Mary
*Finally, something for the Sisterhood.*

It had been quite a long while since Faelyth last took up a contract for the Sisterhood of Salvation, though it was less of a contract and more of a- *Expression of assurance.* The Mother had requested Faelyth specifically, funnily enough, leaving the dark elf more than ready to prove herself to her gracious leader. At The Sinful Rose, an aasimar woman with no wings had managed to stir up a bit of a disturbance at the brothel, requesting services with little to no discrepancy for those simply there for pleasure. Some knew not the ulterior services offered at The Sinful Rose, services of drugs or even murder if you knew a way in to request them. This, *Jerala Amiel* Seemed to be a bit naive to how things worked in the underworld of Lazaroth and the Sisterhood. Though, getting in with such dark matters was hard enough as it is, and now a message was needed to be sent.

The sun had just nestled down over the horizon, allowing darkness to fill the sky and city Faelyth now found herself in. Findara, a place the dark elf hadn't visited in quite some time. Luckily, she made it a mission to know exactly where to go ahead of time, which was a lot easier when your target was of noble blood. Jerala's home was exquisite, a large manor of lavish design. Standing high above the ground on the roof of an adjacent building, Faelyth watched quietly and patiently for movement. She had camped out the aasimar's home for the past two days, allowing herself to get acquainted with the times that guards would change out for others. It was like watching a clock tick by, one second after the other, each vital to the success of Faelyth infiltrating the Amiel families manor. *Tick, tick, tick, tick-..."*

*Now.*

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Two guards posted outside of the manor's gates were soon approached by two others, and small talk soon followed. This would transpire for at the very least two minutes, which would be more than enough time to slip in via rooftop. Sliding down the shingles of the adjacent building Faelyth had been watching from, the momentum from her slide would allow her to leap across to a small balcony attached to the manor. Silently landing into a roll on the balcony, Faelyth quickly stood and pressed herself against the wall before peeking back down at the guards to see if her presence had been discovered. The guards continued to chat, and a smirk arose on the dark elf's face beneath her mouth and nose covering. Peeking around the wall into the room attached to the balcony, the darkness within made it quite inviting for an assassin to sneak through. Allowing her eyes a moment to adjust, Faelyth saw no movement within, and this stepped through the threshold from the balcony into the room.

A fireplace lay quiet and dark against the far wall, parallel to a large and lavish bed. This very likely could have been Jerala's room, but with no sign of the aasimar Faelyth simply had to keep looking. Dressed in all black with a mouth and nose covering and a hood over her head, her intentions would not be hidden should she be spotted. It was obvious she was either a thief or an assassin, but for now she seemed to be safe to move through the manor, in search of her target Jerala Amiel.
Heather
*It had been a few weeks since Jerala had made a show of herself at the Sinful Rose, the plan had been simple, pretending to be a naive noble looking for help with services that lurked within the shadows while not having the slightest clue of how to go about it. In her opinion she had performed her act well in no small part thanks to the fact that it wasn't all an act, she of course knew very little about the Sisterhood. Her spies had told her all they knew about the mysterious organization but despite her influence she was a noble from Findara and her reach and information in a different kingdom left her wanting. She couldn't complain of course, that was a key reason as to why Lazaroth was chosen, she could walk the streets without raising as many eyebrows as she would in her home kingdom and she could risk being seen dabbling in the world of the shadows knowing that by the time information of it reached home it would metamorphosed into half truths and misremembered stories.

The second part of the plan had not gone as smoothly as she had hoped, she had assumed a member of the sisterhood would have tracked her back to her resting place but they didn't... Not that she'd noticed at least and as such she made her way home after a few days, deciding to let them come to here there. It was a risk putting her family in danger like this and one her mother would certainly have admonished her for but Jerala was nothing if not ambitious. She meticulously placed sensors around the manor, waiting for the day a member of the sisterhood would come and it seemed today as the moon hung high in the sky and the traces of a coming storm painted the clouds, they had finally come.*

*Jerala waited in her room, sitting comfortably in the grasp of a couch pressed against the far wall of her quarters. When anyone looked upon it, they would of course not see the woman but simply the furniture she sat upon and nothing more. An invisibility illusion was one of the first spells her mother had taught her and it remained her favorite for as a child she used it to prank the servants by jumping out of shadows and scaring them and as an adult she could watch her enemies plot while unseen.

