Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 9:15:35 GMT -5
Impossibly vivid green eyes reflected the glowing orbs that were collected on every surface in this darkened room, strung on strands from the ceiling, floating through the air like tortured fireflies. Hair paler than starlight glowed silver with the flickering lights emerging from the smokey glass orbs, whispers of souls drifting through the air with promises of riches and death.
A hand, slender and graceful, reached into the air to pluck a single orb from its slow wander. The smooth, flawless glass kissed caramel-colored skin with a cold touch. Frost coated the glass in the womans hand, thickening as she wandered back into the Scrying room. Her client sat at the table covered with soft, white furs. The stand waited in the center, the glass twisting and curving like dreams into reality. The woman sat silently opposite of the man, the orb released back into the air to hover between her palms, marked with the demons mark. The hamsas - eyes with such realistic detail tattooed on her palms, staring forever open at the glass orb hovering with no support between them.
Waterfall-silver hair cascaded straight and thick over the womans chest, clothed in layers of silks and velvet velour in rich royal purple. The full skirt billowing around her legs was made of the same material that hugged her chest and strong curves, her feet twisted with gold and pearl strands that wove up her calves. Impossibly vivid green eyes glowed with magic, the orb hovering to rest just over the glass stand. The dimly lit room smelt of incent and herbs, the ground covered int he same black-dappled white furs and the walls ever-shifting hieroglyphics danced with shimmering magic.
The woman suddenly looked away from the orb and at the man before her. "Who you are seeking is not to be trifled with, my friend." Her voice was light, dense, silken as honey and sharp as ice. "They have been claimed by my masters, to be reborn with the pain of both live and dead. My teacher and father - Brimstone, the chimaera of resurrection, will build a strand of teeth and rubies. This is a lost soul, gleaned from evanescance in a thurible, to be given a body anew. To take the soul before rebirth would be to condemn them to nonexistence." Her eyes hadn't blinked even once, her irises glowing with eerie light.
The voice within the glass orb whispered to the woman, then the light faded. The orb collapsed onto the furs, cracking slowly as the frost melted from the surface. The womans eyes faded back to vivid bottle green, pupils expanding from nothing. She placed her palms flat against the plush fur of the table, the dark magic of her hamsas stuttering to a halt. "My friend, you cannot save the soul you seek - unless, of course, you enlist my help." Her tone turned from blank to sly, her eyes half-narrowed as she leaned towards the man. The black ink she drew across her eyelids and lashes dramatized her expression, her hand turning like dance in the air.
A sheet of pearly iridescent paper rolled from oblivion, curling from a scroll to a flat sheet. Rolling, fluid script graced the rough paper, outlining a simple contract. "In return for your lost soul to be reborn faster than Brimstone can himself, you will work as my traveler for three years. I will send you through portals across the world to collect teeth - you will have no need to graverob or retract them. In return for teeth, you will give coined wishes. Depending on the condition and age of the teeth, you will give certain wishes. I will send a messenger when you are needed, and open a portal to this world. Will you sign the contract, my friend?" Her voice was sly and cunning as she twirled her hand again, an ornate glass pen streaking from oblivian into her palm. She entended the pen invitingly, a jar of black ink opening itself by the paper.