04-09-2017, 10:22 PM
"Wait!" the succubus cried as Tearen stalked off in search of the cave's exit. It was clear that she wasn't going to be able to seduce him in this sort of atmosphere, but it was also clear that she wasn't going to simply be able to overpower him and have her way. After all, it was this Prime that had freed her from the Devourer; there was no doubt that he would be able to make short work of her. Not that, as a succubus, she did not have an array of formidable techniques. In a straight fight, however, this cloaked rogue was not to be trifled with. Perhaps there was a suitable middle ground. With a sudden lunge, the demonic vixen wrapped her arms around Tearen, hugging into his back and nestling her mouth next to where she presumed his left ear was.
"Hey now, this is the Underverse, babe. No need to pretend to be honorable hero." she hummed. Her pale hands wound their way down Tearen's torso before clamping tightly around his nether regions. Her eyes widened slightly as she was greeted with the presence of a giant, rock-solid nothing between his legs. She let out a small yelp as a telekinetic yank pulled her away from the barren Prime and plopped her on the ground a few feet behind him.
"If you're going to keep following me, we at least need to be on first name basis." Tearen uttered in his raspy voice.
"Chastity." the coquettish hellion chirped. Tearen did not turn around, and a long silence followed.
"Dick Slayer?" she tried, her toothy grin becoming somewhat self conscious. Again, there was no reaction from the Shadow.
"...Myla." the woman finally grumbled, settling her chin on an upturned palm. Tearen's face blossomed a cracked smile and he turned around to face the bewitching spirit. Imagine his surprise when she was sitting with her legs splayed apart, and her right hand barely covering the secrets beneath her poorly designed skirt. He chose to ignore this. Besides, there had to be more to this woman than simply playing the part of her infernal nature. Ilthiax and Gamil had taught him that all demons in the Underverse had a history and inherent identity that needed to be considered, even if they themselves chose to disregard it.
"Hello Myla. My name is Tearen. What exactly is it you're looking for?" the Shadow asked, his gleaming green eyes refusing to blink. Myla looked up at him sheepishly.
"Well, I mean, normally I'm supposed to trick guys into banging so I can suck their life energy and...stuff..." Myla said, her eyes flicking to the side in a moment of fleeting fantasy, "...but I guess you're not a 'guy', strictly speaking, am I right?" she asked, looking back to Tearen's eyes. The ex-enigma shook his head slowly, but his smile remained.
"I'm afraid not, and I have little vitality to spare at the moment. But perhaps an infusion of Omnilium would sate you?" the Prime asked, holding up his right hand. Glimmers of chromatic power began to radiate from the palm of the outstretched limb. Myla stood from the cold floor of the cave and gingerly touched her own clawed hand to his. Being given a shot of raw Omnilium was a rare treatment that very few secondaries in the Underverse could ever dream of being given. The two stood like that for some time, flashes of prismatic power showing just beneath the surface of her fair skin. Only when the succubus' breathing started to become worryingly erratic did Tearen finally pull away. Myla's eyes fluttered open slowly and she sucked in a sharp breath.
"Whoo boy, T. You really know how to-"
"Euhp." Tearen said, holding up a silencing hand.
"I'm just saying, I could really go for a-"
"Ehpepep." Tearen emphasized, waving the silencing hand rapidly. Once again, the Prime turned around and proceeded to shuffle off into the darkness. He was acutely aware of the fact that Myla was still continuing to follow him. Her mind was buzzing with questions and curiosity, as well as a strange emotion that Tearen couldn't quite identify. Something between admiration and...hope? It was an odd concoction, to say the least.
"Is there something else I can do for you? You've been fed." Tearen whispered. He ground his teeth together as he felt her come skipping up to his side, grabbing the hand he had used to transfer the Omnilium. The succubus ran a hand through her long red hair and twirled the end around, giving the shadowy Prime another once-over.
"I dunno I mean...I've never met a guy...thing..." she started. The ex-enigma turned his head and raised a non-existant eyebrow at her. Nervously, she started over.
