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Delia have you pegged Will yet?
Was this question being asked to her here, in public? In broad day light? As she turned her head, scanning the location, she assessed her location and answered accordingly, "I have pegged him to be a kind and trustworthy fellow that makes friends easily."
"Is that not the question?"
"Hold the phone. So you can make jokes and I can't?"
"..good to know."
"So you're saying I am unreasonable and emotional?"
"Okay yeah, okay gotcha..."
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He continued looking at her as she walked towards him. Killian's brown eyes were admiring her silhouette, the shape of her wings, the way her hair bounced as she walked, the beautiful crimson color of her skin, she was undoubtedly a perfect specimen.
"Delia," he repeated. "I must confess that this is not my first time, seeing a demon in its full form. I've encountered many formidable monsters in my time, but it's precisely the enigmatic and powerful beings like you that intrigue me." The hunter continued talking, this time taking his hat off.
He was not afraid, in fact he thought it would be useless to start a hunt here and now, she appeared cooperative and seemed easy to converse with, not like those other monsters who just howl and try to spread fear to be left alone, "Were you turned into a demon or were you just born that way?" Carefully, he took a cigar out of one of his pockets and with a silver looking lighter, he lit it. "Do you mind if I enjoy one of these while we talk, Queen?"
"Your fascination with enigmatic beings is intriguing in itself. It seems we share a mutual curiosity."
She observed him removing his hat, thinking his lack of fear and the genuine desire to engage in conversation was surprising. Most encounters with her kind often ended in fear or violence. It seemed too good to be true, so she decided to cautiously reciprocate his openness.
"To answer your question, I was not turned into a demon," Delia replied, her tone carrying a hint of mystery. "I was born this way, a creature of both light and shadows, shaped by forces, maybe beyond even my own understanding. My mother's is the beautiful and vain Queen Grimhilde, and my father is the dreaded Horned King who is one of the most powerful Demon Kings who lives in a floating palace over a volcano."
Delia watched as Killian retrieved a cigar from his pocket and lit it with a silver lighter. She arched a delicate eyebrow, intrigued by his nonchalant demeanor. "Feel free to indulge in your cigar, Killian," she giggled, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "I assure you, it won't affect me in the slightest."
As the smoke seductively curled in the air, Delia continued, her voice resonating with a quiet intensity. "Tell me, Killian, what draws you to beings like me? To venture into the realm of the mysterious and face the unknown? You're either one of the most bravest of the men out there- or incredibly foolish~" she teased in a melodic tone.
"Ilyas, have you forgotten me so soon?" *pouty Delia*
“Well, ma’am, what have you done recently for me to remember you by?”
"And don't you dare mention your books."
"So, I have to earn my right to be remembered? Otherwise it's no use? I'm that easily forgettable..."
"No it's okay, Ilyas. Heard you loud and clear."
Delia, is it possible to sleep with someone you "once had" romantic feelings for but they couldn't (or wouldn't) return them ... Is it possible, is it healthy to sleep with someone like that ... no strings attached?
"Well... could be?"
The demoness took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes momentarily lost in the wet, dark abyss of her memories. Then, she continued, her voice tinged with a mix of caution and understanding.
"Before you embark on such a path, it is crucial to honestly assess your own emotional state and intentions," she advised. "Ask yourself if you can truly detach your feelings and avoid the pitfalls of lingering hopes or expectations. Consider whether engaging in such an encounter would truly serve your well-being and personal growth. That should be your priority, overall."
@mythosisms Plans of Conquer || Delia & Cassian
Delia's demonic form exuded an aura of seductive darkness as she approached Cassian, her smirk widening with a chilling gleam in her fiery eyes. Her voice, laced with a sinister edge, dripped with a calculated malevolence as she revealed her sinister plan.
"I know of a kingdom, Cassian," she whispered, her words carrying an icy chill that can send shivers down anyone's spine. "The Moorlands, a realm of the fae, where chaos and conflict have reigned for centuries. Its ruler, a being of devastating cruelty, has inflicted untold suffering upon other subjects."
Her words hung in the air, each syllable punctuated by a quiet menace. Delia's voice, tinged with a dark delight, conveyed her anticipation for the challenge ahead. As she continued, her tone grew more intense, her words weaving a tapestry of impending doom.
