A feminine shape would seep out of the shadows with a red smile of sin. Only it wore *her* shape. "Hey there, Wyckers." What seemed to be Safrona sauntered over and simply leaned over to place the crown of flowers on the former watcher's head as he stood stunned. Miniature pink and white carnations and poppies embraced a larger, pristine white tulip. "Oh. The flowers? They're edible. Enjoy~" The succubus dispelled the glamour as soon as she'd slipped back into the shadows, proud of herself.
“Saf–” he started, yet fell silent as a forked tail slipped from the shadows when the ‘elf’ disappeared into the night. Once the illusion vanished and Renwyck was alone, the fallen Watcher released the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He bowed his head, the flowers slipping from his black hair to open hands below. Two petals from the tulip shook loose during the crown’s decent, a flutter of white as they continued to fall to the floor.
As much as he wanted to believe the flowers were sent with compassion and sincerity, he couldn’t shake the image of the succubus’s tail darting from the dark. A demon. A fucking demon. His fist clenched in anger, crushing a corner of the delicate crown within his palm. It was the Legion that took everything from him. And now it was supposed to be some sense of comfort to receive flowers from a damned demon?
No. It was too much to bear in that moment. His hand fell to his side, fingers unfurling from the mangled flowers to allow the rest of the crown to join the tulip petals at his feet.
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Any shenanigans of Elernia that you can share with us without revealing her machinations? :D
Elernia is more in league with @gravekeeper-anna these days, and she has been creating problems for warlocks as tribute for the Gravekeeper. She has deep connections with Anna that she is trying to re-appeal to ;)
I have thought of letting this naughty succubus invade some inboxes here or there, but I am being quite careful with that because I know she would not be everybody's cup of tea.
Beyond that, I can only say that she has been on my mind lately as a more individual character, but I am not sure if that will pass or grow in me. I suppose if you are interested, keep reading hm? Thanks @asharinhun!
Daily Writing Challenge 2024
November DWC, Day 2 Words: Deceit/Eternal
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As the last breath of the summoning command left her lips, a shadow seemed to divide from her own figure, birthed from it to become its own identity. A vague surprise laced the void elf’s features in seeing the succubus greet her, taloned fingers threading the length of her long braid with learned affection.
“Hello, Pretty,” the demon breathed with silky sweetness, as if some returning lover from the annals of time.
“Elernia,” Safrona replied with a backward step away, none too impressed. “You have not been answering my calls. Should I be concerned?”
The Sayaad shrugged helplessly, holding out both hands now with a performative befuddlement. “Well, you do now have what, one, two, three of us now?” She counted off on her fingers with a showiness, referencing the other two demons of her species that the Warlock had newly brought into her service. Elernia wrinkled her perfectly sloped nose at her Mistress. “I think the calling gets a little lost in translation. Maybe it’s time to really personalize our spells, Sweetness.”
A skeptical glance came from the Warlock now. “So you have not been…untethered from me, then? I am surprised you came to me at all.”
Elernia pouted, drawing near once more to her Mistress. “I’ve been with you through this life and the others you have taken, my love.” The succubus gently took the Warlock’s hands into her own, lining their fingers together. “I know you like no other, as you know me. You have me eternally.”
A knowing, devilish grin spread. She preyed upon her mistress’ secret desire for the deepest devotion, for unyielding worship that spanned lifetimes. A desire that few mortals could fulfill. “Those two young ones, they’ll *never* compare to me. You know it.”
The succubus lifted her mistress’ arms apart, appraising her appearance as if admiring her fashion. “And here now, you have been growing in power as I’ve always hoped for you to! How many demons have you in your service now?”
Safrona sighed and slipped her hands from the Sayaadi’s fingers. “Not enough,” she muttered in a slip of dark honesty. “They are…servicable I suppose. An exciting discovery in their first contact, but just a scattering in the long run. Brief impact.”
“You want something new,” Elernia construed, purring at the confession as if it sated her with some perverse satisfaction.
“I want to make sure the deep insurgence of Void in the new areas isn’t going to make a damn puppet out of me.” Safrona explained. “If Xala’tath can turn ancient civilizations beneath the earth to her own ends, what do you think she can do to a surface dweller who is already in tune to her frequency?” Safrona sighed shakily to herself. “Sometimes…my thoughts drift to places and I don’t even know if they are my own anymore.”
“Then you need us to remind you of who you are, silly sweet girl,” Elernia spoke. “Besides, the real reason I’ve been so quiet is because I’ve been researching for you. You've been fretting over all this other silly business you've not been paying mind to the other threats around you.”
