Thread: Revenge and the Way of the World (Cheshire Pup & I)

With every word Sol spoke, the aura of evil seemed to grow more stagnant, so much so that you could cut the tension with a knife. Then the shaking began. At first the young wizard hesitated when it began, fearing that the cavern could collapse around him at any moment. But then he decided to quicken the pace, calling out the ancient words as fast as humanly possible. Then the tomb opened and he stared in awe. This was the moment he was waiting for! Soon, the treasures contained within this sealed device would be his to use as he saw fit. As it opened, he wondered what could be inside. The text spoke little about the tombs contents, but with the aura of evil so strong and growing as the lid crept open inch by inch, they must have been extremely powerful. What Sol saw next however was something far beyond what he had expected. From the depths of the tomb, a figure rose, bathed in dark purple light. He could see that it was female, but it had very non-human features. From her back, he could see the protruding tail and long wings spreading out after being cramped in the tomb for so long. And as the dark light faded, more characteristics came into view. Her hair was as white as snow and her eyes and lips were as red as the fires of hell. All these features told the young wizard one thing. This was a demon sleeping within the tomb and not some simple trinkets or treasures. Sol learned quite a bit about demons in his studies. Their relationships with humans were usually contratual and business-like. When a human sought out a demon, it was generally for one reason and one reason only. Power. And the demons themselves knew this. That's why they always asked for a hefty price in return for the use of their dark powers. In a way, this was far better for the young wizard than any normal treasure he could find travelling the world. All he had to do was request a deal with her and that would be that. But with this particular demon, something was terribly wrong. For before Sol could utter a word from his mouth, she approached him, hips swaying confidentley and a smile that was both seductive and dangerous. In truth, her beauty was arousing to him. It caused him to hesitate briefly allowing her the time required to reach his proximity. His mouth opened but no words could be uttered. It was as if her beauty entraped him in a vice he could not escape. Her mere words caused the hairs on his arms to stand on end. It was that powerful. Then, she locked lips with him, causing a brief wave of euphoria to come over him. It was as if she were consuming his body with this single kiss. If the fates had not stepped in, she would have consumed his soul. When the demoness recoiled in pain and gripped her collar. Every sensation of reality came pouring back into Sol's being and he readied himself for battle. After all, she did say she was going to kill him and her screams of pain could have possibly been a ruse to get him to let his guard down. It was then a strange series of events took place. The aura of evil he felt reduced drastically with the transformation this woman seemed to be going through. He spotted the collar briefly and figured that it had to be the source. Then he caught sight of her face. It was far different from what he saw only seconds earlier. It looked more timid, frightened eve. It distracted the young wizard long enough for him to fail to spot the falling rock that threatened to crush him and whatever hopes and desires he had. Thankfully enough, the demoness seemed to have more sense than Sol and dove towards him in an attempt to save his life. A white flash covered his eyes and for a second, he thought death had overcome him. However, once the cool air of the night hit his exposed skin, he knew he was alive and well. As soon as he got his senses back, the young wizard looked around to find that the demon girl was laying on top of him, shivering in the night like a frightened animal. As soon as she got off of him, Sol backed away from her, fearful of the unpredictable nature she displayed. After a few minutes though, he stopped and simply stared. She didn't seem to be displaying the same kind of seductive aggression as before. Perhaps the collar was some kind of limiter to her evil aura. Rather than simply blurt it out to her though, the young wizard decided to rise and reply to her questions. My name is Sol Gareth, he started in a polite tone. It's cold because you're outside in the middle of the night...naked... To this, he turned away slightly with a tinge of red in his cheeks. Why he did so, he did not know himself. He had seen plenty of naked women before but with this one, perhaps he felt her timid looking appearance would drive her to strike him out of fear.