On Earth as it is in Heaven [CHALLENGE]
The spider witch stood watching the line where heaven touched earth. Her wide eyes witnessed the resounding glowing collision in blurs and bizarre shapes for her vision was not yet restored to her in full. Sparks lit the sky and blood poured, as the glory of paradise descended further behind the seam of the world. The black widow of a woman felt small as she glanced over her shoulder and saw her shadow slowly shrinking towards her massive paws. She looked back to the line, only to be able to see only a few bright streaks remained to signal heaven’s passing. The sun had set. This was her curse, to never be able to observe the day not live it, and she made peace with that. She was a witch of the night. The demoness creeped through the land and her sight was a charm to be sure. She had the right twinkle in her eyes and a voice that was more warm than sunlight on amber. She was usually like that - smiling back and enjoying an exchange of words - yet she had the air of power, of total confidence. It seemed that this was her lucky night. Cerulean lenses gazed upon the battlefield, she had been here before only this time she did not expect to observe a crowd. It resembled the roman Colosseum, the whole of Boreas seemed to be here, circling behind two seemingly on going battles and soon enough this fiels will be engrossed in the blood of both victors and losers and she... oh, she will be Julius Caesar. Creeping, always creeping, the predatorix prowled onward with her crown hang low and with the same cheshire smile, splitting her face from ear to ear in a disgusting and ghoulish display, all the while her long tail went towards the sky, in a pure display of confidence and dominance towards the world. She did not care who she touched, who she pushed with her skeletal figure fore what she saw next pulled her ebon lips back in order to display murderous incisors and she halted right in her tracks. Hannibal. He was engulfed in a battle of tooth and claw with a unfamilar male for his freedom. Panting, the dominatrix chest rose and fell with each life giving breath and she was enraged by the display of ignorance and foolishness she witnessed by the unknown brute. How dare he challenge the heir to the Klein throne? And for what, she did not known nor care to discover. A thunderous growl escaped the black pits of her throat, low and menancing, holding potent toxicity, venom thrown in the matter of sound and her jaws snapped right and left, uncaring of who and if it reached anyone.Do not dare lose, blood of mine. she snarled to the heavens for this was a matter of life and death to her. She just came across her blood and she was not going to lose them again, not like this. Not defeated by a foolish wannabe champion of God. Her attention drifted towards someone else this time and her massive paws seemed to follow through. Jekyll was there, of course he was, where there was death, drama and battle blood one may find him right in the middle of it. Where were you when this happened? she snapped her jaws at him to make her point across, growling, snarling, the dominatrix was raging, anger boiling her blood as her skeletal figure seemed large than it actually was. Why are you not there with your future King? she questioned again with a snap, closing the distance between them until they were chest to chest. She was pushing him, pushing him with her own chest as her jaws continued to snap; strong, powerful. It took only a moment to take her gaze away from Jekyll as another grandeur appearance made it's way towards them. It was the demon she met before, Tyranis was his name if she remembered correctly. The name of a demon gave you power against him though his appearance alone was something she will never forget. Glorious was demon lord, covered in snaguine colours that decorated his pelt so deliciously and oh, OH, the smell was something that could turn the dominatrix on for days. She wanted to bath in the scent of death and decay. Make no mistake, blood, we will discuss your behaviour. she snapped a quick glance to her brother before creeping her way towards the demon lord that was engaged in a preliminary discussion. Oh, the rage he displayed matched her own and she could not help but smile at the thought. She remained a few tails behind the others, cerulean gaze observed their argument and from what she could make out of it, it looked like the pregnant woman she had a freak show a week ago was no other than Tyranis wife. How dare he. How dare the demon lord give his seed to such weak creature that submits in front of other man but her husband. As she approached she made her presence known to the demon before she snapped her jaws at Leera, spitting on her pathetic, weak form. That was what weakling deserved after all, humiliation. |
