Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]
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				Title: <strong>Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaedia</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 21:26:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="background-color: pink;" class="bbc_color"><span style="font-size: 35pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Fading Light</span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></span></div><br><em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="background-color: pink;" class="bbc_color"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 19pt;" class="bbc_size"> Cast&nbsp; </span></em></strong></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Incubus*</strong> played by <strong>BlueThirteen</strong><br><br><strong>Elisha Amaya</strong> played by <strong>Zefie</strong></span><br><br>(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/48118774/Characters/Elisha.jpg)<br>&nbsp;</em><br><br>*will add when given<br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="background-color: pink;" class="bbc_color"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Act 1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Chasing the Trail&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></strong></span></span></div><br>Elisha eyed the town gate carefully as she walked down the dirt road. Various towns people were coming and going. Horses with carts piled high entered and exited from the crowded pass that was the main focal point for anyone planning on going in or coming out of the town. The town, Brinwel, was a small town but the trade was good. Many people passed through the town on any given day and mostly only merchants called it home. It was a crossroad of sorts. It was the perfect kind of place for someone to lay low or to even abduct people; if someone went missing on a trip it would be hard to track down just where they went missing. With the high amount of people passing through not intent on staying it would simple enough. <br><br>Then there was the rumors. The last town she had been in had heard rumors of women near the town going missing or turning against their faith. While not a strange thing it wasn't very common either. You heard those kind of rumors from time to time and any number of things could be to blame; a creative tongue as much as a legitimate reason. However considering what Elisha was chasing those were the kind of rumors she had to act on. If the rumors were true then this may very well be the town <em>he</em> has come. If that was true anyone could be his agent. Elisha's eyes wondered over every woman looking for some sign that she had found what she was looking for yet she knew it wouldn't be that simple. <br><br>Her hand lingered over the hilt of her blade ready to draw it at a moments notice. This time would be different. This time she would do what she had set out to do. She wouldn't hold back. This time would be different. Elisha passed under the archway of the town. Her appearance drew the eye of many who passed by her. It wasn't often you saw a woman with a sword at her side. She had done away with the clothes denoting she was from The Order but even so her aura was enough to draw unneeded attention. She was dressed more like a mercenary which wasn't uncommon. Female mercenaries were more rare but not unheard of. There was no way for her to completely avoid attention unless she was willing to give up her weapon which was out of the question. <br><br>A simple black leather tunic clung to her chest offering mild defense against small blades. It wouldn't stop anyone intent on running her through but it was better than nothing. A matching set of leg guards ran down her legs. The material on her legs were more flexible than leather and lighter offering her more maneuverability but less protection. Hard leather hiking boots adorned her feet. The toes of her boots held just a small sliver of metal under the leather to give a little extra to her kicks. Topping off the ensemble was a black cloak that hung close to her shoulders and blew back quietly in the wind. It was a foreboding appearance that drove many people out of her path. It was a far cry from the intricate armor of The Order she wore just a month ago; the metal was strong and light weight. It could deflect many blades and didn't hinder the movement of the wearer. Some considered it magical. It also drew affection from the peasants who laid eyes on it. Everyone dreamed of being in The Order and admired anyone of The Order. It was why she had chosen to lose her armor and adorn herself with something attention grabbing. If rumors got spread a knight of The Order came to town there would be no doubt <em>he'd</em> hear if <em>he</em> was here. <br><br>Her first destination was the inn. The sun would soon be setting and she was weary from her long travel which she had done all on foot. She felt a horse would draw too much attention. There were many inns to choose from. Elisha chose the one that seemed to have fewer patrons and was more out of the way. The man standing behind the counter with his glasses down to the tip of his nose scowling at various sheets of paper looked up when the door opened. His expression changed in a flash. "Welcome. Come in. Come in. Do you need a room for the night? Our going rate is currently two silver a night and you are just in luck; we have plenty of rooms available." Her appearance didn't seem to draw any out-of-the-ordinary attention from the man. He was likely happy to have a customer; it could have been a