S1, Chapter 2; The trick with curses...

2020 AC/DC. Holy Wood tavern, evening.

She wore a half dress of copper velvet. Bright copper. It matched her eyes. Richi watched her as she floated around the room, after her stage performance, she was flocked by young girls and boys. Men stood on the outskirts, waiting for her to break free from the young ones she had a penchant for. She drifted in and out of the smoke, the people adored her.

Richi watched as he always did, her right hand was the sane side of her. She was a good singer, more of an entertainer than singer. She was a good queen too, and a good mother, despite Dawn's wildness. The young woman was off now, stomping in and around the underground. She seemed to really take enjoyment in the belly of the city, all the gangs were in some way or another, under her control. She was a ruthless fighter and had taken down each crime boss one by one. There was nothing she didn't notice, and therefore nothing Star didn't notice.

The BOC was planning a jury assault, wanting to take Star to the stand AGAIN! For the three hundredth and thirty fifth time-yes he kept track- she was being accused of teenage seduction. Caught in the act with a sixteen year old girl who was screaming for pleasurable release. Truly screaming for Star to finish her off. Whatever the Queen did to that girl, it got her caught and imprisoned. But of course, by the Grace of the Queen's Goddess-The Mother- she was released the very next day with no charges having been pressed. A bail was always allowed and she always made it.

She was smoking now, and that herb even Richi smoked on while he watched her. Her bare legs looked longer than they were in the dim light of the club, in her mini dress of velvet. Rainbow lights danced over them all and a haze drifted around their ankles. She knew how to throw a party. She kissed a girl, and took her under her arms, she looked to Richi and winked, licking her lips with a small flick of her tongue. She was silently asking him to join her. He would of course, he had other lovers himself but how could you say no when a beautiful Queen asked you to bed with her and a young girl?

Dawn hated it when Star went after the young girls, Richi thought to himself while he took another sip of whiskey. Rosie, her grandchild, was just barely fifteen, well mentally. Physically she was supposed to be in her twenties, but Star had magic and magic always won. That's why the Princess and Princess-in-waiting, were not present. Dawn was sick of the reckless debauchery, but only when it concerned her mother, and had more fun ordering her underground subjects about. 

Yes, Dawn had her happy share of mind altering substances and loved her booze-a trait inherited form her father- the biggest difference between them was that Star loved many, while Dawn loved few. Another thing that twisted the blade in Dawn's side, irritating things between her and her mother, Star refused to give up the throne that was rightfully hers. Dawn was far old enough and capable, to run the kingdom by herself. But Star refused, caught up in a web of fortune telling and secrets. So the dark haired warrior woman ruled a different kind of kingdom.

Nearly one fourth of the kingdom came into immortality after Star won The Rebellion. Many subjects still chose to live and die mortal lives, noble creatures they were. Riche sipped his whiskey and gazed about the room. They loved her, everyone was free, men kissed men, women made love to women, all in the same room, all because Star had liberated them. The circle of love and hate was solid and bold between the BOC and the Queen.

Star's band, the Silver Knights, was a testament to her conquering the BOC sixty years ago. She sang of heroic deeds of men and women, of sex and pride and joy and love. She had harems of fans and even attracted many traveling musical knights and ladies from across the lands. She loved guitarist men and singers and women singers. The era of love had consumed them all and she took it all with grace and fervor. Richi himself was a guitarist, his own band, Light in the Black, was still cycling through singers, trying to find the right one. Richi was picky and could afford to be.

With Richi observing, waiting for the moment Star would retire so he could join her, the party went on and on well into the evening.

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Holy Wood Castle, evening.

In the castle, Rosie sat alone at her window. She could see the lights where she knew her Nana was, and her mother was gone. Rosie was often left alone, and had learned to be alright in their absences, but it was still disheartening. Suddenly, below her window, she saw soft dancing orbs of yellow light. She smiled, they reminded her of fairies. They beckoned to her, dancing in and out of the trees, calling to her. Whispering her name and enchanting her. She got up and ran to go play with them, desperate for a friend.

