[center][h3]Devil Trigger[/h3]
[i]Wind Wild, Viciousmarrow[/i]
Izual Anzhela, Ludelle Glowren, Calder Dylan
Day 3, Evening[/center]

Dancing amongst the crowd with the lovely Ludelle, Izual had one hand on her waist and the other clasped in her own hand. He led them elegantly in their waltz, swaying in tandem with the violinist’s song. After all the times his mother had made him practice, he had gotten quite good at dancing and he had found a certain solace in it. The Hellspawn’s expression was smooth and affectionate, yet there was something lingering behind those dark eyes of his: a voracious maw that awaited its prey, patiently biding its time to strike. Ever since Izual had taken a couple shots earlier, his demeanor had gone through a subtle metamorphosis though he did not seem the least bit intoxicated. He was more assertive and resolute, and there was a certain cunning to his speech. Now, the Devil in him truly revealed itself.

As their dance came to an end, Izual skillfully dipped the gorgeous woman before he planted a kiss onto her neck. A sensual air surrounded the two of them, and it was quite clear where this night was going to lead. The Hellspawn was no longer worried about the Overseer or screwing his engagement up. Oh no, he was beyond those things now, concentrating intently on this sweet lady in front of him. [color=slateblue]”Would you like to find a place where we can… dance alone?”[/color] his voice amorously whispered into her ear as the vixen was pulled into his embrace. The bait had been cast, but would she bite? 

Ludelle didn't really enjoy slow dancing but her partner made it feel good and soon she'd relaxed in his arms. She let him lead and tried to follow the best she could and gradually she found herself enjoying it. They hadn't spoken much but the few words they'd exchanged had been short and sweet and increasingly indicative of their growing desire for each other. The man expressed it even before he asked and his kiss was so tender it stole her breath. And when he asked she didn't speak but pulled him in and kissed him instead. And she made it long and sweet but erotic in the end, promising him a good time.

But then something happened. Something bad. She found a flaw in his kiss. It was hot and it made her toes tingle but there wasn't that small bite at the end that he knew really drove her crazy. And she realised it wasn't Marcus she was kissing and it made her start and pull back. He could see panic on her face now, right beside the lust and the embarrassment. “I can't be with you.” She whispered, looking at his face as if it had suddenly changed. “Not after tomorrow. I love someone else.”

And it hurt saying it because it wasn't fair on him and it wasn't fair on her and she wanted to scream and hit something and he didn't digestive any of this. “But be mine tonight...” She pleaded and her eyes were already filling with tears. 

Izual was terribly confused, confounded by the change in her lustful charge. So many questions were floating through his head now. What was she doing here with him if she loved someone else? His abyssal orbs floated to the towering Troll on the other side of the room. There was a creeping suspicion that [I]he[/i] had something to do with this. Forcing a woman into an arrangement she didn't want to be a part of…? Absolutely despicable.

With an audible clink of his fangs, he glowered dangerously at the Overseer. If only he had brought his Novabuster, then maybe he might've been able to solve this easily. [color=slateblue]”I'm right here, Ludelle. Don't worry…”[/color] he reassuringly told the distraught Elf. [color=slateblue]”Let's get you some fresh air, okay? Also, I’m sorry if I came off too strong… Mother always did tell me I was an oaf.”[/color] With his words, he let out a small chuckle, doing his best to cheer her up. A comforting hand rested itself on her back, guiding her away from the jubilant crowd. Silently, he resigned to understand this woman… There was clearly much he didn't know about her.

Meeting the hellspawn's gaze Calder noted it was not a look that one enraptured with their partner would give to a third party. Something had changed, and not for the better. Calder suspected the man named Marcus had just ruined Izual's evening, or more accurately Ludelle's memories of Marcus. Calder didn't know much about Ludelle's relationship with Marcus, since neither Ludelle or Adela was comfortable speaking about it, but that in itself told him that it had not been a relationship of convenience. The poor elf might have actually been in love with this Marcus, she certainly seemed to believe that they had been in love, from what little she would say of him. Calder considered dragging his patient home, before she caused a scene, but it seemed Izual knew to do that much at least. Calder watched them a moment more, and decided that he couldn't ignore them. Stormlord would likely rend him if his failure managed to dampen the celebrations this evening. Time to check on his charge then, and perhaps on Bunny as well. Or both at once, Rini could fetch Bunny and bring her to him, and if was talking with the elf when they arrived, that would kill two birds with one stone, that was a human saying yes? Surely that would be the best way to sort this out.

Ludelle smiled a weak smile at Izual and reassured him that it wasn’t his fault at all and that she wouldn’t let that ruin their evening. She hoped that wasn’t one of her many lies. She could shake off the memory of Marcus, she’s been ignoring it for weeks now, although somehow it was getting harder and not easier. Anyway, if she lifted her eyes she could still see the party being in full swing and that helped, it definitely helped. Then she noticed Calder walking very deliberately towards them again and almost felt like slapping her forehead. For all his gentle care and skills in judging people, he had a terrible sense of tact. Did he really think he’d help? 

