Festering Tension
Ivory's features remained unchanged. She'd lost all ability to care about the elder demons hatered for her and her once lover. "He died in the most honorable way, saving my life." She then tilted her head to the side with a seemingly insane smile, "Who said /I'd/ be dying~?"
"You have disgraced us, Ivory," The demon spoke rather coldly- suddenly stopping directly infront of her, looking down at her with those piercing eyes. Once soft and loving, but alas, her mourning had caused the demon to go through some rather drastic growth.
She pressed a finger to Ivory's neck- tenderly. More delicate than a feather. The same fingers that could deliver pleasure and the worst of pains. With one movement, she could dig into the other's neck and end her pitiful life, but alas, Mariku always wanted to create a scene.
"Lucifer has no need for you, and frankly," She slowly crept her fingers up her neck- allowing a sly smile to cock at her lips, "Neither do I. You... You will not be included in the world I create. I will give you this chance- the chance I never had..."
With that, she withdrew her hand and turned her back to Ivory, smile growing, "Run. Have the head start I was never given."