She went, and played, and smiled and laughed in the darkness. The guards who normally stood guard at this hour, were slumped in their places, giving the appearance of standing guard but were cast into death. Rosie didn't hear the man approach from behind...didn't hear the rustling black robes of velvet...until they folded around her.

 SHE SCREAMED

.....and was gone into the night.....

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Holy Wood Castle, morning. 

In the morning, Star slept soundly with a brunette woman on one side, and Richi on the other. She got up, stretched and went to the warm coffee waiting in the foyer of her chambers. She inhaled the sweet scent of her drink and had just taken a morning sigh when the chaos erupted. The piercing scream reached her ears and the door blew open, she didn't flinch.

Her grandchild's maid rushed in, a plump short woman with red hair in thick curls. She mothered the girl when both Star and Dawn were absent, Dawn was due to return that mid afternoon. It was too late.

“HE HAS TAKEN HER! THE DARK ONE HAS TAKEN ROSIE!!!” She screamed and stared at her queen. Her name was May and she was fierce, Star had wanted her to be so.

Star set down her coffee, and slowly went to her wardrobe. May continued to curse and retell how the guards were found murdered at their posts and the Symbol of the Dark One was carved into Rosie's bedroom door. Star put on her dark blue jeans, her black ruffled, pirate's shirt, and put the brown belt around her waist. She grabbed a sword from the perch on the inside of the door and slung it around her waist. Star was going to go after the Wizard without hesitation. She tied back her hair, put on her riding boots, and she took off before Richi and the other lover had any idea what had happened.

Richi sighed, not again.

The Dark One often teased Dawn and Star, pitting mother and daughter against each other as he played their sexual fantasies and emotions. Though, if he knew Star well enough, he knew that while she loved making love to the wizard, her heart belonged to one man who she hadn't seen in years. Now he got up and the woman stirred across from him. Star traveled quick, May left the rooms and he pulled on his black trousers and was leaving the room.

He had to await for Dawn and he knew it wouldn't be long.

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On her way, Star was met with a traveler. A wandering man dressed in red. She stopped her mad gallop when he stepped into the road. He threw back his hood, his hair dyed a deep red. He smiled and held a scythe by his side. He pointed it at her.

“Keep your children close,” he said. “And your enemies closer.”

“I don't have time for you, get out of my way!” Normally she would have fought the man hand to hand to make it fair. He was a Spider member, a gang that had been fighting to over throw Star ever since she came to the throne. She drew her sword.

“The Spiders are everywhere, their webs long and sticky. They sent me to remind you, lest you forget.”

“I didn't forget. Especially how easy it is to kill your kind.”

Just as he began to laugh she cut his head from his neck and galloped away once more. She had more important places to be, and he didn't put up a fight. She knew that whoever sent him and done knowing he would never return.

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Inside the Dark Castle of the Wizard, day.

Rosie sat in her chambers, in the depths of the castle she was wailing horribly in tears of utter sadness and fear. The Dark One growled in his library and put his hands over his ears to block out her cries. He had taken her to draw her mother and grandmother out for battle. He was bored and one of them was sure to fall victim to his antics and lusts. He wanted nothing to do with Rosie, she was purely a pawn in his tyrannical games. Mostly, he desired for Dawn to come, as he was darkness she was the light and he craved her light. Where her mother was lean and fox like, Dawn was tall and a lady wolf.

When he hunted, He preferred the wolf to the trickster fox.

Now he was stuck with a child that wailed louder than a baby. As ear splitting crying echoed through the castle, he hoped they came soon to take her back. His pride would not allow him to take her himself. He didn't have to wait long. The royal had impeccable timing.

“Wizard! You foul demon!” Star came storming into his library then. The doors bursting open and rattling on their hinges from her strength.

He looked up at her entry. Once they had made wild love to each other in ecstasy. But sometime before he turned his sights to Dawn, Star turned and looked at him as if his actions no longer pleased her. He had the horrible feeling that she saw right through his flirting, taking it as nothing more than a grain of salt in a flesh wound. What had given her this insight he didn't know, he had been an excellent lover, but he knew she was never true to him nor he to her, they never shared that kind of love.

