Your Eyes Still Haunt Me

That first exhale into the void was what summoned the monster this time. Her breath, sparkling like crystals in the abyss, sent out ripples imperceptible to all but the occupant of this prison, alerting him like the struggles of a fly in a spider's web. Moving like a wraith through the darkness, he found her standing, waiting. For him? Almost assuredly. There was nothing else here. But there could be. Oh, how there could be anything they desired in here. The crimson brute's form appeared beneath her paws, staring up at her through the rippling water-like surface of the void she stood on. When she would look down, she would see him standing beside her. But if she were to look up, she was still alone. Moros tipped his head, studying her, considering her. He hadn't taken the time to really drink her in the last time she was here. He had been far too focused on other parts of her to care. Now... he was seeing her.

After a moment of quiet study, he materialized beside her without sound or motion, just suddenly beside her in the blink of an eye as if he had phased through the water instantaneously to her side of the void. "Hello again, my beautiful girl," he crooned to her with low, purring words in his deep baritone voice. If she hadn't noticed he'd appeared next to her before, she would know for sure now. Abyssal black eyes roved over her form, taking in her supple curves with lecherous desire while curious mind followed the flame pattern in her coat. Definitely Alastor's child. "You gave me many pleasures last time you visited, but none of them were your name," he spoke in velvety tones, taking a step closer to her to gently brush his shoulder against her side, aching to feel her body against his again. Was she looking for a repeat performance of last time? Or was she here for other purposes?

"Moros"