Thalia Moore

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Morgana observed Thalia's emotional plea with a mixture of amusement and contempt, her lips curling into a cruel smirk as she took another leisurely drag from her cigarette. The girl's desperation only served to reaffirm Morgana's dominance over her, fueling her own sense of superiority.

"You, choosing your change of scenery, you say?" Morgana's voice was laced with thinly veiled sarcasm, her tone dripping with mockery as she regarded Thalia with a disdainful gaze. "What possibly makes you think you have the ability to make such a decision. You truly have a knack for choosing the lowest of the low, don't you, dear?"

With a dismissive wave of her hand, Morgana rose from her seat, the smoke from her cigarette trailing behind her like a sinister shadow as she approached Thalia with predatory grace. Reaching out to grasp Thalia's arm with a vice-like grip as she pulled her to her feet. "Come, dear," she said smoothly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "It's time to return to your rightful place. There's much work to be done, and I won't suffer any more of your pathetic excuses."

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Thalia almost did not dare to nod when Morgana questioned her perspective. “I…” Even if she was wrong, nothing good ever came out of refusing her. This was one lesson every slave had learned quickly back when she was still at the Institute. Morgana had always been one of the most intimidating guards, someone to stay away from. Why was it that of all people she would come to find her again? “I don’t?” The uncertainty was written all over her face, and became even more pronounced when the other reprimanded her as if coming to Munich had been a terrible decision. “I don’t understand. You don’t like this city?” Thinking about it more deeply, she decided that it was likely too quiet and rural for Morgana.

Instinctively, Thalia yelped and resisted, even if only momentarily, when the other came to take her. Despite the continuing threat to do so, the touch had come as a surprise. The whole conversation had seemed almost hypothetical until now and she would come to think about this moment again and again, wondering if she could have done anything to prevent this outcome. For now, however, the girl remained entirely reactive. “Where are we going!?”

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Morgana watched with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as Thalia grappled with the harsh realities of their intertwined fates. With a languid movement, Morgana fished a cigarette from her purse before tapping it on the table a few times between her slender fingers. "I know exactly who your father is," she remarked dismissively, her tone dripping with disdain. The succubus could recall meeting with her parents some time ago, even. "But bloodlines mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. If anything, that just makes you more of a perfect object for me to use," she added.

Morgana then retrieved her lighter, it's golden case shimmering in the afternoon light. The flicker of the flame casting sinister shadows across her features as she took a leisurely drag, the smoke curling around her like tendrils of darkness. As Thalia protested, Morgana's smirk widened, the predatory gleam in her eyes intensifying. "A change of scenery might do you good, dear," she added, dismissing her reasons for wanting to be left alone. Morgana had a position there waiting for her, and while she didn't need the money that came with it, it was much more about filling her time. "It's a good thing that your feelings on this matter are irrelevant then. I guess you'll have to learn to like your new surroundings," she said with a simple shrug.

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“Right…” Thalia had nearly forgotten that Morgana had visited her parents in the past. There had always been a part of her that wondered whether she was telling the truth about those visits. Did her parents really not miss her one bit? Were they still disappointed with who she turned out to be? Unfortunately, she had to admit that Morgana’s reports were not entirely implausible. Her parents loved to mingle with other powerful succubi and her step-mother especially never made a secret out of the enjoyment she took in disciplining her illegitimate daughter. The redhead looked up at the woman, hesitating to ask if she had any news of them since. At last, Thalia decided to keep the question to herself, though the uneasiness was clearly written across her face.

“This was my change of scenery”, the girl protested, well aware that Morgana would not only disagree but also ridicule her for the choices she had made. Even her apartment was a stark contrast to her home: Less than half the size, second-hand furniture, not even a fully installed kitchen yet. It was a less-than-average but ultimately cheap student dorm. “Please”, Thalia urged her and allowed her tears to dwell up. Accepting her status as a slave had been the only effective way of winning Morgana’s favour in the past. “Please let me stay here. I’m begging you. I need this place, I- I just got settled in”

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Morgana's lips curled into a smirk as she listened to Thalia's plea, her gaze flickering with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Such a shame," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom as she regarded the younger woman with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You and your kind always did have a talent for asking the wrong and frivolous questions." Morgana Leaned in closer, her lips brushing over Thalia's ear as she whispered, "It's not about what I want from you, dear. It's about what you owe me. Your very existence is now linked and intertwined with mine/ Try as you might, you will never be able to escape me. Take our time apart as a vacation of sorts. But, that time is now over." Morgana was always one with words, she truly did love the sound of her own voice.