demon for all he cared. The silver was all the same. <br><br>Elisha closed the distance to the counter in a few strides, "I am in need of a room. I'm unsure how many nights I'll be here. Is that alright?" Her eyes glanced down at the pieces of paper on the table. They looked like bills. It seemed the inn was just an unpopular as it seemed. It was outshone by the bigger and cheaper rooms at the other, more central locations. Her eyes trailed back up from the paper to the old man. He looked to be in his forties; maybe fifties. His hair was mostly missing. He had a few tufts here and there. <br><br>"Of course- of course. I simply ask that you pay each day in..." His eyes trailed down from her face to the blade at her side. His eyes went wide and his mouth parted slightly, "The emblem of The Order." The man knelt down behind the counter nearly clocking his head against the counter. This was part of what she had been hoping to avoid. After a very brief moment of silence he cocked his head up and pushed his glasses up on his face, "Are you here on business? Pass through? What brings you here m'Lady?" <br><br>Elisha turned her head toward the door trying to assure herself no one had seen the spectacle. She returned her gaze to the man, "Please stand." He nearly jumped to his feet acting on her request, "I'm here on my own business and not that of The Order; I would be very much pleased if you could keep silent on that I'm staying here. Can you do that for me... I'm sorry. I don't know your name."<br><br>"Bodo. Bodo Tern. I'm the proprietor of this humble inn and I'm ecstatic that a knight of The Order has chosen to stay here. I would not want to hinder you in any way; I will keep silent you are here. You have my word m'Lady. I hope you will recommend this homey establishment to the other knights when they find themselves passing through." The money signs could already be seen churning behind his eyes. Imagine what he could rake in should he be able to boast The Order stayed at his inn? His establishment would be the talk of the town. <br><br>"Thank you." Elisha hoped he was as good at keeping his word as he was at offering lip service. "Now as for the payment. How do you..." <br><br>She was cut off by Bodo, "No, no. I could never accept money from a knight of The Order. You serve the people and the people, in return, should serve you. You can stay here as long as you like with no charge. You will have the best room in the house. I insist upon it." As the man spoke Elisha dug her hand into the small pouch hanging from her belt. She pulled out a single coin and tossed it on the counter. The coin rolled around for a moment before falling still. The eyes of the man grew even wider; it was a gold coin. No doubt his mouth was dry. He looked from the coin up to Elisha, "I couldn't..."<br><br>"Now I'm insisting. I'm certain that will cover my charges and you are free to keep the change to use as you please. If it is alright with you I will stay as long as I require and I'll be gone when my business is done." It wouldn't cover all his bills but it would cover most of them. He would hopefully be able to get his inn in good standing again. It also offered as an incentive to keep his lips sealed. Money spoke more than words to some people. <br><br>"I..." He looked down at the coin again and back up to Elisha, "I thank you. Your request will be happily granted. Stay as long as you need. If you need anything at all call upon us and we will service you as you need." The man clapped his hands together loudly, "Telya. Come. We have a guest. Please show her to her room; the biggest suite we have. She is our honored guest and you must treat her with the utmost respect. Anything she asks you fulfill." <br><br>A quiet young woman who had been diligently sweeping the corner of the room set her broom aside and dusted off her hands on her apron as she moved up to the counter. Elisha had completely missed her presence until Bodo called for her. She looked maybe sixteen and held a strong resemble to the old man. No doubt his daughter. She had a modest figure and her looks were above average. Lush brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. It would no doubt drip down past her shoulders when it was let loose. She motioned for Elisha, "This way please." <br><br>Elisha followed close behind the young woman; Telya was her name if she wasn't mistaken. She heard from behind her the man grab the coin off the counter. He was no doubt holding it against the candle light and looking at lit glisten. After they were out of earshot of the man the young woman turned and looked at Elisha, "So you're from The Order? It must be really exciting being a knight. I wanted to try and join The Order but my father, the man behind you just spoke with, forbid me from trying. He said he didn't want his one and only daughter risking life and limb. He's scared of losing me like we lost mother..." Her eyes looked down at the blade and the familiar emblem of The Order was clearly visible on the hilt. It was the one piece of gear she hadn't been able to part with. There was no blade finer than the one The Order provided for its knights. <br><br>"What happened to your mother?" Could it be <em>him</em>? Elisha put her hand over the emblem on the hilt. If there happened to be any other guests she didn't want them seeing it too. "Being a knight is difficult work; it's not for most people." If she had a choice would Elisha have been a knight? It had been forced upon her and wasn't so much her choice. She was born into a line of noble warriors and if that wasn't the biggest problem her life-light had been