The demon and her master (Saber/Purplerain)

[Revelations]

Alexander was not quite sure of what he would be be finding in this old temple – rumors that it had once been turned into a den of wickedness and cultists who sought to summon demons. Another of his order had cleared them out, cast them away or put them to the sword in order to deal with them permanently. A holy knight of some years, he had his blade sheathed, a plate covered hand running against the wall of the hallway he had found himself in. As far as he knew, there were still suppose to be items of power here, demonic artifacts that had been untouched and he was to reclaim them. With a torch in his other hand he continued on, the helmet he wore obscuring his face and partially obscuring it in shadow as he finally arrived at a relatively intact door, using his free hand to try and open it... Only to find it locked. A few sharp kicks from his boot later and the door was forcibly opened, the light now shining into the room. From the tomes, jewelry, and other intact fineries it seemed he had found what he was looking for.

“Now...” Looking around, he set the torch in a brazier to keep the room illuminated and his hands free. The tomes were old, and while they had some information on the demonic they were hardly worth thumbing over – most of it information he was already aware of. The jewelry could be confiscated and probably sole off elsewhere, cover some of the expenses it took to get here. However as his hand palmed what looked to be a silver orb, something happened as a bright flash of light escaped from it, as if resonating with a living person. “Wha-” He wasn’t even able to finish it, the orb dropping as an unseen force knocked him back, smoke and light briefly filling the room!

 

[PurpleRain]

Nyla had been locked in her orb going on three decades now. In hind sight she should have know not to play with a mage. She could still remember the smile on his face when he cast the spell. Over the many years she saw many things happen in the room she sat in. She was able to watch the mage die from old age. After his death she could feel the presence of people robbing the massive castle. Always to her dismay none came to her room. All she needed was the touch of someones hand and she would be free.

Now it had been years since the last person entered. Not even able to feel the presence of others, she was beginning to feel lonely. She was also very depressed at the thought of never being free. As she was wallowing in self pity she suddenly felt the spark of life. It wasn't far from the building at all, they had to be coming here. She could feel with each step the person getting closer. Excitement sent waves of pleasure through her body. Soon the person was with in the walls and getting closer to her room. Nyla knew this was the day she would be free, it was only a matter of time before a hand touched the silver orb upon a shelf.

By now the person was so close she could determine it was a male. This was even more exciting, she would have a playmate as soon as she was freed. She heard him attempt to open the door, with many years of not being used the hinges were rusted stuck. The man then began kicking at the door, she watched as the door shook from the force. The door finally opened and light spilled into the room, though it didn't illuminate his face. The man looked around and she could tell he was pleased with what was in the room. He could have it as long as he touched the orb.

It didn't take long for her wish to be granted. Her shinny silver orb caught his attention, so naturally he reached to pick it up. As his fingers wrapped around the orb, a bright light made the dark room look as if it were day. It cracked as if it were glass, shattering as it unbound her to it. The orb suddenly dropped to the ground, pieces of it scattered on the floor. Nyla then stood in all her glory before her new Master, smiling she held her arms out to him. "Master!"

 

[Revelations]

Alex went into a fit of coughing as the choking and obscuring smoke filled the room, a hand moving to quickly remove his helmet just to let in breathe better before he began to swipe at the smoke and try and clear it all away from his face. “Damnit...a trap?” he sputtereed out, his matted down blonde hair shaking a bit with every jolt of coughing. Before long though, most of the smoke had obscured which made seeing him easier as well. Alexander was a tall man, around six feet and some odd inches. And his skin seemed tan though not overly so. As he opened his eyes, they seemed a lovely shade of green, though a few tears welled in his eyes - a byproduct of being shut for too long. Seeing a figure, he began to rise quickly, a hand drawing out his blade as it rang against the scabbard for just a moment. He had no idea what was in store for him, but he was not going to be unprepared should it be violent.

A few moments later however, more of the smoke cleared as he backed away, brushing against the table and stopping. “Wh-what...?” He sounded confused as his boot scraped against the floor, blade pointed at the woman infront of him. She was not human, and it was easy to tell she was something otherworldly. Having been set on edge, he just gave out a light growl, unsure of what had just happened. The rooms defender? Or something else? “Who are you? What are you?” Perhaps he already knew, but the confusion from the smoke and being knocked to the floor was still fresh, things clouding his mind as he tried to shake off the feeling. Being called ‘Master’ did not help, just what was meant by that?

 

[PurpleRain]

Nyla waited for a responce from her new toy, but instead he just coughed and choked on the smoke the orb created when it freed her. She became very concerned for him, when it lasted more then a few seconds. She dropped her hands as she waited for it all to clear. She straightened herself, wanting to look great for him. More so now that she could see him clearly and she liked what she saw. Her smile faltered a little when he drew his blade, 'surely he wouldn't kill me already would he' she thought to herself.

She could tell when he got a better look of her. In an instant his face showed confusion. Nyla was wearing next to nothing. Her large DD breasts were only covered by small triangles attached to string. Her lower half was in the same state of course, but topped of with thigh high leather boots. Her eyes were a deep red, at times they almost seemed electric. Her hair was a strange hue of violet and it tumbled down to her thighs in soft waves.

Nyla took a step closer when he back away against a table. "I am Nyla, and you freed me from my prison," she lifted her arms slowly towards him once again. She tried to smile as sweetly as she possibly could.

OOC: Ok thats a bit better.

 

[Revelations]

Nyla waited for a responce from her new toy, but instead he just coughed and choked on the smoke the orb created when it freed her. She became very concerned for him, when it lasted more then a few seconds. She dropped her hands as she waited for it all to clear. She straightened herself, wanting to look great for him. More so now that she could see him clearly and she liked what she saw. Her smile faltered a little when he drew his blade, 'surely he wouldn't kill me already would he' she thought to herself.

She could tell when he got a better look of her. In an instant his face showed confusion. Nyla was wearing next to nothing. Her large DD breasts were only covered by small triangles attached to string. Her lower half was in the same state of course, but topped of with thigh high leather boots. Her eyes were a deep red, at times they almost seemed electric. Her hair was a strange hue of violet and it tumbled down to her thighs in soft waves.

Nyla took a step closer when he back away against a table. "I am Nyla, and you freed me from my prison," she lifted her arms slowly towards him once again. She tried to smile as sweetly as she possibly could.

OOC: Ok thats a bit better.

His blade was kept pointed at her until he saw her fully – and he noticed she couldn’t easily be a threat wearing barely anything, and then with no weaponry. The eyes and hair however caught his attention, and he seemed somewhat defensive still though he began to lower the blade, the tip soon pointing to the floor rather than at her chest. “Freed you from a prison...” His voice was soft as he recovered, though there was a firm and confident edge to it. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together. “The orb... You were trapped in the Orb. You’re a demon, aren’t you? Alex’s voice was not accusatory but he seemed to have some edge to it as he straightened out, the red plate making a soft clinking sound as parts scraped against the table. “Nyla.” Normally it would be his duty to hunt demons down, slay her... But for now there seemed little reason to actively harm her. “What are you, are you a demon?” Keeping some distance from her, he blinked his eyes as he finally recovered and caught his second wind. “Call me Alex, if you wish.” He would begin to slowly sheath his blade, though he seemed unsure of why she was lifting her arms. “Perhaps we do not need to fight, though it should be said my duty is ensuring your kind does no harm to innocents.”