Curses upon thine enemies, temptation for the virtuous, and bargains for those desperate enough to name their price. shouldst thou seek dominion over another’s dreams, i may oblige. mine own flesh, however, is no mortal’s reward.
she closed the distance betwixt them in an instant. " thou hast a peculiar scent about thee, unlike that of these mortals. thou art an angel, art thou not? " her question was accompanied by a sinister grin that bared her fangs.
leaning back into velvet, legs cross over another with a pleased hum. clawed hand grabs at a chalice filled with what can only be presumed as blood, she took a swig of it. " peace and quiet at last. "