the strongest seen in ages. She had been forced to take up sword and learn the way of the being a knight. She didn't regret helping people but there was other ways she could have done it and perhaps have been happier. It was a matter of the past and not worth thought in the present. <br><br>Telya's eyes looked sad at the question but her smile never faded. She looked toward the ground, "She died many years ago. She became ill and we couldn't afford the medical care to save her. Father took out many loans trying to get the money but..." Her voice tapered off. The story was a common one. He got the money and then the doctors took it and wanted more. They offered little care for more than the money they could get. Many doctors were like vultures. "Since then times have been very hard for us. He's still struggling to try and pay back his debt. I do what I can but..."<br><br>Elisha took the brief silence to speak, "I understand. I'm sorry for your loss. When I return to The Order I'll see if there is any assistance we can offer." Many requests came in and a few were granted. It wasn't very likely this request would be honored but it was worth the small amount of effort it took to bring it up. "I have another question for you; have any women gone missing recently?" <br><br>Telya's eyes lit up at the mention of potential help but she didn't linger on the subject. Instead she went straight to the question, "Missing? There are always rumors of people going missing. It's not too uncommon I'm afraid; wives who get tired of their husbands or young ladies who don't want to be tied down to their family sneaking out in the night. I think..." her eyes darted around as she thought, "Actually I think there was mention of a young lady going missing a couple of days ago and a wife and mother going missing not too long before that. I don't know much about it though. I could try and find out more for you! I work nights at a local tavern. You hear a lot of gossip there. I could ask around and see if anyone knows anything more. Would that help you Miss Knight?"<br><br>"Please; just call me Elisha." Elisha smiled at the young lady. She was very energetic. She may have made a good knight had she been allowed to try. That could be said about a great many people though. "That would be very helpful; thank you. If you find out anything you can tell me in the morning." It would help having a local churning through the rumors for her. If she went mucking into a tavern it would only cause more rumors. If a local, a barmaid none-the-less, began asking none would be the wiser. <br><br>Telya stopped in front of a door, "Here we are; your room. It's the finest we have." She pushed the door open and held the key out to Elisha, "Your window overlooks the street. Not much of a view but better than not having one at all I'm sure. If you need anything else father is usually down at the front desk. I'll stop by in the morning to check on you and share anything I find. Hope you have a pleasant night." Elisha took the key into her hand and Telya parted closing the door behind her. <br><br>Elisha walked over to the window and looked down at the city street below. Few people littered the back alley street. With night fast approaching even fewer would be there soon. Elisha closed the wooden shades and began pulling off her armor. Before long her clothes littered the ground and only her underclothes clung to her body. She would need to make a trip into town and pick up a few garments before she set out again. Maybe Telya knew of a couple good shops. The bed pressed against her back felt like heaven. It could have been made of stone for all she cared; her body was weary and needed rest. She needed to be well rested should <em>he</em> really be in town. <br><br>Yet when her eyes closed all she could think about was her first meeting with <em>him</em>. The reason she was now on this forlorn path of vengeance and redemption...<br><br><hr><br><strong>[Two months prior]</strong><br><br>Kela stood in front of the small pack of armored woman with the hilt of her sword pressed against her hand. The silver armor customary of the Second House of The Order glistened beneath the moonlight. Elisha stood toward the back of the group but her eyes and ears were open. "Tonight we make our stand; all our sources point toward the Incubus' location being within this cave." She motioned toward the small opening in the rocks not far from them. "The location is rumored to be strong in latent magic. His powers may be strong but we are the proud knights of The Order." She clang her metal glove against her chest, "We fight for the light and the light shall protect us." The rest of the group followed suit slamming their gauntlets against their breastplates. "When tonight is over we will march back home with his head in our hands and we can rest easy knowing we helped to purify another vile creature from this world." Everyone understood the risk. Two group had already fallen before them. He was going to be a formidable foe. This would not be an easy fight. Many of them would likely fall but they held no doubt in the end they would stand triumphant and return home with glory to be shared. The fallen would forever be remembered as the knights who stood against the approaching darkness and died to protect the weak. It was an honor. They would return to Her embrace. <br><br>Kela began circling around the group stopping by each member. There was only ten of them including Kela. Each of them had been hand picked to carry out this mission. Each of them were strong and their life-fire bright. Kela stopped next to Elisha, "You will