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Garogch let out a slight chuckle. He was already formulating plans to take over the City. Ti'then's assasins were going to be employed against the great and the good. Then a sea of Surrag's orcs would tear through the city.

"As amusing as your first option is. I suspect that your fallback plan will need to be employed. However I think I may offer to assist you. This city is ripe for the taking, regardless of the Lich's involvement. And he will be easier to remove now than with a powerful ally at his side."
 
He had left Ried and Garogch on their own, fading out of this place as quickly as he had arrived. Whatever Ried thought of Colvin's sudden attempt to sway the man to allow the summoning of the being did not matter. The opinions of others never mattered as this ascended being has surpassed the need to gauge anything that others thought. It was already understood that his purpose here would be accomplished regardless. Chaos existed in all planes and he could feel it bubbling...feel it rising within the bowels of this pathetic city. The emergence of another entity had not gone unnoticed and the fact there were many more becoming somewhat noteworthy within this city only made the show that would commence that much more sweeter. Could he play a part in the outcome of this time-affected endeavour? Perhaps. He laughed at the prospect of allying with Ried or even the Lich for that matter. No allegiance was necessary when he would benefit from them no matter what now right?

He stood within the center of this city now...looking like nothing more than just another member of the masses that seemed oblivious to what was going on around them. Pitiful city far too submerged in its own vices to even warrant redemption. He hoped their deaths would become a byproduct of it all. Bloodshed had been sorely missed by this being after the many events that have transpired before his arrival here. Scorn had been noticed even before his physical manifestation within the area, but the cognizance would remain unnoticed as he had no qualms with simply observing the matter and seeing how the sides played out. This was no battle between good and evil but to classify it now would demean the greatness that would surely be created. Standing in the midst of the mindless drones of this city, all he could do was simply bask in the shift in balance that was lingering within the air. Chaos was inhaled....exhaled....brought to life by this being and yet he had done nothing just yet.

Let them all do the work for him! It was clear to him now, however, that observing this on his own would be ridiculous and should he even think about involving himself...a revival was needed. With a sound smirk upon his face, mental messages were shot out in a variety of directions to beings he has thought worthy of his attention. The plethora of things that were said all boiled down to one thing. <Join....me.....now> Who would answer his calling now? The edification of a group worthy of his company had long since been an issue...but perhaps this was the time to succeed where failure had seemed inescapable before. His own chaotic calling had commenced and before long he'd be juxtaposed next to beings full of worth...but for what purpose exactly? The labyrinthine mind that possessed the answer to that question remained veiled by fog...as usual. Let them all come!
 
Outside the city, in a long since abandoned temple, something was awakening. How long it had slumbered, was uncertain. But the distinct pull, a calling of sorts seemed to penetrate through the dark sleep that had been given voluntarily. Eyelids fluttered, closing once more before they remained open. Crystalline orbs gained their sight and restored their once vibrant color of the sharpest blue ever seen. Full lips parted as a tongue slipped out and brushed their length before disappearing yet again.

A deep breath was drawn as things began to function once more. Wish a soft whisper, the earth parted allowing the creature to rise from it's embrace. Brushing the dirt from herself, she stepped out of her resting place and with a small motion of her hand, the earth once more closed as if never having been disturbed. Stepping away, the only sound to be heard was the soft rustle of her gown. The slightest whoosh of fabric as it danced around her feet and drug slightly behind her.

The air inside the temple stirred with life as it swirled around her and shadows danced at her feet. Slowly they moved up her body as they revived their mistress and stimulated her senses. Stringy hair became full once more, falling in a cascade of curls down her back and past her rear. Tendrils of rebellious curls danced around her face, framing that porcelain flesh. To look up her was to see complete flawlessness. Perfect eyes, lips, ears, right down to the dainty nose. As the shadowed receded back to play at her feet she looked about in a slow motion.

The hint of blood caught her attention and she turned around slowly to see a rather poor looking man cowering in the corner watching her. Those kissably perfect lips shifted into an enchanting smile as she lifted her right hand and beckoned him to her. Without hesitation, the man rose and walked straight to her, his hands at his side and a look of desire in his eyes. Stopping, he reached out to brush his filthy hand along her arm and she allowed it for a brief moment before snatching his hand and turning his body around.

Pressing herself against his back she whispered softly into his ear. " How kind of you to meet me for dinner. " The man opened his mouth to scream but relaxed against her as she gave him the greatest pleasure he had probably ever know. Her fangs pierced deep into the flesh of his neck. Her lips closed and she drank deeply from him. Drawing his very essence into her. Before that fatal heartbeat that would announce him dead, she flung him from her, stepped back, and grinned. It was certainly good to be back.

From the small window she knew that dusk was approaching quickly, but that meant little to her. Her's was a unique kind. But alas, it was time to explore the city she once knew. To see how it had changed, if any, in the time of her slumber. Pushing open the door, she stepped outside and inhaled the fresh air. " Come my pets, let us play. " Almost in delight, and happy to have their mistress back, the shadows danced about her feet. They would provide she shadows she needed until the sun fully set, not that she needed it. But to have them again, to feel them frolic at her feet brought a smile to her lips as together, they made their way through the city gates and towards the center of it all.

Those within the city paid little heed to her, barely even noticing her and that was just fine. For once she had entered the city a familiar scent called out to her. He was here. She could feel him. Smell him. She could even recall the way he tasted. Would he remember her? Much time had passed so anything was possible. As she rounded a corner she closed her eyes and inhaled. Before her, with his back to her, stood the one she was seeking. Remaining silent for only a second more, she cleared her throat and uttered a name. A name that had not left her lips in years, but had always been on her mind. " Hello Colvin ".
 
Overwrought

Shas was about to responde to Garogch when he fell to his knees and grasped his head. Whispers had invaded his mind...terrible pain. Shas screamed bloody murder, his telekinesis leveling several of the old statues in the chamber, but not threatening Garogch.

He somehow managed to keep enough control of himself not to harm the other sentient. Not that he cared about Garogch at all, but it was less annoying to deal with him as a non-threatening enemy, for now. He closed his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts.

"My connection with the very being of Capital City has shown me that Lim Dul has succeeded in his calling...but it is not the Hidden Lord that answered."

Scorn...Sole...those two presences were very familiar. He regained his composure as the pulse of the city silenced its whispers in his ears. "You and your masters wanted chaos, friend? It's coming...and this city will shake to it's foundations."
 
