Another wonderful photograph by Steve from SAB Photography of Toowoomba in Queensland.
Continuing on from “Dream Lover”, Nick has found the woman of his dreams. But just as he thinks he is close…he couldn’t be more further away.
Co-written with SA.
SA: Her fingertips kept moving along his chest gently, caressing his muscles under their feather-like touch, colder than ice, bringing both hands to his chest to only slowly lift them upwards, to his shoulders – Feeling each inch of his body, in her attempt to relax him while asking her question, to which she only got a non verbal response. A gasp escaped her at the rough tug, feeling his hands gripping her ass cheeks only to push her form so bluntly against his, until their bodies impacted together hard, with an audible noise between them. Chest pressed onto his bare torso, her hands clenching into tiny fists only to then loop them securely around his neck and shoulders, one moving even more upwards to clasp some of his raven strands between her long, slender digits. The kiss – That damned kiss of hers, scolding hot in comparison with the coldness of her body, those lips, scarlet and full, plump and sensually shaped now being genuinely molded with his, once more, only to let him know that the night they spent last night was no dream at all. To break apart from such a kiss seemed like an impossible task and yet she managed to, merely an inch away from his lips as they still brushed together ever so slightly as she mused out. “Why did you search for me…?” Sophia was genuinely surprise that he did. It was something new, something she never really experienced before – To be ~chased~. Usually, she would be the Predator chasing her Prey, the Crow chasing her Butterfly. Had the roles switched? Had she become the Butterfly?
RB: – The answer lay within her heated kiss. Right there, he felt that same passion that had been ignited only in what he thought was a dream. But this was no dream. The room was not of her making, and there were no illusions. She…was very real. Feeling her hands weave their way around his neck to help secure her to him, he was reminded of how well their bodies molded together. Almost like they were fused into one being – just for the shortest of time. And so the moth entered the flame, and the rage that had been built over the last half hour started to ebb away, like the waves withdrawing from the sandy shore. Only when she broke the kiss, and their lips were just touching; did Nick close his eyes and find an inner peace. He still maintained his grip upon her. One hand clutching her ass, the other now strumming the back of her neck – a favorite place where he loved to touch her. Her whispered words begged the question…~Why search for me?~ The answer was so very simple. That word that they shared, the same one they said to each other when they had fed on each other’s beings, kept playing over and over and over in his head. It was the reason he left the kingdom behind. It was the reason he was standing here holding her now. Nick’s eyes slowly opened as he continued to nuzzle her with his nose and lips. “You’re mine…” –
SA: That was a surprise, even for her, even for the Crow – To hear those so very possessive words muttered out by him even made her freeze in place, incapable of any other movement as she simply stood in front of him, her lips parted slightly as if wanting to speak, though there was no sound to come out, only a short lived inhalation of surprise. Her arms came back down from their coiled state around his neck only to rest at her sides, before her whole body turned around, as she’d eventually escape his grip. “Yours…?” She repeated, as another question rested on the tip of her tongue while pivoting on heels to turn around and walk over to the window. Her arms did something he hadn’t seen her doing so far – They hooked around her own form, embracing herself tightly while her head canted downwards, seemingly staring outside to the snow-topped mountains. There was silence – No light but the moonlight, creating a dim glow which contoured her perfect silhouette, back turned to face him while she faced the outdoors.
RB: – It was not the reaction he was expecting. He was so sure that when they had been together that she said that same word. That he was hers. Nick believed whole heartedly that she was now his. To feel her almost recoil was like a sharp slap on the face. At first he didn’t know how to take it. Watching her as she held herself within her own embrace. Walking away from him towards the bedsit window as though to contemplate the gravity of his words. Nick turned so he was now side on, his head turned towards her silhouette that was bathed only in the moon’s rays. “You changed me. That night, I have relived over and over in my head. Sophia, I know I was more than just a meal to you.” Nick still bore a dark expression. His emotions now all over the place. The vampire crossed the room to stand in behind her. As much as he wanted to touch her again, he refrained, as he made his point known. “I am yours as much as you are mine.” She was so deeply bound inside him that being this close to her was the closest he ever felt to being whole. –
SA: There were many who fell in love with the Wraith – Many who became entranced with her, after the first encounter – many more who promised her all the world’s jewels or the world itself, only to forget everything the moment the illusion shattered around them, the moment they were free from her embrace. Nobody actually took the effort to chase her down, nobody took the effort to try and relieve the night she gave them – but him. Why did he? Sophia had no answers to her question, even though he spoke the truth, the Wraith was incapable of understanding the meaning which lied behind those words. “This isn’t supposed to happen…” She wasn’t even able to grasp the sentence fully, when a wave of pain shocked through her body, from the inside out, making her yelp out suddenly. It was so odd to see a woman like her in actual pain, such agony that it made her lose balance and fall to one knee, one hand gripping at the middle of her chest while the other gripped the edge of the window, for support. Something went wrong – Like a short-circuit in her functioning system, for she was, indeed, more of a machine than a real woman.
RB: – How could she say that it wasn’t supposed to happen? Surely she knew, since she herself said that the cards never lied. He never lied. From the moment that he sat down at that table and accepted her game. Nick had to have done something that no other man had done before. Was this so shocking? The vampire brought nothing with him, but the clothes on his back and the card. The card of strength, that she herself had given him. He was not offering her gifts of untold wealth, castles in the sky. He offered her the one thing he had power over. Himself. The will to find her and know the truth had been all encompassing. “Before I met you, I was only hungry for blood of the living. Then you…” his voice trailed off as he watched her suddenly grip her chest and fall to one knee. In an instant he sped to her side, and caught her up in his powerful arms as thought he thought she was going to faint. Nick held her close to him as he walked her to the bed in the centre of the room, and laid her down upon it – his face etched with concern. Did he cause this? The beast in him could be cruel, and deadly in one moment, and then tender and caring the next. He reached up to brush her hair back from the black blindfold that covered her dazzling eyes. The ones that stared at him unblinking in his dreams. –
SA: That was when it all came down to the very moment of her collapsing into his arms, her body now resembling something that could even be categorized as frail, fragile. A fragile China doll, about to shatter in pieces, shaking and shivering in the male’s arms as arms came to loop around his neck in a sudden instinct to hold onto something, anything, those limbs shivering slightly against his flesh. He could feel her, looking at him even beneath that black mask which hid azure hues, he could feel her burning gaze on him, chilling him to the bone – She was pleading. “Don’t go… Please…” It was such an odd sight to see a woman who seemed so strong all throughout their little game since the Reading and until this very moment to appear so frail now, pleading for his company. When she was settled against the mattress, there was an audible sigh which escaped her, a pained sound as she curled up into a ball on her side, until nothing else was to be heard. To recognize whether or not she was asleep or even actually dead was a complex task, given her lack of breath, the way her chest remained still, immobile and without any respiratory function, making her appear fully dead now, that there was no sound coming from her. At all. Intuition was key in order to determine the fact that she was actually asleep, falling into a blackout state of exhaustion as only the digits of one alabaster pale limb moved in the air slightly, as she slept.