When the sister landed in the room Jerala could not help but be impressed, she barely made a sound as she moved, covered in all black like the incarnation of death itself. How unfortunate then that today there shall be no souls claimed. She watched as the sister gazed around the room, it was immaculate for certain but not wasteful of space. Jerala's love for efficiency showed even here with the small library of books she kept organized firstly based on genre then on the dates of publication.

It seemed as if the individual had decided that she was not present in the room, despite that being her intention, she could not let the woman explore the rest of the manor, though she doubted they would be seen, the risk of that happening and as a result senseless death ensuing upon either party was not a worthy risk. She had to be stopped now. Jerala pulled in a breath called upon Alixx, the golden serpent which lay dormant within her necklace, it didn't matter how many times she did it, summoning the beast always left her uneasy, it was an unfeeling, uncaring and selfish creature and yet she held it close to her at all times within her necklace, a reminder of what she hoped not to become yet could possibly already be.*

*At her mind's touch, the familiar pushed against this plain of existence as if reality were an elastic material, space bending and folding to give it form. First she saw the cylindrical shape of the snake, fully transparent and nearly invisible at first but as the seconds went by it became more opaque as hues of gold fell upon its scale. Soon, Alixx was curled along her arm like living rope, waiting for an order with an inhuman hunger that made her skin crawl. All this was hidden to the woman within the room with her of course, she had been careful to ensure the familiar was invisible to all but her. 

As far as orders went, this would be a simple one to give the snake. All Alixx had to do was slither along the floor and towards the woman, enlarging itself then wrapping around her and constricting her movement. Jerala simply had to ensure that she didn't lose control over the cruel beast while it did this which could lead to a series of events that would lead to the death of a potentially useful person and as such she gave it its orders and Alixx began to follow them.*
Mary
Stopping dead in her tracks when the flicker of magic appeared in the corner of her eyes, Faelyth's entire body seemed to tense. Shooting her eyes over to the source, they quickly widened when a snake headed her way. Thankfully, Faelyth's own pet snake had been left at home, lest this golden beast wished to make both of them a snack. Gasping as the chromancer's eyes began to flare with blue and yellow elemental magic, she raised her hands quickly, ice forming in one and lightning in the other. "Da-..!" Before the magic could leave her hands the snake curled its way around her, growing in size and strength. Wriggling and fighting against it, Faelyth's eyes seemed wide with terror, glowing through the darkness to find a way out if she could. Fighting as best she could, it all seemed for naught. She was caught, like a fly in a web, accept the spider was a snake in this instance, a giant one that could change size at that.

Even through all the chaos, Faelyth seemed to finally recognize a faint shadow or silhouette in the darkness. While she couldn't scream or shout, she could at the very least grunt and groan to hopefully call for some sort of help, but she had a sinking feeling this giant golden beast was some sort of defense mechanism. "Nn..-!" With gloves on her hands, Faelyth simply couldn't rake her nails against the scales of the snake. With her mask over her mouth, she couldn't bite down either. It was hard enough to utilize her magic in such a dark place, as a chromancer needed to see the very colors of their own eyes to cast. She could very well pull color from the snake if she had managed to wiggle a hand free, but that wasn't possible in her predicament. 

"St... Stah- stop..-!" Was all Faelyth could manage. If the snake had some sort of sentience, perhaps it would listen. This was likely a pipe dream however.
Heather
*Alixx was a thing of the supernatural, its scales like panels of rubber upon an elastic surface that seemed only to constrict tighter as the woman fought back against the push, pressing flesh against muscle and muscle against bone. When she screamed for it to stop, Alixx only squeezed harder, it loved the sight of pain and misery and it loved causing it even more. It was only It's master's voice that restrained the beast from turning the woman's inside into a fractured puzzle.*

"You heard her." *Jerala said through the space in between light and darkness that she hid and the familiar ceased squeezing albeit reluctantly. Now that the woman was restricted, Jerala saw no threat to her or her family's safety but just to be sure she made one last move to gaze upon the full extent of the room, once satisfied she melted the illusion. Jerala's form was revealed as the facade melted like an ice sculpture under the mercy of an inferno. The now visible noble sat upon the couch, elegant black dress along her frame like curtains complementing the magnificent decor that was her features, she had hair so white, it seemed to permanently hold a piece of winter within it and eyes of gold that mirrored great aasmir within the stories of old. Her face, even while curled into an expression likened to a predator facing down prey, seemed to hold an irremovable allure to it. No one would refute the claim that Jerala Amiel was a work of art of an assmir, at the very least no one would not for the striking lack of wings upon her back, it was an absence that carried a presence, like a fish without a fin.*