stand guard at the entrance to the cave. We do not know if he has foresaw us coming. If he has he may try to pincer us in the cave. You alone will stand guard out front. Should anyone come you must stop them. If there are too many then you must come in and alert us." <br><br>Elisha instantly protested, "What good am I if I'm not in the fight?" She was prideful of her skills. A little too prideful. She was also arrogant. She had the brightest life-fire of all the group. She stood the best chance of victory over the demon. They knew this. She wasn't going to stand guard out front while the others sought after glory. However Kela was going to have none of this. <br><br>"You will do as I say. I was appointed captain of this squad. My orders carry the weight of the High Priestess. If you disobey me you are disobeying the light. Do you understand the weight of that Elisha? You do not have the same military experience as the rest of us. You are skilled; there is no doubt in that. That is why you will stand guard out front. You will make sure our path stays safe. Should you fail our very lives could be at risk. Is that not glory enough for you?" Kela looked down at Elisha. There was a good half foot difference in the two. Kela had fought in numerous battles and won numerous commendations from The Order. She had proven herself time and time again. Some even say she is the strongest of the Second House. Elisha had never fought in a single war and only a handful of skirmishes that could barely be considered battles. She was the weakest link and the youngest member of the group.<br><br>Elisha bit her tongue. She couldn't argue against Kela. She knew the weight of defiance. She would have to do as she was told even if she disliked it. "I understand." Kela nodded her head and moved on to the next finishing off the orders for the coming battle. <br><br>The clouds parted way of the moon and the group set out into the clearing before the cave. They were all silent as they passed to the entrance of the cave. Kela glanced back at Elisha who halted her progress next to the entrance. No more needed to be said. Elisha put her back against the stone as the rest of the group progressed inward. She was the sentry and nothing more and when time came for praise this would be remembered; how her hand was absent in the battle. <br><br>Time slowly passed as the moon dipped lower. Not a sound passed from the cave and no one returned. The moon continued its descent and still nothing. Too much time had passed. They should have returned. Elisha pulled her blade from the sheath and turned to press into the cave. She had done her job of sentry. Now it was time to see what had become of her comrades... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 08:45:49</strong>
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				Whereas there was nothing but silence emanating from the cave when she entered, the cave quickly came alive with sound as Elisha passed the first few bends of the rocky tunnel. Water dripped off the stones as the tunnel became progressively darker, strange fungi emitting a low soft light to guide her path as more and more sound began to filter through the path hewn from stone. Soon everything came into focus. Shouts, screams, gasps and heavy breathing. As she advanced, the sounds were clearly feminine. And when the young knight would finally reach the end of the path, she’d be confronted to a reality that, despite being free of suffering or death, or perhaps because it was, proved even worse. The cries were not of pain, but of pleasure.<br><br>The tunnel opened into some sort of large chamber, a clearing in a forest of stone. A tranquil, shallow pond occupied most of the space, a few flat stones protruding from the water, set aglow with glowing algae similar to the fungi present of the walls. On the other side of the room, which was wide and long with a high ceiling pierced with a single, large hole, was the leader of their unit. She was quite far from the entrance yet every detail of the scene was rendered with grandeur and detail, as if the image at the other side of the shallows was defying vision itself.<br><br>There, bathed in the moonlight flooding in from the hole in the ceiling, was Kela. Hands and knees on a bed of moss, her toned body was covered in a sheen of sweat, large breasts jiggling as the demon took her from behind. Her neck bent low to try and catch a peek of the Incubus’ throbbing, hard sex pounding in and out of her, with wet sucking sounds, her own body responding by soaking itself in juices of sweet pleasure and tightly squeezing the shaft that brought upon Kela’s satisfaction. Her attempts to watch herself get fucked by the demon were a failure, as with just a few more strokes of his cock her neck arched upwards along with the rest of her body, eyelids fluttering as a series of low moans, deep in tone and ecstasy both escaped her parted lips. “Oh, Goddess be damned, just don’t sto-o-o-o-o-p…!” She cried, voice tapering off into panting, animalistic moans as her eyes almost rolled upwards, tongue lolling out as she sank into an even deeper level of ecstasy.