RB: It was hard to describe the feeling, when this bewitching woman whose power was so great that it had harnessed him – was now begging him not to leave her. Didn’t she just walk away from him when he said that she was his? Sending out such messages that it was confusing. Pushing away, then pulling him back. What could he do but stand over her as she let fatigue wash over her. Nick stood there, his lips drawn into a thin line. The woman looked so frail, so delicate in this state. Silver eyes swept over her form, and watched as her chest failed to move. Acting almost as though she was a corpse – devoid of life. Nick’s head tilted slightly before he let out an exasperated sigh, bringing his hand up to sweep back his wayward locks from his eyes. He had travelled so far, and finally caught up with her – but so many things were unsaid between them. So many things he wanted to say, to express. Now she was out to the count. Locked within her own being, be it from lethargy or something else. Surprising since she had just fed. The change in her was clear when she walked in the door. Had something he said triggered this reaction? He kept asking himself, why? Sophia wanted this…she had to. The wraith told him that he was hers. He was only telling her that he felt the same way, yet it was wrong. Spinning on the ball of his right heel, he wandered over to the window and leaned to touch his forehead to the chilled glass. His nails scratched downward creating an awful sound, that mimicked how he felt inside. Being ripped apart by this bevy of emotions. He’d left everything behind for her….was it for nothing? –
SA: To see a Wraith asleep was such an odd sight to see. There was an odd feeling of peace to her, to the way Sophia slept, when she barely got sleep at all, usually – To her, sleep was not something she truly needed except from moments of full exhaustion, which now made her appear so… alive. Curled up in a ball in a fetal position, like a small child trying to fall asleep, she looked so peaceful – unbothered by anything in the world, when, in her mind, she was going through Hell. Sleep. Most welcome it as a completely natural state of being, a state of being in which mind creates temporary relaxation upon body and ones guard drops, leaving themselves open for a sudden attack – Most of the times, there was no attack – But a perpetual feeling of apparent peace dominating upon body and mind and spirit, in between, like a constant balance between them both. In sleep, people allow their minds to take control, control which installs such things the vast majority categorizes as dreams and yet, dreams were more than just simple, fickle imagery of one’s mind – Oh, no. Dreams were much, much more that just that. Nightmares, now, nightmares were something far different, a very different stage of dreaming – One, foolish enough to do so, would believe that nightmares were nothing but another form of dreams, just a state created by one’s own mind and yet, there was something else to it, in addition. Such an odd visage. Snap. It was an audible snap as if bones cracked, followed by a loud, agonizing scream that could be heard through the entire rundown tavern. A scream which made everything FREEZE, just for a second. The scream of a frightened woman, waking up from a nightmare. Or so, it seemed. Azure eyes burned brightly, deeply as she looked around her surroundings only to recognize the visage of her own room in the castle, recognizing the Tavern she was in. One hand moved up instantly to her black mask, making sure it was perfectly placed over her eyes, hiding them from view of others. Paranoia, going haywire as she shook from each inch of skin.
RB: Those two hours that Sophia slept, the vampire hardly moved from his place by the window. As though the moon’s view might in some way bring him solace for the way he was feeling. Every now and again, he turned his head back to the sleeping woman, but she made no sound, nor moved at all. He made a silent promise that he would not leave her, and he didn’t. Though when she awoke it was going to be hard to know what to do, or even what to say. Though she still had this bizarre hold over him, he was starting to feel as though it was something that she did to all men. Enslaving them in this sinister way. Her blood pumping through his veins – so vital and addictive. It was like she had harnessed his very core. As he continued to stand at the window pane, there came a God awful cracking sound, like the splintering of bone. It was sharp enough to make Nick snap his head around, since the noise was coming from the bed. What came next was a blood curdling scream, that was so loud in pitch, that it tore right throughout the entire building. Anyone with sensitive hearing would need to cover their ears to save themselves from damage. Nick’s image instantly shifted across the room, like a blur as the very sheer veils around the bed were whipped up and then floated back down as he reached her side. He wasn’t hovering over her, but he was damn close to it. Watching as she pushed her hand up to the black bandanna that shielded her azure coloured eyes. You could see the terror in her facial expression, the sheer agony of whatever it was that had brought about this shocking display. Nick reached out and with the full size of his hand, placed it over her own to assure her that the bandanna never moved out of place. “You’re safe.” Nick uttered, keeping his hand over hers. –
SA: To an extent, she did this to all men, and not only men – It was her way of feeding, the Reading she performed being her way of actually choosing her victims, choosing the manifestation of Sin that she’d feed on. On many, she fed on Greed, Envy or Wrath, being the most common which she encountered towards her, and yet there were the very few she actually was impressed with, to choose Lust. To spend the night with them in a perpetual illusory state of mind, to offer them a night to never forget only to fill her own hunger. There were even fewer which managed to go past that level, their number barely managing to be counted on one hand. Nick was one of them – Impressing her throughout the Reading and to their oh so intimate private meeting to only break all the boundaries of true surprise when he followed her here. It was a shock, such a great shock that it massed up the natural balance of how things usually functioned, the system which she guided her action along with, the Woman who functioned so much like a Machine that it even needed to reboot. It was the only time he’d hear and see her breathing, her chest heaving sporadically and insanely strong with short lived gasps, breaths of air in such despair and agony that she’d almost lose it, soon enough. When she felt the hand onto her own, Sophia craned her head slightly to the side, looking at him beneath the mask to make grasp of his visage, close to her after such a nightmare. Instantly, she rushed into him, her body jumping upwards to bump against his, roughly pressing together, her head burying into his chest. Still shaking, still shivering – Still in such a fragile state.
RB: Nick could feel the turn of her head. See how it craned ever slightly towards him. He knew she could see through the bandanna in a way that no one else could. She could see straight through him. His facial expression remained unchanged. Deep concern shown through his black eyes as they narrowed. To come from an almost breathless coma to this quivering and shaking being that was in a state of panic was alarming. Nick had acted in a way to protect her in a sense. Hope that she would not feel so naked without her black eye coverage. What was surprising however was that she rushed at him – leaping from the bed in such a way that it nearly knocked him off his feet. Nick staggered about with her now pressed hard against him. Shaking and shivering as though feeling the death of cold. But he knew it was fright. The woman had always been cold to touch. The vampire’s natural reaction was to envelope her in his arms –bringing her in to the safety of his hold. Her head was nestled tight to his chest, and his hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, slowly brushing his fingers down over her hair. Sophia seemed to be so much smaller like this. Delicate…fragile like a wild flower. The protective side of the vampire came to the fore, and he released a low grumble like murmur that was a way to try and bring her some comfort. Nick brought his chin down so it just touched the top of her head, and he closed his eyes, swaying her gently. Hard to believe he had murdered an entire inn full of men just hours before, and yet was being so gentle with her now.-
SA: There was genuine fright in her actions, the way her body shivered, the way her flesh trembled against his. Genuine fright in her voice as it started breaking off even before she started to speak. Her hands came to his chest, clenching into small fists and gripping onto pieces of his shirt. “I feel.. so much pain…” Pause. She tried to gulp out gently, pushing down the node stuck along the column of her throat as she continued. “…he hurt me… I don’t remember.. I just feel the pain…” One of her hands slowly moved around to her front, gripping her own shirt in the middle of her chest, where the scar was – That small, vertical scar which was such a clean cut that it looked like an operation slice more than a brutal stab. She remained in his embrace, still shivering lightly yet beginning to slowly calm down after awhile, shivering much like a caged bird in the middle of winter.
