"One of our allies receive inception to breathe demise by your turncoat noble" The woman with a dark starry blue ankle-to-floor length tunic said with a flourishing emphasis within resentment, while the garment below the tunic of depth like hollow scatters the base and the cape-like see-through wrapped around her shoulder to waist. The Heads of the Malice nodded unhurriedly, around the tremendous stone they gather. "Little by little that fragile aristocrat will destroy us all, our prosperity, the land we conquer, as well the aspects we achieve will inhume under from lies, turmoil, and a standing  traitor!" A red man with spikes on his arms and legs, amber and virescent eyes, and horrifying broad wings - he yelled the voice of his wrath circumvallate the place with echoes of hostility. Several of them agreed with both of Talina's mankind opinions.
"We all concede that this man is not our man we remember forthwith on, I presume" The man with long horns that lay deep that surpassed his chin or jaw. Flexuous of poison run down and above his pale. Tangerine eyes like sunset at nigh but afar it is like the dim of a lonely star. The deep voice with a beautiful accent like Scottish can conduct your body to aquiver down your crest. Each of the fiends and masters understands one another's beliefs - as they notice Talina's orb that Kristinov was not fulfilling their strategy great enough. The cold breeze of darkness hopping through below and above their skull and their resentment, ingrate and atrabilious bestrew and replenished the room more as they overthought about it.
"Let us deliver him one more opportunity that he will prove to us that he is one of us" the woman said with polka green dots attached to her complexion, a long silk hazel hair surpassing her end and the brims of darkling like an opaque void.
Her soft voice can mesmerize Aerline's mankind with a beamish smile and her alluring tone can attract men to her - this happens once with Kristinov, the moment he barely slew her. "You like him, you prostitute, hardly can not neglect what he committed to you" the man with lengthy horns with venom wrapped around his pale spoke once more. "Beshrew thee upon you for telling me a prostitute, you Goat!" The woman screamed the voice of desirable evanescent evolve to breathe shrieking of bitterness as she reply to an insult. The two gazes of Talina's ally fight within the words they weren't comfortable with.
"Cease this rubbish once and for all!" The Queen screamed all of her breath of resentment that she kept - vaporizing at the top of her boiling feeling. After she screamed, the moment of silence struck in as the breeze unhurriedly embarked through the area. The sigh of fury with a squinching eye and latching their sight from the man with horns and woman-like succubus veered around their head in different paths shortly. "I possess a great suggestion, how about, let us forge a strategy to break Aerline's and our traitor's relationship instead?" The woman with a black veil in front of her was known as the Black Widow of the Malice, her voice was deep which can create a tingling in every nerve of every unman. "That perfidious knight was once a great extraordinary noble I ever know through the dark ages, I feel horrible for doing that to my peerless paramour" she said sadly while her fingers stroked her silky frock wrapped around her waist.
After declining the suggestion from the Widow while her sight headed below - she perk up and then glared at the vast window of effulgent twilight. The other masters head their eyes where the Queen glare. The woman with a deep lacustrine dress that matches the starry gloaming, points her lips above and then blows as she commences her brim to form a circle to create a kiss puff. Mist of galaxy haze drifted above their heads after the woman blew. Speck of dust forming a noble darkling knight. The Queen and the others behold the woman's power she created above. "Let us fold a  ballot and heave it to the midst I built, shall we?". Everyone agrees after they hark to the hums from the haze and the emphasis tone from the woman - giving rise to the feeling to concede to her whatever she says.
The man with no face, the man like the butler of Malice passes a torn paper on each of the heads of the Malice. An empty eld torn paper to scribe their vote. The other heads use their blood to scribe the torn with a quill that has been provided to them and the others wield their psyche and dark mysticism to scribe their choices or option. After they throw their paper into the heavens haze - they stand up. The Queen will read about each one's choices on the paper they inscribe. The Queen will choose the better option and let it out - the heads will raise their hand if they decide what is favorable. The paper flew around the stygian mist of like void and the flaxen stars scatter around to create a dim. As the Queen raises her hand to see the messages through the folded ballot with her orifices. She snaps her fingers and then one eld paper ran through her and then at last she snatch it.
