@seraphiimx location: the STREETS notes: :knifekittyemoji:
Rome was recovering from the archsatyr’s madness, powerful magic, though it wasn’t as if Hyrsam had managed it alone. The satyrs made it possible, not to mention Hyrsam’s father, while the Prince of Fools was formidable and unpredictable, it was his sire that was the true threat. Idly her mind played over what Lloth would think if the drow slid her blade between the archfey’s rib cage, took him by surprise and watched the light fade from their eyes. That was the thing about Gods and their aspects, they considered themselves simple deaths but Evanuris had watched the divine light fade from enough angelic features to know that God or man fear looked the same on everyone.
Night quiet as those affected by the seraphim’s plague rolled over the city, the only that were unaffected were those who belonged to the realm of the undead. Lloth’s favour wasn’t enough to be undone by a simple plague, and while she wandered unfamiliar streets she took in the glow of the moon above. Most of her life had been spent below within the Abyss, but there was a time when she’d wandered Sehanine’s gardens at her side, laughing while conspiring with a dagger behind her back. Evanuris hoped that the Goddess could see her now.
“For someone without a heartbeat,” The drow turned towards the creature that had been stalking her for the last few blocks, “you make an awful lot of noise.” A derisive look trailed from the other’s feet, up his legs, over his torso, and then rested on the youthful creature’s features. Practically a thread away from mortal, was he going to attack? That would be interesting, but everyone in this realm was so brash and headstrong. Glory and battle and blah blah blah. There was nothing glorious about battle, men drowned in the mud and people shit themselves before death. The quickest way to a man’s heart was through his back.
