Snippet #1527463

Katariel heard the lethally sweet voice of the Dark Lord ringing out in the hallway just passed her closed door and she opened one crystal blue eye first, peeking out into the empty room. Was it morning already?! she asked herself as she lazily slipped out of bed, walking across her room to her wardrobe and choosing the days outfit. Keeping it dark so that she would be well hidden if she had to use her shadow magic, she chose a short black jersey dress that fell halfway down her thigh so that she was still able to move quickly if needed. She added a pair of knee high boots, ran a brush through her hair and waltzed out of her room, looking over the two that had already gathered in front of their Lord.

Perhaps it was easiest to say that Katariel took more easily to this new lifestyle than the other two. Though none of them remembered their past before they came into their Lord’s service, the other two always seemed… Twitchy? Obedient? Shy? It was quite amusing to watch. Now Katariel, on the other hand, had always had some sliver of evil in her soul. Perhaps it came from being descended from a Shadow Dragon or perhaps she was just tainted by the Gods but she didn’t ever bat an eye when wreaking havoc or performing their daily duties of maiming, murdering, etc.

She decided to playfully tease the other two in her group as she stood right outside of her door, dipping into an extremely low curtsey from ages past, lowering herself to a point where her knees almost touched the ground.

“Good morning, your Lordship.” She said in a melodic, sultry tone before rising once more, clasping her hands behind her back as she waltzed over to stand beside the two others. “What would you have of us today?” Her bright blue eyes raised but did not quite meet the Dark Lord’s for in her culture it was a sign of disrespect to look someone in the eyes that was of higher rank. Instead, her gaze settled lower, on the man’s chin or nose, whichever caught her attention first.