<i><div style="text-align: center">The world shimmered to life as the thick fog from Luna's mind faded, and what she found would only be the start of the path she must face...​</div></i><br/><br/>It was all too familiar for any mage, the hellish landscaping that twisted and turned through the faint haze of the meta-physical world known as -The Fade-. Shattered buildings sat in abandon upon cliffs, some even remained erect as they stood stubbornly in places that would only force the building to collapse under its own weight. Along with these supposed man-made structures came vast amounts of shattered debris, be it pieces from the building or absent items such as cages or bookcases. The surreal nature of this place had gripped these as well, each item frozen in mid flight and lingered silently, undisturbed, as if time had stood still. To even focus on its detail from afar seems impossible here, as a heavy blur only became even more worse the harder you tried.<br/><br/>The key symbol of the Fade however was its own supposed -watermark-; The Black City. The Black City sat high above the realm which Luna stood, far in the distance to remain a solid, midnight silouette that floated upon a sea of green through a smokey white fog, a mere memorial for any who entered this realm to only guess if it is a figment of the imagination willed by their subconcious, or tricks by those that hunted them. No-one, not even those that walked the fade knew anything about how to gain entry to such a gruelsome place, if anyone was even brave to do so if willing and able.<br/><br/>A harmonical voice soon filled the air, and the realm slowly began to flicker. "<span style="color: Magenta">Oh.. you poor... -poor-... thing.</span>" As soon as the voice cut silent, Luna's mind would have changed the world around her to a place that she only found the most comfortable, no longer did there seem to be any signs of the fade.<br/><br/>The voice soon continued, musical and enchanting as if each word was soaked in pure sweetness. "<span style="color: Magenta">But I am glad... that you are here.. all alone with...</span>" She paused and her tone only sweetened and switched to a heavy seductive set "<span style="color: Magenta">...me.</span>"<br/><br/>Slowly, the creature soon made its appearance, descending from above and through any -material- that hindered it as if ethereal. It had the look of a humanoid at first glance, flawless purple skin that glistened as if an unknown light source shon only directly against her perfect flesh, and exposing ample breasts to give the creature a full figure with her shaped rear and hips. The only decency shown by it being the delicate golden chain that hid what remains under two golden cups with chains of their own hanging idlely to only enhance her bust, which all linking upwards to a thin golden collar that brought out the smooth contours of her neck. Around its waist clung loose pieces of fabric that left very little imagination for what it truely hid, a twisted tale of golden patterns written across purple cloth.<br/><br/>Despite these features, the face of beauty was blessed with pitch black, wide eyes; Easy enough to lose oneself within the blissful darkness found within them. Thin horns twisted and turned to give the creature presence, adorning a more exotic look than threatening, its points twisted to one side to show no real immediate danger. Her scalp however was the only real unnatural part about the creature, a blaze of black and purple mixed and entwined as an alluring flame. Curiousity to touch? To feel? If not that, it only made her look more -unique-. Her hands and spiked tail were less glamourous than the rest of her body, but even so they seem to glower with a sort of grace, and an aching need to feel her touch seemed to emminate from her. An aura of pure desire.<br/><br/>In a elegent fashion, the desire demon took a few steps towards Luna the moment her toned feet meet the ground. A dominant smile tainted her supple lips, even invoking a small smirk to reveal itself as she spoke. Her words were those of true serenity "<span style="color: Magenta">Let us talk... I'm afraid you are not going anywhere just yet...</span>" Despite its supposed pureness in her words, it would be hard to tell of the demons motives, the only readable expression being the caring and loving gaze in her eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>