"I've never met someone who didn't just wanna bump uglies...at all. I mean, you are into women, right?" she asked.
"Irrelevant." Tearen sighed.
"Yeah, see, that's what I'm talking about. Down here in the Underverse, everyone and everything wants to fuck you, metaphorically or physically. Usually both. But you just...gave me something and started walking away. That doesn't happen. Who are you?" Myla said in an excited tone. Tearen didn't respond, but not because he didn't want to. He was having a hard time trying to think of a suitable way to answer her question. The pair made their way over a small precipice in the cave, and the wavering twilight of the Underverse sky could be seen at the end of a long tunnel. With renewed vigor, Tearen hastened towards the exit.
"...at least, that's where I'm coming from. So like, I dunno. I guess I feel like if I hang out with a Prime like you...things might change for me." Myla said, trailing off. This statement put Tearen into a deeply furtive state of mind. Again, he didn't like the idea of having something tying him to the Underverse. Myla didn't immediately seem like a sinister character, and he would hate to leave this place feeling like he had left one person behind in exchange for another. On top of that, though Tearen wasn't sure what kind of change Myla hoped to see in herself, certain instincts compelled him to cultivate this sort of initiative in a person. A sharp gasp brought the Shadow back into the present. He traced the sharp mental spike of Myla's fear to a pile of rubble that had fallen, presumably after he had performed his most destructive ability. Jutting out from the heap of black stone were a myriad of fractured, hairy legs. Tearen smiled, then began to chuckle.
"What. What is it?" Myla asked, holding Tearen's glassy hand more tightly.
"I guess there was a spider after all. Heh." Tearen said, immediately moving on. He didn't bother explaining the source of his mirth to the succubus, but it felt good to laugh for the first time in...
...time didn't really apply to that statement. It simply felt good to laugh. After a short walk, the pair arrived at the mouth of the cave, and the Shadow smiled up at the blasphemous, cracked moons of the bruised red-purple sky.
"So...do we know where we're going or...?" Myla asked, leaning against the rim of the lava tube. The exact details of her outfit weren't pertinent, save for the face that it was terribly impractical for everything except solicitation. Now, in the light of the Underverse however, Tearen could make out the details of her face much better. The petit horns on her head had a metallic blue sheen to them, which must have been some form of lacquer or polish. Her auburn hair flowed to the small of her back, which contrasted sharply against her porcelain skin tone. Though her black makeup was heavy, Tearen could also discern faint scarring around the edges of her eyes, but from what, he couldn't tell.
"I intend to escape the Underverse." Tearen said flatly.
"Ah." Myla responded in a slightly downcast tone.
"But not by catering to Diablo's system. I will seek the Prime known as Tyrael. He must know of another way out." Tearen continued, surveying the horizon, hoping for instinct to give him some form of insight.
"Ah." Myla said, in an emphatically concerned tone. Tagging along with this Tearen guy might not work out so well for her after all. But, then again, maybe should wouldn't need to see him through to the end of his quest in order to get herself in some sort of better circumstance.
"I think I might be able to help with that." the succubus said, perking up. The Shadow turned to look at her, surprised.
"In what way?" he asked. Myla stood up straighter and pressed a thumb to her exposed chest.
"I used to run with one of the Wrecker Gangs out in the Salt Flats. Some of Joe's boys. Before that fucker-"
"Deshawn." Tearen interrupted. Myla gave him a look like he was on very strong drugs.
"...whatever. Before that fucker ate me, we were hunting Tyrael down. Rumor had it he was in the Salt Flats, and Joe wanted him for himself, obviously." Myla said, her toothy grin glistening in the violet light. Tearen nodded slowly. He hadn't heard of this 'Joe' character as of yet, but that was a matter that could be resolved at another time. For now, the Omniverse had delivered almost the perfect lead for his chosen path...which was kind of weird.