She rushed in and pointed her sword at him. He stared along the silver up to her glowing honey eyes. He sighed.

“Where is she you brute!?”

“Two floors above.” he said.

She frowned at him, and brought her sword down on a book in front of him. He sighed at the lack of need she had to do such a thing. She turned and stormed away. He stood and followed her, seeming to float along the thick carpeting. At least he was able to attract one of them to come retrieve the girl. And while she was at it, he would take her to his bed once more.

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Dawn stormed in, dressed in a long black skirt that fell in layers, it swished around her, looking like she flew in on a cloud. Riche stood by the throne, talking to other throne managers and dignitaries. Dawn had never be particularly fond of Star's cousin, Uncle Riche as she called him. But she found him to be a useful ally, and enjoyed his band.

“Why is my mother's horse gone and why is Rosie not in her room?” Dawn never wasted words.

Riche could appreciate that, they were alike in that way. “The Dark One stole Rosie in the night. Star went after them. If I were you-”

She was gone before he could finish. He sighed and shook his head, the women of the family were mental. Completely mad, yet they were in power.

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Holy Wood Lands, day.

Dawn rode hard and fast to the Castle. Anger at the Wizard for daring steal her daughter, and jealousy that he might seduce her mother instead of her, rushed through her veins. She did not fear for the child, if Star was already at the castle-which she knew her mother was- there was nothing to fear. Before Dawn, there were two older sisters, stolen from their cribs. Not long after, Dawn was born and when the BOC took Her away, her mother tore down their castle walls to rescue her. Star was like the power between wolf and bears fighting for their cubs.

She was also prone to fucking that awful wizard! Dawn raged when she recalled her and Star fighting over him, her mother had spurned him before her birth. The old bag should back the fuck off. She made her horse go faster as they came closer to the black stone castle.

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Dark Castle of the Wizard, day.

Star had Rosie in her arms, petting the girl's long brown curls and comforting her. She led the girl out of the room and down the stairs. The Wizard watching from a Bannister overhead, grinned to himself. Star was fuming. What was he playing at? Kidnapping her for no reason? He usually had a reason for everything, this was odd.

“Leaving so soon?” His voice echoed down to her.

She stopped, and pushed her grandchild forward to the doors. “Go Rosie, my horse awaits you. Get on and ride for home!” She faced the wizard. “Shut up!”

“Finally, send that horrid brat home,” he said and walked down the stairs towards her. “She wouldn't stop that crying for anything.”

“What did you just call her?” Her fists began to glow in a blue static.

“You heard me. She's louder than you,” he was referring to her love noise. “Join me Star, come to my bed. I'll let you both peacefully.” He came up beside her, suddenly holding her close. Her heart fluttered but as was her way, she was stubborn and defiant.

She laughed in his face. “Oh you think it would be that easy did you? Kidnap my grandchild to lure me here and do away with? Not today my tease!” She lifted her palms and recited her spell. “Let they who have lustful hearts be trapped in the castle of their lustful desires! May the need for lust be heavy upon them, not easily broken except by the whiteness of purity!”

From outside, Rosie heard the loud chanting. She didn't know what to do, but when she looked to the road she saw her mother coming. A BRIGHT burst of green magic flared over the castle and the curse Star laid over the place echoed loudly, Dawn heard every word said back as the curse took over.

“You Bitch!” She shouted towards her mother's figure within. “That's MY wizard!”

The wizard looked out the open doors and saw the blurry figure of Dawn through the haze of the spell. He laughed as Star had just done and then let her go. He wasn't sure if Star knew, but with the arrival of her daughter and a curse upon him, his clever mind was far ahead of her's in a mere moment. In an instant he needed someone to lift the curse from the outside, and he knew Dawn would do it. Until then he had to seduce the queen, effectively making her a captive of her own spell, and give Dawn a reason to break her mother's curse. Acting quickly, he moved forward, reaching out for Star.

“Looks like your daughter has come to join us.”

