[h3][color=#ae098c]M[/color][color=#ba0893]a[/color][color=#c5069b]g[/color][color=#d105a2]'[/color][color=#dc04a9]m[/color][color=#e803b0]o[/color][color=#f301b8]r[/color][color=#ff00bf]a[/color] [color=#ff0092]- Lust[/color]
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[i]Envy. Such a spiteful creature.[/i]

Mag’mora gave an exaggerated eye roll to the Black Hound’s comment on her appearance, though she seemed to humor him as slits formed in her alabaster flesh and it split then sloughed off of her form, leaving something only remotely humanoid in its wake. Lust, at heart, was a creature of the shadows. It sulked, wings coiled about itself as it hunched over. 

[color=#ff0092]“It is my prerogative to entertain myself as I please here, Shael’vol.”[/color] His name was spoken in a chiding manner but not from a pleasant feminine tone anymore. Now the voice was raspy and harsh. [color=#ff0092]“Does this suit you better? Or maybe I should take the form of some grub or toadstool, so that you need not idolize and hate me for my beauty.”[/color] These words were almost spat out as Lust leered at him from a face that was nearly all long, spindly yellowed teeth. 

This strange maw turned to face Ag’thal once again, and now two wide, pale eyes bubbled up from the black wispy flesh to fix on her. Thin, almost reptilian lips slid over the teeth to soften to expression. [color=#ff0092]“You have designs on the mortal realm, Ag’thal?”[/color] Lust rumbled in thought. [color=#ff0092]“Yes, that would certainly be preferable to this purgatory. The humans have [i]much[/i] in the way of desires for us to toy with... Hm.” [/color]

As Getrus spoke once again, and revealed a human form of his own, Mag’mora’s feminine laughter returned, though it might seem odd as it erupted not from pert lips but a beast of shadows. Her laughter was pleasant. Cheerful. Not mocking, for once. 

[color=#ff0092]“Quite delightful, brother.”[/color] Lust intoned to Wrath, referencing their familiarity to one another perhaps as a tribute of peace. The shadow creature stretched itself out, rising to a height of about twelve feet as sheer, ashen wings unfurled, fluttered, then fell into place again and the creature condensed once again to about seven feet tall. She regarded Getrus. [color=#ff0092]“Though personally I was quite fond of those wings of yours... the human disguise would do nicely if we simply had a method of passing from one plane to another.”[/color]

Almost on cue, then came Neromus’ chittering voice. Lust peered at the gargoyle with suspicion. [i]Nothing good ever came of a gargoyle.[/i]

[color=#ff0092]“What deal, [i]whelp[/i]?”[/color] Mag’mora snapped, betraying her own cool demeanor to reveal her impatience. [color=#ff0092]"If you mean to imply that there is a way to depart this den of tedium, then out with it."[/color]