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"Very well, there is a creature that lurks in silence and shadow- a creature, who like me is very much of the infernal persuasion. Should it make its way out, through the very doors you are about to brazenly swing open, you'll have unleashed a pestilence upon this realm." He scrunched up his nose at the thought. " In truth it is chaos incarnate. So if you meet the devil of which i speak. Kill it. Consider no other course of action." |
"What type of devil are we talking about? Pit feind? Chain devil? Orthon?" Karlach asked as they shuffled their feet slightly. |
"Warmer, Warmer, Hot. " Raphael gave a chuckle as he heard Karlach mutter a soft "Fuckin" hells" under their breath. |
"Indeed, and don't think I have forgotten about our little deal, little Vampling." His dark gaze shifted to land on Astarion. "Do this for me and consider it my payment." Ash watched as Astarion perked up in surprise, his gaze looking to Ash's for a brief moment before looking back at the devil. |
"Fine, I guess it's as good of a deal as I can hope for." Ash sighed, watching the smile grow over Raphael's face. "If I come across this thing. I'll kill it in your name," |
"Very good. I shall await news of your triumphant completion of this act." He bowed with a flourish, vanishing in a puff of red cherry sented smoke. |
"Honestly... and I thought Astarion was dramatic." Shadowheart rolled their eyes as Astarion gasped in mock surprise |
"Devils for you, always acting like they are on a stage." Karlach led the way towards the temple. Rolling the tention out her sholder's as she walked. |
"Any tips on killing an Orthon Karlach?" Ash tried to hide the nervousness in their voice, but earned a reassuring smile from Karlach. |
"We gotta move fast, try and get the jump on them if we can. You stay close to Mama K, and you Shadowheart. They have a nasty bite." Ash nodded, taking a breath to steel themselves before entering the temple. |
Raphael had not been lying when he said the Orthon lived in the heart of the temple. The group had wandered the entire building. Coming across a horde of re-animated corpses and the little shit who controlled them. After killing him and his army of undead. Shadowheart had been drawn to the number of dead remains dressed in Dark Justicar armour that littered the halls. She had picked up a few pieces, holding each with gentle reverence as she examined them. Ash had encouraged her to take a set for herself. |
"It's always been your dream to become one, maybe it's a way of Shar's hinting at you." Ash had looked over the armour, the familiar symbol of Shar embossed on the front. The armour looked sturdy and in good enough shape to offer the Cleric protection. She had blushed at the mention of the childhood dream she had shared with the Tiefling in a private moment. Before nodding and donning the armour. |
As they continued further into the temple. A large black cat appeared at the end of the hallway. The writhing twin tales told Ash it was not just any cat. It was a displacer beast. As the group came to a sudden halt, the beast looked towards them, letting out a little trill. It turned and ran off. |
"I think it wants us to follow it." Shadowheart whispered. The group agreed. Following the breast. Keeping a keen eye out for any other unwelcome guests. |
The room the beast led them into was rank. The order of rot and decay hit them hard as they entered. Making Astarion gag slightly, before holding a hand over his mouth and nose. Piles of bone and gore covered the floor. The displacer beast sat in front of a large bed... made out of bones Ash noticed as they drew closer. Suddenly they were drawn to a shifting shape out the corner of their eye, turning slowly they saw the form of a hulking Orthon above them. A mantle of skulls and rags adorned his wide shoulders, and in his hands a huge crossbow was pointed right at them. |
"What's this? Fresh entertainment." His voice boomed with a laugh from the ledge that he perched upon. "But you're too fresh for this place aren't you? There's a whiff of the surface on you... A new arrival, then, you burrowed too deep little rabbit.." |
As he spoke, Ash felt the familiar infernal prickle in the corner of their mind. An indicator that their patron was now of all times. interested. There was a deep chuckle that followed the sensation. |
"Yurgir... so this is where you have been. Help him." the voice of their patron hissed the last part, before vanishing as quick as it arrived. |
"There is something else, hidden by your fear stink." He sniffed the air, before raising the crossbow. "Cherries... Musk.. and Sulphur." His blazing gaze narrowed on Ash. |
"RAPHAEL!" He roared. "I smell him all over you. Where is he?" His bears his teeth at the group, before he aims the tip of the Crossbow at Ash. |
