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"And what do we have here, Emily," Lesath's velveteen voice called out while the man pulled a pair of black leather gloves over his hand and a black cat wrapped around his legs. The feline stared at the woman and made a low growl in her chest. Sirrah was not keen on Lesath being around other females, even if she was just an ordinary house cat.
"Who the hell are you?" she spat, striding towards him after slipping the amulet around her neck and getting to her feet. She clutched her full skirt, if only to keep her hands still. If this man and his...cat? If they hadn't shown up, Morromor was going to give Emily her next target. It rocked her stomach to know how mad Morromor was going to be on his next summoning.
"Oh Emily," Lesath said, repeating her name again while reaching for the amulet and allowing his eyes to linger on portions of her body, intentionally. He took the trinket into his fingers and spoke,"I am a very powerful man that can make many of your dreams realities. Lesath Australis, Secundus in the Canum Venaticorum," the man announced with his full title.
His fingers traced along the amulet and finally, through the fringe of his bangs, the Promethean looked up at her with his crimson eyes.
"I answered your question and now I want you to answer mine," Lesath stated with a command of authority.
"That? That was Morromor, alright? The demonic prescence that inhabits this amulet. And you sure as hell just pissed him off. You know i'm going to suffer for that..." she admitted, her gaze sweeping over Lesath before dropping to the floor between their feet.
He guided the amulet back towards the woman's chest and his fingers traced along her stream. Touch was a beautiful thing for a Promethean and they were an intimate people. But Lesath was not a normal Promethean and he used it as another tool; another mislead.
"I was going to ask what brings a beautiful woman such as yourself here, actually," Lesath commented while drawing more near to Emily. "It is dangerous from a woman to be all alone and without escort," he added, still growing more close but only by fractions at this point. The hand that had toyed with the woman's upper chest now rose. A single, crooked, index finger was placed beneath her chin as if to guide her to meet his intense and entrancing gaze.
The moment the charmer's finger came into contact with her chin and she caught a very brief glance at his crimson eyes, her own hand rose and grabbed his wrist, roughly jerking it in one direction and pulling her head away in the opposite. Emily took a step backwards, grazing her back slightly as she forced herself into the wall behind her, her head still turned away. "Don't," she hissed, her fingers digging into the wall. How was this man so endearing yet so terrifying at the same time?! Surely he had no right to have both opposing qualities in such large amounts.
"Don't … what," Lesath said and then laughed a low and smoldering laugh. He leaned forward and took in the woman's scent which was refreshing from the smell of death and decay around them. Lesath came to Emily's ear and whispered to her.
"I merely wanted to know what you were doing. Are you afraid of me, Emily?"
"If you are afraid … tell me to go away. Ask it of me and I shall give it to you. That is what I do for beautiful women such as you and if I may say," Lesath said coming to meet her gaze and hovering his face away from hers by a few precious inches," You are a fascinating example of the beauty that can only be found in women."
Those deep crimson eyes dropped down to Emily's lips and there was a moment in which it seemed that Lesath was going to place his own upon hers in an intimate embrace of their mouths. However, the Promethean only smiled that seductively charming smile and rose his eyes to meet hers once more.
"And spirit as well. I will behave myself from this point on," Lesath said while straightening his posture as well as his tie. The man cleared his throat and then turned toward Emily, facing her. Lesath's cat, Sirrah, had hissed when the woman stepped on her human's toes and she peered at the female human with disgust.
"Forgive me for my trespasses but I cannot help myself when I am in attractive company. Now, back to the topic at hand before I lost control. You may call me Lesath and I am more than pleased to meet such a talented woman with special gifts," the Promethean said while giving her a small bow.
His eyes never left hers.
"Talented? Please. I'm merely a necromancer working for Morromor. It's my duty. I lack the talent, I am simply the wheels that keep his wants fulfilled," she described to Lesath, her eyes glancing down at the cat before returning to Lesath's. She was suprised, wether that be pleasantly or otherwise, that his crimson gaze hadn't moved.
"And do not ask for forgiveness. There is nothing to forgive, Emily. I will still say that you are talented if I please. There is no Promethean man or woman that I have seen which hold such skills as you do," Lesath admitted though there was no hint or even remote possibility that he was envious. His kind had much more … practical abilities through genetic mutation.
