Ivéda & Revenge Season

Contradiction du rencontre: Critical

It was as if his body numbed; immobilized on its own. His nerves trembled, barely able to feel the sting that pierced his chest. Had Isaïe set off a trap and not even notice? It was no wonder his little brother couldn't survive. How could he when even the most capable one turned helpless?

Faeries hid among the draping, entangled branches of trees. And only one stepped forward. Her walk graceful, her delicate, translucent wings fluttering just slightly behind her.

Ivéda's eyes were her most prominent feature, and while he'd remembered she'd looked like a child, it was clear to him now that it was all Glamour Magick. A make-believe appearance to declare her innocent. To gain her the trust of people. Because at this very moment, she resembled a FairyQueen. The complete opposite of a kid, and the blueprint of a vicious woman.

Her head held high, and her jawline well-defined. Though her body was nothing less than a pile of bones and skin the color of ashes, the tight-fitting, iridescent dress she wore pronounced her prideful status. She was greatly feared among her peers.

She came to a stop over him, her gaze that of a Siren's. "Your kind is so dramatic."

That voice... That blood-curdling voice. Dripping with mockery.

"Isaïe..." She whispered. His name rolled off her tongue in a way that made him grit his teeth. She lowered herself down, cupping his cheek with colorless claws that could s***h right through his skull. "Dying of a Mitocide bite is an easy way to go, isn't it?"

A bug bite? The sting, was it?

"Paralyzed," she taunted, her head tilting to better meet his eyes. "Alone. With the enemy." A smile made its way to her face, the pointy tips of what seemed to be fangs, glimmered from beneath her glossed lips. "I assume I can kill you. But why do that when..." Glancing to the side, Isaïe saw the glint of evil in her pool of green light.