Ashes to Ashes - 7

The darkness seemed to converge upon the two, though neither moved from their locked stare. Her monochromatic hair falling over dull eyes as she stared into the glowing green beads that sunk into his structure.

Soon, the imp began to whimper. It did not like the way Arreis was looking at him, and he was trying not to be unnerved. He had once served her, after all. She was powerful, and he knew that. He especially knew that it was possible that she may just snap and kill them all. If she could remember how to do such a thing.

She couldn't break her gaze away, her thoughts too scattered, and broken. She knew what she must do, if she ever wanted to escape, but to be tied to such a destructive contract? Her life would never be hers, even in death.

What would more violation bring? Could she really be as powerful as he said? Could she do it on her own? Surely the demons would succumb to her will if she proved herself.
But how?

It was the imp who broke the silence at last, he had looked down, and was soon quaking with a quiet fear, though it did not show to the woman. He was quite certain he did not like her behavior. Arreis had always been flighty with her interactions, but she was always safer when she was speaking.

Her lack of verbal acknowledgement, or response made him worry more, he noted her stance. Legs parted, and her hands at her sides, balled up in tight fists. Her face was passive, too indifferent for his tastes.

She was more dangerous when she was quiet, more so. From his experience, it meant she was thinking, and like most sentient beings, thoughts were the more dangerous of all processes. She could be scheming, or merely processing, and he was useless in all things concerning reading her.
Arreis had learned to hide her mental state well recently, she was more vicious in there than he cared to think about. Catching her had been a difficult endeavor.

There was little he could do, except wait, fingers twiddling in the darkness of the nether, waiting for her answer. Waiting for her spark of life, yearning to hear her voice say she would sign. If she did, she couldn't leave again, and -they- would be on the surface of Azeroth again, instead of trapped within the Twisting Nether.
A dismal place to be, for any Demon with a lick of power, and sense. Though the others argued he had little, he was less distracting for the woman to deal with. Though at this point he wasn't sure that was a good thing, as he continued to study the Warlock.

With her knuckles turning a near translucent shade of pale at every passing second, she mulled over her thoughts, and wrestled with them. She hardly had any options, but now that she knew, she would never be at liberty to violate the contract again, she couldn't bare to endure this again.

- If she ever got out. -

Arreis breathed, sucking in the dense air, and filling her lungs deeply before she expelled a gutteral, deep groaning breath. Her eyes had locked upon the demon again, and she looked as tense as ever, though she remained impassive, parts of her hinted at her aggression, despite her callous demeanor.

There was very little between him as she brought her hand up, fingers outstretched, and her palm toward him, briefly, shadow enveloped her fingers, glazing behind her eyes. She could feel it, for the mere seconds it lasted.
- She had tasted power again.-

The balance had shifted.