“You insolent beast!” She meant to slap him but thought better of it. “Rot here alone you sick animal. And leave my daughter alone.”

“Your daughter is a wonderful lover. Very giving, very wanting. Dare I say I'm glad she's here, she's near your equal in coupling,. If not your superior.”

Star turned then, her neck hair bristling in silvery strands. “You shut your whore mouth. Do not speak of my daughter's actions to me.”

“Oh I thought you knew, you always do seem jealous of her.” He came close again, and reached out to her hand. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a small kiss to her hand. She may not be fooled by his love puppy ways, but she was receptive to the touch. “Don't be jealous.”

“I am not jealous of my child!” She turned away and he suddenly latched on to her shoulders, pressing a quick, wet, kiss to the nape of her neck. Her body blew up in heat from the inside. She pressed it down and stilled her frantic heart. He knew her weaknesses.

“Why don't you show me?” His voice was low and attractive to her ears.

She nearly gave it but shook him off. “No! Not today!” She began storming to the doors and slammed right into the walls she had created. She pressed her palms to the green magic hovering before her, seeing the figure of Dawn outside, her ranting and raves of anger were muted by the magic cover.

“Dawn!” She screamed. “DAWN! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!”

The magic then echoed her words to her. “Lustful heart.....lustful heart....trapped in the castle...castle...castle.” In a single moment he had stoked just enough passion in her blood to make her victim to her own spell. Her magic so powerful that it took her under its wing in an instant.

She felt it then. The maddening curse she had placed on not only the Wizard, but now herself. Her own curse was used against her and she could feel the lust building in her. He looked at her with hunger filled eyes Wide, mad eyes that were filled to the brim with desire and lust. Her cruse ran rampant on them both and she ran from him, screaming a string of curses as he chased after her. That day they made angry, vengeance sex all over the castle chambers on every floor. She smacked him in the face when he fell asleep after a session of coupling and cursed him with a foul name, before succumbing to sleep beside him.

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Holy Wood Castle, night.

Dawn was back at Holy Wood. After faintly hearing her mother scream her name and upon hearing the curse echo, she could only wonder what they did inside. She chose to believe he was torturing Star. It made the jealousy go away. Yes that was it, he was abusing her in a non sexual way that Star couldn't possibly enjoy. Or She was abusing him.... The Princess hated to admit that He alone evoked jealousy between mother and daughter. Dawn sat on the throne with Rosie sitting on the steps below. Suddenly Dawn knew what had to be done, to ensure that no one took Rosie from under her, she gently took her daughter by the arm and led her away. They made haste to the stables again.

“Where are we going mum?” She asked.

“To the Kingdom by the Sea. I think I know the “white purity” that will break the spell. And you're coming with me. I know you hate travel but you're staying right by my side.”

They flew from the stables swift and fleet. Dawn drove the horses to breaking point but with her magic was able to keep them going. They rode into the night and upon the breaking sun of morning, they arrived on the outskirts of the Kingdom by the Sea. She gazed out over the ocean then and took in the salty breeze. She always did love the sea, but now was not a time to enjoy it, she came to see the King.”

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The chambers of the Wizard in the Dark Castle, night.

While Star slept she was visited by Zardos. Zardos was her conscious personified. The female esque creature had a slight wolf curve to the lines of her face. Her teeth were fangs, her eyes a bright shining yellow. She had first appeared to Star a year after she fell to earth, coming in dreams. Zardos had been compelled her to awaken in the mind and become who she was now. Zardos was like her demented guardian angel, who always failed at her job. But she hovered over the bed where Star slept next to the Wizard.

“Wake up,” Zardos droned in an exotic brough. “Open your eyes and see me Star Dust of Holy Wood.”

She did as commanded. Zardos was a physical being only Star seemed to see. She had grappled with the creature before, to test the boundaries of reality and came away with wounds from their scuffle. She was real, but only to the Queen.

“There are spiders in the night coming for you. Protect your children, they are the key.” Star had no idea what Zardos was talking about. All that registered was the words Spiders, they were a gang that harassed her and the throne. “Keep your children close, and your enemies, ever closer.”

