Chrystali
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- Posted: Tue, 09 Sep 2008 05:20:43 +0000
A triumphant gleam in her eyes, and Astaroth was smiling. It was ugly, almost painful, the curve of feminine lips beneath cruel and uncaring eyes. Neil imagined she was truly the stuff of nightmares, and hearing this new woman call the demoness a Prince...he could only surmise he was not far off from the truth.
He was aghast. In his bid to summon a high ranking Angel, he had summoned a Prince of HELL? The man felt a slender hand slide over his shoulders, forcing him to shudder visibly, tearing his eyes from the malicious glee of his captor. His stomach was tight with fear, but he wouldn't let it show, and that was what she was enjoying. "I wanted t'summon an' Angel..." he murmured quietly, not wanting to feel as pathetic as he had when explaining himself to Brad.
Who, he suddenly noted, was still holding the woman. Whose name he did not know. He blinked at the two, preferring to focus on them rather than the possessive touch of the Prince. Neil didn't want to think of the terms of ridding himself of the female. "Are ye'all well, lass?" he asked the human woman, eyes flicking to the taller male, who simply shook his head. Taking a hesitant breath, Neil offered a smile, "I am appreciative of y'help, of shedding some light on th'matter."
In truth, the man couldn't have possibly felt worse, and Astaroth was enjoying every second of it.
He was aghast. In his bid to summon a high ranking Angel, he had summoned a Prince of HELL? The man felt a slender hand slide over his shoulders, forcing him to shudder visibly, tearing his eyes from the malicious glee of his captor. His stomach was tight with fear, but he wouldn't let it show, and that was what she was enjoying. "I wanted t'summon an' Angel..." he murmured quietly, not wanting to feel as pathetic as he had when explaining himself to Brad.
Who, he suddenly noted, was still holding the woman. Whose name he did not know. He blinked at the two, preferring to focus on them rather than the possessive touch of the Prince. Neil didn't want to think of the terms of ridding himself of the female. "Are ye'all well, lass?" he asked the human woman, eyes flicking to the taller male, who simply shook his head. Taking a hesitant breath, Neil offered a smile, "I am appreciative of y'help, of shedding some light on th'matter."
In truth, the man couldn't have possibly felt worse, and Astaroth was enjoying every second of it.