<br><br>Behind her, the Incubus seemed more than inclined to satisfy her demands, thrusting into her vigorously. The grin across his lips was less malicious than it was boastful of his sexual prowess, arcane as it may have been. Indeed, the demon seemed far more human than any one could expect. No horns, no wings, no spiked tail or forked tongue. He seemed to be about Elisha’s age, looked like a perfectly average young man, other than he far surpassed any average. Even kneeling from his kneeling position one could ascertain that he was fairly tall with square shoulders and a narrow waist. His skin was of a slightly darker than most, but it wasn’t simply tan- it was of a rich, earthy tone that barely hinted of maroon. His musculature was that of a panther- defined and sculpted as well lean and sinuous. Muscle bulged under his skin with every movement, from his hips and legs as he pushed in and out of the unit’s leader to those in his chest and shoulder as he casually ran his hand through the think unruly man of jet black hair that ran down his face and neck.<br><br>Kela’s cries quickly crescendoed to a peak of ecstasy and volume, wailing her heart out to a Goddess she’d gladly abandon to keep fucking the Incubus. Her sweat was making her medium-short blonde hair stick to her face in places, a few little scrapes were appearing on her hands and knees where their fucking had made her plough through the soft Moss and onto the stones beneath, but she couldn’t care less. She knew what she was dealing with, what would happen, but her mind was muddled with pleasure. Her sopping pussy began to clench around the Incubus’ enormous manhood. The ambient light seemed to fade for a second, darkness filling the area as Kela bit down onto her lower lip, breathing in short, fast breaths and began to curl up, little cries almost like sobs escaping her lips.<br><br>And suddenly there was light. Pouring out of Kela’s body, bathing the entire room in a golden-white glow, light unfurling as strands of pure energy, the strands of power that bound the goddess’ light to Kela momentarily breaking, swirling around the room, as she howled from an orgasm of untold magnitude. Her skin was a shimmering golden colour, and on her back, a strange flake of white light, veined with a throbbing amber fluid appeared on the small of her back, shaping itself to her body as she convulsed in pleasure. The Incubus reached down and laid a finger upon it. Lifting up his hand delicately, the light seemed to peel off, stick to his fingers. He moved with surgical precision, making sure every last bit came off, and when it did, everything stopped. The glow on Kela’s skin faded away. With a sound that resembled a great inhale, the coils of light stopped their slow dance, flickered a few times and disappeared with a burst of heat and wind, billowing throughout the cave.<br><br>The Incubus pulled out of Kela’s aching sex as her arms gave out and she collapsed face first into the moss, mumbling and mewling in pleasure, still racked by the orgasm, a moan breathing past her lips as the sensation got the best of her and she slipped into unconsciousness. He rose to his feet behind her, his erection still bobbing in the air before him, still glistening with Kela’s clear, girlish cum. In his hand floated the shards of light, which gently sank down to his skin, sinking in slowly as a wide, predatorial grin formed on his lips his eyes shimmering with the fading light. Only then did his eyes come into focus. They were like unclear mirrors, projecting a steely reflection of his surroundings. <br><br>More importantly, they were staring straight at Elisha.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaedia</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 16:26:58</strong>
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				Elisha stood in silence at the scene she was seeing. It was a sight that felt more like a nightmare than reality. Kela was on her hands and knees before the Incubus. The one knight of the group who had seemed stronger than all the others had already broken. It was impossible to fathom. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears as she watched the scene unfold. She was unable to act; not because anything was holding her back but because of the shock of what she was seeing. She couldn't force herself to take her eyes away from the scene. She tried to convince herself it was a nightmare but her senses reminded her otherwise. What had happened to the other knights? Where were they? Why had they let this happen? <br><br>For the moment Elisha tore her eyes from the scene and scanned the room. Not a soul. It was only the two. What had become of them? Were they still wandering the stone chambers lost or... her mind refused to think of what could have happened to them. She thought of them as the strongest of the Order. They couldn't have all been defeated by... by <em>him</em>. The scene was nearing its end. Elisha was caught in the light show. She had never before seen anything like it. It felt like the touch of the Goddess. It was... inspiring. Had the Goddess come to smite the demon where he stood? It seemed only fitting. As the lights faded Elisha understood, partly, what had happened. He had taken the light from her. The power she felt hadn't been the Goddess coming but rather her power being extracted. It was an abomination!<br><br>Elisha held her sword between her palms. When the Incubus' eyes met her own there was a fire churning behind her pupils; a fire forged by disgust and determination. She gripped the sword so tightly between her hands it hurt. The monster before her didn't look intimidating but he had this aura that caused Elisha unease. It was like standing on the brink of the Abyss. She would do what her commander couldn't. She would bring justice to the world. Her arrogance told her to charge him and skewer him with her blade but her legs held firm. She had to think this one through. If she rushed it...<br><br>"What have you done to her?" Elisha kept her eyes solely on the monster in human flesh. "And what have you done to the rest of the group?" She stood her ground ready to react at the moments notice. Kela laid in a heap on the stone floor. She was still alive but she showed no signs of action. "I will have you pay for what you have done with your life."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 04:30:34</strong>