RB: Bewilderment soon changed to anger, when Nick heard that someone had hurt her. A darkness not seen before started to appear in his eyes, and though he would never think to harm her, his grip around her became more intense. Fingers almost twitching as he tried to absorb what she was saying. Then she pulled on his shirt, her small hands closing into fists – her voice was shaking, stammering as though the words were too difficult to say. “Who hurt you?” His only words were a question that she may not even be able to answer. Sophia then showed the mark that he had seen before on her chest that lay between her breasts. So, she had been impaled by an object, possibly a sword of some description. The swelling of anger was building deep inside him and it was hard to make it stop, till he felt her drawing back into him – continuing to shiver like a frightened bird. Nick brought his hand around to place his fingers under her chin, in the effort to make her reveal her face to him. She would be able to feel the sharp rise and fall of his chest, as he swore then and there that he would protect her from all men – regardless of who they were. “No man will ever lay a hand on you again…so I swear. They do…they die.” He meant every word of it. –
SA: She didn’t answer. To Sophia, it was more than a choice not to answer the man’s question in regards to ‘who’ actually caused the wound at the middle of her chest, but an incapability of knowledge, a lack of it – She didn’t answer because she didn’t have an actual answer for it, the memory of what actually happened years, centuries ago being a faded vision through her mind, one that she could not grasp yet but in small snips which transferred themselves in the shape of nightmares. Her body, so close pressed against him as if desiring his protection and warmth where there was now, her voice breaking off with each syllable and those trembling gasps she let out between her scarlet lips made her all the more fragile to him, a side of her which she hardly put on display for many – Slowly, without even noticing it, Sophia was opening up to him, letting Nick in on a territory he would never step onto again – The territory of the truth, behind this abnormal woman, letting him stand right in front of that scattered puzzle, as if inviting him to try and place the pieces together. A task nobody ever accomplished, so far. There was a sob, the moment his hand went up to place under her chin, a small sniffled breath followed by two solitary tears, rolling along her cheeks, from those masked orbs under the black bandana. How odd to see that her tears were perfectly normal, compared to how abnormal she was – Just two droplets of saltwater trailing down until they reached and caressed the man’s fingertips as they rolled off her chin in its angled position held by him. His words echoed through her mind as she slowly began to make full sense of her surroundings, the last images of her nightmare fading away, seeing him much clearer now. “Nick…” She murmured out, mostly to be certain herself that it was him, standing in front of her, holding her now. The only word she would have been able to whisper now.
RB: The vampire towered over the diminutive wraith, his head bowed as he swore his undying oath to protect her from harm. The most bizarre thing then occurred. A great set of wings tore through his back and he had to suppress a roar of pain, though this was a natural part of his being. Large leathery wings flapped out proudly, nearly touching the roof and the floor, before they started to enclose around them both. It was his way of showing his true self – the real beast behind the man she knew. His hot breath could be felt as he let his head lower and he began to kiss away the tears that were falling from her cheeks. He was a such a contradiction. This beast was being so protective of her, a clear sign that he was of a greater power than he truly let on before. When Sophia whispered his name, he took this as acceptance of his oath. He brought his forehead to touch hers once more, his arms tightening around her form as he brought her hard up against his bare torso. His scent would be heady to her, if she remembered it from their last encounter. Nick’s sharpened nails drew along her back, but not so much to scratch her – he’d never want to hurt her, especially now. That word that he had said before and again was repeated. “Mine.”
SA: The wings were a nice added touch. It brought a surprise from her as her eyes roamed over the extra appendages, letting one arm extend out, brushing those soft fingertips of alabaster digits along its edges, feeling the feathers out ever so carefully. When they looped around the both of them so protectively, it only forced her body to press closer to his, her arms soon coming to wrap around his neck, in a possessive hold which only matched his. That word was muttered out, soon after, bringing a small murr out of her, a rumbled purring noise as her head moved in, only to allow their lips to press against each other. A deep, yet gentle kiss, lip on lip contact, mumbling into it gently. “Mine.”
RB: There it was. The word he had been waiting for, the one that he had heard her say in his mind over and over like it was a dream. He knew now it was so very real. She was his. The kiss only sealed it . Those soft lips that he had come to think of; and cherish were now his once more. “Sophia..” the word whispered as he broke the kiss, to look at her face one more time, before practically lifting her off her feet. Nick started to kiss her again, only this time it was fueled by pride, and passion. There was a rumbling sound from the pit of his stomach as it swelled up through him till reaching his throat. Animal like and fierce. The dominant nature now on display. He was marking his territory by the way that he kissed her, so that she may never forget what had transpired between them. No matter where she went, no matter what she did, Nick would be ever present. She was his….and she knew full well by now, that he was hers.-
Continuing on from “Beneath the Silk”, Sophia has created a world within Nick’s mind. An illusion of a grand estate, with a special surprise behind the red veils. But is the Vampire knight to be the Predator, or the prey?
Co-written with SA.
SA: ‘Beautiful.’ Now, that was a word she didn’t hear quite often, especially not when that mask came off. There was beauty in the unknown and yet the unknown usually disturbed many when the secret was revealed – Those never-blinking optics, their oh, so strange, chromatics and the very fact that they were lacking pupils could disturb and horrify many – And they did. It was the main reason for her to hide them, away from vision of others, the main reason why the black mask never left her features for such a long time; It was only when she realized her preys could not escape her anymore, when she took it off, letting it be the last thing they saw as she basked in their horror, at the sight of those abnormal hues. She was called beautiful before; A woman who resembled a Rusalka, a Predator. A Siren, even, knew how to get around – Seduce, entice, all for it to make sure she’d feed – And yet, she was never called Beautiful when her orbs would’ve been released from their black silk prison. It took her by surprise, even widened those striking azures that if they were to have pupils, they’d be dilating by now. But they didn’t. So, instead, it looked like the azure got even brighter, deeper, like the vast depths of an ocean combined with a bright sky, lacking any cloud to block its beauty. The hand placed over her cheek was only met with one of her gloved limbs, gently slithering over his, letting their digits lace together in a grip, as she held onto him, her gaze drifting to the ground. If she was cold before, there was a hint of warmth, just a little bit over her cheeks, over the alabaster skin. “How so…?” She wanted to know – It wasn’t a test, this time. There was curiosity in her own beauty, beauty never seen before by others in a moment like this.
RB: -They say that there is beauty in all things. What people regard as beautiful is a matter of interpretation. Nick had seen much over his travels, and found that there were women that considered themselves to be attractive, opening flaunting it and using it for a way to gain power and or a love sick puppy. What Nick saw, when the black bandanna was removed was something that he could even regard as being sacred. Why she had hidden her eyes from the world, when they were in fact the most spectacular he had ever seen? Was she ashamed of them? Is that why she was so quick to cover them up in his presence? All that the vampire knew was that she wished to share this with him, and whether or not he was truly worthy to bear witness – he did not know. His reaction and words had been spontaneous as had been his movement of his hand to cup her cheek. He did not expect her to touch his hand, or ask as to how he found her to beautiful. “You have eyes that are deeper in shade then the bluest ocean, or the brightest sapphire. You are unique, truly.” As she could see inside of him, he was able to see what others did not. Nick moved his free hand to her chin, so that he might raise her face up so that he may look upon her again. “Look at me, Sophia. I know you can see through me. You can see I speak the truth.”
