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As she strode into Spades territory, hunting for him, she was unsure whether to be impressed or disgusted. The mess that the Spade rats hid in was no Devil's Avenue, which made the constant back and forth between their gangs to be all the more infuriating. She never expected that the Spades Gang would be easy to push over, though no one could deny how intense her rage was when she got a report of her own gang losing scuffles with them. Territory was a precious thing in the Stronghold. They all knew it. Just as she expected they all knew she was not willing to give even an inch of what was hers away to anyone else.

That was exactly why she had come.

No to wage war or create chaos (though doing so would be an obscenely easy task), but to create a sort...peace. She was not foolish enough to think it would last, but her own machinations would progress all the better if she did not have to concern herself with the Spades gang for a time.

The robe she wore flowed behind her with each confident step as she headed directly to where she knew she would find him. He was, like all men, predictable in her eyes, though that meant achieving her goals for this evening would be all the easier. Atlas was incredibly irritating. Smart like her and unyielding when it came to allowing his own gang to be pushed aside in favor of her. She supposed she liked him just as much as she would have liked to have his head on a spike in her office. But the fact that she knew him made locating him all the easier if his stink did not (truly, he did not stink, though she always liked to imagine he did).

Of course, she did not know Spades territory nearly as well as they did. Those rats were always so clever with their tunnels, but intimidation was something she excelled in. She snatched some foolish man by the shirt and around some hidden corner, and...encouraged him to tell her exactly where her rat liked to hide away. He was unwilling, of course. Fool. After a handful of broken bones and a bit of blood that she smeared on her lips like lipstick later, she knew exactly where to go.

And so did, finally strutting into his room like it belonged to her.

“Atlas, mon petit caneton,” she greeted him with sweet words that hardly veiled her distaste. “We have much to discuss.” And with those words, she shrugged off her robe, allowing it to pool by her feet and reveal the red sheer lace lingerie she had chosen to wear specifically for him. “I do hope you have time for me.”

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Posted 08-30-2021, 09:36 PM This post was last modified: 12-28-2022, 09:07 PM by Lilith Delavigne

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Lilith's appearance was as expected as one could believe when, fifteen minutes before, a Spades low card came huffing and puffing into the lower chambers of the Crossroads, seeking Atlas out. It impressed the Ace, for he was a hard man to find, but moreso troubled him that Lilith could so easily saunter into his territory, take out a few of his lackeys and make her way over in a time so brisk Atlas could barely shrug on his overcoat and slink out to meet her.

He expected she'd make her appearance soon, grand and spectacular in her true fashion. So all he merely had to do was sprawl in the tufted, cushion chair that pointed towards the yawning black darkness, wrapped in elegant red velvet opaque with a layer of dust and dirt, and wait.

To the naked eye, it would have appeared pitch black. But Atlas was Infected, and he knew Lilith reeked of it too, so there was no need to flick on the little gas lamp that hung by a rusted chain above them. He figured he would meet her, stolid, hands rested comfortably on the arms of the chair and booted feet poised flat on the ground. But after a few minutes of sitting still he grew restless. Began picking at a spry thread in the fabric of the seat; shifted, first slightly, then his lower body entirely, so his leg was propped up on one of the arms and he rested his head impatiently against a clenched fist. In his other hand, he twirled his silver dagger, sharpened point rested dangerously on the pad of his finger while the handle spun on the velvet arm.

She appeared shortly after. He smelled her, first, amidst the mold and musk of the underground. It was all that he could pick up before he saw her, for her feet were soundless. Such would explain why she was able to slip past his guards so easily. On her delicate face rested an expression that was as deadly as it was beautiful. The robes she wore, so teasingly casual, especially in a meeting amidst giants, slipped from her shoulders to reveal her svelte, lean body beneath. Her skin glimmered like an untouched, underground spring.

The corner of his lips curled, reflecting the cool displeasure in her eyes. "Lilith. Isifebe esimnandi." The acrid tone juxtaposed the natural elegance of the zulu language, suggesting that it was perhaps not the nicest turn of phrase. His blue eyes, like a clear summer sky blanketed in smoke from a wildfire, appraised her body briefly, but he was careful to keep a guarded expression and said, with feigned disinterest, "Please put your robe back on- you'll get a cold."

