The year is 2010. Life has advanced as normal. There still are constant power struggles between nations; threats to the world's saftey. There's still famine, disease, even the odd civil war. Life is normal... Or so its been portrayed as. Over thousands of years the supernaturals have been just at the crossing point between reality and nightmares. They've always been there in the back of our minds, but now it's their turn to conquer.

The Lycans, the Vampires, the Fey, and the Demons have risen in a power struggle for world domination. They far outnumber humans. They have attacked the larger cities and decimated the human population. Humans are just the fodder for Lycans, Vampires, and some select Demons. To the Lycans and Vampires they are just a vessle to feed from and then command. Most of the humans had been rounded up and sent to concentration-like camps where they stay untill they're chosen. It's either they become a solider or the main course. A few have managed to escape and hide underground, though that has become increasingly difficult due to dwarf mining. The world has become a place of War.

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Undi perched apon a thick tree branch. When her feet touched the worn bark she felt it's sadness leech through her paws. This poor maple tree had a fungus growing inside it, and years before had been partially burned in a forest fire. The tree was damaged and was slowly dying, each year a struggle to survive. A tear fell from Undi's eye, dropping onto the branch below her. She was not strong enough to save this massive tree from it's doom and felt as if she were losing a friend. Many of the the trees around towns and cities were like this. Each one with a different horror story.

She jumped down out of the tree and onto the the prickly dead grass. She hated this place, but she had to come here.The city was a vile place for her and her kind. The smell of metal filled her sensitive nose, and it clouded her thoughts. She had to save the Earth from this war.

Somewhere, far away, in one of the blackest places on the planet, a dark figure stood. It was many miles under the dieing earth's surface, and from a distance, you could not hope to see the dark being in the dim candlelight. The being just kept walking, further and further down this whole it had crawled itself into. But, it came down with confidence...it was not alone.

There we're six other ten other figures alongside the being. It wasn't an army, but it would suffice should anything attack them. After all, they we're travelling far from home. Finally, the being stepped into a better lit area, which revealed itself to be a road, leading to a colossal building. No...not a building, one could say a fortress.

Upon looking at the being now, you would have seen a terribly dark smile on it's face, and red eyes that seemed to watch everything. If you had heard of this creature, by rumors or various histories...you would realise that this was not just any passerby. This was Lester...The King of the Dead. The others emerged into the light as well. Ten figures in dark cloaks. If you we're to look closely, you would not see that they we're not human...or at least we're not anymore. They we're the walking dead, pale bones gleaming behind their cloaks, eyeless holes watching everything their master saw.

Lester extended his arm, without saying a single word. A large black bird flew down from the darkness that matched it's own, and landed on the man's arm. It was a crow, a terribly black crow. It cawed a very loud, and stomache chruning sound that broke the silence. The crow was Lester's symbol, his pet, and partly his friend one could say. Lester was always followed by at least one crow, wherever he went. One could sometimes, if they we're smart and knew of this, see the crows circling overhead. In villages he had conquered recently, the intelligent ran, before the crows came to feast. For when the crows circled overhea,d it was not long before they got their meal, and it was never of HIS troops. Where death goes, the crows follow. it was as simple as that. And Lester was death.


He had travelled here for a single reason. There was one here who welcomed anyone who had a desire for killing humans. She was long recognised as one of the most dangerous parties in this war, a war that The Lord of Death was finally joining. It was time. He had spent many years, breaking into graveyards, killing off small villages, always gaining troops. Now...he was ready. It had grown large, and it was ready to spread. This wasn''t going to be a simple war against one random country. No...Lester knew what he wanted...but even his hands could not grab it. No...he needed allies. Allies who would take it alongside him. This was certainly a convenient place to look.

Lester walked down the road, accompanied by his party. only Eight of them we're actually his own, the other two we're bound and chained. Humans...and they we're a gift. Lester made it to the entrance to the fortress, and crow swerving it's head around with interest, he knocked on the door. Lester said nothing, it was hard to tell he was even breathing, as he awaited someone to answer.

Xan'deer slept beneath the surface of the earth, he shifted slightly and began to stir. Some kind of racket was going on up on the surface which had disturbed him from his slumber, he he opened one vast eye and then another. "What are these mortals up to now?" he muttered slightly and began his ascent to the surface "I have lived for five billion years and still they are fighting and killing each other. Will they never learn!" Finally his head broke through to the surface and he inhaled a deep breath of the tranquil air, but stopped. There was something different, things were not as they had once been. There was war and chaos in the air, he could smell it as clearly as he smelt the earth and nature about him, he uttered but one word "mortals."

