Death
"What is your name slave?"
"Adrena, master Erikthya."
"How long have you been my slave, Adrena?"
"Two years of my sixteen, master?"
"Would you say we are close?"
"Yes, master. It is I you chosen to shared your bed in the stead of concubines and I come willingly."
"Do you have dreams Adrena? Of dragons and a girl who looks just like you?"
"Y-yes master. How..."
"Do you have dreams of a man, who looks just like me" he whispers in the darkness.
"Yes master." The young girl replies unaware of death approaching in the form of a scythe. "I have dreams of a girl like me and a man-dragon like you."
Suddenly the blade is rammed into her gut and she sees the horrible grin on her master's face.
"W-why master?" she gasps. "I have served you loyally."
Erikthya wrenches the blade further up into her body and laughs. "Because your enchantment is still with me, witch."
Death descends on the Egyptian slave.
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"May I introduce Lady Adrene Farst. My lady, Lord Erik the Drake."
A demure childlike woman stepped up to the medieval lord with the strange eyes. Her green eyes met his and strange visions of herself and the lord flickered behind her eyelids. With a shake of her head, the lady dismissed the visions and lustful thoughts from her mind.
"'Tis a pleasure to meet you, my lord." Adrene said with a bow.
Lord Erik took her hand and through a pink haze, he kissed the woman's hand. "I-it 'tis a pleasure to finally meet you again."
Suddenly the lord drew his sword and ran it through the noblewoman. He laughed at her and his steward's shocked expression.
"Don't be too surprised, witch." Erik the Drake told her. "For every life you have lived, I have been there to end it. For every time I feel your feminine enchantment begin to stir inside me, I will hunt down and kill you."
Death descends on the medieval lady.
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Adenanstar prepared herself for the next day's sacrifice to the gods. She cleansed herself, sharpened her obsidian knife and awaited the dragon-man from her visions.
He came at the appointed hour.
"Your heart and blood will make a mighty sacrifice." She greeted him. "The gods honor this priestess with such a gift."
"I'll make sure I leave your heart for your gods, witch." Erikthya replied.
Adenanstar drew her blade and attacked. Erikthya shook his head and struck her with a dark energy bolt from his fingers that sent the priestess flying. He snatched up the obsidian blade where it fell and easily cut Adenanstar's throat and cut out her heart.
Death descends on the Aztec priestess.