05-18-2014, 07:21 PM
"Challenge him, Damien. I've seen him, you know, the Ascendancy. I've been in the same room as him, and he is impressive, but you could tear him apart."
Spectra's seduction was perfectly languid. Damien could not resist the allure of her charms. He leaned forward in anticipation as she used her body like an artist used a paintbrush, and Spectra was no less than Da Vinci.
"And if I were at your side..,"
Damien smiled as she moved downwards. Infused with the power of Light both heightened his senses and allowed his mind freedom. He revelled in both with equal pleasure, mind and body.
He did not move to stop her, nor did he disabuse her of any conception she held of his reaction to what she had said. She must have thought his ego reached the stars. Destroying the most powerful man in the world, proving himself greater than the greatest. It was enough to snag any man's heart.
However, Damien was not any man. What need did he have of a false pride in ego? He was not so foolish as to believe that crushing the Ascendancy - even if he could - would gain him anything more than a notorious death. Even had he managed to survive, such power was nothing but a stolen mantle. Damien had no use for such things. Power was not stolen, it was earned. He had earned his own self-assurance in his survival and mastery of the Light and no more.
But Spectra has given me something, he thought inside the shell that protected his clarity. I shall not forget.
Without a word, he allowed himself to be consumed in the moment, giving himself to Spectra to do as she would.
Spectra's seduction was perfectly languid. Damien could not resist the allure of her charms. He leaned forward in anticipation as she used her body like an artist used a paintbrush, and Spectra was no less than Da Vinci.
"And if I were at your side..,"
Damien smiled as she moved downwards. Infused with the power of Light both heightened his senses and allowed his mind freedom. He revelled in both with equal pleasure, mind and body.
He did not move to stop her, nor did he disabuse her of any conception she held of his reaction to what she had said. She must have thought his ego reached the stars. Destroying the most powerful man in the world, proving himself greater than the greatest. It was enough to snag any man's heart.
However, Damien was not any man. What need did he have of a false pride in ego? He was not so foolish as to believe that crushing the Ascendancy - even if he could - would gain him anything more than a notorious death. Even had he managed to survive, such power was nothing but a stolen mantle. Damien had no use for such things. Power was not stolen, it was earned. He had earned his own self-assurance in his survival and mastery of the Light and no more.
But Spectra has given me something, he thought inside the shell that protected his clarity. I shall not forget.
Without a word, he allowed himself to be consumed in the moment, giving himself to Spectra to do as she would.