"Wait you know Raphael?" Ash asked feigning ignorance. |
"That perfumed trickster swindled me- trapped me." He spat to the floor next to his feet. |
"That makes sense, he does want you dead." Ash fidgeted with their fingers, putting on an air of indifference. They felt Astarion connect with them through the Tadpole connection. His anger was bitter on Ash's tongue. As his hissed voice echoed around their head. "We made a deal. The Devil told us to kill the damn thing, so let's stop chatting and kill it." Ash sent a wave of reassurance back through the bond. That before they leave the Devil will die. |
"This is not my first time dealing with devils. Nor probably my last. But if I do now anything, it's infernal deals." Ash held up their hands. "If you could tell me your deal, maybe there is something you missed. Looking at it with a fresh pair of eyes never hurt." Ash felt the burning gaze of the devil wash over them, looking for any clue of deception. They stealed themselves under his gaze. Closing parts of their mind of incase he whent looking. |
"Fine" He grumbled, lowering the crossbow to point at the floor. |
"Spill all the blood sworn to the night. |
Slicense all prayers, smother each rite. |
Wonder Shar's halls; hungry to slay; leave no Justiciar alive to abey. |
Leave none to hear it, then be set free; |
This song is your oath, swear, swear it to me." He finished the song on a strained note, as if it pained him to recite the lyrics. His voice made their ears hurt, an unpleasant tingle shot down their spine, making Ash shudder. "Well little rabbit. What did I miss?" |
Ash thought over the words, their eyes darting around the room as they did. There had to be something he was missing. Not obvious enough that it would have taken him this long to get frustrated over. But obvious enough to give Raphael the enjoyment of his failure. As their eyes roamed the room, they passed over the number of the Othron's minions, heavily armed Merregons lined up with axes at the ready. The words clicked together until the missing piece stuck. |
"Have you told this ... to anyone else?" Ash counted the number of minions mentally. Around a small handful. Not enough to be an issue, without the Orothon. But with him, it would be a tough fight. |
"My men. Brought them here to assist me, they had to hear it. " He spread his arms wide with a grin. |
"See there is your problem." Ash felt their groups" confused gaze on them. "You told them. Remember. Leave none to hear it. ". Ash sang the line in question, a smug smile forming on their face as their plan fell into place. |
"But you always have an audience. someone did hear your song. Your men have heard it. They keep you imprisoned here. Kill them, and that should complete the terms. |
The Orothon paused, as if processing the thought. He slowly turned to his men, raising the crossbow at them. "They barely have a thought among themselves.. but they do have ears. " He grumbles Before ordering them to kill themselves, to send themselves back to the hells. Ash watched in amazement as each of the Merregons turned to the one next to them, and started to hack away at its partner. No screams left them as they hacked and slashed, until the last one dropped to the floor. Dead. One of their axes dropped and hit the floor. Nearly missing slicing into Ash and Shadowheart as it embedded itself into the stone. |
The Orothon shook his head with a disgruntled snort. "I still hear it. Seems your theory is wrong." He aims his crossbow back at Ash. |
"So there is someone else who has heard it. Think." Ash looked around the room. "Surely there must be someone else who has heard this song." Ash watches as the crossbow lowers slightly. Following his gaze, Ash noticed he was gazing sadly at the displacer beast sitting at the back of the room. |
"Kill Nessa." He muttered. Swinging the crossbow towards the beast. It perked its head up as its master paid attention to it. "Stay very still, my beauty.." He says softly before shooting the animal. The hit felling the beast in one hit.He turned to Ash eyes blazing with rage. "I still hear it." He snarled. Aiming the crossbow at them one more time. |
" And there is the final trick. You must end your own life so no one can hear the song." Ash watched as he faltered, before he started laughing. Dropping the crossbow and pulling out a nasty looking short sword. |
"If you are wrong about this, I will claw myself out of Avernus and eat you alive Little rabbit... contract be damned." He lined the sword up with his chest, and Ash felt the sharp burning pain of infernal fire in the back of their mind. Their hands clenched into a fist as they tried not to show the pain gnawing through their head on their face. Their Patron was pissed, and letting his displeasure be known. |
