#azagan

Elle points to a chair that's totally there near the children who totally aren't. "Sit."

Naza didn't need to be told twice, sitting in the totally existent chair and setting her book to the side, looking up to Elle expectantly.

Elle clasps her hands behind her back and simply stares at Naza for a moment. This is the same face she wore the day they first met, when the elf forced her to kneel and pledge her loyalty. She doesn't move, simply stands rigid and tall. "It has come to my attention that you may have been seen in public with a demon in your company. True or false?"

Naza recognizes the gaze well, quickly shifting her tone to be non-combative as she registered the question. Twitching her brow, she slowly nods her head. "It... is true. Given there were so many guards in the area for the different factions, I brought in some extra... help. So that we could appear stronger than the fewer people we had on hand in comparison."

Elle's expression doesn't change. In fact, she seems deadly calm. "And tell me, Miss Nelfaris, who authorized this display of muscle flexing?"

Naza was already clearly unnerved by the nature of this meeting, but Elle's calm tone really threw her off. "N-no... one. The others in o-... your employee didn't seem to mind... Even pet the beast."

“Tell me, Miss Nelfaris, do I give the impression that I need to surround myself with numbers in order to show my power? Do I seem the type of woman who engages in such dick-wagging behavior?”

“Uhhh... no? You didn't need to at Wintergarde.”

Elle nods. "Then tell me why you felt it necessary to bring a -demon- to a rather public place, while under -my- banner?"

Naza pales somewhat, her eyes going wide. "I... wasn't thinking. I've grown up around demons my whole life; it was... commonplace for me. My lady, I... wanted to protect you. There were many dangerous folk around and..." She shirks her gaze from Elle. "I'm stupid."

Now the elf moves. She slowly makes her way to where Naza sits, her hands still clasped behind her. "You are in a city where we are -all- outsiders, even the humans. You are in a city where magic if frowned upon, and certain kinds feared. It is a stain on -my- reputation, as an even bigger outsider than even you are, to be associated with demons." She now stands mere inches from the woman. "You wanted to protect me? Are you under the impression that I cannot protect myself? If so, you are mistaken."

Naza visibly flinches and tries to lean back in her seat, as if in a futile effort to get away from  the woman who presented her dominance. Nazavila's eyes bawk and blink at Elle as she vigorously shook her head. "No! No. I... I never thought that! You beat me soundly at Wintergarde; I just..." The Fel Evoker began to sweat at her brow, very clearly unnerved. "I don't... want to fail. You told me you'd give me to the demon hunter if I let you down... which it..." She gulps. "It seems I have."

Elle's composure finally slips. Her ears snap back and her eyes narrow. The room brightens, as much as it can, as every shadow is sucked into the elf's form to meld with the Void wisping around her like steam. "You fear -his- wrath?" Her eyes shift to utter darkness, black lines breaking out on the flesh around them. Her right arm, surrounded in so much void-infused shadow as to be black, rises to her left shoulder. With her strength augmented by her corruption, she backhands Naza with enough force to send  her flying into the wall at her side.

Naza parts her lips to protest, to backtrack her statement, to anything as the room brightens and the shadows collect upon Elle. She tried to rise from the chair to lower herself but was far too late. With that void infused-shadow hand sweeping towards her, she screamed. The collision sent her flying into the wall, where the audible -crunch- of bones either fracturing or breaking is heard, as is her crying as she slumps against it.

Elle could have left it there. But her corruption not only feeds off her rage, it feeds the emotion. The elf darts forward with augmented speed, both her arms now black as Death. "You will find, Miss Nelfaris, that his wrath is nothing, NOTHING, compared to mine." She grips the woman by her upper arms and turns to throw her against the opposite wall.

Naza tries to hold her hands up in some sort of self defense, licking embers of green flame beginning to collect. But the raw power with which Elle surges towards her easily cancels her resistances. Instead, Naz is hefted like a weightless ragdoll in Elle's shadowy arms, casting her with a screech into the opposite wall. More crunching and -definite- snapping, along with a small splatter of blood against the wall as Naz's nose shatters against it, the woman crashing to the ground and shaking while gasping her pain.

Elle turns on her heels before the woman has even slid to the floor. The Void around her wavers and flickers. even as it grows, taking a serious toll on the elf's body. She snarls down at the bleeding woman, then points to her feet. "Kneel. Now." Yeah, she doesn't care that Naza is -literally- broken.

Naza doesn't even hear the command at first; there was only the ringing in her ears, the pain pounding from countless broken bones. She then shot her eyes wide open, a crack in her forehead pouring blood into her vision as she slowly stirred. She literally crawled her way to Elle's feet, the Void flickering and distorting recognized by the warlock. She rose a knee to makeshift kneel, crying out as her torso was forced to rest upon it, the leg itself very clearly broken. She coughs up blood and sways.