SA: Such an odd moment. In a more than romantic scenery, with the moonlight behind them as the scent of rose petals enveloped them both, carried by the soft breeze. An odd moment in which the appeared more like lovers, than Predator and Prey or even two Predators. A moment in which she, herself, almost forgot what she was here for, taking in the man’s words as if those were words she barely heard, ever in her life. New words, like a small child trying to make sense of them, grasp their true meaning. ‘Unique’. She repeated that one, in a whispered, hushed voice, almost to herself, to make sure she understood. Because, just like a small child, it was new to her. Brows furled inwards, as if frustrated to not grasp its meaning yet, interrupted by the wandering limb which soon found its place against her chin, lifting her azure gaze upwards. That’s when it happened. When she remembered why she was here for, and a muffled grown escaped the depths of her throat, like a deep, deep rumble rolling along the column of her neck on the inside, only to finally meet his gaze once more. What was it?
RB: -Did she not believe what he just said? Sophia repeated the word ‘unique’ as though she had never heard it before. Had no one ever payed her a compliment like this? Nick meant every word. But if it flattered her, it didn’t. She made a strange sound as she stared upwards, but not at him. He could feel the rumble of the release through the skin under her chin. Perhaps he had overstepped his bounds. After all, he had touched her, not just on her cheek, but under her chin so that she might raise her gaze. Was he not meant to see the beauty of her eyes? Maybe she simply did not expect that from him. Nick was now in uncharted waters, and…her waters. He was suddenly reminded that this was all her doing. The vampire’s lips formed a thin line as he started to draw back his hand. “If I have offended you, Sophia, I apologize. I am not normally so…hands on.” –
SA: It was then when he could finally see why her eyes were hardly considered beautiful – The gaze she had given him at that moment, that very moment when she lifted her head upwards to meet the male’s hues, was a gaze which only emanated coldness. They stared, so deeply that you’d feel them staring right into your soul and so cold that you’d even feel how a tiny shard of ice made its way to your heart. The most disturbing factor of them was that they never blinked, not once – A continuous stare, a gaze into ones soul, as if scattering through it, searching, rummaging only to find what she wanted. What she needed. A hand moved upwards. And then, the other followed as they both found their place on the male’s cheeks, cupping them lightly as fingers trailed upwards to tug against the raven strands. She moved closer, bumping her body against his, pressing them together, silk on silk, cold on cold as she gripped onto him, so tightly and yet so delicately that he wouldn’t even want to escape – not that he even could. It was then, when she leaned in, as her azure optics continued to stare into his, never blinking, lacking pupils and oh, so very deep. The saying of ‘getting lost in ones eyes’ surely attributed to this woman, for they were ocean deep and sky-high blue. The moment which followed could only gain the attributes of stunning, surprising and yet, so very mesmerizing, when her lips parted only barely, enough to cradle the male’s lower lip between them, pressing them together, while her hands continued their grip around his neck, now. This was the oddity of her being – Despite being ice cold, her lips burned. A searing heat, scolding hot to the touch as if they wanted to burn the flesh they made contact with. Longing into the passion.
RB: – Women are such fickle creatures. One minute they have you thinking you’ve gone and done wrong, and the next, they are kissing you with a burning sensation that is more than just sizzling. Nick had barely gotten out his apology, when Sophia did the unexpected. Had Nick misjudged the growl for something entirely different? All he knew was that she had taken his cheeks in her hands, so that she may bring his face closer to her own. Her body now pressing up against his, and she actually bumped her frame to his. The grip she now had was one of strength, like she had no intention of letting him go. But, did he want to be free from this woman? Hell no. He had already been captivated by her eyes, and now she was taking him into an embrace, that had him lose his breath. Lost in the hypnotic gaze of her azure eyes, Nick seemed to lose all sense of reason and found himself being kissed by her with lips that were in total contradiction to the rest of her. Burning…like they were on fire. As if from far away….deep down in the Vampire’s belly, a growl was released that reverberated up through his throat and into her waiting mouth, that had seized him captive. Nick could feel the tightening grip around his neck from her hands, and this was when he gave in. Sweet surrender. The pain and pleasure melded into one powerful force, and the vampire wrapped his own arms around her, so that he could suffer longer. The predator within him rose up proudly, and he kissed her back savagely…hungrily…as though his unlife depended on it.
SA: -Naked. It was the only word that could be attributed to how she felt right now, stripped of the concealment over the secret she kept for so long. She didn’t care for clothing, as for here, there were only means of enticing even further, creating and intensifying the façade she donned upon herself – But to have her mask pulled off really meant standing naked in front of the other, a feeling of almost embarrassment, like a virgin revealing herself for the first time, on her wedding night. It felt odd – Odder was the fact that she actually felt that way, the Predator. Chains rattled within her, the Monster longing for release as the kiss lingered, on and on. Hot on Cold, lingering desire as her hands tugged at the back of his coat, gripping tightly into small fists. To hear her growl only made her grin – A wide, Cheshire-like grin without even breaking the kiss as she offered a small nip to the male’s lower lip only to provoke him further. Provoke his own Predator to come loose. And that’s when another dance happened, one she would lead now, while she took a step backwards, towards the room. And another. And another. Tugging him to follow, leaving the balcony and going back within the room in ruins, while their lips still melted against each other.
RB: -The power of this woman was insane. The way that she kissed him, and clawed at the back of his jacket, only served to strengthen her hold over him. Of course his hands had found themselves wandering over and across her back. Finding their way to the rounded globes of her bottom, that had been so easy to caress through the flimsy fabric of her gown. The deeper and longer that Nick kissed Sophia and let his tongue snake into her mouth to lick at the insides of her cheek, run across her teeth, did he truly feel that he wanted more than wanton kisses. The inner growl had been his predator announcing that he was home. Home – within her eyes. Those same eyes that did not blink, nor move to follow the light. But Sophia was ahead of the game, breaking the kiss – only to nip at his lower lip in a bid to bring him out further. The beauty of his face was now changing to that of his vampiric self. The sharpness of his features as his bones seemed to lengthen beneath his skin. Nick’s eyes gave way to a blood red sheen with a small black pupil in its center. Though she might have been smiling a Cheshire cat like grin at her prize, he wasn’t. Never more serious had he been before. She might have been dancing him back into her lair of fine veiled curtains, but he was already eyeing off her neck. Nick now snorted through his nostrils, as she kept kissing his lips and dragging him back…One step at a time. As soon as she did stop though, he’d pull away from her plump lips and then start to lick and nip at the base of her neck. The game was on…
SA: This was it. When two Predators met and the collision happened – Two different worlds, colliding, shaping as one, gathering their common points and clashing against their differences. A collision that could only be considered deadly, fatal, for at least one of the playing parts. This was the game, the hunting game between two Predators about to snap – Her, with the rattling chains within her soul, right at the core as the Monster wanted, longed for release. Sweet, sweet release. And him, with the Beast boiling inside, the moment she felt his tongue slither out to play with hers. They danced together while they moved across the room, until she actually ~pinned~ him to the wall – Enough force to impact his back against the concrete surface, her hands now falling around his neck and draping along his chest as the tips of her claws slid along his shirt; They didn’t rip it, yet, but applied enough pressure for him to ~feel~ the small scratched right along his skin beneath the fabric. And when he leaned down, and nipped along her jawline and neck, a growl was released – It almost sounded like a murr; Sensual, soft, erotic, a feline getting what she truly wanted. Finally. When he did, she only arched back to bend backwards, lowering her frame in a small arch as their lower bodies pressed against each other, her chest hovering in the air, for his viewing pleasure. She pulled him in, letting his torso reach hers as some stray strands of her snow-white tresses dangled in the air – An almost similar way of holding the pose she did when they danced.
