Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Evie did not wince when Ashtaroth reached out to touch her, not this time. There was something oddly comforting seeing him in his true form as opposed to the disguise of 'the lecturer'. And the way he touched her was hardly with the intent to frighten, not like it had been the night before when she'd accidentally summoned him. She knew it was probably strange for her to think as she did, but perhaps it was knowing what he was that made the difference there, that and having experienced the wrath of his awakening. Regardless, she was glad he didn't seem angry any longer and that he seemed ready to both teach and help her in the ways of Necromancy. Once situated at the tower across the wastelands, Evie stood there looking over at Ashtaroth. The air had grown considerably colder. Then again, it was full on autumn and winter would soon be upon them all, bringing with it the snows and bitter cold. Suddenly, the wind blew and she felt it move through the thin fabric of her white nightgown and move across her pale flesh. Immediately she could feel it reacting as it tightened, forming goose bumps all over her tiny body. Just as she began to shiver, Ashtaroth summoned a fire and she couldn't hide the smile that suddenly crept upon her lips. Evie moved closer to the dancing flames of orange and red, crackling warmly and invitingly. As she did so, she listened intently to Ashtaroth as he spoke, his words going into detail about Necromancy itself. He mentioned meditation and 'other pursuits'? She wondered what those might be. Though she supposed that didn't matter for the time being since meditation was what he wanted to focus on now so she gave him a nod and then moved to sit down by the fire. First, she removed her boots, setting them aside, as he'd ordered. Once done, she knelt down, though her blue eyes remained fixed on the man-creature for several moments until he was finally sitting next to her. Ashtaroth had told Evie to think about sin and creation, to reach out and sense his spirit. She wondered if she'd be able to do that. If she could. She knew she had to at least try even if it seemed the impossible. After all, he was knowledgeable of such arts while she was not. She had to trust him, had to try, had to... At that moment, she closed her eyes and let her body relax, letting go of all tension. She focused on her breathing first, the rise and fall of her chest with each inhale and exhale. Next, she tried to clear her mind, letting all thoughts leave before she began concentrating on those which Ashtaroth said were pertinentsin and creation. When Evie finally felt her mind clear, she thought of sin first since it was the first thing Ashtaroth had mentioned. She thought of all that sin encompassedlies, stealing, murder... just then the faintest glimmer of what he'd meant of 'other pursuits' entered her mind and her brows began to furrow. Her lips turned into a frown. She hadn't expected such thoughts to enter her mind. Lies, stealing, murderthose were sins Evie could grasp much better. But again, the lurid thoughts of pleasure entered her mind. Try as she might, Evie couldn't push them away. With them came the onset of creation. She couldn't deny that. From sin came creation. Was that possible? It was. Evie couldn't deny that if she tried. It disturbed her on some levels, but... Suddenly, Evie's mind filled with pleasures of the flesh, her breaths quickening as she tried to meditate and focus, her body reacting to that. She became keenly aware of Ashtaroth sitting next to her, could feel him, sense him, could... Just then, Evie let out a loud gasp and her eyes snapped open. She looked over at Ashtaroth with reddened cheeks and shook her head. I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this, she said softly. Perhaps we should start with something simpler.