Rising Hell And Spitting Fire

Blithe lips, inky black, pouting as her older sister spoke softly, she felt the compassion that coated her voice and the saddness that was buried inside their sould, digging within their very being for their family was incomplete and they did not know if Setekh, their little brother, was alive or not however she could not help the warmth she felt on the soft tissues of skin, a warmth that was spreading from her very core, her older sister was alive, they were reunited, she was not alone anymore -- she felt adoration, anatomically speaking every creature possess a heart and she was sure she had oe somewhere inside her bodice and if that was true she could swear her heart was slowly filling with joy and shivers ran down her spine, her bodice pushing into her sister as she breathed her in, nostrils filling with her scent, registering, remembering and analysing. You could see the content upon the ghastly, alluring visage of the babe. The temptress was purring gently in her sister presence, her chest rumbling with vibrato. She was affectionate. Adoring even, such a rarirty and yet her father always told them family is above all else for them. How peculiar to remember his words in times like this. She mentally shook off the thoughts of her father, orang epomegranate optics glancing over at her sister. You look like a mother dragon like this, Ba'as. she purreed sweetly, mocking her older sister in a playful way before she gently nudged her shoulder. A sister love. A sister understanding. They had disagreements, many of them and there will still be times when the two of them might argue and fight but maybe..just maybe, she can trust Ba'as not to vanish again from her sight. What are we going to-- Her words have been cut by the voice of another. Male. Older. Powerful. What did he said? What was this scheme? How did he knew her father name? Who are you?

" words of a god"