In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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The midnight sky stretched far and wide, with nothing to be seen in its depths.
In a private room draped with dark curtains laid Onyx, her figure shifting underneath the blankets.
Rheynoak sat in a velvet chair in the far corner, watching the siphon as she twisted underneath the sheets, her legs tangling with the silk blankets. A groan escaped her lips, tiny drops of sweat beading down her nose.
He couldn't help but watch her in fascination, his hazel eyes flickering down to the sword that lay beside her, crown jewels twinkling on the sides of the crafted blade.
He eyed it with hateful eyes, a burning sensation rippling through his body.
Grabbing a glass of wine, Rheynoak gently sipped from the cup, frowning at the sour taste.
Setting the cup down, his attention went back to Onyx as she groaned again, her body tossing underneath the silk sheets at a faster pace. The strands of hair hanging stuck to her forehead, her fingers trembling.
Casting his look down at the hardcover blue book sitting in his lap, he curled his fingers around the cover and moved it over to a nearby table, placing a tiny feather in between the pages for later.
Lucien's magic was beginning to unravel, with his permission of course, and it was taking its toll on her. Onyx's fingers gripped the sheets violently as she whispered inaudible words in foreign languages even he couldn't understand.
A strangled gasp came from her lips, the sound of her heartbeat thundering in his ears as she struggled to breathe. Her legs kicked in the air, her nails ripping into the thin fabric of the sheets.
Rheynoak watched Onyx, feeling the magic radiating off of her as heartbeat hammered to the point of deafening one's ear and the sweat beading down her neck was practically a river.
He watched until the magic vanished and she was suddenly jolted awake. She sat up with a heavy breath, her chest heaving up and down.
Rheynoak watched with wide eyes, the siphon writhing her legs around the sheets as she clutched her chest in a startled manner. Her eyes looked around, unfamiliar with her surroundings until her gaze landed on him.
"Good evening darling" he welcomed, a sly smirk on his lips as he watched Onyx frown at him. She rolled her eyes, kicking the silk blankets off her feet. Her foot touched the ground, a pained wince leaving her lips as she collapsed on the bed.
He frowned and looked away as she groaned in pain, mumbling profanities under her breath. Gripping the arms of his chair, he got up and walked over to a nearby table.
A silver kettle sat still, a grey cup sitting next to it. He gently poured the tea into the cup, slipping a plate underneath it
"Don't burn yourself, sweetheart" he warned as he carried the cup over to her. He watched as the siphon dug her sharp nails into the silk blanket, pulling herself up. A grim frown was on her lips as her gaze met Rheynoak's.
