Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

[TinyThings]

Elegant fingers, wrapped in tight black leather, trickled down the length of a special made Hand Crossbow, unlatching the safety hook, causing the spring mechanism to jump the hand held weapon loose. This caused a dim light to glow, as the Hand Crossbow loaded a golden arrow onto the string. Reaching into her belt, her free hand grabbed the second Hand Crossbow, unlatching the safety there as well. These where no original Hand Crossbows, but Holy weapons, granted onto a Hero of the people by the Archangel of Arsenals. These where only granted onto the most promising, powerful Demon Hunters in the world, only 12 had been made so far. Two of these, had been granted to the Demon Hunter: Anellia. Her prowess against her mortal enemies, and the defeat of the Aspect of Lust, had been noted by the Angelic Counsel, and this boon had been granted upon her. And now, once again, she hunted an Aspect. She was not certain which it was, but the power that came from the Tomb she stood before, was not that of a mere Demon. It had a strange familiar feel to it. As if she'd tasted battle with this Aspect before. She had only fought one Aspect, and that one had been defeated. This had to be another foe, but she would step lightly nevertheless. So once again, 'Twin's of Light', was loaded and prepared for another fight.

Hiding her athletic body behind a maneuverable leather outfit, small, hard metallic plates for vulnerable areas, and a dark shrouded cloak, Anellia walked down the first set of stairs into the tomb. Her face was hidden bellow a black hood, and behind a black bandanna, covering from her nose and down. She new subterfuge was impossible against powerful Demons, but she remained weary, knowing she could still sneak past risen skeletons and Succubuss, unless coordinated by the Aspect.

Her fingers tightened around the handle of her Crossbows, the golden arrows giving a faint glimmer with every candle she walked past, down the first long set of stairs. She walked past many hallways, that would lead further into the huge tomb, knowing her destination was deep down bellow all of these. She wasn't hunting a mere risen spirit, of a long dead Lord. No, she had her eyes set on a higher price. Anellia was dead set on her goals, stopping at nothing to get there, and take down her prey. She was both renowned and feared for this, having ignored wounded citizens, to take down the one who hurt them, so that the evil deed could not be done again. Protecting the innocent from hoards of Ghouls and Skeletons, was not her job. Her job was to take down the one pulling the strings of these undead creatures, so as to stop future tragedies. Protection, was the job of a Crusader. Her job, was Assassination. this kind of tunnel vision, was often misunderstood as ignorance for others well being. But she'd seen what happens, when the strong remains behind walls, to protect the innocent and weak. Her family had been obliterated by Demons, when a powerful Cult Lord began sieging her home town. The walls held for many weeks, before the Summoners hoards grew too powerful, and they finally broke through. Had someone stepped up, and killed this Cult Lord, her family would still be alive. No one else, would feel her pain.

Finally, she reached the floor of the tomb she was aiming for, the very bottom one. Stepping into a short hallway, the emerald around her neck shined into life, lighting up the dark and dreary area. Many closed tombs adorned the walls, giving way for potential enemies to spring upon her. She would not give them the chance. The Aspect already had to know about her approach, so there where no reason to take chances. Instead, she clicked her right crossbow against her lap, attaching an arrow with a canister, pointing it towards the middle of the room, firing off an arrow who's explosion created a bright light, and pushed aside dust and cobwebs.
From there, Anellia stepped into the room with confident steps, each calculated and thought through. Coffins started rolling out of their sockets in the walls, as both Ghouls and Skeletons rose from their graves, giving off broken groans and hiss' as they fought away stone and rubble from their tombs. Groans and moans where silenced, the second heads showed up from the tombs, Anellia firing arrows in all directions, as her elegant body strode through the hallway. And with every golden arrow fired, a magical arrow followed, seeking out it's own target to strike.
The further she got down the hallway, the more crowded her path became with enemies, and the less there was behind her. Soon, she had no way of moving forward, for a large wall of undead, and she stopped. Reaching out for her left Hand Crossbow, she clicked a small button bellow the handle, and aimed the bow at the crowd. The bow string filled with arrows, pointing in an arc in front of her, and when fired spewed a batalion of piercing arrows at her targets. Groans and screeches signified the fall of many miscreants, ultimately emptying the hallway, showing her the path down to an open door.

Taking a deep breath, Anellia clicked the button again, returning the ammo to a golden arrow instead, as her high black heels carried her forward, through the large door. Again, she took her precautions, never leaving her back exposed, as she prepared for the unknown, in her search for her newest target.

 

[darjeeling]

RE: Do you know, what your truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

The Maiden of Lust. The Mistress of Pain. Consort of Azmodan.

Cydaea.

The name whispered was a name many would not forget so easily, and it was this fact that the freshly blooded Aspect of Lust frowned at. Having been a part of her 'mother's' brood for centuries, her defeat had come as a shock at first, but it had quickly become apparent that without a firm hand, her sisters would fall apart. She did not look much different from the rest of her brethren save for a few minor adjustments made to her appearance after she had been enlisted as their new Savior. It was not a position she had asked, or even craved for but she most certainly believed that she could do better than her former mistress as the Maiden of Lust. With Azmodan's destruction however, it was rather difficult to completely take up the Spider's mantle but Malvera would simply make do. Either way, she had no intention of being consort to any Demon, Aspect or otherwise.

The Succubus retained the large bat-like wings, claws arched and menacing at the very tip with leathery membrane in between the limbs to allow flight but she was at least a head or two taller than her brethren. Her fingers themselves were tipped with equally wicked talons, her hands drenched in a dark crimson that looked a little like blood. Whilst her chest remained as bare as the rest of her, there was some degree of modesty to the fabric covering her lower region, though the back left much to be desired. It allowed her ridged tail to swing freely and with precision. In addition, her hair had been freed from the horn-like extensions her sisters usually wore, her inky-black hair tumbling down in a raven waterfall to her hips, her ears tapered below a pair of horns that resembled that of a ram. In truth, she looked much closer to be a smaller, more voluptuous version of Diablo himself than Cydaea but that did not bother the tall Succubus one bit.

Malvera rested at the center of the large maze, preferring her heroes to find her themselves rather than taunt them as Cydaea had done. It was foolish to order her follows to attack intruders one at a time and had it been up to her, the Succubus would have made sure the flow of demons did not stop. A soft sigh issued between her ruby-red lips, a stark contrast to her otherwise pale body. Her forked tongue flickered out to run against the lower one in thought. Her minions had reported the appearance of yet another Nephalem, wielding twin crossbows and picking off her demons one by one. There was nothing left to defend here save for her Succubi sisters but it appeared that Justice was never finished until they had demolished everything in its path. Tombs crushed, pots and vases destroyed and the blood of demons everywhere; the walls, the floor, the ceiling and the bodies only continued to pile up constantly. She could smell the blood and the scent of the Demon Hunter who thought herself so clever.

A vile hiss rose up through her pale lavender body as she stretched out from her throne like a cat sharpening its claws against a tree. It was not as if the Succubus was completely obvious to what was happening. Though humans rarely liked to associate themselves with demons, especially not after the wondrous mess the Nephalem had made of things, there were few that still found themselves enticed by the promises of ultimate power and infinite pleasure. These humans would go so far as to round together like-minded individuals and carry out actions and perform duties for these demons they worshiped. Malvera was not one of them, with the Succubus preferring to remain hidden deep within the tombs yet her name still reached like coiled whispers to the world above. Sanctury truly was a most fascinating place and it was only through this thought that she stayed, despite wanting more than to be done with Humans, Nephalem and Angels alike. Yet she could feel the Hunter's presence beyond her very walls. While it was not the most heavily defended 'castle', no mere human would be able to penetrate the maze.

This reason exactly was why Malvera was unsurprised that the Demon Hunter had managed to find her way down without getting lost or eaten. She sat back on her throne made of bone and steel, her heavy tail curled up and draped against the armrest as she awaited the Nephalem's arrival. The entrance was explosive, literally, and the Succubus found herself grinning. Rather than wishing to be alone, she was still a Succubus through and through, straight to the blackened lump of a heart. The aura she exuded could only be described as strongly sexual, the way she sat unsurprisingly erotic, her tail flickering back and forth as she watched the Demon Hunter emerged from the smoke seeping away into the underground vents, her mind connected as one to her Succubi sisters. One by one, her minions crawled towards her to which she answered with ease: an arrow for each, her style erratic yet strangely familiar.

Malvera's crimson eyes narrowed, with her scleroses painted black, it served as a rather terrifying gaze to behold. Every click of her foe's heel served to heighten her anticipation, her wings quivering behind her as Malvera, unable to sit still, sprang up as the Hunter entered her domain at last. The smell of demon blood was strong on her, as was the perfume scents of death and decay. A sly grin settled on her face, and without even a proper introduction, she kissed her palm and blew a speeding Blood Star at her new guest, the spiked orb burning a dangerous hue of orange and fire as it rolled rapidly towards the Demon Hunter.

 

[TinyThings]

RE: Do you know, what your truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

As the Aspect rose to her feet, Anellia immediately entered a ready position. Crouching down to prepare a jump. Aiming both weapons at the monster. Pinching her eyes for a better focus. It was obvious she had no intentions on speaking with the Demon. Her nose had not been wrong. This was the Aspect of Lust. But how was that possible? Her mind was puzzled, but her body remained focused. She was anticipating a long slur of grotesque offers and ridiculous propositions, as Cydaea had before her. Deep within her consciousness, she knew any offer from this new shape the Aspect, would be far more alluring then those of the hideous spider.

