Silver Dreams of Devils
When Silver opens her eyes again, she is lying on the cool green grass. On top of her, the sky is clear and blue ponctuated by a few lazy white clouds. She doesn't need to see them to know them to be there. She could smell the sunflowers and lavender around her. It was her dream after all : it could smell like home if she wanted. She slowly stands up and looks around her. It was her first time trying something like this. Maybe in the future, she could share a dream with a friend instead of a foe. But this time was different. She puts her straw hat on and looks for Glaysa.[/aloud]
Glasya was having a wonderful day. She had been gorging herself on soul larvae, and relaxing to the tortured screams of the multitudes within her labyrinthine dungeon.
She has the screams and pleading cries for mercy piped directly to her bedchambers when she was 'in the mood', and she was in the mood. But, the lovely cries and soothing wails, of course, had lulled her to sleep.
Glasya's eyes flutter open to a clear, blue sky, and she frowns. Who would dare cast Dream on an archdevil? Who could possibly have such wild audacity? Glasya sits up, concentrating for just a moment.
Silver.
A slow smile spreads across Glasya's face, and she can feel herself getting excited as she saunters over toward Silver, that delicious tingle in her belly only getting stronger. This gentle, grassy meadow had a sort of comforting appeal that made her want to slowly break Silver over the course of a century or so. Ever so slowly, exquisitely slowly, until she was begging her to stop yet crying for more...
Glasya snaps herself out of it, and smiles as she walks up to Silver. "Well, hello my dear! Can I get you something to eat?" With a snap of her fingers, Glasya summons a small round table, place settings, and a pitcher of honeydew wine with frozen chunks of watermelon in it to keep it cold. She sits politely, folding her legs underneath her as if she had gone to the finest eloquence schools money could buy. Demurely, she pours two glasses of the wine, then sits back in her chair and sips hers, all the while watching Silver expectantly. "Now, how can I help you?"
"My interests in Miss Kit are...complicated, Dearest Silver. My interest in Oak perhaps...even moreso." She licks her lips. "And 'poor Neru' has dreams that would make your eyes pop out, darling girl." She pauses, taking a deep drink from her glass of honeydew wine. "And what makes you think either my father or I sent V'peef, daughter of Aurora?" She finishes her glass, and fills it once again. The liquid is blood red, this time, and as Silver looks around, she realizes the milieu has been changing the entire time; becoming grayer, washed out, and colorless..."
Glasya laughs softly, "The curse of the devil is to be the consternation of many, dear Silver", she takes another drink, then slides off of her chair to sit on the grass near silver. Only the ten or so feet around them has any color left at all, but what there is, is vibrant and brilliant. Silver notices, for the first time, that Glasya and Oak have the same hair color..."And, I fear, that is the case, here. I was not taunting you, I was warning you." She is very close now, braiding a daisy chain and smiling ruefully, as if she misses her childhood.
"V'peef is beyond my control, now. These Thri-kreen that you go to face? They have been playing fast and loose with a time travel device, and the fact is, one of Shayna's cultists has found out how, and stolen the technology. He is trying to bring the devil-dragon back." She is very close now, and Silver can smell her fiery perfume. One of the straps falls off of Glasya's shoulder, revealing a wealth of intriguing lines and curves. Glasya's beautiful, wonderful scent is overwhelming to Silver..."
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