"Very well Myla. I think we can indeed be of great use to one-another." Tearen said with a smile. Myla clapped her hands together and began looking at the shattered moons overhead, trying to get a bearing on their location.
"Great, let's head out!" she said with a legitimate levity in her voice.
"Not dressed in that, you're not." Tearen said flatly.
Myla gave him a look like he had sprouted a second head, and it was on very strong drugs.
"Hey now, this is the Underverse, babe. No need to pretend to be honorable hero." she hummed. Her pale hands wound their way down Tearen's torso before clamping tightly around his nether regions. Her eyes widened slightly as she was greeted with the presence of a giant, rock-solid nothing between his legs. She let out a small yelp as a telekinetic yank pulled her away from the barren Prime and plopped her on the ground a few feet behind him.
"If you're going to keep following me, we at least need to be on first name basis." Tearen uttered in his raspy voice.
"Chastity." the coquettish hellion chirped. Tearen did not turn around, and a long silence followed.
"Dick Slayer?" she tried, her toothy grin becoming somewhat self conscious. Again, there was no reaction from the Shadow.
"...Myla." the woman finally grumbled, settling her chin on an upturned palm. Tearen's face blossomed a cracked smile and he turned around to face the bewitching spirit. Imagine his surprise when she was sitting with her legs splayed apart, and her right hand barely covering the secrets beneath her poorly designed skirt. He chose to ignore this. Besides, there had to be more to this woman than simply playing the part of her infernal nature. Ilthiax and Gamil had taught him that all demons in the Underverse had a history and inherent identity that needed to be considered, even if they themselves chose to disregard it.
"Hello Myla. My name is Tearen. What exactly is it you're looking for?" the Shadow asked, his gleaming green eyes refusing to blink. Myla looked up at him sheepishly.
"Well, I mean, normally I'm supposed to trick guys into banging so I can suck their life energy and...stuff..." Myla said, her eyes flicking to the side in a moment of fleeting fantasy, "...but I guess you're not a 'guy', strictly speaking, am I right?" she asked, looking back to Tearen's eyes. The ex-enigma shook his head slowly, but his smile remained.
"I'm afraid not, and I have little vitality to spare at the moment. But perhaps an infusion of Omnilium would sate you?" the Prime asked, holding up his right hand. Glimmers of chromatic power began to radiate from the palm of the outstretched limb. Myla stood from the cold floor of the cave and gingerly touched her own clawed hand to his. Being given a shot of raw Omnilium was a rare treatment that very few secondaries in the Underverse could ever dream of being given. The two stood like that for some time, flashes of prismatic power showing just beneath the surface of her fair skin. Only when the succubus' breathing started to become worryingly erratic did Tearen finally pull away. Myla's eyes fluttered open slowly and she sucked in a sharp breath.
"Whoo boy, T. You really know how to-"
"Euhp." Tearen said, holding up a silencing hand.
"I'm just saying, I could really go for a-"
"Ehpepep." Tearen emphasized, waving the silencing hand rapidly. Once again, the Prime turned around and proceeded to shuffle off into the darkness. He was acutely aware of the fact that Myla was still continuing to follow him. Her mind was buzzing with questions and curiosity, as well as a strange emotion that Tearen couldn't quite identify. Something between admiration and...hope? It was an odd concoction, to say the least.
"Is there something else I can do for you? You've been fed." Tearen whispered. He ground his teeth together as he felt her come skipping up to his side, grabbing the hand he had used to transfer the Omnilium. The succubus ran a hand through her long red hair and twirled the end around, giving the shadowy Prime another once-over.
"I dunno I mean...I've never met a guy...thing..." she started. The ex-enigma turned his head and raised a non-existant eyebrow at her. Nervously, she started over.
"I've never met someone who didn't just wanna bump uglies...at all. I mean, you are into women, right?" she asked.
"Irrelevant." Tearen sighed.
