Back in her mistress' realm, Amira had kept herself quite busy. Several other of her mistress' angels had been summoned to go pact hunting, much like herself. She eagerly send them off one by one, until only one assignment remained.
She extended her hand onto a black crystal, it fluctuated dark energy, before it broke open revealing a black mirror like contraption. She swirled her hand through it. ''Reveal the summons.''she murmured and the crystal obeyed, revealing an old, wrinkly looking man dressed in a trench coat praying..
she laughed, clearly amused by this. Had he no idea a dark soul like his would only gain the attention of demons and their ilk? she assumed he either did not know or did not care. She spread her wings, an amused giggle passing her lips. ''Very well then, I shall humor you.'' With that her wings folded around her, black energies surged and within a split second only some feathers remained, carried downward by the draft she left behind.
As she arrived in an explosion of black energy, just a few steps behind the man her wings spread. A bemused smirk spread across her face as she saw the paladins. She stepped closer to the man, her back turned toward the paladins as she kneel'd in front of him, placing her hands on his face, the leathery gloves rubbing against his aging skin.
''My my, you found a tome of my mistress' arts... to wield it so well... consider me impressed.''
Her voice was soft and gentle, as she slowly retracted her fingers folding her wings and turned toward the Paladins, gazing at her in pure terror.
''You must feel unlucky, knowing that an fallen archangel has come to answer this man's summons, don't worry.. I'll end you swiftly.''
She nudged her head, not even moving as black energies swirled toward the Paladins, seeping into their skin. She had clearly lied as their screams of agony filled the area when black flames erupted from them, falling to their knees in pure agony as their bodies burned away slowly. She waited for them to die a slow death, before extending her hand collecting the souls of the four now dead paladins.
She seemed in excess as she looked at the small orbs floating along her fingers, a smirk crossing her lips as she looked down on them. She could not wait long however and parted her lips, the souls screaming as the were plopped in her maw, before being silenced by her throat. She sighed, a rather aroused look on her face ''Mymyria... their pure souls taste like pure bliss~'' she almost sung the words before turning her gaze to the old man.
She stepped up to him once more, placing her hands on his face as she had done before, caressing him gently.
''Thank you for the amazing dinner.. consider your dept paid.. tenfold, now.. what can I do for you?''
She smirked at the man, placing her finger under his chin.
''For this feast... you may have anything you desire.''
