#oftheblackoath

      “The answer is no,” he said, hands slipping into his jacket pockets. “I am content with what I serve.” Though, someday’s he had his doubts... that didn’t mean he was going to throw it all away. No, it just meant that sometimes he had to take leaps of faith - massive one’s at times. “Always have been.”

“ what ever you want, it will have to wait, ” that itch was always under his skin was getting to unbearable levels. usually, he could keep it under control, but today... it was getting to the point where he couldn’t ignore it the way he usually had done, “ i’m in no condition for meetings today.”

“things are going well.” a simple statement as remus checked his emails, “i have the next three day’s off just in case, but with any luck... things will go smoothly.”

“My, my, so quick to assume?” The woman gave a dry chuckle but was amused nonetheless. Corrupted emerald eyes took in the being before her. Liking what she saw. “I assure you my intentions are…quite harmless. Academical even.” Clawed hands clasp together as she slowly circled the interesting male creature. Studying him, sampling his power, but most of all she did not present herself as a threat. The woman’s chest did not rise or fall nor was her skin lively. But grey and lifeless as any undead being. However, she was preserved so perfectly that nothing was lost to death and rebirth.

“Allow me the pleasure to introduce myself. Abaddawn you my call me but what do I call you, hmm?” Abaddawn was not simply a walking corpse. No, corrupted and twisted by foul magics by her volition or not. A form hidden that was similar and yet not like his own. Worn by the face of an older woman. Whatever she was in life was replaced by a demon of her own making.