"Nicely played Raphael, Bastard." He snarled before running himself through with the sword. Slumping forward with a gasp. Before he turned into a fine grey powder, that piled on the floor. Ash closed their eyes and winced as the burning pain grew, white hot claws raked their mind as the wave of disapproval washed over them. They got the feeling there would be a punishment for this. |
"You alright solder?" Kalrach's strong but comforting grip drew Ash back, they blinked and gave a weak smile to the taller Tiefling. |
"I'm ok, bit of a headache from some secret spellwork. Had to make sure that worked." Ash pushed down the burning pain, earning more ire from their patron in return. |
"You had me worried there for a moment." Astarion gave them a thankful look. "Well let's get out of here before he does climb out of the hells." |
The party moved on, making their way through the trials of Shar. Things went smoothly, as Shadowheart volunteered to do the tasks. Her devotion to her dark lady shone brightly from her , as she made her way through from room to room. Ash tried to be as supportive as they could. But the Arch Devil raging in their head made life difficult. As they reached the last task, a fight with mirror images of themselves. Ash took a few more hits than they were expecting. Earning worried looks from the others. They brushed it off. Not wanting to cause any worry. |
They had collected all the power orbs needed to operate the lift. After clearing the library and retrieving the Spear of night. The party headed lower. As the lift lowered to the last floor. Ash tried their best to hide the raging inferno in their mind. That last fight had taken a lot out of the warlock, their mental energy being sapped away much quicker. Leading the Tiefling to be hanging by a thread as they made their way to the pools. Karlach stopped Ash from following, but they insisted on being there to support Shadowheart. The red Teifling shot them a worried look before dropping the subject. As they all entered the water. Ash felt a wave of relief hit them as the burning heat in their head dampened. As if being obscured by a thick curtain of night. Ash let out a soft sigh, before heading with the rest to deal with this task of Shar" s. |
They all stumbled out of the doorway to the temple. Well Astarion, Karlach stumbled out. Ash fell flat on their face, the burning infernal pain was back. Before vanishing, leaving them gasping for air as pain rocketed them. Karach helped them to their feet as Astarion forced a healing potion down their throat. The medicinal taste made them gag, as they felt the burning scratch marks that stung their face start to close. |
"Fucking hell's solder what the fuck was that back there." Karlach held tight as Ash felt wave after wave of pain dissipate through them. |
" Patron pissed." Ash's breath came out in pants as they looked around." Where's Shadowheart?" |
On que Shadowheart fell through the doorway, Clutching their hand and screaming in pain. Karlach passed Ash off to Astarion and rushed to pick the screaming elf off the floor. It took a moment to calm Shadowheart down, their writhing and twitching form, slowly relaxed. Her eyes wide as she took gulping breaths. Once she settled, Shadowheart explained that Shar had been furious at her betrayal. Had kept her from leaving until she felt the very force of that fury. |
Ash watched as Karlach picked Shadowheart from the floor, Hooking her legs over one arm, and laying the elf's head on her chest. The Tiefling carried her back to camp. Astarion helping Ash walk. They kept insisting they were fine, only to have Him shush them whenever they complained. He had flung their arm over his shoulder and an arm around their waist,to help them keep upright. The world seemed to keep trying to want the floor to meet their face, as they made their way back. As they grew closer they felt a little better. Reassuring Astarion they were fine, and did not need the help. |
When they got back to the camp at the Last Light Inn, A brilliant white light streaked across the sky. The Nightsong bolted towards Moonrise, towards their destiny. Ash gave a small smile at the sight. Before Karlach's shouts for Halsin drew them back to the ground. Rushing over to where Karlach was shouting. Ash arrived just as Halsin did, the Arch Druid's lips drew tight with worry as he looked over Shadowheart. He advised she rest, as he drew his hand over her. His hand glowing with the soft blue light of healing magic. |
Ash attempted to leave but was stopped by Karlach. "This one need looking at to Bear. They got all funky back in that temple as well." Karlach nudged Ash's shoulder, causing them to stumble into Halsin's side. The large druid took hold of Ash's shoulders and turned them to face him. His gaze roaming over their face. |
