I'll Break This {Fix&Luc}

[Ayvajin]

The sun was setting, causing the mountains to darken. Darkness was settling in to every nook and cranny of the mountainside as night took over. There were not many travelers out at this time of day due to how dangerous the mountains could be.

Ayvajin never feared the creatures of the dark. She had dealt with many of the undead beasts that many feared. Even as she traveled through the darkening mountain side, she had one of those creatures at her side. The necromancer had left the city of Abourno and was making her way to Temarra with the ghoul of a coyote at her side.

Ayvajin enjoyed the company of ghouls and the like. This particular ghoul was constantly alerting her of any dangers that came across their path. The coyote was rather quick and light on its feet. Ayvajin was trying to keep up with its movements, but the terrain was rather rough. She was also trying to watch the torch she held in her hand on top of balancing herself on the uneven ground.

The necromancer had tied her hair up to keep it out of her face. Upon her body she wore a black dress with a black cape over it. Her feet had a pair of black boots upon them. On her back she carried a bag and her sword. She tried to keep herself camouflage with her surroundings. It made predators less likely to attack her. Ayvajin knew that most of the nocturnal creatures in the mountains had keen night vision, but the darkness of her clothing, she hoped, would confuse them.

She watched as the ghoul of the coyote ran off ahead of her. She called out to it using the Language of the Dead, but it did not return to her. Ayvajin shook her head slightly as she continued down the mountain in the direction of where the ghoul had gone.

There was a loud yelp which sounded like the coyote, and the necromancer paused in her movements to listen.

[Queen Fixatia]

...Head like a hole.

A silence fell over the mountainside. There was another sudden yelp of from the coyote, and then the silence fell back over the area.

Fixatia had silence the ghoul completely now. The coyote laid upon the ground, mingled and covered in blood. The queen of the succubi held a dagger in her hand that was now dripping with the dark blood. She wore a black cloak that cover most of her body beside her pink shoed feet.

Pushing a strand of hair out of her face, the queen continued to walk toward the necromancer. Fixatia knew that Ayvajin would be waiting for whatever had killed the ghoul to come after her. The succubus had no worries about this, though. She was much stronger than the necromancer and knew she would have no worries over taking her.

Fixatia ran forward, knowing exactly where Ayvajin was. After a quick moment, the queen had Ayvajin pinned to a large rock upon the mountainside; her hand around the necromancer’s throat. Fixatia’s grip was strong and tightening as her eyes lit up red.

Ayvajin was quickly trying to get away from the succubus. She had dropped her torch upon the ground, and both of her hands were wrapped tightly around Fixatia’s grip. The necromancer was fighting as much as possible, but she was not stronger than the succubus.

Flames blazed up to their side as the torch started to catch the brush on fire. Fixatia ignored this, her concentration on killing the necromancer. She pulled her dagger up, setting the blade upon Ayvajin’s cheek.

“And this is your death.”

[Lucien]

The entire area around them dropped rapidly, the fires suddenly snuffing out. Lucien's presence made itself known long before the King of the Succubi himself came around. The rapidly dropping temperature sent anything scurrying back to its hole, the very air seeming to freeze between the trio. The necromancer's breath came out in white puffs and the blood from the blade seemed to freeze in place before he stepped out of the shadows.

He was not dressed as he normally was, there was no need for it. Lucien was shirtless and had a sword strapped across his back, the leather sheath only accenting the muscles the ancient king had. He was livid, and the only sign was the freezing temperatures that were causing even Fixatia to tremble with the cold. Eyes were calm, stance was calm, everything about him was entirely calm which only gave way to the cold rage roiling about in his being.

"Let her go, foolish child," he said, his voice cutting through the air as if they were knives. And to the Succubi, they would be, slicing her clothing and skin. She had trifled with him for the last time, and she would know now that he was not someone to play with. The King extended a hand, sending a minor pulse of energy into the Succubus' queen but it hurt.

Oh it would hurt, it was something that he had gained with age, the ability to inflict pain on others without touching them. Fixatia was going to have to learn her lesson.

[Queen Fixatia]

...Keeping the blade.

Fixatia released Ayvajin with a hiss as she turned to Lucien. She felt pain stab throughout her entire being. The necromancer slumped down to the ground, coughing and trying to regain her breath. Ayvajin quickly moved to the side of the boulder, away from the succubus and the incubus.

