Dark Blaze

Chapter 25

"One of our allies receive inception to breathe demise by your turncoat noble" The woman with a dark starry blue ankle-to-floor length tunic said with a flourishing emphasis within resentment, while the garment below the tunic of depth like hollow scatters the base and the cape-like see-through wrapped around her shoulder to waist. The Heads of the Malice nodded unhurriedly, around the tremendous stone they gather. "Little by little that fragile aristocrat will destroy us all, our prosperity, the land we conquer, as well the aspects we achieve will inhume under from lies, turmoil, and a standing  traitor!" A red man with spikes on his arms and legs, amber and virescent eyes, and horrifying broad wings - he yelled the voice of his wrath circumvallate the place with echoes of hostility. Several of them agreed with both of Talina's mankind opinions.

"We all concede that this man is not our man we remember forthwith on, I presume" The man with long horns that lay deep that surpassed his chin or jaw. Flexuous of poison run down and above his pale. Tangerine eyes like sunset at nigh but afar it is like the dim of a lonely star. The deep voice with a beautiful accent like Scottish can conduct your body to aquiver down your crest. Each of the fiends and masters understands one another's beliefs - as they notice Talina's orb that Kristinov was not fulfilling their strategy great enough. The cold breeze of darkness hopping through below and above their skull and their resentment, ingrate and atrabilious bestrew and replenished the room more as they overthought about it.

"Let us deliver him one more opportunity that he will prove to us that he is one of us" the woman said with polka green dots attached to her complexion, a long silk hazel hair surpassing her end and the brims of darkling like an opaque void.
Her soft voice can mesmerize Aerline's mankind with a beamish smile and her alluring tone can attract men to her - this happens once with Kristinov, the moment he barely slew her. "You like him, you prostitute, hardly can not neglect what he committed to you" the man with lengthy horns with venom wrapped around his pale spoke once more. "Beshrew thee upon you for telling me a prostitute, you Goat!" The woman screamed the voice of desirable evanescent evolve to breathe shrieking of bitterness as she reply to an insult. The two gazes of Talina's ally fight within the words they weren't comfortable with.

"Cease this rubbish once and for all!" The Queen screamed all of her breath of resentment that she kept - vaporizing at the top of her boiling feeling. After she screamed, the moment of silence struck in as the breeze unhurriedly embarked through the area. The sigh of fury with a squinching eye and latching their sight from the man with horns and woman-like succubus veered around their head in different paths shortly. "I possess a great suggestion, how about, let us forge a strategy to break Aerline's and our traitor's relationship instead?" The woman with a black veil in front of her was known as the Black Widow of the Malice, her voice was deep which can create a tingling in every nerve of every unman. "That perfidious knight was once a great extraordinary noble I ever know through the dark ages, I feel horrible for doing that to my peerless paramour" she said sadly while her fingers stroked her silky frock wrapped around her waist.

After declining the suggestion from the Widow while her sight headed below - she perk up and then glared at the vast window of effulgent twilight. The other masters head their eyes where the Queen glare. The woman with a deep lacustrine dress that matches the starry gloaming, points her lips above and then blows as she commences her brim to form a circle to create a kiss puff. Mist of galaxy haze drifted above their heads after the woman blew. Speck of dust forming a noble darkling knight. The Queen and the others behold the woman's power she created above. "Let us fold a  ballot and heave it to the midst I built, shall we?". Everyone agrees after they hark to the hums from the haze and the emphasis tone from the woman - giving rise to the feeling to concede to her whatever she says.

The man with no face, the man like the butler of Malice passes a torn paper on each of the heads of the Malice. An empty eld torn paper to scribe their vote. The other heads use their blood to scribe the torn with a quill that has been provided to them and the others wield their psyche and dark mysticism to scribe their choices or option. After they throw their paper into the heavens haze - they stand up. The Queen will read about each one's choices on the paper they inscribe. The Queen will choose the better option and let it out - the heads will raise their hand if they decide what is favorable. The paper flew around the stygian mist of like void and the flaxen stars scatter around to create a dim. As the Queen raises her hand to see the messages through the folded ballot with her orifices. She snaps her fingers and then one old piece of paper ran through her and then at last she snatch it.