Nevvyn sat upon her thron in the realm of darkness, attatched to the human world... but certainly nto a physical part of it.
Her silvery hair gleamed in the weak green light that seemed to gather around the top of the structure ominously. She, of course perfered the dark which she could see in much better then light- but her guests didn't always have that privilage.
At least once every two or three days she had some evil guardian or other join her for some tea and a game of chess. Although she had long surpasses eating as a necessity when she did do it she was still a vegan, as she had been years ago. But she never ate anything from earth. Everything she injested came from other dimensions. Not this disgusted, grim coated filthy sewage dump.
Her hatred for humans was so powerful, so unmatched by any other creature and for that she was one of the reigning supreme powers in the underworld. Although the bureaucrats fought endlessly over who would get how many humans and ect, ect, she always refused any. The very scent of them drove her out of her mind... and that is why she had to move from the realm of earth. But of course, the other reason why she reigned supreme was becuase every single human being had darkness... in some form- be it anger, hatred, jealousy, or even just vile thoughts in them. And that ment she controlled every single human being that walked the earth.
Their repeated, unmoral, uncouthed rape of the earth angered her and sicked her to no end until she went out of her way to destroy humans to watch them suffer as they had made the earth suffer- and enjoyed it. Their shrill screams of anguish matched those wails of the dying and beaten, abused, and senslessly raped earth. It was like music to her ears, the death of every single individual human was like a little revenge for her.
Elves were always cursed to be the most feeling of creatures- and even the dark elves felt more than any other entity. But they felt rage and hatred.... and that feeling was one that inspired power. Something she had become rather good at.
The years had made her bored and here she was on this fine evening sitting with her legs crossed in her melencholy palace, her dark elf brothers and sisters bustling to and fro. And no guest today.... they all seemed to be avoiding her ever since Dracula came by ( he was NOT the leader of the vampires, he was only a lord but all the publicity made him feel important anyway) and brought her a pitcher full of ripe human blood. Well.. after she was done retching and telling him she was a VEGAN for crying out loud.. well.. none were really happy at facing her wrath. It usually ment their whole race would suffer in the war.. then again on the other hand many tried to alley themselves for this very reason. She wasn't stupid- she was bored.
Swinging her curvacious, elegant sleder leg back and forth as she grooped over the large chair's arms she brushed specks of nothing off her shimmery skin. It had a delicate sheen to it, almost metalic and was a grey in tint. Well... her true form anyway. Her human form was bronze skinned. The one thing that generally didn't change were her eyes. They always remained pale gold. VERY pale gold. Pale gold with a shocking black rim around them.
Her keen eyes intantly became sharper as she felt the arrival of another dark lord.... the lord of the dead this time. A seductive grin swept over her beautifully chisled features and she sniffed the air deeply. Soil... and death.. of course. A very alluring scent to her. Not one she lied too much, or would get turned on by. But it held a certain nostalgia none the less. But there was something else. Humans. Two... near death.... bleeding. She could pass out from the stench from here. Wrinking her nose she sighed and got out of the chair calling to her servant.
" oh no.. no don't bother getting that. I'll do it myself..." She grumbled rising and smoothing her black and gold outfit, adjusting her sensual chest as she did so and making sure her hair was silky and unruffled.
As she approached the door, the scent became so strong she had to stop for a moment and upon some consideration she decided to revert to her human form. The scnet was not as bad that way. Shifting into her all black shirt and pants, her long hair turned to black and fell straight down her back, her perfect skin reflecting the light and her slightly pointed ears resting in an almost cute way against her head. The only other thing that changed was her size. In her human form she immediatly shrunk down to 5'5 where as in her natural form she was actully 7'. Tall for a human, but just moderate for a demon female.
Wrinking her nose one last time she thought of the absolutly sexy darkness that seeped deliciously off hid body and heart, her smilke returning as she opened the door and leaned casually against the threshold, arching on eyebrow as her lips curved sexily.
" may i help you?" She grinned.

Lester watched the door open, red eyes taking in the form that approached them. Lester turned to the warriors behind him, and with a little hand signal, they all kneeled down to the ground, leaning on their swords. Lester himself bowed down his head, though he wouldn't kneel. "Nevvyn, Queen of Darkness." Lester said in greeting, and brought his head back up to face her. "It's an honor..." he said red eyes staring straight into her golden ones. "Yes...i would like to speak to you...I have a porposition for you...one I think you'll like..." Lester said, a dark, and sinister smile spread across his face, unchanging.

Lester motioned forward, and his warriors brought the two slaves forward. "My apologies for bringing the unworthy here...but...I wanted to give you a demonstration..." he said, and motioned towards one of the skeletal warriors.

The skeleton brought up it's sword, and plunged it into one of the slaves backs. The human cried out in agony, a scream that could be heard all across the darkness. Lester's smile did not fade, but actually brightened as the mortal fell to the ground in a pool of blood. As soon as the last light faded from the humans eyes, lester made a motion with his hands, and started chanting in an unholy, inaudible tongue. The other human was screaming nonstop, and with a single look to another skeleotn, a bony, undead hand was put over her mouth.

A red light surrounded the now dead body of the first slave, a female. but....as Lester continued chanting, something else happened. Her skin went a grayish color, the blood becoming black, and soon, she actually stood up, eyes as white as snow, staring into nothing.

Lester chuckled as this happened, then turned back to Nevvyn. "But of course...that won't do now will it? The flesh is such a disadvantage. She can move, but she will walk slowly, hinderred by her once living flesh. No...to be of any use to me...she must be removed from her flesh..." Lester said, sounding all the more evil. killing the human wasn't enough, her body had to be desicrated.

Lester suddenly moved his one arm, and the crow flew off of it, into the air. It's caws could be heard high above them, but lester was not looking up, simply staring at the Queen of Darkness. All of a sudden, there we're more caws then one, and caw after caw was answerred, as all of a sudden, there was the sound of hundreds, possibly thousands of wings. "Where death walks, the crows follow..." Lester said, smiling wickedly, while his red eyes seemed to glow with excitement.

All of a sudden, the birds, hundreds of them by the looks of it. they all swarmed upon the undead creture covering it in a pool of black. There we're so many wings, it was impossible to see an inch of the creature underneathe. Some of the great black birds we're even licking the blood off the ground, wiping away the stench of human that was left. Finally, they all flew away, simoultaniously, leaving only one behind. That single crow was perched, on a now bone white skeletal creature...

"That...is my power...a simple demonstration. I thought you'd trust me more...if you could see for yourself what I can do. Plus, i thought you'd find an interest in it...death...can be beautiful...for those who can appreciate it." Lester said, then motioned to the other human, who was whimpering.

"That one...is yours...a slave...do what you will of it. I don't know what you find joy in doing...but whatever it is...he's all yours..." he said. This one was male. The skeletons, including the new one kneeled down again.

"Now...may i come in? Perhaps so we could...talk a bit more your highness..." he said, a bit playfully actually...as if this was some sort of game to him, but a game he knew she would take entertainment from as well, but noone else would.

