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Corruption (One Lost Soul x MellowYellow)

One Lost Soul

One Lost Soul

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Dec 29, 2013
With a tired sigh, Caranifer looked down on the planet below her. A spinning marble of blues and greens and browns, with a species that thought itself to be the only important life, when in the grand scheme of the universe they didn't even make but a second on the clock of life. She had seen so many places like this burn under the harsh glare of cruel, dying stars. She had seen so many more that were burned in the hatred of war's flames. To see another place following that road, yet one so abnormally filled with those who could save, and still it was slowly working its way to destruction. Whether it was a testament to her own powers or to the stubbornness and destructive ways of the creatures below, Caranifer didn't know.

Every passing day would bring this planet one step closer to it's fall - yet it wasn't fast enough for her liking. The animals below, these "humans", were as resilient as they were destructive. For every new tool which was made to kill them, a new defense was made to stand across from it. With the advent of the sword came the armor plate. With the coming of the horse, the spear. The gun, the bulletproof vest. With superweapons? Superheros. Or so that was what she had heard those who lived below calling them. It seemed for every superhero, there was a countering super villain. It had not been three months after arriving to this miserable little squalid corner of the galaxy when she had met - Him. One of the "true Superheros", with some outdated sense of justice and honor, and just the whole embodiment of every fake and hollow thing in the galaxy. There were no good people. In time, even He had realized this. The generations that followed him to "fight evil" were not even trying to pretend that they truly cared. They, in the end, were no better than she, and the only difference there was between them was that Caranifer didn't pretend to care what other, lesser beings thought of her.

They would not truly care for any "good" deeds. In time, even Aleph realized this in his peers. They were uncaring and unmotivated, like those that they claimed to protect.

She had watched him that day. From the comfort of a chair with a commanding watch of her ship's bridge, cloaked in the orbit of the Earth, she had seen the surge of power burning through the vacuum of space as he left. She had hoped in some part of her that he might leave this solar system, never to return, and simply let it fall as she knew it would. Yet some part of her felt - disappointed in a way. She reasoned it was not unlike the feeling a lesser mortal might have when they have lost a limb. Even after so many years, the commander of the Nightmare Child had never come across a soul as - interesting as him. Aleph was what he had called himself at the time, the birth-name of Adam kept secret so that he might protect his closest loved ones while they still drew breath. Others she had met were on only one extreme: they would all stand against her until she had shown them the force of a two-dreadnought "fleet" brought to bare on their planet. Then they would either kill themselves or - well, it was safe to say that there were some among her crew that had once flown other flags and rallied against her.

Yet now the "Nightmare Child", the sister to the "Dark Star", drifted through space as a vented hulk on which you would find no life save the ravenous drones that sought out to destroy any organic material detected aboard. Because she had thought Aleph to be no less a fool than those she had faced before and he was clever and quick enough to use that against her. Never before had she met somebody she felt not only to be a challenge but potentially . . . an equal? Maybe, had he not so ardently clung to his false ideals when they first met.

He had not fled, she had found. Not out of the system as she had hoped, in part. Instead he was found on Mars. Few things lived on the sparse red globe, so few that the humans of Earth felt the whole place to be lifeless. The things on that planet were such low forms of life, with little intelligence compared to even the humans of Earth, that she paid the creatures no mind. Some day they might reach to the stars and there they would find on Earth the fading and dusted remains of a civilization long vanished from the surface. Should she have her way. Yet she knew that even as they were now, she was just one woman, with one ship. None could hope to leave the surface so they might match her in a standing war but they could still fight. And there were things about the planet she wasn't so eager to see burned away. Ebony hair curled around a single gloved finger, she closed her eyes, and heaved a tired sigh as she listened to the hum of the bridge.

"Darlotta." She kept her words terse, and heard a small questioning squeak from the young woman in question, "Teleport me down to the surface of their red planet. I wish to speak with - Him."

"M-ma'am?" It was no secret her once burning hatred for the man might still linger, at least so her crew thought.

"I did not ask for questions." Caranifer regarded the young woman with venom in her gaze, "Now do it!"

With a snap of blue-gold light, she disappeared from her chair. In the everything-nothing between realities she barely had enough time to brace herself, with only good practice causing the next flash of light on the surface of Mars to reveal her standing primly with arms clasped in front of her at the waist several yards from her intended - target. Though part of her wanted to, she restrained herself from casting an invisibility spell over herself. She didn't want to seem hostile, after all.
 
