Tap, tap, tap...
Walking down the white floor, the scantily clad woman travelled down the hallway. Clad in a pure white dress, she exuded an atmosphere of purity, her blue eyes filled with a sacred light.
Despite being barely clad, her breasts peeking out of the dress, her long, jade white legs and red lips, eliciting men's primal desires, it did not portray her as an enchantress.
Exactly the opposite
It further accentuated her holiness, embellishing her status as something divine, as if nothing could go wrong with her.
But her expressions, on the other hand, portrayed a different story...
Anxiety clouded her face, constantly twirling her long blonde hair to soothe her worries.
She needed help, fast.
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Boom!
"Nyxis, I need your help!"
Twirling at black Rose in her fingers, a woman clad in black robes sat beside a window, overlooking the world. Her dark ebony hair flowed down her smooth, petite back, luscious red lips curving up, eliciting the emotions of men. Twirling her fingers once more, she dissolved the flower before turning her attention to her sister.
"Tell me, dear sister, what has gotten you so...riled up? You haven't visited me for a long time, not since destroying my Church nearly 500 years ago..."
The other woman, now revealed to be Illumia, told Nyxis her worries. "You know as well as I do why they had to be...exterminated. But forget about that, I really need your help! Somehow, those buggers down there have managed to destroy the Dungeon of Mithrador. This wouldn't have been that big of a deal, except they somehow have managed to take the damn case with them! If he resurrects, wouldn't we be screwed!?"
Now frowning, the woman revealed to be Nyxis, got up from her ledge, walking towards Illumia. "You mean to say, we lost the arm!? How on bloody Terra have you caused such a fuck up!? You do know that if he gets revived, the first ones to be fucked would be us, provided Sipsian dies first. But this is not the main point..."
Pinching her eyes, Nyxis went to a table, from where she revealed a decanter. Taking a large swig, she continued on. "You do realise that after what we did, they wouldn't take kindly to us, not since we usurped and destroyed one of the Seven Astral Mecha Lords. We both know that even though he is still in an eternal slumber, their members are still active. Once they catch wind of this, not even they could shield us from their hounding..."
Panicking, Illumia paced back and forth, concerned at the possible vengeance that would follow if news of their treachery were revealed. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit... C'mon sis, what do we do now?"
Taking a final elegant sip, Nyxis reassured her sister. "Doesn't matter if they got an arm. They still need to collect the rest of his body to do anything to us. What we really need to be worried about is Sipsian..."
Her eyes darkening, Nyxis habitually began drumming her fingers.
"After we screwed him over, he wants revenge on us. If those heroes don't get rid of him, forget about them, he'll get to us first! But still, as I've said before, it's only possible if he can, for we still have it with us..."
Flicking her finger, Nyxis dissolved a portion of the wall. Behind it, bronze pipes of all shapes and sizes snaked their way throughout the room, bright blue fluid flowing through them. In the centre of the room lay a large base, upon which stood a macabre object:
A large bronze heart lay there, beating with each movement from the gears.
"Oh yes, as long as we still have his heart, we are still
In command..."