01-18-2018, 03:23 PM
Armande was power and strength wrapped within the body of a man. No, he was more than a man. He was hers. The tenderness with which he drew her to him was short lived. The seduction consumed her. She transformed into the beast he found Below, though her body was clean and her hair was shining, she clawed at fresh blood. Where this being of power and death kissed her tenderly, Valeriya was his opposite, a being of ferocity and heat that was helpless as a pup in the Above. She coveted all that Armande was, and she drew him into her doing so would transfer all his power and death to her. This was her victory, and hers alone.
The Eye of the Khylsty