Progress in Sub Domenance

Time passed, and as reality continued Domen probably got his breakfast and much more. Though he had been away for a while, in returning to Sub Domenance, he discovered that there was a feeling among his followers, enlightened by the most devote one, that he had abandoned this area in pursuit of other ventures. The realization was as prayers offered to his alter and in his benevolent will, Domen decided to look favorably on Sub Domenance. Thus, he made a drastic move; he pulled the demonic hordes from Onitoshi and brought them to this place. One of the things discovered during this time was a southern passage that came around the base of the cliff upon which former Domenance and now ‘Melrah’ stood that bypassed the upper city entirely. The passage way was no more than a small trail that could be used to reach the lower portions of the cliff, but the demonic hordes were able to begin borrowing into the side of the rock face to connect to the areas that were being cleared out, ever so slowly, by the human workers of Domenance. The advantageous plan was possibly connecting Sub Domenance to Onitoshi, where it would become a heavenly realm between Onitoshi and Terra… but that was still far off in the future. Since more space was being cleared out under Melrah, there was greater room for expansion and already housing areas as well as a temple and a market were in the works. The increase in activity would have demonic spirits of all types now interacting with the human followers of Domen and the priestess Kazakura. The demons were given specific orders not to eat or harm any of the humans who were affiliated with Domen, but as such, concessions needed to be made. Domen pondered the idea of marking his humans with a symbol of sorts, to easily allow his followers to identify one another.

A normal day would pass as the sound of activity would rumble through the cavern light labyrinth that was being excavated to become the majority of Sub Domenance. Domen would be home this day, standing at the edge, or doorway, of where his ‘home’ would end and the rest of the hollowed out underground would begin. He would watch humans and demons move back and forth in the process of working, quite pleased with himself with the thought that something like this should at least please his priestess.

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In his surveying, Domen would take notice of the priestess’s approach and would shift the corner of his eye to her, averting his head down for an instant before returning his gaze up. Acknowledging her presence, he speaks, “you wish had gone answered; what was neglected is now showered in my blessings.” There were many things on the way that would eventually make this place feel more like a village without a sky. The hospital was forthcoming as well as the mystic temple, which would be among the second temple like structure that would be put up. Domen continues, “our house out number my followers. Since I am building this area, I will task you and Hakim with filling this town with people. That should give you something to do in your idle time.” He felt he was being kind in giving her purpose in all of this. With the help of Hakim, he felt they should be able to meet his expectations. In the end, it didn’t really matter since everything would conform to his will, the thing that controlled the cosmos even stronger than fate itself. Finally taking the time to turn and look at her, he would await her answer, but notice that there seemed to be something off with her. From being around her for so long, he was beginning to be able to tell when something was the matter with her. After all, he wanted to be vigilant so that fights like what had occurred before did not occur again.

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His gaze would be on her as she gives him her praise and thanks. His arms trademarked folded at this chest, he would return his gaze forth and give a solemn nod. If she wished to speak with him in private, then that much was fine. There wasn’t a built history between them of ‘bad news’ so there would be no connotation for him to be weary of what she had to say. If anything, it brought thoughts of being pleasured, mid day, by her mouth. Either way, he would begin walking towards their abode, which was pretty much a private area for the two of them when it wasn’t under construction. For the time being, renovations were paused, though there were plans to make it much larger still in motion.

As he walked he wondered if there were more requests she had for him. She seemed worried, so he figured she was being timid not to invoke his wrath. He deemed such a quality wise and becoming of one who wished to be in his good graces. After crossing the distance to their home and walking through the rear entrance into it, Domen would allow her to leave him wherever if needed, in order for her to say what it was she had to say to him.