"I should look this over. I can heal you if you're hurt." Ash tried to avoid his hazel gaze but failed. |
"I'm fine... honestly, I just overworked myself. Thats all." Ash heard Karlach snort, before she stormed out the room. |
"Lying to yourself is one thing. But your friends care about you deeply. You should be more honest with them." Halsin herded Ash towards a spare bed in the room. Gesturing for them to sit, Ash sighed before sitting on the bed. Moving ached, every muscle in their body had been screaming at them to stop for the last hour. They grin and bare the pain. Using every bit of sheer will... of spite to make it back to camp. Halsin's gaze was warm, as Ash felt themselves caught in his sight. Somehow he always made Ash feel safe.. Ash felt a blush grow over their cheeks and tried to avoid the Druids gaze again. His hands gentle as they moved over them, checking for any breaks or sprains. As he reached out with his magic, he paused. Feeling how weak and drained the connection was. |
"My Patron, an Arch Devil, was displeased by a choice I made. So he punished me for it. I'm not sure its over, but he's quiet.. fror now. " Ash explained, noting that Halsin's brow rose. |
"I thought there was a touch of hell about you. But an Arch Devil..." He trailed off tilting Ash's head from side to side. "You do truly love to play with fire little one." He said with a deep chuckle. |
Ash smiled tiredly. "I'll be fine. Just some sleep, and I'll be good to go." Ash lay back on the bed, and watched as Halsin pulled a blanket over them. |
"Get some rest. I'll let the others know what's going on." He turned to quietly leave the room. "You are not alone in this. The others will understand your pain, and will support you in your time of need." He paused. "I know I will be at your side, should you need it." He nooded. Shutting the door gently behind him. Ash lay on their back, thinking over Halsins words, before drifting of to sleep. |
When they awoke, Ash found Astarion sat on the edge of the bed. His hand held theirs gently, as if not to wake them. His eyes darted to theres. "You're awake. "He did not let go of their hand, but shifted to sit up more straight. "I wanted to thank you. For agreeing to that devil's plan." |
"I also should thank you both." Raphael's voice purred out of nowhere, causing both the Vampire spawn and the Tiefling to jump out of there skin. There lounged against the wall behind Astarion, Was Raphael. Arms crossed against his chest as he observed the two's panicked look. "My what a scene." He places a hand to his chest with a smirk. "So touching..." |
Ash pushed back the blankets that covered them and jumped to their feet. "Deals done Raphael, He's dead." |
The devil let out a melodic laugh. "Ah yes so I saw. I heard a very interesting tail from his disgruntled lips. How a small hellion with a silver tongue talked their way around his mind, and convinced him to end his life- and that of his minions." He gave a polite clap. "I must say you do not disappoint little mouse. It was quite impressive to watch. And I have watched it repeatedly." He moved closer to the bed eyes never leaving Ash's face. Coming to a stop before touching the wooden frame. |
"Our deal is complete little Vampling. Your lovely scars tell a grim tale of woe. One rite. Seven spawn, seven souls to sell. Their collector is the Arch Devil Mephistopheles The reward. Why the powers only a vampire could ever dream about. The sun not turning them to dust, the desires of men returned. The never ending hunger, stated. This is what awaits Cazador Szarr at the completion of his Ascension." |
Ash watched Astarions face darken, as the devil explained the terms. "So you're telling me, that Cazador carved a part of a deal in my back, only to use me in a ritual to become an- a what..an exalted Vampiric master." He spat out, his hands balling to fists at his side. |
"That is exactly what he plans to do. But who is to say that it is him who should get the reward." Raphael tapped the bedframe with his finger. "But our deal is done, and I wish to discuss something with our little warlock here.. in private." His eyes burned into Astarion, almost like a challenge. Astarion nodded, before leaving quickly. His face was clouded by the news he just heard. |
"I hear you had a rough time, little mouse. Angering an Arch Devil, and making it out alive. Quite impressive." Raphael perched himself on the edge of the bed frame. Before taking in Ash's dishevelled look. |
"What do you want?" Ash sighed. "I'm too tired to deal with dancing around." They sat back heavily on the bed. |
"No games I promise little mouse. I was wanting to see the damage done for myself. And congratulate you on such a feat. It seems you never fail to impress." |
