Jaz'mahnn ran his claws through his champion's mane, the poor pauper that grew dissent from the abuse and callousness of his duke that become such a fine warrior and advocate of his desires.
What was once a gaunt, starving boy stood tall and curvaceous of muscle and supple gift. Once ratty black hair was waved and feathered, black as ebony and gloss. Sad, hateful muck green eyes were radiant, proud, pleased emeralds. The soft stubble on his olive skinned face.
Antonius appeared like a proud knight, clad in armour of garnished violet and sheened like a mirror. Rodelle holding the marks of the Dark Prince proudly with tassels of golden hair knotted from shoulder to shoulder with a flowing cloak mantled by manticore pelt.
He was beautiful. Adoring. Youthful and proud.
Jaz'mahnn can hear the purr of love and adoration from his mortal, then he grasped and tugged the former boy's head back. That soft swoon, eyes shining at the daemon looming over him
"Yes, my allure and inspiration?" The accented voice nearly moaned, Antonius grabbing his horned helm tight, crested of tall seeker hairs.
Jaz'mahnn tilted his head, he leaned in close. His whiskers swishing and flickering, as if to bestow a kiss. A kiss that his little mortal yearned for. He felt the finest push by the Knight's toes to close the gap but the Keeper of Secret held that desire oh so close and high to the thirst.
"Find the Slave of Khorne, find your former brother of blood and arms...end him...erase him...' Jaz'mahnn whispered like a gentle seducer's purr. Antonius looked up at him. A heartbeat of surprise and sorrow, he have been avoiding this for so long. They both know and the daemon licked his fangs, that sweet taste of a heartbeat's squeeze of despair before sweetened in poison with the next words, 'for me."
Then there was nothing but desire and a smile stretched on fair lips, "As you wish, my Master."
In response, Jaz'mahnn pet his little human's locks and purred. "Good boy. And then, when his blood wet the earth and his last breath embrace yours. Your efforts will be duly rewarded."
That promise erased any familial thoughts to Antonius, only the glorious climb so close, he can almost touch it. And when his hand reached to touch his patron, Jaz'mahnn was but perfumed most between his fingers and his cruel, loving chuckle bouncing in the air.