Star blinked, and Zardos was gone.

PILOT/SEASON 1. Episode one 2020 AC/DC

She didn't know what she was. . .

Mars, An Underground laboratory, 1959(in Earth years). The beginning of the end of a Civil War.

His bright blue eyes beheld his creation, fresh from the grave. What he had done was against the law, but he had done this as a way to ensure the survival of his blood and kingdom. His blood ran through her veins and as he carefully put her into the flight capsule he soothed her light red hair, smiled at the gaze of her ice blue eyes, the effect of such a blue wouldn't last for long, a side affect of the life serum.

He dialed the controls, setting her landing coordinates for a place on Earth. The Spiders, the law holding house of the planet, in their endless desire for more more more, were again attacking him and his kingdom. Only this time, they had unlocked a dark Martian magic that allowed them to resurrect the dead for their armies.

He had broken the law, which his own Law Holders would surely imprison him for, despite the fact that they themselves had also broken the law by their undead army. His lab, castle and kingdom were failing the siege they had held for so long. Civil war was here and in the face of it he had hoped to create the future. The Spiders were here, they had come for him, and her. This king, with his one dark blue eye and his one light blue eye, wouldn't let them have Her.

He heard the doors and glass shatter as they stormed his laboratory. He set the landing mode to earth and looked through the icy glass coffin of his creation. She was the future, she was hope for his planet. Maybe someday she would understand her purpose and come back to him. But for now, he pushed the red button and the launch commenced, it was for their future. He watched the capsule blast into space as the Spiders broke down the lab door and pointed their spears and swords at him. He fell to his knees as he was incarcerated.

“Where is it going?!” The Lead Spider shouted at him. A man named Baron Wylde. “Where are you sending it?!” He looked up at the capsule at it flew away from them, beyond their reach into space, his glossy red eyes glaring up at the fading abomination.

The man smiled, he didn't care what sort of punishment they held over him. “It does not matter. You have failed. SHE, is far out of your reach.”

Baron snapped his fingers. “Kilmister! Front and center!”

A man came out of the crowd as ice particles rained down from the departing capsule. Kilmister was a pale man with large facial moles, black coarse hair and silver eyes. He wore all black, unlike the red of the Martian soldiers. He was a bounty hunter and was his most famous attribute was the cigarette always on his lips.

“This man is the greatest hunter in all of Mars.” Baron leaned in close as the former King looked up at him. “No matter where you send her, no matter who protects her, no matter where She runs,” he used heavy sarcasm on the words she. “My Kilmister will find her and he will kill her.” He stood up and turned to the hunter. “Go now, while the trail is still hot. Resurrect the drone planes and track her across the galaxy if you have to.”

Kilmister was staring at the King the whole time Baron was speaking. Silver eyes met blue eyes and the blue one were begging him to spare her. Kilmister nodded and left.

“Sir, those ships are hundreds of years old. Will they even work?” the second in command asked.

“Kilmister can fix anything. He can go anywhere, fix anything and if he can't, no one can. I have faith in him.” Baron over saw the arrest of the former Martian King. His spy would effectively follow and end the abomination the king had created.

Another Spider stepped forward, dressed in Spider red but he was more of an official than a warrior. Tall and lean with slicked red gold hair and dark wine red eyes. “Place him under house arrest until we find and return the creation. No other sentence shall be carried out until then.”

Baron became livid. “He has broken the law and lost the war! He is no longer king!”

“He is still the king!” Rickshaw was a prominent leader who held more power over the people than Baron Wylde. “He will remain under house arrest until the creature is returned and in the meanwhile, a Spider shall be named King Regent.” He leaned in close to the Baron, grabbing his arm, unafraid. “Need I remind you of the laws you broke to get here.”

No longer in favor of the king due to the occupation of Spiders, he wasn't in favor of the Baron either. He let go and walked after the King. He oversaw that the Law was followed and obeyed above all else and above all selfish endeavors, this was the king the people knew and if he was executed, there would be chaos. He had no power to stop the Baron, but he had the power to prevent him from killing the last Star King. Without any more argument, they left the laboratory and set it on fire along with the manor it was attached to.

