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Isis Reign

A beautiful, but deadly succubus-siren.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Faithy

Description

Name: Isis Reign Image
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Physical Description: Beautiful emerald eyes peer intently out between elongated lashes, which begin black but as they extend out, lighten to a reddish shade. Strands of faintly wavy crimson locks flutter against the sides of her bronze face, the rest spreading out across her shoulders in order to rest against her lower back. Even if one were to look closely, not a single imperfection could be seen anywhere on her flesh, save the sporadically placed freckles across her nose. Her lips are full, pouty and beautifully sculpted. At first impression, the very young looking female would appear too dainty to be a fighter. Every curve and strategically placed body part is there for a reason and she uses her looks as a deceiver. Beneath the feminine flesh reins a beast that’s waiting patiently to be unleashed, figuratively speaking that is. Though she doesn’t have bulky muscles, every inch of her is toned.

When forced to attend balls or other elegant engagements, Isis will most likely slip on a tight fitting, curve flattering black strapless black dress that floats just barely below her thighs, leaving little to imagination. However, on normal occasions she often wears a black shirt. The front closes with a silver zipper that runs from the very bottom to the top. Beneath the shirt is a pair of shorts that goes down a little past the shirt. She alternates the shorts with a pair of jeans, which flaunt her luscious curves. Finishing out the outfit is a pair of black thigh high boots with five inch chunky heels that show off just how long and toned her legs truly are. When she’s wearing her jeans, she also wears a body fitting armor that although looks thin, it is very durable and can withstand a lot.

She has a butterfly tattoo on the right side of her waist. The butterfly colors consist of reddish-pink, blue, light blue, black, purple and light purple. The last tattoo she has is the kanji symbols of her human servants name; Jason. The name is tattooed across her right wrist.

Dangling down from a silver chain is a three tiered diamond pendant each jewel wrapped in pure silver. On her left wrist is a pure silver watch, the face of it analog style. On her left thumb, she wears a silver ring with a butterfly that stands out, the colors matching her tattoo perfectly. When she wears her hair up, in braids, or pigtails, she fastens it with silver clips. A pair of sleek silver sunglasses dons the top of her head; the lenses are a reflective metallic blue shade.

Personality

The moment Isis was born, her mother announced that her little angel had been brought forth to save her father. Mainly however, her personality all depended on who was asked. Those that hated or feared her indicated that she was a sadomasochistic bitch, who tortured anyone that got in her way. She was more of a sadist than a masochist though. They also stated that she fed off the fear and lust of her victims and had a very wicked mind. Her loyal subjects claimed that while she was firm and at times an unforgiving individual she could be trusted to protect their lives with whatever means necessary. Her bastard of a father claimed she was a whore because of the way she acted and dressed. He of course will be explained more in her history, as will her mother. If she were to describe herself, she wouldn’t deny the things said about her and would add that she was stubborn and always got what she wanted, and that she was a siren, who relies on very corrupt magic. Most that feared her mind, also knew to be wary of her temper since it was quite fowl.

Cruelty is another description Isis was given when she was young by her remaining family members. The angelic traits that her mother witnessed in her never really surfaced. The only time she let it out was when she was either alone in her chambers or with Jason. Thanks to her inheritance, she had more money than she needed and often uses it to throw balls and other elegant affairs. Because of her wealth, she never had to worry about being seduced into doing something she didn’t want because she needed the cash. However, when approached with other wants especially when it comes to her darkest desires, she found it difficult to say no. Potently powerful, Isis found it easy to make people give her more. However, Isis was the one that generally did the seducing being a siren 'n all.

Equipment

**Specialized gauntlets** Isis prides herself on her perfectly sculpted hands so, often times when she’s in a brawl, she’ll wear the gauntlets that were given to her as a birthday gift. Instead of having solid fingers, there are claws for each digit. The claws can be detached in order to shoot out at her opponents. The blades are always sharp and clean themselves automatically.

**Scimitar Short Swords** Two of a kind, these swords fit snuggly in each of her boots, the hilts resting against her thighs. The short blade has a pronounced recurve, and the pommel and guard are hand-dimpled for texture.

**Scimitar Sword** Though the blade is almost 5 inches at its widest point, the sword is well balanced, no matter if you use one or two hands because it has an unique pommel design. The blade was hand forged over hot coals and the wooden handle is separated by brass spacers. The perfectly matched sheath keeps the weapon safe against her left side until she’s ready to use it.

**De Satchel** Yep, just what it says
 it’s a satchel of different potions and poisons to use on her opponents.**

**Dagger**She also has the dagger she used to kill her father. This special memorable weapon is kept against her back, the straps hooking into her belt, which also holds her sword.

