Shrine High

Prove it then... His words took her by surprise. How on earth was she going to prove it, unless she just...stayed by his side? As he pulled back from her, the demonic queen looked him over questioningly, searching his serious expression for a crack. Had she misunderstood him? Let's make our blood one so that we may be bound together by the life of our offspring. It played over and over in her head as she looked him over for a long moment, a few seconds passed as she simply blinked at him. Dea knew her heart wanted it, but she wasn't sure if this was a step in the right direction to claim his. Hell, she was new to even having true feelings aside from anger and contempt for the world.

It took quite a few seconds as she stared into the depths of Archon's eyes, as though she peered into his very soul. Her face was expressionless, and gave nothing away other than her questing gaze. The devil and the god, truly they were both gods in their own right. Any offspring would be strong, worthy of Lucifer's blood, worthy of their Fallen God's blood. Finally, her porcelain mask broke and she gave him a warm, reassuring smile. "You never cease to surprise me. I accept and agree. Our God must want something from us, perhaps this is it. A joining of our blood would result in strong offspring." She ducked her head a bit moving to tuck her head beneath his chin and smile. Dea growled softly, more like a deep purr than a growl, just before nipping at his jaw. She traced it to the bottom of his ear, whispering softly, "I'll prove it..." before pulling back to look in his eyes, once again searching for something.

What she was looking for, she couldn't be sure. Only that she was looking for it.

**FADE**