• (Chapter one) Where Margot dwells

    The incense spread slowly across the room, filling it with the odd scent of dragon's blood. She sat, unmovingly, in the corner of the black and red room, blindfolded and gagged. Buckets of paint lay in neat piles beside her, different brushes on each can, signifying which brushed to be used for the can. Her bright pink hair wan an explosion of colour compared to the rest of the room, which gently cascaded down her shoulders, and faded very subtlely from pink to black.
    But it was not her who impressed the cloaked figure, but the room itself. She smirked silently to herself, overjoyed that the rumors of the girl was true, that she could make anything beautiful even blindfolded if given the urge to. 2 days before, the room had been covered in blood that not even the best painters had been able to erase, and the background colour a pale yellow that caused most inhabitors to be driven insane. The woman had threatened her with everything she could think of, and it was promising how strong her willpower was. She had only finally given in when Onyxia was threatened, and she obediantly bowed to the woman and allowed for her silver eyes to be covered.
    Now the room was filled with the most beautiful designs the woman had ever seen, a beautiful fighting scene that put shivvers down even the woman's spine, and she had been born inable to shivver.
    "Margot," the woman called softly. The girl did not move. "Margot!" The woman hardened her voice and the girl smirked.
    "I told you I would speak to no one but you. Do not try and mask your voice with fake sympathy, for it's obvious you don't care one tiny speck of your imagined heart," The girl stood, leaning against the wall, and snapped her fingers. A tiny purple flame erupted in her hands, which she gently nurtured till it was as tall as herself. The flame stretched a flicker of fire towards the girl's face, burning the blindfold that was on her eyes.
    "As you know, I am not Margot, for I have no gag in my mouth. I consumed Margot a while ago, and she is safe, do not worry," She smiled and opened her eyes toward the woman, revealing golden eyes that pierced through the woman's soul, "My name is Gallia, and I am the demon alter-ego Margot that lies behind her most surfacing self," She demon giggled and removed her glamour, revealing porcelian skin and demonic white horns, "Not even margot knows I lie inside her."
    The demon's glamour quickly disappeared and revealed her spiked white tail and claws that stretched for an easy yard. She had no fingers, and it looked as though she wore gloves that faded into her skin. She snapped her fingers and closed her eyes, removing the last of her glamour and a long white sash appearing in her hands, which she wrapped around her eyes and used as a sort of scarf with what was left. Titanium straps covered her body, acting as her only clothing, but it was obvious she needed no armour other than the straps. A claymore hung from a ring on her back, connected to the straps in the back. Her white hair was made of feathers, which cascaded down her back, reaching the center of her back and tipped with razor blades.
    "I'm a belladonna familliar, and Margot sensed danger and unconciously called me out. Be glad i have on my sash, or this room would be in ashes by now, which is exactly what you will be like if you harm Margot, understand?"
    The woman simply smirked in response, and pulled out her blow darts, silently shooting one at Gallia's neck. She fell to the ground, unconcious.
    "Threaten a captor?" She giggled, "Oh, how naive some children are."
    She removed her coat, unveiling herself as a woman around 21 years old, with blue hair that reached about shoulder length. It was obvious who it was to anyone who saw her, wiht her infamous blue hair and strength.
    "Margot, my niece," she cooed softly as she left the room, "I'll release you from Ssihkiu Arlida's grasp soon enough..." Adrianiko Marylore I. Lumporia, youngest sister of Panikura Indausimo, Russian assassin, swept from the room, off to do further business.