**Long Sword** This sword is rather plain, with a straight but reinforced blade. It is held in a spine sheath that hooks around her arms as well as into her belt. Her long hair covers up the hilt of it, keeping it completely hidden until it’s needed.

**Bag ‘o torturing tools** Again, as it states, a bag full of tools that she implements when torturing someone whether it be for information or just pleasure.

History

Since the moment Isis was born, her father Markus constantly told her that she was a massive mistake. He oozed with distain towards her and she lost count of the number of times he attempted to assassinate her. Juliana, her mother was the only caring immediate family member she had. If Isis was a mistake, Juliana never mentioned it. In fact, whenever Markus spoke against Isis, her mother faced his wrath and rebutted him. Of course, this made the controlling man rather pissed off and ultimately led to Juliana’s downfall. The jerk hired a hit man to kill the two females in his life, but the idiot wasn’t a professional. Instead of hitting either one, he nailed one of the servants in the head. The poor man was found floating in a nearby lake, his body missing important pieces. The next assassin that was hired was an expert marksman and though he missed Isis, her mother wasn’t as lucky. This forever warped her mind and bit by bit, her personality did a complete turn-around. Hatred filled her broken heart and she began taking it out on family members and anyone else that deemed it their business to make her life difficult.

When she turned eighteen, it was decided that the man that called himself her father was going to die. Every night around eight O’clock he settled himself down in the den, drank many glasses of his own special formula while his hired prostitutes would pleasure him on his command. Isis knew that around midnight, he would be passed out drunk and the bitches would be long gone, each locating a servant to cure their horny bodies. So, it was around one that the vengeful female made her way into his room with torturous thoughts rampaging through her mind. To keep him from moving, she tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, using his own belts. Once she was confident that he was secure, she gagged his mouth with a pillow case. Knowing that it would be more satisfactory for her if he was awake, Isis slapped him until Markus struggled to open his eyes. A number of emotions slid across his eyes, easily read by her. This of course pleased her immensely. When he realized he was tied down and gagged, the verbally abusive male used all of his strength to try and break free. He quickly found out that he couldn’t and though he didn’t quit immediately, it was obvious in his facial expression that he knew he was doomed. Picking up a dagger from the nightstand, Reign traced it down her father’s neck. His discomfort made a sinister grin appear upon her face and without warning; she cut open his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. Whatever was going through his mind wasn’t even close to what was drifting through hers. The edge of the weapon pressed against him, the tip beginning just below his throat. Before he could even scream, she had forced the blade through his skin and flesh, forcing the thing as deep as she could while cutting down to his navel. Blood spewed from the wound, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She was soon making deep gashes on his arms, legs, and sides, ignoring his muffled screaming. The more she cut, the more he shouted and begged for her to stop. His pathetic sound made her want to do more, which she did. The sheets, floor, and of course her body was covered in crimson goodness. Since the area around his intestines was shredded, she decided it’d be fun to disembowel him, and so she did. Once his guts were spewed outside of his body, she moved back to his chest. Re-positioning the knife above his heart, the sadist made a crude circle. Taking her sharp nails, she ripped out the flesh until the exposed beating organ could be seen. Realizing it was hidden behind the rib cage, Isis quickly broke the bones in her way, yanking them out of her way. Reaching down, she yanked it out, holding it in her hand for a brief second. Sneering at his dying form, Isis slammed the heart down to the ground, smooshing it with a chair.

Leaving his dead corpse, Isis calmly walked into her bathroom, showering in order to clean the blood off her. After she was clean and dry and of course, dressed in sleeping clothes, she called the police. She was able to convince them that a revengeful associate of her father had entered his room and killed him. They of course believed her and she soon inherited everything. The house was burned and a brand new mansion was built in its place. She also had a guest house built in addition to a pool, stables, and a fitness building. It was then that she began gathering loyal people and most of them stayed in the guest house. She also acquired a human servant who stayed with her. During this time she was given the opportunity to become immortal and she accepted the invitation. Her age along with her race has been kept secret from everyone and though she looks to be twenty, she is mentally much older than that.

So begins...

Isis Reign's Story

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Isis shifted her attention towards the ground once again as soon as she saw Xas frowning. Of course, what did she expect? Did she really think he would be okay with the news? Of course he wasn’t alright with what she revealed. Even when he said he thought he might know who had hired her through her employers to kill him, she didn’t feel any better. Nor did it truly relieve her when he said it wasn’t her fault. Of course it was her fault
 she could have said no and took the consequences.

