The dark woman stroked the back of the quivering slave beside her, each
touch of her long nails rending the poor girl's skin. The woman casually
licked her nails as she stared at the enigma before her.
She was encountering that same problem as the idiot Dornkirk did. The two of them together had the power to make their own fate, instead of obediently following her plan. That wouldn't do at all.
Thinking back she began to grow angry. How dare that girl?! She should have accepted her bonds, just like the little king does. Only, he doesn't now does he? That stupid girl had to go and fight back, and make the Van I cultivated so carefully break his leash and save her. And the little seer knows now that he is controlled. She couldn't have missed something that blatant in her soulmate. Something shall have to be done -
The woman was distracted for a moment by a clawing at her hands. In her displeasure she had accidentally grabbed the slaves neck. With a sick, fierce joy she slit the ivory girl's throat, and drank, long and hard, of her strength. A trail of blood flowed down her mouth and throat, finally dripping onto the floor, which absorbed it almost as eagerly as its mistress.
Finally finished she threw the carcass into a rancid pool in the middle of the columned room, where countless bones of futile sacrifices slowly shifted in an eerie current.
It was time for drastic measures. The dark power pooling in the room flowed around the woman, making her hair and clothes shift, ever so slightly, as if blown in the wind. She welcomed it, relishing the pain that was its source.
Dornkirk never did truly understand the source of power. He always assumed it was his science, that his sorcerers were nothing more than dabblers in the arcane. He didn't even question when something happened that couldn't be explained by science. Well, that was the way she had wanted it. He had made such a useful henchman, until that mistake with the catgirls.
The woman's thoughts stopped for a second as she was carried on waves into a corrupted bliss. The power sped through her, and she molded it to her will. Not even the little seer would be able to overcome this! She laughed, high and eerie, that echoed off of high ceilings and ruined domes.
Let the little mortals have their fun. They will rot with their "eternal love" while she bathed both worlds in blood.
She was encountering that same problem as the idiot Dornkirk did. The two of them together had the power to make their own fate, instead of obediently following her plan. That wouldn't do at all.
Thinking back she began to grow angry. How dare that girl?! She should have accepted her bonds, just like the little king does. Only, he doesn't now does he? That stupid girl had to go and fight back, and make the Van I cultivated so carefully break his leash and save her. And the little seer knows now that he is controlled. She couldn't have missed something that blatant in her soulmate. Something shall have to be done -
The woman was distracted for a moment by a clawing at her hands. In her displeasure she had accidentally grabbed the slaves neck. With a sick, fierce joy she slit the ivory girl's throat, and drank, long and hard, of her strength. A trail of blood flowed down her mouth and throat, finally dripping onto the floor, which absorbed it almost as eagerly as its mistress.
Finally finished she threw the carcass into a rancid pool in the middle of the columned room, where countless bones of futile sacrifices slowly shifted in an eerie current.
It was time for drastic measures. The dark power pooling in the room flowed around the woman, making her hair and clothes shift, ever so slightly, as if blown in the wind. She welcomed it, relishing the pain that was its source.
Dornkirk never did truly understand the source of power. He always assumed it was his science, that his sorcerers were nothing more than dabblers in the arcane. He didn't even question when something happened that couldn't be explained by science. Well, that was the way she had wanted it. He had made such a useful henchman, until that mistake with the catgirls.
The woman's thoughts stopped for a second as she was carried on waves into a corrupted bliss. The power sped through her, and she molded it to her will. Not even the little seer would be able to overcome this! She laughed, high and eerie, that echoed off of high ceilings and ruined domes.
Let the little mortals have their fun. They will rot with their "eternal love" while she bathed both worlds in blood.