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Clara came to him easily. It just took a while. Only archmages or those who possessed a magic staff could attain the state of calm that was necessary to interact with the arcane instantly, and he had not reached the highest rank yet nor was he in the possession of such a powerful item. The spell was cast. In the meantime the servants had brought the young dark elven man to the altar where the lady of House Chaos Dawn welcomed him. “Go. I don’t have need of you anymore.” She waved a slender, black hand, and the servants left the chamber. The slave and soon to be sacrifice for the Goddess of Lust looked at her from big red eyes. His face was completely calm. Only the slight trembling of his body revealed that he was not without emotion. The lady laughed at him. It was a beautiful, musical laughter, almost innocent, the laughter of a girl who’d just received a new toy.
“This brightening”, she said and beckoned him to sit at her side. She let her fingers run across his cheek. “This brightening you will become one with the goddess. There is no greater honor for a man like you. You are an animal, without a name, without a House to protect you, without a Matron, a mother or a sister to speak for you, but this brightening you will be somebody. This brightening you will be House Chaos Dawn’s greatest treasure. You will be sent to Haya to talk to her, and our House will regain her favour so that we will rule Har’oloth. You understand what kind of gift I’m giving you, don’t you?” She abruptly let go of him again. He gave no sign of understanding her. He just sat there and looked at her, like a beautiful statue made of black marble.
One of the lady’s companions removed the chain around the slave’s wrist, and then the guards started chanting while the lady took her knife and let it run across the man’s left cheek. Blood immediately began to flow. She did the same with the right cheek, and then she turned to his chest. She was touching him with her blade, caressing him with her blade, not really hurting him yet, just playing. The pain would come a bit later. For now she wanted to enjoy the smoothness of his skin and the firmness of his body. For a moment she froze – as if she had noticed Olvann or his spell – but then she turned around again. Maybe he was being ignored – on purpose. The other slave, the girl, had stopped screaming and just stared at the scene that was unfolding in front of her. Her eyes were wide. She was clearly shocked and scared, and yet she found herself unable to turn away. She had never seen anything like that before.
Olvann’s plan to kill the lady was a noble one – at least in some way – but she had companions, and she was was not helpless even though she lacked the proficiency in the arcane arts that the older members of her House possessed. But there was more than enough time to take a closer look at the situation and decide what he would do and how he would do it. The ceremony would apparently take a while. The daughter of House Chaos Dawn liked toying with her victims before she killed them.
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