Smiling faintly when he kissed her forehead before moving away from her, Isis pulled off her boots, placing them at the end of the bed. She climbed backwards onto the bed, putting her back against the headboard. She was going to pull her knees up to her chest, but couldn’t because of the dress she was wearing. Crossing her arms against her chest, Reign shifted her attention over towards Xas, curious to what he was doing. The only thing she could see was him pulling out the card and a beautiful looking feather, but whatever he did with it was unclear to the Siren. Her body was beginning to ache and she hugged her arms tighter against her body, starting to shiver a little. The pure white light was bright and she dropped her face into her hands until it faded away. Nodding at Xas, she pulled out her cell and checked her e-mail. Well, so far no news, so that was good, right?

“So
 I guess I should go, right
? I’m sorry for this
 You really seem like a nice guy
 I wish I could have known you under different circumstances
”

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Xas faced Isis again, and shook his head slightly,"You don't have to go. To be honest, it'd be better for you to stay so that we could watch each other's backs. Until now, I didn't even know if my targets had even made contact with anyone in this area, and to be honest if not for your change of heart...well I'd probably be dead."

He made his way back to the bed, and tossed himself onto it, bouncing twice before coming to a reclining rest next to the distraught woman,"Y'know, back where I'm from, sirens feed off of, uh, different things. Not just fear. Usually its strong emotions of any sort, so you get them in the entertainment and advertising industries pretty often...though there are a lot who prefer social services, those ones feed off anger, I think. Anyways, what I'm asking is: are you sure you only feed off fear?"

His questions probably seemed a bit odd, coming from his overly relaxed, and a touch suggestive, position next to her. His expression and tone were dead serious, however, though it wouldn't have been the first time that he had teased her with a straight face.

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Even though she said she should be leaving, Isis didn’t move a muscle. Instead she glanced once again at her phone, almost as if she expected a message that stated that her employers knew she didn’t do her job. When there was still nothing in her inbox, she breathed a heavy sigh and thought again about leaving. Her eyes widened a little when he said she didn’t have to leave. Really, even after she admitted that she had been hired to kill him, he was still okay with her staying? She played back what he said a couple of times, still not believing it at all.

Maybe he’s just trying to get you off guard so he can kill you before you change your mind


Frowning at the thought, Reign shook it out of her mind and couldn’t help but agree with the fact that watching each other’s backs was a pretty smart idea. When he jumped onto the bed, she couldn’t help but squeak and brace herself against the headboard to keep from tumbling off the side. She was extremely surprised that he knew about Sirens and wondered if perhaps he knew more about her than she thought. Scrunching up nose up, she debated on just how much to tell him and figured she already pretty much told him everything, so she might as well continue.

“I don’t only feed off fear. In fact, fear is generally the second thing I feed off of
 mostly. The main thing I can feed off of and actually get full off of is errr
 lust and sex.” Glancing at the bed, she swore under her breath as her face turned bright red.

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Xas couldn't help but chuckle at the way Isis's cheeks filled with color, reflecting the young, well she was probably older than him, woman's embarrassment. On one hand, it could have been an act, playing off his nature, and luring him into a false trust. On the other hand, Xas had to admit, such a ruse would work, and he even found himself wanting to take tame from his assignment to actually help Isis.

"Though I've never heard of someone being turned into a siren," he nodded slightly and raised his eyebrows thoughtfully," That bit is new," he continued in his previous tone, which was more matter-of-fact,"As far as I can tell you're normal by their standards. So there's that."

He sat up again, putting an arm around Isis and pulling her against him lightly. He sat there quiet for the moment, giving thought to some things, and wondering for a moment if he could have done anything different. One wing curled around Isis, surrounding her in soft feathers and the warm spicy scent of the soap that he used. His other wing hung halfway off the bed in a lazy manner, feather tips brushing the floor. The room was beginning to turn shades of orange and red as night closed in, lights in the city flickering to life one by one, like the first stars making their appearance.

It was peaceful.

The silence was broken by Xas's voice, in a calm, almost resigned tone,"You can feed from me. If you want. If you plan to run, you'll have to be at full strength, right? And if you decide to kill me anyways...just one request? Make it quick." He didn't want her to die just for him, because she couldn't kill him. It didn't make sense.

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Isis clenched her jaw as soon as Xas chuckled at her. She wasn’t used to being embarrassed and the thought of being humiliated made her even more so. Her cheeks flushed even more and if she could have sunk deep into the mattress, she definitely would have, but that wasn’t an ability she had. What was bugging her the most was that in her world, up until this time, she was the one that made the opposite sex act in this manner. What on earth changed inside of her to allow such a disgrace to occur? Oh right, she actually liked this guy. Slapping her face gently, she forced herself to take in several deep breaths in order to return her cheeks back to normal. At least he considered her to be normal, so that was definitely a plus.

