Thread: Within A Curse ( High Fantasy / BDSM )  (Pazzo x Ironic)

Studying him, she knew well that he was more than pissed at the situation. Being angry wasn't going to change his outcome regardless if he liked it or not, and it seemed he definitely did not like it. His jaw was locked, tightening with frustration and anger, his muscles tensed - he didn't want nothing to do with her, but she couldn't say the same to herself for him... Her eyes grew wide, the tower in her palm was sparking, yet didn't burn her hand despite the bright red hue the sparks were giving off. Her agents hovered above her, and she cocked an eyebrow, shaking her head at their failed attempt at retrieving him themselves. They still obeyed her, and she couldn't stay made at them. Regardless of being a demon, she was not the cruelest, but she could get cruel if need be. Her eyes drifted over to the rod on his belt that he soon grasped into his palm. She knew what that was, ah yes, the Azure rod. Any demon would know well that the rod belonged to the Goddess of Fate until she had it awfully stolen from a trusted demon, Drhalatoth. She knew this demon well and fought by his side for many years, until something clicked into him to decide that they were not good enough for him. Instead, he took it upon himself and figured it would be best for him to wander off and serve for the dark Prince of Lies. One of her job requests was to find Drhalatoth herself and to settle things with him, but his scent faded away, more than likely the Prince did this himself. It was shameful to the demons that he would even betray them like that. How did Arch have it? If MJ decided to look into his mind, he would sense it and know. The drawbacks to her mind was that no one could read her own thoughts, but if she tried to read other's, they knew. She could still get the information she wanted, but there was no way to be stealthy about it. Shaking her head slightly, she came to her senses and payed attention to what was going on now. She will get her way sooner or later on the questions that began to gnaw at her. She didn't stop Arch from his thoughts, watching carefully of what he might do next. Always, she stayed prepared in case worse came to it, but she always gave the benefit of the doubt in certain situations. This was an exception. At first it caught her off guard as her agents came tumbling down to the ground at such a speed, making her bat-like wings extend out, a natural reflex of hers if she sensed danger. Unexpectedly, Arch stopped the speed, and set them down easily on their feet. Mirajane almost felt foolish for reacting so quickly, but instead she did not say a word and tucked her wings back delicately. She wondered what made him choose to stop his violent actions, but she kind enough to not probe into his thoughts. You definitely do have quite the magic touch. You've done good with your studies... She giggled. Zeke was furious, and if it were possible steam would be coming from his ears. His mouth opened, about to say something, but immediately Mirajane put a hand up in protest. She glared at him, not even having to speak a word. Instantly he stood up straight and stormed away, the others closely following behind. Zeke had a bad temper, but made sure to shut the hell up if MJ was around, even if he wanted to chew the dumb ass wizard out. Now it was just the two of them in the room alone. He struggled terribly at his anger, leaving her to watch as he battles with himself. This was amusing, but she still found no sympathy for him, at least not until she knew if he was bluffing or not. Mirajane was getting angry now. He talked as if he had the power in his hands, as if he was in control. Did he even know who he was back talking to? You shouldn't be talking like that, fool. She growled, her eyes instantly glazing over in a dull bloody red. This is my territory. You have committed a crime in the eyes of Fate, and you will be punished so. She walked towards him, her claws clenched at each of her sides, her knuckles turning white from the force she had. Firstly, if you wanted my agents dead, you would of done it, not bragging about how you WOULD of. I call bullshit. Her face was just inches away from his, her eyes piercing and threatening. Her anger began to consume her, but she managed to stay calm. A skill she worked on for many years. Instead, a small crack on the right side of her face could be seen. This only happened when she grew furious. Secondly, I do not have the power to take the curse off of you. I cannot. I cannot reconsider it. There is no way possible. Suck it up and deal with the consequences you got yourself into. Her voice began to grow deeper, yet still held the feminine quality. His eyes glistened for a moment. Was that a... tear? Oh, this only made MJ smile with delight. She was getting to him, unless again it was all a big joke. She hated liars and those who led things on. They deserved to be punished by her hands. Luckily for her, this was her toy to play with for a long time. I dare you to kill me, I'd like to see you try. Her claws gripped at his shoulders, her eyes not even thinking about taking their stare off from his own eyes. Quickly, she pinned him against the wall, not hurting him but instead in a warning. You will regret it. I can guarantee that for you. Now, be a good boy and allow me to look inside of your mind.