'cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it [Nessa/Asterion] ~ Complete

[Scherezade deWinter]

Oh, he was squeezing her throat now. Nessarose permitted it, the smile never once wavering from her face. It was so cute when pets tried to show some form of power. Sadly though, he had not learned; she who controlled the air had little to no fear of being strangled, especially not by one using the Force.

"One more thing, sweetie," she said, and her voice was sweeter than saccharine.

His back turned to her, her fingers set to work again, using the Force. She was not called a Sorceress for nothing, and her abilty to control even the smallest aspects of what she set to work could never be denied.

The rough skin on the back of the man's head ripped apart as a rather crude cut formed there, a vertical line, decorating the natural movement of his spine. It was no deep cut though; just enough to penetrate the dermis layers of the skin, possibly enough to leave a scar without quick medicine. And enough to draw blood.

Three large drops formed, rising into the air, swirling around each other before snapping into one and making their way to her. Nessarose held her hand out, the blood hovering just above her palm. So tiny. So seeminly innocent.

"I title thee mine," she chuckled, and the blood began to spin faster. Whether or not he could see it, it was of no matter. From her pocket she removed a tiny vial, just enough to fit the blood she had taken.

And now was the time to leave.

[member="Asterion"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

It felt like a vibro-blade nipped the back of his head, still matted with blood and gravel from the floor.

He flinched, bringing his hand up and spinning his head to see the Sorceress, standing and grinning at her final mockery of him.She enjoyed the way she toyed with him. It probably did something sexually to her. What sort of woman was she? Heck, maybe he could actually learn to respect her control and use of dark power.

Asterion scoffed at her, putting pressure on the cut that seeped blood, but was nothing to worry about. Turning back towards the Tombs ahead of him, Asterion made his way back up to the spot he had sat on before she arrived and nearly destroyed him.

Watching her leave towards her ship, Asterion was determined not to forget her face. He may not be the warrior he wanted to be now, but one day, soon, he would be.

Sucking the blood from his fingers, he sat and looked out over the Valley of the Dark Lords, reflecting on the confrontation that had just occurred and how weak he had actually been. He had displayed no control, no passion and no power. Just a wild, wreckless attitude.

But he was the Minotaur, the beast spurned by those he loved and turned into this wild, wreckless monster.

He wouldn't forget her face, not for a long time.

She would fear his wrath.

TO BE CONTINUED...​