The queen’s eyes flashed a vivid red as they focused upon the incubus. She would not allow him to just bully her around like he did. She would retaliate and show him all of her strength.

Fixatia quickly charged Lucien, dagger in her hand ready to strike him as she went after him. Her mind was racing with hatred and blinded by the fury that came after his attacks. The queen was not use to many challenging her strength.

[Lucien]

The sword was out and he parried her, disarming her in a bored manner, much like an instructor does to a child before he side-stepped her and brought the pommel of the sword down on her back, sending her to the ground. "Do not try to fight me, whore child. You will lose," he said, his voice still calm and bored with her.

He kicked her side once, sending her down the path and undoubtedly ruining her dress. The little queen did not know how to fight, instead letting her anger get the better of her as she proceeded to run around, acting very much like the child she is.

[Queen Fixatia]

...Hatred.

The queen of the succubi quickly got up from where she had been rolled down the path. She took two rushed steps forward. She glared at Lucien in disgust. Red hot power formed in her right hand. Her fingers wrapped around the power, causing it to shift into what looked to be a throwing knife.

“I am not weak, Lucien,” she said softly. Fixatia ran forward in a quick movement, throwing the energy knife before disappearing. She reappeared off to the left side of the incubus, throwing another knife as she appeared above him.

[Lucien]

"To me you are," he said as he sidestepped the attacks, mostly unharmed. There was a slight scratch on his side as he turned, the blade following his movements perfectly as it cut through the cloak Fixatia wore, barely nicking her side. His eyes finally flared red as well, the energy around him gathering as if to tamp out the Succubi's own energy.

It was not as epic or grand of a battle as most would have assumed, the energy of the beings was not focused on mass destruction, rather Lucien was trying to teach the Succubi a lesson that she would not forget. He glared at her before his hand came around, shooting off a blast of energy that winded the Succubi and sent her flying into one of the boulders on the path.

[Queen Fixatia]

...I want you to feel like I do.

Fixatia crumbled to the ground for a moment before quickly trying to get to her feet. Her hand went to the boulder, balancing herself as she stood up. Her eyes were focused on Lucien, glaring at him.

Another blade of energy formed in the queen’s hand, and she threw it at the incubus. The succubus lost her balance once more, throwing her hand out in front of her to stop her from utterly falling to the ground. She threw another knife, wanting desperately to hurt Lucien like he was hurting her.

[Lucien]

"You are weak, little whore," he said as he deflected the blades, sending another, albeit weaker blast of energy into her, pushing her back into the boulder again. "When the King gives an order, it is to be followed. You are younger than I am and do not outrank me," he said, his voice flat and unemotional, his eyes blank as he watched her on the ground.

Lucien did not care what happened to the Succubus here, he did not care for her at all. "You do not interfere with my personal affairs and that which I claim as mine," he said as he glared at her. "I extend my personal protection to the necromancer, Fixatia. Do not try me again."

[Queen Fixatia]

...Once upon an atrocity.

The queen glared up at Lucien before giving a cough. Blood splattered from her mouth. Fixatia wiped the blood away from her lips with the back of her hand as the effects of Lucien’s blasts started to work on her. Her body ached and trembled with pain. Fixatia leaned up against the boulder, trying to regain herself the best she could.

“Damn you, Lucien,” she snapped before spitting at him. “Go ahead and create the abomination you so crave with this necromancer. I suppose I cannot stop you from destroying your kingdom.”

[Lucien]

"The only abomination here is you, Fixatia," he said as he gave her an uncaring glance. "You who decide that everyone must serve you when we are all players in a larger game. I should kill you for your little fit, but since I am not like you I will not. However, should you come after her again, your life and the life of your Court is forfeit," he said, laying her with a heavy penalty for her actions.

Stepping over her, he sheathed the sword before springing atop the boulders to check on the necromancer, giving no more thought to the crumpled queen behind him.

[Ayvajin]

Fixatia gave the king one more glare. Her anger was overtaking her as she stood, but she had no strength to attack Lucien anymore. She simply disappeared.

Ayvajin was sitting up against the back of a boulder. Her hand was tracing over where the queen of the succubi had taken hold of her neck. The necromancer had pretty much regained herself from the sudden attack that Fixatia had inflicted upon her.