Nevvyn's grinned widened as her lucious lips curved upwards in a sexy grin, her piercing eyes calling him to fall deeper into their dark abyss where he would lose himself for an eternity.
She watched in approval as his minions fell to their knees in respect, and gave him a sausy wolf smile as she saw him bow his head.
This was certainly more excitment then she had in a while. " awww... you shouldn't have...." She cooed, her voice airy and smooth- like velvet rubbed the right way, a cool stream running over scorching rocks. She faux frowned pouting her sensual lips at him. " no one ever brings me a bottle of good wine anymore...." She sighed sullenly, her eyes telling a differnt story completely as they tore about- the tempest of her garden.
" hm....." Her curiosity- amongst other things- stirred rambunctiously as she caught wind of a proposition. " do go on...." Her voice melted over him like dripping honey.
this will probably be all over the papers tomorrow..... i can see it now on the Evil Ambassador " Headline: Does the queen have a king? Nevvyn Caught Flirting with Lester- EXCLUSIVE! Buy now and recieve a 10% discount" She laughed mentally. It was kind of pathetic really, that they actaully did have an "Evil Ambassaor" paper that printed all the latest tabloids, news on the war, and juicy gossip.
She watched in a morbid fascination as his subordinated did their work, her heart thundering with the adrenalin like the hooves of a thousand black Satalucia stallions against the sunset.
Her never changing, beconning grin did not falter from her face as she watched the horors. Waiting in silence until he was done with his little demonstration she slowly eased herself of the threshold and walked closer to him, holding her arm out gracefully as her eyes swept over the bird. It immediatly took flight and landed on the tips of her delicate fingers. Reeling her hand in she gazed at the bird closely.
" ahh what a beautiful bird....." She whispered huskily as she smoothed it's feathers and willed it off her hand- the bird cawing once and immediatly taking flight to land on a nearby rock.
She was certainly in a more playful mood as the stentch of the humans was reduced and she watched the remaining human with some measure of mild curiosity.
" I sunk titanic you know..." She randomly announced, her mind working on a scheme for their little living friend here. " I suppose you'd want a demonstration now..." She sighed, gazing at him up and down with her keen eye. Walking to the trembling human she stoped right infront of his face and her grin spread into a sadistically sinsiter one, her eyes almost alight with the Devil's flame.
" You hate me right now... you want to kill me.... feel the blade of the knife you so clumsily concealed beneath your shirt rip through my flesh.. gain your revenge." She jeered, laughing her cold laugh. " i can give you that...." Her voice a hurried whisper suddenly as if she spoke of the most imminent thing and watch the human's eyes grow wide. " Wouldn't that feel good.... to feel the warm blood.. stick.. and sweet all over your body...." She smiled, very kindly to him as she circled around him until she faced him once more. As his cracked lips stuttered for a reply she suddenly thrust her arm into his chest, feeling her finger enclose around the hot, beating heart. As she withdrew her arm there was no blood on it, and no hole in his chest but his eyes seemed glazed over. " Go.. go take what you so desperatly crave... like a good human...." She sighed sweetly into his ear as he began to walk, monotoniously and stiffly away.
" Shall we see what our little friend is up to?" She grinned her "come-hither" grin at Lester and waved her hand, a black oil pool appearing before them, reflections shimmering over the sinsiter surface.
Slowly they watched him come upon a small shack not to far and walk in. Inside the family lept up in joy and began weeping as they threw themselves upon his unresponsive body. Just as they begun to realize something was wrong he took out his knife and lept for the smallest one- a child- his daughter; no older then five. And plunged the blade into her small belly repeatedly until the floor was swimming in her blood and screames pierced the night sky like a million daggers. She cried and screamed "daddy why me.. daddy stop..." At first. And now her mangled body lay in tatters and shreds of flesh, undiscernamble. Unremembered. Unmourned. Uncared.
" I culd have had him stab her in the head .. or head.. and made it fast..... But i'm built for comfort.. not speed." She threw a very dark, very alluring, very lustful grin to Lester, fluttering her eyelashes abit for his entertainment as she glided over to him until she was so close her nose almost touched his collar.
" yes... please do come in...." She breathlessly whispered against his skin, inhaling the delectable scnet off his flesh in one swift motion as she curved her body against his without actually touching him, and danced away from his grasp at the same time to enter into the near pitch blackness of her home.

Lester watched as she demonstrated her own power. He looked at her curiously, as she taunted the one slave to kill her, a bit offended that she had revealed something he had not know...that he had had a knife. Not that the slave could have done much with it, certainly not hurt him, and he doubted he could have killed her as well. She emenated power. Then, he saw her plunge her hand into the man's heart, and saw the man walk off. When she showed him what he was doing, when he pulled the knife out on his own family...Lester chuckled darkly, and looked at the Queen of Darkness with almost seductive eyes. He could have called it seductive, because that horrific display she had showed him, had definately turned him on. The way she had treated his crow, it was almost as if she had done it to him.

He clapped his hands as the scent of human disappeared, and as the daughter screamed her last scream. His smile was bright, wicked and almost alluring. "That was beautiful..." he said outloud, then smiled once more as she alloowed him to come in. "wait..." he said, and motioned forward to the last skeloton, who DID pull out a bottle of wine. "What good is a proposition without a toast? No...I brought you some wine....couldn't dissappoint the Queen of Darkness herself..." he said, again in an almost flirtatious manner. SHe had obviously flirted with him, he couldn't help but do a little himself. He motioned for those behind him to stay put, he would talk to her alone now.

He walked into the blackness, felt it swarm over his body in a almost living way as he enterred her fortress. "So you really sunk the titanic?" he said, laughing. "That IS impressive...I knew you had done something noone would forget in your spare time. Hell, I've done the same. The dead are poor company sometimes, and everyonce in awhile...I need something to do.." he said, then turned to her, giving her a challenging,albeit playful look. "The twin towers? That was me..." he said, chuckled a dark, sadistic chuckle, and continued walking.

Lester could see well enough, even in this nearly complete blackness, well enough that his eyes wanderred over her form, a single time, examining the curves of her body, as dark as night....

Nevvyn threw back her head, her slender neck curving seductively as she let out a throaty laugh that seemed to encompase the room and then dominate it completely- as was her very essence and being.
" ahhh good wine....." She murmured, her pouty lips barely parting as she spoke so fluidly, her voice enchantingly wrapping itself around her companion as she drew him deeper within her lair.
With a flick of her wrist, a might hearth sprung up and they found themselves in a very elegant dining room, built cozily (by her standards) to seat 52 at a long table in the center, black roses adorning the room everywhere in dazzling diamond vases, a various assortment of jewles glistening around the room and reflecting the blazing heat.
Sauntering across the rather small room she trailed one of her fingertips very gently over the varnished crimson wood surface of the polished table, sliding herself onto it moments later to dangle her feet off the edge. " So about that wine..." She cooed huskily, giving off a grin as she languished her sight over the mature- chisled features of flame as they licked secretively across her companions visage.
" oh.... astouding work over the towers...." She gave a small chortle of glee. " It was all over The Evil Ambassador..." She sighed. The tabloids were so misleading, but THAT event was publicly broadcasted in all worlds.
" as for my work..." She waved her hands noncommtially. " oh you know... here there.. in the hearts of all men and their wives." She gave a surprisingly sharp, cold laugh which seemingly blended into the walls, the air nearly breathing from the venomous ice in her tone.
Unable to restrain a grin from spreading across her face, a wolfish all devouring grin she gave a small wink. " In all secrests...." Nevvyn whispered, suddenly appearing behind Lester, brushing her lips against his soft earlobe. " All those serial killers.... Jack the ripper..... Karla.... and her dear husband.... all the people that went and commited the darkest of evils..... i lived in their hearts..." She giggled, barely skimming her hands over the back of his neck as she said so, traling her hunads further down his back to the belt on his pants where she rested her grasp for a moment before twirling away from him in a gust of oily miazma to sit back in her position on the table.
" You were saying..." She raised her eyebrow as she beconned for the wine to be poured in two crystaline glasses that gleamed on the immaculate table top.

