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

The mist spun woven an accretion disc might herald the birth of a new star. The mist collapsing in upon itself molding to a central, distinctly feminine figure as the rest was cast off into the starry night. Dispelled together the veil pulled over her eyes. As the Sorceress saw clearly for the first time since her nightmares began. Sapphires trailed along the image of perfection before her. Its already natural beauty only accentuated by the moisture clinging upon its supple form. The monstrous features not only failing to detract from its radiance, but advancing how regal it seemed as it stood head and shoulders above the Sorceress. She found herself gazing upon perfection. An image without fault that seemed, somehow, familiar. The unnatural breeze summoned forth by the formation of the creature standing before her had calmed down, plunging the pair into a complete silence beyond the beat of her heart. The hand drew closer the sensuality and fluidity of the Succubus motions concealed her intentions just long enough for her to have closed the distance. Not even realizing the daemonic proximity until it spoke. Her eyes darting to meet the topaz rings staring right back into her own with such burning intensity. Are you she who requires my services? She lowered her head in confirmation, lengthy onyx strands cascading past her shoulders unable to glance away from the hypnotic golden orbs gazing into her very soul. Where had she seen that pair of alluring spheres? Are you the one who- The flirtatious tone embellishing its words, tempted regardless of content. The ambrosia lingering upon every syllable pulled upon the Sorceress wavering spirit. desires Taunting her. Haunting her. The Sorceress raised her hand to try and push away the claws that sought to cup her chin wincing as the textured skin agitated her self-inflicted wound. Digits hanging loosely upon surprisingly lithe wrist. Yes The breathy voice that answered the Succubus inquiry was not one Symphonia immediately identified as her own. I am she who brought you into our world- She trailed off in the middle of what she had intended to be a declaration of victory when the question lingering upon the edge of her subconscious surfaced. Why? Why had she summoned the creature. She had felt what could only be considered a compulsion, realizing only now that she had never consciously decided the need to bring forth a familiar especially one such as this. Her eyes widened with recognition as the last prominent word uttered by the Succubus continued to resonate in her mind as it had so many times before. You! She started the click of her stiletto as she stepped back punctuating her words. In my dreams. Her sudden epiphanies. Her ability to perfectly draw out runes belonging to a language long lost to all but the most powerful of magi. The idea implanted in her mind the seedlings cultivated painstakingly slowly to the point where she hadnt even noticed the tampering. But how? The mass rift! The Sorceress grasped the Succubus arm tighter, fighting through the streak of pain that shot through her arm. It couldnt be that this creature had been manipulating her this entire time. The rage building within her was laced with the same compulsion that afflicted her so. A name buried in her subconscious surfaced and her lips parted without thought. Rayvnelle.