"Then it is time to accept events as they occur, and ensure that the outcome is benficial to my masters. There is no reason that we cannot tread the same path." Garogch proposed an alliance of sorts.

"That which comes is but a tool to us, we must decide how it will be employed."
 
Breaths, heavy, chest rising, lowering. Did he truly need to breath or was it all just an illusion, as illusory as he? This man of noble attire whom with one breath allowed a ring of smoke to float neigh flawlessly from betwixt those thin paled lips watched, listened and speculated. Did anyone know what was so close, did anyone see through that illusion, an illusion of ruthlessness in black? From the leather strained pants to the open chested vest, the tied back locks of hair and flawlessly muscled flesh? Seconds later it would be assured that such a ring of smoke came from the cigar dangling from twixt two fingers, and his query Satire Meresankh.

Another draw from that cigar would be allowed, losing it's butt with in the sculpture of those thin patches of flesh before he inhaled one more time. Those eyes, thin beated ire's of hazel lidded, closed, thoughts a manifesto, memories a cognition. No this woman, this man were not in his past, but perhapse they held a stature, a placement in his future. Idley the butt of that cigar was tossed to the pavement beneath his feet before he spoke under his breath. "Call me to join.. will he, pathetic fodder." But the woman held a somewhat distant air of tranquility, perfection in flesh yet cold, even uncaring. "Perhapse."

But now was not the time to approach, to make a move he may regret in the throes of battle, Lim'Dul was but a lich, but it was what he could call, what he could summon or even command that concerned Scorn. No, he would bide his time, he would waite, watch and listen none to anonymously. Staring directly at this woman, facial expressions somewhat odd. This Colvin, as she called him, would he be a problem in need of treatment? And deeper yet Scorn hoped that was so as he brought his fingers, his hand down to his stomach and began to rub it one more time. "Still... hungry..." Yes, he was hungry, but above all he was patient. Even as he felt something touch, rub against his leg and heard the innocent meow of a kitten. A kitten which he almost smiled to before reaching down and lifting unto his chest.
 
The thought "This boat is definitely sinking" came to mind. He turned his back on Garogch to give himself a moment to let it all sink in.

Shas closed his eyes and felt the tiny spark of divinity that rushed through the entire city. The ebb and flow of the untangled threads of fate which were not for him nor any other to touch.

The clockwork mechanations of reality spread before him and he understood what had to be done in order to secure his city. He began an internal Socratic monologue that last less than 5 seconds real-time but seemed to go on for years in his mind.

Finally, he turned to Garogch. "Let's gather them all. Colvin, Scorn, Lim Dul...all of them. I propose that it's time for this city to enter a new Age of Darkness."

Lim could not have known that the events he had set into motion would make the appearence of Gargauth pale in comparison.
 
Garogch smiled and nodded his head. The peices would soon begin to move around the chessboard. Many would think that this would become a case of good versus evil, but in reality, each of these dark figures was a kind, and each had his own pawns. The forces of good would simply be long dead spectators by the time this was resolved.

He reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a dragon's tooth. "I would suggest we meet in the.." he paused and chuckled "former Mayor's offices. That will be an appropriate place to plot this city's rebirth." The tooth Garogch held was linked to the reanimated corpse of the dragon that once possesed it, and that dragon was travelling through the sky at a frightful pace. Heading at its master's will to the Capital City, with a grisly task ahead of it.
 
It had been ages since Sole had stepped foot upon Ayenee's soil, once his goal of successfully defeating Terra, he left the wretched world and returned back to Martesfon. He no longer had a purpose to be there, or be around anyone, specially after his mother passed away. His home world, left in ruins after he went into meditation, no one to rule, or control the population. He sat upon the throne for years on end, meditating and wandering the planes of the multiverse, watching, listening, observing the worlds around him as they all destroyed themselves, grew, and disappeared.

His body fluctuated upon the throne, pulses of power emitting from his form as crackles of sparks grew larger from the moment of his awakening. His eyes too glistening in the darkness as he awaited a response from the lich, but only to be interupted by a loyal follower.. Treiya Darklor. His lips slightly parted, unseen to any eye as three words slithered out. "but of course.." he said in a raspy, cold, distant tone. "Why would it be other wise my child?" he added as his form stretched from the throne, standing upon the steps which made him appear as though he was 7 ft tall. He slowly paced himself toward her, eyes locked upon her smaller frame, as he stood only about 6'5".

The cloak which concealed him move friviously at Treiya, as if it tried grasping her. His body engulfed in a light red tinted aura which too, was engulfed in bolts of electricity. The spinestream had came to life since Lim-Dul's call.. it awoke the ancient user and former follower of Nyst. "Tell me, what have you heard..?" he said softly as he stepped toward Treiya and stop about 10 ft from her...
 
(Roleplay was conducted in a conference. Enjoy!)

Colvin_Arenios: Satire had been the first to answer a call that was not meant for every single soul. The beings receptive to it were beings worthy of much merit and yet he understood few would attempt to juxtapose themselves next to a deity known for abandoning groups without even the slightest warning. Did they all understand that if purpose no longer existed, then his attentions would waiver? He was a being whose inclinations spread across many spectrums but he was not as complex as some made him out to be. It took this man quite a long time to finally turn around and face a woman he has not seen in far too long. Perhaps the torture was self-imposed, but the previously emotionless expression that had governed his face for days now quickly shifted. A sardonic smirk soon appeared and yet he said nothing just yet. Miasmic expulsions soon became rather prevalent as his desire to keep the physical manifestations of the purity of his essence had waned upon the realization it was no longer necessary. This city would soon fall within the manacles of chaos no matter what truly occurred with Lim'Dul and that realization alone called for a celebration worthy of the massive potential it all held. The perfection that stood before him, although it reminded him of his beloved Atra, was unique all on its own. Rarely touched by the filth of this world and highly revered by those who understood what she was. There was no question that this deity was quite acquainted with what that all meant. "Welcome back....Satin"


Satire_Meresankh: A coldness washed over her as she felt eyes upon her. She didn't bother to turn and acknowledge the source, simply kept her eyes on Colvin. When he finally turned her lips curved into a ver small smile. " It has been a long time Colvin. " Her voice was soft, her words meant for only him. Her eyes travelled the length of him and she drank him in slowly. " Time has been good to you I see. What are you doing here? " Still the shadows played at her feet as she watched him, fully aware that a pair of eyes delved into her. With a small shift of her composure, she glanced back over her shoulder to look at the mysterious man who loomed at her. She knew him not, had never seen him before, and quite frankly, didn't pay him much more thought than needed. With a curt nod, to let him know she felt him she turned back to Colvin. Memories flooded her and she laughed lightly. " And just what kind of trouble have you made for yourself in these years past? For if I recall correctly, you always did have a penchant for mischief. "