Lester smiled a mischievous grin as he felt her hand gently touch his belt, then watched as she pulled away. He raised an eyebrow in a almost seductive way, and walked over to her slowly. "Well...that's good...you have your reputations...I have mine. If...." he said, and chuckled darkly, yet playfully. "I mean, serial killers are very impressive...don't get me wrong...but I personally...prefer something a little more...flashy..." he said, and came a bit closer, uncorking the wine bottle tantlisingly slowly.

"Martin Luther King's assasination? That was me. The president's assasination? Also me. Princess Diane's infamous car crash, also me. Let's also not forget one of my personal favourites...the hindenburg..." Lester said challengingly, and poured wine into both glasses, lifting his own glass up to his lips and sipping it gently.

"Your right...Darkness lives inside everybody..." he said, and walked slowly, mesmerizingly behind her. "but death takes everyone...eventually..." he said, and he brought himself really close to her, so close that she could probably feel the warmth of his body, and his breath across her neck.

"But you bring up a point...I think I could use getting a bit more in touch with my....darker side..." he said, and one of his hands came to touch her back, gently touching the strap of her bra, in behind her clothing. The other hand went infront of her, just touching the bottom of her breast, before he pulled them both away and went to sit down in a chair beside her.

"Now...to business..." he said, and drank the rest of his own wine, before letting his red eyes meet hers again.

"First of all...know this...I am not like those other, so called "dark Lords" you get around here everyday. They're nothing but trash. The come here for a single reason...to discuss what land THEY can have, and to know that they are under your protection if you find yourself...shall we say...expanding territory." he said, and stood up again.

"I'm also not here so that I can bicker constantly with OTHER dark lords about what territory I can and cannot have. No. I'll take whatever the hell I want. And I'd like to see the one who will try to stop me. Actually...none of them should even be called "Dark Lords". I believe THAT position is for you and you alone to fill in...after all...you are the queen of darkness." he said, seductively this timne in an almost blatant way, before his red eyes turned towards a globe sitting on the table. The globe was filled with pins on different countries, showing which ones we're owned by which lords.

Lester smiled, pulled out his sword, and chopped the globe cleanly in two. Both halfs fell onto the table. "THIS is what I'm here for. I've come to ask you a single question...which half do you want? I'll take either..." he said, chuckling a dark, terribly sadistic laugh which seemed to make everything around them seem more evil. Somewhere in the world above them, humans would be shivering, from the existance of such a laugh.

Xan'deer raised his head to the skies and unleashed a roar which shook the heavens and the earth. It reverbrated for miles around, it would even be heard and felt by the two figures drinking their wine, next they would hear his voice laced with power of he spook "I am Xan'deer, mighty dragon of ages," his voice had the effect of carrying over incredible distances and striking fear and awe into the hearts of all who heard it. He unfold her wings and flapped them as he leapt into the air, taking flight from his little island.

"It is true..." She drawled in her cool voice of pure velvet ribbons. " That the only two constants remain the corruption of the human heart- and death." Taking the glass of deepest mahagony wine he had recently poured her she first inhaled it's sensuous aroma, allowing the nempthe to seep through her sneses, basking her in it's tyrrany of madness. Then she delicatly curved her lips around the rim- allowing the liquid to bath her mouth, a few drops entering past the sweetly decieving, yet alluring folds of her rose-petal lips. Carefully licking the temptatious substance, her tongue flicking across the baren flesh of her plump lips Nevvyn listened to the deep and flwoing voise of the King.
" ahhh..." Her lips curled upward in a cruel sneer. " Very..... clean of you." She shurgged. Her pleasure was in creativity. That was the root of her creation after all.
" but.... my dear..." She sensuously whispered across the silent room, over the crackle of the blistering hearth, calling him closer with the purr in her voice. The voice of a thousand angels, who chose to rule in Hell rather then serve in Heaven.
As he complied and came so close to her they were seperated by a thick fiml of dense hot air and not much more. She nearly trembled from the feel of having such an immense amount of darkness pressing so close down on her, his scent drugging her more then any wine could, the heat dripping off his body like the sweetest juices of honey was like a fog in her mind. She felt his hands slowly touch her flesh, over her clothing, seinding shivers down her spine as she felt the tough texture of him even over her thin material.
As he moved away from her she could breath again, and hadn't noticed until then she ahd been holding her breath. It felt as if though she had been ripped out of a large mass of builing water that compressed her body until every inch of her was numb with the tingling sensation of power. Her ears seemed to unplug and she could focus on what he was saying again.
She licked her lips, slowly, drawing the motion out as her intelligent eyes surveyed his every movement closer then a hawks.
" Darling...." She laughed. Smoothly, fluidly, transparently as she glided over to him. " I was the one who used Hitler to destroy the world.... everything he did...." She breathlessly whispered. " was me." It was her greatest accomplishment- one that even the supernatural never knew was her doing. Unsure of why she just told him that, she shook her head clearing it of the misty cobwebs he had inspired and her keen eyes snapped back to the problem at hand as she took a sip of the potent juice he had brought back.
" The earth..." She sighed deeply as she began pacing the length of the room. " Is not worth ruling. It never was.. it is a stupid investment and a dying asset. no.. no..." She grinned sinsterly, wolfishly. Like a demon in hell. No, one far, far beyond the likes of hell.
" i have.. something much bigger in store....." Her voice thick with a mysterious promise as her eyes glimmered and blazed brilliantly under the low light against the shadows with the fate in store.