What was visible to others of her expression, showed great surprise at the Blood Star, suddenly speeding towards her. This silently cold attack, was not expected from the Aspect of Lust. Anellia quickly got her cold expression back, expecting to let this victory be the Demon's last. Her long legs quickly carried her to her side, running along the wall she was close to, making sure the Star would have to travel as far as possible to hit her. She had fought Succubus before, but none had fired Stars this fast. She aimed both her weapons towards the Demon, firing off two shots. Neither of them would hit Malvera, giving her little reason to avoid it, but if she didn't guess what was being fired at her, she would feel a set of black chains wrapping around her waist, attempting to latch around her body, coiling her all the way to her ankles.
Anellia continued her speedy escape from the Star, setting off into a high vault. Mid vault, she spread her legs, just enough to make it easier to grab a small device from her right leg, only to throw it towards the middle of the room. The device would not hit her either, but would make a springing noise once hitting the ground, a puff of smoke concealing the generation of a Sentry Turret.
As Anellia landed again, she sheathed her right weapon, only to reach into her pocket for a small dart. Her eyes never left the Demon, and first now, she took her time to aim properly, before throwing the dart. The dart was aimed at the weak spot of any natural Succubus. She didn't know if it would be the same for this Aspect, but it was worth a try. Should the coiling still stand strong, and the dart hit, it wouldn't hurt Malvera at all, but simply disappear and leave behind a large mark over her weak spot.

After the mark was attempted, the Sentry turret began rapidly firing bolts towards the Aspect. The turret send small explosive bullets out as well, that attempted to home in on the demon. And while the turret began firing, Anellia continued running away from the Star, attempting to still outrun it, as she continuously fired only half aimed bullets towards Malvera. It was obvious, that there was a reason to this Demon Hunter's success. It almost seemed a dance, when observing her elegant features dart across the battlefield, heels clicking with every step.

 

[darjeeling]

The Demon Hunter's fluidity and reflexes did not deter the Succubus Queen in the slightest. In fact, she was oddly delighted to be facing against an opponent who did not simply charge headfirst into the fray. It was refreshing and it was not long before the feeling sent an equally euphoric tingle down her spine. Her large, leathery wings flexed behind her as she rose into the air, her eyes centered on her prey even as the Nephalem took to the walls; the hissing of something fast and fierce caught Malvera's attention and she was just as quick to turn her body just so as the chains flew past her. She hissed as it slammed into the wall, the dark rumble of stone crumbling echoing throughout the spacious chamber as the Succubus landed, unable to keep herself afloat for too long.

The fact that her Blood Star had not connected with her target also did not surprise her. In fact, she would have been disappointed had the Demon Hunter been caught. The writhing crimson orb continued to streak after the Nephalem as a something was tossed into the air, landing just a few feet away from the demon. It clicked and whirred with foreign sounds, and Malvera was wise enough to step back just as the mechanism sprang to life, shooting at anything that dared to move within its radius. It seemed the little Demon Hunter had more than a few skills hidden up her sleeve. But the Succubus was more than just well equipped to deal with her prey's parlor tricks, her hand lifting almost lazily to bat away the dart whizzing towards her neck.

Yet despite her defenses, Malvera watched curiously as her palm began to glow an eerie shade of black, a strange symbol forming from the inky darkness. She clicked her tongue in annoyance; another trick to watch out for, but it seemed to do no more than mar her otherwise smooth skin. That was more than enough for the demon to consider this tryst over. The turret clicked, once, twice then thrice before a stream of bullets began to pour from the barrel and from beyond the smoke still lingering. Her wings automatically arched in front of her, a barrier seeming to form in front of her in shimmering light. Malvera grinned; being the Aspect of Lust had its perks and while it was amusing to see what the Demon Hunter had in mind, her invulnerability was not to last much longer.

The Succubus flicked her finger, the Blood Star speeding up for a brief moment, barely brushing against the Hunter's cloak before a click of her digits caused the entire orb to explode. Whether or not the burst would catch the Demon Hunter off guard was none of her concern, as Malvera's shield faded, her wings unfurled powerfully at once, pushing gusts of heavy wind towards the turret and hopefully her prey. The strength of this would have sent the sentry reeling, unhooking bolt and nail from the ground and even sending bits of debris and sections of broken pillars to the corners of the room. Malvera did not stop there. While the Nephalem was fast, she decided to test her speed against the Hunter's, her heels pushing off the cracked ground, her wings flapping once for momentum, her hand shooting out to catch the woman by her throat the moment she was close enough to do so.

 

[TinyThings]

Anellia hadn't expected this to be easy, and came as prepared as she possibly could. The Demon was fast, easily avoiding the chains as if she'd expected them. This caused a slight groan out of Anellia, as she continued running away from the orb. She watched closely where the dart hit, sneering as she saw it being batted away. The Mark of Death wouldn't be strong enough to kill a Demon, when it didn't hit a weak spot. But the symbol now carved into Malvera's hand, would make the strong skin on her hand, ten times as vulnerable, and a simple punch to it would probably hurt like hell, depending on the Demon's pain tolerance. A mark such as that, had caused the demise of the former Aspect of Lust. Anellia was expecting to land a good one, at some point, and this new miscreant would see the same fate.

The defensive barrier between Malvera and the turret, was the opposite of bothersome. It gave Anellia a place to attack, and she picked up her pace, heading for the other side of the enemy. But just as she set for this, the orb behind her seemed to pick up it's pace, causing Anellia to look over her shoulder in surprise, just in time to see the orb explode, plunging her through the air and on to the ground with a painful grunt. She'd never seen an orb explode like that, but while it'd caught her off guard, it didn't stop her relentless attack, quickly getting into a kneeling position, to fire a few arrows towards the Demon. The arrows sought out Malvera, and might even hit this time, but she didn't manage to get any more off, before the strong gusts started putting her off aim, and tumbling backwards. She tried her best to stay on her feet, but the strong gusts of wind was foreign to her, and she was thrown backwards. Dust blew up as she hit the ground a few times, dropping her crossbows as she rolled across the floor, before hitting the wall.

