#entertheshadows

[shroudedshadow]

Challenge

Slivers of moonlight pierced the dark veil of the ballroom, not enough to agitate the senses of the ‘fairer’ guest that graced the event, but enough the navigate between the maidens passed about the expansive space. Their satin and silk gowns soaking up the valuable, pale light that cast glimpses of the guests’ truer forms. Forms that only accented the elegant pageantry, but still it was neither the guests nor the scenery that caught and held the attention of numerous guests. That honor belonged solely to Adjo Akhom; with his amused arrogance that told tale of his aristocracy, smoldering onyx orbs that sent ladies and gentlemen into a fluttering tizzy of anticipation, accented all by locks darker than his very heart.

Those starless midnight orbs however were fixated on another anomaly; on Luna. She danced as if it was the only way her body truly knew how to speak. Where usually she was guarded, in situations where her words would fall short these movements filled in those gaps. For the most part though his jaded black eyes, were her only audience. Something he hoped went duly unnoted as her eyes caught him standing there, his eyes alight with a challenge all too familiar among there escapades.

In dance the demoness may have him beat- but seduction was what Amadi did best, moving into the various maidens' personal space with just the right amount of promise in his eyes. He didn't just gaze at a woman, he delved into their darkest desires. With the hair as dark as sin and the smooth touch of his body following, he would steal the show from targets and accomplices tonight.

[shroudedshadow-archived]

Magnificent, twisting nebulae, painted a thousand shades of violet and crimson, crossed the sky as the male headed to the docks. As lulled by the taste of power in the air as by the power within himself, he let his legs take him ten blocks through the congested streets, thinking of all the possible beings that could emanate so naturally a power, which he would only accredit to beings such as him and his Queen and those akin to his mother.

The voices within him implored him to seek out the entity, but he wouldn’t allow that to hold him back from what he had to do. To sway Terraria, and possibly it’s heiress as well- and assassinate the that realm usurper.

The docks during the day were just as busy as they were at night, but its shadows were much shorter. He wound his way past mountains of containers, stacked up in their hundreds in anticipation for loading.

Though the shouting of men and the incessant ring of metal on metal  pleased the male, it would serve to muffle any noise in case he strayed on the path of corruption. Strange how this had become some routine, even the compensation for his tainted being, he felt as home in his current act as he would in his home dimension.  From the back streets, the whisper of the shadows, even the weaving of light about him as the destination came into view; the devils gate.

Though this is where the male felt most at home, the moment between action and reaction.

A lone shadow flashed over the males shoulders. The target reeled back, clutching at his throat and making a hideous choking noise. Crimson droplets spurted through his fingers, around the handle of an immaculate crest.  The crest of his employer- more to the point, the crest that he now owned.

Exhale

The assignment had gone off without a singular hitch; even the cleanup had not seen his insanity rear its head. Nevertheless, here he now stood on the precipice of the outside world the door still ajar from his exit, his fingers clutching at his raven locks, fighting as it rose in challenge to that immense power from earlier.

Then suddenly the corruption found an outlet in a lone worker; hands finding purchase about the humani’s throat, onyx eyes alight with madness, the moonlight not even daring strike upon his being in fear.  Control was slipping.. The humans beneath his palms deteriorating.. Then it was there that being… bringing him back by her mere presence in the vicinity.

She surpassed even his Guide’s power when in the throes of his anger- flight would serve only to leave him clueless, fighting would serve fatal. He had to find out what other being had power great enough to quell his madness, so there he awaited her. No trace of the male that had strayed too close to the devil’s gate.  

[shroudedshadow-archived]

Your mother's gone. You don't even know who your father is. What more do you have to live for? Why even bother bringing down Cain at this point? He'll get himself killed. You see, the world doesn't need gods and saviors anymore. The world doesn't need you or the one you hold dearest.

“Melody doesn’t wish for people to experience the kind of crying we have experienced, and it is not just a crying about something tragic that has befallen you, but a crying for all the terrible things that have transpired throughout history- to her, her family, her friends, her people, her enemies, and even those outside this realm.”

“Besides, this world would crumble left to it’s own devices; war, rape, pillaging. Then the mortals would attempt to construct some system of reigning themselves- while amassing weapons to kill any who opposed their system.”

Exhale

“I live for her, for my reasons, and to kill those that belittle her.”

Those in gray held no sway, for even they were not beyond his reach when calling her ‘unneeded’