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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 8:44 am
Tristan walked stealthily behind Zevella and touched the tip of his sword, still in the sheath, to her back. "What is it Exile? You feel down today." He told her sneaky.
Zevella whipped around startled out of her thoughts as her hand instinctively pulled her knife. When her mind came back to her she growled. "What do you want?"
"Don't be scared Exiled." He told her in his suave voice. "Come with me, we need to talk and I don't want your friend to spot us. Do you know a more secluded place?" He asked putting his hand on her shoulder.
She pulled back slightly. "Why would I go with you?"
"Well I can give you a new reason to live. I know you are un-happy here. Also I won't risk attack you and make all the exiled angels in the area hunt me down." Tristan told her, his crimson eyes twinkling.
Zevella eased up a moment thinking it over, but then tensed again. "Why should I believe you? You radiate evil." she growled.
Tristan chuckled slightly then regained his serious composure, "Well they don't call me a Demon for being nice. You have nothing to loose as I told you. Why doubt me?" He asked her as he bowed in front of her. "I am a gentleman and I never break a promise" He told her winking.
She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she lowered her guard, and put her knife away. She started walking not sure where she would go mainly because she not only didn't trust the demon, but she wasn't sure she truly trusted herself. When they had walked just a short distance from Aspasia, Zevella asked with out turning to face him. "What is it you want?"
"Well it’s easy my sweet exiled. I won't to show you the right path and offer you a just alliance to my side." He told her smiling.
She raised an eyebrow. "A just alliance?" She wasn't as disgusted at the idea as she knew she should be. "What would be in this alliance for me?"
Tristan raised his brow amused at the exiled behaviour. "For starters you'll join the winning side. Other things might come your way to but it depends how much you intend to pledge yourself. You understand I am not in position to reveal much detail." He told her, putting his right hand under his chin in a thinking position.
"What is required of me?" she asked rather irritated by her own feelings, and how her eyes seemed to be drawn to him now that her initial fear was dissipating.
"I'm glad you are willing to listen. Of course you'd get more knowledge, you'd have excess to a greater power and use dark spells. You'd be free to do all you desire and in return, you'll fight with us by our side." Tristan explained lightly. "Of course you get more privileges as soon as you make yourself worthy of them. My master would also want to have a brief talk with you."
Zevella's eyes searched his, but she saw nothing there. "What makes you so sure that you will be the victor of this next war?"
Tristan smirked, "What makes you think we can not be the victors of the next war?" He asked her.
"Your results after the last war would be good standings for comparison would they not?" she asked sounding sure of herself, but inside she wasn't sure.
"You speak to bluntly, after all weren't you one that didn't have a spine to decide? We were just hasty and got outnumbered. No one heard our cause. Why should us, superior beings restrain our self from the pleasures that surround us? Why are we bound to the celestial plains and not free to enjoy ourselves?" Tristan told her wanting to test her wits and standing.
"So things are different for you now?" Zevella asked curiously. She was unconsciously leaning toward him as she grew more interested in the conversation.
"Well we have our own troubles, like you, I suppose, but lets say we are better off then the good part. Is that enough exiled?" Tristan asked her as he looked directly in her eyes.
Zevella felt the chill run down her spine, but she couldn't seem to resist. "Plenty." she answered lost to all the words he was playing around her.
"So beautiful dark winged exiled, will you come to our domain?" He asked her as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.
Zevelle felt herself becoming lost in his charm, his touch, his eyes, and she let go of what little struggle she had against him. "Yes." She answered forgetting even her friend that wasn't so far away.
Tristan smirked as he put his hand round her waist, "Come then, let me show you your new home." He told her as he leaned forward, his breath on her neck as his black cloak covered them up and they left Mt. Karza.
She clung to him as the daze came over her. She had no idea what she had just done, or where she was going. All she knew was his arms around her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 8:55 am
Tristan arrived with Zevella, a few hours later. Moving to hell required stealth as you had to avoid meeting as much people as possible. As they landed in front of one of the openings, Tristan removed his cloak from around her but left his hand on her waist. "Shall I show you your new quarters or accompany you to your new master? Some formalities must be dealt with." He told her his eyes were dark and dangerous and one could easily loose himself.
Zevella looked up at him overwhelmed with everything. "Which ever you think is best." she answered in a small voice.
"Don't worry about this place. No demon shall attack you while I am beside you. Let’s move to your quarters. I chose them personally." He told her moving forward into the dark tunnels. Soon the passage way was lit by torches and Tristan took his dices out form his pocket. Giving them a quick shake in his palm he looked down, three 6's. His luck was with him, he thought and smirked looking at Zevella from the corner of his eyes.
Zevella shuttered a bit from the evil that seemed to be forming around her. She clung closer to him as her heart seemed to turn colder then it had been.
Tristan warmed her with his body. He knew how difficult it was to transit from an angel or exile to a demon. The demon world was so different. No sun and evil all around, "Now tell me what’s your name, sweet lady?" He asked her trying to charm her.
She welcomed his warmth as she answered. "My name is Zevella." Her voice sounded vague now as if all her hope was being sucked out of her. "What of your name?"
Tristan looked at her, she was falling at his feet. "I'm Tristan, the trick master." he muttered softy as he removed a bangle from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
She smiled softly at him as the memory of her former hopes, and dreams slipped from her. Her eyes now skimmed the dormant tunnels. It seemed so dreary and so right to her now. "Is this where you stay as well?"
