Thread: Hidden Treasures - Rainclouds X ForeverMischievous

RE Hidden Troubles - Rainclouds X ForeverMischievous Geargh! This... Is driving me insane! We were -not- created for this! Laying in wait. A deep eternal wait, for the lack of Succubus' to better.. It isn't going to get better, before those... Idiotic Lords, get's their wits together, and actually start looking for the remaining Succubus'.. Their all talk.. No actions. The tall furious masculine figure, slammed the back of his hand against a helpless chair, that was swung through the room by the sheer force applied. He then continued his frustrated walk, back and forth in the large room he was in. A slim, yet athletic man he was, with all the features of his race. To be a perfect predator of lust. Impossible to resist, when ever his temper was in order. The only distinct feature about the man, other then the perfection of his frame, was the large, wide wings, currently curled upon his back. Like that you should not speak of them, Master. Ears.. Eyes. Fingers. Everywhere. A scurried character spoke from the shadows. This frame would be a tall man as well, had it not been for his curled back, bent knees and long arms. It's hands dragged against the floor, due to this distinct feature, as he limped closer to his Master. The creature was a bright red, and carried wings like his Master upon his large shoulders, but of a far less impressive image. Silence, you little wretch! Scurry back to the corner, from which you came! The frustrated Incubus growled, with a wave towards his servant. Yes, Master. The creature murmured, bowing it's head, as it turned around. This caused the tall man to sigh, raising a hand to itch his eyes with a groan. No.. No, Aygall. No. I apologize my theatrical dismay. It is not you, who deserve my anger. The man groaned, turning his eyes towards the Imp. Maybe a hunt would lighten me up, hm? He suggested, chuckling a single time, before turning towards a large mirror, at the end of the room. Go to the pit, Aygall. See to it, that the Hounds is fed. I'll be hunting tonight. He said, waving his hand a single time, causing the mirror to turn into a living image of a twisting hurricane. The Incubus sighed, and walked into the mirror, causing him to disintegrate and vanish. He didn't need to search far and wide. His portal always sought things of his taste. Fear. Dismay. And above all else Loneliness. These where the emotions, of the purest pray. That which carried the most fruit. The better taste. And the portal, had certainly provided. The well of emotions, mixed with energies, was overwhelming. Which was strange. This part of a town, wasn't his most usual hunting grounds. Usually it was in the slums of towns. Where the burden of wealth and homelessness carried heavy on the women around. This was a place of prosperity. But there was one strong source. A perfect catch. And so, he made his way towards Freya's house. Shadows shaped upon the wide bed. A very distinct shadow, compared with the usual shadow of a cloud. A tall black shadow, the shape of a man. But large wings flapped free of the man's back, as the curtains, blocking some of the view into the large room, was pushed aside. As if a wind swooped through the room, Frey'as hair even feeling the warm breeze. The man now staring into the room, upon the sleeping victim, was Vergal Aeren. One of the his kinds eldest. But that did not show upon his features. A wide smirk now spread upon his lips, his arms crossed over his chest, with his fingers curved as if a Raven's claws. A low hum, sent a silent chuckle through Freya's room, as Vergal's right hand slowly pushed forward, opening the balcony door entirely, allowing him passage inside the room. In the shadow of the moon light, his palish skin, that wasn't naturally extremely white, shine almost unrealistically. How slowly approached the bed, his arms relaxing down his sides, as he gazed down upon the sleeping frame. So much pain. So much grief. The things your kind must face. It is no wonder, you give into the temptation of Demons so easily. He whispered, inedibly for Freya, as a smirk crossed his lips. Holding his hand forward, Freya's blanket slowly beginning to slide down her body, exposing more of her young frame. His head tilt as it did, quite surprised to see such a beautiful frame, carried by a human. Especially one as sick as her. As the sheet fell to the ground, foot end of the bed, Vergal walked closer to the bed, lowering his body above it. Crawling up the soft fabric of the bed, his naked frame started shadowing over her's, his body not yet touching her's. He raised a hand, now letting their bodies touch as he let the backside of his hand, stroke down Freya's cheek. The mere touch of his skin, was warm and pleasing. It might not wake her, but would certainly tease her unconscious mind. He started letting his thoughts, flow and play among her's, making her dreams twist. Trying to turn her dreams, into a river of lustful emotions. Nothing extreme. Everything was as discreet, as his entrance had been. Just a tingling of urges, she might not have felt this heavily before. Vergal licked his lips, already reveling in her emotions, as he lowered his head above her, letting his lips close on her ear, a silent, almost inedible voice whispering within, letting the words invade her dreams, as his spell already was. Little one. Who lives with great pain. Great fear. Great grief. What is it you would have. If you could ask for anything? The whisper spoke. He might not be able to hear her answer, and he didn't care. It was a question for her sub conscience. Words meant to tease. To see, how susceptible she'd be, to his goal.