Shaizard
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- Posted: Fri, 01 Feb 2013 03:30:35 +0000
xxx> > Hell Raizer >> Dorian
>>>Cause I Should be the One who Tortures You...
She was really tempting him now, but he had resolute will that could withstand plenty. While her touch was thrilling, he only let his eyes speak so much of his enjoyment in the form of one glowing silver eye and one glowing golden eye. Breathing in her scent, he could only conclude she was pretty tipsy and at her limit which was more than a good enough excuse to secret her away and start the preparations to spin the curse that would finish off the armlet.
"A habit," came his teasing remark about being well read. An understatement if there ever was one since his demon kind loved to write book after book of black magic spells and drop them into the hands of weaker beings. Get a mortal deep into black magic, appear and offer them more power, drag them to the ever after, and sell them to other demons. Weak beings were the perfect receptors of the demonic filth that corrupted and tainted the aura and ate away at the 'soul' and demons did love to have mortals either take some of the filth or fetch their tea. "and the full contract can be written up at another time since now is not the time to worry about the language in which it will be written. Yet be put at ease, I won't try to hoodwink you into something rather beneath you. I'd rather our relationship be of mutual appreciation."
Rising slowly, he stepped about the table and offered her his hand, "I fear the alcohol has settled in, may I escort you back to your room?"
What he had next in mind to further their sealing of a deal, would require a bit of privacy since he didn't feel like entertaining the rest of the bar with his little pre-curse before the main event.
>>>Cause I Should be the One who Tortures You...
She was really tempting him now, but he had resolute will that could withstand plenty. While her touch was thrilling, he only let his eyes speak so much of his enjoyment in the form of one glowing silver eye and one glowing golden eye. Breathing in her scent, he could only conclude she was pretty tipsy and at her limit which was more than a good enough excuse to secret her away and start the preparations to spin the curse that would finish off the armlet.
"A habit," came his teasing remark about being well read. An understatement if there ever was one since his demon kind loved to write book after book of black magic spells and drop them into the hands of weaker beings. Get a mortal deep into black magic, appear and offer them more power, drag them to the ever after, and sell them to other demons. Weak beings were the perfect receptors of the demonic filth that corrupted and tainted the aura and ate away at the 'soul' and demons did love to have mortals either take some of the filth or fetch their tea. "and the full contract can be written up at another time since now is not the time to worry about the language in which it will be written. Yet be put at ease, I won't try to hoodwink you into something rather beneath you. I'd rather our relationship be of mutual appreciation."
Rising slowly, he stepped about the table and offered her his hand, "I fear the alcohol has settled in, may I escort you back to your room?"
What he had next in mind to further their sealing of a deal, would require a bit of privacy since he didn't feel like entertaining the rest of the bar with his little pre-curse before the main event.
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