"Do you believe it will help perchance, Your Majesty?" The man with no face mumbled while standing behind the Queen. The monsters growl - the Queen can hark from the emptiness. "I execute not" The Queen replied while caressing her chin with her pointed rufescent nails. Her legs sat above her pale thigh, the silky frock laying low at the aspect of her low paunch and surpassing her pale legs. "Matins, Your Majesty" the butler lets out with a deep accent through his mumble as checks the vast window above the huge sylvan gates sans his sights. The Queen looks up with a sigh and then she stroke the end of her strands. Talina is weary again, all the things she stole and ruined were not enough until the Knight interrupted his quest to accomplish - everything came to be a catastrophe.
The lucent moonlight strikes her beamish blonde and a howl of chillness above twilight run through the Queen's pale as she strolls to the mere. Every step she makes with her heel roots creates the dirt into a malefic sprout above the footsteps of her heels. She crouches as she finally reached the dew pond nigh the highest tree. The frock of her starry blue is scattered below. The Queen cast dark magic while fluttering her hand on the shallow. A blue fervid light shines through her gazes after casting her dark spell. A speck-like firefly drifted and disperse to form an orbit to behold what the Queen wishes to see.
A loud whip echoes the cells of the travail of great enormity. The moans of a whimpering man, the Queen can hear after the strike of a powerful whip from what she discerns. Noisome scent bestrew around the cell - flesh, and blood. The man with a mask that is coated with many claws on his silk disguise. Woman with sensual clothing caressing her thighs while biting her flaxen lips - enjoying watching the man tortured by his master. "Oh Jayvel, you great mischievous" The Queen slowly told while clapping her hands. Jayvel turned his head to glimpse his Queen with a smile that he recognize the tone of his Queen through the orbit like a portal. The woman bestowed them privacy, tip-toeing to the opening, her tangerine hair laying to the side of her neck to her bosom, with an uncomfortable stillness as she walks out of the torment cell.
"I expect why you are here, Your Majesty?" Jayvel asked with his mask on still while stroking the ends of his whip - the Queen can only hark a mumble coming from him. "I here to lend a quest, I pray thee to finish off it" The Queen whispered with a grin  - the moment she talks softly to Jayvel, the blue dress of hers gradually turned into silvery just like the brume encircled on the great stygian wilderness in the twilight. "I do, I choose to hear it out, Your Majesty" Jayvel bowed as he bend his knee over to kneel upon his Queen to accept her offer or quest that has to be accomplished at all cost. "I thank thee for your loyalty" The Queen whispers - the last words after saying what she commands to him before she will leave.
Jayvel heard a thump from the chamber way, the sound of metals clanging as the vibrations rippled through the metal as someone knocks. "Come Inside!" Jayvel yelled as he, at last, took his guise that looks uncomfortable to wear. The woman arrives in, crossing her legs while she strides in. "New quest, Master?" The woman said it so alluring with a sensual grin - an enthusiasm prepares to kill with his master. "You wicked lamb, you eavesdropping us, eh?" Jayvel clenched her waist tightly as he gets nigh to her, his forearm was draped behind her and the woman whispered to him nigh to his ear - she whimpers how orgulous she felt with him. "Yes dear, We will kill my lamb," he said at the side of her soft neck with a whisper and then bites to get blood from her blanch complexion - as he sucks it heavy, the woman whimpers with reddening upon her cheeks.
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"What do you wish for me to do, tell him that you flee because you bestowed her a flower? You know that will not work Lynx, What if he attempts to slay me?" The mage mumbled it so fast from apprehension and touched his little finger and swiveling lenity while his head headed below with his iris aquiver. Aerline shook her head while both hands were separate to clasp her cheeks to coat herself from seeing the mage that she was frightened to discern the Knight - madding again. Both of them stare at each other with fear. "I believe he despises me, would you help me to get out of here, I have been informed you to help me out of this situation that I am stuck for more than a week" Aerline let her ire out that she held and coated with fear and dolour and more lachrymal that she let her tears subside to her freckles.