Lord_Scorn_Darktide: Those eyes, hazel cinders with in the perfection of his face never once left the woman he so mischievously stalked. Shadows were not sought in his mannerism of keeping theese emotions to himself. Emotions? Rubbish, Scorn had none, fondness perhapse but emotions were a thing he never was privied too. Fingers curled in the soft fur of this kitten whom felt at home with in his grasp, carressing it's back, flicking at it's ears, holding it as a child would hold it's own favorite pet. But was this a pet? Perhapse it was something more, a meal? A bribe? Or something far more sinister.. "Shh shh shh..." He cooed to the kitten before finally taking a step or two from the post he chose to lean against, in the direction of those two prior victims of his maniacal plot. Would he finally confront them


Aphotic_Sluice: Upon entering the city a sigh crossed her lips and her head lowered, silvery blond locks falling around her face. She dreaded this city more then many other places and yet at times it was inevitable to find a way here. She had been on his trail for weeks and now here they were, she kept a days distance behind and thus the reason for her entrance to the city now rather then at the same time as him. Adjusting her cloak she pulled it more around her body, the crimson fabric lashing out around her and then falling in to place. At her side a sword swung heavily and who knew what else she held against her under that cloak. Bright orbs shifted along the streets as she walked, drinking in the sights that the city had to offer. She stuck close to the buildings, pulling the hood oh her cloak up over her head slowly but surely. Pausing a little distance from the three she turned and leaned her back against the building she was closest to, watching from afar and biding her time for the moment.


Colvin_Arenios: Though a smirk had been offered, his face quickly reverted to become seemingly emotionless yet again. Some would dare say it was a trademark habit of this being, but others just interpreted it as an annoyance that complicated things more than anything else. Satire herself should be no stranger whatsoever to what was occurring, however, and he began to walk toward her because of this alone. The distance that had separated them had been immediately eradicated. Now was it that he completely ignored Scorn altogether or was he oblivious to the man's sudden proximity? It was certain that it truly did not matter to Scorn at all, but what exactly was going on. This ascended being simply addressed Satin, his tones not allowing any sort of emotion to ooze from any syllable as multicolored effulgence glazed over her alluring frame. "Far too long....Satin. Time holds no bearing for me." He finally reconnoitered the area at this time and perhaps did see Scorn...or perhaps he just ignored him altogether? If one truly knew this deity then they'd know exactly what was going on there. The entrance of another had seemingly gone unnoticed as well. Perhaps Satin had drawn in all of his attentions? "I am here simply to observe. To witness the product of some ambitious entity and benefit from whatever arises. While some might consider it mischievious....I assure you its much more entertaining than that" And there it was...the faintest smile. Would Satin remember the rarity of such a thing?


Satire_Meresankh: While watching Colvin, she remained alert and wondered a bit to the other man's presence. His footfalls, while silent, echoed in her mind as he neared. It would probably be only a matter of moments before he joined this little reunion. As the breeze passed by, a new scent found her senses but she made no move to show she was aware of yet another new comer. This was certainly turning out to be most interesting. To find Colvin after all this time in itself was odd, but to be so quickly surrounded by strangers, that was another thing entirely. As Colvin closed the space between them, her brow raised delicately. A very small laugh left escaped before she cleared her throat. " I see. Always one to benefit from something. " Her demeanor changed then, as if something from the past bothered her. And rightly so. Supressing a growl, she spoke again, though this time her words were clipped. " Indeed, be it entertainment or otherwise, you would be in the center of it. I have slumbered for a long time, tell me.. " she paused and looked away for a moment before returning her gaze to him. " Why was I awoken? You may not have called me, and I doubt you did, but I heard a call none the less. I will not deny however, that now that I am here, I am greatful. But to what purpose do you gain this..entertainment? At what cost? " Her hands came to fold before her into each other as she waited either newcomer to interject on the conversation while waiting for Colvin's answer as well.

Lord_Scorn_Darktide: Some would call him a god, some would call him a demon, and still others would call him a lord. But the truth of this matter was Scorn was nothing more than every man woman and child. Scorn was the existence of anger, the personification of their hatred and the lust that damned every one of their souls. Scorn is what he is, or as he might say.. "I am what I am." But those rare moments of peace and quiet, smooth talking and seducing would come to an end. If not at this very moment, then soon enough. It whined, it cried, it even howled... It died. Fingers, pike like didgits pierced it's neck, so close was it's severance. What a welcome result that would have been. But Scorn was resigned to it's limp hanging, the bobbing head of that kitten, the crimson stains of it's fur, the lifeless limp of it's arising form to meet his lips just before the cracking sensation of it's bones would bless the air with the snapping of it's neck. That very purpose being the freedom of it's flow. Blood, a fountain of it's liquid satiation rapidly falling 'twixt those thin, now crimson stained lips. Still his pace was not slowed, not hesitated in the least. Seconds to under a minute away from the couple.


Aphotic_Sluice: A glint of metal darted out from between those thick vermilion lips just before they clasped around it, rolling back and forth between the two. The ball lead to a bar which was placed through her tongue. A second nature movement to her as she simply watched Scorn move closer and the other two pick up their conversation. Colvin, she could smell him from here, a being of power and worn on the inside with age. She smirked and dropped her gaze for a moment before lifting it towards the only other woman, Satire. She was a lovely sight to behold, but her insides were rotten with darkness and this was an attractive trait, especially among the current company. Scorn, she knew enough about him after having followed him so far she could have sat down and written a book on his habits alone. Shifting her weight slightly she relaxed in to the stone of the wall behind her and collected her cloak within her arms and pulled it closer against her body. Many would not even turn the other cheek to look at her, but then again her clothes were dirty from travel and her face was covered. The only physical hint she gave was that oddly colored hair of hers, allowing it to peek out from the depths of her hood. In silence she watched and listened to the three..


