"Stay with the carriage, protecting the lords property. What awaits is not for your ears." Eid hastily instructed his mercenary soldier. Considering that he was the only sane soldier left, that would be most wise. Already the sense of death and cold blackness pervading the air, openly inviting them both into the belly of the beast.
Then a sudden music could be heard, an alluring choir of deep musical violin strings, followed suit with a sudden yet very loud organ. The sound of impending doom setting the mood, as their feet crossed dark onyx plated stone's within corrupted fairy light. The fairies had noticed them now, and humming with the music they came down like a swarm of bees, eyeing the lord and his entourage with jealous, dark eyes, incapable of retracting their evil grins.
Like little perverted demons they were like miniature females aside from their devilish face's. Finally their skeleton guides stopped, in the middle of another huge hall, on the other side. A giant singular chair fitting of a giant, sat a corpse, dressed in finest silk. As if it finally had reason to move, Lord Ravenfrost rose. His crown balancing on the verge of falling off. Like a rotting zombie, walking down the step's towards his price.
The music stopped when he reached bottom, finally able to touch her. Skin towards skin, pressing his vile palm against her face. "You have done well, Lord Sutherland. I'd be a fool to not honor our..." He stopped there, surrounding Dianatia in a purple light, forming a dark pattern on her skin. "agreement." Souls rising from the edge's of every pillar, green cloud's resembling humanity, laughing at them or sneering defiantly at him. Their lord trough undead.
"My appearance and magical power has seen better day's. Having been sealed and in chased within this frozen fortress has weakened me significantly. However." Then Dianatia rose from her unconscious state, fixated upon him, why did she stubbornly refuse the inevitable? "It is too late dragoness, you have lost and it is once again my victory."
A rapid arm movement, banishing her soul from the body slowly her spirit seeping out, a dark blue dragon trashing about while invisible black chains from his left wall dragging her away, the body going limp but still standing tall.
Laughing at her futile efforts to retaliate while his green corrupted self infected the body, his former shell vanishing like dust in the wind until it was nothing left. "Forgive the delay, I desired this body for a long long time and now it is mine." Panting heavily as if she had been running all day, the body collapsing. Kneeling in defeat, yet with victorious eyes.
"My services and advice will be yours if you want them. Consider my servitude as payment for your actions or demand another price."
Meanwhile
The driver changed appearance, much younger now. Almost as if his body started to age backwards in rapid succession and growing animalistic trait's. a set of furry leg's ripping open the leather boot's while hair grew everywhere, grey hair with white and black like a raccoon and then the face became slightly deformed.
The chest and hips larger and more female in nature. Pulling out a staff from nowhere while observing the mercenary. "The name be Jil'daas, I has many form's.."
Smiling invitingly to the brotheri, he seemed like a stoic fellow not believing his eyes. Threading corrupted ground and probably despising it. " 'ther be no reason ta fear corruption and darkness. Ma earth welcomes decay and death. It's just another part of ther cycle."
Jil had longed for proper male company in awhile, eyeing Reym longingly the shifter's left hand dissapearing down into her own pant's, giving into female desire. "It's just that I ave'nt met someone as hot as you fer a long time." Stepping closer, imposing the scent of arousal upon him little by little. Pulling out a wet hand back out from tight leather pant's. "Please?"
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