The tyrant allowed her gaze to sweep over her figure, each motion of her eyes tracing the visible scars upon her bodice. The Elysius had fought her own battles indeed, a devil in disguise. Her lyrics seemed to have piqued the tempest's interest, though she was never one to completely flaunt her appearance and presence amongst others. Dark lips would splay in a pointed response, spikes protuding from each end. A small chortle would follow her speech at the sound of the word 'harlot'. "Are you a tyrant, instead of a goddess?" Her accented words filled the eerie silence between the two look-alikes, but not too terribly loud as to be heard across the lands. Interest curled her features into a coy smile, violet gaze seeking answers, but she wouldn't push the envelope.
From what expressions she gained from the tyrant, she found the assumption that many were cowards and unwilling to bleed for a crown properly. An idea sparked her within the dark chasms of her mind, violet gaze flickering with a certian ambition. She would rip a crown from the paws of one whom had simply claimed the lost empire of a fallen family. "I already have the recollection that many in these lands are cowards that claim the remains of fallen empires." Her lyrics were to be followed by her gentle shifting of her weight, so her legs were splayed out a little bit more, to gain a more comfortable stature, as this conversation and meeting would seem to be a long one -- of which she would enjoy. This wraith was worth the time, unlike many others in this land. Her left eyebrow arced above her eyes, curious at the words of the Elysius tyrant. Pitiful kings and queens were far too common in these lands, ones who believed in perfect peace and harmony by making far too many allies than needed and hoarding lands for themselves in wastes of time. Potential guillotine sounded in her ears, her interested expression dulled. The red empress... Apollyon's ruler. "The empress of Apollyon will remain untouched -- if I find a crown and have bled for it, she will have a powerful ally in her paws." She had seen and heard glimpses of the carmine deity, and already had she have some respect for her, willing to bleed for her pride and glory. Intruige piqued her features, a question queuing on her lips. "What pathetic kings and queens do you suggest?" For dramatic effect, she would pause and look over to the side then back at the wraith. "Or would you rather me find out myself?"
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