Colvin_Arenios: Scorn's proximity had reached levels that any conscious being could simply not ignore. Nevertheless, no true acknowledgment was given to the man. Was this out of pure disrespect? Of course not. If there was one thing that this being could notice, it was the man's sudden attentions toward the duo as if there was something that needed to be done exactly at this point. The intrigue was there but no vocal recognition of it would be expressed now. His voice was simply lent over to Satin who was more than deserving of an explanation of events though he was not too keen on giving exact details. "Hmm...always driven by what could very well weaken you.." It was a blatant comment meant in retaliation to the beginnings of her response to him. There was no harsh tone but he did not deliver any dulcet ones either. "You have slept for ages and it has been deemed necessary for you to arise to once again involve yourself within the machinations of this world. I am happy to see you before me...answering the call that I have made for you." A hand was lifted and he dared move it to caress the woman's cheek...a blatant move that might have been accepted years ago. Would it be swatted down here? "Cost is irrelevant Satin....for these pawns will have to sacrifice themselves for a greater cause at one point or another" A small hmmph was emmitted after that, and his hand would return to his side, regardless of how it was moved there. The woman that had come in late did not go unnoticed but she had yet to truly make herself known and that alone warranted mild indifference for the time being. All that mattered was what stood nearby him now.


Satire_Meresankh: As the sound of snapping bones echoed lightly, she turned, looking at the man vastly approaching. Unable to help it, she laughed as the lifeless limb that dangled in his hands. " Well, that was certainly.... interesting. What did the cat ever do to you? " Her's was a teasing tone, not one of scorn or disapproval. Infact, she rather liked his style. Shaking her head she looked back to Colvin. " Guess he was a bad kitty kitty huh? " smirking, she looked back towards the man as still he continued forward, growing every closer. The other seemed content to refrain from joining just yet, and this left Satin wondering to her purpose. She assumed that in due time all would reveal itself. That was how things always seemed to play out after all. Looking to Colvin, she remembered how he use to be, which now, as she stood watching him, she noticed a few slightly changes. Shrugging the thoughts away, especially those of her sister, she forced a smile. Though that soon faded at his first reply. " Times have changed and you will find I am not the same. " : A call made for her? Somehow she had a hard time believing that one. " You have called and now I am here. But do not think for one moment that your calling me means another other than I have answered. I do not answer to you now, I did not answer to you then, and I will not in the future. " When his hand reached out to caress her cheek, she stepped back just as his flesh made contact with her own. She frowned and faced him fully now, her back to Scorn. " I am not Atra, do not touch me. " The statement coming out harshly, and her sisters name spoken in disgust.


Lord_Scorn_Darktide: That crimson encrusted tongue delivered itself to the soft, thin outline of his lips in an almost warranted serpentine carress. "Mmm..." It was heard, a response to the taste, the sensation the quenching of his thirst in the form of that feline's blood. But where were his manners? After all share and share alike. The distance was finally closed, Scorn now stood with in inches of the pair, the couple, the duo he had come to meet. and like wise the corpse of that once loving feline was enlisted towards Satire and Colvin as a sidewards step brought him nearly between the two. "Oh.. young vampiress, where are my manners. Would you like some?" Was it tempting perhapse, after all she was a creature of the night, a vampire. Asleep for ages and finally awake. Could the blood of one vagabond quench the thirst of untold years rest? And then the cats head twisted, almost wickedly from side to side from the sheer snapping of his wrist in either direction. The cats blood flooding the air, spraying those present, or perhapse they had a means of avoiding that blood, a step in either direction may, just may allow them that privilege. And only now did he begin to feeel, sense and understand the goings on, the truth of what was transpiring, not from theese two images before him but from the one behind him, her smell, her womanly scent played tomes where words and actions played volumes with in his inner being. Was he growing fond of her company? Her stalking, her infatuation with The DarkTide? For seconds to moments that may seem the case as those incendiary red eyes almost fell into lids.

Aphotic_Sluice: Sighing idly she grew tired of the random chatter between the two and then Scorn with his display of weak carnage, did he mean to impress any of them? He lacked in that area, it made her wonder where else he might lack. Smirking to herself she pushed from the wall and moved forward, actually towards them. However she kept her distance and stayed closed to the buildings. Turning she pulled the hood from her head and allowed those bright orbs to inspect each other them as she passed and kept on walking. They seemed to have bigger and better things to discuss and this left Aphotic with a short attention span when she had no idea what was going on. She was one for action more then talk as it was. Rolling just the tip of her tongue along her upper lip she slithered in to an alley and decided to wait for Scorn at a later time. When he was done with these two and on his way again..within the city or not.

Colvin_Arenios: The skeletal manipulation induced by Scorn on the pathetic morsel that had been that kitten did not spark any sort of amusement within this being at all. The fact it had tickled the attentions of Satire only made him arch a brow before the questions that were made caused his visage too lose any hint of positivity whatsoever. She continued to speak and his eyes suddenly fixated themselves with a crimson hue. The sudden burst of emotion provided by the most simplistic touch upon her form made his response all the more swift as soon as the mention of her sister came into play. "The thought of comparing you to her is worthless. She has done nothing but disillusion countless individuals into a web of utterly deteriorating deceit...To demean you by using her as a measuring tool would make the purpose of this calling that much more moot." A hmmph was once again expelled but this time it held a certain sting to it as he looked at Scorn and left him to interact with Satire quite easily. "Once you stop allowing your weakness to govern your mind, you will truly understand your erroneous assumption Satin." This deity flickered directly into the view of Aphotic who he addressed quite plainly. "There is obvious intent with your idle movements....but I fail to see anything of worth. Are you in search of someone?"


Satire_Meresankh: Turning her nose up in distaste, she looked to Scorn as he finally joined them and offered them a supple taste of his feline friend. " No thanks, it's all yours. I prefer my dinner two legged and non furry. " She looked down to the offered cat and shook her head as the blood splattered against her. " Do you mind? " she asked as the shadows that played at her feet began to twist their way up her body, wiping away the crimson droplets before returning to their frolicing. She took a step to the right, putting slight distance between the two men. Shifting her gaze, she looked to the woman who now seemed to be approaching. But instead, walked right past them only to vanish around the corner. Having only caught the woman's gaze for a fleeting moment she looked to Scorn wondering just what their connection was. When Colvin spoke, her attentions snapped back to him and her eyes narrowed. " Oh, forgive me, was I suppose to swoon at your affections? Sorry Colvin, but i'm not one of your adoring fans. Just tell me what you want, so I can go on my merry way." It was obvious she was irritated, perhaps it was because he had struck a bit too close to the truth. As he began to walk away she looked to Scorn in question. Did he too have some snide remark against her? She'd already been insulted, irritated and now left with a man who liked to eat kittens. She'd been awake but a short time and already she wished she had ignored the call.