"I do not know what to do to help you Lynx, it is better to tell this to Kris" He said while his head headed to her abdomen but his sights gaze at her extraordinary emerald iris. "I cry your mercy?" Aerline was shocked to heed these words reaching out of his shaking brims and she does not prefer to speak to Kristinov because she stood still terrified of him - she tries to withstand her fear but it kept obstructing her destiny to battle the fear within. "Why me? What is the heaven of God's name why did he select me? I do not know any unman of enchantment and exploration, I want you to help me pray thee Vëctlör" Aerline pleaded as she clasp her warm hand to the frigid hand of the mage that was sweating over belief.
Aerline bowed her head as she begged more and more - the darkling hair was enclosing her pulchritude face with suspicion. She was biting her lips, endeavoring to make them bleed her rosy lips that are wrapped with pale barely. The mage cast his magic to hold up her hair to see the mage her expression he wanted to sweep her tears. The mage can see how Aerline is still handling this problem, she does not want to proceed on this journey with the mischievous killing machine. The mage lay his forehead above Aerline's head to feel her as the magic of blue viridescent blur glisten amble around them. The magic he cast was mystic of wisdom or the spell to boost her to fight her anxiety that that gleam that flew around will go through her essence.
Slowly and slightly the feeling of pressure finally evanescent by itself from the great support from the mage's promising sorcery.
"Everything will be barely fine" The mage lifts his head to gaze Aerline after snatching Aerline's shoulder with both hands to lay above her shoulder to soothe her down. She heeds clarion and she strives to calm down - halting herself to shove herself again. The moment she saw Kristinov standing above the ichor floor, a gauntlet that has prevailed imbrue with the violence she glimpses and the fervid that reflects the Knight's emotion - deep rufescent like the rise of the red moon. Lifeless above the floor with many gore great turmoil came in like a hurricane. She does not see some maiden on the footing but guards, knights, and limited villagers that have perished sans farewell. The moment she was abducted, the moment below the rain - the knight stood stilly with the thick breathing she can heed from a short distance. She espy a strange love coming through his actions towards her and every quest he accomplished with her, the place where they roam different habitat and the place where Aerline has begun n to thrive her power as Helian and to learn her mystic.
She pants as she opens her eyes to a glimpse of haze magic disappeared. "How fare thou?" The mage asked while his hand has not left her shoulder yet. Vëctlör rubs Aerline's shoulder rapidly to make her comfortable as he never gave attention to her response eventually. The mage only hears a mumble and a whisper. "Can you repeat that, Lynx?" He asked while his eyes squinching, struggling to hear her soft voice of fear whimpered to get on back to her horrible moment - the image that is pinned inside her mind persisted. "I can not do this, go thy way" She attempts to leave after the mage helped her but it will never serve because the darkness is devouring her slowly.
The mage can sense it, Talina was influencing her beamish essence to transform to grey. "What does that Queen of Mischievous have done to you?" The mage asked with confusion and trying to think how he can enable her ethereal bloom to thrive more to the brume of opaque that undertakes to cover her heart and reckoning how the Queen manage to murder her slowly. "Can I beg that if you recall anything that you are with the Queen? The mage asked while his thick brow raise as well as his upper lip lifted with concern.
Likewise, Aerline indeed can not remember if she is with the Queen after beholding herself with nothing on at mere with falls.
"I remember noticing Sir Fenock and Sir Jhàrold, worrying as they discover me" Aerline caresses her back of her neck up and down till she makes herself relaxed.
Suddenly, they heard an outcry outside, so loud that they can still hear it afar. The knell above the tower rang hard to betoken the others. A blast of heat appeared on several houses and shattered great walls. "Great Angel of Supernal, may I beg what is arising?!" The mage shouted after sprinting to the window next to the entrance to see what is going on after both of them suddenly heard a scream and magic of like destruction and turmoil occurring outside.