<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Nyag'thon</strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Host:</em>  <em>Syncope</em></span></div></td></tr><tr><td>(https://i.imgur.com/ceC6tpS.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Dy29FJL.jpg)</div>Bravely--or perhaps impotently--she stood there shivering faintly with some form of anticipation as the Fey'ri closed in and carefully removed her dark robe, letting it pool to the floor around her ankles, leaving her naked before the two demons and the angel.  She was a shapely figure, if perhaps a little bland by the standards the archfiends were used to.  Still the muscled, fit woman was pleasing enough to the eye, perhaps easy enough to see why Nyag'thon chose her so long ago.<br/><br/>"I am not worthy of such praise, Mistress," she adds after Alactra complements the strategy of serving as bait for the angels to draw them from the main ranks.  Perhaps only now realizing that she had been disrobed her skin began to show the small bumps of gooseflesh as her nipples similarly hardened, though perhaps it was just the cold.  Her shoulders rolled and her lips quivered faintly at Ungrath's touch as the tentacles slithered over her shoulders.<br/><br/>She took the few steps needed to close the distance between herself and Solana when urged to do so by Ungrath.  The human's eyes wandered over the exposed flesh of the angel.  A shiver ran along her body, the gentle twitching of her muscles enough to be felt by the slick, cool body of Ungrath behind her.  Her hands reached out and up to grab loosely to Solana.  She leaned up, as if she was seeking the stretch or crane her neck up to give the unconscious angel a kiss of sorts, but she stopped well short of that.  Instead her mouth opened, lips parting and jaw nearly to the point of unhinging.  The tentacles, similar to the ones that were seen during the fight with the angels, reached up out of Syncope's mouth, stretching the flesh just a little more as the oil-black flesh of Nyag'thon slowly extruded itself from her mouth.<br/><br/>It was not a quick process, but the undulating mass of black flesh and searching tentacles soon extricated itself from the Paladin's body, holding onto the Angel as it began to climb up.  To some it was a beautiful creature, to others terrible, but most felt some form of madness gnawing at the back of their minds when they witnessed it.  The flesh was iridescent like a slick of oil over water, casting odd patterns and colors along its rippling flesh.  Though most of the Archfiends were immune to its special aura of madness, it was at least a gentle reminder that this creature was one of the Obyrith, one of the maddening echoes of the deepest parts of the Abyss.<br/><br/>Similar to how it left the body of the Paladin its tentacles opened up the mouth of the Angel and began to wriggle its way inside.  Perhaps slightly easier this time, the small--but insidiously dangerous--creature disappeared within the mouth of Solana and wormed its way into her deepest parts, already connecting itself to her flesh, bones, and nerves.  Before long there was little that didn't separate Nyag'thon's mind from Solana's mind.<br/><br/><em>She will serve you however you desire,</em>it responded both to Ungrath and to Alactra, its tone suggesting that such an idea was hardly worth noting,<em>She will be important in the torment of So-La-Na, and will be instrumental to our plans for the Primes...</em>while its voice was still the same soft whisper the sibilance seemed to have left it for now.<br/><br/>And then Nyag'thon grows silent, perhaps settling in to begin its work.<br/><br/>Syncope, though, leans back against Ungrath as her hands slip away from Solana.  She seemed frailer now that Nyag'thon had left her, but just as subservient as she was before.  Little whimpers of delight followed the hands and tentacles that fondled and explored her flesh.  "I hope I please you," she added to Ungrath as she was casually held aloft, and fully displayed to Solana.<br/><br/>"You will see," she addressed Solana at Ungrath's behest, "we both served the divine, and my Mistress<em>is</em>divine, you know the joy of service...service to your higher powers, service to your gods..." her abdominal muscles tightened a moment as she quivered in Ungrath's hold.