Anomaly or not, Bress didn't feel quite so attached to her follower as he did to her, given she had no mission related to keeping the cosmos in check. On the contrary, her pleasures often stemmed from disrupting the natural order of the universe, and such joviality was measured only in the chaos she crafted. Serono was, in short terms, a problem. Every instance of his existence put pressure on her own, and their two energies clashed even then, though the demon patted pale lashes as though hardly listening to what was said. Standoffish was a good way of putting her mood, despite that wicked smile curling across the curve of her lips. "A kimono... Yes, how culturally suave of you. A child of the greater galaxy, and you settle for the fabrics of feudal Japan? You'll need to work on being more imaginative in the future, Serono, if only to save me from boredom."
"At least when I wear nothing, you're entertained. Otherwise, I wouldn't see you nearly as often as I do. Silly beast, always playing chase..." There was no sense of savagery left in Bress after the blood had been cleansed from her figure, though such deceiving appearances were often how she got away with the deeds that seemed world shaking. Timelines quaked in her wake because she wanted to leave her best impression on places most impressionable. Wasn't it instinctual to crave power over those less capable that one's self? "I can clean the filth from my skin better than you can. For one so put off with my actions, you find yourself in my company time and time again. A glutton for punishment perhaps?" Bress laughed, indeed enjoying the sound of her own voice. "Reasons, you say? Reasons such as what?" The Abaasy paused to straighten, nude and dismissive with a darkness lingering behind her pale hues.
"How hopeful you sound in regards to my ass. This ass, I'll have you know, has swayed some of the greatest and most powerful minds over the course of many eons. Don't think I wouldn't use it against you, too." Cackling, the creature turned from her counterpart and waved a hand as if done speaking to Serono. "May you one day find freedom from the shackles of responsibility, Serono. A lap dog is still a dog, no matter how bright and ornate his collar might be."
Hand shaking free a cascade of crimson, the woman's otherworldly eyes brightened with a light unholy. Demonic. It carried the weight of history; of the darkness before the dawn. Her fist would clench several times, seizing in time with the words shared from the false king, his throne studied just as closely as he was, slumped lazily in his seat. His eyes were a giveaway, though she knew not to what, given the circumstances. One never truly knew what sort of being wore the guise of sheep. Bress, of course, being a prime example of deceiving looks. "You say such words, and I feel you know more than you should. Too much for a King of a nameless realm, certainly." Brushing down the front of her bloodied robes, the demon tutted to herself and shook her head in disapproval. "Too much for a common creature. Too much for many, really. You. Are. Hm. That's a mystery. Who are you?"
Bare steps slowly made their way over the litter of fallen Templars, feather light and continued even through the transformation of the room. The shift in the scenery flashed around Bress, giving her eager orbs a great deal to take in before the stranger dissolved into that shifting change that left him appearing as the all too persistent Serono. Had she been surprised, it didn't seem to reach her smiling features. Even with sightless statues looking on while his hand clasped her chin, Bress was all too pleased by the display; even reaching upwards to brush her finger tips against the other being's ear. Always so light, these touches she gave him. Almost too gentle to be issued by a demon. Her caressing continued even while he made strikes against her age, though she felt the argument that age was but a number seemed stale in his presence. Perhaps he was older. Neither could truly know in this moment.
She knew they both had witnessed more than any mortal could hope to see. That was enough reason to harbor some admiration for her companion, even if he was seeking to end the great carnage that was her journey traversing the planes. "You always have a new pet name for me, Serono. Don't you? Sprite? Heavens bless you, thinking me so lovely." Her body, with the blood of her victims still present and grim, pressed inwards to fit the curve of Serono's figure. On her tip toes, she rose up to nuzzle her unclean cheek against the Vaalen's features on the way to his ear, where she lingered to whisper with a throaty purr, "But you don't rule this planet, pet. Oh no, you rule nothing- a soldier in an army. No more, no less. You are no King if you are tasked with hunting hell hounds like me..."
Vanity went hand in hand with pride, and Bress was a prideful being. All pomp and finesse; capable of so much. She had ever right to be vain, given how perfect those curves seemed in the light of their location. Her reflection at the water's reach a stark ivory reminiscent of porcelain casts by master artisans. She was the face to a painting that would capture the viewers heart. A voice to an opera piece that pulled at the listener's devotion. It wasn't in the way she carried herself, but in what exactly encompassed Bress as a whole. Even her demonic energy had an allure to it's wispy, lingering presence, and that seemed the most caustic of additions. Intoxicating devilry that threatened the fabric of one's morals. It was no wonder she had come as far as she had, leaving behind a trail of death and despair like the faint odor of perfume.
"I can put something else on then, Serono." Quite suddenly, the demon donned another ceremonial garb tufted and silken, with jewels decorating her pale shoulders. Breasts still bare, the Abaasy were beings of equal bearings. A man needn't cover their chest, and neither did a woman. Far be it from demons to be sexist. "I hate when you're uncomfortable." His words earned a small scoff, given he had closed the gap between them, and that left her slipping away to step backwards as a means to put a few feet between the two immortals. "Why are you so persistent to do landscaping every time I'm in your company?" Eyes once more alight with that possessive luminescence, the creature huffed towards the colossal megalith falling towards the ground. The ground around the pair cracked and fissured, sending the Abaasy into a series of hops that seemed too fast for anything native to humanity.
Away from the crash scene she went, barely noting the reverberations displacing the ground beneath her, though she called out through the pluming fog of debris, "You destroy things as often as I do, Serono! Our universe as your plaything, and you choose to follow me! You're a fool-" The palm of Bress' left hand seemed to thrum to life, a symbol emblazoned upon her palm sparking with the ebony crackle of distorted energies. Directing her hand outwards, she continued in her sprint through the neighboring woodline while a violent ball of maroon light ignited in her grip. "I'll leave this plane to you, Serono." His destruction changed nothing; she felt no ties to this place. Her only qualms were with having to leave before she could see his finale. The Vaalen were peculiar, but for all the time she spent running from them, she hadn't considered staying to learn more.