Elernia slipped her talons so carefully in the top of her own brazier, slipping a pulsating crystal from the alluring curves of her bosom. It was fit into the warlock’s hand, closing her fingers fondly over it. “Dreadlord Raetheron. He picked up on your aura again like the sweet meat you are, and he’d been watching you, calculating how to strike. Had to intercept, Sweetness. I only snatched a shard of the soul, but you'll be able to track him entirely, and end him. Or. Bind him to your service. For real this time. Prove it to yourself that you can. Another step in that domination you need.”
Lifting the crystal to hand, Safrona felt the familiar dread pulse of the demonic Lieutenant. The first to bind her to the blood of Tichondrious the Darkener, through him. The origin of her power, and a remnant of a tormentor for years. The Warlock was impressed, but the skeptic in her did not die. “And you snapped up this shard of an Elder Dreadlord’s soul all by yourself?”
“I have my ways,” Elernia retorted with a little grin, then a blow of a kiss before phasing out of her reality again.
Safrona sighed thoughtfully, examining the crystal with a slow turn. She knew Elernia kept truths from her. And yet in the grand scheme of things, that recognition seemed unimportant.
Little lies were every part of the Sayaad’s design as much as the same deceits were of her own.
It was a meeting, in secrecy. The warlock constantly underestimated Elernia, and now she swore Safrona would pay for her lax attention, her utter dismissal and betrayal. Their infernal bond waned as the warlock's bond with the new young succubus AND incubus strengthened, allowing the Elder Sayaad to roam further from the warlock without notice. She lured a victim by teaching her name to the right lovesick acolyte and she was effectively summoned in the dank crypt long enough for her to overpower and slaughter the silly elf. And now, presenting the fresh flesh with the right sigil, she bid the one in mind to attend her.
The Sayaadi presented herself in her full demonic glory for her potential new favorite. No glamour, even giving over the truth of her name. A Sister would have been taken aback at such a risk. Elernia might have even been called foolish, a weak link among the Legion even, once, but there was a trust to be earned here with her audience. She could feel the cold distrust in the icy stare she was given as her victim rose anew, yet Elernia basked in the presence as if it were a stage spotlight, putting on her best infernal charm. She was intent on winning over her new prospect.
“Why did you call me here, demon?” Her company was not so easily charmed, none too thrilled to be called to the husk the demon murdered.
“Mmmn, curiousity,” Elernia offered coquettishly. “You would not have answered unless you were just a bit curious too, no? Have you forgotten me already?”
“Perhaps." How DID the demon know the personal sigil to call that particular soul by? "But I will not play your games long, especially if I don't feel quite entertained.” Her company’s voice darkened with an insidious edge. “Sometimes toys like to break.”
The succubus laughed, titilated. “Oh…promise my Pretty? We can play any time, but I called you here because I’d like to think we have some things in common.” Elernia sighed with a little dramatic flair.” My mistress shames us both.”
“I have very little care in how your mistress shames you. She is a mistake. And she will breed more mistakes until she is buried.”
“Oh, I absolutely agree,” Elernia grinned intensely. “It took me far too long to realize that little truth, sadly. I placed her on a damned pedestal for SO very long. Now the years of devotion to her melt to nothing, and I've been such a fool. I am nearly 327 years now, my Pretty, and I am shamed to only now see the lesson. The Shadow on the Sun is a mistake of life, and has little worth on the Path of Power. She is disgustingly complacent, wasting every breath she's stolen."
Elernia could see her contact had quieted with a gathering interest, giving pause to all that she would say. “After all my years of devotion and service in making her stronger, she dares to replace me. ME.” Hate oozed out in each sharply spoke word now, the demon did not mince a word. “I am trapped, made useless, cast aside. Abandoned by the one I have been a constant too. And I seethe.”
Her company scoffed. “Seems to me you must lay in the bed you made. Maybe you’ll warm the empty sheets with your ‘righteous’ anger.”
“Oh, but I’m a little rebel.” Elernia shimmied, and slid her fingers down her skin sensually. “And I want a new bed.”
A wave of dismay, even disgust radiated from her singular witness. “Don’t even think to ask. I will NOT pact with you. I won't make the same mistake again.”
Elernia pouted briefly, but feigned consignment to the denial. “Be that as it may, scorned soul to soul, I offer my help to you out of the kindness of my little black heart. If she gets to play favorites, so will I.”
The corpse sighed. “So now you’re going to find new ways to annoy me? I don't quite like the idea of you knowing how to call me.”
“Oooh Pretty, that hurts! Think about what I'm offering. A direct connection to the little bitch. Information, freely.” Elernia leaned forward, basking in the luminent visage of her company as she whispered her schemes. “I offer opportunity for you to take. I can see that one gleaming desire when you look at me, even now. You desire to make her suffer as much as I do.”