Aphotic_Sluice: Coming to pause half way in the alley she turned and stared directly at Colvin, a ring of crimson rolling around her iris’ as she inspected his face for just a moment and then moved forward and in to the dim light of the street. Holding her arms over her chest she smirked and shook her head, “In search? No..I’ve been keeping up rather. And what business is it of yours sir? None..so hold your tongue and keep your attentions on the matters at hand. Do not strike at me because you have been rejected.†Glancing towards Satire she spoke of the moment between them before Scorn drew her attentions away. Snickering under her breath Aphotic inhaled gently and glanced down the side of the street again knowing Colvin would hold some lash out for her now more then ever. She was the youngest one present and yet had bigger balls then both men accounted for, this is what happens when you rule men day and night in battle.


Lord_Scorn_Darktide: "Another time then." Those words held so much yet were cast in such a small volume. Three little words that meant far more than any mortal or immortal alike could comprehend. A promise was a promise. And Scorn broke every one of them, but would he break this one? That stare, deviant iri' glistening with incendic red bore devastatingly past the surface, wripped apart any consensus of moral likings and taste. Scorn had spoken and this woman, like so many others found herself on the wrong end of the coldest stare known to man. The kitten was dropped at her feet. Simple as that before Scorn turned and began his slow descent down the street towards the very same corner his stalker had turned. Sniffing, breathing and feeling. The air was alive with her aroma. That erotic sensation of woman filtered his insanity. The beast with in was un-quenched. Quelled until now The DarkTide scratched to the surface, each step a harmonizing impact of things to come, from the slow paced stead of a quiet walk to the hastened stead of pale flesh radiated with red. Ooze constricted rashes destroyed the pavement, foot falls imprinting neigh a foot wide cracked whilst the simple swipe of one hand gutted the corner of a building, Satire if she watched his retreat would bear witness to such an event. And yet even so when he saw his salvation, his stalker, this woman of mysterious infatuation he slowed, heart pounding to quell, retreat the savagaery of lust into the temptation of mortal sin. The pale flesh retreated, the rashes gone, the cold insanity of his stare warmed into the calculating frenzy of a womanizer. HIS Aphotic was near. And COLVIN! was with her! Panting, shoulders rising, lowering, his form slouching, standing, crouching. His breath heavy, distant horrid. How it traveled, spanned the distance of this narrow street directly towards the pair. His hideous stench of sulphuric death, almost toxic in liquified air assaulting their presence. Colvin was with HIS APHOTIC!
 
Treiya did not fear the power that emanated from Sole. For years, she had traveled at his calling, often arriving just in time to bear witness to the final breaths of those who would dare to cross him. With an unwavering eye, she watched him slowly approach, caution her first choice. Briefly, she debated whether or not it was best to inform Sole of the goings-on since his "death." Of course, she could never utter an outright falsehood to Sole. She had taken a vow of fealty, if such a thing could be called that. All about Treiya was dark, dangerous, but alas, no matter how immoral her actions, she was honest, at least with her betters.

She refused to approach Sole. Such an action would be considered overstepping her bounds. After all, it was quite possible that in a head to head battle he would destroy her and not think twice. Treiya had very little trust for those she knew, even less for those who suddenly appeared in her world, some inane "quest" in mind. She had trusted only one other Darklor and even then with some doubt to his true sincerity. And now, he was gone, scattered amongst the wind like so much dust. She had no idea where he now resided. With the "death" of Sole, the Darklors had each gone his or her own way, a few crossing paths now and then, but ultimately, as a whole, disbanded by the Darklor leaders when it was announced that there would be no search. Others, like herself, still sought Sole, despite the firm belief that he no longer existed. And still others, yet, had more than likely fallen to some random opponents throughout time.

Trieya glanced down, booted foot toeing at the floor of the throne room. Arms crossed over her chest in a protective manner as her inner debate continued. How much to reveal? All? Nothing? She was never any good at insubordination. Her actions could be interpreted as almost shy by some, but Trieya knew that deep within, she was more or less shell shocked. Despite her unending quest to find Sole, she hadn't expected to find him. Not truly. And such a discovery was calling forth emotions, those most despised things that caused such weakness of spirit and mind.

It wasn't to be helped. She supposed she must reveal all. Uncertainy still plagued her. She lifted her head to meet the gaze that waited for an answer. With a soft sigh, she told him all she knew, "We recieved rumors that you were killed. By the Pendragons no less. I could hardly coutenance the idea that such weak creatures were able to accomplish such a feat, and it appears I was correct. It was said that, a few years past, the last time I saw you and then was dismissed from your presence, the Pendragons collectively pooled their power and obliterated you. It was supposedly done in retribution for your hand in the death of one of their own, Terra."

After this short speech, she shrugged slightly. She already had a vague idea of what Sole would do in return for such slander. She smiled slightly, anticipation once again filling her. It would soon be time to play. One question nagged her however, and despite the fact that it could be viewed as disrespectful, she had to know. Head tilted slightly to her right, an expression of innocent inquiry lighting her face, she asked in a manner reminicent of friends, "Why have you been hiding away here?"
 
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Forth from the Void once more

Eyes opened for the first time in decades, only to register utter and complete blackness. The Void. Stretching arms that had never been moved he could feel fresh muscles tight with tension beneath new flesh. A familar sensation crossed his face as thin lips curled into a maniac's smile. Despite the darkness around him that seemed to outstretch beyond the limit of his senses he could see his nude figure, and it was a form that bore him no memory, a stranger, a mere avatar from which he was capable of leaving the Voidal bounds and moving among the mortal realms.

Chaos Rathma pulled himself from his long rest, ebony orbs looking out over the shadows around him as if they could pierce the viel. Bringing a boney fist to his chest he watched as the mortal fingers before him strained until they were white at the knuckles finger nails digging into the soft flesh of his palm. A dark ink like fluid dripped down his arm like tiny serpents tangling around his pallid flesh. A voice that he could recall from history rang out in his senses a low tone, filled with hatred..."Born again."

 
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Aphotic produced probably the worst response you could ever get from this deity after her forward comments....complete silence. The crimson gaze practically burned out of those ocular sockets and then he simply flickered out of the near vicinity of this area. It was truly pitiful in his opinion, to have offered a calling only to have it received so poorly by a woman he could not say that he ever regretted meeting. His response was offered faintly through the wafting wind that suddenly swept through the specific area...audible but only to the specific ears of Satin. "Feel free to continue on your...tch...merry way Satin. My only adamant desire had been fulfilled with your sudden appearance here. Enjoy your reawakening alone if you wish....for it seems that the past has gripped rather harshly upon your heart" He didn't hide his presence nor did he attempt to magnify it as if he expected her to follow him. He sat now in what seemed like a central square, the multitude of fools severely dwindling as night would decide to veil the putrid, festering masses. If any others wished to answer his call, then so be it. Perhaps more than simple nonsense would result because of it.
 