The King looked towards the night sky, hope in his blue eyes.

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She opened her eyes and stared into the black abyss above her. It was speckled with white, she drifted through the stars peacefully. She had no idea how to explain the sensation she felt while drifting. Her eyes opened and closed carefully. She reached up and was surprised when her hand was stopped by the see through wall above her. She looked at her hand and the fine hairs on her knuckles jumped out at her in detailed relief, so did the stars beyond the window. She watched the red planet disappear behind her, at her feet. When her head tilted back and up to see where she was going, she saw another orb approaching

A Blue planet, that appeared green the closer it got. She faced back to the black abyss and floated on.

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Earth, the deserts outside of Holy Wood. 1959 CR (Cult Rule)

In the desert, far outside the cities, in unclaimed territory, He watched. He was wandering the desert as he often did. Singing and drinking, hoping to tame the restless spirits in his soul. He swigged on his whiskey and snarled at the burn in his ears. He stumbled and sang and looked up to the sky. When his whiskey was gone he threw the bottle and it landed with a smash, he had more. He was a handsome man, a Shaman.

He was a Roman-esque king. His profile boasted planes of honest expressions, the Roman nose, the sculpted lips, the deep set eyes blue as ice that stared deep into you. His brown hair was wavy and brushed his shoulders. He wore his filthy, smelly leather pants and held a denim jacket over one shoulder, his black shirt tucked in a back pocket.

He was a king, but an absent king. Right now his religious advisers-the BOC, Blue Order Cult- were holding down what he had inherited, what he had never wanted but had to take care of. To escape the pressure he wandered the desert alone, often. Tonight would be the night to change his world though, to relieve the pressure he felt. Something broke the sky and he had to look up. For the first time in five hundred years, an object on fire fell from the heavens. He watched.

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The capsule plummeted to earth and landed in a mighty, thundering, crash! A ball of fire hurtling to the ground as seen from afar. Earth and dirt flew for miles in any direction, the crater came to be forty feet deep. Fire littered the ground around the crash sight where broken parts of ship were laying. Nothing appeared to have lived, until a hand reached out from the smoke. A figure crawled out of the raging fire, nude and alone. Covered in soot and dirt they clawed out of the depths of hell and gasped for breath on this strange new terrain.

It was a woman by the breasts she sported and clump of hair between her legs, shielding her from indecency. But she didn't know what decency even was. She walked away from the crash sight, not knowing where she was, who or what she was, and walked further into the desert. It was night when she came and it was night still when she fell to the ground, exhausted, dying of thirst. She lay on the ground until a shadow passed over her and placed his coat over her shoulders. She woke up and looked into the face of a blue eyed man, the first earth man she ever met.

He helped her up, gave her whiskey, and led her to the horizon where distant lights shone. Very distant. HE took her by the hand, and made her walk for days and nights beside him, which she did without word and without question. Living on a strict diet of whiskey did her little good until they came to the edges of his kingdom, tumbling out of dry brush, she found a stream and they followed it, drinking from it, naked as children. He led her to the beaches not far beyond, and then vanished from her side. She woke up in the morning alone on the sand, a pair of denim pants and his denim jacket on the sand beside her.

As she had seen him do, she put them on herself and looked to the west, though she didn't know it was West. She went and followed the lights until she climbed a hill to the very top. When she crested and looked over the valley below, she saw lights, a narrow road winding through the bustling village was bursting with lights. Blaring horns and the clacking of hooves. She shied away from the bustle and hustle and crept along the darker edges of town.

She eventually came upon a darkened house in the middle of a big lush field during the night, following a dirt road to it. Tired and full of the apples that grew along the road, she lay on the porch under the ripe moon and closed her eyes.

