<div align="center">Uranda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82849.msg3689491#msg3689491)<br/></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Her eye almost twitched, "for god's sake woman! Snap out of it!" she yelled, "before I call the curse of the gods upon you!" she threatened, Her cold blue eyes gave off a silver gleam, "and you best know what's good for you demon," she narrowed her eyes, temper rising up faster than light itself. "hand me back my amulet." she said her voice growing lethal and sharp.<br/><br/> "Or it would be worse than the god's curses upon you." the woman was cursed enough, she wouldn't need any more curses, "and you will live to tell the tale, even an immortal being like yourself can be destroyed by a simple enchantmen," she snarled slightly, her hair fell to the back , as a gush of wind blew by.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Head surely yet level from the fall for not even phrasing of sentences be managed in structure of rightful order. Hmmph ! jumbling of words order even in speaking implies words of power be-mixed for ebbs lost most likely too"<br/><br/>**** OOC: I will assume by now Mel is used to the demons pattern of speak so to her she doesnt have to work at it or I can keep in it if it feels in theme and helps :) *****<br/><br/>"But even if powers you have were strong such that your intentions work anyway, Really ? Curse of the Gods ?"<br/><br/>The demon looked confused<br/><br/>"I have never known Gods to agree on anything, even a curse was suggested to two Gods, its highly unlikely they would share mutual thoughts on its management. To them it would be something to voice their disagreement of perspectives with each other on, Each have their own throughts on what is appropriate which is why they are separate Gods.<br/>Hmm, perhaps more dangerous to the suggester than to anything else.<br/>A dangerous ambition, contemplating it means you really must hate me"<br/><br/>Then the demon looked sad, humanly sad.<br/><br/>"Oh Mel, I was about to be furious retorting the threat. Threatening demones who already possess something you like for you have no other hooks is often chosen by those I meet. They are the most common exchanges I have with sorceresses unfortunately. Each claiming to be more powerful than the last. Each beleiving they are more powerful than anything I can imagine, or have powers beyond what I prepared to evade or face like a bull seeing another while seeing red or otherwise."<br/><br/>Tears ran from her eyes. But not salt water, it seemed black ink instead.<br/><br/>"But I am ~ARCH~ Demoness, it doesnt mean I am stronger in witchery as your sorcery, it simply means I am ancient, perhaps not immortal, but closer to it than most creatures here.<br/><br/>IF your serious about my destruction, for you to manage it you firstly would need to remove all of what is perversion first. And perversion simply is what one culture considers exotically strange - while also removing the conditions which create new ones also.<br/><br/>Once so I would have no place to reform. A monoculture, one that has no other culture it disagrees with, one which no conflicting perspectives arise within. Such a thing is a grand ambition, although a horrible one.<br/><br/>What cruel creature would remove the world of such variation. Surely variation is the spice of life, the joy that brings wonders into the world. Oh Mel... really ? And to see such a thing an enchantment destroying me ?  Perhaps an enchantment can do all of this and take me with it, but its unlikely to be a simple one Melinda, or sorceresses I have faced before you would have already tried it."<br/><br/>The demoness sniffed, as if ... emotionally hurt.<br/><br/>"But comparing power by throwing each other threats is like men comparing muscles. Even a weak man that knows poision could topple the other, if harm you really intend towards me, dont give warnings to place them on guard while planing something of their own."<br/><br/>Her inky tears streamed, it didnt seem an act<br/><br/>"In this vain I do know you may likely cause me suffering if your plan was to do so. But if injury you desired know you already dealt nasty blows to my soul already your own poision more horrible than blue flames which errupt from clicked fingertips"<br/><br/>She wiped her face with her robed hand, but more inky tears followed<br/><br/>"A dream of mine which I hoped would appeal to you met with contempt.<br/>Talk of cursing me with not the ill will of one god but many.<br/><br/>Your needfullness for this trinket, a need so strong patience to show some manners first an intollerable concept? Hmm  Then it owns much of your soul already. Perhaps the curse is knowing of it, wanting it."<br/><br/>The demoness stetched her wings but didnt seem keen to take flight.<br/><br/>"I am a Arch demoness of perversion, not of frustration, not of anger, not of deception nor vengeance nor hate. Such things sicken me like the tainted-toxin of holy water. If it truely means so much to you, if your not it's, then its yours"<br/><br/>Uranda produced it from her pocket and gave it to the sorceress.<br/><br/>"I hope it brings you more happiness than what it gave me. Demons like myself do hope for others to live in happiness Mel, we really do. not beleiving so one thing most don't know about us. Hope to live in harmony together is a dream I have, one that will not be found by keeping this from you."