by Reaver » Thu Dec 10, 2015 9:34 am
Almata used the only thing left to her, her glare as she was forced to suck on the demon's cock. She could taste everything that it had fucked but to her it was just another transgression among many being inflicted on her. The Drazinor's gut had expanded with the monster's offspring, no doubt she'd be giving birth to the foul creature in an hour if not minutes, she couldn't allow that. Then she spotted her salvation. A mistake in the runes, the curve in a symbol facing the wrong way, minuscule but full of possibility if exploited properly.For the first time, Almata believed she could escape, true hope and retribution was within her grasp. Perhaps one or two spells would work but nothing grandiose enough to claim instantaneous revenge on her corrupted kin. The flame inside of her that had ebbed and flicked grew as she focused on it. The anger, fear, feeling of betrayal by Taimanin for allowing all of this to happen, the utter rage at everything, she fed all of it to the flame inside of her, letting it grow and consume her. Then she summoned it to the surface, setting herself on fire and by extension the cock inside of her.
The true burning sensation of fire on her skin was a welcome exchange for all of the degradation she had experienced so far. Drazinor were first trained to self-immolate as a way to escape capture, something Almata had foolishly decided against before but now her flames had a better purpose than turning herself to ash. She gripped her chains in her fiery hands, willing the flames to melt under her magic and willpower as she stared down Baphomet. He would have to remove his cock soon or she would burn it to a crisp. Once he did, Almata would strike, making a run for the bars, increasing the strength of her flames with every step as she looked upon Aleister's accursed face. "Your day in the sun will come and on that day you will turn to ash!" She promised as she tried to burn her way through the bars. She knew she couldn't waste anytime getting into a fight with the Drazinor but hopefully he would be too busy with maintaining Baphomet's presence to stop her escape. She didn't know where to go and she didn't care, if death came from her own flames she would welcome it.
Renegade, Mercenary, Wielder of the Shaft of Justice, Angel-Rapist, Rp Contract Killer
He enters like a shadow, exits like a Horseman of the Apocalypse.
Seen it all, done it all.
Keeper-Senpai