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				The Incubus stared at her as she held her blade unsheathed and at the ready. He seemed to chuckle for a second as he shut his eyes, head bowing down slightly. Darkness flashed, light disappearing entirely in short bursts, the final flicker of Elisha’s vision left the air feeling heavy. Light returned much more slowly this time, and as Elisha would notice, not all of it did.<br><br>Shards of solid darkness floated around the beautiful beast, flakes of black webbed in a scarlet void assembled into structures that seemed to be an extension to his very body. Shards floated around his head, shoulder blades and hips, respectively assembling into shapes resembling a pair of delicately curved, yet somehow jagged horns, pointing backwards out from his temples, a pair of buckler-sized wings, half opened and a pair of much larger wings that stayed folded down next to his legs, like pans of a long coat caught in the wind.<br><br>“You? You think <em>you</em> can kill me, here and now?” He said, his voice charmingly soft and deep, despite the arrogance, disdain and annoyance in his tone. “Let me give you a tip.” He continued with nonchalance, walking towards Elisha slowly, feet delicately stepping into the warm water of the shallows, the tips of his lower wings drawing strange ripples in the water as he moved forward. his erection quickly softened into a flaccid tube of flesh, it’s size just as impressive, swinging between his thighs as he came to a stop. “Hurry up.” He concluded, on an imperious and exasperated tone, as if he was embarrassed by her lack of preparation. He snorted, a small smile curling his lips as he shut his eyes.<br><br>A second or two passed. His eyes opened, his pupils narrowed down to thin feline slits, his wings flapping open simultaneously to reveal, amidst the black shards that composed them, 9 white shards, or at least in part. Crimson energy ran from the succubus into the pristine shards and where the vermillion light touched them, they began to blot darkly, as if one dropped ink into water. Kela’s shard was right there, in his wings, almost devoid of corruption. “If you don’t, you’ll end up like those other puppets!” He yelled with unexpected fury that betrayed the calm demeanour he exposed up until now. He swung his hand as if drawing a sword from of him as he spoke, a flurry of sharp, dark shards flying off from his wing, leaving a trail of splashing water and dust as part of the volley of blades was lost in the pond’s waters or struck against the stone walls as he tried to force Elisha to dodge, and draw her out into the chamber, hoping she wouldn’t parry.<br><br>He began walking towards her again, this time far more purposefully, an angry speed setting his strides as he splashed through the water shards in his proximity rising out of the water to meet his open hand binding one another in crimson, to form a long red-veined shard that the Incubus gripped like a sword, eyes focused on Elisha as he moved.<br><br>“Try not to die now. I need your power too, knight!" The demon barked smugly, hunger and lust dancing in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaedia</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 21:31:59</strong>
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				"Death is not my fate." Elisha was undoubtedly determined. She had no doubt she would win. The shards of darkness had caught her by surprise. She twirled to the side and dodged the bulk of the objects. One had almost got her but she had been fast enough with her blade to deflect it before it could bring her harm, "If that is the best you have then I'll make this quick." She tried not to show the awe that had struck her at his new form. She kept her wits in check. The last thing she needed was her fear to grip her. She needed her fire to burn bright. She gripped her sword harder than she ever remembered. <br><br>This was no time to stand back and let him press the advantage. She had to strike at him. She eyed the path before her briefly. Going head-long at him seemed dangerous but her choices were limited. She was being pressed out of the chamber slowly and if she was pushed out she would be at an even bigger disadvantage. She had to stay in. No more room for thought. She charge forward but it was only a feint. She held her blade out ready to strike but instead turned at the last second attempting to get around behind him and find some way to flank him. The wet floor made it hard to maneuver but not impossible. One slip up and she'd find herself on the ground. <br><br>"Repent now and perhaps the Goddess will find it within her to forgive you..." She turned back around now at his side, "But I will not; pay demon!" She brought her sword down at his arm hoping to at the very least wound him. Ideally she would immobilize his arm. She didn't know what all he was capable but she had to strike while he was unsure what she was capable of. A battle of expectations. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 06:18:59</strong>
