<div class="floatright">(http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l278/Draxalos/Demarlos.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Maldred (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269826.msg13302682#msg13302682)</strong></span><br/>Place: The afterlife?<br/>Time: What time in eternal sunset?<br/>Tagging: New friends and his mistress/goddess<br/><br/>As Maldred died, he was no longer caring he was dying. He was in bliss as his life force was torn piece by piece and he felt stronger bliss each time it was done, everything paled in comparison. In sudden darkness, on nothing, he would had weeped if he could, as he no longer could<em>feel</em>anything! Mourning for the blissful paradise ending! But then in sudden gurgling gasp he was reformed into liquid, swirling and bubbling it took shape what he had while life; a toned handsome half-elf male.<br/><br/>It just took a heartbeat for him witness his surroundings, awed by beauty of the sunset, the marbled statues and the other nude gorgeous women but then like physical force his gaze was pulled to the central figure in the throne. Albeit never seen her, he has felt her power before and it was familiar even now, so thus recognize that he was now front of his goddess, his mistress. Making him understand bit why Damara had 'betrayed' him, instantly forgive her as he immediately kneels, bowing his head down before the demonic queen and speak in fluent abyssal in all front honest devotion to her; "Excuse me my mistress! I did not purposefully delay in my arrival! Your beyond what I had ever imagined you would ever be, your form inspires me do many, many indecent thoughts what to do with your body.......yet I only wish you would be the one kill me second time, like Damara did on me."<br/><br/>He then hears awoman's words, with bit draconic hinted features, and hear her question, Maldred more than gladly straigthens himself on kneeling position and speaks (in common); "Your speaking to Malcanthet, queen of succubi and ruler of Shendilavri, the kingdom which you see around you now...." Maldred as if not believe how blessed (or fucked depending whom you ask) is he looks around the palace and to outside beautiful hills and sunset he adds in soft whisper;<sub>"...Damara spoke much of beauty of Shendilavri, tell deep detail but even that pales what I see now.....it's beautiful."</sub>Smitten as he is, Maldred however is not naive. Damara made sure of shatter any illusions of it as she, closest to lover what Maldred ever had, betrayed and ate him alive along with her sisters and was literally sacrificed like one sacrifices meant for Malcanthet.<br/><br/>So he knows Malcanthet can anytime devour, torture, harm or even kill any of them on a whim. Yet it does not change he is smitten and in truth in love with Malcanthet already just seeing glance of her and lusting her beyond any other woman he had ever seen. Lust her so much he gladly accepts death if it's by her hands, preferably same way Damara did it on him before sending him here. Maldred is willing to do anything for Malcanthet, anything. But would Malcanthet care for it? Probably expected and perhaps typhical, but also doing nothing less would be insulting to her same as not use proper titles with nobles. Or being rebel could intrique her, after all she is creature of chaos.