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A merciless robber and a murderer. That had been the spider queen’s and Evelynn’s plaything tonight. The shadow walker pulled out the lasher stuck inside the dead man’s chest, having pierced him right through his heart earlier to draw away his life and send him into the darkness. Evelynn wiped away the remaining blood on her hands, the flavor of a rotten, heartless soul clearly staining the taste of this one’s sanguine essence. Even though they had done the world a favor by ridding it of someone like this, the deed of vanquishing them itself was still something she had grown to dislike. Of course, Evelynn had become used to it over the years of feeding herself and satisfying her need to the pain and agony filled cries of others, but had not going after as much for a while now. Killing had become dull to her, because she had learned the value of good company..and even more so, a good lover.

Surely, she had once taken satisfaction and been feeding on the pain of others, but after a long time of such an existence, it became clear to her, that this wasn’t a true life being lived. And that was also the reason, why she was out here in on the shadow isles on her own, no missions involved, for Evelynn had been longing for good company. she was longing for someone, who could make her forget the past and the emptiness of her life, even if just for a little. The shadow walker had long since resigned on killing innocents. The assassinations, she was doing nowadays, was only aimed at people, whom were the worst of the worst, murderers, tyrants or other inhumane scum.

Evelynn gazed up at the spider queen, whom had joined her in committing this hunt with her, watching the other cleaning herself of the blood that had stained her faultless form. She could tell that Elise was just as disgusted not only the criminal they had slain, but the aftermath of their hunt as well. “This certainly was unpleasant, more so for him, but let us not dwell on this any longer, my dear Elise.” Evelynn said, her expression softening once more, after listening to Elise’s suggestion. “Pleasures, you say? Now that sounds much more enjoyable..~” she purred out with a sultry smile and ran one of her clawed fingers along the arachne’s cheek “You’re so beautiful..even soaked in blood” she whispered and placed a passionate, lustful kiss onto her lips.

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Elise’s crimson gaze fell upon the blood leaking a river from the dead man’s chest, his sightless eyes forever staring upward into overhanging branches. She snapped in his direction, and several spiderlings came to life, quickly cocooning and dragging the body into a nearby bush, never to be found. It would make a good meal for maggots.

The light touch of a sharp claw pulled her attention away, and Elise found herself staring into the demon’s bright eyes. A smirk curved the edge of her lips as a mouth found hers. She ran the palm of her hand over the smooth unblemished skin of the demon’s abdomen, before snaking an arm around her waist to pull her closer, fingers splayed across the small of her back. Spider legs curled downward to hold Evelynn in a secure embrace.

Elise pulled away slightly, though their lips still brushed when she spoke, “And you are a goddess to behold in all forms,” she purred.

This time of year was always her favorite. Both the living and the dead came and showed their true desires, their needs to give in to the temptations filling their thoughts. Little offerings of currency, fine clothing, gems, food. She could go on and on with the things she’s received. What she wasn’t expecting was someone to stay around. Usually people left their gifts and then left, fearing the embrace of the serpent. Yet here this one was staying… Though, to be fair, they didn’t look look like a typical human.

Purple fog, her own little machination of intimidation and subterfuge. Slowly, quietly, she moved up behind the stranger with fans in hand. One was currently being used to hide her features as she approached. Slowly, quietly, carefully. This should prove an entertaining encounter.

“You know, many don’t stick around for the proper festivities,” Her words were delicate, sugar coated words, clear that such a tone was used to hide something. “Tell me, are you lost? Oh no, wait, you probably have a desire, don’t you? Some temptation you wish to feed in to?” Slowly, her tail began to circle around Elise’s feet. “How can I help you, hm?”

She spun around at the smooth voice, spider legs raised in an alarmed threat posture. Her senses managed to pick up another presence before her, though it was difficult to make out their features through the mist. The soft sound of something sliding against the stone floor made her look down, and she spotted a scaled, ivory tail curling where she stood. Elise nimbly leaped away.

“Is it temptation that often leads people to this temple?” her ghostly blue eyes scanned the scene before her for signs of movement, “Why then does it feel so similar to the lair of a predator?”