((What can I do? Nothing really, I mean I can't just waltze into the middle of town where Rayne and Rez are. I am a five billion year old dragon after all. So what to do, what to do))

Lester chuckled a long, dark laugh when she mentioned Hitler himself being hers to cotnrol. When the laugh ended, he smiled and said. "Well...it looks as though you win your highness. I'm going to have to try and do something to match that..." he said, and then listened to her response to his proposition.

"Bigger?" he asked, red eyes glistening with a devilish curiosity. "You've caught my attention...what do you have in mind dark one?" he asked. He paused for a moment,, then spoke again. "What I do know is this. I plan on moving my army out soon, and taking as much land as possible. I believe I can beat any enemy I want easily, but my problem is I want to destroy ALL my enemies...and this even I can't do alone. Besides, if I we're to just rampage across the border, even if i was succesful, eventually...I'd come face to face with your army as well." he said, grinned, and turned around for a moment. "And i don't want to fight with you. I'd like to make you my partner...that's what I'm here for." he said, and turned to her once more, this time once again getting really close.

"Besides...I hink you and I have..." he started, and his hand just barely rubbed against her side. "Similar interests..." he finished, and smiled another playful smile, leaned forward, and actually whisperred into her ear "So...what are you planning...."


OOC:Sam...ask me again later today, and I'll find something for you to do. You CAN meet with Aszcin.

She listened with a faux of interest, a polite smile curving her lips upwards ever so slightly- giving the look of increadulousness as she remained silent; allowing him to go on about his battle plans.... his very crude battle plans. As he neared her inhaled sharply, her body tensing for a moment before she let herself slip into the feel of his body, his scent washing over her like a raging waterfall, threatening to drown her at any moment.
" hmmm...." She grinned devilishly up at him, her eyes glittering with an untold mischief lurking deep within the blackened cavern beating sarondipidly under her lush and sensuous bosom. Her full chest rose slightly, straining against her shirt as she inhaled and, a soft half moan comming from her barely parted lips as she exhaled again. " how very... presumptious of you....." She groaned into his ear, her reply lined with a slight growl, edging her words as she brushed her lips against his ear. " What makes you think i would give my plans so freely...." She drew on every word, taking her sleder finger and running it down the side of his neck, along the length of his chest, outlining the stunningly visible muscles that throbbed beneath his shirt as a smirk came to her curvacious lips." And what makes you think you're a part of my plans?" She whispered alluringly into his ear, this time closing her warm mouth around his earlobe and sucking gently as she felt his body jerk ever so slightly under her touch. She could feel the sinews and ropes of her darkness tugging at his heart, like a swing she pulled alittle harder.

Lester smiled a seductive smile to match her own, as her fingers went down along his chest, and her lips grace his earlobes with a devilish charm. He knew what she was doing, by reputation he had expected it. She was playing with him, touching his own darkness and letting him become her slave. He wouldn't become her slave, but he found himself playing right along. His red eyes glowed with lust as they peered into her own, and his hands began stroking her sides freely. He should have been even angry, that she was attempting to use him as a puppet, and had just generally told him that she was powerful enough without him, that she didn't need his help whatsoever. But, she had touched his playfullness, his own devilish desire with her actions. Still...he would get what he wanted, what he had came here for. if he left with MORE then what he had come there for, well that was just fine.

"Well...I'll admit, you are very..." he said, and with another smile of pure desire, he brought his heated, lustful tongue up the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Powerful....but we could be even stronger together. Whatever your doing, you stand a better chance at it with me...as for your plans..." he said, and gave her another tender lick to her neck, feeling the pulse of her dark blood beneathe her skin, feeling the bone underneathe call to HIm, as his darkness called to her. He smiled. He was leading her on now, as she led him. His hands at her sides brought her closer, so close that they actually touched as his tongue went up her throat sensually. He had brought her so close, she could actually feel a slight bulge in his jeans for just a moment, but he suddenly let go and wanderred over to the table, teasing her. He sat down on the table, and actually opened his legs slightly, as if to let her in should she want to.

"Is there some way I could...earn the right to your plans? I'll share my secrets if you share yours..." Lester said, with a smile as cold as death, yet eyes warm with desire.

She watched his eyes glow brightest red in contrast to her exquisitly pale golden black rimmed gaze. A slight chuckle escaped under her breath as she felt his body draw closer- in an attempt to trap her, to take her under it's roughened masculine powers.
Her body arched like a cat's under his touch when his hands came to her sides and began to stroke her. Not gently, yet also not harshly.... simply with the kind of firmness one would use to try and keep a lover still while the latter squirmed beneath them. This thought aroused her inner void as she felt the call of a darkness to match her own proposing a most interesting game. She felt the heat of his tongue press against her sleder neck, lapping at the sensuous, sensitive skin there, causing her frame to shudder under its grasp, and her body to move of its own accord, pressing harder against him until she could feel a very pronounced, solid bulge shove lightly against her.
Nevvyn threw back her head, her hair running down her back like a stream of silvery moonlight as she let a smooth laugh course through her, reverberating through the air like liquid morphine. What a game of cat and mouse.. she hadn't had this much excitment in quit a few centuries now. She tugged at him, and he certainly knew how to return the favor.
Watching with curious eyes as he pulled himself away and travelled back to the chair she crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her head slightly to the left. Typically she let NO one touch her... with a few exceptions, and most certainly not that much in that way that he had. She enjoyed playing, but every other creature was so fully inlove with the darkness they would throw themselves off a cliff had she snapped her fingers.
This kind of resistance to her power she hungered for so dearly she was in no particular hurry to vanquish this... impressive male.
" hm...." She sighed, trailng her own slender fingers over the curve of her neck, down into the dip of her bosom.
It would seem that neither would succumb to the other, just as neither would be so naive as to seriously think they could accomplish that feat.
" I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" She laughed coolley, posing the fact as a question. This was for certain becomming a game of masters.

Lester seductive smile did not fade, and as Nevynn spoke, he raised an eyebrow in a challenging way. A way that told her he was very much playing her game, and that he would match her as well. Stepping off of the table, he gently , almost teasingly came closer to her, until he was once again as close as before. He decided to turn their game in a new direction.

"Well...It occurs to me that you havn't shown me around this place yet. I'm sure you've given that honor to other "dark" lords. Well...I'd like to get to know your...private little darkness better..." Lester said, and his hands went around her side, to her back, his fingers tickling her as they came down., until they reached her backside, her tender bottom. They rubbed that area this time, for a moment, before coming up to her back again.