RB: – Nick’s eyes rolled back as he fell deep within the darkness of his own inner beast. It was clamouring to be released from within, as much as Sophia’s was. The wicked licks to her neck had brought him a pleasurable release in the form of the rapid beating of a long dead heart. All through their meetings he had remained the perfect gentleman, the silver tongue, the Knight. Now, he had forgotten all that he was – only the base creature wanted to be brought out to Sophia’s light. Being slammed suddenly against the cold concrete surface, stunned him enough to snap his head up and back from her neck. From this point, his elongated fangs were on full display while his jaw slackened. The handsome Nick was gone from view. He let out a guttural growl, almost animal like when Sophia rand her nails down his chest and scratched through cloth to his skin. The red of his blood now seeping through his silken shirt. The pain was delicious and he took one hand to rip his shirt apart so she could smell and feel the richness of his blood. Red to the point of being black. Sophia then lent back so she could display her ample bosom for his viewing pleasure. Her back arching just like before when they danced. Nick’s mouth opened as he was about to lunge at her throat. It was irresistible, and just as he was about to bite, he said her name….as if the man within…was fighting back. The one…that cared for her. “Sophia…” His fangs stopping as he panted…the tips so close to breaking the skin, till he dragged them across and rested his forehead to her neck. –
SA: The game has begun – a game between two Predators, finally being offered release from their cage, the chains which kept them imprisoned rattling loudly, loud enough that one would almost be able to hear them, if they paid close attention to the darkness. Such common features between each other, both sharing a monster which lurked within. It was a serpent’s grip, her arms coiling up around his neck only to secure him in her grasp, pulling and tugging at his form closer and closer to her – His breath, at the base of her neck, rolling along her chest which would’ve sent a shiver through her spine, a quickened pace to her heartbeat – Yet she had none of that. Instead, there was a rumbling sound, like the purr of a satisfied feline, escaping those plump, scarlet lips the moment his would reach her flesh. Feeling just the tip of his fangs trailing, barely hovering above her alabaster skin, hearing her name being called out almost like a whisper, a cry for help, she offered a grin – Sardonic and cruel, the grin of a Cheshire cat as one arm went upwards, tugging at those raven strands of his. Eventually, she’d release him – even ~pushing~ him away from her with enough force to have his body impacting the wall behind him just slightly – as she began walking away. Her head craned to the side, her eyes turned to meet him, offering a gaze over her shoulder, azures burning cold. It was a sensual gaze, one filled with eroticism as her lips slightly parted to allow the sensation to sink in, while she moved forwards, towards the stairs.
RB: -Finger tips slowly dragging at first. Cold steel to touch, yet their strength was undeniable. Like quicksilver she was able to wind her way around him. Serpent like movements and deadly to any who was weak to her charms. Yes, it was a game of two predators, very much so. In the depths of her eyes, Nick found himself staring into those mirrors that showed only what she wanted him to see. Her body writhed as the temptress within her led him into the very center of her web. An insatiable need by the wraith – to tangle the vampire up into her invisible silken strands of malice. Sound bubbled up from within the exotic white haired maiden. Whatever it was that stopped Nick from making an attack upon her had only staved off the inevitable. The drag of his canines across her flesh caused her to react harshly. Forcefully pushing him away and into a marble pillar, that shook violently. Dust lightly falling and speckling the only offered candle light. Had he just displeased her? It was so hard to tell, for now she was looking back at him with eyes that burned ice cold – the wicked smile on her face making him want her all the more. Nick’s reaction was to follow her. Almost blindly, he walked towards the stairs. Everything about her was sinful and delicious. From her scent to her skin, her bewitching eyes, and those hips…God those hips. Lust rose sharply from within a darkened place. She had lit the flame and it was going to be hard to extinguish. –
SA: How was it possible for something which functioned so much like a machine to have such a sway in her movement, almost intoxicant to his view? How was it that a woman which was far from a woman have such femininity and sensuality in her movements, as each step up the stairs was performed with such grace, such flow that each step seemed like a dance in which the hem of her long white dress participated, combined with the soft clicking of her heels, only to enhance the sensation – Like a clock ticking, those heels beat along the floor on her way up, a clock, ticking, for him. Tick-tock, click-click-click all the way up. She never looked back at him again, after that one simple, subtle gaze, allowing him to drown in her movements. The swaying of her hips, the curve her body created when each leg lifted up against the stair. Only to enhance his lust. Lust – One of the many things she fed on, the Wraith, hungry for Sins – So hungry that he could feel her, so close and yet so far from his body and soul – So close to devouring both. There was a sudden click, before the male could have realized what happened, as the door behind them snapped shut, sending them both upstairs, as vision would be graced with the sight of a king sized bed, under a canopy. Scarlet red, silken sheets with crimson reflections. Now, she was pinned – Her back rested neatly against the door, as if letting him ~know~ he had no escape anymore, blocking his only way out. Her eyes burned, sending cold shivers along the male’s already tensed muscles, as those lips remained perpetually parted, only slightly, barely creating a small gap between them. Waiting. Anticipating. Provoking. Longing.
RB: -The trap had been set long before Nick had set foot upon the stairs. It had all begun the moment that Sophia had entered the Kingdom of the Blood Rose. From the beginning, the white haired wraith had one objective, and that was to feed. The Queen, in her fear had left the Knight to entertain the guest, and he had obliged in the game of cards. The reading. He had shown to have strength, and even had been given the card as a reminder of that event. Now however, was that same strength going to save him, and did he even want to be saved? The mesmerizing way in which Sophia’s hips swayed, back and forth like a pendulum, or hypnotist’s fob watch – had the Vampire all but lost to the world outside of Sophia’s making. Nick followed until it was too late to turn back. Once we accept our fate, we are at the mercy of what lay behind the magician’s curtain. What awaited Nick however was a room that could best be described as a bedroom. If he was expecting a dining hall, he was mistaken, but really…he was the main course. The stage was set. The players took their positions upon the floor. The click of the lock turned and with her back resting to that same door, there would be no escape. But really, did he want to be set free? A wry smile formed to his lips, through the haze of anticipation and lust. He tore off his coat and simply let it fall to the floor. Bold steps cut across the floor back to where she stood. In this room, of decadence and red satin, blood would be spilt, and it was probably going to be his. Nick started to undo the buttons of his shirt, as she may well watch him in silence. “This is what you wanted all along. There was no dinner…you wanted to feed upon me.” Nick opened his shirt, and she could see his abs and hairless chest. “How hungry are you, Sophia?” His voice hoarse, but riddled with lust. The very thing she wanted most of all. –
SA: “Starving.” It all started with that ~word~. And then, everything would follow in a sudden collision, as everything truly came to be after that one singular, whispered out word was spoken. She always played her Game right – The Blind Reader, this woman with such an abnormal visage, abnormal characteristics and odd behaviour, this puzzle unable to be solved. She always played her Game just like it was supposed to be played, despite the vast majority of her victims never truly reaching this point of it – Truth be told, there were very few she actually fed off from their Lust, very few to invite over Dinner instead of devouring them right at the Tarot table. Very few who actually, truly impressed her? An arm extended upwards, satin gloved long digits playing with the pins which held white tresses in place only to remove them, letting those strands of pure snow cascade over her shoulders like an avalanche, waves and waves crashing against her shoulder blades and over her back, throwing the pins aside. Her azures made sure to burn and roam over each inch of his body, each small movement he made, each button he unhooked from his shirt. Sophia didn’t move from her spot, nor uttered another word. There was nothing else to be said, like a Tarot reading itself, when all the cards are flipped over, facing them. All the cards showing, finally, clear on the table for them to see. The Cards never lie and now, they were telling this man’s Faith, in the hands of the Reader, so skilfully crafting and shaping the thread of his Destiny. But this was a hunt, between two Predators, and she wouldn’t have it any other way – A fair fight, Predator to Predator, a War that was on the verge on starting right there, in the bedroom.
