Thread: Lucifer's Angel [ Fieryangel and Terucin ]

At first, she ignored the captain and the crew fingers gliding along the fine craftsmanship of the vessel, admiring the detail of the handrails and the design upon the bow. Much labor went into such a ship, and it spoke of pride and skill unlike any other. It was only a shame the hands who steered were that of a filthy greedy pirate without a care for others. She turned her head to the sky, catching the direction the wind was blowing as it danced through her long mane that whipped about in response. Only when she followed the captain into his quarters did it finally stop. It was far darker inside as it was hidden from the sun, just a window in the back that allowed one to admire the sea. It was here where she retreated, her back turned throughout the ramblings of a greedy fool that saw no wrong in his evil deeds. The ship seemed to rock in response, as if agreeing with the one who called himself captain. She let him speak his peace, finding no need to interrupt, nor did she disagree. His views were valid, and gained an understanding as she looked at things from his eyes. However, when he finished, the usual sapphires of her eyes seemed to flicker darker than the night, losing color altogether before slipping back to their usual appearance. Firstly, I do not need a lecture on why evil men do as they do, or why good men do as they need. I've seen far more of each than you will ever see in your lifetime. How is it you know that you are evil without a care in the world, and unable to see that you are, in fact, wrong? You believe these deeds are necessary, simply to gain that which you desire, but stop and think. Have you ever once simply asked for the food that you might need or the drink to wet your lips? Why is it that death of those who have done you no harm is justified simply because the people of a village simply had something you needed to acquire? Pausing, the angel drew near, bending at the waist and staring straight into his eyes. What is it that you gain by sending souls to the light? Why is it that you shed not a single tear for a child that your men have wrongfully executed and taken from this world? What power do you gain through death and destruction, as it's clearly not just to gain material possessions that you feel are necessary for your survival. Perhaps its the fear you enjoy most, those that cower before you providing you with a sense of satisfaction. If that were the case, why do you desire to be feared? Perhaps you have a fear yourself of loving and losing. Has someone from your past left you wounded? Is this why you spread what you do throughout the lands, so that no one may promise love to you again, only to turn around and hurt you? Unsure if she was on to something, it was a fruitful idea, one that struck a chord in her mind that led many different ways. You are a stubborn man, that is for sure. I'm also sure that nothing I say will ever convince you otherwise. Perhaps a wager is far more to your liking, and since you are confident that I am wrong, you should have no issues agreeing. A wicked grin pulled at the corners of her lips, eyes sparkling in the dim light as they filled with excitement. You originally promised me freedom unharmed if I am wrong. Perhaps, I gain it if I'm right. If I am proven wrong, you do with me as you wish. Kill me, rape me, you are free to do as you wish. What do you say? A hand was offered out in hopes that he would shake it, and though her life may be on the line, she never seemed far more confident than before.