Into The Devildom

Bibby's Intro

TRIGGER WARNING: Implied abuse, implied death

I ran quickly along the corridor, already late for my lessons. It didn't exactly help that I had to put on this get up. Puffy pants that clung to my ankles, some kind of ankle bracelet that went to my knees, the bra-top that was lucky to be covering anything with shiny jewels and chains. I didn't have to wear a head-dress, but I had to have chains in my hair too, as well as a few extra jewels. The outfit didn't have sleeves, but I had to wear something that looked like sleeves that went from my elbows to my hands. Most others wore something similar, but they were all older. Mine was a brown colour with silver chains.

I stopped and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. I sighed and went to walk past a room, when I heard raised voices.

"You cannot do that! She is my only child-" My mother's voice was cut off by the sharpness of the High Priests tone.

"Enough! She will continue on as she is for now, but once she has integrated well enough into the Temple, she will become my wife."

The man was silent for a moment, then spoke again. "You know...It is your fault after all. If you had not run off with that...man." The High Priest spat the word out. "Then your daughter would not have to pay your penance."

"She is just a child!"

"She is 14. Well and truly old enough to marry. Unfortunately, she is not quite...Perfect yet. Once she has achieved what she needs to achieve." I heard him scoff. "Well, let me just say, I am grateful that she has inherited your looks."

I heard a clap and flinched. Then there was silence for a moment before the High Priest spoke again.

"I will let you off this one time."

I heard footsteps and quickly backed away from the doorway.

"Oh, and Priestess?"

I heard the footsteps stop.

"Please refrain from telling your daughter of this interaction. We would not want to frighten her. Would we?"

I quickly hurried away before my mother had a chance to catch me eavesdropping.

The High Priests wife? What penance? Just because she ran away from being somewhere she didn't want to be?

My hands were shaking, but my dance class kept my mind off the conversation I had overheard.

The Art of the Sensual Dance it was called. I never really thought much about the name until I heard that conversation. Now I couldn't seem to get the realisation out of my head.

For months afterwards, I began to notice the High Priest attention slowly turning on me.

My mother hadn't said a word to me, and didn't expect her to. After coming here when I was 12, I noticed a massive cultural difference between here and where I was from. The women here had no choices or free will. Even if my mother wanted to protect me from him, she could only do so much.

Years passed, and the High Priest would become increasingly more reliant on me and my presence. It was almost unofficially official that I would be his wife. Of course, I wasn't supposed to know that, but even if I didn't know that I probably would have had a hunch since most people made a conscious effort not to touch me.

I spent my days avoiding the High Priest as much as possible, and I found that if I spent time in the library, he would leave me alone.

The Temple of Hathor was supposed to be for worshipping femininity and the nature of love and birth.