Anellia coughed silently, as the gusts of wind stopped, and started making her way on to her feet. But as she finally got up on her feet, it was already too late, seeing the Demon shoot through the dust, grabbing on to her neck. She was fast, but not strong enough to recover from being staggered that fast, and thereby unable to avoid a sudden attack like that. Anelia groaned as long slender fingers wrapped around her throat, gasping for air as she was pushed against the wall behind her. But even through all that, her eyes caught on to several things. Her Hand Crossbows where five steps away, and the marked hand was the one grabbing on to her. And when the dust finally settled, she'd gained her composure, both hands wrapping their fingers around the Demon's wrist, starring her down defiantly, with narrowed, emerald eyes, a low panting now replacing the clicking of high heels.

 

[darjeeling]

The arrows fired in her direction scraped past her skin, a crimson line bubbling dark blood drawn on her shoulder but she would not be denied. Not even when a stray bolt caught the edge of her clawed wings, almost severing one of the appendages. She barely felt the pain jolting through her, the sensation but a mere prickle of irritation as she bared her fangs as a final act of intimidation. Fast as the Demon Killer was, Malvera was faster still and the adrenaline pumping through her veins cleared her blooded vision just enough to see the woman squirming and gasping for air between her large claws.

The Succubus expended an almost Herculean amount of restraint to stop herself from simply crushing the Hunter's windpipe. It would be easy too. While the Nephalem were not as fragile as their Human counterparts, they died all the same when deprived of precious oxygen. Regardless, Malvera tightened her grip just a little more. Not enough to kill the woman, but it definitely made breathing a lot more difficult. She leaned forward, her unnaturally long tongue slithering out as if to taste the air about her. There was no fear to be found, only stubbornness. "So it seems you still have some fight in you," the Succubus purred. Again, she felt only elation that her prey had not given up.

Malvera shifted her weight so that her forearm pressed against the woman's chest. Using her knee, she parted the Hunter's legs to further cement the fact that it was she who was firmly in control. The presence of the spreading Mark staining her skin only furthered the Demon's desire for a bit of playful revenge. It was not every day one managed to hurt the Aspect of Lust, Nephalem or no. Her wounded wing, throbbing now with the almost delayed signals of pain, was brought forward. The blood had congealed but the talons still curled, cracking at the dry liquid as the Succubus brushed a claw against the Hunter's cheek. It sliced open a clean, shallow wound as the point continued down to pull the Nephalem's mask away.

"I should kill you now." Malvera said, humming as her wing drew away. "But that would be too easy, wouldn't it?" It was a rhetorical question, one in which she would only accept a single answer. The Succubus carried on, acting as if this had all been part of some grand scheme and that the Demon Hunter was no more than a pawn to be used. In a way, she could use her. A chuckle flew from her mouth, the sound an eerie echo in the now destroyed crypt. "Riddle me this: do you know why some say I am the embodiment of Lust itself?"

Malvera inclined her horned head, her full lips brushing against the Hunter's fresh wound as she dragged her tongue against the woman's cheek roughly before finding her ear to whisper. "Even the screams of dying men are that of ecstasy." As if to emphasize her point, the Succubus bit down on the fleshy lobe, her fangs piercing the fragile skin with ease.

 

[TinyThings]

The Demon's playfulness, was all too common by now. The very first Succubus she ever fought, had underestimated her as well, playing with her food. And as expected, this one couldn't resist the urge either. To revel in her victory. To tease and test her victim. The one -big- advantage men and Nephalim always had over Demons. A common weakness. And when the grip around her neck tightened, her eyes narrowed, with her panting growing heavier. The Aspect would taste no fear from the Demon Hunter, nor see anything but defiance and disdain in the woman's cold eyes. Her grip of the Aspect's wrist grew tighter in response to her own torture, her legs doing nothing to fight back what the Demon did.

Anellia's upper lip jumped a single time behind her mask, expelling a silent sneer past tempered gasps and pants for breath. Finally it spoke. Words to ignore, nothing else, as always. But even with her defiant attempt at ignoring what the Demon said, the voice pierced her mind. Such a soothing, but strong tone. She'd expected nothing less from a Demon of Lust, but it'd never had any effect on her, until this day. As the Demon shifted, Anellia remained still, letting her enemy do as she pleased, but never without calculating. Her eyes never pulled from the Demon's, as the claw approached her face. Not even when her brain forced her to feel the pain of cut, expelling it with a silent groan, before revealing her face. Her face was not one of a veteran Demon Hunter, but almost that of a child. She seemed no older than in her early twenties, far too young for her work. It would be hard to truly enjoy the beauty of the Demon Hunter, past the expression of pure hatred, with bright green eyes darting voiceless curses back against the Demon. If eyes could kill, the Demon would already be dust.
Anellia groaned once again, now in disgust, as the long tongue stroked over the trickling line of blood, slowly leaving the fresh wound. Only now, did her eyes avert from the Demon's, in order to look away, as soft words was whispered in her ear. Like a soft winter breeze, it caused a chill down Anellia's spin, as her fingertips pressed a little harder against the Demon's wrist. Her eyes pinched shut when her ear was bitten as well, a soft whimper blowing echos through the halls this time. A whimper, much less of disdain as before. As if a nerve had been struck. And Anelia didn't like it..