"At least when I wear nothing, you're entertained. Otherwise, I wouldn't see you nearly as often as I do. Silly beast, always playing chase..." There was no sense of savagery left in Bress after the blood had been cleansed from her figure, though such deceiving appearances were often how she got away with the deeds that seemed world shaking. Timelines quaked in her wake because she wanted to leave her best impression on places most impressionable. Wasn't it instinctual to crave power over those less capable that one's self? "I can clean the filth from my skin better than you can. For one so put off with my actions, you find yourself in my company time and time again. A glutton for punishment perhaps?" Bress laughed, indeed enjoying the sound of her own voice. "Reasons, you say? Reasons such as what?" The Abaasy paused to straighten, nude and dismissive with a darkness lingering behind her pale hues.
"How hopeful you sound in regards to my ass. This ass, I'll have you know, has swayed some of the greatest and most powerful minds over the course of many eons. Don't think I wouldn't use it against you, too." Cackling, the creature turned from her counterpart and waved a hand as if done speaking to Serono. "May you one day find freedom from the shackles of responsibility, Serono. A lap dog is still a dog, no matter how bright and ornate his collar might be."
---
Hand shaking free a cascade of crimson, the woman's otherworldly eyes brightened with a light unholy. Demonic. It carried the weight of history; of the darkness before the dawn. Her fist would clench several times, seizing in time with the words shared from the false king, his throne studied just as closely as he was, slumped lazily in his seat. His eyes were a giveaway, though she knew not to what, given the circumstances. One never truly knew what sort of being wore the guise of sheep. Bress, of course, being a prime example of deceiving looks. "You say such words, and I feel you know more than you should. Too much for a King of a nameless realm, certainly." Brushing down the front of her bloodied robes, the demon tutted to herself and shook her head in disapproval. "Too much for a common creature. Too much for many, really. You. Are. Hm. That's a mystery. Who are you?"
Bare steps slowly made their way over the litter of fallen Templars, feather light and continued even through the transformation of the room. The shift in the scenery flashed around Bress, giving her eager orbs a great deal to take in before the stranger dissolved into that shifting change that left him appearing as the all too persistent Serono. Had she been surprised, it didn't seem to reach her smiling features. Even with sightless statues looking on while his hand clasped her chin, Bress was all too pleased by the display; even reaching upwards to brush her finger tips against the other being's ear. Always so light, these touches she gave him. Almost too gentle to be issued by a demon. Her caressing continued even while he made strikes against her age, though she felt the argument that age was but a number seemed stale in his presence. Perhaps he was older. Neither could truly know in this moment.
She knew they both had witnessed more than any mortal could hope to see. That was enough reason to harbor some admiration for her companion, even if he was seeking to end the great carnage that was her journey traversing the planes. "You always have a new pet name for me, Serono. Don't you? Sprite? Heavens bless you, thinking me so lovely." Her body, with the blood of her victims still present and grim, pressed inwards to fit the curve of Serono's figure. On her tip toes, she rose up to nuzzle her unclean cheek against the Vaalen's features on the way to his ear, where she lingered to whisper with a throaty purr, "But you don't rule this planet, pet. Oh no, you rule nothing- a soldier in an army. No more, no less. You are no King if you are tasked with hunting hell hounds like me..."
---
Vanity went hand in hand with pride, and Bress was a prideful being. All pomp and finesse; capable of so much. She had ever right to be vain, given how perfect those curves seemed in the light of their location. Her reflection at the water's reach a stark ivory reminiscent of porcelain casts by master artisans. She was the face to a painting that would capture the viewers heart. A voice to an opera piece that pulled at the listener's devotion. It wasn't in the way she carried herself, but in what exactly encompassed Bress as a whole. Even her demonic energy had an allure to it's wispy, lingering presence, and that seemed the most caustic of additions. Intoxicating devilry that threatened the fabric of one's morals. It was no wonder she had come as far as she had, leaving behind a trail of death and despair like the faint odor of perfume.
"I can put something else on then, Serono." Quite suddenly, the demon donned another ceremonial garb tufted and silken, with jewels decorating her pale shoulders. Breasts still bare, the Abaasy were beings of equal bearings. A man needn't cover their chest, and neither did a woman. Far be it from demons to be sexist. "I hate when you're uncomfortable." His words earned a small scoff, given he had closed the gap between them, and that left her slipping away to step backwards as a means to put a few feet between the two immortals. "Why are you so persistent to do landscaping every time I'm in your company?" Eyes once more alight with that possessive luminescence, the creature huffed towards the colossal megalith falling towards the ground. The ground around the pair cracked and fissured, sending the Abaasy into a series of hops that seemed too fast for anything native to humanity.
Away from the crash scene she went, barely noting the reverberations displacing the ground beneath her, though she called out through the pluming fog of debris, "You destroy things as often as I do, Serono! Our universe as your plaything, and you choose to follow me! You're a fool-" The palm of Bress' left hand seemed to thrum to life, a symbol emblazoned upon her palm sparking with the ebony crackle of distorted energies. Directing her hand outwards, she continued in her sprint through the neighboring woodline while a violent ball of maroon light ignited in her grip. "I'll leave this plane to you, Serono." His destruction changed nothing; she felt no ties to this place. Her only qualms were with having to leave before she could see his finale. The Vaalen were peculiar, but for all the time she spent running from them, she hadn't considered staying to learn more.
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