There it was; her confidence. It had faded in the momentary lack of awareness that led to her shock and the unforunate loss of control that had happened previously, but on return of her being able to make her movements at her own command, her confidence simmered back to life. Emily used both hands to pull her mass of curls behind her and let them go, feeling her dark tresses cascade neatly down her back.
"That answer will have to wait for another time. I do hope that you think of me from time to time," Lesath said from across the room. He allowed his gaze to trail over Emily once again before that smirk came back to touch upon his face.
"I have things that I must attend to but if you ever have need or crave my company," he said while gathering his cat into one hand and fetching out a business card with the newly freed hand. Lesath flicked it through the air and it landed on the altar Emily had been using not moments ago.
"You have my contact information and now know how to reach me," Lesath stated knowing that she would call upon him. They always did for he was a plague on their mind; a virus. It was always subtle at first but the curiosity, in the end, always won out. She would be thinking of him and Lesath knew this for fact.
"Do take care of yourself, lady Emily," he said with finality in his voice and then left the altar room without another word.
"Clean that altar..." he said to the acolytes. "Prep the sacrifice."
A moment later they returned dragging a man bound by his wrists and ankles. Shrouding his face was a black bag that was tightened around his neck. Panicked muffled grunts rumbled from beneath the hood as the acolytes tossed pinned him on top of the altar.
Chains, laced with razor-sharp barbs, were shackled to his hands and feet and attached to the four pedestals surrounding the altar. An acolyte tore the bag off of his head, revealing eyes wide with terror and pain as he groaned from the blades slicing into his flesh.
Baelin lifted a gloved finger to his lips, and the man silenced.
"Peace, friend." he whispered. "You shall receive peace. When the last drop of your life blood leaves you, you shall know the comforting embrace of Darkness."
"I establish this altar in your name, oh mighty Unweaver. May the blood of the unbelievers sate your thirst and grant you power."
From the swirling pool of darkness emerged a tall ebony obelisk. Etched into its surface were intricate yet sinister runes of death, decay, and hunger that appeared to have been carved with claws. An aura of terrible malice and despair resonated from the object.
Following the obelisk came a skittering serpent that slithered up the stony surface. Four toned reptilian arms gripped the edges of the pillar with razor-sharp demonic claws. Two leathery wings spread out from its body. Crimson runes glowed across the membranes of the wings as a long tail curled around the base of the obilisk. At its tip was a wicked stinger that dripped a thick black liquid.
A vicious snarl was imprinted on its maw as it solidified and turned to stone.
His hand emerged with a long jagged stone kris that glistened in the candlelight. In the glow of the runes it resonated with a sinister hue. Below him, the man whimpered as tears blurred his eyes.
"Accept this sacrifice from your most humble servant... Velheit ssavoit dovalru ma'aus dima!"
Baelin thrust the knife deep into the man's chest cavity. Blood spewed from the wound as he jabbed his hand into the torso. The man screamed from behind the gag before falling abruptly silent. Bones cracked and arteries gushed.
His hand broke free, gripping a lump of dark red flesh that dripped with the crimson liquid.
Slowly, Baelin set the heart inside the maw of the stone serpent. A dull red glow resonated from its gullet. The organ shriveled, blackened, and turned to dust as it's energy was absorbed.
"With this sacrifice we invite the presence of the One God, the True God, into this place. He have torn down the pagan symbols that corrupted this sanctuary. Now we may bask in the Darkness in peace, away from the ways of the world."
"But sir." replied one of the acolytes. "We just killed this man! Wont the authorities come looking for him?"
"Fear not, brother." replied Baelin." For their persecution will only increase our power. We dwell in darkness, the origin of all things. None shall defeat us!"
"What are the words of the One God, honorable Living Shadow?"
"We must find other unbelievers to sacrifice to His Holiness, and swell our numbers. Pagans may come and seek to drive us out, but we must protect this altar with our lives!"
"Cease!" Baelin thundered, lifting his hand. There was a powerful dark aura that surrounded him. Immediately, the acolyte stopped in his tracks. The robed figure vanished in a cloud of smoke, before materializing in front of Doc.
He glared at him from beneath the impregnable darkness created by his hood. Two ghostly gray eyes drilled into the man's soul.
"We mean you no harm..." he said in a soothing calm voice to the man. "We are merely weary monks seeking refuge to worship our deity as we please."