He gave her a very highly seductive look, and once more brought the hands down, this time, they actually went beneath the clothing, just slightly skimming the edge of her bottom with a great deal of enjoyment in piercing so deeply into this game. He brought her own hands down to his waist, and waited for what she would do...would she drive him mad with desire, so that he'd actually become her puppet, or would he be able to please the darkness...and beat it at it's own game.

She watched him with her piercing hawk's gaze blazing with an untold heat as he rose slowly and tantalizingly, exhasperatingly slow to come and stride towards her, until his clothing skimmed her own his body was so close she need stray but a little and their skin would touch.
" oh.." She raised her eyebrow inquistively to his request. Usually guests did not demand anything from her, she gave it freely, or took freely as she please. Licking her lips in thought as she considered the request, Nevvyn finally sighed in a faux pass fashion. " Well.... if you're so eager... to throw yourself into the velevty cluthes of rich darkness.... come and see for yourself the unfolded mysteries hidden." She shrugged, careful the small motion in itself did not touch his body in any way.
She knew what he would like.... and she knew how she could drive him insane with it. Insanity was always, aferall, the most innocent form of darkness. The most innocent that bred the most vigilant.
A slight smirk touched her lips as her plan grew, blossoming in her mind.
Nevvyn caught her breath sharply as she felt his hands slide around her back, going further than she thought he would dare. A fiery protest rose to her lips, but she found her voice refused to air the scalding remark. Now suddenly her own body wasn't even paying attention to her mind, she had become a slave to her own bodies desires- nto the other way around. Instead she found herself wanting to let pass a whispered, fleeting sigh of pleasure her body demanded. Grudgingly she snapped her lips shut again, scolding herself mentally on her moent of weakness. It would not happen again. She didn't care to be touched like this was something she had been craving for so long she had nearly gone mad with it, she would simply not allow herself to be taken in by some ..... some man... who thought himself mighty enough to play with her.
Straightening her back, she regained sense of who she was- and ceased to be just a woman, returning to her position of true power.
She thought he was finished and mentally decided it wouldn't happen again as she felt his hot embrace wash over her once more. His face held but a shadow of a smirk and she in turn gave him a warning glance, her eyes sharp enough to bore through the skull of a human.
A small gasp escaped her lips as she parted them in protest when she felt his warm hands slide past her clothing. Her gaze turned steely and she grabbed his wrist at a speed unmatched by lightening, jerking it around so it hung between their faces.
Closing her eyes slowly so that they fluttered shut, her thick black eyelashes curtaining the brilliant gaze of her astounding eyes as she slowly led his hand closer to her, until his limp fingers skimmed the velvety film of her lips.
Slowly shaking her head from one side to the other so that his fingers brushed across the full length of her lips she let a very low, very dark laugh, almost a growl, come from within her as she suddenly snapped her eyes open, gouging past his gaze, through his eyes of crimson, and into his very soul.
" tsk..tsk....tsk...." Her breath came like a summer breeze caught adrift over his fingers. " Now who gave you permission to do that... you should learn your place......" She hissed the last word, tilting her head up as she did so and parting her lips as she drew one of his fingers in and lapped around it, snaking her hot tongue across it's roughened surface. Dropping that finger, she took the next one and easily slid it into her mouth, suckling slowly at it as her tongue ran quickly around it's top.
" mhh.....ahahah...." She sighed, a sensuous laugh teasing at her smiling lips as she returned his hand. " It would appear.... you have a good..... hand....." She grinned devilishy and turned her back to him. " Anyway.. you were saying about a tour?"

When Nevynn pulled his hand away, he felt like he had mistepped. But, when she put it in her mouth, and he felt the warmth of being inside her for a moment, as she actually sucked on his hand, and he felt more turned on then ever before. When she released his hand, he smiled once more and said "Well..i didn't recieve permission. For that...i'm very sorry..." he said in a way that obviously meant he was not sorry in the least bit. Lester was breathing a bit heavier, and as he looked at her once more, he took her hand in his. He looked up at her lustfully, knowing she was winning the game right now, and begging for her to hit him even harde,r so he could get her back.

Nevvyn grinned, her features masked in the mists of the true allure and mystique night has to offer, using it to draw in its prey. It would be dangerous to fall into lust with the darkness.... the darkness never had enough, and was not to small to take anything or anyone. It was all consuming, like a raging fire that would spread unchecked if there was no one who could command it.
Her sharp eyes flashed with their hidden danger for a moment as she heard his tone of sarcasm in the apology. Well.. it mattered not, eventually he would be hers. None could resist the passionate embrace of darkness.... none but god himself, she chuckled to herself.
As she watched his motion, she allowed her limp hand to be grasped in his warm paw and read the hungry, animalistic primal need in his eyes. A grin spread over her beautiful features making her appear so much more beautiful-- and yet so much more terrible.
Nevvyn was well aware she was wining this game, knew she held all the cards- but also knew how easily she could lose it all should she stray but a little. It was like balancing at the tip of a dagger... the slightest shudder and she would fail.
Twisting away from him, her hand falling through his grip she had no intention to give him quite enough amunition to blow her out yet.
Sighing in feigned bordom she made a small tsking noise with her lips and started to stalk off, her back straight and proud as her hips gently swayed with each step, creating a beuatiful yet deceiving dance.
" come this way....." She whispered, a hole opening in the wall.
" And i'll let you into my secret garden....." A hint of something forbidden and unleashed rang in her tone as she pivoted and waited patentily for the man to follow her into it's bottomless depths.

OOC:
I have no idea what's going on right now... Is there anyone around me?

Lester smiled broadly as she mentioned a "secret garden", something she probably had not shown to anyone else. Lester immediately began calculating this. It DID mean that he had won her, to some degree...for she was showing him things she hadn't shown others. But a "secret garden" sounded like the perfect place for her to play her own cards, and he wouldn't be able to resist. So...his darkened mind thought something simple...he would have to counter her, make HER belong to HIM.

As he walked through the doorway, he couldn't help but chuckle at her senseless resitance to him. Noone could resist death...eventually, it would take them. However, he also felt her pulling on him, making him want to give in, to submit to her every whim. He found himself resisting this urge indefinately, and he was succeeding so far. Then again..she was so beautiful...in a sinister, devilish sort of way. That was the only way Lester knew...

THe King of the Dead walked into a secret garden, and his eyes widenned. It was filled with beautiful flowers, coverred in ice and snow. The flowers we're all black, and some of them wilted...but the effect it gave the dark palace was magnificent. There we're stars in the sky, that Lester could see high above, above the ground through the mouth of this whole. What's more...in this light, in this black, solitary wonderful place...he found that he couldn't take his eyes off of the Queen of Darkness. He suddenly felt erotic lust and passion sweep through him, as well as a desire to submit, to let her do what she would of him. However, lester regained control, remembering who he was. He was the King of the Dead, and death would not be defeated. It was his turn...

"It's very beautiful Nevynn...impressive....though not half as beautiful nor impressive as you..." Lester said, and walked very close, until once again, she could feel the warmth coming off of his body, and she could feel his. Have you ever felt death up close?" he asked, coming forward, and whispering this in her ear. His body actually touched hers now, from how close they we're, and she could feel the muscles all along his body. "I've seen it...many times...it's the first thing those that pass into the darkness see...feel....and it's the last thing people see as they are brought back to life...." he whisperred, and his one hand stroked her side.

"It is a sensual feeling....a wonderful feeling...the feeling of being thrust into a world one could never understand...and of taking the pleasures of that world all in an instant..." he continued, saying ti so seductively, so teasingly that any nrmal female would have begged to be taken that very instant. His hands slowly moved up as he spoke, tickling her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. they wemnt so far that they reaches his shirt, and with a devilish playful smile, he let them go underneath the fabric, for just a moment hoping for her to emit a gasp from the sensation, but they immediately pulled out, and went further up.

"It's an experience unlike any other...one that can never, ever be forgotten...." he said, and move his hands up her shirt, actually going over the breasts and still coming higher, to reach her neck and face. He pulled her closer, so she could feel the bulge in his jeans...and he could feel the curves of her body. His fingers gently stroked her neck and her cheeks lustfully, and his eyes twinkled with a hidden devilish playfullness. He pulled his own face down, and hers up, as if he was going to kiss her. If he had at this point...he was sure he could have won this right then and there...but this was too entertaining to end. Instead of kissing her, he gently nibbled her bottom lipmplayfully, came down, and gently licked the side of her face, and neck once more. She could feel the bulge in his jeans grow, as he hadn't released her yet.

"I could show you what it feels like sometime...very soon..." he said in a husky, alluring tone, and waited for her reaction. His face was still cose enough to kiss....and his body close enough to touch. It was her turn...and he found himself wondering if she could match him now, or if he had just won this game.

((ooc: sorry Asz, we keep telling sam to come in here and do something with you lol. But he does not seem to inclined to listen.))

Nevvyn's eyes sparkled in delight as she saw him chewing over the problem mentally. He wasn't stupid.. but he wasn't invincible either. He seemed to decide that he was too powerful to resist her, and shot her a grin that told her that he ment to own her- and would succeed. One which she parried with a sweety suggary smile, like the fragrant and delicate lilly which shielded the poisonous snake she waited in all her allure and magnificance.
The darkness belonged to no one, and everyone at the same. It could not be owned, escaped, or destoryed. Death had no effect on it, it did not bow to the manacles of time. Death could not take darkness, and yet darkness could not escape death. It was yet the most twisted, obscure game in the universe. Darkness couldn't die.... and in that way death did not own it.
She saw his reaction to her garden of poisoned beauty. In it she knew the stars themselves shone for her. And hence she adapted a silvery glow of golden magnificance appearing even more radiant and beautiful if possible.
She felt his desires like tidal waves on the ocean, and also felt his restraints slackening. She could drive him mad liek this if she could remember who she was and keep her own head.
but for right now.. it would be in her best interest to let him have a piece of the string....
Allowing him to approach her sensuously once more she did not stop his touch, but instead let him roam freely... for the time being. Let him feel the darkness, fall in love with it.... succumb to it.. as all do eventually.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she gazed into his blood eyes with her own very pale, piercing ones. " Unlike anything else you have known...." She whispered, pressing her lips against his ear. " Darkness cannot be taken by death. It is eternal....." She moaned then, pressing herself to him, digging her nails into his back as she leaned only her sleder neck away from his bbody, so he could watch as her skin caught the tendrils of celestial light and called to him.. drawing him.
Running her leg up and down his thigh slowly, sensitively she raised her head, her hair falling around her face to listen to his words. She knew all to well what she was doing.... all to well she would not succumb to anything but his body. Ever. But then.... it was her intention all along to have his body.
" Death..." She whispered innocently, her eyes widening as her lips parted in a small "o" as if she were being schooled by someone who held all the power. Let him think he could best her....
Biting her lower lip as she drew her eyes away from his and down to his chest she let a small sigh slip before bringing those maddiningly sexy, innocent eyes back to his own throbbing lustful ones.
" Is darkness....." She moaned the word, twisting her head to the side as if in an unbridaled ecstacy she could not longer bear the intensity of his gaze.
The further his hands moved the more she started feeling her control slip, but harshly slapping herself back into reality she reminded herself the darkness was slave to no one. Regardless... this feeling.... was so ... so... well, she would let it go on further.
Suddenly she felt his warm hands, chilled by the crisp air slip under her shirt, almost to her breats then pull back again, a feeling of dissapointment comming over her. She knew her body thirsted to have those hands explore ever single curve and nook of her. How good they would feel.... cool against her suddenly hot skin....
Instead of the gasp she knew he was expecting she clung to him tighter, raising her head to his lips, so close he could feel them move as she spoke. " uh.....hhh" Was all she uttered, the low, almost moan was felt like a breeze on his lips, her lips just brushing his as she parted them to sigh.
She then drew away from him once more, unhooking her leg and actually taking the smallest step back. She had given him a taste... and now she would watch to see where it led him...
unsurprisingly his hands continued up her breasts, across her lovely neck, and to cup her face as he brought her gaze back to his own. She slowly, almost as if in a dream felt her body being pulled closer to his, until she could feel his throbbing, steely shape imprint her soft, very smooth body.
Nevvyn's lip actually quivered as he brought it parallel to her own. and her eyelashes fluttered sensuously as she parted her lips. not that she had said anything about giving him the kiss yet.. no... he would work for that, for she felt his need, his lusted desire matching her own.
But... he had forgotten. They were on her turf..... and in her domain she was supreme in holding all her cards.... then again... darkness was very devious.... devious enough to make anyone think anything. Even that they were winning a certain game.
She felt his lips close around her bottom lip, his teeth scrap across the sensitive flesh so tenderly, it shocked her for a moment out of keeping her thought to purely business and it took that small slip up for the ecstacy to begin invading her very viens, her willpower shimmering somewhere in the distance, like a miraze.. threatening to distort into nothingness.
Leaning her weight onto him, she darted her tongue cross her own lips, to touch his lip for but a moment before she closed her mouth.
Stepping away from him until she could see his whole body, yet not so far that she could no longer touch him, the queen of the darkness smirked.
All the inncoent luster of her gaze vanished like a mask taken off, to be replaced with another. A devlish light surrounded her, pulshing, throbbing around her, and icy wind picking up as her smirk drew him in, promising things yet to be explored.
Reaching her hand out, she pointed at him with one finger, and bringing that finger closer to him until it touched him, she applied the barest amount of force, and shoved him backwards, into the small crystal flakes which he fell upon, with a gentle thud.
Turning away from him the snow around her feet seemed to lift, dancing faster and faster about her as she transformed out of her human form, into her real form. Her skin shimmering with a metalic luster, her clothes regal yet far, far more revealing than her human clothes had been, her hair no longer the colour of midnight... but the intensity of platinum.
Her breasts jutted out, constricted within a cage of material as she stood over him,arching her bacck just so the pieces of material strained even further against her body, the thin tendrils like a web, leaving much of her bare.