RB: -The truth. One word answered everything that Nick now believed. This game she had played so well, was reaching the spectacular conclusion. One that would see her reap the rewards for her efforts. For a man that was facing his greatest threat, he showed a face that was actually happy. There was no more need for words. No more questions to be answered. Her movements, like that of a skilled dancer, started them off. All by the simple letting down of her hair. A torrent of white tresses that tumbled down her back – the pins only scattering to the floor discarded. In matching with her movements, he too began to peel away – at first with his shirt that simply fell to the floor, once he had withdrawn his arms from them one at a time. The silk like black material abandoned. As her eyes traversed his body, so too did Nick’s on hers. The vampire reached out and pinched at the white fabric of her dress, the straps on her shoulders – and slowly he slid them down over the roundness of her shoulders….down her arms so that her beautiful breasts would be exposed to the chill of the night’s air. His fingertips were rough against the soft silkiness of her skin. Sheer, just as he had imagined it to be. Nick was still the hunter, but he knew that there was always that one creature that could never be tamed. His pants now sat low on his hips, the vampire exposed to Sophia’s hunger. He was so close now, that she could feel his breath upon her skin. His lips parted enough for her to see those dog teeth of his. The suffering would end on his call. “Feast…upon me.”
SA: His shirt, fully removed, allowing his pale skin to be for her viewing pleasure only as one arm reached for him, slender digits trailing lightly along his chest. Those satin white gloved fingertips only moved to caress along each line of perfectly defined muscles of his chest as if tracing the lines of a sculpted masterpiece, creating small patterns along his skin. She felt his wandering him as it slid under the straps of her dress, slowly letting them fall over her shoulders, feeling the softness of her skin – velvet to the touch, feather-like. Head craned to the side only to take notice of this motion before both her hands moved to search for his, lacing digits together as she moved his hands at the back of her dress, up to the top, where the zipper started – It was then when he could actually feel the structure of her body, that almost anorexic physique of this woman as the zipper was strategically placed right in the middle of her body, following the line of her spine. It was straight down, allowing the dress to completely fall, sliding off her body once it would’ve been lowered. She maintained his hands there while hers moved upwards, back along his chest before removing her gloves, having those neatly done nails drag along his flesh. Gentle caress of a feather-like skin combined with sharp, short lived scratches, not enough pressure to draw blood yet enough to leave a small sting. Her lips, perpetually parted only slightly as her body moved almost by instinct against his, leaning in for a kiss, whether or not he would go for unzipping the white fabric which imprisoned her curves. ‘Feast?’ The words echoed through her mind allowing a Cheshire grin to spread over her alabaster features, right in that brief moment, before the kiss. Before the beginning of the end.
RB: -It was truly a dance between two devils. Each had their own desires and reasons for their behavior, and like a skilled chess player, Nick was not showing his true potential just yet. Like a fool he could have rushed in madly, and given into her much sooner than he had, but he gave off the illusion that he was completely smitten by her attentions. It was only when Nick had removed her white dress, and felt the edges of her spine jutting out of her lily white skin, did he truly realize that she was in fact wasting away before him. Bones sticking out so far as to stretch the skin for all they were worth. Nick’s fingers curled inwards after the touch as though seizing a small bird in the palm of his hand. But those same fingers would be prized open by Sophia’s fingers, when brought back around. Interlocked them with her own. Her free hand was now naked of the white satin glove, and so she started off, by scratching down Nick’s torso – not enough to draw blood, but more so to arouse the Vampire into a state of being. The vampire released a pent up growl, that had been building ever since their bodies came together. Pressed flesh to flesh, and now she went in for the kill, but this was when the game turned slightly. A twist that was to be unexpected. As she leaned in for the kiss, his fingers ripped the zipper downward in such a fashion that it may well tear the fabric. His dog teeth fully extended went to not just nip her bottom lip, but pull it back far enough that it may well cause a tear. Nick snorted as the male started to show a sign of true dominance. A fist full of the white fabric caught between his fingers, as he drew her even closer. –
SA: Withering away’ was perhaps, indeed, the best term to describe the physical condition of this abnormal woman who truly fell in the cliché category of ‘flesh and bone’ and yet, something already dead cannot still be withering away – She believed that by now he had a couple of hints scattered here and there along their time together to understand the anomaly of her, he reasons why pieces of the puzzle refused to click together – But if he didn’t, she wouldn’t complain much. A meal was a meal, despite having a small disappointment in the outcome of it. For once, though, she was caught off-guard, so sure of her movement to go for the kiss that she did not notice when his hands moved back around her frame. Her body once pressed against the wooden door was now ever so roughly pulled towards his until there was no more room between their chest, torsos rubbing together. No room to breathe – not that she needed to – no room to actually create a distance between them anymore, neither physical nor mental. The board was set and the pawns each had their place on it. There was even a soft sound which escaped her, a sound he wouldn’t have heard before, to actually hear her surprised: A gasp into the rough tug of her form towards his only to feel and hear that zipper being pulled down, sliding along her frame – The dress parting in the middle behind her to reveal skin of alabaster so easily once camouflaged with the fabric of seminal chromatics; The prominent shoulder blades and spine and the natural curve of her body, as white fabric eventually slid all the way down to the floor with a small, barely audible dropping noise, rustling the air around them. It was then, when her bottom lip was tugged into the grasp of his sharp canines, that she reacted with a stifled growl of her own – a longing growl, a hungry growl as her arms went under his shoulders and at his back, pulling ~his~ form to ~hers~ while taking a step backwards to impact her own back against the door, once more, with quite the loud bang to it. Then and there, it happened for a similar motion to be performed, apparently coincidental – But he should know better than to consider this woman’s actions as mere coincidences by now – Meant to install a déjà-vu feeling into the man’s mind; One of her long, slender and now fully bare, beautiful legs came to coil around one of his, trailing the fabric of his trousers against her perfect flesh only to gently loop it around his hips. Provoking, yet inviting him more towards her. The Lion, letting its prey approach willingly.
