Thread: Corruption (One Lost Soul x MellowYellow)

Proof? She did her best to look offended as though she hadn't had every reason to expect him not to taker her at her word, Why Aleph, don't you trust me? That faded with a roll of the eyes and a light, airy laugh. By now she'd come just close enough that she was able to reach out and just barely graze one sleeve of his outfit. It was testing very unsure waters for her. After all, she didn't know how he might react, but she needed to get -- closer, for her plan to work after all. With her other hand, a snap of the finger brought a moment of flashing pale green light on her palm. It shifted and moved as it slowly began to take shape and a different color. The object that came to be floating just an inch above her open palm looked like a pair of crosses, one inverted, and secured to the other by a half-inch thick metal band of some sort of a contrasting black to the crosses white. Across it were etched gold symbols from a language that not even Caranifer herself had recognized when she'd found it. With the help of her magic it looked just like the real thing that she had in her possession. In all it was an inch thick, and a foot tall in total, with the arms of the crosses extending out an additional four inches out. Should Aleph try to grab it, he would see it was only an image. After all, if he discovered the true nature of it before agreeing to her plans then she didn't want to risk him taking it from her. Not even a fallen hero could so readily accept so many lives taken without -- persuasion. This. She said simply. She stayed silent a moment, letting him watch the image before him, and voice any questions or skepticism at first. Your Mister Majesty found it back when he was still working on that base little theory of his. The Death Monarch thought it only a pretty trinket, but couldn't pawn it off for anything. When he tried to get smart with me? Well, I took it. In trade for not blowing him into atomic dust. She had a satisfied smile. Nobody knows exactly where it came from. The peoples that made it disappeared long before even my people took to the stars, but its the operating proof of the existence of parallel worlds. And the key to getting to them. Another airy laugh, Can you imagine it, Aleph? A way to go back in time to anywhere - any when you wanted. She closed her hand, the image disappearing, and with one resting on his arm she began one slow step at a time to circle around him as she had before. A world where your best are lived again. And now as she circled him again she came very close. So close that, with one arm coming to wrap around his own, her chest pressed close to his, and her free arm motioning out as if towards the sky. Looking up at him, cat-like grin on her face, and she looked up to him with sparkling hazel eyes. Out there. You remember all those posing heroes? The ones who drove you from your own planet? Could you imagine the power of the Brigade coming back? You would be the envy of kings and rulers. You would have a world answering to you, Aleph. Your. World. Then that hand was placed ever so gingerly, fingertips only on his chest, Our world. If you agree to work with me.