A call was made..and thus answered by many different varieties of beings. It was unsure of who exactly Colvin had made such a call for, perhaps it was Satire alone and thus it was at an end and he expected nothing more. Yet, a call was made, and thus answered..

Any stars that might have twinkled in the sky, any moon that might have offered a shed of light, all would grow dim suddenly. In a wave of Darkness she came, traveling from the womb, Mother Darkness, herself, to be here. Bare feet struck the ground, a nude physique outlined in an array of Darkness. Ebony locks fell around bare shoulders, a huge contrast against the paled skin. Her eyes were solid orbs of ebony, no white as most beings had. Perhaps it was a clue to how dark she really was, they say that eyes are the gateways to the soul.

Suddenly from every pour on her body tendrils emerged, curling around her and offering a covering against her skin, such sights were not meant for all prying eyes. Around her neck a medallion of sorts swayed, yet it also was covered along with the rest of her body. Only a keen eye and one who knew of Darkness would realize what such a necklace actually was. The tendrils that had emerged from her skin solidified against her, forming a cloak as covering and doing a rather good job, Syn was not one to flaunt such mortal desires. Lowering her chin slightly she allowed her orbs to adjust to the world around her, it had been some time since she had last stepped foot within the realm of Ayenee, and actually she was not that happy to be back.

However word had reached her, nay, the call had, and she was once again delivered on to this realm, a being of Darkness. She was still a tiny woman, no taller then 5’4 and slender under the cloak she wore. Pulling the fabric tighter against her, vermilion lips pressing together and a sigh pressed out of her nose. As she neared the center of the City she ignored the eyes that watched her, beings backing away at the very aura she released. A look of annoyance spread on her face and yet held her silence, her path set for the source of this call. She knew his presence right away, it was unmistakable.

Swaying with her steps she made the same movements every mortal made, however she was beyond many mortals. She moved with such a grace that any feline would be put to shame. Lowering her chin and allowing those pools of onyx to dart from one side of the street to another, noting each that was closest to her, her senses however reaching out far beyond that. She was a stunning woman, like many of Ayenee, however unlike them she kept herself well covered and unwilling to do much else. Emotion strayed from her face and it was kept that way, she was no longer a petty being full of mortal emotions she was a shell of what past acquaintances might have known.

Coming to a halt just a few steps from the small gathering on people it was Colvin that she set her sights on first. Folding her hand within the depths of the sleeves of her cloak a vicious smirk traced along her lips, this action meant for him alone. The smirk then faded as she turned her attention to Satire, a mere brow arching as she glanced down towards the shadows that played at this womans feet. What a cute display of power, it made her want to laugh out. It was Scorns turn next; she paused on him for a long moment. She knew him before he even gave her the time of day. He was a Lord of old and thus respect was given but not yet earned. She held no fear, no dire need to speak to him, and thus she held her stance and offered a uncaring glance in the direction of Aphotic, a young demon who had yet to be put in her place. Moving forward and closer towards Colvin she allowed another smirk to grace those breath taking features of hers. Her lips then parted and her tongue delievered the first words she had spoken in some time. Her tone was laced with an intoxicating sound, the voice of a Goddess and many called her such. “Colvin..your temper gets the better of you.” Snickering suddenly she glanced again towards Satire. “Another woman that holds a piece of that tainted heart within your breast..” Her brow remained arched as she made assumptions, clearly toying with both of them. Lady Darkness, the Goddess of Darkness, she had many names, but Synful she enjoyed most. Here she was, her presence now known within this god forsaken realm once more. Would it be worth it in the end? She doubted as much..but never the less..she had answered this call.
 
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Sole stood sternly awaiting the answer from Treiya, eyes glaring at her small slender form. His body emitting surges of energy, crackling sparks of energy brightly showing against the now dark tinted aura. The spinestream slowly beginning to regain it's strength as his body slowly began to draw from the energy around him. "Killed?" a slight smirk escaped from his form, still unseen as the darkness of the hood concealed it from eyes view. " and by the Pendragons no less? " he added as his cold raspy voice slithered out. " Such fools to speak of lies, considering they hired and allowed it to happen.. ".

His form turned away from Treiya, a mistake perhaps? Never, Treiya could not ever dare to strike Sole, and even if she would, or anyone would, it would be a deadly decision. He slowly paced towards the wall left of his form, headed toward his 2 Diamond Edged Katana's, and his Diamond Edged 8ft Staff.. both gifts from the Lich, Lim-Dul. " My demise will come from someone of greater power, not a clan of Dragon changing freaks." He added as he reached for the blades. " As for me hiding? " He chuckled. " I have been here in meditation, away from the chaos which has come to my home after the passing of my mother"

He finally grabbed both blades and his staff, form turning to face Treiya.. " Now.." he said after a quick swirl of his staff.. " Time to return to Ayenee, and bring forth my wrath.." he added as he stepped toward her once more " Find the Pendragons, warn them of my coming, and inform them that they're lies have reached me, and it's time to pay.. " a glimmer emitting from his eyes and a stronger, flux of power.
 
Deep within the confines of the Citadel of Retribution, a being sat upon the throne, his form illuminated only by the pale moonlight filtering in through the ceiling above. The figure appeared to be that of a young warrior, his body covered in a reddish brown armor with a collar coming up just past his lips. His head was downcast, and his eyes were closed as they had been for some time now, leaving only the short cut mess of red hair as his only discernable feature. Next to him, a rather large and brutal looking sword stood as if balanced perfectly with only the tip of the blade barely touching the ground. Before him sat a young eyeless girl who seemed to stare intently at an orb in her lap. This was not his only companion within the decaying halls of Retributions former stronghold in ayenee. Indeed there were many other creatures silently roaming about the darkened corridors. It had been quite some time since any of the other Valheru had entered the Citadel, leaving only Forge and those taken in his conquests to further his fathers agenda.