She thought about dragging Izual away again but at the same time she had to admit his display of aggression towards the troll was quite attractive. The way his jaw clenched and his teeth bared had an undeniably erotic effect. She glanced at Calder again as Izual’s hand lead her in the opposite direction and wondered if he’d noticed the reptilian move. Was he ignoring him or simply didn’t see him? And what would Calder do in response - pursue? Would there be a fight or a lecture on protection? Perhaps even a fight? She had to admit, all of the above options sounded pretty amusing and served to ground her in the moment. She wouldn’t intervene, just follow Izual’s lead and observe what would happen afterwards. Let the men settle things for once, she was going to get what she wanted in the end anyway. Surely, she would.

Grimacing, Izual noticed the Troll tailing the two of them and a sense of paranoia gripped him. Perhaps it caught wind of the situation over here, and it was making its way to come deliver righteous fury. Or maybe it was just going to get a drink? There was no real way to tell, but the Hellspawn assumed the worst. His mind clicked through possible scenarios as they continued to walk. There was no way to lose it, considering it could see just about everything in the room with its massive height and though it moved slow, the Overseer would reach them soon enough at this pace. If it were just him, he could easily outrun the Troll, but staring at Ludelle’s body, he judged her light enough not to hinder his pace.

Without warning, his hands lifted her off her feet and into his arms, much like a groom might carry his bride for their wedding’s consummation. In this moment, he realized very quickly that she was not a pure Elf. At first, his back surged with an alarming shock of pain followed by the quivering of his poor arms, bombarded by her unprecedented weight. Had he known that she was not as she appeared then he might have prepared accordingly, but alas, such were the circumstances. Gritting his teeth and rolling with the punches, Izual adjusted himself to better hold this woman. [color=slateblue]”I’m okay… Just hang on.”[/color] he muttered to her, flashing a struggling smile before beginning his mad dash.

The man blazed a path through the sea of people, swift as a coursing river even under the duress Ludelle put him under. Most people were fortunate enough to get out of the way, although he may have accidentally knocked a person or two over in his race to the exit. As they sped passed the celebrants, he heard quite a few things about the two of them, comments such as “That Hellspawn looks very eager…” and “Well, we know who’s getting married next.” Not a few feet from the exit and a sense of relief dawned upon Izual. They’d be able to get out of this ballroom and lose the Troll somewhere else on this ship. 

Unfortunately, a familiar, green haired woman came bounding towards him. She looked none too happy with her arms crossed and a curt frown upon her lips. Behind her a bulky cyborg loomed, watching the Paladin’s every move. [color=yellowgreen]”Ishual! Did you get married or someding?”[/color] she called out to him, forcing the Knight to stop in his tracks. [color=slateblue]”Uh…”[/color] His black eyes went from his friend to the woman in his arms to the corridor that awaited them. Of course this would happen right now. [color=slateblue]”Not yet, Bunny. Er… We really have to go, so…”[/color] The Paladin scoffed at his reply, shaking her head in disgust. All the while, her grey eyes were practically drilling into Ludelle’s skull, absolutely pouring hatred. 

Suddenly, the usually quite friendly and excitable woman spat in Izual’s face before she marched off. [color=yellowgreen]”Whadever, ashhole. Enjoy your nigh’ wid dat whore.”[/color] Bunny seethed, a sarcastic smile sitting on her face. Izual was left with more questions. He was totally clueless as to why she was angry with him. Worse than that, he noticed the Troll was within sight. Had Bunny not interfered, then they probably would have been able to get out of here without any conflict. But now… there was only a single option left: fight. 

Dropping his companion back onto her feet and wiping Bunny’s spit from his face, a sudden, euphoric sensation of fearlessness seized him. He knew what he had to do now: protect the sweet, kind Ludelle at all costs, even if it killed him. [color=slateblue]”Guess it’s time for the main event…”[/color] he mumbled to himself. The silver haired man fell into a foreign martial stance, the small claws that adorned his fingers exposed in a hostile manner. His fangs ground together and his body steeled itself for the worst, unknowing of what powers the creature before him possessed. Naked without his Novabuster, the Hellspawn could only hope to overcome this beast with brute force. [color=slateblue]”Troll, how could you separate this poor woman from her lover? And, instead, you force her into this engagement with me, against her own will? That’s just awful. They’ll be calling me Trollslayer after I’m done with you…”[/color] Izual thundered out, malice dripping in every word. While it was nonsense to everyone else, he thought the scenario was clear as daylight and needed no more explanation. Without so much as waiting for a response, the Knight flashed forward in the blink of an eye, a hellbent Devil radiating with blind fury. 

 Ludelle’s mood was now swaying between excitement and worry as the hellspawn carried her across the room, finally settling on worry when they ended up bumping into someone who seemed to know him. And from there it was only one small step away from rage. Did she just call her a [i]whore[/i]?! Who the hell was she, even?! 

As the needle vibrated dangerously close to outright rage, Ludelle glared daggers at her “date”, who seemed completely oblivious as he suddenly decided it was time for a fight. 

“Are you serious?!” She shouted after him, her voice drowning in the sound of his rage.