"Join me, I know with my guidance, you can do it. I believe, with my entire heart, you were made to be a conqueror."
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“Do you know how much power you give off? the things you can do with that … is astronomical” /Cassian to Apollymi
The Atlantean princess looked over her shoulder at the figure that just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Thin air, perhaps. But she was confident about her ability to defend. His words, acknowledging the power she possessed, intrigued her. The weight of her abilities was a constant presence in her life, and she had spent years honing and understanding the vast potential within her.
Her eyes, shimmering with an otherworldly glow, locked onto Cassian's gaze as she considered his statement. There was a flicker of intrigue in her expression, but she remained composed, her regal demeanor unwavering.
"Indeed, the power within me is formidable," Apollymi replied, her voice carrying a melodic yet authoritative tone. "But it is not something to be taken lightly or exploited. I have spent a lifetime learning to control and channel this energy for the greater good."
With strong arms behind her back, she strode closer to Cassian, her movements fluid and graceful. The faint scent of the ocean permeated the air around her, a reminder of her deep connection to Atlantis. Her eyes bore into his, searching for any signs of ill intent or manipulation.
"Before we proceed, demon, I must understand your intentions," she continued, her voice laced with a subtle warning. "For power, in the wrong hands, can lead to chaos and destruction. If you seek to exploit or harm, know that I will not hesitate to protect what is mine."
I want to make a home for you. I want to be a home for you.
Killian stood hidden among the trees, his hunter's instincts finely tuned to the unfolding spectacle before him. The transformation was nothing short of mesmerizing, there was no doubt, she was a demon. A flicker of respect crossed his eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his hat, as he admired her fearlessness.
The tension felt heavy between them when they locked gaze, just a moment after her growl and after Killian finally stepped out from behind a thick oak. His attire was rugged and practical, well-suited for his line of work, and a silver amulet hung around his neck, bearing ancient elvish runes meant to protect him from dark forces.
"Queen of Shadows, eh?" Killian spoke calmly, unbothered. "Name's Killian. I didn't come here for a fight, but when I sensed your transformation, well, I had to see for myself. I hope my innocent curiosity doesn't bother you, madame."
He made no sudden moves, keeping a cautious distance, but his eyes remained locked onto the demon's fiery gaze. "I'm here to talk, not to challenge and you seem quite lonely. Care for a conversation and some company, Queen of Shadows?"
Dark elvish runes? They were not new to her, but she only kept it in the back of her mind, for her curiosity had taken over. With a regal tilt of her head, Delia's voice, bearing its demonic resonance, responded to this man's proposition. "Killian, hunter and protector, your curiosity does not go unnoticed. You have approached me with respect and an open mind, which sets you apart from many who would seek to confront. I am Delia, and I accept your offer of conversation."
Maybe she should soften her stance, she thought. Her wings, still spread wide, gracefully folded against her back as she took a step forward, closing the distance between them with measured grace. The shadows that clung to her form seemed to retreat slightly, revealing the intricate patterns etched into her own reddish skin.
"I warn you, Killian, my nature is not easily understood, and my power can be overwhelming. But if you possess the courage to face the depths of my being, then I welcome your innocent company and the exchange of words." Delia's narrowed eyes held a mixture of challenge and caution as she awaited Killian's response, prepared to open a door to a conversation that could bridge the divide between their worlds. "So go on- ask away."
Changes in Delia's Voice Based on Form
When in her Demon form, her voice takes on a deeper resonance, as if echoing from the depths of a vast cavern, even when she isn't in one. It carries a rich, velvety texture, tinged with a touch of darkness and power. Delia's words resonate with an undeniable authority, commanding attention and respect from those who hear them.
Within the depths of her voice, there is a subtle undercurrent of an ancient language, an echo of forgotten tongues and arcane incantations. It weaves through her words, adding an enigmatic allure to her speech, hinting at the depths of her demonic knowledge and the secrets she holds.
As she speaks, the very air seems to vibrate, carrying the weight of her presence and the intensity of her emotions. Her words can be both seductive and intimidating, capable of instilling fear or drawing others into her thrall. There is an undeniable magnetism to her voice, a magnetism that captures attention and demands acknowledgement of her raw power.