It took a lot of willpower to keep from turning red when he tugged her against him a smidge, but she managed to do so with a bit of grace. Snuggling up against him, she traced her fingers up and down his thigh idly, resisting the urge to play with the wing that was curled up around him. Was he truly falling for her or was it something seeping off her without her realizing it? Hoping it wasn’t due to her Siren abilities, but was instead a true love type situation, the normally cruel and sadistic female allowed herself to do the one thing she never thought would happen; relax. Her head rested against his chest and the sun setting outside set a beautiful ambiance inside of the room. It was perfect – possibly too perfect, but she wasn’t about to split hairs. The silence in the room was broken by Xas giving himself to her as food, which was incredibly surprising. She knew without a doubt at that very moment that she wasn’t going to kill him nor would she allow anyone to harm him.

“Xas
 If you’re sure then I’ll do it, but I’m not going to kill you and you can bet your bottom dollar or however that saying goes
 that I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m growing quite attached to you being alive and squishy.”

It had been a while since she fed just on lust through sex, and Isis wasn’t quite sure how to go about doing it. She didn’t much like feeling awkward and decided just to go about it how she used to before becoming a Siren.


][OOC: SEXY TIMES][

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Xas brushed Isis's hair away from her face pausing to just gaze into her eyes for the moment. He couldn't believe that she was anything other than a vulnerable woman, and he just wanted to keep her safe from her past and any other forces that arose. The desire echoed in the way his other arm brought them a little closer together, his hear seeming to thud almost painfully in his throat. He didn't even give any consideration that his attraction was a result of any ability she had, after all, she was beautiful, she was intelligent and had a sense of humor, and she needed him. He brought his lips to hers, gentle at first, testing, silently asking for her consent to continue. Like before, his hand moved to the small of her back, holding her respectfully, yet with that slight hint that he would rather just throw her down and make good on the threats he gave when she had played with his wing in the bar.

Luckily it seemed that Isis was more than happy to oblige and the pair fell to the bed together fulfilling each other's hungers.



Morning brought with it a golden-orange light that turned the wall into its own reflection of the rising sun, though the half-drawn curtains. Xas woke slowly, enjoying the warm sensation that bid him to return to sleep, snuggled against the softer body of the woman with him. He would have listened to that feeling too, if not for the insistent complaint of his bladder, a soft sigh escaping his lips in resignation. He carefully untangled himself from the graceful limbs of his lover, and dragged himself to his feet with a stretch and a yawn, before he shambled off to the bathroom.

The room itself was scattered with silver feathers, and Xas even had to pluck one from his disheveled hair when he noticed it in the mirror. Even though he felt exhausted, the ache itself was pleasantly filling like a favorite meal, and a nap. Once his body's complaint was taken care of, the lawman lingered in the doorway, admiring the tangle of sheets, and more importantly, the woman in them. As tiring as it had been to be fed from, he had to admit, he wouldn't mind doing it again. Hell, he looked forward to it.

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Was it just a dream? Did she actually allow herself to be vulnerable in front of a male that wasn’t under her control? As she laid there tangled up in the blankets, Isis found it difficult to open her eyes. What if she woke up and it was only a dream after all and some strange male was lying beside her drained of the majority of his life force? He would probably wake with that look still in his eyes, begging her to do it over and over again until he breathed his last drop of air. It was the same scenario over and over again and she didn’t really want to face the reality. Or it could be the opposite and he could be covered in blood and cuts, beginning for her to stop torturing him, but getting off on it at the same time. She had grown far too tired of this cycle, but had no idea how to stop it. That of course made her remember that her employers were probably figuring out by now that she hadn’t kill him, which made just lying in bed rather unwise. It was now or never, the danger wouldn’t wait for her to get the nerve to see what waited in bed with her.

Sliding open her emerald eyes, she took note of only one thing, a pillow shoved against her face. The pillow blocked out most of the light that was coming through the window, which was always a good thing in her book. Finally pushing the pillow away from her, she found herself staring at an empty spot beside her. Well, that wasn’t a good sign. This was probably the very first time she had woken up without a body lying beside her. Picking up a couple of silvery feathers, she couldn’t help but smile faintly, remembering what had happened the night before. For the first time in years, she actually felt satisfied and that was something she quite enjoyed. Placing the feather back down on the bed, Isis came to realize that she definitely had let herself become vulnerable in front of someone
 someone she surprisingly had feelings for and they weren’t just Siren feelings, but something she probably felt when she was younger. Feeling a set of eyes upon her, she finally rolled over and greeted Xas with a soft smile.

“
Hey there, I didn’t cause you too much hurt did I?” Sitting up, Isis slid out of the bed, letting the sheets fall away from her naked form. She headed over to where he happened to be standing and wrapped her arms around him, snuggling close against his chest. Her lips made contact with his and she kissed him passionately.

