Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

He had trapped her. Trapped her in such a way that for once, Raelynn could not escape, not without losing something. She was someone who hated loss, who despised losers, and laughed at surrenderers. She thought she would have went down fighting until the end, until the very last breath of hers was crushed from her body, and that would be the end of it. Instead, Raelynn was pushed into a situation where she had two choices, and one of them was laughably better than the other. She wasn't stupid. Raelynn knew which one would be better, but that didn't make it any sweeter on her tongue. She loathed to admit, but the demon was telling the truth. It had taken the combined force of all 6 of them to bring down Deathwing among so many other demons, and when he mentioned having to literally patch herself back together, it triggered the memory. Demons inherently were tempters, attracting and seducing everything they could, and the resounding thought that she brought away from that particular battle and even at the end of it all that Deathwing was the most attractive that she had judged among all the demons. But that was in jest, a thought that she never figured she would return to... Until now. Still, Raelynn would not bow. But she could not tell him her secret by this point, she was grasping at desperation, and a part of her whispered that maybe she could bluff him into thinking that he could get her way with her and strike him down before he could push himself inside of her. Maybe, but that was the best she had now. Effectively, Deathwing had muted Raelynn for a moment, and even as her eyes naturally drew down the angular muscular shape of his body, she swallowed hard and tried to keep her gaze away from the sinful place between his legs that she had been fancifully wondering just a few moments ago. But the thought of being pushed around, letting those other lesser beings take her - now that was a frightening thought. Deathwing was fine, she judged him attractive enough, but no one else in this hellish place. So Raelynn clung to her ill-made plan and calmed herself as she slowly drew Sappros from her sheath. The sword made a dangerous hissing sound as she held it, not readied to strike out, but as if to strike a pose with it held between both hands with the tip biting deep between the stone of the hall, making her lithe body lean forward slightly to brace herself on the comfort of her steel companion. She couldn't let any semblance of fear creep through her expression or voice, keeping herself as leveled as possible. ... I put down Sappros here and now, and you will swear that I will not be placed at the mercy or touch of anyone else in this hellhole besides you. I was sacrificed to you , not your 'staff', she replied evenly without letting a single emotion slip past, giving her best shot at trying to make these sorts of deals - everyone warned that deals with demons never ended well for the mortals. But that was all she had now to safeguard herself. Swear to the gods, to your unholy fallen master, to the earth. If you break this oath, you know what will happen to you, she continued to subtly threaten him, knowing that he was aware of the power of an oath that swore to this much power - not even a demon lord like him could escape the agony that a traitor would bear. I can't promise I'll be obedient because I'm simply not . But you'll have Sappros and I'll be... Attractive for... You , she forced out the last part, each word sounding more and more disgusting than the last enough that she felt her gut tightening, tensing, as Raelynn looked upwards, locking her eyes to the demon's fiery gaze. She was no oath breaker after all, and keeping herself attractive was something she would very much like to keep doing.