RB: – A meal is a meal that is true. But who was to dine first? It was that sound, the shock of surprise by the vampire’s boldness, that caught Sophia off guard and it was at this moment, that the Vampire completely turned the game on its head. Oh she was quick to use her slender limbs to wrap around his leg to bring him in even closer, but this just served to make it all the more easier for him to do what he was about to. Wraith or not, she was a woman. A woman that hungered for the same nocturnal desires that all others did. Hungry as she may be, there would be a part of her that wanted to be fed upon. To be tasted, savored…and enjoyed. When her body slammed hard against the door, with no room to move away, Nick started to slink down. His nose prodding and his head flicking against her bare skin as he went down on one knee. A hand moved her leg so that it was now draped over his shoulder. Oh…she could still do that, it only made it easier for him. Nick tore the rest of her dress away with his teeth, causing it to rip down the front as well as the back – exposing the sweetness that he searched for. Her musk was intoxicating, and with one leg up, she was well and truly exposed to his ministrations. At first, he ran his nose up between her swollen lips, before letting his long snake like tongue delve between her sensitive folds. Already her nectar could be tasted upon his waiting tongue, and he angled his head in a fashion that allowed him to open mouth kiss those same lower lips. His right hand snaked around to capture the ripe bare ass cheek that awaited him, and so this meant she would find it difficult to move without a lot of effort on her part. If the lip nipping had been shocking, this was bound to bring out a cry of unadulterated pleasure from those sweet lips of hers. The vampire’s head was now buried between her thighs, his tongue flicking in and out as he lapped at her richness of taste. A rumble of dark pleasure was felt from his heaving chest. The feeding had begun.-
SA: The feeding had begun indeed, seemingly for both of them – different styles, different methods and even completely antithetic connotations for the action or object of feeding. With the last bits of white fabric torn from her figure, Sophia was left completely naked, in front of him, showing yet another almost disturbing abnormality – There was Perfection. The notion which is considered impossible to reach was, at least at first glance, reached by her features – Her breasts, the perfect tear-drop shape, round and perky with a pair of pale pink nipples, erect in the cold air of the room in ruins; her abdomen, completely flat, having those prominent hipbones protruding against a thin layer of flesh; Her legs, long, slender, that small mound of flesh above her flesh neatly bald, smooth skin to the touch. The oddity which made her disturbing was that there was no blemish, no birthmark, nothing but a vast field of perfect alabaster flesh, as if she wasn’t born, bur created. As if her body was a living – but not quite – , breathing – but not really – sculpture or marble. There was one singular sign of a blemish, one that was almost impossible not to notice as it consisted in a scar, right in the middle of her chest, merely a couple of inches below the in-between of her breasts. A perfect, vertical scar which showed the precision of it doing and yet, a scar with a slight blackened edge to it. He didn’t seem to give it much importance, despite it being the only ‘normal’ thing in the perfect anomaly that she was – She felt him, lowering himself only to bring one of her legs upwards as it instinctually draped along his back, his breath trailing over her most sacred area, her very intimate sex and his tongue spreading those soft, smooth folds only to reach the fruit it was after. Another growl, rumbled along her throat as those azures came to jolt to the back of her head instantly while her neck snapped back. There was pleasure. But to her, it had a meaning beyond the Carnal itself – The Lust was what she fed on, the mere feeling of it rushing through your body – it fueled and made her chest heave in anticipation, longing for more. More and more until she would have been ready to ‘Feast’.
RB : -Our bodies speak in volumes that cannot be heard by the naked ear. The slightest tremor from a quivering thigh, the sharp jerk of realization that one was being explored and tasted by a skilled lover. Nick was not only paying attention to the sounds she uttered, but the way she moved. And it was at this point, that Nick began to realize something. While most women became a quaking mess at this sort of attention, Sophia was holding back. Yes, she let the leg stay upon his shoulder, but there was no hand to guide his head further into what would be her sacred jewel. With his mouth still wet from the lacquer she provided, the Vampire pushed her leg off his shoulder and started to rise slowly as though slinking up her form. He had caught sight of her almost unnatural beauty on his travels down and up. He did come to notice the vertical scar that was between those all too perfect breasts. The only imperfection upon what was a clean slate. As they came face to face once more, she would be able to smell herself upon his nose and those same grey lips. She was holding back, though reeling him in at the same time. It was not her own pleasure that she sought. It was his. Her body was bait; the whole thing was a trap. He stared her down as the jigsaw pieces all fell into place. Nick’s eyes widened at the reality of this moment. Always the predator, but this wicked girl had stacked the deck long before he sat down at her table. “You don’t want an easy meal, do you?” He’d been manipulated beautifully. Without so much as a word from her. How incredibly clever of her. She may be standing before him naked, but she was dressed to kill. He stared at those lips. Should he kiss her one last time? The silence was now deafening.-
SA: There was no such thing as an ‘easy meal’ to her – To even utter those 2 words was offensive for her – She never wanted something easy. So, to see the man stop and, moreover, tell her that managed to irritate her yet not enough to move away. Her arms did remove themselves from the grip they had over his form, hands coming to place palms flat on the wooden surface behind her as they stood there, face to face. Her game; unmasked by him. Her reward; recognized by him. “Of course not.” She mused out lightly, as those azure orbs burned deep within him with such coldness. Never blinking, always staring. “…But you knew that, the moment you stepped in.” And there it was, the Monster revealing itself to the man as a sardonic grin allowed those scarlet lips to curl upwards by their corners. Slowly, she moved her back away from the door, steps followed by that soft clicking of her heels against the floor motioning her across the upstairs, all the way to the edge of the bed. “And you don’t seek an easy meal, either – It’s why you’ve accepted my Dinner invitation which, mind you, was just that – an invitation left to your free will to accept or decline.” With that, her body propped up to sit by the edge of the bed, hands holding onto the sheets as her legs crossed, left over right, offering a gaze his way. “You knew what you were getting to, the moment you asked your question at the table… And furthermore, it’s what ~you~ want. You don’t want an easy task – You seek the thrill. The suspense and the climax. You seek what lies beyond a mortal’s capacity of grasping meaning to certain things. Which is what I am able to offer you.” Pause. One of her hands patting the spot next to her onto the bed. “…you see, Nick. I didn’t seek you out, no – You’ve sought me, from the beginning.”
Bet you have seen a few cheeky tradies in your time. Bent over and….hello! Well, this seems to mask the problem.
Scene setting – Greed castle.
co-written with Dessy.
Dessy: Mariela continued following Lydia, and when she didn’t receive an answer, she raised an eyebrow. She looked out of the window at Mammon’s steed, and when Lydia picked up her speed, Mariela held her dress up so she could walk faster and followed her. She was obviously determined for something, but for what, Mariela didn’t know. When she got to the mark, Mariela stopped, dropping her gown and looking at the mark, then up at Lydia. Being a witch, she recognized the mark, but didn’t know Mariela’s intentions. She stared at it, then looked up at Warner when he spoke, and then turned back to Lydia.“You’re summoning who?” Mariela asked, sensing Warner’s panic as he stepped back. Mariela gasped when she saw the green hands reach out to grab Warner, and took a side step away. As the blade sliced Warner’s throat, Mariela let out a scream before covering her mouth with her hands. Mariela should’ve known Lydia wasn’t all good. She was being naive. She was in Hell, after all. She was probably the only good one here. Mariela looked up once Lydia started chanting, and watched the fire around Lydia. When Lydia’s head turned and spoke in an unnatural tone, she took a few steps back. Seeing the face form in the mist, she gave another loud gasp and stepped back more, not speaking a word, her hand over her mouth the entire time.