*Jerala got to her feet and eyed the woman, walking up to her slowly, cautiously, one did not make it this far in Findaran politics without being cautious so despite knowing she had all the power in this situation, Jerala maintained a safe distance from the woman, a shark even while out of water could kill a man if they got too close. A chronomancer, she always admired their heterochromia not only for their aesthetic beauty but their practicality, even with oytyx the overseer at her side, there was still a chance that this little encounter would have gone along terribly if she had decided to break in by day. Like gears clicking into place Jerala could paint a perfect picture of the sister at her side in her mind's eye. She could use this individual *

"I can't help but say, i'm impressed," *She smiled and despite her flawless white teeth on display, her demeanor gave them the impression of the grin of a lion. Her voice flowed in unison with the air, having an unmissable tune to it, a trait that may seem flawless and natural but was in fact enforced by her tutors during her formative years* "Not one of my guards spotted you and you barely made a noise, if circumstances were different i would applaud you... But... They aren't." *She eyed the woman as if she'd suddenly had the unfortunate pleasure of stepping upon a lump of dung*. "And, as things stand, you have broken into the home of the Amiel family with clearly sinister intent... What did your little sisterhood think? That the nobles of Findara gorge themselves to exhaustion like pigs and pass out on the floor or are the leaders of the accursed wolve's den that incompetent compared to us?" *The disgust in her voice as she mentioned the kingdom of Lazaroth hung in the air like a cloud of poison.*

*With a gesture from its master the snake released its grip upon the assassin ever so slightly, just enough for it not to hurt and for her to be able to speak. Alixx in its hunger hissed and ran its blood red forked tongue against the assassin's cheek. To the snake, it was a cruelty that Jerala put it so close to prey yet not give it the pleasure of causing it misery.* "You have a very brief window to speak before i make you Allixx's play thing."
Mary
With the slight release of her muscles and bones no longer being squeezed, Faelyth let out a wheeze like gasp. The voice that crawled its way into her ears was alluring and calm, but the circumstances caused Faelyth to not relax in the slightest. Darting her now bloodshot blue and yellow eyes around the room, she finally watched as a magical illusion gave way and a woman emerged from behind it. The two stared for a long moment, Faelyth all but stopping her wiggling and struggling to dance her iris's within the aasimar's. Before she could speak, the lady stood, her frame like a deadly sculpture, ready to kill. In any other circumstance, Faelyth might have viewed the woman as attractive, perhaps even bought her a drink if given the chance. But now, with her life on the line, all she could see was danger sauntering her way.

Faelyth's heart seemed to sink further into her stomach the closer Jerala neared, and it was obvious this was her target after all. Exactly how her Sisters head described her; elegant, beautiful, and with no wings. While Faelyth hadn't seen many aasimar in her day, all she had seen still had their wings upon their back. It was strange, and part of the dark elf wished to know why they had been removed. Perhaps it was a cruel punishment or maybe Jerala herself did the deed. Nevertheless, the alluring voice of the noble woman caused Faelyth to tense, her muscles aching even more under the pressure the snake was applying to her body in addition to her stress.

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The smile was more than unnerving, and while Faelyth's ego did take each compliment even under such duress, the moment Jerala's smile faded was the moment Fae felt her heart nearly burst with fear. Now, Jerala not only spoke poorly of Faelyth's home, but the very Sisterhood that saved her and raised her, protected and loved her. A fury began to build within Faelyth's eyes, forcing its way through the fear like a dam bursting from too much pressure. Even through such rage, Faelyth soon felt the constriction Jerala's beast had around her slightly lessen, and with a gasp she inhaled all the oxygen she possibly could. After but a moment of gathering herself and allowing her muscles to calm once more, the dark elf's glare seemed to continue, but soon a smirk appeared even through the look in Faelyth's eyes.

*A playful deviant, even in the face of her end.*

"You're a smart woman, that much is obvious." The snake's tongue caused a shiver to run down Faelyth's spine. It was one hell of a way to go if this was how died. Steeling herself, Faelyth continued, "You wanted the Sisterhood, well here I am. You would have killed me already if you didn't want me for something. Who do you want killed, hm? A lover who wronged you? Was he who took your wings? I swear I've heard this story before..." Faelyth wasn't playing with fire, she was dancing within an inferno. It was a thrill, but if she was to die, she'd die with a smile on her face, and a scowl on her enemy's.