Adam, an appropriate name for the first male of a new species. He had been born in atomic hellfire at the start of the 1960s in a bid to create the first ever superhuman. And how successful they had been, creating a man of mighty power who could crush diamonds with his fingers, fly fast enough to breach even the speed of light itself- a man who could endure a nuclear blast as if it was a mere gust of wind. A man who could burn the world with his gaze. Such a man surely could have been king, or even a god.

Yet he had no desires for such things, not at first. Adam, or Aleph as he dubbed himself, was content to lead a comic book fantasy and serve as a protector alongside several other superheroes. They had been the first and greatest, The Brigade. But they were not like he, they were not eternal. One by one they died to disease, or old age, or fell in battle. But Aleph pressed on. He, at the time, had believed in human goodness and that he could be a guiding beacon to these people to help them grow better.

How naive.

He had known love from a human woman- but she too had been as transient and fleeting as snow in his eyes. He had even attempted to live with a human identity, but the trouble became too much as far as Aleph was concerned.

As time went on more superhumans were born, but they were a different breed to what Adam had known. Murderous sociopaths who had no qualms with killing supervillains, to whom collateral damage didn't matter in the slightest. The crushing blow had come when Adam realized people supported these people- they had chosen the man who would kill over the man who wouldn't- and that was what had driven him to flee to Mars with his fortress on his back in a self-imposed exile. The harshness of Mars posed no challenge to him.

Within the looming and intimidating form of The Sierra, Adam was busily running tests and simulations on the massive supercomputer of the underground chamber. It was a hulking building built by his own superhuman hands and abnormally smart mind- fashioned with super science more than three centuries ahead of earth's technology. Its sleek metal walls were lined with chittering computer banks and wall lights.

If Caranifer were to look, she would see many keepsakes he had gathered on his legendary journeys- like the Hyper Golem's miniature galaxy framed within a tesseract energy cell. Telos V's solar computer. Cain's dagger, famed for being able to kill any that were cut by it (Didn't work on Adam himself). Even the fabled molecular gauntlet of the space pirate Aileron Djee, its power core currently missing.

He turned when he felt the bending of space behind him. Years had passed since he left earth but he looked no older. His hair might have been an inch longer, and he had the formation of a beard on his jaw, but aside from that he seemed to be the same age. He looked at Caranifer with neither interest or anger, and for a moment he seemed to be almost staring through her.

"You lost?" he asked dryly, turning back to his large computer "Olympus Mons is thirty miles west of here if you're looking for the tourist sites."
 
"Tourist sites?" She laughed, a short and controlled thing, "Only the mortal of that small marble they call Earth would see Olympus as anything impressive. You and I have both seen far more impressive things."

As she spoke she walked the outer edge of the room, keeping herself the same distance from the man at seemingly all times. One hand danced across the keepsakes that she saw here. Some of them were things she had seen or heard of before in her own travels. The miniature galaxy was one of only three she'd even known were built, and at least one of the other two had been destroyed in the passing of a interplanetary war, and the other by the Hyper Golem himself. Cain's Dagger was a tool even a sorceress of her power did not feel like messing with, at least not on this day. And a pirate herself, it was no surprise that she'd both seen and heard many of the tales that came with Aileron Djee and his molecular gauntlet. A frown came to her face as a quick check revealed its power core was gone. She knew where one might be acquired but - well now wasn't the time for that sort of thing. Adam hardly struck her as the sort of man who might see the potential for such a thing and her plan was too delicate to risk his anger by thievery.

While she possessed more individual items in her own collection, not one was as valuable as any single thing that Adam kept here. These were the sort of things one would use in the bid for planets, for whole peoples being sold in to service. Adam was a terribly rich man and he probably knew it as well. Yet she knew of something, not quite in her possession, that would make even the rarities in this room seem like so many valueless trinkets if - no, when her plan succeeded.

She dared to take a few steps closer, though far enough that she might cast a spell to protect herself in time if he proved violent.

"Aleph?" She began, though the way she bit at her lower lip betrayed her thoughts as she began again, "Adam - may I call you Adam? You seem sedate, all things considered. Last time we met, it was hardly so - peaceful. I know they say time heals all wounds but to be honest, I'd think we've caused more than just a few wounds between us."
 
