Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)"Elise... oh Elise," Verith cooed soothingly, watching yet another clip of her on his endless collection of tapes, "I love you so much, it twists me inside to watch you couple with worms!" Within moments of the first few words, his tone was transformed into poison. Verith stood himself from his self fashioned throne within his lair, and knelt down before an enlarged picture of her, standing before the press. His bony fingers trailed up and down her figure, "I hate you, I love you, and soon you will be mine," he said in a small voice.
He swept his cloak around him. He was always seen as being rather over the top by the media, but few understood just how mad the Sorcerer truly was. He slowly stroked his dirty blond beard, his mind calculating how best to push this operation into effect. He had the hostage, and he knew she would come. She always came when he called.
Verith was dressed in a mix of dark green and black clothes, which went well with his green eyes. He soon stepped in front of the mirror, further adjusting his attire, he had to look good for her. She always made sure she looked beautiful for him, after all. Despite his position as a spellcaster in the world of crime, he was in peek physical shape. Only a fool would not keep their body healthy in this line of work, anything less was asking for sever injury.
Under the dark green cloak, was of course his black vest. It bore his symbol, an emerald fire that moved of its own accord in ripples. Verith had a belt made of hemp around the bottom of the vest, and below that black pants tucked into leather boots. The boots came up to his knees. All his clothes were that of royalty, which of course is how he saw himself. A king among mere slime. The only being in the world worthy of his attention was Elise.
When he was sufficiently tidied, Verith walked down his dark halls to the premade portal. With a thin smile he stepped through, taking him to a cave. On the ground a small child was tied up. It was a simple enough trap, she would know as much. What she wouldn't expect were his intentions. She was to be his queen, and no one was going to stop him. Especially not her.
A small laugh escaped Verith's lips, his well kept blond hair swaying gently as his head moved backward. He tightened his gloved hand, stepping toward the child on the ground. Roughly he picked the young girl up, "It will be over soon, she will come to rescue you, and then she will be forever mine," he growled before pressing the thumb of his other hand into the child's forehead. She screamed in pain as he branded her with his mark, a green flame. The scream would echo through mental space until it reached the ears of his nemesis, hoping that it would quicken her pace.
He swept his cloak around him. He was always seen as being rather over the top by the media, but few understood just how mad the Sorcerer truly was. He slowly stroked his dirty blond beard, his mind calculating how best to push this operation into effect. He had the hostage, and he knew she would come. She always came when he called.
Verith was dressed in a mix of dark green and black clothes, which went well with his green eyes. He soon stepped in front of the mirror, further adjusting his attire, he had to look good for her. She always made sure she looked beautiful for him, after all. Despite his position as a spellcaster in the world of crime, he was in peek physical shape. Only a fool would not keep their body healthy in this line of work, anything less was asking for sever injury.
Under the dark green cloak, was of course his black vest. It bore his symbol, an emerald fire that moved of its own accord in ripples. Verith had a belt made of hemp around the bottom of the vest, and below that black pants tucked into leather boots. The boots came up to his knees. All his clothes were that of royalty, which of course is how he saw himself. A king among mere slime. The only being in the world worthy of his attention was Elise.
When he was sufficiently tidied, Verith walked down his dark halls to the premade portal. With a thin smile he stepped through, taking him to a cave. On the ground a small child was tied up. It was a simple enough trap, she would know as much. What she wouldn't expect were his intentions. She was to be his queen, and no one was going to stop him. Especially not her.
A small laugh escaped Verith's lips, his well kept blond hair swaying gently as his head moved backward. He tightened his gloved hand, stepping toward the child on the ground. Roughly he picked the young girl up, "It will be over soon, she will come to rescue you, and then she will be forever mine," he growled before pressing the thumb of his other hand into the child's forehead. She screamed in pain as he branded her with his mark, a green flame. The scream would echo through mental space until it reached the ears of his nemesis, hoping that it would quicken her pace.