The people of the house were well surprised, as you can imagine, to find her on their porch that next morning. A dirty heathen with gold hair and glowing honey maroon eyes, dressed in denim and barefoot, she didn't even know a word. A family of intense high nobility lived there and they took it upon themselves to harbor and raise her. Lord and Lady Blackmoore had no living children, all had died before adulthood, and this poor child of fifteen or sixteen had no family or even a name. The Blackmoores were a dark haired, raven eyed and pale skinned peoples, their blood was bluer than even the lords and ladies of the castle, they called themselves blackbloods. The two took her in and made her their child. By 1960, a year later, they had named her Star. Star Dust Blackmoore the first, Heir of Blackmoore Manor.

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Earth, local Holy Wood Jailhouse and Courtroom, 2020 AC/DC 61 years later.....

Star Dust and a girl who was taller than her left the jailhouse. Star Dust was older, tall, lean, sharp cheeks and glowing honey eyes, in her thirties. The other girl was younger, in her mid twenties, and bore a slight resemblance to Star in the face, but she also bore a roman-esque profile. Her nose, it was that of her father, with a feminine touch. But the girl was a warrior, a fighter, dressed for battle with her black clothes and boots on, she was a lady but no feminine. Her long brown hair tied in a braid down her back, her eyes a darkened blue.

“Mother, did you Have to fuck that girl last night? The BOC is really on your fucking dumb ass for the lab cluster fuck. You shouldn't be fucking teenagers.” She was irritated.

Star grinned. “She told me she was eighteen, how could I know she was really sixteen?”

“Mum that's not the point. I don't care who or what you take to bed. Even if they are the same age as your grandchild!”

“Oh I see," The older woman said, grinning, reading between the line. "You're upset about my little boy.”

“Well no fucking shit I fucking am!” They got into a black limo, horses and other small vehicles passed outside their windows. The other woman lit a cigarette. Star lit a joint. “You KNOW the BOC will do anything to take you down. With that said, you shack up with Uncle Richi and summon a demon from hell. That's fucking illegal magic man.”

“And since when do we care about the law? We ARE the law. I'm Queen and you're Princess.”

“I'm serious! You conjured up something bad. I may be reckless and crazy but I don't go that far and get caught.”

Star grinned. “I think you just hate him.”

“Well that too. It's an abomination, a red devil.”

“His name is Angus!”

“I couldn't care less more than I already do.”

“I think he and Rosie would be-”

“Don't you fucking dare!” The younger one screamed, she pointed her lit cig at the other. 

“Oh Dawn. He's a sweet boy.”

“More like your sex toy.”

“That too.”

“Well he wasn't the bastard king you thought he would be. Now Richi says they're investigating the whole thing. After we bailed you out after the raid, all thanks to Uncle Richi, they decide to dig in. Fucking pigs.”

They argued for some time more, about Angus, about the BOC, about her impending trial. Eventually, through their bickering, the limo arrived at the grand palace. A magnificent structure made of sandstone. As they pulled into the courtyard, a solemn faced fellow dressed all in black stood on the steps with a young girl beside him. She was younger than Dawn and Star, couldn't have been more than fifteen or fourteen years old. She had long brown, curly hair that flowed free. Slightly pudgy as was healthy for a royal young lady, and like the women in the limo, was beautiful. Her bright, hazel blue eyes were wide in concern, she was on the verge of tears.

When Dawn stepped out first, throwing her cig to the gutter, both their faces lit at the sight of each. The girl came running for her and Dawn ascended the steps to embrace her. Star watched from behind her daughter, happy to be home again.

“Nana!” The girl exclaimed as she held her hand out for Star. “I'm glad you're out of jail again.”

“Me too sweetling dove,” Star kissed the top of her granddaughter's head and then turned to her cousin Ritche.

His eyes swept her from head to toe, inspecting the curves of her body. Her velvet skirt was pleated in many ruffled folds, they fell to cover her black suede shoes, scuffed from drunkness. Her shirt was a long sleeve white blouse, bell sleeve and a tight mid fit, a wide belt around her waist. It was unbuttoned down her chest, exposing her lace bralette. Her hair was wild, her thin velvet cloak hung from one shoulder. Her eyes were tired and her glasses eschew but he knew what she looked like naked. She smiled, her cousin and lover Richi was her right hand adviser, the one man she trusted in times of her absences.