"Adam, Aleph... call me what you will, a name is a name," he replied in a casual manner. In the past he certainly wouldn't have been so polite or welcoming to Caranifer, he likely would have launched into some sort of speech and given her the ultimatum to leave or face the consequences for trespassing. Now though, he seemed to have lost that fire. Time had worn him down, and the current state of the earth had only poured sand on the embers of his passion.

He was aware of his former enemy taking a few steps closer but he was paying no mind, continuing to run calculations and simulations on his powerful computer. Efforts of exploiting time travel so that he could relive his glory days... if only for a little while. But even Adam, the absolute winner of the superpower lottery, could not find the means to shatter the time barrier. A shame, but he seemed to show no frustration over this limitation.

There was a way, surely...

"The past is the past, engraved in stone and something that can't ever be changed or revisited. Our past is irrelevant I suppose," the tall male said, turning his focus back to her. Adam turned fully, his cape draping down over one half of his body while his eyes surveyed the sorceress fully. She was dangerous, he knew that much from experience. One of the few to ever genuinely threaten him. "Why are you here Caranifer?"
 
"Why am I here?" She repeated the question and a feigned look of innocence mixed with hurt crossed her face, "Why, can't a girl just come for a visit without being questioned?"

Quickly, that expression vanished, and it was replaced with a smile that screamed of secret plans that had yet to be given a voice. She eyed the form of the man in front of her and if he was perceptive enough he might notice something he would have only seen in her eyes a select few times: a seeming - interest. Better described as a hunger that flashed in the depths of her eyes as she took in his form once he had turned around to face her. Few people cut as imposing a figure as Aleph, especially when mad, or when he was giving off such an icily stoic demeanor. She steeled herself mentally even if from the outside she seemed as aloof and blase as she normally appeared to be.

"You talk about the past and time like its unchanging." She shook her head, though drew closer still, maybe too close, and slowly began to circle the man, "Though I wouldn't expect you to think any different, all things considered. Frankly, I was considering giving you an offer. If you'd be interested."
 
The towering male continued to watch her movements with that same unchanging expression. His guard was still up however, as he knew the kind of threat Caranifer posed and just how crafty she could be. Even to a man with his level of power, the sorceress posed a very real challenge and could possibly even kill him.

"An offer?" Aleph repeated. Aha, so there it was, the potential deal with the devil. Caranifer was the kind of woman who could offer you the stars, but only in exchange for some kind of horrible price. That had been the case with several individuals Adam had encounters on his voyages through the star, several great kings and emperors who had been tempted only for their empires to be turned to dust.

"And just what kind of offer did you have in mind?" he asked, watching the attractive alien move around him. "Make no mistake, I haven't decided if I'm interested or not. But I'm a... nice guy, so I suppose I should at least hear you out."
 
"You're willing to hear me out? Oh how charitable."

She continued to circle him, like a dance between predator and prey. Though if she didn't handle this right, the line differentiating between those two would become blurred very quickly, and that was something she wanted to avoid if she could.

"Time. We all speak of it like its an immovable thing, just going in one direction eternally. But if we could understand it and control it, as it truly was," she shrugged, "Well then those mortal grammar experts would have no further reason to get up in the morning." At this point she stopped for a moment before turning to circle the man the other way, though having worked closer still, "Humanity lives. Their successors will live. Your glory days were lived. But what if I told you that it wasn't so resolute? What if I told you that we exist across time, and that all of those things are both true and false?"

She smiled, seemingly innocent. Yet beneath it gears were turning as she tried to figure out the best way she might convince him to her side. He was a tough case to crack, she knew, and didn't want to spoil anything by making him unwilling to listen. She might be able to pull off the whole plan without him since he had exiled himself from Earth, but she wasn't willing to gamble with the odds that would put her up against.

"So? Interested now?"
 
The superhuman watched her motion about, clearly unwilling to just drop his guard. He might have dropped his duty as the defender of the earth, but that didn't mean he couldn't pose a threat to Caranifer. After all, in their first encounter he proved himself by crushing her super-satellite into a cube and hurling it into the farthest reaches of the solar system with a swift throw.

Yes, Caranifer knew just what he was capable of. No wonder she was playing it so safe.

Adam continued listening to what she was saying, not sure what to really make of her suggestions. Back in the eighties, Mister Majesty had suggested a similar cronal theory, about all time running concurrently but he had never had the resources to fully realise this theory before he was slain by the Death Monarch. "Uh huh," the tall male replied, folding his arms across his chest "Just what did you have in mind for this theory of yours? What kind of proof is there?"
 
