<div align="center">Uranda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82849.msg3689491#msg3689491)<br/></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She sighed slightly, "it is Melina, not Mel."  she stated.<br/> Melina frowned slightly, seeing the state of the demoness, occassionally,when she's not busy being annoyed, Melina felt a slight twinge if guilt, and usually she'd push it away but she was feeling quite generous.<br/><br/> "demoness of the Arch?" she asked curiously, "in all my years never, heard, read," she gestured to her fingers numbering. "seen, or met them before," Melina slowly placed the amulet in her pocket.<br/><br/> "indeed gods do not agree on one thng, still each of their curses combined together is not enjoyable," she stated her voice grim.<br/><br/> Perhaps she could make use of this aquaintence, "what was your name again demoness?" she asked wrapping her fingers around the amulet tightly.<br/><br/> She had a mission, one that would fix all the mistakes she made. She sighed quietly at the thought, she was truly a step closer to her goal, finding that lake. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"<span class="bbc_u">ArchDemoness </span>Melina." </strong>The demoness shook her head<strong>"As in one significantly more powerful than a standard demon that roams this world. ArchDemons like ArchAngles have been here since the beginning. THe first ones. The chosen ones. How can you be of this age without knowing this ? <br/>I thought all mothers spoke of us to their children as threats to have them not wonder off to far. Again another myth false by a stonethrow"</strong><br/><br/>Perhaps Melina was mocking her. Identifying deception wasn't easy for Uranda, perhaps she was still coming to from the fall<br/><br/><strong>"It matters little for those who don't care for differences I suppose. To most the word demon is enough to be afraid. ArchDemoness ? Wind of such is enough for most give up on their soul in a whimper, but oh how wrong they are to think so for we are on this world to capture souls or tainting them, our role is to empower them, enable what feels right but not understood by most. We grow with them when others grow this way.<br/><br/>If you don't know what ArchDemones or ArchAngels are, yet versed well in sorcery, that means your from another age perhaps? Like a soul entombed in ice in a magic cloud only to be heated by the sun and fall lake-wards in a time not known. Or another world even ? "</strong><br/><br/>The demoness was interested in the sorceress and wanted answers herself, what if there were more like her to come ?<br/><br/><strong><br/>"I should not ask questions until you have slept and have had a decent feed. Whatever your reasoning or what you may have heard, Demon's and Demonesses of perversion are truthful and are generous. Manipulative yes, deceitful no"</strong>Uranda said the last two words as if spitting from from her mouth.<br/><strong><br/>"Forgive my hatred of other demon-kins, In this way we are not like angels in the slightest. Our hatred runs as deep as our memories of attempts of working with them. We hate them more than we hate priestesses and priests, we hate each other more than we hate Angels. Strange that some think my ability to assume other forms is deception though, for all forms are me, perversion has many faces" <br/></strong><br/>She cocked her head to the side as if thinking of it then shrugged as no sense seemed to be fathomed from trying.<br/><br/><strong>"Now Melina, forgive me for shortening your name before, yours is lovely and doesn't deserve it. If you feel you need time to reform your sorcery thoughts I know just the place, there is a village nearby. The place is called <span class="bbc_u">Haraslon</span>, it has little to offer but does provide a good inn that is considerably cleaner than most with simple food but healthy for mortal sorts."</strong><br/><br/>The demoness walked to the lake and waved her hand slowly while chanting in something that sounded like latin. From its surface moments later two black stallions with saddles and bits arose and walked calmly to the demoness. By the time they reached her they were bone dry. Their eyes completely black - just like Urandas.<br/><br/><strong>"This one can be yours if you wish it, no need to call his name, a sound will summon him, one you choose and repeat twice now. If you leave him be for an hour though he will disappear, literally, but you will be able to summon him again with that sound of you choice from any still waters for a moon or so before the spells power wanes. <br/><br/>Likely your sorcery can do as well or more I am sure but you HAVE just had a high fall. Best not to tempt fate.<br/>On the way there I will change form into one they know me as, for some reason this one upsets some. Pity they do, for I like it. With me I have coins that those about these parts value, if your as far away as I think, perhaps riding with me a little could be of use to you"</strong><br/><br/>The demoness mounted the horse deftly then spun about once before looking to see what the sorceress would do. On uranda, a soft smile began to form.<br/>