[b][Nihil][/b]
The god grew irritated at being ignored by the strange woman, finding her Higher-Than-Thou mannerism an opposition to his might. As if to emphasize that he was the stronger of the two, he let loose his electromagnetic field, generating an aura of static electricity and pressure. Black translucent ribbons of raw magical energy also flooded from his person, causing more pressure to build up until it was similar to heightened gravity. This minimal display of power had caught the woman's attention, her eerie eyes intriguing the god. Pleased, and a little off guard by the intensity her gaze, Nihil reeled in his power, the aura becoming skin tight once more like that of a normal person, save for arcing electricity running over his lithe frame. The ribbons of magical energy faded into nothingness, as well.

Sadly, the Malefane took her continued silence as a form of defeat. "Pitiful," Nihil muttered, turning and preparing to leave. "We were hoping you would have put up a bit of a challenge. Nevertheless..." With that, Nihil took three steps before she spoke, at long last, and a smile formed upon his lips beneath the mask.

[i]“Power I hold, aye, but of consequence it dost not mattereth. Assist, in what manner, mine l’rd? What is thy wisheth and desire?”[/i] The witch replied, much to the god's glee. He turned to face her, his hidden eyes alit with pleasure. However, it was his turn to be silent for a long moment, looking her up and down. Were his own ego not so heightened, he would have found her attractive, taking her body unto himself for a night of ecstasy and pleasure. However, he solely wanted to add her power to his own. Perhaps he could find a use for her...

"We seek to build an army," Nihil began, his tone empty and devoid of humanity. "This world is in much turmoil. It is nigh time to have these inhabitants bow before a power that can, and will, tear them asunder. They must be baptised in despair, cleansed of their sins and heresy. Our power shall wash over them. Only then shall they be free of the mortal coil; only then shall they know the Path to the Promised Land. Will you aid Us?" Nihil asked, bowing before her. Whether she knew it or not, the witch did not have much of a choice, for the Malefane was a truly fickle god.
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[b][Kresnik][/b]
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