Thread: The Judicator's Fall (Alazaria x darjeeling)

Rayvnelle was floating, the distance between dreams, nightmares and realities of unimportance to her as her detached body swam through the sea of wailing souls. The air was thick and heavy one lungful would suffocate any lesser being, but the Wisp inhaled it like ambrosia. It was the only thing keeping her afloat amidst the clamor of pale gaunt faces and horrified expressions of endless suffering. Ravynelle was one such unfortunate spirit, thrown away like a peculiar treasure that was no longer of use. As it was, this fact was one of the few truths she had come to believe in. Her many centuries imprisoned here had done more than enough to hone her jaded temperament. Forever still she would wander, until it happened. Ruby, glimmering drops fell once, splashing against where her face would be had she owned one. The blood was absorbed quickly, a dash of red flowing through her unused veins but it was not enough. A second droplet soon joined the first, drawn to their brethren as yet another and another until it she was a Wisp of pulsating crimson rather than ostentatious shades of green that swarmed around her. She knew they were eager to take in the blood but Rayvnelle was selfish. She took it all for herself, not a single drip was shared. Her unstable body trembled, a sickening crunch booming throughout the spacious cavern. She felt a dreadful tugging behind her naval, as if someone had cast a line into the very depths of the Old Realm. Which was exactly what had happened, she realized, as she was very harshly pulled into the world of the Living. Swathes of crimson span like velvet silk as it wound around the ethereal shadow, stretching tight as if it were being winched. The air thrummed and undulated vibrations of the Arcane, whispers of the dark and terrible painted the cool stone walls a deep shade of purple splattered in splotches of sickening shades of grey. The mist that billowed out from the center of the runes was dense, thicker than any fog she had succumbed to and the air was lighter still but she could breathe . It was not a necessity, however. It had already been a good five minutes since the Wisp had taken in any sort of oxygen. This world was strange and different as grew closer to the watery, silver light. She stretched out her arm as if to claw her way to life, marveling at the shimmering shape resembling that of a hand as her fingers touched the surface, rippling like water. The Succubus appeared with a sultry hiss that seared the air around her, her voluptuous body covered in a sheen of sweat and moisture as if born and reborn, yet the creature paid her state of undress no heed. Dizzy as she was, her first appearance into this world would not see her fall to her knees. The creature stood tall, her claws hands coming up as she inspected them with detached amusement, turning them with her palm faced up, then face down. She was satisfied in her new look her body felt strong, far stronger than any Wisp. Rayvnelle felt the strangest urge to look back, to see if she could glance down at her inferior brethren to mock and jeer at them but she would not. After all, a word of thanks must be paid to the one who had summoned her. A single hand placed a cautious hand on her hip, nails dangerously sharp and glinting in the dim shaft of moonlight that had broken its way through the flimsy vegetation that made up the downtrodden hut's roof. What was stranger still was the tone of her skin pure scarlet, from her brow where her raven-black hair met a pair of thick horns which sprouted near her temples. They curved backwards in a shape resembling that of a crude halo, perhaps meant by their creator to mock the Heavenly creatures above. Just below the ridged bones rested ears tapered at the ends, a feature further dedicated to her unholy heritage as points of dark black lined the edges of her ears. Her scleroses were colored bright gold with flecks of a lighter topaz while slitted irises as she gazed down at the only living creature in this filthy place. Her skin drank in the cardinal dye, all the way past her waist to the tips of her toes. Her spaded tail, cherry red like the rest of her body, swished behind her like a tigress stalking her prey as she stepped forward. Though her feet were bare, there was not a speck of dust or an inch of dirt there, or indeed, on any part of her at all. Well, what do we have here? The Succubus' voice was a low purr, the echos behind every sentence trailing off into a coy seduction a sweet concoction offered and served only to those who dared summon her, especially so eagerly and greedily. Her heavy breasts, bare to the world swung low as she leaned forward. Her eyes widened as she took in the human's appearance. Dark hair like hers, but the girl's gaze burned with cool fire, a shocking spark of blue to collide with the Succubus' own color. She noted the blood pooling on the ground, staining the wood with the very same life force Rayvnelle had drank so readily. It was a waste, truly. The creature's hand reached up, licking the tips of her index then middle finger, her forked tongue slipping through the gaps oh-so briefly as she considered her situation. She knew that she could not stay long in this Realm unless she partook in the blood and flesh of her Summoner, lest she be forever chained to the girl and her petty orders. Rayvnelle allowed habit to take full control as she inclined forward even further, the very same finger that had been running along her sharpened teeth reaching forward to tilt the other female's chin upwards so that the Succubus may look and memorize her features. Are you she who requires my services? Again, Rayvnelle spoke with an exotic rumble tainted with ruined whispers, this time the sound seeping and coiling directly towards the girl's ears. She smiled, the expression surprisingly sweet for one that swam in a cesspool of daemonic blood. Are you she who desires me?