Ash narrowed their eyes at him. "Ok you want something." Ash flicked their tail in annoyance. " All this flattery since you met me. How am I that impressive?" |
Raphael placed a hand on their leg, the blanket blocking his touch. "Is it wrong to admire an impressive weaver of deception. When I first laid eyes on you, I knew you had.. potential. You have gone from a scared child, blossoming into a hellion. But I wonder how far you will go." His eyes twinkled in the light as he leaned closer. "But I shall leave you to rest. We shall meet again I hope. I shall be awaiting your next move. What choices you make, to continue with this fascinating play. " With a puff of Cherry scented smoke. He was gone. Leaving Ash to ponder his words. |
After what must have been a solid month of travel, the party had finally made it. They had survived the Shadow-cursed lands. Re-uniting Thaniel and Oliver together, the two halfs safe to play together. The undead abomination that's death grip caused the curse to take root was no more. His body a bloody mess after Dame Aylin ground his bones to dust. With one third of the Dread Three taken care of, the next step was clear. Find the others, Gortash and some weird pale woman, and put a stop to their plans. Ash had suggested they travel part way to the city with the Refugees, making sure the displaced Teiflings made it past any lurking dangers the road might chuck at them. The Arch Druid, Halsin, had joined the party as well. His vow to Ash before he had left them alone to heal was a serious offer. The Druid had put down his mantle of leader, and pledged to fight under their banner, to help destroy the looming threat. As the group parted from the Refugee party, making sure the road ahead was clear. Ash kept their eyes on the horizon, the looming silhouette of the city drew closer. |
Ash had thought getting into the city would be the easiest thing they have done to date. But even asking for that, was apparently too much. The fates must be having a field day, randomly throwing dice and piling obstacle after obstacle at the adventurers. First it was the blatant hatred towards anyone who even looked like a Refugee. The sneers and glares set Ash on edge. They were used to getting the odd person watching them. Ash's appearance did make them stand out in a crowd. A pale grey skinned Tiefling, with raven black hair. Two mismatched eyes, a large scar running over their face and neck. Their lithe frame is covered with an all black robe, and dark brown pants. But this feeling was different... |
They had spent some time investigating the crowd. Finding some of the Refugee party stuck in Rivington, the Flaming Fist and the new Steel watch refused to let anyone cross to Wyrm's crossing unless they paid. Then there was a bloody murder they looked into. A poor priest of Ilmater killed, and even more suspicions passed down to those who needed the temple's aid most. Ash had agreed to help the priestess to talk to Investigator Valeria and look into the crime. The investigation took longer than Ash had wanted. The party a had agreed to split up, as the murderer ran across the city leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. Ash thought that splitting up and scouting around for any signs of the villain would make things easier. The party thankfully caught up to him in Facemaker's Boutique. Working quickly the murderer was finally stopped. His dead body proof enough to Gauntlet Devella that a Bhall plot was a foot in the city. Running around half the city, to make sure no one else died, left the group exhausted. Astarion had suggested they rest in one of the taverns. The allure of beds, a hot meal, and a bath sold the deal. |
Once settled in the Elfsong. Rooms paid for and bathing facilities organised. The group began to relax. Halsin looked a little agitated being this far away from nature. |
"Are you sure your going to be ok Master Halsin?" Ash asked, sitting opposite the Druid at one of the many tables in the bar area. Astarion and Karlach sat with them, drinking and absorbed in their own conversation. |
The druid gave a weary smile. "I must admit it has been an age since I last set foot in a city. It is.. a bit overwhelming. But I shall endure. We have a task ahead of us." Ash nodded their head in agreement, taking a sip of the warm drink they had ordered. The herbal smell of the tea made them homesick. The small group returned to quiet discussions about the upcoming plans. Astarion wanted to look into a flop house, to find his siblings. Karlach wanted to have words with Gortash. After a while of discussing plans Ash excused themselves. Heading upstairs to one of the washrooms available. |
