Re: The Green Lizard Tavern
Sylvica nods, her mind made up. "Y-yes, I accept the offer, if only for more training," she ponited out.
The instant she had said these words, was the instant she found herself bound to the chair, unable to move or even speak. The only thing she could do was stare helplessly into the hypnotic eyes of the demon who had gotten upon the table, and was moving closer with each second. When the child-like "girl" finally stopped, Sylvica found them to be at an
uncomfortable distance, or rather... a lack of distance.
"Now then my dear... I recommend closing your eyes for this part. It'll sting a bit after all..."
A ominous smile on her face, Mia tilted the chin of the immobile night elf, reveling in her confusion. And after that... forced her into a deep kiss, as a spell circle of sorts appeared beneath them, powerful energy flowing from it. Shadow tendrils began emerging from the circle, behind Sylvica, wriggling in the air for a few moments, before "impaling her", leaving no visible wound upon entry nor exit. Despite that however, the pain of being run through multiple times remained in earnest, seeming to tear at the night-elf's very existence. As the pain grew too much to bear, the necromancess slipped into unconsciousness...
A few moments later...
And with that, our contract is complete. Although I must say... you tasted better than I thought you would.
The demon was once again sitting across from the night-elf, an amused look upon her face.
"Tell me dear... how does it feel to have the mana of an ageless demon run through your veins? Or to carry your one's soul with your very own hands?"
Indicating the "white orb" which the necromancess held, and the almost agonizing (and indeed it would be, for few mortals could withstand such a quantity of power flowing through them) amount of Mana seeming to seep out from her every pore, the demon continued to look on, intrigued by what her reaction would be...