She had thought herself alone during her midnight games, figured that other beings preferred the safety of their dens to the monsters that lurked within the shadow of the moon. She was mistaken. The muted sound of pad on stone draws the hellion’s wicked gaze, eyes of pink lemonade piercing the multihued goddess as she made her way near. Sinister delight rumbles to a natural close as the devilish purring of her guest rises in tempo. She almost wanted to dance to the beat and so she does, her ruby encrusted chassis swaying beneath the luminance of the lunar sphere. “Yessss.” The single word comes as a hiss, the sound serpentine yet oddly heady…as if laced with the venom of passion.

The minx found no need to elaborate nor did she quake before the towering goddess. Her demons howled in delight as their wickedness had recognized their kin and as such the ivory demoness swayed unperturbed. A single flick of a single ear the only indication that she had even heard the unfamiliar lyrics as they dripped from the other’s lips. The gentle brush of warm breath upon her face as finally stills a mere length away.

Slowly, enticingly, she allows one lid to part as she regards her guest. Who was she? “I was borne within the embrace of hell’s fire. They call me Mazikeen, the keeper of demons.” The words are whispered lovingly as she moves, her body undulating to a tune only she could hear. Each step is precise yet as fluid as a body dancer as she closes the gap until she is directly before the goddess, her head angled up to peer into the opal depths of the dark mistress. “I do hunt wolf, it is the ultimate game.” A malicious smile snakes across her face at that moment, full of ethereal grace and sinister promises. “What about you? Do you care for the wine of your own kind?”