The Return. [Private: Laycie & Elijah.]

“Lust, eh?” Those words escaped the dark-haired female’s pale lips as her amethyst orbs glazed over the fiery, red-haired man who engaged in dissipating the frost that layered the glass windows of the Basilisk Fang guild master’s office; making it comparatively, a bit warmer. “One of the seven deadly sins.” Laycie continued, her tone adopting a more humorous manner of speaking indicated by the light chuckle that followed it. “It would make sense as to why some would run away from it; after all, who would want to be trapped within the clutches of sins? However, you do have to admit that they hold a very powerful force upon us that what most should stray from is what most walk towards. That’s what makes humans so interesting, I suppose. Their inability to drown their desires. Makes for quite a good show if I do say so myself.”

A pause and a quick closing off the eyes followed those statements as momentarily, Laycie drifted off into the confines of her own mind; her memories of that day flooding her essence. The relic being obliterated, her powers being eradicated, her mere strength being snatched away from her within the span of a few seconds. The agonizing infliction that coursed through the demon had been unlike one she had ever been subject to before. And it vexed her that her foolishness had outdone her; that she had so easily lost two important things that determine the course of her entire existence.

As her eyes opened; her being abruptly brought back to the office as her ears ringed with Elijah’s question. Laycie gazed upon him; her legs crossed exposing the finely tanned skin; the robe failing to cover much and certainly, did not leave much to the imagination. The same could be said for her upper body too; the robe hung low on her chest, the swell of her breasts clearly noticeable as the fabric slid off one of her shoulders.

Still peering at the red-haired man, she slowly ascended from the velvety sofa that she had been draped upon before and made her way over to the man in question who was situated next to the window. As she walked elegantly towards him; not losing her charisma despite, the lack of power, Laycie stood next to Elijah; their proximity quite close.

“How does it feel to be a Guild Master?” A luscious voice escaped her lips; however, tinted with a demonic touch as she echoed his question. “Powerful, supreme, dominant. Those would be some words I would choose to describe it with. I can’t deny that despite, being a demon and alive for over 200 years; the thrill that arises from the prospect of being a Guild Master is exquisite. The thought of being the one on the throne, controlling the beings that reside within the guild does give a feeling of supremacy. I’ll be honest here; I could hardly care what happens to these things within the guild; I love the position mainly due to the mere power and amusement of watching those weaker than you bow down and accept your every word to heart; treat you as if the world would be empty without your existence. Of course though, I doubt the two of us have the same perception of being a Guild Master. Whilst yours is more estimable towards your goal, mine is for selfish desires. However, despite those desires, I had every intent on pursuing your goal merely for the vast destruction of humanity that would follow it. That is where our beliefs are different, wouldn’t you agree?”

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The raven-haired demonic beauty stood there still; her hair still slightly wet, clinging to her forehead the same way the bathrobe loosely clung to her petite frame as her amethyst hues glided over the red-haired man who seemed to be lost within the depths of his own mind. However, one thing had not slipped her gaze and that was the peculiar look that had emanated from Elijah on countless occasions during their little meeting. It was a stare brimmed with a dark intent; it was a stare that clearly depicted the emotions – or emotion – brewing inside the man’s being; a stare which the woman had referred to as one of the seven deadly sins just a mere moment ago; a stare of lust. Laycie could feel it radiating from him which made the demon inwardly smirk. The dark-haired female could not deny the obvious fact that Elijah immensely titillated her which led her to believe that perhaps, this evening would turn out to be more interesting than she had planned.

As he placed a hand upon her shoulder, floods of heat rushing from his body – clearly, due to the magic he possessed – Laycie could feel the slight drops of water that lined her dark locks slowly evaporate away rendering her hair now completely dry. However, at the same time, beads of sweat slightly traced down her face and neck engulfing her entire body to a small extent as instinctively, a hand rose to wipe the side of her face whilst his hand yet remained upon her shoulder. It was odd that such mere heat had caused the woman to sweat; Hell’s heat had been far more intimidating than the one the red-haired man radiated. But her reaction such as this could be due to the fact that she had spent a majority of her time within the frigid cold and perhaps, her loss of power also made the resistance against severe temperatures escape her which again, left a sour taste outlining her mouth.