The room was moderately sized, a large brass tub sat a bit in front of a medium fireplace, Fire crackled in its hearth as steam gently swirled from the lip of the tub. The walls and floor were panelled in dark wood, and candles that were spread across the room, added to the comforting atmosphere. Ash let out a deep breath and walked over to the tub. They stripped from their travelling clothes and kicked off their boots, before sinking into the water. Its warmth relieved the deep ache in their muscles. Ash leaned back with a consent sigh. Their head slipped slightly under the water as they relaxed. |
They stayed like that for a moment. Allowing the warmth to spread all over them. Before re-emerging from below the surface. As they settled back against the tub, Ash looked over their left palm. They were lucky their outfit had long sleeves that covered their palm. Hiding the jagged infernal scar from prying eyes. They thought back to what they could remember of that night as they idly brushed their thumb over the wound. Shadowheart's face had been full of worry as they had found them- well their patron controlled body, as he forced them to carve his mark into their palm. The next day had been... awkward. Having to explain to their travel companions that sometimes, their patron likes to take control and have fun using Ash as a flesh puppet. They shuddered at the thought. To Ash's surprise, the party had not demanded Ash's head at the revolation. Their concerned looks washed over Ash as they had explained to them. Karlach had pulled them into a quick hug. Muttering about " Devil assholes and their fucked up deals. before offering to kick their patrons ass if they did that again. Astarion and Wyll had been the most understanding. Wyll's patron had caused them no end of trouble. Whereas something about the way Astartion looked at them shone with the understanding of someone who also had, for a long time not had control of their own actions. Ash flicked the water with their scarred hand. They hated to admit it but Halsin was right. Their.. friends had accepted their pain and offered aid. |
The creek of floor boards pulled Ash out of their thoughts. Moving to sit in a plush chair that had once housed their clothes. Now sat a familiar Devil. He looked over the neat pile of clothes, now resting on the table beside him. His elegant fingers run over the fabric of their outer robe. He gave a sharp tut as he let the robe drop from his fingers. "I would have taken you for more of a silks person. Cotton is too ..bland." His gaze shifted from the clothing to the now hunched over Tiefling. Ash had pulled their knees up to their chest. The water lapped at their thighs as they shifted to cover themselves from the burning gaze. |
"Will you please stop sneaking up on me!" Ash shot him a glare. "Can't you see I'm trying to have some privacy." Their cheeks flushed, a mixture of the heat and the situation they found themselves in, spread across their face. |
"Oh come, little mouse." Raphael purred, taking off his jacket and folding it, to lay nearly next to the pile of Ash's clothes. "It is not anything I have not seen before." His deep chuckle filled the room, as he watched Ash's blush darken. |
"What do you want? come to get beaten at another child's dice game." Ash snickered at the hazy memory of that drunken party they had convinced Raphael to play a few rounds of Rollies. "I don't have my dice on me right now.. so perhaps another time. You know, when I'm not bathing." |
The devil crossed one lean leg over the other, leaning back in the chair with a sly smile. "As much as I did enjoy your game little mouse. I would much rather find other ways to learn about you." He purred a sly grin spread over his face. |
"Honestly there is not much exciting about me." Ash mumbled, |
"But you sell yourself short little mouse. A life that began with woe, only for you to rise above that adversity. Clawing your way from despair and flourishing into the hero many have praised you to be."He paused tilting his head in thought. "I wonder, when the bards sing your ballad, will they leave out the cosy little deal you made with an Arch-devil." |
Ash flicked their tail as best they could in the cramped position they held themselves in. "You still have not told me why you are here." Their breath came out in an annoyed huff. |
"After our last encounter, I retired to my House of Hope and pondered. What deal must you have with your Patron?. It took some digging, but I flushed it out. Tell me little mouse, what do you know of your contract with the archdevil Metastophalies?" |
Ash paused, thinking back to that night years ago. The blurry memory of a small child hastily scribbling on an unfurled parchment greated them. The text of the scroll is blurry and unreadable, through the child's eyes. "Not much, only what I was told. That I must gather information and pass it on." Ash said with a shrug, eating a surprised look from Raphael. |
