leave the scene smelling of dead roses... // IP: 188.8.131.52 Posted on April 10, 2012 at 00:40:49 AM by Belle Morte & Micah
x.Her eyes hold the bittersweet apocalypse.x
Belle Morte is swallowed, no showered in a hellish inferno as though the devil himself showered her in diamonds. The she-devil could feel its heat upon her now gleaming flesh that does not burn, but tingle as though her hairs were going to stand on end. It was quite luxurious and empowering in a way as the flames lick and dance in a hypnotizing sway upon her obsidian fur. A wicked smile appears on her maw, not growing nervous of fearful of what is to come, but welcomes it.. See Belle did not fear death, she embraces it, accompanied by a maniacal laugh that fills every crevice around her, when suddenly pain grips her violently as something is singed in her flesh like a brand. The smell of burnt flesh fills the air, the smirk only widens, a flash of teeth.. She did not flinch, she hardly moved at all.
Belle Morte could feel the magic of it and had wondered what she had been cursed with. Her ears flatten viciously against her skull, snapping her teeth with a loud, sharp clatter. What the kind of black magic was this? She had known it was more than a simple brand and for that she grows angry.
“oh claudia, don’t you know that I like pain.. I fear not for this.. ” But it took restraint to offer the demigoddess only words and not revenge for simply branding her. Yet she didn’t she had to figure out how it worked before she simply strike like an insolent child, Belle was certainly not stupid. Perhaps one day she would return the favour, but not today, but the thought would always be buried in the back of her thoughts.
“Perhaps I shall..” she said welcoming, finding it amusing that she had ordered her to do something she had already intended, without bringing her back a little minion... Perhaps Claudia would grow to be quite the hell bringer.. But it was true Claudia had needed followers in order to unleash this Pandora ’s Box and create a force that this world would quiver and shake like rattling leaves upon a brittle and dying tree. “Ah, I do not fear the day when angels and serpents dance.. For angels have the farthest to fall..” She adds the final word cryptically before venturing off down the hazardous mountain toward her task, driven by both personal desires and the sway of divine retribution. “Until we meet again..” Her voice echoed upon the towering peaks and hollow breeze, a sinister smile plastered upon her maw as she walked with new purpose. It was an excitement that thrummed within her veins, for the havoc that would reign down upon these lands like apocalyptic flame upon the heavens and their worshipers. She could not wait for that day and she is sure she is not alone with these corrosive dreams of a global hell. At that comforting thought she laughs, a thick molten sound as Micah moves along, his mind racing with excitement.