“Xas, we can’t stay here
 my employers aren’t the type to mess with and the further ahead we get, the better off we’ll be. If you want to go with me, that is
 I won’t force you, but you aren’t safe either. Plus, I kind of like having you around and well
 you’re the first to truly satisfy me in forever.” Her face flushed again, but this time she didn’t look away from him.

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Xas didn't dare interrupt the spectacle of Isis waking up, watching as she collected the memories of the night before, and the way her eyes lit up when she met his gaze. He almost joined her in the bed again, as his loins begged for another round of passionate entanglement. Isis's question was met with a sly smirk,"Shouldn't I be the one to be asking you that? After all, you made a lot more noise than I did."

When she came to him, he met her embrace by wrapping her in his own strong arms, and pressing his lips to hers. His fingers combed though her hair, and he was reluctant to let go when she pulled back to speak again. He frowned slightly, and tried not to make a comment about satisfaction, instead, slowly letting her go, so not to act upon any base desires,"I thought we agreed to watch each other's backs. Besides, right now, you're my only lead, so I can't leave you alone...not that I'd leave you if it went against my work." He gave her a warm kiss on the forehead before fully pulling away to get dressed.

"I'll admit, you tired me out, but I'm actually a spell castor, so I probably have a little more energy than your average joe...that said," he turned to face her again as he pulled a pair of dark blue boxers on,"How do you feel? I was worried you'd hold back too much and would leave yourself still hungry."

He pulled jeans on over the boxers and shoved his dirty clothes into what looked like a small bag. The bag itself was definitely too small to hold anything more than a single t-shirt, and despite being filled with much more than possible, it seemed to be empty. From the same bag, he pulled a clean set of clothing, like the boxers and jeans he wore now.

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A few minutes later, she snuggled back up against him, not wanting to be parted from his warm embrace. As she remained curled up against him, Isis found her thoughts wandering once again to the previous night. She soon realized that she had made a lot of noise, something else that never happened in the past. Well, not that kind of loud noise. Luckily he didn’t seem to mind nor did their neighbors if they even had any. The noise wasn’t due to pain though, but thanks to the pleasure she was feeling. Tracing lines on his chest, she thought about pulling him back over to the bed, but knew they needed to get away from the hotel before they were found. Her eyes softened immensely when he kissed her on the forehead and she hugged her arms against her chest when he stepped away in order to start getting dressed.

Oh right, clothes. She glanced around the room, looking for the dress she had been wearing the night before. Of course it was not in sight and she tried to remember if it had been shredded in the heat of passion. Sliding a few fingers through her red hair in order to straighten it up, Isis returned her attention towards Xas, watching him get dressed. The urge to rip off his clothing and have a round two was pretty intense, but a soft ding reminded her once again that there was a slight urgency to deal with first. Walking over to her phone, she picked it up and checked her messages. The bell sound was thanks to a new e-mail from her employers. Opening it up, she read it silently and swore beneath her breath. Setting it back down on the dresser, she stretched a little bit and resumed looking for her dress, stopping to answer his questions.

“Xas, you’re right, sticking together is probably the best for the both of us. My employers still don’t know you’re not dead, but they want an update. I’ll shoot them an e-mail just before we leave here, but I’m not sure what to say. I can at least buy us some time to maybe figure out who hired them and once we figure it out, we can take them out. But uhh
 more importantly, have you seen my undergarments and dress? I don’t have anything else to wear and I’m not walking out of here naked. Oh and uhh
 I feel fine.”

She smiled faintly, not wanting him to know that she did hold back quite a bit, because she didn’t want to drain him. Finally spotting her undergarments, she was glad to see that they were in one piece. However, her dress, which she found shortly afterwards was shredded in several pieces. Picking it up and shaking her head, she tossed it onto the floor and pulled on her lacey red panties and matching bra and wondered what she was supposed to wear out of the hotel. Xas kept pulling things out of his small bag and she wondered if it was magical. Maybe he would have something in there for her to wear.

“Um, so, you have anything in there for me to wear?”

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"You should tell them I'm dead, to buy us a little more time, unless they can tell or something. I guess whatever can buy us time. You know, more time for you to walk around looking for your clothes. Or, you know, not wearing clothes."

Xas took a moment to watch Isis get dressed, enjoying the sight for now, since it might be a while before he would get to view such a spectacle again. He hadn't missed the same hungry look in his lover's eyes, of course, but he supposed that they didn't have time for that now. He was shaken from those thoughts by a shredded dress, which struck him as comical,"Uh...whoops. Yeah lemme see what I've got that'll fit you."