The necromancer had been listening to the fight between Lucien and Fixatia. She had wanted no part of it, knowing it was too much for her to handle. Instead, she simply stayed low, waiting for the fighting to end.

She had rested her head back against the rock and had closed her eyes. Her fingers trembled slightly as she allowed them to linger upon her throat. She let out a slow sigh.

[Lucien]

"Let me see," he said softly as he crouched in front of her, paying no attention to his own minor injury. He was more concerned about her and Fixatia had almost pushed him to the edge. He cared for the necromancer immensely and he would be loathe if anything were to happen to her.

Light fingers traced along the outline of a bruise on her throat before he shook his head, sending a small pulsation of magick through them, easing the discomfort. He could not heal as well as others could, but he could ease her discomfort and speed the healing process.

[Ayvajin]

“I am alright,” Ayvajin assured the incubus quickly. She sent him a little smile as she straightened up a bit where she sat. “I will be quite fine. Just a little bruised is all, but I will definitely live.”

Her eyes flashed over Lucien quickly, taking in his appearance to make sure that he was alright. She saw the mark upon his side and leaned forward gently examining it.

“Are you alright, though, Lucien?” she asked him softly. “I did not want to watch. I did not want to see you get hurt if she would hurt you.”

This was true. The necromancer had no wanting of having there be a chance for the incubus to get hurt. She cared for him greatly, and if she would have seen him get hurt she would have retaliated against the succubus.

[Lucien]

"It is minor, nothing that will not heal within a few hours," he said as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, hand smoothing over her hair before he kissed her again, this time firmer, his lips pressing against hers.

He pulled back slowly, standing and offering a hand to the necromancer before he spoke. "Perhaps we should go elsewhere. She will not be back to bother you at all," he said with a slight smile.

"I do not mind that you did not want to watch, it is better that you did not. Our brand of justice is swift and severe and often frightening to those who have never seen it before," he said.

[Ayvajin]

“I have seen your justice before, though,” Ayvajin said gently as she took his hand and stood up. “I just did not want to see you get hurt, Lucien. I would have gotten in the way if she would have hurt you.”

The necromancer brushed herself off in a few quick movements. Her hand ran over her hair that was now in a messy ponytail due to Fixatia pushing her up against the boulder. She let out a short sigh before crossing her arms over her chest, somewhat cold.

“I was heading to Temarra,” she told the incubus now. “It is a long journey from here, but I know you could get us there in a matter of moments. I have a house there that we can stay at if you would like.”

[Lucien]

"If you wish," he said as he unfurled his wings, the sheath and sword never getting in the way. It was designed so it would not, and he merely gathered the necromancer into his arms without another word, launching them off into the night as he sped over the areas to her house, wanting to know she was indeed home safe.

He touched down lightly in Temarra, not knowing exactly where her house was and knowing she would walk him there. "Where is your house, little necromancer," he inquired lightly as he wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her in to him.

[Ayvajin]

“It is not too far from here,” she said softly. She sent Lucien a slight smile, taking his hand as she moved away from him. “Come on.” Ayvajin led the incubus down the street. It did not take them long to reach the house that belong to the necromancer. She led him up to the door, opening and slipping in.

The house was rather dark when they first entered. Ayvajin muttered something beneath her breath and instantly the candles lit up. She turned her attention to Lucien.

“Well, here we are,” she said softly. “I hope this is fine enough.”

[Lucien]

Lucien chuckled as he followed behind her, eyes watching her movements as she led him to her house. "It is more than fine," he said softly as he moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning forward, kissing her temple before nipping at her neck.

He was often free with his affections with her, but never crossed a boundary that had been laid down silently, no matter how much his nature pushed him to. He withdrew his lips, just holding her there with a light touch that let her knew he cared, but she could pull away at any time.

[Ayvajin]

Ayvajin pulled away from Lucien gently, turning toward him. She leaned up against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed his lips gently. Her heart was pounding in her chest as her fingers twisted in the incubus’s hair. Her eyes moved up to his, and she could not help but to smile. She was very happy just being with him.

“Come up to my room with me,” the necromancer said gently before smiling and moving away from Lucien. She took his hand gently, guiding him through the dark house. Her room was on the second floor. She opened the door as they reached it, leading the incubus in.

Ayvajin let his hand go as she walked over to the fireplace and lit a fire within it to give the room some light.