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Vittoria smiled, a gracious and most pretty expression to bring life to her face, yet again, the beams of moonslight between the gaps in the wall obscured her facade. "I like that. Archon of Ashes."
But footsteps hurried outside, pricking Vittoria's ear and tilting her face towards the barn door that was half open. That smile widened when a lone man came into view.
"Dreadlord Ophir." The Initiate greeted, standing up and innocently waiting on the Dreadlord's words.
He was in his mid forties, fighting for near three decades for Vel Anir, and yet the sight he had been greeted outside with had turned his face pale. His eyes drifted to the Initiate, to the perfect visage she put on. "You defied my orders." Then his eyes went to the woman benhind Vittoria.
He sucked in a breath.
Vittoria began walking towards him, just a few feet before pausing. "You knew I would."
"I—"
"You saw me leave. I looked straight at you and you turned away. Yes, I went against orders, but you did not stop me."
"I didn't think you would be this hungry for blood and destruction!" He roared, looking every bit of a Proctor disappointed in their Initiates. Her sly smile did not help either, for he marched up to her and towered above her. "And this! She is half mutilated. What kind of girl goes to such lengths?!"
Vittoria did not answer, she kept a smile on her lips.
Ophir grabbed her by the collar, pulling her towards him. "This is an abomination. There will be a record of this, Larrainth. Punishment must be dealt." And just as quickly, he dropped his hold on her. He knew one wrong move and he could be her next target.
"Leave this place."
Vittoria listened.
After a moment, Ophir slowly stalked forward, peering down at the woman. He looked over her injuries, saw the cuts and blood on her arm. She was not going anywhere anytime soon, and perhaps would bleed out over time if a god took mercy upon them. He turned, and walked away.
But footsteps hurried outside, pricking Vittoria's ear and tilting her face towards the barn door that was half open. That smile widened when a lone man came into view.
"Dreadlord Ophir." The Initiate greeted, standing up and innocently waiting on the Dreadlord's words.
He was in his mid forties, fighting for near three decades for Vel Anir, and yet the sight he had been greeted outside with had turned his face pale. His eyes drifted to the Initiate, to the perfect visage she put on. "You defied my orders." Then his eyes went to the woman benhind Vittoria.
He sucked in a breath.
Vittoria began walking towards him, just a few feet before pausing. "You knew I would."
"I—"
"You saw me leave. I looked straight at you and you turned away. Yes, I went against orders, but you did not stop me."
"I didn't think you would be this hungry for blood and destruction!" He roared, looking every bit of a Proctor disappointed in their Initiates. Her sly smile did not help either, for he marched up to her and towered above her. "And this! She is half mutilated. What kind of girl goes to such lengths?!"
Vittoria did not answer, she kept a smile on her lips.
Ophir grabbed her by the collar, pulling her towards him. "This is an abomination. There will be a record of this, Larrainth. Punishment must be dealt." And just as quickly, he dropped his hold on her. He knew one wrong move and he could be her next target.
"Leave this place."
Vittoria listened.
After a moment, Ophir slowly stalked forward, peering down at the woman. He looked over her injuries, saw the cuts and blood on her arm. She was not going anywhere anytime soon, and perhaps would bleed out over time if a god took mercy upon them. He turned, and walked away.