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Post by Alethia on May 4, 2007 1:06:07 GMT -5
"Don't let us down," Demetria purrs. She seems distracted. "Bael, hold still, I'm bringing you a present. Jester, good luck." She flies off suddenly.
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Post by Re-Horakhty on May 4, 2007 1:11:11 GMT -5
Jester nods. "I'll see you both later.." That said Jester disappears and heads off to the mortal world.
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Post by Alethia on May 4, 2007 1:32:30 GMT -5
Demetria returns after a bit, carrying a comatose angel man and a squealing, protesting young child-goddess. She drops the child down - not too roughly - but clings to the angel.
"Sombra gave us gifts," Demetria announces to her mate.
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Post by iamtuo on May 4, 2007 1:46:58 GMT -5
Bael looks at the angel and child in interest. "What sort of gifts..?"
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Post by Alethia on May 4, 2007 1:52:42 GMT -5
"Do whatever you want with gifts," Demetria laughed. "This one's mine, you can have the girl. There's nothing I want to do to her anyway. Too old to cuddle, too young to raise a claw to in my opinion."
"Father's going to kill you both!" the girl screams, and gets up, trying to kick Bael.
"Don't kill her," Demetria warned, unruffled. "But as long as she's still breathing, do what you wish."
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Post by iamtuo on May 4, 2007 1:59:21 GMT -5
Bael chuckles as Illuminous kicks him and sweeps her up in an arm. "As you wish mate. And you little child..how would you like a tour of my home. I'm sure you will find it very educational." Bael gives an evil grin and begins to walk off with Illuminous in his grip.
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Post by Alethia on May 4, 2007 2:04:30 GMT -5
Around this time Noel finally starts to come to.
He opens his eyes slightly. "Luminous," he slurs. "M'lady... Light.. Huh?" When he sees he's not home, at Sombra's, or that Illuminous is anywhere nearby he panics, looking around. And, by misfortune, his eyes fall on Demetria.
Demetria smiles, blasting full throttle with her power. No mortal can withstand her. Few enforcers can either. Noel's cheeks grow hot, despite himself.
"Don't worry about the child," Demetria croons, stroking his cheek. It's like velvet against his skin and he leans into it, suddenly wondering what it was that got him so worked up in the first place. "Come with me..." She removes her touch and walks off with a saunter. Noel stares after her dreamily, missing the coolness of her skin on his cheek as he plods after.
"Yes Mistress..."
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