@naamah_obyzouth: Before he spoke he felt a ting in his mind, the seed already had taken root. Something that would of in a human taken time, but now he can already feel its mind. He moved his hand over her lower torso, waving his hand over it he smiled and almost giggled. "Last time I had a child, it was an ordeal. I want to know if this one will be as well, I do not want anything to happen to the child. The last one I had, it was....harmed during birth. Gave me a bad taste in my mouth..."
He wanted to touch her, feel the child grow but waited for her to tell him it was alright. As much as the child was his, it was also hers in that she could take it. He also feared this, that she would take the child as her own and leave him without it. Twice this has happened, and he wont allow it to happen again.
@darkchild: The very being of man was composed of lies and secrecy, and secrets kill, even the strongest of being. "Turning you? Now how would she do that? Even the strongest of minds has met failure to do so. You are the most remarkable man I have met in such a long time." she flattered the Black King, all sweet like honey but her motives bitter like poison. "Simple, do whatever we can to stay alive, darling." it was simple, her plan was to do whatever it took to remain alive and unscratched in this war, but the chances of that was unlikely. Angela had a habit of crossing many people in the past, sooner or later she would pay for such actions. "Remember before my absence, you gave me your blood? All I need now is theirs. All of them. You can do that for me, can you?"
@m-174: "Sour? No, just unimpressed that's all. I would expect much better entertainment, especially from the likes of a DHFC member such as yourself." she teased, though her methods were much more cold and blunt, so bitchy and catty-like. Impress she was, the telekinetic refinery of the Black Bishop was a slight amusement for the Black Queen. Her eyes bestowed with enlightenment at a display of power, most would keep their talents hidden for the upper hand and surprises.
"My leave of absence is of no concern to you, dear. What I do is mines alone, you haven't gain the privilege and trust to acquire such information." taking a small sip from the bitter red wine, Angela smack her lips, and swirl the crimson liquid as she gentle shook the glass between her fingers. "You know of me, but sadly I can't say the same for you. Tell me, darling. What is your name again?" it felt as if the Black Queen was mocking her lesser court member, but Angela was fishing for info, she didn't even know the name of the Black Bishop herself.
Smiling he knew she would only want these things if she did not trust anyone, a fact he did not enjoy but at the same time he would allow it for the moment. He moved in close and touches her cheek softly, caressing it tenderly like a lover would. But deep inside he knew, the only woman he touched in such a way was never going to be Angela. "I can do this my Black Siren, but I do not believe it to be wise. If they find out about this, they will distrust us further. And my plans for the future hinder on everyone within the club trusting me, for I to have the ability to perfect my race I need power. Power that Xandra and this club can give me......BUT!" He held up an extended index finger as if telling her to wait on his word "But,....IF you were to convince me to think otherwise. That would be something, As I am a demon. And all of us even Hellions can be persuaded by a deal, we can all become Crossroads. As long as the deal and reward is enough to peak our interests."
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