However, those thoughts were washed away as Elijah spoke; praises of her abilities and attributes as a guild master spewing out of his mouth arising an apparent smirk upon the demon’s lips. But that smirk slightly dampened at what followed next. Elijah wanted the leadership of the guild back and he made that very clear through his words. Thoughts ran through Laycie’s head contemplating the decision; a part of her had already estimated this at the first glance she caught of him when he entered the guild however, she had yet not decided upon a proper answer as a stoic countenance masked her features. Was the demon ready to give up the immense power and position that arose from being a guild master?

Heaving an audible sigh, the female shut her eyes and then, opened them again, gazing furiously at the red-haired man’s when she finally let words, her decision escape her lips. “Alright. You can have the leadership of the guild back. I’m not stupid, Elijah. Egoistic; yes but stupid; no. And I know that if I were to take you on at this current moment, I would lose, miserably. The reason for that quite simple, actually; I’ve lost majority of my powers. Well, stolen would be a better term to use.” As she put a halt to her statement, her mind wandered to the last part of his statement; about relieving her stress and a smirk crawled onto her face the same moment a thought wormed its way into her mind.

The female inched closer to the red-haired man; now, standing on her tip-toes and placing a delicate hand upon his shoulder in a seductive manner as her face lay mere centimeters away from his; her body lightly pressing against his, teasing the man. She then spoke, her voice a mere whisper laced with seductiveness as well as lust. “And what were you saying about that reward? A way to relieve my stress? I'd really love to know what that could be~” Yes, this evening would turn out to be quite extraordinary.

❚ WORDS 677 - ❚ TAGS @Idiot aka Elijah - ❚ NOTES Meh post because tired >.<"

The sudden temperature increase in the room as it violently fluctuated to the maximum caused the demon’s amethyst hues to slightly widen as those orbs glided upon the visage of the red-haired man who wore upon his lips, a smirk. The heat was indeed, immense which was clearly signified as ribbons of steam arose from the usually ice and frost painted windows; the freeze now having been brought in contact with such mass magnitudes of heat that it evaporated within a blink of an eye despite, the thundering storm of snow and hail that brewed outside. But Elijah proved with this mere action that his abilities reigned supreme, beyond that of perhaps, nature itself.

However, the windows of the guild master’s office were not the only things affected. Laycie, in fact, had been notably affected as well. Under normal circumstances, heat such as this would not have even slightly affected the demon however, ever since her vast loss of power, the heat radiating from the man that was at a very close proximity to her did in fact, get the better of her. And that was clearly signified through the flood of sweat that dripped in streaks down her face; her previously dry hair now becoming slightly damp due to the sweat. Throughout her entire frame, her body moistened significantly through the sweat pores; upon her neck, chest, stomach and all areas of her body. However, an aspect the dark-haired demon yet remained was her lineage and descent; due to the beneficial aspect of being a demon who arose from the deepest and darkest depths of Hell itself; the effect of the heat upon her was slightly less than on an average human being. Of course, losing her powers did dramatically diminish her resistance to temperature changes however, not to such an extent which she could not recover from.

But even Laycie had to admit; Elijah did render her in a heated state. Quite literally at that.

And as he whispered to her; the smirk of his effect upon her quite apparent on his face; it appeared as though his shenanigans were still not over as he proceeded to grab the demon’s bottom. This slightly surprised her, not exactly expecting such a bold action on his behalf expecting him to be a bit more in control of his lustful desires. However, the demon may have given him extra credit than he deserved. But the action did rouse out more of her own desires, instantly causing her orbs to shift their shade to crimson, the demon’s natural spectral shade. The whisper that followed after informing her about the back room yet again ignited a fiery sensation within Laycie that she had not felt in a long, long time. In fact, she could hardly ever remember when any individual – regardless of their race – had awoken such an immense amount of raw lust within her. Elijah’s effect upon her was getting a bit out of hand however, for the first ever time, Laycie decided to let it be.