Lester was surprised as he was pushed tothe ground, but foun d himself smiling and luaghing at the effect. He could only look at her from the groun as she changed completely, out of her human form and into something completely different. Lester could swear he was staring at a goddess for a moment. His every thought became desireful as he lay upon the ground, wanting her on top of him, wanting to touch her in every way he could, to pleasure her to her breaking point. Then he regained his common sense, and realised he had almost lost this, almost. "Why hide your form? Why hide your beauty from the world? With that much...you could get anyone to bow down to you..." he said, and he stood back up, walking towards her again.

He got incredibly close once again, showing nothing but lust for this new form she had taken, this form that anyone else would likely be terrified of. 'You are right..death is darkness, and darkness is death..." he said, and practically brought himself to her, licking her neck heatedly, but ever so seductively His hands went to her back, stroking her in a frenzy, hoping to make her moan. He stopped all of a sudden, and looked into her eyes with a devilish expression. "So therefore, we are almost already allie. We are destined to be. We want the same thing...." he said, and gently nibbled her earlobe tantalisingly. "So don't hold out on me...we can help eachother..and engluf every world and everything in darkness and death....we are one...." he said to her, and brought his one hand to her front, still holding her at the back.

"You are so beautiful...an angel of darkness in this black paradise...you really could get anyone to bow down to you" he said, and started trailing his fingers downward, from her neck, in between her breasts in an absolutely irresistable fashion. "but I am not just anyone..." he said alluringly, and brought his hand further down, all the way down, to stop inbetween her legs. He gently and teasingly stroked her there, trying to pleasure her, to drive her to hunger for him as much as he could, before giving her a taste herself.

"So beautiful...but I never bow down..." he said, and his fingrs immediately came back up to her chest, and with a little force, pushed her to the ground, into the flowery bed. As she lay on the ground, Lester tore off his shirt and jacket, revealing his bare, muscular chest as he looked down at her. He could not defeat her at this game, he knew...but he also knew that he was every much her equal. Darkness and death, niether could outdo or own the other, but they we're essentially both the same...

She watched him rise, watched him gaze upon her true form, watched his senses water for her as if he were starving. He was starving.. slowly she had made sure he would be starving for her.
"mmmh..." She batted her eye lashes as let a showdow of a smile flicker across her features. She had him.. as much as she ever could. She kenw from all along she could not own him more than he could own her. They were equals and could not be without the other. It was a fun game while they played it. But the games were over.It was now her turn to disclose her secret.
Feeling his body press to hers, she inhaled sharply, ordering her heart to calm. This was foolishness... she would have him. There was no need to still desire him. So why did she....
His scent, clouding her mind to this answer engulfed her and she burned for his touch. Even in this cold world she found she very much so needed it.
His lips on her sent ropes of flame around her, burning into her, into her viens.. her skin.. her heart.
As his hands travelled between her legs she suddenly felt her body loose some of it's control to stand and felt grateful for his arm around her back- or she knew she would have fallen, with him ontop of her that very second.
His hands travelled back to her breasts and she was suddenly fighting very hard not to will her clothing away... something she could do ina split second. she knew how his hands would feel on her if she did will her clothes away... and felt her teeth biting into her lip with the amount of force she was exerting against herself.
When he released her and gently pushed her to the ground, she fell easily, laying sprawled under his undressing gaze.
A smile played around her lips as her eyes filled with ecstacy. She lifted her hand and snapped. Snapped her fingers once, and all of a sundden their surroundings disspaeared, becomming replaced with softer ones. Her bedroom.
She no longer lay before him, but stood against him, her back to his chest. A humdred candles lined the floor, laying on chests and tables around the room. A large black silken bed was poised at the very center of the room, the whole atmosphere dancing ina scent that drive them both to the brink of madness and beyond.
A soft... alluring tone suddenly began to play, in the air itself, and she began to move her body against him, like delicate tendrils of smoke her body fluidly moved not only against him, but almost into him, hypnotising him with it's ravinous poision apt with rapture unlike any other.

Undi had just taken up steps again when she heard the distant roar. It shook across the earth and made it's way to her chest. The force was great and it pounded around in her lithe form like a large drum. She knew at once what it was, "Dragons," she murmmured under her breath. The word was snatched from her lips and carried off by the acidic wind. She shuddered, if the ancients were waking from eons-long slumber things must be bad. She continued on to the city, which lay only miles away.

Xan'deer spiralled through the air as he searched for one to speak with. He sniffed and caught the scent of another not to far off but he was too preoccupied with his search. Were there any more dragons? Or was he the last? He turned in the air and decided to go off in search of the person he had smelt earlier, perhaps she would be able to aid him on his quest. He roared again to let her know he wsa coming, he gazed about with his large eyes. He needed to learn what was going on.