Straightening up, Morgana fixed Thalia with a steely gaze, her eyes burning with an intensity. "As for why I did not claim you years ago," she continued, her voice cold and unforgiving, "You almost sound disappointed by that fact, dear. Don't take it so hard. I wanted to keep my options open. I could still have you whenever I wanted without having to have a piece of paper that said so," the succubus said with a shrug. Suddenly a barista brought Morgana her espresso, her smile lighting up once again. "No, we are not returning there. I have other plans. There is a position waiting for me in Oslo," she explained before taking a sip of her drink. "I don't ever intend to return to that place. Too much red-tape. I should be able to do with my toys whatever I please." she said with a small laugh, sitting back in her chair once more. "If you're good, I'll allow you to bring me more toys. Think of it as a small reprieve, allowing me to use others in your place for a night," she suggested.

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Thalia stood speechless and paralysed in front of the Mistress. Despite her best preparations, she was unable to deny the facts that were laid out to her. In this instant, all her personal growth and professional accomplishments she had achieved in the previous months seemed to evaporate. Morgana’s outlook stripped away their meaning. Except for the environment, it felt as if she was back at the Institute already with all its rules and punishments. She found herself reaching out to examine her neck, her fingers resting on her collarbone as if to confirm that the collar was indeed gone. “My father is an incubus”, she whispered quietly as if it made any difference. “Maybe…” Maybe she was half succubus!? Thalia knew as well as the other that this was impossible. If it had been so, her powers would have shown already.

It also frightened her to hear that Morgana already spoke of them as a collective. When she suggested the Institute, she certainly had not intended to return with her. But it was one sentence in particular that took her breath away once again. “Oslo!?”, the girl exclaimed incredulously. “But… What about- What about me? I have a job here and a home and-” -and she really did not want to leave. Munich was the first place where she had been entirely on her own, where she thought things would change. Even if this turned out to be false, this environment gave her comfort. Yet things were continuing on an even more horrendous note. “N-No, I don’t want any part in that. I wouldn’t want this life for anyone else”, she admitted nervously. “The people here… They’re not used to this. They’re innocent”    

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Morgana's eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to Thalia's trembling words, her facade of amusement momentarily faltering as she took in the desperation in the younger woman's voice. Despite the lightness of her tone, there was a dark undercurrent of menace beneath the surface, a reminder of the power she held over Thalia's fate.

"Oh, dear,," Morgana sighed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she reached out to gently caress the girl's hand. "How misguided of you to think that you could simply leave your past behind and start anew. But you see, you and quite frankly everyone, belongs to me," the succubus said as she let out a soft, condescending laugh that she couldn't seem to hold back.

Her tone turned colder, more authoritative, as she continued, "Graduating from that second-rate college means nothing in the grand scheme of things. You cannot escape your place beneath me. And as for your new life and your newfound independence, well, I'm afraid that's just an illusion you've concocted. You will always be mine, whether you like it or not."

Morgana's words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the futility of Thalia's attempts to break free from her grasp. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turned to leave, her laughter echoing behind her like the ominous tolling of a bell. "You live to serve one purpose. To do as I say, when I say, and how I say. Run if you must. But know that I will always find you. And it will only make it worse for you," she added, flicking her hand slightly as she sat back in her chair.

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Misguided.

Morgana had a strange talent for hurting people, seemingly without trying. Thalia remembered when she forced her to drink alcohol against not only her own but also her mother’s will – the only person who had any form of resemblance to the succubus.  She remembered the scars on her legs she still carried from being made to kneel on glass. But to hear from her that a normal life was never meant for her hurt just as much. Because she had lived a life of servitude for as long as she could remember, she felt that Morgana spoke the truth, and that things would doubtless continue in this depressing vein as far as one could foresee. As this fact sank in, Thalia for the first time today became less nervous about Morgana and more so about herself. What if she was tainted in some subtle but essential way?

“Why me?”, she finally voiced what she had been thinking all along. If there was an answer to be had, ironically, this woman would be the one to give it to her. “You left the school years ago. If you wanted me, you could have claimed me then” The redhead was searching for words to hold on to as if there was any kind of loophole to be had. “Maybe I should return”, she decided suddenly. “I could become a professor or run a shop or…”

It was surprising even to herself to find out how quickly she became accustomed to the option of running away, to let her life be determined by the actions of others, even if it was only to escape them. Thalia exhaled deeply as she dared to look up at the Mistress again. “What do you even want from me?”

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As Thalia approached, Morgana's crimson lips curled into a knowing smirk, her piercing gaze boring into the younger woman with an intensity that could unsettle even the bravest of souls. She observed Thalia's nervous demeanor with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, reveling in the power she still held over the girl despite their time apart.