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Posted 09-06-2021, 08:20 AM

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Oh, her dear Atlas had such a way with words. She did not understand them, of course, for he spoke some foreign tongue she could not be bothered to learn, but that did not stop her from smiling as if he had offered her the sweetest of compliments, even when she heard the venom in his tone.

Such was the game they played of faux pleasantries and cruelties laced with a sweetness no one else could taste. She enjoyed their game as much as she assumed he did, for it would be played for all eternity, or, until one of them managed to kill the other.

But what was the fun in that?

Her sweet little rat was but that, a rat, and she knew well enough how to toy with one, just as she knew how to toy with anyone — seduction. Be it with saccharin promises or a taste of her flesh, Lilith always got her way. The idea that someone would not desire something she possessed was ludacris. Anyone could be bought, for the right price, and Atlas? oh, she was certain she knew what would buy his favor, for a time anyway.

Men were easy creatures to please and not even infection could change that. A pound of flesh for a time of peace did not seem like anything her little rat would turn down. That assurance was precisely why she ignored the blade he played with so carelessly, as if it could not be used against her, as if she did not see it.

She wanted all of his attention on her.

And so, when began to toy with her, as if her very being was alluring, her smile grew sweeter, as though she did not find it irksome.Yes, she enjoyed how they played, but even she knew matters of lust were time sensitive, fickle things (and honestly, who wouldn’t want her?). She had not come to let his blood cool before she had a chance to use it against him. “Atlas, ma coquine,” she purred, nearly hissing his name.

“If you fear I shall get a cold—” She remained where she was, trailing a finger slowly down the curve of her breast as she stared deeply into those beautiful, vexing blue eyes. “—then keep me warm.”

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Posted 12-29-2022, 12:43 AM

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Visions flashed behind his eyes - a nightclub pulsing with chromatic lights, lovely caramel curves undulating with the steady rhythm of the music, amber eyes that reflected yellow when they caught the light, like those of a serpent lying in wait.

Caramel curves gave way to pale skin, yellow eyes to chilling green. However, the lust that that coursed through him was different this time. It was not a lust for soft kisses and meaningless whispers - no, it was one for power, control, to watch that sweet, white flesh split beneath his claws and give way to muscle and sinewy. His interest slipped to something less restrained as a delicate finger ran over the soft swell of her breast - coy, inviting, and he found his mouth salivating at the promise of blood.

One might think he had the advantage - deep in Spades territory, a knife in his hand, made deadlier by the lethal skill he possessed, whereas Lilith only had lace, silk and pretty words. But this was Lilith, and if Atlas had learned anything in their back and forth game, it was that she always, always had a larger plan stirring in her head.

”Oh, I would rather not.” Atlas drawled, leaning back in his seat once more. Despite his words, his attention full and rapt on the alluring woman before him. ”On the contrary, your suffering delights me. Now that I think about it, why don’t you take the rest of it off?”.

He flicked his wrist, sending the point of the dagger upwards, it’s silver blade flashing suggestively. ”I’ll even lend a hand.”.

At this point, he was smiling. And it may have even been attractive on the handsome lines of his face - but instead, it was a twisted, ghastly motion of his lips, made even more wicked by the inhuman glint of his smoky eyes.

”Why the sudden visit, anyway?” he asked, circumventing to a more direct line of inquiry, as too much tip toeing tended to bore him, even when it came to the tantalizing Lilith. ”If I had been given a warning, I would have cleaned the place up a bit.”

“Clean” meaning to rid of the discarded remains of Atlas’ last feeding victim - a pile of bone and the less tasty parts of the human body lying in a corner of the room, the hum of fly wings aurating around it.

”Not that this is unwelcome.” he added, not to spare Lilith any hard feelings, but rather to allow for another opportunity to let his eyes roam her body, to soak her in in the rare opportunities she permitted it. Seeing Lilith like this was akin to drinking untainted blood - rare, intoxicating and always left him thirsting for more.

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Posted 01-01-2023, 09:05 PM This post was last modified: 01-01-2023, 09:06 PM by Atlas

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