"Are you saying you did not read your contract? I must say that was quite foolish of you." He paused at Ash's glare from over the lip of the tub. |
"It's not that I didn't read it.. I could not read it." They said quietly. "Barely could sign the blasted thing." Ash frowned as the memory of that night played out further. They shook their heads chasing away their memories. "Why is this relevant?" |
"Why, it is relevant indeed. Contracts are a consensual agreement- between two willing parties. Coercion may be used. But the individual signing must do so of their own, fully consenting, free will." A toothy grin spread across his face as he flourished his hand. "You have just added some juicy context, to aid my developing plan." |
"Ah your idea about "stealing me away from my contract" " Ash let out a dry laugh, watching the devil's face grow serious. He rose slowly from his seat and stalked over to the bathtub. He knelt next to the copper tub. His gaze drifted over the newly exposed skin of the Tiefling in front of him. The pale grey skin of their shoulders , tops of their arms and chest were covered in faded scaring. A circular scar over where their heart would be. Their chest rose rapidly as their breathing hitched. Their eyes widened at the devil's closeness. |
"You have potential. Potential that is wasting away under the neglectful eyes of your patron." He reached out to take Ash's left hand in his, turning it so the scarred palm faced upright. He brushed his thumb over the scarring. Mimicking Ash's own movement. Heat spread through them in waves at his touch. The touch stoking the fire burning inside them. They let out a soft gasp, as The devil leaned his head closer to their palm. Watching Ash through hooded eyes, he slowly drew his tongue over the scarring on their palm. Ash bit their lip to stifle a moan, that threatened to escape. As he pressed his soft lips to the centre of their palm. Pulling back Ash's eyes widened as the scar had vanished. |
"Your patron may mistreat his pets. " He brought the hand back to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss to the back of their hand. " But under my caring hand, you would flourish. You would experience pleasures and pain you long for." He used the hand in his grasp to pull Ash closer to the edge of the tub. His hot breath washed over their face. " I see how you long for it. When you lay in bed sleeping- thinking no one can hear you stifle those sweet moans of yours." He purred as Ash tried to hide their gaze from him, He reached out his other hand to force their gaze back to his face. His hand slowly trailing down to the column of their neck. His fingers tighten around their throat holding the Warlock in place. |
"How you writhe, chasing your release. I could teach you how to reach new heights." He brushes his thumb against their neck. "I will break you. Burn away all that you are.. use the ashes to mold you into something truly awe inspiring." His eyes burned hotly, as they held their gaze. "I may even higher a painter to capture your passion." He leaned closer and brushed his lips against Ash's. The hungry press of his soft lips drew a gasp from Ash, his firm grip held them in place as he stole a kiss from the Tiefling. He deepened the kiss, using his grip on Ash's throat to assert that he was in control. Ash moaned against his lips, as they felt his sharp teeth nip against their bottom lip. His tongue dominated their mouth. demanding everything Ash could give. His fingers tighened ever so slightly, as the passion of their embrace spread through out both of them. |
He pulled back with a smirk, a thin trail connected the two briefly. He observed the Warlock in his grasp. Their eyes clouded with lust, cheeks painted with a heavy blush. He slowly released his grip on Ash. "I shall not demand your commitment now. I have residence in Sharess Caress...Find me there, and we can continue our conversation. I feel we have much to discuss." His eyes twinkled with mischief. He took hold of Ash's chin and pulled them back in for another deep hungry kiss. |
Ash thought he was going to consume them with how hungry his lips moved against theirs. His lips stole their whispered moans, as he fed from their lips. Ash had to restain from reaching out with a damp hand, and take hold of his white shirt. He pulled back abruptly with a growl. "Don't keep me waiting." His voice was sharp, full of lust. He gave one last smirk at the site of the deshevelled Warlock, before vanishing. Leaving behind the pleasant scent of Cherries, musk and a hint of Sulphur. |
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