Standing there like a fool for a moment or two as he drifted away, I blinked once or twice, and shook my head in disbelief. It was honestly as if he knew all about me .. but who was to say he didn't? Frowning in confusion, I turned and followed him as instructed as I crossed my arms over my exposed breasts. Suddenly I really did feel like a idiot wandering around bare-ass naked.
And once again we moved through the cavernous corridors of this daemons unknown sanctuary. Shivering unconsciously, as if the true cold of the place was finally getting to me, I paused at a four-way intersection, and peered to the left and right. Just faintly I could make out the semblance of a shadowed form trailing down one of the branching hallways. Shuddering, I picked up the pace until I was nearly touching the damnation that lead me.
As we proceeded down one short halway, the room before us suddenly came aglow with fire light as he passed through the doorway. No longer really shocked by his intricate little displays of illusionary magic, I followed studiously behind him, and paused a few feet into the room. This was a room I hadn't seen before. It resembled a small library, or perhaps it was a study, of sorts. Various tomes, and books lined the shelves of one whole wall, and a meticulously designed roll-top desk was settled along the wall diagnoal from the shelves. Curiously, I wandered to the shelves, and cocked my head to peruse the titles. What I saw upon the spines of some of the books raised a cold, icy fear into my chest. Such works as Belphegor by Machiavelli, Chiromancy by Robert Flud, and, most startling to me, Robert Scot's Demonology.
As I withdrew from the bookshelves, and turned to search the room for the albino daemon, he arose up behind me, and draped a thick leather cloak around my shoulders. Startled, I gave out a small cry that made him chuckle. Blushing furiously in response to my own nervous actions, I pulled the cloak closer around me and sank into the warmth of the wool lining. "Now then, Lumina," he spoke, as he pressed a shining plait of my golden hair behind my shoulder. "Let the initiation begin," he lastly added as he leaned closer.
Oblivious to his actions, and suddenly feeling like a frightened rabbit, I just stood there like a moron as he leaned closer still, and nuzzled his face down into the warmth of my neck. Sighing softly as his chilled lips grazed along the warm skin, I never knew that the sudden plast of pleasure was from his vampiric Kiss . . .
