In the window, perhaps it was the stillness of the night. Perhaps it was the cold moonlit glow that lit the floor in white, or perhaps it was the dancing of the shadows on the wall. However, Valeria has committed a murder tonight, and just as she ran off in her ecstatic delight, a dark shadow followed her— stalking her from angles that she needn’t try to find, if she looked away even for a moment, he moved.

Finally, after she had made it to a large window, if she blinked and looked back she would find horror, or perhaps curiosity. The figure of another staring back at from behind the clear glass.

It wore the face of a devil, with four arms, and a hand would press against this glass, until it began to crack. Erebus Gresham, perhaps wasn’t the most powerful rogue in Fiore, however... His presence was alarming and in Oak he was a infamous force— an urban legend even.

Erebus never liked the Phantasm family, in fact he was glad one of those bloodsucking bastards was slaughtered by Valeria. But a stray bat in Oak’s streets was not right to Erebus, he had one little issue with her. It was the fight they had participated in back in Baska. The way she fought and squirmed, it made him boil. The Devil of a Man, the Blood and Rage of a War God together. It made him seek further domination, and in his home court no less, he couldn’t refuse her vampiric grace.

Now, that same girl was dancing her exit away, in a spectacle of blood that belonged to nobility. Her red dress a beauty that bled with sin. Erebus pushes his hand forward, shattering the glass that confined her to the inside of the Castle.

“Valeria Hildegard.” He started up with a bit of a crude grin behind the mask, it seemed to animate into a smile on the demon hanma looking at her. “It took me some time to get your name after our little fist fight. How did you like that little love stab.” Erebus didn’t move, but the mask animations depicted out to her; puckered lips. In all hands, Erebus wielded his weaponry, save for the very fourth empty one that slid into his robe’s pocket. One arm extended towards Valeria with a pointed dagger at her person, demanding she explain her case of murder in Oak, before Erebus was to decide her fate.

After a brief pause and break of dialogue would pass, if she had been mute or unable to answer him aroigjt away, he’d interrupt her and speak again.

“I see... So you’re just thirsty.” The enigma would pry at her, using her animalistic racial tendency to provoke her into pleading her sins, why Erebus chose to do this? He found a gratification in making people face their demons, as he himself, strove not to succumb to his own. If she took too long to respond to him, he would casually throw an additional comment her way. “Would it make you more comfortable if I removed this demon mask— or shall I assume you’ll murder me too.”

Erebus listened to her words, quiet and rather invisible on the exterior to her dialogue. Most men would probably collapse at her seductive charm but for some reason it merely edged his interests on her. While he had gotten in deep and rough with her at the Baska Rock. Val reasoned that she would’ve preferred something gentle, provoking his God Blood nature again. He figured then, that she was under waves of euphoria; perhaps too high to feel bad about killing one of her own kind.

In reality; Erebus saw all races as people, to see someone feel the levels of animosity she did was foreign to him, a person who viewed all life with the same potential. Her view would normally jade him, but he empathized, Ere came to realize the Val was stuck being that thing that she despised the most, there was no escaping that fate and so she coped with it in the only way she knew how.

However, it was through this ‘War’ she carried within her, against her own kind, or other Vampires. Darkness of which, hatred so thick, that it drew in evil spirits to her like a vortex, Erebus included... Human or not, Erebus was an ill omen to meet because of his depth into the Underworld and it’s connections. He was something of a menace, and to feed upon her energy that she radiated now, he considered it a bliss on earth, a drug that motivated the mindset.

Evil. It was the same euphoria synthesized inside of chemicals, it was sin manifested and it was an emotion. Enough that together with another, it left the head spinning. Sweet like a vengeance served up on a dish.

Erebus even felt it right now, as the voices of the ghosts whispered to him to provoke his hunger. Take her they wailed to his mind— perhaps beyond the scope of her understanding or knowledge.

Euphoria.

He felt it every-time he killed someone— as she felt it with every dead vampire. His old desires to live were fleeting, they were nothing, nothing compared to his desires to now hold and to possess her within this moment. He most especially could see the same feelings within showing themselves in her responses now. It was something different, like she wanted to share.

Erebus casually brough his hand from his pocket, as the one with the dagger fall to his side. Erebus pulls the mask up, it and attach it to a modification on his shoulder-plate. The way she smiled and swayed, her play was most alive and electric. In the face of others’ near death or dying; Erebus saw that Valeria was on his level or beyond it. That’s what ultimately makes her come off dark to him, which entices him. After all she was a creature of the night— and be was an offspring of destruction.

“I wouldn’t tempt a criminal little vamp.” Erebus said with a voice that was smooth and clear, his tongue sliding against his lower lip and his eyebrow arcing at her. It was clear his crimson red irises slowly inspected her from face to chest, waist and back up to her eye level. “You know already yourself Valeria. I’m so far from gentle that it hurts, yes?” His warning was addressed— but to play a game of consent would only intrigue the man, the look in his eyes was pleading for her to push this game.

Erebus was risen by domination, and the fight for it. Valeria, statistically are the very least, was his equal. Perhaps there was an air of attraction to that.

“Valeria, perhaps...” —in a sudden moment, his words are cut short as they begin to kiss under the moonlight.

The touch of her lips were succulent, there was volume and tenderness to her that wasn’t immediate, yet now felt nothing short of breathtaking. The control Erebus would normally hold over another was insignificant to the powers of a fully realized Vampyress upon himself.

