<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Acquired Skill - Whispers of Power:</span></span></strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Shatter a woman's defenses, leaving their body ripe for defilement.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">I</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">relia grimaced as the black man's hands closed around her petite neck, his dark skin standing out in frightening contrast against her own milky white. <br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/012/095/268/large/wl-op-5s.jpg?1533016199)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>That's it.. Choke her.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The savage creature dared to put his hands on a Goddess? Irelia met the mercenary's trembling eyes with her own cold globes, flicking her gaze at the necklace dangling in his hands. Such a pitiful creature; as a Goddess, it was her duty to guide the realms within her domain - but this was not one of them. This was Sanctuary, and here, there were no such obligations. <br/><br/><em>More..</em><br/><br/>'Lilith?' Irelia choked, her words strangled by Hazeel's iron grip. She could see the man's memories flash through her on mind like a highlight reel of his life - a human's life was so short, so miserable. Yet there was one happy thing... <em>ah</em>, a woman. 'You are.. no threat to me,' Irelia smiled.<br/><br/><em>MORE..</em><br/><br/>'You will never see your whore again. Now.. release me.' She ordered.<br/><br/><em>I can give you power, you know.. Don't you want to see your wife again?</em><br/></span></span>