Lamia grinned with succulent pride as Paduan lifted himself first from sleep and then his lovely dream, and watched with pleasant fervor as he attempted to heal himself of the discomforts that came from the scene. At her long and beautiful legs, flames lapped up like the happy tongues of a pack of loving pet dogs. Occasionally, when they were particularly excited, those fireballs which constantly danced around her would become a much more eager bunch. They quickly subsided, however, as she willed them to calm themselves so she could hold an effective conversation with the deity that now stood before her.
His voice filled her keen ears and flowed through her malicious mind, both warm and dominant as the words undulated with her consciousness. It was, in short, a song meant just for her – and she would answer it.
The devil’s smile – but, she would not hesitate to say, far more enticing and beautiful than a serpent could ever claim his to be – drifted effortlessly across her velvet lips, and the flames of her spirit and her surroundings flickered meaningfully in her enrapturing eyes. She answered the God with an easy reply.
I try.
In those two words rang the influence of her father, Miles, on whose tongue they could easily be found. Nevertheless, the way they were spoken was singular to young Lamia – beautiful and sinister and egotistical and smooth. Natural.
I’ve been preparing for some time to come see you, love.
She took two steps toward him, dipped her head slowly and exquisitely, and then lifted her eyes back to his.
Are you ready for me?
Goodness knows she was certainly ready for him. Her bold words were neither disrespectful nor unfounded; after all, she was, as we have already mentioned, a force to be reckoned with. And in any case, she could only hope that the God of Fire had some purpose for her to fill.
She was here to see
him, after all, so it could be assumed that she was looking for something. What was unique, however, was that he might have something to gain as well.
Use her wisely, my friend. She shall prove her worth quickly enough.
“Then with a frightful scream she vanished:
And Lycius' arms were empty of delight,
As were his limbs of life, from that same night.
On the high couch he lay! - his friends came round
Supported him - no pulse, or breath they found,
And, in its marriage robe, the heavy body wound.”
fire level three [fifty-one tokens]; air level two [twenty tokens];
LAMIA
MILES x RAPIER© chevy, 2010 and beyond