"Proof?" She did her best to look offended as though she hadn't had every reason to expect him not to taker her at her word, "Why Aleph, don't you trust me?"

That faded with a roll of the eyes and a light, airy laugh. By now she'd come just close enough that she was able to reach out and just barely graze one sleeve of his outfit. It was testing very unsure waters for her. After all, she didn't know how he might react, but she needed to get -- closer, for her plan to work after all. With her other hand, a snap of the finger brought a moment of flashing pale green light on her palm. It shifted and moved as it slowly began to take shape and a different color. The object that came to be floating just an inch above her open palm looked like a pair of crosses, one inverted, and secured to the other by a half-inch thick metal band of some sort of a contrasting black to the "crosses" white. Across it were etched gold symbols from a language that not even Caranifer herself had recognized when she'd found it. With the help of her magic it looked just like the real thing that she had in her possession. In all it was an inch thick, and a foot tall in total, with the arms of the crosses extending out an additional four inches out.

Should Aleph try to grab it, he would see it was only an image. After all, if he discovered the true nature of it before agreeing to her plans then she didn't want to risk him taking it from her. Not even a fallen hero could so readily accept so many lives taken without -- persuasion.

"This." She said simply.

She stayed silent a moment, letting him watch the image before him, and voice any questions or skepticism at first.

"Your Mister Majesty found it back when he was still working on that base little theory of his. The Death Monarch thought it only a pretty trinket, but couldn't pawn it off for anything. When he tried to get smart with me? Well, I took it. In trade for not blowing him into atomic dust."

She had a satisfied smile.

"Nobody knows exactly where it came from. The peoples that made it disappeared long before even my people took to the stars, but its the operating proof of the existence of parallel worlds. And the key to getting to them." Another airy laugh, "Can you imagine it, Aleph? A way to go back in time to anywhere - anywhen you wanted."

She closed her hand, the image disappearing, and with one resting on his arm she began one slow step at a time to circle around him as she had before.

"A world where your best are lived again."

And now as she circled him again she came very close. So close that, with one arm coming to wrap around his own, her chest pressed close to his, and her free arm motioning out as if towards the sky. Looking up at him, cat-like grin on her face, and she looked up to him with sparkling hazel eyes.

"Out there. You remember all those posing "heroes"? The ones who drove you from your own planet? Could you imagine the power of the Brigade coming back? You would be the envy of kings and rulers. You would have a world answering to you, Aleph. Your. World." Then that hand was placed ever so gingerly, fingertips only on his chest, "Our world. If you agree to work with me."
 
The offer was fascinating, and the strange image of the device that was shown to him seemed so... enticing. He had examined many ancient worlds and species, yet this was as new to him as it was to anyone else. Was it magic? Highly advanced technology beyond the scope of even the most advanced sciences of corporeal being? Honestly Aleph didn't know, and likely couldn't decipher it on his own.

There she was, one of his past enemies, a woman who was as lethal and deceptive as she was beautiful, whispering all manner of sweet promises into his ear. He could have an eternity of his glory days, the Norman Rockwellian world he had missed so dearly. Aleph shouldn't have listened, should have pushed Caranifer away there and then, but the offer of what she could give him... agh. It was tempting, like an offer from Satan himself.

He could feel her pressed into him, but Aleph's reaction to the intimacy seemed... mixed. He didn't pull her in but he hardly tried to throw hr away. "I see," he said simply, before then turning his gaze back toward the mysterious alien before him. There was something in that expression, as if he was trying to read her mind.

One power he luckily didn't have.

"And why do you need me exactly?" he asked, taking a moment to grip her wrist and move it a few inches from his chest. Aleph kept watch on her, as if expecting her to start spewing all manner of fire and lightning his way. There was no telling how she could react at a moments notice. "You're a capable woman Caranifer, so why do you need me? And for that matter, why would you want to make 'me' of all people happy? We've hardly been best friends in life."
 
She had to stop herself from scowling as he grabbed at her hand like that.

Instead she pouted, "Aleph, I'm hurt."