The banshee gazed now in return, her yellow eyes agleam on the succubus as she processed the potential of the words that next slithered off the demon's tongue. “And when we have ruined her enough and had our fun? I will happily help you to bury her."
Elernia felt a swell of victory as the corpse the banshee wore showed a sign of a smile, just before it rapidly rotted, contorted upon itself with sickening crunches, and lay dead once more. "I must go, the spectral form replied, an old haunt to the demon that held its wealth of nostalgia. "Perhaps...we'll speak again. But first, be a good demon and de-bone your little gift for me. "
The Lady Haunt gazed on the crumpled acolyte thoughtfully as the demon began to separate bone from the withered husk. "In fact, make more gifts of more stupid warlocks for me, and I'll continue to answer in the "flesh". I think it's terribly fitting of you."
Body modification! Do you want any? Have any? Tattoos, piercings, others?
The void elf tilted her head so slightly in thought for the brief few seconds it took her to arrive to a cemented answer: "No, I don't think I am looking to make any changes myself. Is there a reason you ask, lovely...?" Curiosity and opportunity were piqued, but the Courier's attention splintered as a husky chuckle echoed from a peripheral shade.
"Well, there's no speaking for the future, is there my love?" the voice apparated with clarity as the succubus parted from her mistress' silhouette and into reality. The inquiry had opened the floor to any in the void elf's company, and Elernia eagerly stepped onto the figurative stage. "Change is a part of life, isn't it? You'll never know when you want something new." The red, toothy smile was sharp as a knife for her mistress, each word tainted with darker, conniving meaning.
Safrona narrowed her eyes on the succubus, a hellish gleam parting from the nebulous violet of the Warlock's gaze. The demon shuddered in the unseen aftermath, wracked with a sudden spike of pain. The Courier's eyes returned again to the speaker, composed once more, masked with a patient smile. "You leave questions free in the air in my world and I can't say who will answer, yes?"
A voice crackled next from the open audio line of the Courier's Hearthstone, male: "Did someone say tattoos?!"
Without even looking, Safrona's hand slammed down on the device upon the office counter as her smile pursed. "Stars...really? Quintin, report in please. We haven't heard from you in a week."
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Despite the enchanted masking of her more demonic qualities, the Sayaad held an unnatural sway of attention, soaking up the desirous eyes that might turn toward her. Every carnal thought, every strand of desperation, every speechless blush energized her within the establishment, yet left her dissatisfied with only the scent of souls on the air - she had no permission to feed her predatorial hungers in such a place. Yet. A secretive, scathing glance was given the Courier in the moment as she busied herself with the Madam in typical business discussion with far more mundane needs. As her mistress parted the Madam's presence to check inventory, Elernia took her opportunity to offer much more interesting conversation at the expense of her mistress.
"What a wonderful establishment, Pretty." The 'assistant's voice melted out in a moonlit drawl, slow and sweet with promise. "It's no wonder the Lady Courier wanted to do business. Feels like, mn, home? There's some familiarity in sin for us, you know." A terrible, beautiful smile cut like a ruby crescent from Elernia's lips, affixed on Madam Gampre's eyes. "Tell me, have you heard of the Siren of Booty Bay? You should ask her of it. She'd adore sharing in the tale."
The potential discomfort such a little nugget of ugly rumor might make for her mistress held Elernia in perverse anticipation.
Assumption: Safrona can't live without teasing her succubus, making the dmeon suffer a bit from time to time. Knowing full well how it would turned out should the succubus ever get free.
A harsh chuckle fled the warlock. "Teasing. That is what you think I do? I think that you need to worry less about what I do with my succubus and more that you word your assumption as if it is a casual game. It's unwise to play games with demons, especially with Sayaadi. Especially the one I have in my...employ. I know well what she's capable of. If anything, I worry that your presumption betrays that you do not. It's the unaware we always have to look out for, sadly."
Safrona gave herself over to thought with a cant of the head. In the same moment a womanly giggle licked the air near her; the void elf's eyes pinned to the lingering shadow that was attached to her with the faintest scowl. Elernia was amused.
"I think the scariest monsters tend to be remembered," Safrona answered with an enigmatic smile. "In legends. In stories. In lessons. In fact, I think the monsters that are most feared tend to be remembered over the names of heroes that are told to have slain them. Fascination and fear. Sometimes they are the same, yes?"
Another feminine giggle erupted from the darkness around Safrona, now prideful and vicious. The Warlock muttered in return a command: "Hush."