The cop rummaged in his bag a little bit and pulled out a few things, managing to find a few things that would fit the much smaller frame of the siren. This included a pair of what seemed to be spandex shorts, a large t-shirt, and a belt to tie it all together,"Okay, my idea here is to turn the shirt into a dress and wear the shorts to keep it modest, oh and, uh, a belt to make it look like you're not just wearing an oversized t-shirt."

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Of course! Why didn’t she think of that? If she told them that she killed him, they wouldn’t come looking for her to punish her for not doing what she was supposed to do. But, there was a slight hitch with telling them that he was dead. They would want proof and it wasn’t like she could stage the killing. Or could she? Busy musing on the possibility of making a convincing scene, Isis didn’t notice Xas pulling out something for her to wear. It wasn’t until he actually pulled out a t-shirt, shorts, and a belt that she focused back in on him.

“Well, it’s better than walking around in just my undergarments.”

Pulling on the shorts before slipping the t-shirt on over her head, Isis pondered for a moment at the fact that she was officially wearing a guy’s t-shirt just girlfriends throughout the ages did when they were officially dating, she couldn’t help but blush a little. Shaking her head, realizing there were more important details needing to take care of, she pulled on the belt, making the shirt into a rather nice looking dress.

“Xas, here’s the thing. Even if I tell then I’ve killed you, they will want proof. So, we’re going to have to go somewhere else that won’t mind me trashing the place and covering it in blood in order for me to kill you and send pictures to them. Then, we’ll have time to actually get to a new place and figure out our next move. Sound good?”

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Xas was glad that the little outfit looked much better on Isis than he had imagined, especially since he had kinda threw the whole thing on a whim. He did note that she was wearing his clothes, one of his favorite shirts, in fact, and it made his thoughts shoot off in a decidedly unproductive direction. No no no, they had to get moving right away.

Isis informed him that proof of his death was needed, not surprising, but annoying, to say the least,"Never faked my own death before." He brushed his fingers though his hair and glanced around the room hoping that a plan would just pop out of the walls or something. "Pretty much anywhere we go will mind a little bit...and my feathers are already all over the place here...How much blood are we talking?"

He locked his sea green eyes on Isis's, showing that there was no uncertainty there: only determination. He planned on getting her free of her binds, and maybe even taking her all the way back to his home. She needed him, clearly, and the very last thing he planned on doing was failing her.

"I can loose a bit without loosing my ability to keep moving, so..."

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Heading over towards the mirror, she fixed her hair as much as she could only using her fingers. It wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t have much of a choice. Originally, she was going to lure Xas to his room, kill him, and go back to her place before the night was over. That didn’t exactly go as plan, but she didn’t care. Glancing over at him, she adjusted the belt a little and leaned against the table that was in front of the mirror. She was surprised that he was so willing to fake his own death, trusting that she wouldn’t just kill him. This was the first time in a long time that she had been in this situation and the redhead wasn’t sure what to do.

“Well
 I guess this place will work. Not like we’re coming back anyways.”

Pausing in order to think about the logistics of what they needed to do, Isis quickly realized she had never had someone fake their own death. No, in her line of work, there was no faking – except for her faking that she cared for someone. This time though, her feelings were completely honest. She really did care for Xas and would help him fake his death so that she didn’t have to kill him for real and so that no one would take him from her. She admired his determination and walked over towards him, keeping her eyes locked on his. Somehow she managed to keep from smashing her shin on the leg of the bed and wrapped her arms around him, sighing softly.

“I don’t really know, Xas. I’ve never done this type of thing before. Enough to make it look like you put up a fight, but lost in the end. The feathers all over definitely will help sell the scene. Then we can leave and put this all behind us, forever.” Isis gently kissed him, knowing full well that she would never be able to escape the beings that made up the organization that used and abused her. But, if she could keep him from being unnecessarily slaughtered, then it would be worth it.

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Xas wrapped his own arms around Isis and marveled at how perfectly she fit there, as if she was purposely portioned to compliment him in every way. He kissed her on top of the head,"Well I have idea. Requires getting breakfast, though." Reluctantly he pulled away from her to order room service. He ordered pancakes with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, and mentioned that he'd just prefer to have the bottle to pour his own syrup, along with a large omelet along with a bottle of ketchup and hot sauce. As soon as he set down the phone, he started pulling out a few more things. This included a tube of clear hair gel, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and what looked to be possibly motor lubricant.

"Hope you don't mind that I ordered for you. I needed certain things for my plan."

