you'll have to kill me, then~ (from a very sassy archfey!sylverian >:3)
@feyrevelry has initiated CONFLICT.
SOMETHING WAS OUT OF PLACE WHEN HE RETURNED TO THE HOUSE.
Several somethings, in fact. Destroyed dishes littered a table left as etermal temptation for debors and a welcome gift for potential ones. Soft satin robes rested in a gravy-soiled pile on a rug before the fireplace. The ward keeping the incubus contained was gone, and Haarlep was preening with charming maliciousness glinting in their eyes in the doorway to the boudoir. It would have been sorely tempting to wipe the contentedness and smeared food from their form if so many objects around the House of Hope weren't so carelessly displaced. None in his charge would do such a thing.
Raphael stayed the hand of punishment for Haarlep - the treacherous beast would receive his ire later. No, upon searching himself as if grasping for a missing coinpurse, he located the hand that dared violate his realm in the dungeons. A careless and enchanting little thing creeping around bereft of clothes and common sense. Raphael's eyebrow ticked in amusement moments before he snapped his fingers to reappear behind his nudist intruder.
"Well, well..." His voice carried in a dark drawl, filling the flame-heated air of the dungeons with his physical presence. The prey had its face pressed between the bars containing a disobedient warlock, one contracted to him long before taking a golden fey patron. "You have plundered the den and reveled in what is not yours. What is a dragon to do when its hoard has been so thoroughly violated?"
A sharp yelp followed his malevolent introduction, followed swiftly by a near deafening metallic hum when a prety golden head slammed into the bars in its haste to whip around to see Raphael mere feet away. Blue eyes flashed wide, dark pupils rapidly shrinking in fear. Sylverian did not physically cow - no, he grinned in unearned confidence, but the air reeked of fear. The cambion before him breathed it in like sweet perfume, clawed fingers passing between his impressive crown of horns to smooth already perfect hair.
"You'll have to kill me then~." The little elf's cocky response was laughable. It was clear he was terrified of the seven foot tall beast now pinning him in a blazing golden glare.
Raphael's responding laugh and the speed with which he had Sylverian by the throat with the heat of hellfire licking just beneath the surface and heating his palm to a near unbearable temperature were dichotomously chilling. The audacity of this little creature had his fangs bared, claw-tips drawing blood against pale skin marred by his incubus' love marks. It thought it got the dignity of death? There was so much worse waiting for him.
"Perhaps." The devil snapped, twisting Sylverian's head roughly enough to cause whiplash to gaze at the warlock dripping blood in a trough at the back of the cell he'd been gazing so longingly into. "But then I would never know what possessed you to wander naked into my dungeon after raiding my home. Come now."
Crimson fingers clenched harder, choking the breath from that delicate neck for just a moment before loosening. Jerking the diminutive fey up against the blazing heat of his chest, Raphael growled. "Fess up, why don't you?"