He was an attractive man, yes, but she couldn't let that excuse everything he might do. Especially with their history he so casually reminded her of. And her she'd been hoping a few sweet words and some close touching might get him to be a little more pliant. She was a fool to forget that he was made of some much sterner stuff. Then again, she reminded herself, it was a common saying among the mortal humans: the grapes higher up tasted sweetest -- or some garbage like that. The message was still the same. Maybe it would be worth it to work at this in order to get Aleph on her side. So she didn't immediately pull her hand free of his deceptively loose grip on her wrist. Instead through her other hand, with subtle magic of no noise or sound, she cast a spell. A simple one, of lust tinged with a relaxation of inhibitions. While she didn't know whether or not it would work, it might be worth a shot as she made sure to reassert her closeness to him before pulling her hand free.

"I'm coming to you honestly, here. Don't think I have nothing to gain, here. I may have tried to kill you before, yes. We're both guilty of that you could say, but I've never lied to you." She shook her head, that pout shrinking ever so slightly, with it the flow of the spell flared for a moment, "I think as somebody from who feels so alone in the universe, you could understand where I might benefit from this. But if you honestly trust me so little then I guess you can't be persuaded."

With that she shook her head and let go, turning to walk towards the door once more before getting ready to let her ship know she was ready to leave again.
 
There was something strange in the air, something that made the towering male shiver ever so slightly. Magic had always been troublesome for his invulnerability to deal with, along with certain wavelengths of radiation. It seemed that as magic was something that functioned outside the laws of physics, it could pass right through his bodies natural barrier. As a result it seemed he had no real sway over its effects on him. That sensation that permeated his body and made him feel something he hadn't experienced in years.

Arousal. A barely contained lust. Had it really be so long that even the faintest female attention could attract him and get him feeling like a stick of dynamite set to explode? Dear oh dear.

He saw Caranifer make her move to leave, and once Aleph had managed to pry his eyes away from that attractive backside of hers, he called out for her "Ah, wait just a minute!" Agh... was he really doing this? Was he that desperate for companionship that wasn't robotic? Well... he supposed isolation did have its drawbacks. "Perhaps we could... talk this over? I might have been a little rash in my judgement, but... well I suppose I need more information on all this."
 
She wouldn't lie. Maybe as she walked away she had put more of a sashay to her step than normal. Maybe the hand resting so delicately on her hip wasn't really necessary. Maybe a more "moral" person would have felt like they were using their looks to their advantage unfairly. Caranifer didn't make a habit of caring much. As soon as Aleph spoke, she stopped, and looked over her shoulder from where she stood in the doorway. For a moment she didn't look at him and just let him speak. With one arm resting on the frame of the doorway and the other still resting on cocked hips, she glanced back at him over her shoulder. Her arm hid the coy smile that danced across her lips as she watched him now. It was good to know the spell seemed to work.

"Talk, hm? About what?" She looked away again, "Seems to me you already decided that you want nothing to do with me, Aleph."

It was dirty. It was deceitful. Some might have gone so far as to say it was plainly evil. Then again Caranifer had never been a believer in "good" or "evil". Life was a simple thing. Those who fought best, be it through either deception or through brute force, were the ones who survived and triumphed. With her magic and mind combined with Aleph's raw brutality and strength - the world could very well crumble to her will even without the strange artifact in her possession. That would simply make it easier. She just needed to make sure that he was fully with her before she began to reveal her plan further to him.
 
Aleph scowled, as again that familiar sensation of heat began to vibrate through his body radiating from his cor to the very tips of his extremities. She certainly did look attractive like that, and it was actually enjoyable to watch her waking away. No doubt she was putting a little extra effort into it this time around, smooth motions designed to draw him in hook line and sinker. And the worst part is, despite being highly aware of this entirely likely possibility, the towering superman couldn't do much to slow his mounting interest.

Well... Caranifer knew her stuff. The right amount of teasing and pressure to draw him straight in.

"I didn't exactly say that," Aleph replied stiffly, taking a moment to awkwardly scratch at his scalp, now feeling more than a little awkward around the space pirate. What was she planning and why did she need him for it? "I just need more information on all... this. It's been a long time since I left this place and... well I need to know what I'm getting into beforehand. But um... well my curiosity is more than a little piqued by what you've said."
 
"You're asking a very broad question, Aleph."

She had a rather annoyed frown on her face as she turned around to face the superman, with her arms crossed, and she leaned on the doorway still but with her shoulder on it rather than her hand. In all she looked, while possibly sultry or attractive to some, also rather irritated or - maybe disappointed? Yes, disappointed would be a good emotion to exude right then. Magical alterations and such, maybe he could start to see some almost "cute" disappointment in her as she watched him.