He quickly undressed and wrapped a towel around his waist, and motioned for Isis to stay out of view when he answered the door. This plan became slightly more clear when the server didn't want to enter the room leaving Xas with the food and toppings. Then he got to work, grabbing the bucket normally used for getting ice, and dumping a bunch of hair gel and lubricant into it,"I figured that there was no way that we would be able to get enough blood without killing me, but you just gotta send a picture, right?" He then added the entire bottle of hot sauce and some of the ketchup, along with a tiny bit of chocolate sauce. He added the rubbing alcohol last, making sure the stir the now bloodlike concoction.

"What do you think?"

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Unable to help it, Isis snuggled against Xas as he wrapped his arms around her. Until this time, she hadn’t even thought about food, but as soon as he mentioned breakfast, her stomach growled loudly. Snorting softly, she stretched as he pulled away from her and she watched him ordering room service. What he ordered was rather odd and she was a little disappointed that he didn’t get any hashbrowns. Keeping that to herself, she quickly realized just why he ordered what he did as he began to pull things out of his back. Of course! Why didn’t she think of that? This way he wouldn’t have to actually get gutted like a pig just to fake his own death because it would more than likely wind up as a real death due to how much blood he’d be losing.

Just about to respond that she didn’t mind that he ordered for her, her words were trapped in her throat as he undressed. Admiring every inch of his naked body, she frowned when he covered up his lower half with a towel. Why did he have to go and ruin a good thing? Scooting to the part of the room that would cause her to be hidden by a wall, Isis flopped down on the bed, leaning against the wall. Once the door open and closed, indicating that the room server had arrived and parted, Reign crawled to the edge of the bed, getting comfortable. Well, for a moment or two, until her stomach growled again, which prompted her to get back up again and grab a couple of the pancakes, eating them plain.

“Yep, just a picture. Maybe an ear too; kidding!”

Grinning, she nibbled on some of the omelet all the while watching him mix up his concoction. It was incredibly bloodlike and she began to worry less and less about the situation. Maybe they could live happily ever after for real. Eating more of the omelet, she leaned forward to look in the bucket, nodding her approval. Yeah, this was good
 very good. Finishing off the bite in her mouth, she stretched a little with a light yawn.

“That looks really good, Xas. This was a brilliant idea. You’ll need to lie on the bed because that’s where I’d kill you at. My plan was to seduce you, bring you back to your room, make love with you, slaughter you, and then leave in the morning.”

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Xas had a knife halfway to his ear before Isis quickly added that she was kidding. His face had been so serious that she might have thought he was really about to cut his own ear off, if not for the grin he cracked right after. The next order of business was to shred up some clothes, but his normal gear would be too tough for that. Maybe some boxers, since she usually seduced and slaughtered. Then again, maybe the sheets themselves would work, especially with a generous application of sticky bloodstuffs.

"Yeah, I learned how to mix up this stuff for the eidolon festival. Its a holiday back home, old tradition where everyone dresses up and builds haunted houses, and basically throws a party for the undead. Real undead get free food and stuff too. Er...anyways...thought it'd save us both some trouble."

He dropped the towel and opened his wings again, the feathery appendages bursting forth from his back in sudden appearance, as he had put them away to answer the door,"Alright, you're have to help me to get this looking how it should..." He turned to face her again, his expression suddenly quite serious,"So...you usually sleep with your targets? Or...do you kill them before, well, you know...?" Why did he ask? He didn't want to know, and he shouldn't have asked. But...it was nagging at him, and it showed in his eyes even if he managed to otherwise stay stoic.

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“No, don’t cut your –“ She didn’t get her sentence finished due to the grin he flashed shortly after pretending to cut off his ear. Rolling her eyes, she reached out to whap him gently on the arm. He was definitely a goofball despite his attempts to make her think otherwise. Something told the lithe female that he was going to keep her on her toes, which was quite alright with her. Grinning at the thought of being on her toes while other things were going on, Isis fought to keep from blushing. Now wasn’t the time for her mind to wander unfortunately. Busying herself with more pancakes, she wondered what he would look like with the whipped cream all over his body instead of blood. Once again forcing her thoughts to move away from such dangerous thoughts, Reign knew without a doubt that she would love to go to the Eidolon Festival with him. It sounded absolutely divine.

“We should totally go to that Festival, Xas because it sounds – .” Once again her words were cut off, this time thanks to him dropping his towel. Staring not at his wings, but at his lower body, Isis couldn’t help but growl softly, her eyes drinking every inch of him in lustfully. She wanted to do things to his body, things that would take days to recover from. Shaking her head clear of all naughty thoughts, she frowned a little at his questions, not really wanting to think of what she used to do.

