A Simple Affair by Warneshi
Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 1:42 am
Warneshi sighed as the succubus fawned over his tusks, she bowed and cooed to her master as she carefully applied the magical oils that had restored them to their former glory, cleaning away the charred parts left from his mothers retribution long ago. Soon another of his servants would arrive to carve upon them sacred and ancient demonic runes of power and malice. Warneshi smiled at the thought of the last part.
He could not for some reason however shake the growing feeling of boredom and discomfort that had taken root in his mind. His first few years, the Nether knows not the slowness of time that plagues the mortal realms, he had enjoyed his station. Corruption had been spread to many, and few souls escaped his hungry eye. However always his thoughts had drifted to a very short, yet very significant time in his life, his time under The Grim banners. He did not admit to his fellow demons this feeling, indeed it was weakness and he could show none of that, however he knew soon it would consume him. Running this realm of corruption was not his place anymore, he sought the thrill of the slaughter again, to drain his enemies of their souls while his companions watched, to raise blade with Skash again, to watch in wonder as Regnanetah and Grainger weaved arcane energies with ruthless efficiency. He missed the smell of Pincus and Lupens corrupted souls, and even the reminders of Abric he could not help but long for.
Warneshi eyed his servants, his tusks were finished and he admired the carvings along their surface, the demon was good. Ushering his succubi away he called for his most valued demon. Tristviana was a succubus of untold beauty in a world of perfection. She could steal a mans soul with but her presence and twist the workings of any mans mind, none could resist her. Warneshi eyed her perfect form and gave a grunt of disgust, he saw her for as she really was, a form far from beauty.
"Lissten clossely, I have thingss to attend to elssewhere, I leave thiss place in your care till I return. You can not betray me for your are oathbound so I require no reasssurance of loyalty, but should the workingss of my housse fall from the levelss I have set know that it iss you who sufferss."
Tristviana bowed to her master, she wanted to reach out for him, to take hold of him, such was her love for the demon. The longer he would remain away, the harder she would try to attain him. No others deserved his attention, or his love, only her and she would have it or all others would die.
He could not for some reason however shake the growing feeling of boredom and discomfort that had taken root in his mind. His first few years, the Nether knows not the slowness of time that plagues the mortal realms, he had enjoyed his station. Corruption had been spread to many, and few souls escaped his hungry eye. However always his thoughts had drifted to a very short, yet very significant time in his life, his time under The Grim banners. He did not admit to his fellow demons this feeling, indeed it was weakness and he could show none of that, however he knew soon it would consume him. Running this realm of corruption was not his place anymore, he sought the thrill of the slaughter again, to drain his enemies of their souls while his companions watched, to raise blade with Skash again, to watch in wonder as Regnanetah and Grainger weaved arcane energies with ruthless efficiency. He missed the smell of Pincus and Lupens corrupted souls, and even the reminders of Abric he could not help but long for.
Warneshi eyed his servants, his tusks were finished and he admired the carvings along their surface, the demon was good. Ushering his succubi away he called for his most valued demon. Tristviana was a succubus of untold beauty in a world of perfection. She could steal a mans soul with but her presence and twist the workings of any mans mind, none could resist her. Warneshi eyed her perfect form and gave a grunt of disgust, he saw her for as she really was, a form far from beauty.
"Lissten clossely, I have thingss to attend to elssewhere, I leave thiss place in your care till I return. You can not betray me for your are oathbound so I require no reasssurance of loyalty, but should the workingss of my housse fall from the levelss I have set know that it iss you who sufferss."
Tristviana bowed to her master, she wanted to reach out for him, to take hold of him, such was her love for the demon. The longer he would remain away, the harder she would try to attain him. No others deserved his attention, or his love, only her and she would have it or all others would die.