Mariela’s scream was hardly a surprise to Lydia who had failed to show the demonic side of herself before the witch. This was a complete turn of a events that could not had been anticipated, for Lydia did serve the Prince of Greed right up to the moment he rode off to face Gabriel of Wrath. But the signs were ominous that Mammon was fighting for his very existence, or had come to meet his doom at the hands of those within Wrath castle. No one knew of the betrayal of Baal, nor the amount of allies that Gabriel had come to engage during her rapid ascent to greatness and a crown. While Mariela fell back and clasped her own hand over her mouth to stifle her screams, Lydia merely turned her head towards the girl and lifted but a single digit to her crimson lips, as though to beckon her to continue silence while in the presence of the Devil himself.
An eerie sound crept over the room, as shadows flew from the pentagram and danced upon the walls of the main chamber. A low distant drum beat came as though from ones own heart. The form of Lucifer grew. A large beast man with horned hooves, sharp horns that formed out through his shock of black hair and spiraled out behind him. This increased his overall size, and all this without a stitch of clothing. Naked and glistening, he towered over Lydia who was now petite in his presence. Lucifer waved his hand before her as her image shimmered and then Mariela would be able to see her true form. Massive wings beat slowly behind a body that was so svelte that it looked to be created by the very Gods of creation. Perfectly formed bosom – and child bearing hips that led down to long slender legs. Her feet no more, but replaced by hooves like her Master. She had her head bowed, till Lucifer placed a claw under it and then brought it up so that she stared at him with eyes – dark as coal.
A sharp pointed tale of Lucifer whipped out and then slapped her backside, as though punishing her for the summons, but then he could only laugh at the way she jumped slightly and her bosom bounced.
“When the Beserker returns empty….you, Lydia shall be the new Princess of Greed. Though you are always to me, an Ambitious little bitch.” This was said with a loud laugh before he turned to notice Mariela. He could taste her fear as though it was a fine wine, and it did make him smile darkly. “Who….are you?” Lucifer asked, as he started to make his way towards her. Lydia’s smile fell away from her face. Worry now etched in her features as the Devil had asked the witch of her name. Lydia wanted to say, but knew it better than to interrupt.
Dessy: Mariela started cursing herself in her mind for getting into this mess. She should have just decided to walk away, instead of standing outside of the castle. If she would have turned around and just continued on her way, she wouldn’t be involved in this mess. She shouldn’t even be here. She didn’t belong in Hell. She was to good natured for that. This was a curse. She was stuck in a place she didn’t belong. When Lydia put a finger over to her lips, Mariela just gave a nod as she removed her hands from her mouth. The form then grew – into a man with hooves, horns and a tail. He was also naked. This sight caused Mariela to jump, and she bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming once again. Her attention then turned towards Lydia, watching as Lydia changed to what, Mariela assumed, was her true form. She watched the Devil slap his tail on her bottom, and Mariela had took another step back. Hearing that Lydia would be the new princess, Mariela tilted her head, now understanding what Lydia was trying to do. She froze in her tracks when he turned to her, before asking her name. She stood up straight and looked at him. “I’m.. Mariela..” she spoke with a shaky breath, taking another step back when he walked towards her.
Razorbackwriter: Lucifer repeated Mariela’s name three times as he trudged around her slowly. The great hooves stamping into the stone floor, his tail flicking from side to side. There was indeed a menacing, almost foreboding sense of tension in the air, but for some reason, he did not make a move on her. Perhaps it was because Lydia was already addressing him in his mind that Mariela was of use to her, and not only that she considered her a friend. Not that you should really trust a demon like Lydia, but she was good on her word.
Lucifer liked what he saw and shot a look over his shoulder as he dipped his wings slightly. “She’s perfect.” This comment was aimed at Lydia who gave her shoulders a little shrug, but inwardly was pleased. Would Mariela take this as something sinister?
The fires that raged from the Kingdom of Wrath however had Lucifer’s attention now, and he didn’t stop walking, instead he made for the exit, the loud pounding of his hooves echoing out till at last he had left the room, along with the shadow followers that had accompanied him. With Lucifer being the most formidable creature in all of Hell, he was able to breach her shield. With Lucifer on the war path it would be interesting to see how the other Princes of Hell would react. The shimmering image of the naked form of Lydia reverted back to that of her more formal look, with her horns missing and her tail curled up within her long skirt. She let out a sigh and then trotted over to Mariela offering to hug her.
“So sorry about that. It had to be done. I mean, Warner was a wonderful servant and just gave his life for me. Isn’t that sweet?” Lydia hoped that Mariela would not flee into the night after the horrors that she witnessed.
Dessy: Mariela stood still as she let Lucifer walk around her, not moving a muscle. She had closed her eyes and held her breath, fearing for the worst. “She’s perfect.” was all she heard, and her heart was racing as she heard those words. Hearing the pounding of his hooves, she opened her eyes to see him gone, and she finally breath again and put one hand over her chest. She looked over at Lydia as she transformed back to her formal self, then walked over and offered to hug Mariela. For some reason, she felt she could trust Lydia – in a weird way. Lydia was a demon, yes, but she had swore to protect her, and Mariela felt that she would keep that promise. She ran over into Lydia’s arms, hugging her and still shaking a bit from everything she witnessed. “Nothing about what just happened seemed very ‘sweet’ to me.” she spoke, taking deep breaths after everything had calmed down. She then removed herself from Lydia’s arms and turned to look at her. “What did he mean when he said I was “perfect”?” she then questioned.
Razorbackwriter: Lydia drew back slightly, and you could actually see the worried look on her face. Truth be told, she liked Mariela a lot and the last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt her or see her be upset. It was only natural that the young witch would be intimidated by the likes of Lucifer and his comment that she was perfect must have unsettled her. Lydia chewed her lip while bringing up one of her toes to a point and twisting her ankle back and forth. She gently swayed her shoulders from side to side as though she was truly feeling sad and nervous that Mariela might run off screaming into the night now that she had seen Lydia for what she was.
“Lucifer is…like the big cheese in Hell. He was saying you are perfect because….you are. Don’t be surprised if you get a Ducchy out of this.” By Ducchy, she meant a royal position. “Duchess of Greed. Has a nice ring to it. All the boys are going to just love you.” At this Lydia nodded profusely, before linking her arm in the witch’s again so they could walk along. Past the floating body of Warner, who looked pretty well dead. Lydia had forgotten to get the green mist hands to let him go and she whistled which made the hands vanish. The body then hit the floor with a sickly splat. Two servants came out from the shadows and dragged him off to the meat mincer room to chop the former staffer up into bite size chunks for the hell hounds. The castle had many hell hounds, due to the Prince of Greed being a keen dog enthusiast.
Lydia perked up a bit and then grinned. “You know, since there is probably going to be a new leader here…and I mean me. How about…we celebrate when this horrid war thing is over….and have a masked ball. Even invite all Greed’s enemies to make….Hell a more…happy place.” This was said in a cheery sing song voice as Lydia tried to improve Mariela’s mood.
“Are we…still besties?” Lydia asked hopefully. Batting her eyelashes and smiling ever sweetly.