Elle looks down at Naza, barely recognizable with the corruption visibly shifting and moving under her skin and in the air around her. "Do not ever question my capabilities again. Do not ever assume that I want my name associated with demons. And do not, not for even half a second, entertain the notion that -anyone- is more dangerous to your health than I am. Do I make myself clear?"

Naza shook terribly as her blinding eyes stared up at the horrifying visage of the corruption infused Elle. "Yes..." Nazavila splutters out, a large flow of blood exploding all over herself from the lone word. It took all of her strength not to collapse and pass out, her tears involuntary. She slowly rose her shattered arm, pointing towards the book. "Az....agan.... plans... yours."

Elle tilts her head, the movement turning into more of a violent jerk as her body, overtaxed before she even began using her power, shudders. The corruption ripples like waves over her form. The elf is literally a bomb about to go off. She reaches down, face contorted with pain, and grasps the front of Naza's shirt. With the last of her strength, she slides the woman across the floor, all the way to the other end of the cellar. She turns when Naza lands and points at her. "Stay!" The word leaves her lips an d instant before the void and shadow literally explode out from her form, shattering the crates around her, fracturing the walls, and dropping the elf like a stone to the floor. There, she lies motionless, voidless -more or less-, and unconscious.

Naza was not in a position to do anything to resist, even that jolting tilt of her head frightening the expiring human. She sucked in a breath, waiting for a final blow... before she found herself cast across the cellar. She lays motionless on the other end, contorting and twitching from the oxymoronic lack of feeling and ultimate pain she was feeling. Upon her side, she watches the explosion of shadowy energy, rasping as she watched Elle explode. She reached out a hand towards her motionless form before collapsing herself, her blood beginning to pool under her as bones punctured her flesh, and she fluttered her eyes. Naz would most likely drown in her own blood if unaided, which... wouldn't be a fate undeserved for her.

Elle begins to stir, groaning. Her head hurts. Her everything hurts. It's possible her soul hurts. She looks around, vision foggy, and takes stock of the damage. Shiiiiit. She'll never hear the end of this.

Naza watched Elle stir across the way, silently thankful that the elf hadn't exploded to her death. Her eyes began to cease their fluttering as her form starts to go rigid, blood seeping in an increasingly wider pool. Finally, her head thumps to the stone as she goes limp, skin pale from blood loss and her eyes unseeing. She had kept her hand outstretched towards the book, keeping it safe from Elle's void fury with the last of her power. And at last... her breath stops, as does her heart. A large shadow looms over her, and from her mouth escapes a wispy humanoid shadow that floated over towards Ellewelune.

Elle simply watches the woman die. Not from lack of caring, but from a lack of being able to do anything about it. Even if she didn't feel like she'd been the center of an explosion, she isn't a healer. Just as the weight of what she's done begins to settle on her chest, her ears twitch, gaze shifting to the shadow.

"Weeeelllll.... this is certainly a surprise. She managed to block herself off from me well, to have spared your mastery of her from my gaze." Azagan cackled, his voice echoing in a distorted three pitches.

"I wondered when you'd show up. Too scared to show your face?"

"No..." He gestures to the corpse of his daughter. "She is what prevented me from occupying her and using her. She found the method of disconnection, and kept it up... until her soul departed." His shadowy face looks to Elle. "I am home. Comfortable, in my chambers. Content that you writhe and flail for control of yourself against an unstoppable force. You should've embraced it, like I did. She might still be alive. And you might not have been a -murderer-." Azagan snickered at the last word.

"I was unaware you let them keep their souls. Good to know." Her brow rises at the shadow and she releases a snort. "You say that word as though I wasn't already a murderer, Azagan. Tell me this, though..." Her lips curl into a too-sweet, viper's smile. "If I can do all that when I'm not in control, what do you think I'll be capable of once I finish honing my skills?"

Azagan chortles, which swells into full on manic laughter. "As if you shall make it that far, dear Lady Sunweaver. The game is afoot; the Dawn of Rebirth coming. You cannot escape the fact that your striving will be for naught." His spirit loomed closer to her face; she could almost feel the chill of the Void radiating from the shadow. "Smile as you like. Save your face, Ellewelune... It will not change the fact that I've seen you. I've seen where you are... I've seen my daughter's last memories... "And I'm coming for you. Sleep well, knowing that doom is in your shadow."

Elle keeps her face serene while he speaks. Even as he looms over her, she doesn't react. She will not be cowed by the likes of him. When he utters his last words, her only response it to lift her arm, and give him the finger.

Azagan huffs, a poof of shadow billowing from his dark maw. The middle-finger was enough for him, the shadow wisps sealing into the floor, retreating beneath the stones and away, no doubt back to the shade's master. Before long, there was only silence. Elle was alone, with a corpse.

Elle runs a hand down her face and swears. Her hand may be shaking a little, but there's no one around to see it. "Fuck." She forces herself to sit up, pulling a rarely used comm unit from her pocket. She mumbles into it while staring at Naza's corpse. It's then that she remembers the book and gets up -carefully and slowly- to pick it up.