"Have you forgotten how to address me?" Morgana's voice was laced with amusement, her tone dripping with condescension as she regarded Thalia with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Oh, my dear, we'll need to retrain you. Fate has a way of leading us back to where we belong, wouldn't you agree?" the succubus sneered.

Each syllable that Morgana spoke in her sing-songy tone was calculated manipulation designed to keep Thalia off balance and under her control. Morgana remained seated, one long, alabaster leg over her other as she looked rather comfortable in her tight dress. "Here you are, back before me -- now in my domain, just as I knew you would be. Tell me, dear, have you missed me? Or perhaps you've come seeking redemption for your past transgressions?"

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Morgana’s voice caused a cold and sharp shiver to run down her spine, not because it was so stern. Her voice was so intimidating precisely because it was so unlike her character, light and bubbly, except for the words that were actually being said. Thalia sometimes wondered if she had once been a different woman.

“Mistress-“ The redhead stopped herself just in time. It was terrifying how easy it was to fall back into old habits. With her graduation she had hoped to leave her old life of servitude behind. There were people out there who really believed in her. What would they say if they saw her now? “No” It was a weak and uncertain rejection but she realized that it may have been the first time she actually said those words to her. Does anyone ever actually have the guts to say ‘no’ to a woman like Morgana? Thalia only managed – barely so – only because she had practiced for hours prior to this moment. Yet there was no sense of accomplishment. All she felt was fear. “I live a different life now. I graduated” – Please don’t take this away from me. “I work now. I have my own apartment. And I truly love it! I don’t… I don’t do these things anymore” For a moment, she was under the illusion that the other was actually listening to her and she leaned in somewhat. “Please, Mistress. Please leave me be. I will move to a different city if you want, I had no idea you were here”

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In the heart of Munich, amidst the bustling streets teeming with life, Morgana reclined at a sidewalk table outside the lobby of her opulent apartment building. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the crisp morning air as she watched the city stir awake, her gaze veiled behind dark sunglasses that shielded her calculating eyes. Dressed in attire that exuded sophistication and power, she radiated an aura of subtle menace that caused passersby to instinctively avert their gaze, an unspoken acknowledgment of the formidable presence she commanded.

With a flick of her manicured fingers, Morgana signaled the waiter for another espresso, the caffeine fueling her restless thoughts as she awaited the arrival of her informant. Behind her usual public façade of calm composure, a storm brewed within her, fueled by a singular purpose that currently enthralled her; the reclamation of a possession in the form of Thalia. Having spent years apart, the succubus harbored no illusions about the gravity of the task ahead. Yet, with a mixture of determination and cunning that had become her hallmark, she remained steadfast in her resolve to once again ensnare the unwitting mortal in her web of manipulation and control. For Morgana knew that in the intricate dance of power and dominance, Thalia was but a pawn to be wielded in her relentless pursuit of supremacy. Her contact had let her know that they had relayed a message to Thalia to meet here, at this exact time -- or there would be consequences.

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“You must be mistaken” Those were the last and only words she said when a stranger informed her of a meeting with a woman named Morgana. The man left as quickly as he came and that was the precise moment she felt a trap closing around her. There was only one woman she knew with that name and she was not one to be dismissed. ‘You must be mistaken’ was therefore less a statement of conviction and more of a prayer. Only a few months had passed since she left school. What if Morgana truly followed her here to this other, small part of the world?

Naturally, Thalia came to see for herself and realized that there was nothing that could prepare her for this reality. The facts hit her quick and hard. She did not need to look for Morgana. Her tall figure, the bright red hair, but mostly, the dominance she asserted with every passing breath ensured that everyone took note of her presence. Even the birds seemed to have stopped chirping in awe, or perhaps more likely, fear. Thalia too stood and watched for several moments. Yet when their gaze then finally met, there was a horrible, erratic thumping her chest, as if a single large bird was trapped inside her ribcage and beating itself to death.

Thalia remembered every horrible moment she spent with Morgana. There was the soreness and pain from extended sessions at her mansion, the humiliation and reprimand she had to endure for things she previously thought to excel in, and the trauma of family abuse that Morgana made sure to remind her of every so often. Was she a fool to come back to this? Was there still time to escape? With weak and awkward steps, she finally dared to come closer. “Morgana”, the girl brought out flatly in greeting, mostly because she did not know what else to say. It was difficult to retain composure but despite her obvious nervousness, the girl remained standing in front of her with a posture that implied that she would be on her way out soon.