Thread: The Mistress of the Woods (Aldir and Voly)

The first signs of awareness was the denial of her situation, Lyaia chuckling as it was always the same for every woman that lay where this one currently did. The witch placed the crystal beside the woman, whose eyes finally fell upon the mistress of these woods. There was the begging at first, this was where her victims often varied their tactics. Some cursed and spat at her, others begged, the result was normally the same of course. Lyaias fingers ghosted over the smooth crystal, the residual essence upon it coursing through her very being. It was a constant companion since that fateful day. No I suppose you did not. That hardly matters of course. You stayed in your village when you knew full well the price they agreed to pay me. Thus you accepted the possibility of being placed on this altar. Lyaia stated, twisting around the argument normally posed to her. The witch shrugged off the loose fitting robes and stood naked now in the moonlight, her body a tapestry of eldritch runes that seemed to crawl across her skin. When spoken aloud the runes could very well cause blood to run from the ears and mouth of the uninitiated. She closed her hand into a loose fist, grasping the crystal with her other hand and drawing upon the vestiges of energy there. The cool breeze and moisture in the air formed in a frost near her loose fist, giving form to a dagger of pure ice. I will, however, tell you what is going to happen to you. Im certain you are curious, come on, just a little? The witch asked rhetorically. Most witches lack the power I possess, most are mere tricksters. However, the crystal I possess here allows me to augment my power beyond what is normally possible. In order to use it, one must first give it something that can power it and serve as fuel. The fuel in this case being souls. When I drive this blade into your heart and the last breath leaves your lungs your soul will be siphoned into the crystal. The woman continued, her right free hand travelling downwards towards the sacrifices womanhood. A terrible price to pay for power, taking a sacred thing like the soul and using it as a means to fuel the dark arts. Lyaia was willing to pay the price, a price she would make Lan pay this night. One would suffer so that the other could remain an all-powerful witch, a fate worse than death really. The witch used her free hand to start pleasuring the captive woman, dipping her fingers inside of her and taking them out slowly only to dip them back in again. The witch did tend to toy around with her victims, best to send them off with some manner of pleasure after all before a short life of torment. Youll be aware, youll feel everything. You might even silently scream and go mad, but no one will hear you. Instead, youll find yourself losing more and more of yourself until you forget who and what you were. In the end, your peace will be oblivion when I use up the last of your soul. Lyaia continued, increasing the tempo of her ministrations and not stopping this time until the sacrifice found her climax. Only when Lan would find that moment would the blade suddenly come down, the ice cold blade embedding itself in her heart. Lyaia stared directly into the other womans eyes, wanting to watch the final moments of her life even as she would lick the other womans nectar from her other fingers almost mockingly. It was a twisted ritual most certainly, but this was the easiest part really and the rest would be handled by the crystal when Lan finally did expire. Lyaia didn't even bother to learn the woman's name, she was just another stepping stone to the witch. Just another in a long line of them.