"Yeah, see, that's what I'm talking about. Down here in the Underverse, everyone and everything wants to fuck you, metaphorically or physically. Usually both. But you just...gave me something and started walking away. That doesn't happen. Who are you?" Myla said in an excited tone. Tearen didn't respond, but not because he didn't want to. He was having a hard time trying to think of a suitable way to answer her question. The pair made their way over a small precipice in the cave, and the wavering twilight of the Underverse sky could be seen at the end of a long tunnel. With renewed vigor, Tearen hastened towards the exit.
"...at least, that's where I'm coming from. So like, I dunno. I guess I feel like if I hang out with a Prime like you...things might change for me." Myla said, trailing off. This statement put Tearen into a deeply furtive state of mind. Again, he didn't like the idea of having something tying him to the Underverse. Myla didn't immediately seem like a sinister character, and he would hate to leave this place feeling like he had left one person behind in exchange for another. On top of that, though Tearen wasn't sure what kind of change Myla hoped to see in herself, certain instincts compelled him to cultivate this sort of initiative in a person. A sharp gasp brought the Shadow back into the present. He traced the sharp mental spike of Myla's fear to a pile of rubble that had fallen, presumably after he had performed his most destructive ability. Jutting out from the heap of black stone were a myriad of fractured, hairy legs. Tearen smiled, then began to chuckle.
"What. What is it?" Myla asked, holding Tearen's glassy hand more tightly.
"I guess there was a spider after all. Heh." Tearen said, immediately moving on. He didn't bother explaining the source of his mirth to the succubus, but it felt good to laugh for the first time in...
...time didn't really apply to that statement. It simply felt good to laugh. After a short walk, the pair arrived at the mouth of the cave, and the Shadow smiled up at the blasphemous, cracked moons of the bruised red-purple sky.
"So...do we know where we're going or...?" Myla asked, leaning against the rim of the lava tube. The exact details of her outfit weren't pertinent, save for the face that it was terribly impractical for everything except solicitation. Now, in the light of the Underverse however, Tearen could make out the details of her face much better. The petit horns on her head had a metallic blue sheen to them, which must have been some form of lacquer or polish. Her auburn hair flowed to the small of her back, which contrasted sharply against her porcelain skin tone. Though her black makeup was heavy, Tearen could also discern faint scarring around the edges of her eyes, but from what, he couldn't tell.
"I intend to escape the Underverse." Tearen said flatly.
"Ah." Myla responded in a slightly downcast tone.
"But not by catering to Diablo's system. I will seek the Prime known as Tyrael. He must know of another way out." Tearen continued, surveying the horizon, hoping for instinct to give him some form of insight.
"Ah." Myla said, in an emphatically concerned tone. Tagging along with this Tearen guy might not work out so well for her after all. But, then again, maybe should wouldn't need to see him through to the end of his quest in order to get herself in some sort of better circumstance.
"I think I might be able to help with that." the succubus said, perking up. The Shadow turned to look at her, surprised.
"In what way?" he asked. Myla stood up straighter and pressed a thumb to her exposed chest.
"I used to run with one of the Wrecker Gangs out in the Salt Flats. Some of Joe's boys. Before that fucker-"
"Deshawn." Tearen interrupted. Myla gave him a look like he was on very strong drugs.
"...whatever. Before that fucker ate me, we were hunting Tyrael down. Rumor had it he was in the Salt Flats, and Joe wanted him for himself, obviously." Myla said, her toothy grin glistening in the violet light. Tearen nodded slowly. He hadn't heard of this 'Joe' character as of yet, but that was a matter that could be resolved at another time. For now, the Omniverse had delivered almost the perfect lead for his chosen path...which was kind of weird.
"Very well Myla. I think we can indeed be of great use to one-another." Tearen said with a smile. Myla clapped her hands together and began looking at the shattered moons overhead, trying to get a bearing on their location.
"Great, let's head out!" she said with a legitimate levity in her voice.
"Not dressed in that, you're not." Tearen said flatly.
Myla gave him a look like he had sprouted a second head, and it was on very strong drugs.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued