The thread woven between her fingers dripped with ichor. Dense, black mist hovered around it, extinguishing any shred of light that dared to pass through it. She heaved an exhausted and remorseful sigh . "Does she not bode well?" A soft voice asked from her left. "No." Hecate replied as the thread faded from her grasp. "I am afraid this child is lost." "Every child becomes lost, but in time her feet will bring her back to the proper path." Another voice chipped in, slightly deeper in octave and stronger than the other. "I believe this time she is gone for good." Hecate said. She broke away from their formation and peered around her dimly lit temple. Sconces flared softly on either side of the aisle that lead to the stone steps of her altar. "What power does she wield?" Hecate turned to the soft tone of voice that belonged to Artemis. Two hounds sat at her feet. Still as statues, but their eyes shifted about. "It is Necromancy." Hecate informed her. Artemis looked away with disda

Power surged through his veins. Dark and sinister magic sparked his nerves. His temples ached painfully as his horns protruded forth from them. The flesh over his shoulder blades tore apart as wings sprouted from them. Black and shimmering like a raven's. His leather pants grew tight as his cock hardened. He pulled himself away sharply and pushed Rayleigh back as he crawled backward until he pressed up against his bed. Rayleigh looked confused, if not a bit dazed, after the kiss. Once her eyes cleared up, they widened and looked him over. "What?" she asked breathlessly. "Don't come near me." he warned her, surprised at himself to hear a tremor in his voice. "No. What happened to you?" She said more sternly after she found her voice again. "I don't know." He told her honestly. "This doesn't normally happen." He said as he got to his feet and gave her distance. Rayleigh got to her feet next. "It happened before, though." She reminded him. He recalled the delectable taste of her

It felt like ages since Zalakai left her alone. She sat on the bed with her back against the headboard. Rayleigh wrapped her arms around her knees and dove into her thoughts. It felt as if she had been in Hell for a couple of days, but did time work differently down here? Did a single day actually mean a week had gone by? A month? Maybe even a year? Unable to understand time below ground was mindboggling to her. Aside from that, there was that peculiar connection she had with Zalakai before he left. The idea of a Human and a Demon having any kind of intimacy was blasphemy. And yet... She groaned as she turned over and laid down on the bed. The silk sheets rubbed against her skin. It tingled a bit. Exhaustion settled in. When was the last time she actually slept? Ever since she woke up chained to this very bed, it had been an endless wave of torture. Her eyes fluttered shut, but the images and sensations of Zalakai's tongue buried inside of her prevented her from sleeping. She clutch

There was a throbbing in her skull when she finally came to. The scent of mildew and moss filled her senses as her eyes fluttered open and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The cold, damp stone floor is layered with straw, with a pile tucked off into the corner with a thin blanket draped over it. A small wooden bucket sat beside the makeshift bed. Moss painted the grey stone walls. No windows. Bars blocked her in the small space, with the only light given to her were torches positioned in their metal holdings. Trapped like a caged animal. Karmina pushed herself to her feet when she noticed the golden glow of shackles binding her wrists together. She tugged against the restraints, but to no avail. "You are awake." A soft, calm voice drew her attention back to the bars. A figure stepped out from around the corner, adorn in a bluish grey cloak with the hood shadowing her facial features. "Who are you? Where am I?" Karmina questioned angrily. The individual stopped in front of the

I can hear her sweet whispers beyond that door. The sweet, honey-dripped words tangled around his mind. They tugged him closer, but he restrained himself. Yet, with each passing day, her siren voice continues to call to him and each passing day he felt himself yearning to go to her. Zalakai's warnings continue to haunt him, but her voice would mute him out. Just how much longer should he torture himself? Nol...There she was again. Calling his name like a long-lost lover. Even now, as he stared at the door, tied down by golden chains, he felt her. Trapped. Vulnerable. Hungry. All he had to do was reach out to it and the door would open from his touch. He and Zalakai were the only ones who had access to her prison. He was trusted with the power to hide her away. But the longer he stood there, the longer he questioned his loyalty. Nol..."You cannot sway me, Witch." Nol retorted, angry with himself at the tremble in his voice. There was a low, soft chuckle from within. Come to me..