Anellia turned her head a bit, to get her lips a little closer to Malvera's, but without straining her bit ear.
"You.. Should've gone with the easy solution..." She growled with a sneering expression. Finally she moved again, letting go of the Demon's wrist, only to reach fingers into each of her bracers, pulling out a tiny blade from one, and a slightly longer one from the other. With a blink of the eye, the Demon Hunter attempted to stab the tiny blade into the marked hand, the symbol glowing red if the strike should hit. This attack would probably hurt enough to make the Demon loosen it's grip, and should that happen, the Demon Hunter ignored reason, ripping herself lose of the bite, even if it would cause a tear in her delicate ear, only to smack her forehead towards the Demon's face. While doing so, she stabbed the longer blade towards the Demon's thigh.
And if all her attacks succeeded, and the Demon should let off, even a little, Anellia would attempt to kick the Aspect aside, and jump for her Hand Crossbows.

 

[darjeeling]

The demoness' tongue was gone, retracted back into her mouth and running along the sharp points of her teeth as if to spread the taste of her blood all around. She decided that the Nephalem tasted just a little more bitter than the Angels, but was far more delectable than a Human. She felt the woman shift below her, loathing purely evident in her vocalizations. The Aspect of Lust felt the barest pressure against her wrist, but her attentions appeared to be solely focused on making her point very clear whilst enjoying the Huntress' wordless protests. Suddenly, her limb was free from warmth and touch.

Malvera seemed to respond instantaneously to the Demon Hunter's retaliation. The second her prey moved, she saw the flash of silver even in the dimly lit crypt; it was for that split second did the Succubus feel a hint of admiration for the Huntress, though that sentiment was quickly snuffed out as an unfamiliar pain breeched her body. It cut through her mind like the slender point of a sword, the point of origin appearing to be the Mark she had acquired not long ago. The Succubus hissed and snarled, the sound far louder than any other noise she had made thus far. This pain was different in that with every passing moment, it only seemed to grow until even her tail curled in misery.

"You little bitch!"

Gone was Malvera's flirtatious demeanor. Her pale face contorted with both discomfort and anger betrayed no evidence of her previous actions, her countenance equal parts terrible and beautiful. Her claws loosened their grip only momentarily, yet her other hand came up as the Hunter attempted to pull herself free. Her palm was large enough that it could cover almost all of the woman's face, her long fingers reaching around to slam the back of her prey's head against the wall and drag her upwards. The pain writhing in her hand and arm now hanging loosely by her side was more than enough to distract from the blade that ripped into the skin of her hide. The Huntress was feisty, but not in a way the Succubus enjoyed. Her arm seemed to drift higher, dragging the woman up against the stoney wall almost three feet off the ground before tossing her back towards the concrete.

Without giving the Demon Hunter even a millisecond, she pivoted in the air, her healthy hand finding a familiar grip around the woman's neck as Malvera's own, heavier form followed the Huntress to the dirty floor. Their position mirrored the situation before, the only difference being that they were now against a horizontal wall rather than the vertical one that made up the sides of the crypt. Malvera leaned forward, driving her knee into the woman's gut. "I would strongly suggest you not try that again." She said, her voice dangerously soft. "Now, give me your name before I rip you inside out."

 

[TinyThings]

The former Aspect of Lust had been fast as the wind, but never outdid Anellia herself. But when she felt the back of her head getting slammed against the wall behind her, and she gave off a destorted whimper, she knew she was outdone this time. After she got free, she barely even managed to move her head, before the attack of her face arrived. While her hood could protect her from cold weather, and being recognized, it did little to soften this blow. She quickly moved her hands back onto the Demon's new wrist, trying her best to pull the powerful hand away. But while Anellia was fast, she was also considerably weak. Only slightly stronger than a human, but far from as strong as this Aspect, even though it probably wasn't even the strongest Demon out there.
A feeling of hard sand-paper against her skin, the wall behind her forcefully dragged the hood down as she was pulled upwards, revealing her fiery red hair, soon being messed by the hard rock. A few bruises and cuts formed on the back of her head, causing thick blood to mingle with her red hair. Her hands attempted to punch the Demon's arm, moving on to it's face when getting nothing for her work. Her panting had gotten heavier and more frequent, panic clearly striking the Demon Hunter, when the painful dragging finally stopped. About to kick her attack, she was soon thrown on to the ground, dust blowing up from the ground when she landed. She coughed a few times, a string of blood leaving her mouth when she did. She was far more frail than the Barbarian Nephalim out there, and didn't do well with a beating like this. This was causing fear to spread, her mind dazed by this sudden feeling, having only felt this so rarely before.