Walking over towards him, she pushed him down onto the bed, on his back. She straddled him, curling up against his chest. They didn’t have a lot of time, but she didn’t want to be smearing the fake blood on him while answering the questions he had asked. That would be far too weird and she wasn’t into weirdness. Not this kind of weirdness, that is. Lying still for a couple more minutes, Isis finally sat up, staring into his eyes. This was probably as real as she had been in a very long time and she wasn’t quite sure what she would do if he decided to abandon her.

“Alright
 generally when it comes down to business, I seduce the target
 usually in a bar setting. After they’re nice and hooked on my sexiness or whatever, they invite me back to their hotel room or sometimes even their house, but that gets dicey, so I usually pull them into a reserved room. Anywho, I start making out with them, but before we actually have sex, I kill them. I don’t sleep with just anyone, Xas. Sex with a person is very intimate and I am picky on who I let inside of my heart. I hope that doesn’t change your view of me
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Sighing, she leaned back and grabbed the concoction, beginning to decorate his body as if she had tortured and then killed him. It was a true work of art, but it was something she was willing to give up in order to lead a slightly more normal life. She worked not just on his body, but on the bed as well. It was easy to know exactly where to smear the blood, knowing just how to make it look real. Once finished, she climbed off his body, nodding at her artwork.

“Alright, just act dead and junk.”

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Xas was almost thrown by the look that Isis gave him, her hungry eyes wandering down his body. In fact, it was really distracting, and he found himself considering putting off their ruse for a day or so, to do things to her that were a little too adult rated to be described in this post. In fact, it called to memory the night before, and sent a shiver down his spine to remember the sound of her voice and the feel of her body wrapped around his.

In fact he was so distracted, that when she pushed him down, he was caught off guard. He fell with a "Uwah-uff!" A few feathers scattered and danced on the air around them as she straddled him, his hands instinctively moving to her hips. However, he had to note that Isis seemed troubled. He moved one hand up, so that he could comb his fingers though her hair. He listened quietly as she answered his questions, and made sure that his fears were little more than silly worries better fitted to a jealous teenager than a grown man.

"It does...but for the better. It wasn't very fair of me to even ask."

He was going to just pull her down, and show her just how much he cared about her, when she decided to start smearing him with the sticky mixture. Cockblocked by faking his own death. Dammit. While Isis set up the scene, he wiggled and snickered a little, since it tickled a little. once she was done, he sprawled out dramatically,"Hurrk blehhhhh~."

He finally did settle into a perfect pose, as if he really had died. Honestly it was a little unsettling, to be laying there as if she had really killed him. The fallen angel, slain by trust and lust...

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Isis found herself staring down at him as he sprawled out and found that specific pose that would make anyone that looked at the picture believe that he was dead. It was incredibly eerie and as she watched him, she couldn’t help but think of his words. He seemed to admire that she didn’t just have sex with anyone, but it still bothered her that she did everything that she did in order to survive. Shaking her head a little, Reign tried to focus, but found it rather difficult to do so. The problem this time? The sight of the man she was falling in love with lying in front of her all covered in blood and what appears to be gashes all over his body. Sure, her brain knew it was fake, but still, she knew it might have happened had he not captured her heart.

“
Xas
 Nevermind, just hold still. I’m about to take the pictures.”

Pulling out her cell phone, she snapped a few pictures and nodded at how real they looked. Choosing the best few, she sent them to her employers and set her phone onto the table. Stripping out of the shirt and shorts he leant her, Isis placed them on a nearby chair and returned to the bed. Climbing back onto him, she snuggled against his gooey body and kissed him softly. Before she even realized what was happening, her emerald eyes filled with tears, the liquid quickly cascading down her cheeks and onto his chest. She almost mucked everything her life up, just like always.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else, but you
 So, if you’re not into making this work, or don’t really want to be with me, then say so now, before I get completely attached.”

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"Great goddess, I forgot how much this stuff stinks..." Xas managed to stay still for the pictures, looking very much like a corpse, at least until his nose started to itch. He didn't move until he was sure Isis was finished, however, apparently coming back to life in time to see her stripping down again. He thought to question it, but other thoughts got in the way, which were fairly evident without anything covering him but a sticky mess. He met her kiss, keeping himself from simply tackling her over again, though his hands wandered over her smooth curves, committing them to memory.

When tears clouded those bright emeralds that the lawman had come to admire, he stopped, listening to her words with quiet concern,"You know. I'm breaking so many rules right now. I had a perfect record of always checking in, of always completing my mission, and never breaking any rule ever. But here I am, with you, faking my own death so that I can try to steal you away from this life."

He pulled Isis into a deep and honest kiss, rolling so that he had her pinned down,"I want to take you home with me, so that we can go to festivals, and maybe even settle down. I'll retire, just be a beat cop or something...And we'll find a nice house, get married, and have like...a hundred kids. Give or take a few."