"You left and the world out there has become less without it. All those faux "heroes" you always disliked, Aleph. They're as cheap as chips. Any rich fool who can hold a gun thinks he's in my league and can take me on in a fight. Have of them don't even have any sort of powers anymore, Aleph."

Caranifer shook her head, as if she had reason to be disappointed in underperforming competition.

"They just shoot somebody and run off before the cops arrive. Hardly better than the criminals they're fighting." She leaned off of the doorway and - now there it would be, a sultry glint to her eye and the curve of a growing smile, "Not like you, Aleph."

She grew closer still, shaking her head again, but much slower this time as she uncrossed her arms.

"Not like you. At. All."

There she was. Close enough to touch again. Close enough to feel, and not seemingly at risk of getting any farther away.
 
He genuinely found it hard to believe that his former enemy was flirting with him, that she was buttering him up so thoroughly. What was even more surprising was that Aleph found himself genuinely enjoying the feeling. It really must have been a long time for him to receive any kind of attention or affection... maybe it was something he had craved all along? That tingle caused by Caranifer's spell just seemed to grow even more intense.

"You know what some of them are like... it started out with people like Swordmaster and Bloodsport, and they wound up making cults out of the teenagers who looked up to him," he said with a soft sigh. It was all like a nightmarish subversion to the idea of a sidekick, so-called superheroes roaming around with armies of child soldiers in masks.

Aleph gave a small grumble, scratching at his jaw as the sorceress approached him "The worst part is, when these people came along they were actually supported by the people. That was why I left, because I couldn't take that notion," he explained. By the time he looked up again, he was able to realise that Caranifer was directly before him, just within the reach of his arms. My my, how attractive she looked...

Had she always looked that good? Well, apparently...

The towering superhuman reached down and placed two hands on her shoulders, managing to control his strength enough to keep is grip on her a light one. Over all these years he had managed to develop perfect control over his own raw physical might. "If you're willing to let me undo all that damage... then I guess my mind's made up. I'm siding with you on this Caranifer," Aleph explained, managing the smallest of smiles.
 
It was as easy as that, it seemed.

But this was only the beginning.

Getting her foot in the door, as it were, was only the first step, and for everything to work as she needed it Caranifer had to make sure Aleph was completely in support of her. If any part of the visage fell and he saw through what she was doing, discovered any one thing too soon, then the plan would - well the plan would be stable should she employ powerful enough magics to coerce him. After all while he had been living in exile and forsaking the world he'd sworn to protect, she had been practicing, and honing her skills in magic and warfare. Yet at the same time, Caranifer thought to herself as hazel eyes traced the curves of muscle hidden beneath the suit he wore, mind control made other pursuits so horribly drawl and uninteresting.

Though to be sure, maybe she could get some fun in now?

His hands on her shoulders, she slipped one of her arms to the inside of his own, with fingers trailing those very same curves that her eyes had seen before. She stepped closer as her hand came to rest on his shoulder - and slowly channeled the same spell as before through her touch. A smile, something between sly and coy, flittered across her lips as she looked up to him now. She made sure to be as close as possible - without coming so close as to press their bodies against one another. After all, he had to feel like he had some control over the situation or otherwise he might see through and realize she was using magic.

"Are entirely behind me then, hm?" She pursed her lips and did her best to stamp the hunger she knew was growing in her eyes - and glazed over the change in - 'positions' with her words, "Are you sure?"
 
One of the drawbacks to invulnerability meant that Aleph felt almost... numb at times, as if even the most simple of touches couldn't penetrate to his brain. But Caranifer, as a woman so filled with magical power that it seemed to constantly be radiating off of her, well Aleph could feel everything from her. It was nice, obviously.

In fact it felt so nice to have the touch of another human being, that Aleph seemed incapable of picking up on any ulterior motives from his former enemy.

The dark-haired superhuman could feel the blood rush south, the feeling of Caranifer's attractive and curvaceous body pressed so close to his own making him gradually harder. As one would imagine, the physical god was a well endowed fellow. "Yes... I'm sure," Aleph said finally, unaware of the magic on him growing even more intense.

His eyes glanced to his right, seeing his large Martian clock ticking into the late afternoon period. He hummed slightly and then glanced down to the shorter female "So... do you want something to eat while you're here?" Adam asked. He himself didn't really need to eat, but he knew his manners... and for whatever reason he wanted to be slightly romantic toward the space witch.
 
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