Anellia wanted to move up from the ground, weakly trying to, before the Demon was above her again. Instantly, she moved a hand to the Demon's wrist, the other defensively hiding her face from the Demon's wrath. She felt her end stepping closer. The cold reach of death, that had always been on her heels, tickling her spine, finally reached it's destination, now causing her entire body to writhe with a mixture of fear and pain. Her bright eyes gazed up to the Demon, as it hissed it's words down upon her. At first, it was obvious she didn't want to answer, knowing feel well, that to answer a Demon, was giving up. But she had no choice. She could not fight now. Not yet.
"You.. Already know it.. I bet.. I told your predecessors children... After I.. Pierced it's filthy heart with a bolt.." Anelia sneered back, obviously unable to hold back her spiteful tongue, still hiding behind her hand. A tear had started forming in the corner of her eye, now trickling down the side of her head, dragging some of the discreet black eyeliner. Her pride fought her fear of death, trying to make her move the shaky hand, and face the Demon properly. A soft gulp, warned the coming of her stubborn bravery, dropping her hand down by her side, to face the Aspect properly, sucking up all the tears of pain, threatening to drop.
"Anellia.. Anellia Schmitt.." She snarled, narrowing her eyes in an angry expression of disgust. Seeing the mess of her red hair on the ground, hearing the name and seeing her face properly, would probably bring to mind, who she was. She'd gotten quite a reputation among the Demons, like all wielders of the Hand Crossbows she had. The Aspect of Lust, had only been the height of her achievements, but was far from the only Demon she ever took down. Many more had fallen to her abilities. They even gave her a nickname.

Anellia's breathing had gotten more controlled, now silent in the thick air around them, her chest was the only indicator, that she was still breathing. She resumed her wicked stare, glaring into the Demon's eyes, before speaking.
"And who are you? How is it even possible, for the title of Aspect, to move on to another? It's not just the title after all. You even stink like your predecessor..." She snapped at the Demon, clearly staying defiant till the end.

 

[darjeeling]

Malvera snorted derisively, grinding her knee harder into the woman's stomach to keep her effectively pinned. The stench of blood mingled with the barest, but sure, hint of fear kept her perfectly content the way she was. But her grip remained iron-clad, the memory of the searing pain - though it had simmered to a mere throb by now - was as fresh as the prey struggling beneath her. It would be some time before she could make use of the arm, so she supposed she could give the Demon Huntress something to ponder whilst on the brink of death.

"There's something you should understand, girl." The Succubus leered, her tone mocking as if reprimanding a child, which to her she may as well have been. "My knowledge and interest of Cydaea's past actions ends with her cause of death. A band of Nephalem warriors, not unlike yourself though perhaps less pathetic." Her tongue slipped out once more, flickering against the air; a serpent tasting the air, Malvera seemed to hiss in contempt though more in memory of the previous Mistress of Lust. Yet it would not do to unburden her thoughts onto the Huntress who even now was in denial of her fate.

"Anellia." Malvera repeated, pondering the name for a brief moment. The syllables did not ring a clear bell in her mind. Perhaps she had heard the name in passing from her fellow but no more loved Aspects, or her demonic minions. The spray of fire against the ground was a stark contrast to the dark debris buried beneath the Huntress' smaller frame. "I don't like it." She declared finally, "Your title may be a familiarity in other lands but here, you are nothing more but a girl."

Breaking in Nephalem was always a rare pleasure and one the demon intended to fully indulge in.

Her serrated tail flew forward, slinking towards the Demon Hunter's left wrist and wrapping around it. The Succubus glanced at the captive limb, her lips curving into a slow grin. "But first, we will have to do something about your propensity to act without permission." The prehensile appendage tightened further, slowly before Malvera felt the fragile bone give way, effectively fracturing the wrist to uselessness. Without pausing, the tail unwound and slithered over to the right limb, mirroring her actions. With both wrists rendered incapable, Malvera's grip against the Huntress' throat lessened, her claws curling inwards to scratch against the girl's delicate flesh.

"For your prior misdemeanors, I fully intend to return the favor." The Succubus leaned forward, her tongue once more spooling out to flicker against the Huntress' lips. "Tenfold."

 

[TinyThings]

Anellia's silent breath took shape into a deeper groan, as the knee upon her stomach ground harder against her, causing her eyes to pinch a bit, as she placed a hand upon the others thigh, gripping the smooth skin firmly as her other hand tightened a fist. She had no real way of getting lose, and she knew. That was the origin of her fear, knowing how deep in trouble she was. Demons where known to torture their victims, so all she could look forward to now, was her imminent death. She'd accepted it, now. She'd always known, that she danced on the edge of danger, with death's cold hand constantly at on her tail. Finally, it caught up to her. Finally, she could receive the end she always deserved. At the hands of the dangerous prey she had always hunted.

Anellia grunted a bit with Malvera's first sentence, remembering the group of Nephalim she'd been advancing into the depth of the Aspect's lair with. One of them had perished, even before reaching the Aspect of Lust. The others had moved on further down, whilst Anellia fought the Aspect of Lust. She'd been alone in that.
"Rerh.. Not a band.. It took, just one, to take down that filthy creature.. You outdo your predecessor. Where she failed.. To kill her attacker.. You caught yours.. Revel in that, as you have nothing e.. Else.. To revel in.. With your.. Meaningless. Lonely. Pathetic existence..." Anellia latched out with words, panting slightly due to the pressure against her stomach, again trying to push the others knee a bit, to get more comfortable.