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				Death? Of course she wouldn’t die. He wouldn’t allow her to die. He wanted her - needed her - to orgasm in his dark seduction. Already he could feel her entering his shadowy presence, his power gently corroding the defences of her innermost desires as she rushed towards him. But did she? He raised his weapon defensively as she burst towards him, eyes analyzing the scene before him, utterly ignoring her words. Every drop of splashing water, every lock of cascading hair, every spark of her eyes went noticed. He noticed the strain of her gauntlets, squeezing too tight, imagining white knuckles beneath them- and eyes widening unintentionally, saw her feet move passed him.<br><br>Without a moment’s hesitation, he spun around, one hand gripping the improvised handle of his makeshift sword of shadow, the other pressed against what would have been the back of the blade. Her blade met his with a tremendous echo of steel and a volley of iridescent sparks. His grip, loose but controlled assumed most of the impact, whereas Elisha’s tight grip would transfer the bulk of the recoil to her hand- Unless her fabled armour was constructed with such a scenario in mind.<br><br>Little matter Elisha’s state, the demon would retaliate with a strong, dramatic kick directed straight to her chest. Though the move seemed foolishly bold, it was actually rather strategic- a successful hit, even if parried would push them back from one another, giving the Incubus some room to breathe, out of reach of her blade, and if it failed he could use his momentum to move into a roll- it’d be hard to pull off, of the hard, wet floor, but it was certainly better than hopping on one foot in front of a woman striving to cut him apart.<br><br>Despite the danger of her blade, he enjoyed the proximity to her. The feeling of his dark presence, slowly making its way into her soul, readying its corruption was amplified by her physcial immediacy. He smiled shamelessly looking upon the knight. “Oh I believe you’ll be a fun one! Maybe even better than Kela!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaedia</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 23:22:29</strong>
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				Elisha held her blade strong against the incubus' darkened blade. It was like a stalemate. She couldn't gain any lead way. The harder she pressed the more resistance she felt. She was all in with this strike and quickly she was finding her plan was failing. The recoil was great and her arms were quickly beginning to ache. Her mind raced trying to find a way out of this predicament but the only thing she could decide on was to try to brute force the attack and get the incubus on the defensive.<br><br>That didn't work. His foot met her chest without any retaliation. It had caught her completely off guard. She relented on her attack and attempted to bring her blade to parry but she was too slow. The blade clang to the ground as she stumbled backwards. Her chest pounded but the adrenaline masked the pain. Her balance was lost and she found herself on the wet floor. She only laid there a mere second before pushing herself off the ground. Her blade for the moment was out of reach; it was next to the incubus and she couldn't simply dive in and retrieve it. <br><br>"The only fun that will be had is when I take your head back to the Order." It was a bold and brash statement but Elisha was both bold and brash. She put her hand down to her waist and slipped a small dagger from her hilt. It was nothing in comparison to what she had been wielding but it was something. She held the dagger in one hand and her other hand being held to the side with the armor. <br><br>She couldn't go in strong; she'd have to be decisive and swift in what she did. For now she took it slow and attempted to circle around him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 23:13:16</strong>
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				The incubus didn’t even need to kneel to pick up Elisha’s fallen blade. Two short strides brought him to the blade, and with a strong stamp of his bare foot, he sent the blade twirling into the air, quickly trading it for the shapeless shard of darkness that had served as his blade. The shard dropped down to his hip and returned to the wing of shadows that floated there, as the demon returned to his cocksure monolog of intimidation and preaching.<br><br>“No, no, no. None of that will happen. You see, I’ve already won this battle.” He exclaimed, apparently incensed by his opponent, walking down the line of shards he’d previously attacked Elisha with, showing the knight his profile as he did so. As if aroused by his proximity, the shards pulled themselves out of the earth as he approached them, swarming around him shortly before returning to the wings at his sides, one by one. “My proximity to you is enough to corrode all your mental and spiritual restraints. You spoke of killing me. Now you’re talking about taking body parts as trophies. Next, you’ll want to take me prisoner. And so on, and so forth...” He continued, stopping a dozen feet away from the last shard he’d thrown, stuck in the adjacent wall.<br><br>Reaching out towards it with his empty hand, a pulse of energy burst from his open palm, not unlike the flashes of darkness that accompanied his transformation, the dark shard (and all those between him and his target) eagerly returning to his side. “… Until you end up like your captain.” He taunted as he whipped around, staring directly into his opponent’s eyes. <br><br>Obviously not surprised, nor bothered by the fact that she’d drawn her dagger, he began to imitate Elisha’s approach.