Slade Arella
Does this ship have that shortened name that fanbrats typically dish out? Slella? Arade? Slarella? Damn those are some fugly names. I see why no one tried.
No prose for you!
Slade's Headquarters...
Arella walked through the doors and into the main room, where Slade sat at a large computer. He turned around and eyed the mystic.
"Yes, Arella?" Slade asked.
"The Rings of Azar. I need them back, you know," Arella said, holding out her hand.
"Sadly, I've given a few to the Titans," Slade replied.
"Give me what you have. You have your flesh back. I know that my daughter is safe. Now return the Rings," Arella demanded.
"Shame," Slade said.
"Excuse me?" Arella asked.
"Such a shame, your life. Abandoned by your parents. Then your... beautiful form was taken and used by a demon. It really is a shame. You probably would've grown into a lovely woman, had you not been... abused in such ways."
Arella looked indignant.
"This is not about your desires, Wilson. This is about the Rings of Azar. Give what you have back to me. I'm sure I'll be able to get the ones the Titans have myself," Arella snapped.
"You got what you want, I got what I want. I think we're even," Slade replied.
He was enjoying himself. That was clear.
"What do you want from me, Wilson?" Arella said.
"A kiss."
"Excuse me?"
Slade was toying with her. He preferred to play games with others. Being immortal and intelligent also came with an intense boredom that could only be cured by such activities. Then there was the fact that Slade did enjoy the company of women.
"Surely the Rings of Azar are worth one kiss."
Arella was sure that the bastard was smiling behind the mask. Oh, he was going to pay for this.
Arella walked over to Slade, who stood up. He flicked her bangs out of her face, then removed his mask, revealing his face. His true face wore a beard and mustache. A single, piercing blue eye stared out of it.
Slade cupped her cheek, pulling her face up. Their lips met, for longer than Arella expected she would put up with. Even being human, she detected a passion she did not expect from the mercenary. Slade had harbored love before. He could feel emotions, despite what his interactions with the Titans proved. He was not cold. Arella felt the passion flood her soul. She pulled away before she could let her emotions get out of control. She would return to her own dimension with the Rings soon. And there she would stay.
Slade smirked at her.
Maybe she wouldn't stay.
Slade handed her the Rings of Azar, and she walked out the doors.
She was tired of that lifestyle anyways.