"No, not exactly Zevella. However I might find a room to my use if I have a reason to come." He told her winking. His mind flew to Namia but even though he felt a bit guilty, charming this girl when he had Namia, he still wanted to get his own back on her. She had been with others too, letting himself be drawn to such an important pawn won't do any harm. There was still the 'mission' excuse.
A small blush came to her cheeks. "I see." She said a bit embarrassed. "What of the others down here? Should I expect any trouble from them?"
"Well no, I don’t think so. Everyone is quiet busy at the moment. Some getting trained, others training the troops. Just be careful who you talk to. Demons are sneaky and it’s easy to fall in their traps. They love to lure young inexperienced demons in one of their pranks just for fun especially in a tense moment like this." Tristan told her. Suddenly he stopped after turning in different passages ways. It was a wooden oak door with rubies on the pommel that appeared before them. He opened the door to reveal a room, "Ladies first." He told her motioning her inside.
She stepped into the room glancing first at the bed dripping in black silks, and then at the small fire place where a black fire roared. Her mind seemed to spin with all that she was taking in. "This is not what we were told awaited in hell." she exclaimed, and then wondered where the thought had come from.
Tristan laughed as he sat on the bed and stretched his hands above his head, "When I was a high ranking angel no one ever dreamt about it either, but I chose this and much more when the opportunity aroused and I followed my master here." He told her, then smirking he added, "I don't suppose you'd thought you'd find someone like me here either, right?"
Her blush deepened slightly, but she kept her eyes on the fire. "No, I hadn't expected someone like you here either." she replied.
Tristan smiled. This exile was turning out to be a very good distraction, "Now Zevella, this room is your domain. You are a queen between these walls and everyone is under your wish, me included." He finished the last part in a seducing voice. "Tonight isn't the right time to train, but tomorrow we shall see what your powers are, what you have mastered and enhance them further. We maybe harsher then your exiles trainee, but our teachers are the best because we are not restrained with laws of order." He told. "Only those worthy will gain power while in heaven it was the title that counted."
Zevella turned her slightly shocked eyes to him. "A queen between these walls?" she thought to herself. She wouldn't fall for being put so high so quickly. She turned back to the fire. "I have some fighting skills, but I was mainly used as an archer." she said.
"Interesting indeed." He told her as he got up and went behind her, "One single shot, perfect aim, one corpse. Our master would be pleased." He told her. “I shall check the shooting ranch tomorrow morning. I must test your skills myself before I present you to the Master." He told her bluntly.
She could feel him as he stood behind her. "I can assure you. You won't be disappointed." She said with a smirk, and a new sense of self assurance.
Tristan put his hand on her shoulders, " I see I've recruited a worthy demon. My job is done for the day, but you can still proof to me how strong you are. How much you care about this new life I've provided for you, Zevella." He whispered.
She turned to face him. "How exactly would you like me to do that?" she asked a slightly playful look upon her face.
"Well I don't know. Aren't you the queen here?" He asked her winking. He definitely had forgotten about Namia after decades.
"That's right... I am the queen here." she chuckled getting a little closer to him. Her hands came slowly, almost hesitantly, to his shoulders.
Tristan smiled as he leaned down and kissed her neck and then jaw, his hand when to her waist, gently caressing her loins.
She melted against him, her hands searching along his back for any place that didn't seem to scorch up desires for her. She waited for his lips to pass ever so slowly along her jaw before she took them with her own in a passion filled, hard kiss.
Tristan smiled softly as he saw the affection this new demon showed. She was so warm, and her heart. though it had began to turn cold, it still had a flicker of burning hope. He hugged her close, feeling glee creeping on his spirit, pushing away the thoughts of the day before. Namia was just a bad memory now, in this moment of bliss. Zevella, the newly fallen exile, was his new flame of passion, and for this he was happy and slept peacefully all night with her by his side.
Zevella's eyes fluttered slowly opened as she felt his arms still around her. A pleasant smile crossed her face, and she tried to stifle the delicate yawn.
"Hi" Tristan told her in a whisper as he stretched his hand above his head. "Did you sleep well?" he asked her smirking.
"Very well." She answered in a soft voice. Her hand came up in a small caress along his shoulder. "Did you?"
He held her hand, his skin cold compared to hers. "It was pleasant" He told her as he looked at the canopy above. "I have to leave soon." he told her without any care in his voice.
She nodded with understanding, although a sad expression came over her face. "Does that mean you want to see my archery skills now, or when you come back?" she asked.
"Later. I have to talk with Master before and go check someone too... maybe." He told her as he got up and started dressing up again. His mind drifted back to Namia now that the fun had passed. He glanced back at Zevella every now and then too.
Zevella stood slipping into her cloths now. "Alright. I'll just stay here then." she said as she slid into one of the chairs after dressing.
Tristan walked over to her and put his hand under her chin, "What's that sad face, my queen? Did I wrong you?" He asked her and smiled.
She smiled up at him. "I just don't like the thought of being left so soon." she said although something she couldn't quiet pick up was lying under her skin. "Go do as you must." she sighed.
Tristan kissed her lightly, "Well duty calls. If you want to go around, do as you wish, I have my own means to find you wherever you are." He told her as he went over the door and opened it, "Just have a good time in my absence" He told her as he snapped his fingers, making a single black rose with a red ribbon appear on her lap, then closed the door.
She smiled as she picked up the rose. A small sigh escaped her lips again, and she stared over into the fire.
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