Rayage watched the man slowly, drunkenly, oh so ungracefully get to his feet. When the man spouted threats and stepped towards the nuit Rayage laughed in his face, ”Maybe you could have ten years ago, mortal, but not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Not in the state you are in. Perhaps if you were a little more sober? It’s a shame that an opportunity like this is going to be passed up by the foolish mistake of drinking.” he clicked his tongue and shook his head, arms crossed, he stared at him. The nuit took a couple steps back when he saw the man ball his hand up into a fist. The distance was enough to clear him from immediate danger and watch as the man fell to the floor, ”Pathetic.” he said, casting his judgment on him. He couldn’t believe this was the man that Evalin loved. What did that say about her?
Finally, finally the girl made her entrance. Seeming to choose the moment just right the nuit smiled a rotten smile, decayed teeth and tongue showing, communicating his joy at the situation. It was too good to be true, like something out of a storybook. He almost visibly shivered, but he kept that contained as a twinge of excitement crept up his spine. ”She has come home.” he repeated her words like some mocking bird. Then he kept his silence as all the focus was now on her. He wanted to see what would become of him now. He wanted to see her burn him alive with the magic that she wielded. He wanted to see her do it, to see the last shred of her humanity taken from her by her own hand. He wanted to be there… he wanted to see the transformation himself.
He grinned a Cheshire grin as things were taking a better turn for the old man. He got to see her one last time. He wondered if the father ever expected that his daughter would be the one to burn him alive? At least he assumed her weapon of choice would be reimancy. The questions came more, and grew harsher, and it was then that the witch snapped. The girl called Evalin yelled out to not be touched, and went on and on raging. Her magic floated and flung about her wildly. The dance of flames about the room was as wild as the inner turmoil which brews inside her, if it not be a physical manifestation of it.
Seeing himself in danger the alchemist unceremoniously ran to the door. Flinging it open he stood in the entrance watching, waiting for her to finish him off. Was she too going to perish in her own flames? How ironic would that be? The nuit chuckled to himself. It mattered not if she survived this ordeal, but if she did then she would be his companion. Yes, what a wonderful ceremony! He smiled, but stepped back, out of the doorway as the flames grew and spread and whipped about. Fire and smoke sending sheets or red and black everywhere. It was hard to see and harder yet to hear as the crackling of the burning house drowned out everything in earshot. The nuit frowned and turned around and blandly walked away from the burning structure as if he grew bored of it stopping for only but a moment to notice that his cloak aflame! Quickly he tried stomped it out as if one would stomp on a bug. He did it quite a few times until he was sure the fabric would no longer burn.
It was moments later that Evalin came out, and then as if on cue the house collapsed behind her, the burning rubble finishing the old man if he wasn’t dead by the witches magic… well he was now. ”Well done.” he praised her, walking closer to her, observing the staff she now held, clapping, ”You put on quite the show. Im very proud of you.” he told her, laying on the praise like one would to an animal.
Finally, finally the girl made her entrance. Seeming to choose the moment just right the nuit smiled a rotten smile, decayed teeth and tongue showing, communicating his joy at the situation. It was too good to be true, like something out of a storybook. He almost visibly shivered, but he kept that contained as a twinge of excitement crept up his spine. ”She has come home.” he repeated her words like some mocking bird. Then he kept his silence as all the focus was now on her. He wanted to see what would become of him now. He wanted to see her burn him alive with the magic that she wielded. He wanted to see her do it, to see the last shred of her humanity taken from her by her own hand. He wanted to be there… he wanted to see the transformation himself.
He grinned a Cheshire grin as things were taking a better turn for the old man. He got to see her one last time. He wondered if the father ever expected that his daughter would be the one to burn him alive? At least he assumed her weapon of choice would be reimancy. The questions came more, and grew harsher, and it was then that the witch snapped. The girl called Evalin yelled out to not be touched, and went on and on raging. Her magic floated and flung about her wildly. The dance of flames about the room was as wild as the inner turmoil which brews inside her, if it not be a physical manifestation of it.
Seeing himself in danger the alchemist unceremoniously ran to the door. Flinging it open he stood in the entrance watching, waiting for her to finish him off. Was she too going to perish in her own flames? How ironic would that be? The nuit chuckled to himself. It mattered not if she survived this ordeal, but if she did then she would be his companion. Yes, what a wonderful ceremony! He smiled, but stepped back, out of the doorway as the flames grew and spread and whipped about. Fire and smoke sending sheets or red and black everywhere. It was hard to see and harder yet to hear as the crackling of the burning house drowned out everything in earshot. The nuit frowned and turned around and blandly walked away from the burning structure as if he grew bored of it stopping for only but a moment to notice that his cloak aflame! Quickly he tried stomped it out as if one would stomp on a bug. He did it quite a few times until he was sure the fabric would no longer burn.
It was moments later that Evalin came out, and then as if on cue the house collapsed behind her, the burning rubble finishing the old man if he wasn’t dead by the witches magic… well he was now. ”Well done.” he praised her, walking closer to her, observing the staff she now held, clapping, ”You put on quite the show. Im very proud of you.” he told her, laying on the praise like one would to an animal.
