There she stood draped in the horror that had befallen Kalyssien, it was only until the passing of a few words from the lips of the resurrected King did her neck slightly turn in order to address him- those cold black void-kissed eyes looking upon him in a manner only the ancients could envy. In a motion that could only be determined as rapid motion, serpents waiting to strike in the very fluid graceful motion. Any guards were of no concern, vintage-stained lips curving into that nefarious grin as black eyes penetrated through the core of their being only to infuse the very essence of evil and darkness, an essence that cold freeze winter itself- ethereal gnarled caresses so sharp manipulating the metamorphic structure of the very air they breathed?Atra could infect them all with the plagues just as easily as scourge their souls from the husks they all crouched within.
Leaning slightly forth, perceptions focused on Suun?aise, should any try to contain her or lay even a finger upon her, hell would break lose and damnation would sink its talons deep into the flesh like a vampiric picnic leaving nothing but digested carcasses in her wake. Despite her blood-stained form glistening like rubies, crimson droplets beading over porcelain flesh forming an array of delicate gems lining her features causing an even more effervescent appearance before the court of Pendragon- with her attentions removed from Radu she would not have seen him leave and remerge after seeking his full from the crimson fountain of throats and wrists, such a cold saviour as they marvelled on his beauty whilst theirs faded?Even should any of the guards even ponder upon restraining either her or those whom had arrived with her, they would perish by her very jaws, though death for them would not come so swiftly as Kalyssien?s, theirs would suffer untold years, they would beg for death only to find themselves in the vaults of trepidation and dread- their tears would long fuel the engines before they would be no longer.
In not even a blink, her movement with an unsubstantial velocity- one minute she would be there upon the stairs, poised in grandeur and satisfaction and then right before Uther, allowing her the leisure to inhale his virtues and nature; stepping around him in a predatory manner from his left side, to back?sauntered voodoo sway over to the right before appearing in frontal view. Proudly her words would assail in a sonorous choir of contented words, for it was a glory to be had on her behalf, no shame or regret came with such words, aberrant and errant in her nature, yet just as beautiful as nature herself?revengeful in one reprise and nurturing and loving in another, towards very few. ?Your kings death was both revenge and play, hell fell to temptation just as easily as a lamb falls to the maws of a wolf?what is nature cannot be scorned save for the instance where my hands could snuff every living thing within these walls?but then perhaps that would make me a tyrant and place my nature as predictable.
I would rather relish in the fact whilst you slumber, when or if I shall strike again?upon whom I shall sate my craving for death, who shall be the chosen one to fuel my passions. I have so many left unexplored. But be rest assured if I had notions of war in which to declare upon your entire clan now sulking at your heels, they would have already been butchered?but why order from the main menu when I can chose the entrees at my leisure. Perhaps these walls have led your people into such a sense of false security that they have forgotten what it is to fear. That memory, the deeply seated essence is now awoken?lets just say, I saved you from yourselves only so that I may kill you later. This was just foreplay to war; my desires have yet to be revealed as with my nature. Your kings is dead?and look how your family mourns, they cower behind you like frightened children?it shows you how dispensable, even you are.?
Artfully her presence would no longer be lingering upon his enigma, like a flame unto deathbed- she would appear back at the side of Suun?aise, Radu in stealth returning to her side, even which was intoxicating enough in which to cherish- she heard the newfound blood pumping through his veins in heated rush?as words continued, though somewhat less bold and more beguiled in spectral resonance, like a funeral dirge as lovers wept at the crypt of Endymion. Radu presence and that of Suun?aise intoxicated her more, though his predatory prowess caused that spinal rake of anticipation to crawl over her flesh.
"As for thy name, well what can be said other than darkness herself, the primordial Madonna who causes even the Gods and the terrible ones slithering through the abyss to be silent, holding onto every action and every softly spoken word. I am fear, I am the phantoms which crawl and claim the souls of those slumbering, of infants, children, youths and adults. I am your worst nightmare?but should you wish for the materialism to place label to face, then?you shall know me as Atra?Lamia, though I doubt when your time comes you will be granted the fortitude to whisper it on your last dying breath. Does this answer your questions?sweetly??
Another chuckle escaped, it was a cold-hearted sound of one whom felt no pain or sorrow for it was the very essence she exhumed within the chilly atmosphere like apparitions reaching from the grave. The feral madness transfixed in her gaze? ?Don?t worry my dear?anyone can close their eyes and slumber when one sings a lullaby. Remember your betrayals well?for they shall be the only thing that keeps you warm at night with a dagger beneath your pillow or the servant to tame your poisons. And every moment it will be my face staring from the mirror within the fog and darkness smiling, for every fear expressed or hidden?you are my perfume in which I breathe. May this night be a lesson well learned, that enemies can come wearing many masks and many faces?some far more attractive than your mind could ever conjure. I hope you are not so feeble, though?going by past references, it is a battle you have already lost.?
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