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Asmodeus grumbled back in hell, he'd never really left, but he had snaped awake, or so it seemd "that little brat thinks he can.." he growled under his breath. a man seemd to walk up and before he could even get a word out "get out of my sight before i kill you again." the figure ran off. but then asmodeus smirked then to morrigan and morrigan alone he snet a message 'i've seen the way he looks at you, and heard the way he speaks, and i know this well, i am the prince of lust, and you are my perfect duaghter, do you truley believe he cares for you it's little more than lust. but i do care, all i am trying to do is to give you what you want, but i cant do that if you wont let me.'

Adrian smirked pulling away "is this really the time for jokeing, or do you want to get back to the fun." he bit down into her neck once more, biteing deeper and deeper.

Morrigan looked up at Terra, then nodded, "I'm fine. Just... Wake me up. I'll just take a page from Scathach's book and meditate." As her father's words passed through her head she frowned. She knew he was lying, and yet... Well it made her wonder. What he said was true. She was the daughter of Lust, so, naturally, she had a very powerful sex drive. It would be simple for Terra to take advantage of that. Maybe he didn't really care about her. After all, he was a man, and she had seen men act like they cared for a woman, just to get what they wanted. She blinked and shook these dark thoughts from her head. Terra wouldn't do that to her. Right?

"Let's get to the fun." She shuddered, and could feel herself starting to lose too much blood. But, hell, she didn't care. It felt too good to tell him to stop. And the more blood she lost, the more lightheaded she became, and the better it felt.

You'r too damned reckless.

But you'r not stopping me.

Aoife hadn't been sleeping, but she'd been planning. She stood at her window, staring out into the dark night, listening to the calls of animals from the forest. She brought up a mental image of the island in her mind, thinking up the best strategy for defense. After all, that's what they would have to be doing. The school seemed to be at the center, and the land gradually sloped down hill from there. They would need a line of infantry along the coast line. They'd need air cover, of course, mounted warriors, and then some of the other creatures who would fight without a rider. Who knew where the enemy would come from. If they had powerful enough mages, they cold come from underground. Which reminded her to find out if the Angels had any tunneling Wyrms.

Odile looked up at him with a smirk, "I'm fine."

No you're not.

She sighed, "Ok, I'm a tad light headed, but it's nothing to worry about." She smirked again, "Dominated? Haven't you already been doing that for the past few minutes?"

Odile smirked, "Why would I want to do all of the work?" She smiled against his lips, pulling away, "Just like any other girl, am I?" She chuckled, "Adrian, love, I'm one of a kind. Or, rather, two of a kind." She reached up and grabbed one of his horns, jerking his head to the side. Then she leaned up and bit into his neck, pulling back briefly to say, "You know, we can't go all night like this." Then she returned to his neck.

Odile's cold eyes warmed and her sharp features softened, just slightly. She smiled softly and stroked her hand across his cheek. When she spoke her voice was a beautiful mixture of Oly's soft and pure tones, and Odile's harsh and husky alto, "I love you too." And when she pressed her lips to his, it was impossible to tell which side was doing the kissing. It was soft and firm and gentle and demanding, all at the same time. When she pulled away she blinked suddenly, eyes turning back to their cold hardness.

What the hell was that?!

I... I don't know. I couldn't find you, for a moment. It's like you weren't there, but I could feel you, Sorta.

Well everything just went black for me! It's like I didn't even exist. I was... Somewhere else entirely.

As this short conversation ran through her head, on the outside she remained stock still, but her face flashed with confusion.

Odile smiled, but she was still worried. She blinked, "You couldn't tell us apart?" Her eye brows drew together in thought.

I think I know what happened.

Do you now? Well let's hear it. Odile nodded to herself and slipped back into her head, letting Oly out. Oly ran her thumb gently across his lips, then said, "I... I think she and I... merged into one, for a moment. You just saw me, us, like we were before the.... Well, you know." It still pained her a bit to think about what had happened, and she was grateful when Odile pulled the memory to the back of her mind, "I couldn't find her, but I could feel her. Her thoughts and emotions, as if they were mine. And she said that she felt like she wasn't even there. Like she was somewhere else entirely."

Oly giggled, "I could never violently maim you. I love you too much, Mr. Tumnus." She brushed her fingers across his newly acquired horns in affection, "But you'r my idiot. And it could be a good sign, but I don't think I'm entirely comfortable with it." When he picked her up off of the ground she was glad that he was holding her, because she found that her knees were a little weak. How much blood had she lost? She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, happy with this. With everything. She smiled and said in a joking tone, "It will be this way for a long time. Unless I end up in the hospital after this war, then I expect you to be at my bedside, so I have something good to look at when I wake up."

Oly smiled and curled up against him, "I am a little tired. And we'd better get some sleep. I have a feeling that we'll be worked hard tomorrow." She smirked and kissed him, "Unless you just want to talk, or other things. I don't mind." Absentmindedly, she stroked her hand down his arm, finding his hand and linking her fingers together with his.