“Was that increase in temperature really that necessary? Now, look at the sweaty state you rendered me in~” A husky whisper left her lips, laced with a thick layer of lust as she breathed into his ear pressing herself harder against him, tracing a delicate finger down his chest. “And oh, yes. I figured out that stress relief a long time ago. Getting to know you would be something quite enjoyable, I’d imagine~”

As if the red-haired man could not get any more fascinating, the immense demonic or rather, devilish aura that radiated from him quite literally, shocked Laycie. Her crimson orbs widened at the sinful aura that emerged from him; it was a devil’s aura. How had she not noticed this before? The dark-haired female had awoken a devil. Still in a state of shock, she slightly moved her face backwards, glancing at Elijah – whose eyes now mimicked hers in their shade of pure red – with a look of confusion, shock and fascination all merged into one. A vampire, she knew he was but a devil. This was indeed, a very beguiling discovery and if anything, it made the evening even more enthralling.

“You’re a devil.” She stated as the demon was certain of the aura stimulating amid the room originated from a devil’s. Her pale lips curved upwards into a smirk, now mimicking that of his as one of her hands went behind his neck, slowly entangling themselves within his red locks; a colour so refined that it resembled blood as her face inched closer to him again, mere centimeters apart whilst her other hand positioned itself upon his firm chest, slightly stroking it.

“This evening just got a lot more interesting, wouldn’t you agree?"

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Lips coiled upwards; eyes slit downwards, their hues hovering a haze of crimson illuminating vividly within the confines of the steel-laden room; expanses of heat curled within the compact room contradicting the flood of freeze that reigned supreme outside. Within the flamboyant red of her orbs, a linger lay; massive in its magnitude as it had slowly, yet surely awoken from its slumber upon the devilish touch of the man whose hair resembled the specter of her orbs. The feelings were mutual as the emotion ‘lust’ transfixed itself upon the visages of the two. Laycie and Elijah, both mirrored not only the exquisite and rich red of their orbs but the emotions swirling within them as well.

Soft fingers curled tighter upon the red-haired man’s locks; the beast inside of her finely, awoken from its long lasting slumber. As he spoke, her hues lay assiduously upon his luscious lips that synced with the words that flowed from them. Almost in the matter of less than a minute, her regard for the man had intensified; his true identity of a devil, when revealed to her impacted the demon significantly; it escalated not only her respect of him but her hunger of him as well, to levels unimaginable. All that Laycie desired at the moment was to be within this devil’s arms, exposed beneath him and for once, the thirst, the hunger, the lust for him approached arrays in which she would be ready to crown him king; to let his reign last and to crumble underneath his ardent touch.

As Elijah’s words; his heritage passed over into her ears; the demon listened quite inquisitively; her eyebrows slightly scrunching, her lips curling downwards slightly as he spoke of his ancestors and his distinctive nature not being classified as a simple devil but one whose inheritance travelled to the beginning of the pit of fire. The most instigating words that he echoed were two however; two identities ‘Lucifer’ and ‘Belial’. The utterance of those names lifted the previously scrunched up eyebrows into one slightly wide; the crimson hues laden with lust now blanketed with recognition. Truth of the matter be that Laycie did indeed, know the two individuals having encountered the both of them on various occasions. Lucifer was one, the demon served directly underneath; perhaps, the only one who had ever held respect and adoration within the dark-haired demon’s eyes. However, on a pleasant day within Hell which consisted of numerous echoes of agonizing screams, scorching fires emitting waves of unattainable heat and the malicious cackling of demons was when Laycie had encountered Belial; one of Lucifer’s advisors. It was perhaps, him; the only being apart from Lucifer that managed to earn the esteem and reverence of the dark-haired demon for the one known as Belial was such an intriguing fellow, he left Laycie within dirt, cofounded and mystified upon his words and ideas that respect was thoroughly earned.

Perhaps, that would establish her veneration for his grandson; Elijah Iscariot that had clouded her from the moment the demon met him. However, before a word could be uttered from the demon; Elijah dismissed the issue by a grin and a hand through her hair igniting the previously replaced feelings of lust; in more magnitudes than before. In respect of his dismissal; Laycie decided that perhaps, a conversation would occur at a later time for the flood of lust yet again painted her as he lifted her up, bridal style, her robe cascading down her frame upon the floor leaving her in only the pale-painted skin before him; one which she did not mind being exposed to in front of him at all.

As he took her to the room in which the two would indulge in each other’s arms, pale arms entangled around his neck pressing her vulnerable body to his own; her feelings of passion ignited to such an extent that wait was a tragedy at the moment. And the stare that followed with mere words after that brought up a smirk on her lips followed with a nod and a mutter of,  “It certainly will be.” before she embraced him within her clutches, not wanting to let go.

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