Emilia could feel the atmosphere of the chamber weigh down upon them both. It was not helping that the giggling, bubbly attitude from before, and the victory they had shared together had disappeared so quickly in the shimmering candle-lid darkness of the room. She could feel the fear of the demoness prickle her skin, unsettle it in the silence before the voice raised her hairs upwards.<br/><br/>She had never heard a man speak so darkly in all her life, not even the doomguard of her grandmother could grunt the tone this warlock master was using. He wasn't even shouting, nor showing any anger in his voice. It just possessed a certain darkness that made the young apprentice swallow hard and bite her tongue in her mouth, wishing she had never stepped foot in this place at all. The sound of voice though, however dark and terrible it was, forced her to look upwards and gaze into his piercing emerald eyes. The fel energy that resided within his body only seemed to flare up that much brighter compared to the overwhelming darkness in the room. But Emmy could see that her master wasn't some old crooked-nose guy with a beard that touched his knees.<br/><br/>He was simply divine to look upon, but behind all that perfect beauty he instilled a certain fear inside her that made her gulp her words and just watched at how her newfound friend was being butchered before her. She followed Abigail, not quite immediately but she made sure to stay right behind her demon friend. It felt more safe than being left alone in the corner of this dark man's room. She could feel his eyes shift over her dishevelled form, something that made her even more uneasy about the whole experience (Other than hearing a demon being put down by mere words alone)<br/><br/>Nevertheless, Emmy felt the need to stick up to her friend when she heard punishment was in order according to Lethendris. She couldn't quite find her voice in time and watched in horror to see the succubus fall to her knees, waiting for some horrible punishment to come. Her mind was racing with thoughts of pure torture and spells they had to endure whilst bleeding on the floor of this study, and it was several seconds after refusing to kneel down, Emmy finally found her voice. She looked up to the long man before her, already noticing the sheer difference in height (something she she had always suffered in her life) and stuttered with a faltering smile upon her soft red lips.<br/><br/>''S-she didn't.. S-she did not seduce me sir.. I-I seduced her.. I-I could not feed those hungry hellhounds my mana.. W-without b-b-being torn apart myself. I-I-I needed-needed her, sir. I-I'm sorry f-for ha-having wa-wa-wasted your time. B-b-but puh-puh-please don't send me back to my grandmother! A-and p-please don't... don't punish Abby!''<br/><br/>Her fists were turning a bright white colour as all the blood drained from her hands while she balled them together as hard as she could. Her whole body trembled of fear, mixed with excitement of having spoken up to this demonic man. She had never been so afraid in her life before, but could feel the courage coursing through her veins. Her chest heaved up and down, stretching the already tight fabric around her well-formed breasts. Adrenaline washed away any sane thoughts she could think about and she suddenly blurted out, with a slightly raised voice.<br/><br/>''It's all the Imp's fault! He wanted to kill me just like all your other apprentices!''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>