Marissa and the Norse Gods

if @ThorOdinson were to take me away to Asgard, would you miss me? I don’t know if I can send postcards, but what kind of souvenir would you like me to bring back?

Answer here

For personal reasons @Viktor_Romanov_’s pm has deleted his account any any affiliation with the Romanov family. 

For this reason I am back peddling into Rissa’s story to where she went to the Tuatha De Danaan to help her birth the Nephilim child growing within her.  They had taken Michael to be brought up with his own kind to save humanity from his unschooled terror.  As a fetus he was already overly possessive of his mother and wished death upon any male that came near her and would likely have killed any and all that did.

Upon Rissa’s return, Adam had left. No longer an angel, Rissa couldn’t “tune into him” and find him.  She is hurt, alone and raw.  She has lost all hope in life and is angry. She is embracing the dark gifts the Tuatha bestowed upon her exiling her from the Seelie court to the UnSeelie.

Rissa has two hands of power. To call blood & fire. Both are emotion triggered. Rissa is a blood drinking Fae. She’s not beyond eating flesh either. 

This is Rissa’s darkest time ever.  

For personal reasons, I have removed Marissa from Twitter. Her stories are being written away from the public eye and will be published on Tumblr. If you wish to interact with Marissa, please feel free to do so on Tumblr.

~ Sincerely,

Rissa’s human animator.

Sitting in my room with the tears streaming down my face I try to make a scrap book of pictures and memories little blurbs about our family for my son Michael in the hopes that one day I might see him or at the least get this book to him so he knows that at the very least his mother loved him and his adoption wasn’t my choice. The Celtic gods known as the Tuatha de Danaan had taken him from me to raise him as one of their own of the giant race.

What of his father? The bastard slunk out the back door while I was clinging onto life while I delivered his son into the hands of the beasts who tore him from me. 

Angry I throw the book across the room and it bursts into flames. They may have stripped me of my wings but they gifted me with dark hands of power so that I was royalty of the unseelie court, and banished from the seelie court my brother Jack belonged to. 

My temper rises and the curtains ignite. Flashing my eyes at them and pointing my palms to them I shout, “Fire Out!” and the flames dissipate. 

“FUCK YOU WORLD” I scream as loud and with as much vehemence i can muster. The room explodes into flames.

“By the gods I will have my vengeance upon you for your fuckery of my life.”

mattcrenshaw asked: You can also read the Jim Butcher, Harry Dresden novels, too. They have Sidhe in there that are bad ass, Sweetie.

Thank you, uncie matt [purrs] You and Hads ROCK the casba!

I though Jack and I had found a good home in one of the mounds after my ordeal with the giving Michael up to the Tuatha.  Angels are not meant to breed with mortals; the results are the children of the Giant races.  To make sure I didn’t repeat my error I was stripped of my Angel powers, but rewarded with two hands of power: the power of fire, and the power of blood.  Fitting, as I was born as a hybrid vampire fire fae.  The two hands of power elevated me in stature amongst the fae. I, am (er was?)  a high royal sidhe of the seelie court. 

When I returned to Adam, he’d seen enough crazy.  He was free of his obligation to our child Michael, and to me.  

Honestly, what’s the point?  I refuse to invest my heart in another again. Look at everyone that “loved me” and where are they now?  Mother, Chrissy, Destiny, Jake, Dario, and now Adam.  I was born from the gift of the gods, but I think I’m meant to have an eternity of heart break for I never should have existed.  I was born an abomination.  A hybrid freak, but I digress.

The brother of the Queen of the Seelie court appears to have taken a fancy to me.  I will not marry nor have another child. I refuse to do either.  Wasn’t giving birth to one of the Tuatha giants enough?  I rejected him and now fear I have insulted the Queen and fallen out of her favor.  I must flee the mounds and hide.  For now, the sanctuary is heavily warded and safe.  But I can’t live here a prisoner unable to leave the grounds. Oh gods, what have I done to have Danu look down upon me with such disappointment.

Last night I found solace in a bottle of Tequilla and a fine piece of were tiger ass and some blood lust last night.  I don’t know what it is with me and cats.  Destiny’s pet name: Minx, Jake: Snow Leopard, Dario: Liger, Adam: Tiger.   Viktor: Siberian Tiger.  Yup, I’m the crazy cat lady.  I guess on some level they’re my Achilles heel.

I did a horrible thing, I used Viktor last night.  I wanted to punish myself with violence blood and sex without emotion, and he delivered.  No, he isn’t a kitten in the bedroom, although it may now be awkward seeing him socially. He is after all a Romanov and cousin to Serge, Sofia’s husband.  I probably reek of cat and nothing but someone’s sloppy seconds.

Some twisted joke of faith I’m turned on by cat pheromones, blood and violence.   Well, enough of that problem, I need to warn Lucy and I’m keeping Jack close. I’ll likely have to turn to the UnSeelie court.

May the gods be with us all.

pupsdeadgirl asked: You should check out FaeFever by Karen Moning. It talks about Sidhe Seers and all kinds of things..

OOOO, I will. Thank you oodles.