Blindsided by his earthly lust, Erebus drops his items to the floor. The kiss enough to make his hands wrap around her hourglass curves and grip her from the lower back of her dress. No need to pull her in however, as she adjusts herself comfortably within his chest, placing their bodies closer.

It was quite obvious that the sex appeal sent Ere’s way broke his senses to much else. She probably knew she had him in her hand too, the moment he didn’t stab and yet, here he was. Unable to resist the same woman spread on top of him in Baska, it wasn’t enough to dominate there though— as she clearly had other plans tonight. No— he wanted her to dominate him back, and clearly... It was more than just a mental interest, the expression they both felt was chemical. Magnetic. Perhaps it was a random fling, but the nightmare wouldn’t pass her up.

Valeria took to moving first and for some reason this pleased Erebus, who was still locked up against his chest, his hand was touched by hers as she moved it to the front between her legs and gently slid it up under the hem of her red dress. She was so much softer than him, and the adrenaline she was pushing through him was visible in his eyes. Her physical strength demanded he do whatever she want, naturally speaking, she was stronger in herself than he was, even if not by much he still couldn’t pull his away— her actions were all encompassing, they were absolute so he let her guide his actions.

So when she lifted her dress and exposed herself, his eyes didn’t have to look down even though they likely did glance at the hot scene, his fingers would run up her leg middle and index against her flesh, they came to her panty-line and Erebus would pull on it slightly. Sending her the message that he craved her— nothing else seemed to matter now.

Erebus was no weak man, he was one of his own actions and accord. Valeria would have to fight for her dominion— as Erebus would soon be wrecking the walls that kept him out, lest he win before all was over; Val played a dangerous game. A game they both seemed to be enjoying. His game was almost unfair though, against her inner thigh alone was plenty— but when bit him and unveiled the pleasure of being prey. He could have melted.

Erebus keeps his eyes closed, not exactly quick to stop her. After all, his defenses had dropped, and when she took her sip from his lower lip— drinking his gold blood, Erebus thirsted her as she did him all the same, perhaps there was a delay or a lack of words there to express their interests in one another— their attractions that were black and deprived of intimacy. They were both monsters of their own right, frankly Ere did not care how or why; but he wanted to break her, starting with her back.

Capturing his lips in her own again, Erebus pushes her lips open and dances his tongue against her own, gripping her rough enough for her to feel his otherworldly strength. He felt her tongue lick against his own, two sharpened canines pierced and opened his flesh pulling back pools of it that she assumably swallowed and fed upon as he was blessed with the pleasures that came from being a blood source. It was something like snake bites with the way two holes were left there, but he was far from caring in this moment and it wasn’t as if he particularly cared.

Something unique about the man, perhaps because his blood was modified by a War Gods. A fine golden ichor began to slide and drip down their cheeks, and Valeria’s own chin as she made out with him under the broken glass windowpane, it was pure euphoria for the human— overwhelming sexual energy that takes over...

Erebus would later recount it being the most exhilarating outburst of emotions he’d ever experienced. He was a slave to her wishes that night, and she was a dark queen.

Masochistic by nature, waves upon waves of vibrations pounded against his being, or maybe that was just his heart trying to escape his chest, begging him to be just a mere man before her grace— even if for just a bit longer. Whatever the case was, Erebus could definitely feel every beat in his heart picked up before her, there was this other feeling coming to the surface as well— blood pumping.

Like the ichor Valeria sucked out of him, so too did the dopamine and seratonin flow in like blood; the world dropped on him with a cerebral uneasiness to his person. He found his fingers at her panty-line, through to the inside and pushing and before he realized it, he was curling his own toes. The demand for her and his hold against her (or hers against him rather) was  — all consuming. The feeling a Vampire left on a human was considered to be a forbidden pleasure. This was his first experience with such things and it made his desires overspill our of his body.

Drunk with the ecstasy Valeria was sharing with him— it dons on him like an epiphany. This must be why she drank from other vampires, killing was even more fun when you could enjoy this drug-like affect after everything. The sweet dish of vengeance, was nothing to the forbidden fruit of a vampire.

Valeria’s embrace is something otherworldly to Erebus and he breaks from her finally to breathe— his air was taken from his lung, he breathed quickened, and her fingers that played and gripped his hair nudged him downward to the floor— clear slits in her iris like that of a snake would warn him of the game she played, as to take her meant that she was truly dominating him. But her powers of seduction, being so great. Were obeying terms— even for one as resistant to a woman’s charm as Erebus, Val had him hung.

Falling to one knee he looks away trying to avoid it, he would plant soft, golden kissed on her thigh that left the color stained to her like makeup or paint— running a line of it down to her own knees. They were going to be messy if it continued...

Perhaps the last thing, he would ever remember if she didn’t choose to steal his life tonight. “Give yourself to me—.” He finally said, unwilling to beg but perhaps— you could call it a plead. His words were silk, his voice wasn’t overtly deep. Erebus had hunger in his eyes too, she couldn’t suck on him that way without an even trade. His hand continued to mash under the hem of her dress— to force her own instincts to play.

If she deemed herself worthy. She could push him right where she wanted him to go, however... Doing so would cause the scene to darken, and the last thing one would ever be able to remember was Valeria guiding Erebus against her pale immortal form...