&nbsp; A twitch agitated the arm he’d used to recall his dark arsenal, a bead of sweat pearled on his brow, as he stared into her eyes, slowly circling in the opposite direction, his sex silently swinging between his bare legs. Were he not an incubus, able to tear out the divine light hidden within Elisha with it, the scene would have had something humorous to it. But as the two foes circled one another, there was nor wit, nor humor. <br><br>The incubus was armed with his opponent’s blade, longer in reach, finely sharpened and tapered to a point, which contrasted with his utter nudity, as Elisha’s body armor belittled her dagger. Both had reason to move onto the offensive, and both had reason to move onto the defensive. The battle might’ve seemed to be at a stalemate, but even if it were, with every passing second, the evil energies irradiating from him kept on eroding her thoughts, bringing him closer to victory, bit by bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaedia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 03:04:43</strong>
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				Elisha held her tongue. She wanted to retort but that seemed to only add fuel to the fire. She couldn't feel the corruption the incubus spoke of; she chalked it up to a baseless threat. She didn't know how he had corrupted her captain but he'd discover she was on a different level than anyone he had yet to face. Her mental fortitude alone proved a strong wall that fought against the approaching corruption. The light granted to her by the Goddess was shimmering bright inside her and was unwavering; at least that is what she believed. The light was already beginning to shine a little darker from just the short contact they had shared. <br><br>From somewhere deep inside the cave a rumbling could be heard. Elisha cut her eyes toward the source of the noise but quickly returned her gaze. Was this another of his ploys? To distract her? She wouldn't fall for it. As she circled around him the rumbling grew stronger; now it could even be felt underneath her feet. It was unnerving. Small rocks fell from the ceiling. A dark realization set over her; the cave was starting to collapse. Was it his doing? Or was it a case of poor timing? Unless she ended this fast they would both be buried underneath a mountain of stone. The last thing she wanted was to share a grave with him. <br><br>The dagger wasn't much but it was all she had. She couldn't afford to stall this out any longer. She kept her left hand out in front of her ready to attempt to parry away any strike he may drive at her while steadying the hand with the dagger to strike at his side. It wouldn't be a decisive strike even if it landed but it might open up the chance for another attack. She rushed at him hoping to catch him by surprise but knowing the chance of that was low. With the rumbling slowly growing louder the clock was ticking down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fading Light [Zefie and BlueThirteen]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 01:48:21</strong>
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				The rumble unnerved him. Brooding, menacing and deep, the sound reverberated with a certain musicality, the hole in the ceiling letting in the wails of a strong summer wind. The hole was wide. Wide enough that if the cave collapsed, both could get out unharmed, with one part good luck and two parts skill . What the incubus truly feared was that, by then, she’d recognize the corruption seeking its way to her soul- and that she’d take her own life- so that he couldn’t. He knew it was a very real possibility. In fact one of the knights had done just that, letting herself die, so that the goddess might take her light, and not the demon.<br><br>Lucky for him, one of the other girls had enough life for him to be able to serve himself twice. He smiled to himself, thinking that even without his powers, she’d have folded the second time as well- Once a woman tasted the sun, everything else tasted like ash, and oh, how they had tasted him. They’d tasted the soft warmth of his saliva amidst the mingling flavours of their own sexes, intertwining in his mouth, the salty drip of the sweat off his skin as he fucked them one after the other, and the erotic tang of his masculine seed.<br><br>She would be no different. He could lure her into safety, he thought, maybe he could break down her defences before the cave collapsed- at which point she’d follow just about any order for the sake of feeling his sex. His eyes narrowed down, focused on her, waiting for her to strike first, raising his own blade at the ready. When she attacked, he struck at the dagger itself, in an attempt to disarm her- In one case, she’d be too slow to parry his strike, he’d disarm her and press his blade to her throat, able to slowly wear her down, the threat of his blade keeping her complacent while his demonic powers foraged her soul and multiplied her libido. If she did deflect his strike, he’d use her momentum against his blade to turn her to the right, and step into her blind spot, grabbing her from behind and blocking her movements.<br><br>Unless she surprised him.<br><br>Alas, as his blade whistled in the warm night air, thoughts and strategies racing through his mind as she lunged at him, his mind simply couldn’t entertain that third possibility, not as he rushed to attack her, not in such strife. He only saw two outcomes, and both of them ended the same way- He’d have her helpless, in his direct proximity, corroding her mind faster still, as his body pressed against her own, the sensations of his soft heat, the hard lines and smooth curves of his body somehow making themselves felt despite her solid armour…
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