As the power of the call reached the Citadel, the silence was broken and concerned whispers echoed throughout the halls. The others, curious about the nature of such power questioned one another. Within the throne room however, Forge was unmoved as though the power had not reached him or was beneath his notice. He could hear the shuffling of the others outside the throne room, wondering if their master would fill them in but none were daring enough to actually enter the room. It wasn't long until the girl looked up from her scrying orb, her eyeless sockets focusing on the being before her. In a quiet voice she spoke two words which instantly muted the whispers outside, "He awakens". For the first time in what seemed like an eternity Forge moved, his head lifting to meet the girls gaze, the inky black pools that made up his own eyes rippled slightly. but why? he wondered as he stared at her, what would have given him reason to assume mortal form and return? Was it the power that had caused such a commotion before? Was it really so strong to raise the interest of a being such as Chaos? The answers to his questions mattered little, if indeed his father had awoken, it would not be long before he arrived within the mortal realm.

Slowly the man stood, his right hand reaching over to grasp the handle of his sword. Swinging it around behind him, his armor shifted and revealed a set of chains that wrapped around the blade, holding it in place. Stepping from the throne, he looks down upon the young girls form and spoke, "Then we will prepare for his arrival." His words echoing throughout the Citadel, chilling the very souls of the creatures dwelling there.
 
Twitched, a simple toe moved in cohesiveness with another during the grind of his heel. Crushing pavement, leveling the once grouted concrete into a foot wide fissure with in a random alley of Ayenee Capital City. "Tasteless insect." Rasped, low, neigh silent with a deapth that carried on miles. "False entities feigning power! IGNORANCE IN MY MULTIVERSE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!" It has begun, The DarkTides wrath unleashed, how convenient for Colvin to retreat.

They came from....everywhere. From every corner, from every sewer, from every doorway with in the first city block of Ayenee Capital City. Zombie like in nature, eyes as shallow, as dead as their buried counter parts. Flesh consumed in pale monotones, and as they all appeared dead in unison, they to cried in unison. "DarkTide...DarkTide...DarkTide.." The alley, flooded, the streets flooded, the city flooded with the walking corpses of the none to dead, they were manes. The lowest form of intelligence known to exist with in the abyssal regions. Souls of punished man doomed to forever fester in sores and feed from the bones of humanity, they were here. Aphotic, and Satire, they were not chosen this day this city would be his mark but how safe were they? This city was at his frenzy, at his rage, and perhapse at his mercy. "I WILL NOT BE IGNORED!"

Those words, that screaming vocabulary became as solid as the corpses which surrounded him, burying him with in a sea of living drones. Yet his words sought the complete opposite of life. They were a beacon of impending doom, as from the downcast sky above his rage sparked apon new grounds for territory. With the closing of his hands the finger of god itself struck it's pact against a dish resting 'pon the outskirts of a building. Destruction would not be it's forte, no, not today. Communication, publicity, entertainment. His extasy, his presence, his desire to grow abroad. Circuitry, telecommunications and frequency alike were cast to his bidding, the world would bare witness to this coming of age, every radio became his , every television became his, and every telephone became his.

Crazed, those eyes syphoned between extasy and rage, Aphotic never, never lost that maniacal gleam. And surprisingly she was ignored, ignored by the festering manes that scrawled about her feet, that leapt through windows, wripped through doors, attacked anything and everything that moved, breathed or remained still. Everyone but Aphotic and Synful Darkness, but what about Satire...? Was she safe, was she truly safe from theese demented creatures, did she really want to find out, yet the creatures were just beginning their tread into the city, how far would they go, how far would they make it before retaliation was met, if retaliation was met?

"DESTROY IT, DESTROY IT ALL. TODAY I CAST THE FIRST STONE, TODAY I BEGIN MY WAR, TODAY AYENEE WILL REMEMBER IT'S PAST AND MEET IT'S FUTURE!" Symbolically his moon met with the earth, his crescent blistering, scorching the atmosphere as Scorn finally made his way towards Synful Darkness, but much like Aphotic had did to him, he merely walked past this woman with little more than a wink, this creature whom the manes, those pathetic drones did little to nothing too. A brush here and there, a scraping claw, nothing much.

But Aphotic was another story in it's entirety, like god unto theese creatures they parted their swath in a direct line leading from him to Aphotic, she had nowhere to go, atleast visibley but towards Scorn or remain as is. A woman in a sea of demonic midgets, and their master? Why he was walking towards her, this woman if only to narrow space into nothingness, face to face with the devil himself. His offering? A hand, his hand unto the bottom of her chin, as if intentions were escalated into only raising her eyes to meet his. "Don't mourne for them, it's a good day to die... Their sacrifice shall imprint our name into history, into eternity... We will never be forgotten again." Ried Shas' warning was answered. Something far more destructive had come to Ayenee, and it was The DarkTide.
 
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With a soft shake of her head at Colvin's words she sighed. Why was this so difficult? Upon seeing him, she had hoped things would have gone better, less.. argumentative. But alas, he was right. Seeing him had brought back the past she had laid to rest so long ago. This she couldn't allow to rule her. " Alright, Colvin, we'll do things your way. " She spoke to noone but herself.

Her gaze drifted to Synful as she joined the fray and returned the amused look she had received. With nothing but a simple nod of her head to acknowledge she had heard her, Satin turned. There was no reason for her to be here. Colvin had done a disappearing act, and she cared little for the others or what they thought of her. She was here for one reason, and that was the Calling. Colvin called, she'd answered. It was rather petty to allow the past to rule ones emotions, she of all people knew this.

Silent steps began to tae her away from the small group, only to come up short as she felt a shift in the area. Turning slowly she looked to Scorn in question. As his minions surrounded him, she watched them move about, ignoring the two women and as they surrounded her, she remained unmoved. Silently watching them for a moment before looking to Scorn.

What did he want from her? Would his pets cause her problem or simply ignore her as they had the others? She wondered where Colvin was and how she would make up her actions, but that was pushed aside as she was surrounded by these walking zombies. She kept her gaze on Scorn, no emotion on her features to show fear or otherwise. Slowly her lips curled into a smile as she simply waited. He could do his worst now, or leave that for another day.
 
He truly had no time to waste on cretins and whelps within this pitiful cache of vices and idiocy. The capital city was known for its prostitution into a world of mediocrity and worthlessness. Yet, now, the beings that had previously left this city to its own slow and calculated demise now sought to take it and mold it into their own special concoction. This ascended being was beyond such desires, though that did not mean he did not enjoy every single calculated second of the event that was soon to take place. Beings were being reawakened, others were answering his specific calling. He was not randomly choosing or attempting to communicate with whoever had crossed his path before. Those that had come held so much worth in his eyes, whether he truly evinced such or not. Now standing in the midst of the filthy multitude, the sudden obtenebration around him immediately caught his attention. Darkness, while indirectly linked to chaos itself, was a different ideal all on its own. Had he expected the woman that came right at this moment. No, but yet again he was caught by surprise.