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After coming to a halt in a place of quiet with the priestess Domen hears the words that are offered up to him. When they come in, he makes no immediate change in visage or demeanor. With just that moments understanding of the situation, Domen would speak, “good. Then we must make certain…” For him, this would change a lot of things. Now that she was carrying his legacy, he couldn’t thoughtlessly put her in harm’s way because doing so would directly put his seed in danger as well. He couldn’t have her do things that would take her outside of his sight or the safety of Sub Domenance, which meant having her run quests or worldly errands. Domen had always been protective, at least in his mind, of the priestess when it came to influences outside of himself, but whereas she may have been at a intermediate level of protection under his will, she would swiftly heighten in similar gauge. The initial order comes, “you must take care to guard your body and hone your restorative powers. My seed must be protected at all costs… and you as well.” He knew that in the initial phases, he would not be suited to do the menial tasks that involved raising a baby, but he knew Kazakura would probably be the best suited for this. He would assure her with a solemn and strict face, “you have done well, Kazakura. You have my grace.”

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With a nod, Domen would accept her thanks. He wouldn’t think it anything to apologize for since it was woven into his will, but he also wouldn’t deny her the ability to repent if she thought that she had done something wrong. Wronging against conscious was still considered wronging to him, so it would make more sense for him to not say anything to reject the apology than to advise that it was fine and that she didn’t have to apologize. Curious to her response, he would ask, “why do you not smile?” As a human woman, he expected her to express happiness at the opportunity to bear his seed. “Are you not feeling well?” he would inquire to attempt to coax an explanation of her melancholy to him. “Don’t worry,” he would allow, “this has not angered me; it is a fortuitous thing that you are able to bear my fruit.” He assumed it could be a point in case that she didn’t know the proper and acceptable manner to express her feelings before him.

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Kazakura’s words would be met by silence. The first part of what she said seemed to be normal enough, but as she went on, her words seemed more complicated to Domen. It wasn’t complicated in the sense that he didn’t understand what she was saying, but more so in the sense that he didn’t know how he was feeling about what she was saying. To him, he thought that her position within the village made it obvious that he favored her over others. He could just as easily have a harem of women to service his needs, but for some reason this powerful man decided to be comfortable in a seemingly monogamous relationship, for the most part. Even if he were to lay with other women, for some reason, his home and/or Kazakura’s presence seemed off limits to a man who knew no limits. It seemed that the small amount of feelings that were solidified for her was not being recognized. There were small hints to his affection. In hearing that she was with child, Domen had referred to her by her name instead of priestess or women, which he had used up until now. Still, Domen was not the type to be able to use soothing words to ease her heart and the level of difficulty was raised since there was chaos within his ‘human’ side, or at least what semblances of humanity he held deep within. It almost angered him that she did not see that she was at least ‘special’ to him; he felt she was arrogant for wanting more. He looked to her, his visage troubled and his voice not coming forthwith right away before looking away and then back to her. He felt like a fool to be troubled by the whining of a human, but then again, that proved that she was no ordinary human to him. Still, he knew he had to do or say something. In the end, he would do what she was expecting, but not without speaking, “you get ahead of yourself, priestess. I built this place to respond to your wishes and now you expect me to yield further?” He turns to walk away, he did not wish to yell at her, nor make himself angry; he would simply go and bury himself in work to try not to think about it. As he turns, he speaks, “Do not mock me, woman. Emotions are weaknesses I cannot have.”

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He paused in his movements as her words and the question comes in. He would accept her apology as per the norm. With it, he hoped that she was coming to her senses, though he did not know the inner workings of her heart. Something like this wasn’t something he cared to deal with directly; rather he would prefer that everything just turn out alright and that be the end of it. Still, the question left him disturbed in a manner that he could not get a hold on, even if it was a casual change of topic. He turns and looks to her over his shoulder, not answering her at first. In truth, he did not have the appetite to eat at the moment. His stomach was churning with an anxious discomfort that he neither understood nor liked. With a shake of his head, he would answer, “anything you make should be fine.” Pausing for a moment, he would reference the work he was doing and Kazakura’s overall being and inquire, “is there anything you require for your comfort?”

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