07-12-2024, 10:05 PM
Jaxen, now deeply immersed in a high-stakes poker game with his fellow masked companions, one of whom he was pretty certain was Sage, felt the cold brush of a finger glide down his neck. His devil mask, with its sinister smile and twirled mustache, offered no hint of his reaction, but beneath it, his eyes widened with a flicker of unease.
“Quando il diavolo ti accarezza, vuole la tua anima,” a voice purred in his ear. His lips curled into a sly smile beneath the mask, appreciating the audacity and the eloquence of the approach.
As he considered his cards, he felt another presence at his side. A whisper, soft and serpentine, brushed his other ear. “amikor édes semmiségeket suttog, árnyékokban szövi a sorsodat.”
Jaxen turned his head slightly to take in the sight of his two mysterious visitors. They were striking, their elaborate costumes and prosthetics transforming them into otherworldly creatures. "Narcissus" and "Camellia," their nametags proclaimed. The irony of such exquisite aliases was not lost on him.
But as he took in their details—the vulpine elegance of Cameillia and the serpentine allure of Narcissus—his amusement turned to a deep unease. Their appearances were uncannily similar to the monstrous beings he had recently encountered. The memory of his deal with those creatures flashed in his mind, and he felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. Could these two be connected to the evil aliens?
A shiver ran down his spine, and for a moment, he was torn between the unsettling resemblance and the undeniable allure of the two women. Their beauty was as mesmerizing as it was disturbing, drawing him in even as his instincts screamed caution.
“Well, well,” he said smoothly, masking his disquiet with his practiced silver-tongue charm. “It appears I've attracted the attention of the evening's most captivating guests.”
He laid his cards face down on the table and gave the gathered players a nod. “Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me for a moment.”
Rising from his seat, he turned to face Narcissus and Camellia fully. His eyes, behind the mask, roved over the intricacies of their costumes with a newfound scrutiny, searching for any sign of their true nature. The detailed prosthetics and elaborate design were disturbingly reminiscent of the creatures he had dealt with, yet undeniably captivating.
“I'm flattered by your interest,” he continued, his tone now a mixture of charm and curiosity. “But I must admit, you have me at a disadvantage. I can’t recall what might have drawn such strange and unusual creatures into my orbit.” He offered his gloved hand to theirs in greeting, “Voxel Adams, at your service. Welcome to my party.”
“Quando il diavolo ti accarezza, vuole la tua anima,” a voice purred in his ear. His lips curled into a sly smile beneath the mask, appreciating the audacity and the eloquence of the approach.
As he considered his cards, he felt another presence at his side. A whisper, soft and serpentine, brushed his other ear. “amikor édes semmiségeket suttog, árnyékokban szövi a sorsodat.”
Jaxen turned his head slightly to take in the sight of his two mysterious visitors. They were striking, their elaborate costumes and prosthetics transforming them into otherworldly creatures. "Narcissus" and "Camellia," their nametags proclaimed. The irony of such exquisite aliases was not lost on him.
But as he took in their details—the vulpine elegance of Cameillia and the serpentine allure of Narcissus—his amusement turned to a deep unease. Their appearances were uncannily similar to the monstrous beings he had recently encountered. The memory of his deal with those creatures flashed in his mind, and he felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. Could these two be connected to the evil aliens?
A shiver ran down his spine, and for a moment, he was torn between the unsettling resemblance and the undeniable allure of the two women. Their beauty was as mesmerizing as it was disturbing, drawing him in even as his instincts screamed caution.
“Well, well,” he said smoothly, masking his disquiet with his practiced silver-tongue charm. “It appears I've attracted the attention of the evening's most captivating guests.”
He laid his cards face down on the table and gave the gathered players a nod. “Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me for a moment.”
Rising from his seat, he turned to face Narcissus and Camellia fully. His eyes, behind the mask, roved over the intricacies of their costumes with a newfound scrutiny, searching for any sign of their true nature. The detailed prosthetics and elaborate design were disturbingly reminiscent of the creatures he had dealt with, yet undeniably captivating.
“I'm flattered by your interest,” he continued, his tone now a mixture of charm and curiosity. “But I must admit, you have me at a disadvantage. I can’t recall what might have drawn such strange and unusual creatures into my orbit.” He offered his gloved hand to theirs in greeting, “Voxel Adams, at your service. Welcome to my party.”