None of it was ever evident, however. Emotions were indeed better left for use in other areas. The chaos they provided was exquisite but not for this situation at all. There was a certain attraction he held toward Synful at this moment, but what it was could be interpreted into so many things. The lack of emotion had been evident despite the smirk offered to him and the words that now attempted to tease when all they did was allow her dulcet voice to slide right through his ears. He would address Synful first, no matter who else had decided to come or follow him, the sudden conjuring of spontaneous drones only making him smirk at this time. He could only assume who created these midget-like beings but the addition of these masses only served to entertain this avatar of chaos much more. Tempered flesh glistened despite the fact that light cowered away from the woman before him.

He stood just a foot away from her and then began to speak. "This wretched organ is nothing but a disservice to the filth that resides within these planes. I govern its palpitations and few have managed to find a home within it.....very few" He glanced over to Satire himself and then over to Synful yet again. "Welcome back to the garbage that is the capitol city Synful...." Not many understood the way this deity thought, but how can those who did not understand the vast possibilities that chaos could provide ever pretend to? A chaotically infused mortal husk was all that stood before them, crackling with insane power even as the beings that had been suddenly summoned caught sight of him and held no qualms attempting to mar this mortal husk of his. Any attempt on their part would be thwarted viciously by some unknown force. Any forward attempt against his body would be met with a repelling force that would continuously knock them back. He was not far from Satin at all now as it seems he had returned to properly acknowledge Synful and welcome her back.

Given this, it put him directly in the sights of Scorn yet again as well as Aphotic. What Scorn assumed about this ascended being meant nothing, and Colvin himself had no true opinion or bias when it came to the Lord either. Everyone within this area benefited him in one way or another. He fed off of every manipulation....every creation....every breath. His return to this spot made it obvious that Scorn seemed to hold some sort of favoritism for Synful and Aphotic. Satire was still well within his range of vision but all he offered was a brief glance. Shadows danced in her favor but darkness bent in reverence to Synful, chaos ran rampant within this ascended being, and brewing destruction ebbed off of the Lord within his slew of minions. It might have seemed that such a meeting was slated perfectly for this moment, but they all held their own purpose here. Colvin, himself, would not choose any side. Perhaps calling these beings had turned into nothing more than a purposeless desire of this deity to once again be reunited with people who no doubt held purpose at one point. What could become of this reunion? One look at Synful and then Satin....and for once this deity had come up with a sinister idea.....
 
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(OOC note, I am going to post as both Aphotic and Syn in this post)


Synful Darkness

Chaos erupted around her and yet Synful was unaffected by it all. Her arms remained held together within the sleeves of her cloak and her eyes merely shifted to watch as the babbling minions scuffled about to do their masters bidding. Her eyes met Scorn for a long moment, a sudden look of annoyance crossing her face the moment one of them dared to touch her. A Tendril of True Darkness snapped from behind her, coming from a few pours on her back and seeping out of her cloak. It lashed out and towards the minion that had brushed against her, curling around her neck and offering the most bitter sweet of embraces. In seconds it lashed back and severed the head from the body, leaving the tongue to loll out and the body to take a few more steps before falling and ending its existence. The Tendrils slithered back and brushed against Syn, her eyes still set on Scorn. She was disgusted with the poor display of power. What did he want to prove? That the dead could be called at will? A parlor trick that she found less then amusing. And the disgusting creatures had touched her..

However he was quickly forgotten and her annoyance faded, most of it taken out on the poor being that now twitched and begun to release the last of its life through various holes. Stepping further away from it Synful came closer to Colvin. Another stray glance offered towards Satire. “Leaving so soon lovely? But the fun has just begun..†Chuckling under her breath she shook a few tresses from her eyes and turned her attention to Colvin, they knew each other better then most and yet it was a silent recognition between them. It seemed that they could go decades without speaking and understand just what the other meant. A bond between such beings was rare, usually their kind fought for power but each of them had their share and it was more then enough. A fight between these two would be more then just entertainment. Perhaps the entire realm would fall as each of them did.

Her arm twitched slightly and suddenly she glanced off towards the north, whispers catching in her ear, a soft promise of things to come. Had she heard that name correctly? Was such a being actually moving within another realm, destined to come here? She shifted her weight and studied the dimmed sky for a moment before looking back towards Colvin, her face clearly one of concern but only for a moment. It was still too early to worry about things such as that. If he came, he came the God of the Void was the only one who could make such decisions. “So lovely to see you Colvin, pity we had to meet here..in such..filth..†Glancing around she moved slightly to the side in order to avoid another minion as it wandered by brainlessly, her eyes once again casting to Scorn. Such mortal emotions for a man known for power. Sad really, but then again she knew the hurt and shared in the feelings long ago.

Aphotic Sluice

Blinking idly she watched Colvin for a moment as he stared at her in bitter silence. Her skin crawled and she shifted her weight, folding her arms and looking at the ground as if she were a child that had just been scolded. He was gone by the time she looked up however, and in his place Scorn stood with eyes of fury. Inspecting his face a smirk crossed her lips and then she bit down on the lower one in attempts to hide the action. It was clear that he was jealous to some degree, even though there was no need for any of it.

It was sudden that the being came, slithering from every pour that the city held. Aphotic was left pinned between Scorn and the wall, space between them yes but a minion on either side. She had no escape, and yet she remained calm. If he has wanted her dead, he would not have used such brainless beings to do it, he would have slaughtered her himself. Instead he moved to prove a point and all Aphotic could do was snicker under her breath. A strange was to win the affections of a woman.

Lolling her tongue out along the flesh of her lips she moved forward and towards him, her movements were strong and defiant, showing she was not about to submit, perhaps she would entice and see how far she could push all of this. Grinning openly she shook her head and sighed through her teeth. “Scorn…my darling Scorn..Why such an outrage? You could have simply taken me to dinner and avoided all of this.†Chuckling again she toyed with him still, her eyes drawn to his, the ring of crimson returning to each iris. She was a brave little woman, and how he would react she thought she knew. He had affections for her already, he wouldn’t want to spill her blood, not in anger anyways.
 
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