Malvera's own taunts, did nothing to change the defiant, fearful expression on Anellia's face. She'd done her work. Others would finish this new task. Others would find Malvera, and bring an end to what Anellia started. Anellia deserved rest now. She hadn't been to sleep, for a long time. Finally, she might be able to take that final sleep. The thought of that, caused Anellia to close her eyes, take in a deep breath, and sigh silently in relief. That was until she felt something wrap around her wrist, and she quickly looked down towards her hand. She tugged against the firm grip, attempting to get her hand lose, as her other hand reached for the tail, trying to grab at it. But Malvera kept it unreachable, as she tightened the grip. It took a lot more force to break the bone, than it would on a human, but Anellia felt her bones give away, her face scarring one of pain and fear, pinching her eyes shut as she groaned out in pain. Even still, she did not scream. Her breathing turned more rapid, in panic, lifting her now broken limb just a bit, before laying it down again with a whimper. She saw the tail reach for her right hand as well, as Malvera spoke, but she wouldn't make it that easy. Her other hand quickly moved out of the way, reaching into her belt to snatch out another dagger, quickly striking it towards Malvera's neck. But the Demon was too quick, grabbing the attacking limb, just inches away from the Demon's skin. Anellia's eyes sparked a mixture of anger and pain, still trying to fight the Demon's strength, and bring her dagger into the Demon's soft neck. But to no avail. The Demon was stronger than her, and she soon felt the same pain as before, her face winching, as she closed her eyes shut, her hand tensing around the dagger for as long as it could, shaking under the pressure, until a silent, but clear snap broke through the room, and her hand released the dagger, dropping it to the ground as Anellia finally let a scream of pain lose, pressing the back of her head against the ground, trying to arch her back as her arm dropped limp to the ground. Her heels send a grinding sound through the air, as they cut against the ground bellow them, her body trying to lift both of them off the ground a bit, her entire body responding in writhing at this new pain.

Anellia slowly turned calm again, her panting growing slower, and more controlled. She bit down down hard on her lower lip, as her nose took in a deep breath, feeling the claws against her throat, stretching her neck to give Malvera more space. Anellia's upper lip twitched with disgust, at the Demon's words, turning her face away as she tasted the wet tongue.
"You've.. Made your point.. Demon. Do wh.. What you will.. Y.. You won't.. Find me.. Regretting my actions... Your kind. Deserves to die. And others will come. And you will die. And.. You won't even be able to.. To take my soul. Herh.. It'll live on.. And. Pass my powers.. On. To the next Hunter. And it'll find you... And destroy you." A last, defiant word. Her soul was promised to Angels, to be used as a weapon of power, to grant onto another Demon Hunter in the future. And with that memory, a small smile spread on Anellia's face, as her eyes closed.

 

[darjeeling]

"Oh, but I've only made one point clear." Malvera stated, her eyes glowing like hot coals. The Demon Huntress' intense screams of pain rang oh so deliciously through the room, bounding off the solid walls and darting through every nook and cranny. She could still hear the echo of it in her ears and the Succubus did all she could to commit the sound to memory. Her tail remained firmly latched onto the now fractured wrist as the girl squirmed, tensed and convulsed, her body doing all it could to try and soften the impact it seemed. Malvera did not care. She knew that if any of her minions survived, they would no doubt be drawn to the sound but their fear of her would keep them at bay... for now.

"We deserve to die just as much as your kind deserve to live." She finally lifted her knee from the female's gut, her claws streaking parallel lines that leaked crimson before the Succubus lifted herself off the Demon Hunter. Malvera was not one for torture, but she did find a certain satisfaction in bringing the girl to her knees. Still, she had a point, the Succubus pondered. Her tail unwound from the wounded Hunter's limb as Malvera turned her back. Yet the wavering appendage remained focused on the girl, the heavy limb with its spaded end dragged its way down before sliding up the girl's top.

A light hum drifted through the air, the sound surprisingly dainty coming from a demon such as her. "I don't want your soul, but the High Heavens shall not have you either. It is true that you may live on in another body," Malvera turned as the tail strained against the coarse fabric, the sharp, pointed end exploding upwards and ripping through the material with ease. Malvera leaned forward then, her naked breasts swaying heavily as she grabbed a fistful of her captive's shirt and cloak, tearing away the top half to reveal the Demon Hunter's own chest to the world. "If you die." Malvera grinned.

She swung her leg over the girl's prone form, seating herself upon the smaller Nephalem's thighs as her tail shifted slid between the Succubus' legs. "Fortunately for you, I have better uses for one such as yourself. You see, it is so very dull to wait for one of you people to attempt to destroy me." The appendage slid between the girl's breasts, effectively cutting through the middle of whatever under garment she may have worn - the Succubus was not paying very much attention, with her tail seeming to have a mind of its own. The edge of the spade sliced against the woman's bare skin, painting a thin red line all the way up to the Hunter's collar bone before curving and flicking against her nipple.

