Lady Xara Payne
The mesmerizing beauty of the Succubus quickly entranced the Viscount. He never missed any of her duels in the arena and pursued her relentlessly. Xara found his advances amusing, but cared little of them. Until that is the arena turned against her, for Xara was eclipsed in popularity by the upcoming Lelith Hexperax. The Viscount promised her greater arenas and battlefields to hone her skills further, beyond the upstart Lelith. He claimed to have contacts beyond those of the dark City, and exceeding it's reach if she would come with him.
Reluctantly she agreed, and not without the aid of several ostentatious gifts, bribes, and acts of unmentionable lust.
The long kiss good knight
Lady Xara Payne toyed quizzically with the cracked helmet in her hands, running a slender ghost white finger across the intricate pattern carved into it with mild interest. She recalled the exact moment she had taken it and let out a barley audible sigh of pleasure, almost feeling the hot wash of vital liquid caress her skin once again. But the sensation was brief, and her fleeting ecstasy turned to annoyance as a dark mood swept over her features. The aftermath of battle was always a claustrophobic comedown, a juddering halt to the entrancing rhythm of battle. She loathed it so.
The winds of Alpharion whipped at the long raven black mane as she turned to her cohorts, who clung to the swiftly moving raider as it coasted effortlessly across the sands. The wyches looked up reluctantly, knowing her mood was black as the depths of the Dark City itself.
"In their tongue they call them Knights" She rasped with a mocking tone. "The purest, apparently" She quipped, admiring her reflection in the smeared crimson lenses of the grey astartes helm. "This one had spirit, until I unfortunately extracted it from his spine. He had the strangest look in his eyes as I did so, such dedication to their carrion king amuses me" A dry smokey laugh slipped from her lithe frame.
She raised her lips to the helm and slowly licked, closing her eyes but briefly, before nonchalantly tossing it overboard.
"I do hope this one has spirit, maybe he can enlighten me on what it means to be a knight?"
The astartes could only move his eye as chains dug into his flesh and pinned him to the side of the raider. He looked into a face that was both mesmerizing and intricately cunning. Flash backs ignited in his fractured mind of his brothers being cut down with quick silver strokes of deathly beauty. He tried to scream in grief but nothing came out... he would get used to that feeling in the coming months..
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