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The Devil's Consort

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215

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The Devil's Consort

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215

Is that what you want it to be? Says a small voice in my head, flitting about with silvery laughs through my mind. More? Do you want more, Elowyn? 

The Devil's Consort

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215

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The Devil's Consort

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215

Puffing out a breath, I recline back on my seat. In recent days, if not hours, I have learnt that Ithuriel is not such a simple man as I had anticipated: not one that can be judged by wrong doing, or right. His motives are complex, and while he often embarks on something with the right idea and the intention to be protective for the sake of goodness, it often turns out differently. I think he is only just beginning to learn that about himself now. But I cannot hate him for it.

When Blood Runs Cold

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215

It has only been a few days, and the loss of her presence is already becoming to great a weight to bear. Who would have thought that the Scarlet Prince turned King would break down over something as seemingly insignificant as love? Or perhaps it is simply the toil and the stress of the day grinding at my bones.

When Blood Runs Cold

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215

An involuntary grimace flashes across my face at these words. All things considered, I can hardly trust the word of my people any more, for from an array of ancient and avid vampire haters, the only information I would be getting from them is one of falsity rather than facts. They told me that I should be afraid of these creatures, that there was nothing worse in the world than the monsters of stone and ice- how wrong they were. I expect back then they didn't anticipate their marionette of a Queen to be married to the high Prince of the vampires, (I suppose I didn't either), but the fact remains that the words and tales of my people cannot be presumed as true. It has been 3000 years since an angel and a vampire have met on any other terms than the battlefield of war. It's high time that changed.

When Blood Runs Cold

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215

Soren pulls me back slightly, his hands on my shoulders, eyebrows raised to a look of quizzical puzzlement and faint amusement. Absently, he brings a hand up to trace my jaw, his fingers running across the roundness of my face and the slight raise of my cheekbones. Eventually, they stop at the lips, pressing against my soft plump lips as his eyes meet mine, the silence between us deafening. There is a look of rigid concentration on his face, his lips moving in silent speech, mulling over his words. I consider saying something, anything, to try and break him from his dazed adventuring of my features (though secretly another part of me does not protest the action), until at last Soren says:

When Blood Runs Cold

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215

"You would be correct, your initiative is strong, my Queen. Azrael did indeed have a hand in designing this section of the labyrinth, though it was only much later in his life. There was never anything truly remarkable about that boy as a child. His powers seemingly flourished one day and then overnight he became one of the most powerful vampires in Faey- one of the most sybaritic too," he says, lowering his eyes to me to stare down his long, straight nose, offering me a knowing look. A faint shudder runs through me at the thought.

When Blood Runs Cold

Fantasy · Wolfgirl1215