“Another trip to jail have we?” He asked. “That makes this the fourth time this week.” He began following her as the four made their way up the steps.

“Dawn reamed me already, not you too. It's not as bad as last week.”

“Then I'm sure she told you about the BOC's investigation.” He ignored her snide remarks.

“Yes, yes I know. They are always watching.”

“And you insist on getting yourself arrested, after you were nearly imprisoned for the raid. That girl you got caught with, it was the one who exposed us wasn't it?”

“Perhaps.”

“It was! And still you fuck her! You take her to the manor, seduce her, fuck her, and show her Angus! And then! After she talks to the wrong people, you take her to bed again! Getting caught for unlawful sexual seduction of a teen aged girl and getting arrested. Again!”

“She came on to me! You know damn fucking well that I don't force any of those girls into bed. They all walk right in.”

They went through the halls, Dawn going off with her child to their rooms to change her garb. The girl was always upset when her nana or mother were gone. She was a tortured soul, her skin, in some places appeared like tree bark, the same color as a willow tree. A curse set upon her since she was but a babe. Star and her man went off into a different part of the castle.

“Richi, my cousin, I know you and Dawn fear for me at the mercy of the BOC, but you seem to forget who conquered them in the first place.”

“I know,” he said softly. “I was there.”

“Ah yes,” she began.

He sighed. Whenever he and Dawn voiced their concerns at her loony antics, with good reason, Star would recount the Siege of the BOC.

“New Years eve, 1979 CR. You, Queen Anne and myself ride through the gates of the BOC City, after a three months siege we beat through their defenses and hang the traitors. New Years day, 1980 AC/DC, was the first day of the new age. That was forty years ago. In all that time I gave my people the choice of immortality, abolished laws that were unjust and harmful and my daughter gained control of the underground gangs, effectively coming to rule all the criminal gangs in the city. I set them free, and in all these years later the BOC has not once tried to start another uprising. You two may fear their power, but I do not.”

“I remember well. Before you remind me I will also recall that AC/DC stands for AFTER CULT, DEVIL CAME,” he said. She often reminded him of that and he beat her to it out of frustration.

“And who is the devil that came?” She asked in a sly, playful tone.

“You.” He said in a slightly defeated, or perhaps tired, sort of way.

“Yes. I do not fear them and their trials, for all their castles fall into the sea at my command. We've been through many of their trials before. They have no evidence and you know it.”

He looked at her. They were now in a great chamber with a balcony facing the oceans. You couldn't see the water, only a distant shimmering patch of land. She put her satchel on a wooden table, grabbed a crystal chalice and opened a bottle of wine. She lit a joint as she let the drink breath and then turned back to her cousin, two goblets in her hands.

“I'm not staying in jail. I am THE queen of Holy Wood, I always have a plan.”

“Pray do tell,” he sat and drank with her.

“It's flawless, and you're going to help me.” Her eyes flashed and she put the wine to her lips.

Richi stared at her. She was a true queen, never afraid. She drank, nodded and smoked. He couldn't help but smile back.  

Introduction

This an original story by me, Sara "Stardust" Heart. Copyright 2015

Any re-creation or use of my stories and characters inside, any use of my plot and theme, will be met with a law suit. This MINE and MINE ALONE. There are numerous characters based on real life people, some names are altered but some remain the same. My final project will be published and made for tv, names in this blog story that are too obvious will be altered for the sake of other people's copyrights.



PLOT: A science experiment from Mars crash lands on earth in a dystopian, rock and roll world. Ruled by the Moorison family and Book of Law,  the Martian lady alters Earth's history and the lives of those around her forever. With the grace of immortality and magic, life finds a way.


This is going to be a blog story, it is an original plot and theme created by myself. It was written to be a tv series and it just may become one.  I've been writing it for three years and in my original work, I have six season written, each at least ten episodes each season minimum. The series is written like a tv, minus the script.

Season 1, episode 1 begins today!!