ZARIAH
I haven't been falling all this time - I've been flying
Zariah waited patiently for Edrei to arrive with this Devil fellow. While she waited she contented herself with some light reading, drawing on various tomes that might lend some insight into the sort of character she was dealing with. Mostly folklore stories that had made their way over with other Outlanders, and while nothing was conclusive, she did have a decent idea of just what she might be in for. She just hoped he lived up to the hype.
Lucas was brought by Edrei to the safe room beneath the Manor, eyes covered with a thick blindfold as ordered. With a nod from her Queen, the Left Hand would remove it from his face and quickly depart. The Ascended would find himself in a dark, windowless room, the two possible exits blocked by heavy doors. A series of candles along the walls and in ornate candelabras gave the only light by which to see the long table that separated him from the Queen, who at the moment was not facing him.
”The Devil, an incarnate of evil in its purest form personified, whose name and appearance varies across cultures and religions in an infinite number of dimensions. Satan. Lucifer. Beelzebub. Mephistopheles.” she said, her tone low and sultry, each word said with care. The Queen turned then, hazel eyes locking onto this so called ‘Devil’, blood red stained lips pursed slightly, the only hint of an expression on her otherwise blank, doll-like face. As always her wild curls crowned her head, and heeled boots seemingly far too high to allow the grace of her movement. Her standard look of choice for this meeting - tight black pants and a top with a neckline that reached her sternum, disrupted only by a chain clasp near her collarbones that held a soft flowing cape in place. In silence she watched him, analyzing every small twitch and shift, the candlight illuminating her face in an eerie way.
”That is quite the name you’ve given yourself and your little group.”
Lucas was brought by Edrei to the safe room beneath the Manor, eyes covered with a thick blindfold as ordered. With a nod from her Queen, the Left Hand would remove it from his face and quickly depart. The Ascended would find himself in a dark, windowless room, the two possible exits blocked by heavy doors. A series of candles along the walls and in ornate candelabras gave the only light by which to see the long table that separated him from the Queen, who at the moment was not facing him.
”The Devil, an incarnate of evil in its purest form personified, whose name and appearance varies across cultures and religions in an infinite number of dimensions. Satan. Lucifer. Beelzebub. Mephistopheles.” she said, her tone low and sultry, each word said with care. The Queen turned then, hazel eyes locking onto this so called ‘Devil’, blood red stained lips pursed slightly, the only hint of an expression on her otherwise blank, doll-like face. As always her wild curls crowned her head, and heeled boots seemingly far too high to allow the grace of her movement. Her standard look of choice for this meeting - tight black pants and a top with a neckline that reached her sternum, disrupted only by a chain clasp near her collarbones that held a soft flowing cape in place. In silence she watched him, analyzing every small twitch and shift, the candlight illuminating her face in an eerie way.
”That is quite the name you’ve given yourself and your little group.”
