06-08-2018, 03:50 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
She is the queen; swathed in shadows and billowing darkness, cloaked in fear and terror. He can feel her slowly coming upon him, much like the creeper vines that reach out with cold and merciless tendrils, grasping him firmly in his heart and mind as the sense of dread and foreboding coil in his belly. A powerful creature (terrible and yet ethereal, enchanting yet diabolical), much like the rest of the Sylvan forest. She, however, demands attention by her mere presence, and even he, who cares not for royalties and political powers, is cowed by her immense power.
A demon lurking amongst the vile and corrupted, feeding off their selfish desires and chaos-driven agenda.
The water before them stirs unpleasantly; he did not enjoy the aura that she brings with her, despite its allure. It causes the stallion to bristle defensively, the dryness of his lips cracking as a snarl ripples across his mouth, his displeasure manifesting by the sudden boiling and churning of the once-still lake. His dark and bottomless eyes slowly shift to hers, meeting the fear-monger with an unwavering gaze though his insides tremble involuntarily. Black and shining horns spiral backwards from her head, fiercely poised; he wonders if blood has yet to cover the glistening spirals.
He is lost in his terrible daydream until her voice rouses him, ears falling into the muscled curve of his neck.
“Success as always, my queen.” His voice slithers from his throat, deep and rough. The water still stirs unnaturally before them, trilling it between his proverbial fingers to soothe the feeling of fear that continues to rise within him at her close proximity. Adrenaline pulses through his veins as his heart rate increases, nostrils wrinkling at the feeling. “She is to be in my care.” His voice snaps, commands, before he adds: “If you deem it so, Astarael.”
His black eyes flicker to the cave mouth just across the murky water, finding solace in the black expanse that yawns delectably before him, though her aura still runs its icy fingers down his spine. He shudders involuntarily, his eyes fiercely meeting hers. “You know where I keep them.”
A demon lurking amongst the vile and corrupted, feeding off their selfish desires and chaos-driven agenda.
The water before them stirs unpleasantly; he did not enjoy the aura that she brings with her, despite its allure. It causes the stallion to bristle defensively, the dryness of his lips cracking as a snarl ripples across his mouth, his displeasure manifesting by the sudden boiling and churning of the once-still lake. His dark and bottomless eyes slowly shift to hers, meeting the fear-monger with an unwavering gaze though his insides tremble involuntarily. Black and shining horns spiral backwards from her head, fiercely poised; he wonders if blood has yet to cover the glistening spirals.
He is lost in his terrible daydream until her voice rouses him, ears falling into the muscled curve of his neck.
“Success as always, my queen.” His voice slithers from his throat, deep and rough. The water still stirs unnaturally before them, trilling it between his proverbial fingers to soothe the feeling of fear that continues to rise within him at her close proximity. Adrenaline pulses through his veins as his heart rate increases, nostrils wrinkling at the feeling. “She is to be in my care.” His voice snaps, commands, before he adds: “If you deem it so, Astarael.”
His black eyes flicker to the cave mouth just across the murky water, finding solace in the black expanse that yawns delectably before him, though her aura still runs its icy fingers down his spine. He shudders involuntarily, his eyes fiercely meeting hers. “You know where I keep them.”
m a u g r i m.
@[Astarael]