A light giggle escaped her soft lips at the sight of the man before her blushing at her terribly shameful innuendo she made of his threat. He should have known better than to use a word full of mixed meanings and could be taken in, or morphed into, such a wrong way. Her enjoyment slowly erased itself from her visage as he seemed to truly become angered, his expression dark and irate. Without any movement from his body the floor burst to life in an instant, icy pillars and spiky posts destroying the peace all around Lasciel as he set off another display of power similar to what she had walked in on. However this time the power was centered towards her, and it was full of malicious emotions, a hatred for her that even she knew not where it came from.
Along with the frozen deathtraps around her, a dark clouded began to form over head. She wasn't sure what the cloud was for, maybe to create a violent storm of ice or snow, but she did know that it had been created at the same time as his display of power. This gave the angel-demon a clue that he was even more furious than she originally thought, with a storm brewing above them and the clouds pitch-black, they were ominous, and would have sent a shiver down her spine if the angel were in control of her at the moment. The demon in her felt no fear, feeling just as powerful as the man despite being in her weakest form. She couldn't help it for she wouldn't be a good demon if she weren't a cocky bitch all the time, playing games with all her "prey".
As the angel persona took over and sincerely apologized for the demon's actions, without actually saying it was the demon's fault, the owner of the citadel roughly shoved his hands into his pockets, and for a moment, as she waited through an agonizingly long silence, she thought he wouldn't believe her apology due to her counterpart being brazen in her dealings with him. Thankfully he accepted her apology, and the clouds covering the neverending ceiling dispersed. The storm was over, leaving Lasciel safe for the moment, or so it seemed.
The man was lost in deep thought, rubbing his temples as if he were making a terrible business deal with an annoyingly persistent shop. His actions almost caused the girl, now being controlled by the angel within her, to cock her head slightly, in a confused manner, but she bit her tongue and held back her actions, deciding that not moving at all may be better than reacting to his inner turmoils. She didn't want to disturb or burden him more than she already has. Seconds, although it felt like hours for the weary angel, he descended to the floor as the ice slowly thawed away, probably leaving water puddles where it melted unless there was a drain for it to flow to.
He spoke up, this time commanding her instead of threatening her, and she obliged obediently, following him in the direction he had motioned to. Her eyes widened and she audibly gasped as they passed through the chamber and entered a massive room, full of golden shiny coins and people going through and counting the money, the blues and blacks of their attire contrasting to the hoards of gold around them. Lasciel had never seen such riches before as her large gaze traveled around the room, taking in anything and everything she could see. Everything was new and different, various treasures unimaginable to mind were buried within the yellow mountains and she wondered where he had gotten such precious items.
Showing her this room brought out the child side of her for a few moments, her imagination springing to life as she envisioned what he had to go to obtain the items in the room, until he breached the silence with his deeper voice. His six words were all the demon needed to hear to instantly fight for control as he offered for her to take what she wanted and leave. It was finally her chance, the one her demonic persona had been waiting for since they first entered and she heard the soft, barely above a whisper, sound of metal clashing. She had instantly known it was money, and deducted by typical lore that Aeizith's beastly form had to have been of a dragon, for they always are depicted as hoarding mounds upon mounds of gold in ancient lore. The demon eventually won out against the angel yet again, her human form deciding to follow the darker path instead of the lighted way.
Her gaze shifted from the gold surrounding them to the table in the middle of the ledge. She wasn't quite interested in taking any of them, but they had caught her eye as she scanned the room. He had to value them in some way for them to be separated from his gold and other treasures, and the mischievous demon wanted to know what made them so special. The first thing she spotted was a giant reptilian scale, although she had her beliefs it was a dragon's scale because of her earlier assumptions about Aeizith, leaning against the leg of the desk. Lasciel didn't know nearly enough about the lore of other species to know why he treasured a dragon scale, so she could only make guesses about what it could be used for. Perhaps, she thought, it was a trophy, and proof of his power as a dragon, that he had gotten by defeating a stronger dragon. Or perhaps it fell off of him and to keep it safe from the misuse of others, he kept it tucked away in his chamber of the tower. Her lastly guess was that it belonged to a lover of his, a memento of a love he once had but now was gone. The second object, sitting nicely atop his desk, was a small wooden box, engraved with jewels on the outside. She wondered momentarily what the gem inside looked like, but despite her yearning for the finest of jewels, she was held back by her own restraint and that of her second conscience telling her it was a bad idea. Why should she take treasure from a man who could have just shoved her out the door and not even offered her anything? She was not barbaric enough to disregard her honor in such a way as being ill-mannered.
Thus her attention was short lived on the box, and even shorter lived on the book also lying on the desk. She had no interest in such a trivial thing as knowing how much gold he had; what was the point in taking his financial bookkeeper and not the gold itself? She couldn't come up with a legitimate reason herself. Then, with slightly widened eyes, she noticed the small glass dome, and the floating feather encased within. She instantly knew what kind of feather it was, and made quick assumptions about its meaning. The black angel wing hovered innocently in the glass, but it couldn't betray her experienced eyes. Aeizith had known, or gotten a hold of, a very powerful angel's feather, the magic all but oozing from it, figuratively speaking. It was rare for an angel to just give a feather to anyone, so she knew he either bought it from someone close to an angel or was most likely close friends, probably lovers in her eyes, with the angel.
Lasciel turned on her heels after briefly analyzing the feather, getting to the main thing she wanted from the man. "I can pick anything I want, as you said?" She asked rhetorically, stepping to be within arms reach of him, unless he stopped her before she advanced any further, her crimson eyes locking onto his own unless he turned his head or averted her gaze. The playful look back in her eyes and her trademark smirk etched upon her lips couldn't hide her intentions. "Does that mean I can pick you, the most valuable of all the treasures here?" While she spoke she raised her right hand ever so lightly, gently placing the palm on his chest, if allowed to, of course, when she said the word 'you'.
Before he could even respond, or process what she had hinted at, she suddenly jerked back her wrist, granted he didn't slap her hand away or already remove it from his personal space, and scurried back a couple of meters, her face dusted light pink as she became embarrassed by the words she had spoken with the succubus nature in charge. Aeizith would, no doubt, probably find her behavior quite peculier, potentially evening coming to the conclusion that she had bipolar disorder, or something similar. That conclusion was semi-correct, she did have two conscience's in her body, but neither of them spoke and it was more of her feeling drawn to say or do certain things, and then feeling the repercussions of them later.
Lasciel, in her panicked state, tripped on her own feet when she quickly backed away, causing her to tumble to the ground. Her butt crashed to the ground with a quiet thump, and her hands landed to either side of her, with her scythe tightly gripped in her left hand. Her face flushed darker as she slowly rose to her feet, trying to act as if nothing had happened. She winced slightly as she lifted herself off the ground, the faint smell of iron drifting around her as she noticed her left hand had been cut by a sharp corner decoration piece of the ledge. She mentally face palmed at herself for being so clumsy as she glanced at her flesh wound. It was nothing serious, just a medium lengthed cut diagonally across the back of her soft hand, having broken her delicate skin and drawn a small amount of blood.
Turning her attention to the young man the demonic side of her was insistently pursuing, she nervously tried to mend the damage done by her other half, "Ah..I-i am so sorry, please disregard what I said earlier...Likewise, you do not need to give me anything, as I was the one to invade the security of your home..." Lasciel ignored the stinging pain in her left hand as she strengthened her grip around the scythe's handle in her right hand- having switched hands after the wound was brought about. She was preparing to make her leave, not wanting to burden the man any longer.