet as her lover to drown in her river and make him her man. This will be updated as Persephone develops more.

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