The manor stood atop a jagged hill, its silhouette framed by the fiery red glow of an unnatural, choking twilight. The trees below writhed in the wind, their skeletal branches scratching hopelessly at the sky. From the mansion’s topmost room, a single white candle flickered, its light a fragile beacon in the growing darkness.
She stood there, framed by a tall, arched window that overlooked the desolate expanse. Her ensemble demanded attention; a sheer black gown that floated like restless shadows hung off her figure, revealing wisps of pale, porcelain skin through the fabric. Ruffles adorned her sleeves and skirt, each fold meticulously crafted to dance with her movements. A scarlet cape-like accessory flowed down her back, the deep crimson contrasting sharply against the void-like black of her dress. The cape’s edges flickered like flames as wind seeped in through the crevices of the manor’s ancient walls.
Her long, ebony hair was a dark cascade flowing down her back and shoulders, the strands catching the dim candlelight in shifting tones of coal and satin. It framed a face etched in cold beauty. Her high cheekbones and piercing, kohl-lined eyes seemed like they had been chiseled from moonlight and shadow, while her blood-red lips curved into the faintest suggestion of a smirk. Scarlet nails, like the talons of a predator, tightened slightly on the white candle she held, her sharp hands motionless despite the eerie draft circling the room.
Anyone who looked at her would find themselves unmoored, drawn in by a presence that seemed both regal and foreboding—the kind of figure you should flee from, but were too captivated to leave.
The Summoning
The flame of the candle wavered as she began chanting in a low, melodic voice. Words of an ancient tongue spilled from her lips, each syllable carrying the weight of something forgotten yet omnipotent. Her voice was like a blend of silk and steel—smooth, yet with a sharpness that cut through the tension of the room.
The faint red light outside intensified, spilling crimson beams through the tall windows, painting the room in a hue that looked as though the walls themselves were bleeding. The candle’s light now seemed insignificant against the encroaching glow, but she held it steady, her posture unyielding.
A sound shattered the chant. It was faint at first, a whisper of movement from the shadows. Then, it grew louder—a slithering, scraping noise that circled her in the darkness. Her painted lips curled into a knowing smile.
“You’re late,” she said softly. Her voice, despite its quietness, echoed unnaturally around the room.
The shadows at the edges of the chamber began to coalesce, reaching up like tendrils of living smoke. From the heart of the darkness, a figure emerged—a man, dressed in tailored black, with eyes that seemed to drink in the light. A playful grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Time is meaningless to me,” he replied, his voice dripping with mockery. “Though it seems… you’ve taken the liberty of creating quite the performance.”
His gaze dropped to her outfit, appreciation flickering across his eyes. “The cape is new,” he remarked, his tone flirtatious.
She ignored him, her eyes narrowing as she stepped forward. “Do you have what I summoned you for?”
He chuckled, his sharp gaze dancing across her crimson and sheer ensemble. “You mean, that tedious trinket? Perhaps I do. The question is, what are you willing to trade for it?”
The Bargain
Her knees-length boots clicked against the stone floor as she approached him, the movement adding a rhythmic tension to the room. She stopped mere inches from his face, the air between them crackling with an invisible energy.
“I gave you my terms last time, Riven,” she hissed, her breath warm against his skin. “Take my offer, or I take it myself.”
Riven tilted his head slightly, his grin unwavering. “Ah, but where’s the thrill in submission, darling? You know our games are far more fun when we draw them out.”
Her hand shot out with a speed that defied human perception, her crimson nails digging into his throat. The candle in her other hand never wavered. “Enough games,” she warned. Her voice was calm, but her eyes burned with an intensity only amplified by the ominous red glow of her surroundings.
Beneath her grip, Riven’s smirk faltered slightly, if only for a moment. Then, his shoulders relaxed, and he whispered, “As you wish.”
With a wave of his hand, a small, obsidian box materialized in the air between them. It hovered, radiating an unsettling aura. The hum of raw magic filled the room, making the air thick and almost suffocating.
She released him, snatching the box mid-air with her free hand. For a moment, her eyes softened as she stared at the artifact. But then, with careful deliberation, she slid the box into a hidden pocket beneath the layers of her skirt and turned away.
“Pleasure doing business,” Riven teased, though his voice hinted at something darker. “But do try not to open it too soon. You might find what’s inside… overwhelming.”
The Departure
She paused at the doorway, her candle casting jagged shadows across the walls. Glancing over her shoulder, she fixed him with a stare that could pierce stone. “Careful, Riven. Next time, I might summon both you and your shadow.”
With that, she vanished into the darkness, her cape flowing like liquid fire behind her. The last thing Riven heard before silence enveloped him was the faint click of her heels, fading like the final beats of a mortal heart.
Alone in the room, he chuckled to himself, running a hand over his throat. “She always did have a taste for theatrics,” he mused. But there was no masking the unease in his tone. Whatever she was planning with that box, he knew one thing for certain: it would change everything.
Somewhere outside the mansion, the wind howled like a warning, but she didn’t stop. Her steps were steady, her gaze fixed on the horizon. And as the crimson light consumed the sky, she allowed herself the faintest of smiles.
The game had only just begun.
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