"So," Malvera said, her gaze finally falling to the Demon Hunter's face. "Maybe if you behave yourself, I'll give you the death you crave. Otherwise... well," she chuckled. "I've always wanted a pet to break."

 

[TinyThings]

Malvera's very first reply, caused a shiver down the Demon Hunter's spine, causing her to let out a silent whimper, past the heavy pants. Anellia gasped softly, when the pressure on her stomach subsided, breathing in deeply afterwards, just to exhale it in a painful groan, when she felt the claws cut even more fine lines in her skin. The crimson blood, was a strong contrast to her paleish skin, glinting in the weakening light of her amulet. Anellia gulped, looking up to Malvera as she turned her back to her, causing her to sneer silently. No one liked having a back turned towards them. But the pain of her arm being released, caused her focus to shift to her arm, letting it slowly drop down on the ground by her side, with another whimper. She breathed heavily through her nose, with her eyes pinched shut, to force out even more tears of pain, to dart her face with even more dark shaded lines.

Her eyes was, however, shot open, when feeling the heavy appendage, making it's way up her top, looking down towards it with a gasp. Anellia started raising to her elbows, groaning as stings of pain shot through her body, originating from her wrists. She fought through the pain, starting to slowly crawl backwards, as the Demon started speaking again. She shook her head, as the Demon's hand approached, whimpering as she felt her body getting jagged a bit, as the strong cloth over her chest was ripped in shreds. It revealed a tight corset, that kept her breasts still, so they would not sway during a fight. Anellia looked back up again, with another shake of her head, getting an idea of the Demon's intentions.
"D.. Don't.. Do this. I.. I'll make you regret it.. I.. I don't know how, bu.. But.. I will..." Anellia almost snarled her words, past exhausted panting. She tried to crawl a bit further, but was stopped when the Succubus sat down on her thighs. The stench of her blood, was causing her nose to tingle a bit, as she tried her best to focus on the Demon's eyes. The Demon's body, was the embodiment of temptation, but first now, was it truly distracting for her. Even with all this pain and fear, she found it easier to get distracted, than when she fought.

Anellia listened in silence, with a growing dread in her eyes, whimpering as she tried to crawl further away. It was obviously pointless, the weight of the Succubus, while not massive, still kept her in place. Anellia froze, when the tip of the Demons tail, began it's struggle against the corset. It was no problem, breaking through the strong fabric, for something as sharp as this, but it wasn't able to without cutting a little more, than it might've with just a bra. Anellia gave a long, silent hissing, as she felt her skin gently punctured and sliced, all the way to her collarbone, releasing a gasping whimper when the appendage finally stopped cutting, her breasts bouncing free, to reveal a more impressive bust than had been visible before.
"No..." She whimpered, biting down on her lip, as she felt the tip of her torturer, flick over her nipple, pinching her eyes shut in fear. Finally, she looked up with the word 'so', another tear shooting down her cheek as she looked up. She gulped heavily, before replying rather quickly.
"I.. I'll behave.. J.. Just kill me.. Don't.. Do this... P.. Pl.. Please.." The beg, had a hard time parting from her lips, knowing very little would come of such a word. For some reason, that word seemed like candy to Demons, and she immediately regretted saying it, looking up into the burning eyes of the Demon, with her own fading emeralds, a pathetically begging expression upon her face.

 

[darjeeling]

Malvera laughed, the sound low and suggestive as her tone twisted to a more sensuous lilt. "Please." She mocked, shaking her head. Her ink-black hair shimmered, flowing over her shoulder as she leaned forward. Her hips slid against the coarse fabric, the shifting material bunching up to the Huntress' waist as she flicked the girl's nose with her middle digit and thumb, the act borderline endearing if one should disregard the state of the Demon Hunter and Succubus. "You're all the same," she stated, running her claws tipped with the girl's blood along her captive's face; tracing countours; further smudging the running makeup borne of the Huntress' tears. "Quick to bark and quick to surrender."She smiled coyly. "Would the little bitch like a collar?"

The edged spade of her tail slid up once more, surprisingly accurate at running along the fresh cuts, drawing more blood to the surface. The very tip of the prehensile appendage dug lightly against the woman's neck on her jugular vein, the Succubus taking great care not to slice it open and making sure the Hunter would not jerk her flesh towards it. From there she drew a curved line, the makings of a crude 'tattoo' fashioned after what appeared to be a half-collar as the other side ended at the same point. "There you go. I'll make sure you're properly fed and dressed..." Malvera paused, then smirked. "Perhaps the latter need not be present. I'm sure you don't mind." Her tail descended back to its place between the Demon Hunter's breasts, content in simply curling around the mounds of flesh.

Her claws nicked at the woman's face, running it along her hairline before entangling her long fingers into the Huntress' fiery hair. In one fluid motion, she yanked her prey's head back, baring her throat as small beads of blood trickled in rivulets from the 'collar'. The wound was not deep but Malvera had a way of making disobedient pets bleed. She lowered her fangs to the cut, nicking downwards to decorate the 'tattoo' with lines though she quickly grew bored of playing the designer and opted instead to bite down lightly upon the woman's bare shoulder.