Chapter 40: Black Mirrors of the Soul
(The World Below and Between, Near the Kaleion Marker, Time Neutral)
Damon never trusted anyone, or anything, down here. Trust could be fatal. Besides, what had trust ever done for him? He followed the arrangements, sitting at the steps of the temple, waiting for Evanyil and her even more crazy sister, Lorianus. Elves were dangerous and slippery with the truth. Cave elves, on the other hand, didn’t even make an attempt at being coy. They merely killed you if they didn’t like you. Still, if Evanyil was all she was alleged to be, she could be useful. Though, the idea of a partner did require a level of trust he wasn’t yet comfortable with. This would be a trial run. Let’s see how she does, and we’ll go from there, Damon cautioned himself as he waited.
The strange light given off by the vegetation of this dangerous expanse made him take pause. The interior of the city seemed darker, more dangerous, than the outer that butted up against the native plant life of the massive caverns. He was warned never to travel here until he’d become far more experienced and powerful. This was no place for a beginner. Even seasoned mages died here, and many were lost forever, but supposedly Evanyil could help him find the way out. He tried staying as close to the markers as possible, but even that didn’t guarantee his safe exit. Hopefully Evanyil could do what had been claimed of her by his contact. Sitting on the steps of the temple, he watched others go by, elves and trollocs alike, even the occasional human, though that was much less common down here. Turning his attention temporarily back to the temple’s entrance, he could see a figure moving in the shadows—definitely female—unquestionably beautiful. Just as quickly as she appeared, she was gone, perhaps inside. He couldn’t tell.
Sighing, he turned back to face the street, regretting his decision to wait here for Evanyil. What am I doing? I don’t need her, or her even more unstable sister. I’d be better off on my own.
“I think so too.”
The sultry voice of Evanyil was more than enough to make him jump out of his skin right there on the spot. Spinning around, rising to his feet before he knew it, Damon found himself confronted by the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her satin yet shimmering black skin was perfection as was her ageless youth. Her perfect symmetry, glowing violet eyes, shimmering platinum hair to the small of her back, and her stunning curves turned every head—man, woman, elf—everyone. She appeared not even twenty summers of age. They say first impressions are everything. Damon’s first impression of Evanyil in the flesh was… WOW!
“Ummm. I’m Damon.” Not wanting to threaten her with his size, he sat back down on the steps.
“Yes, you are.” Evanyil paced around him, or for him; he couldn’t quite tell. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she kneeled eye-to-eye with him. “Those are pretty black eyes. Wherever did you get them?”
“You could say I killed someone for them.” Not a lie, but not the whole truth either. He wasn’t sure about her yet.
“I heard you killed your father for them.”
She had good sources—as did he. “Where’s Lorianus?”
A directional nod of Evanyil’s head pointing behind Damon caused him to pivot and look behind, seeing Evanyil’s much bigger and fiercer-looking sister all decked out in the finest elven ranger gear money could buy. Evanyil was soft, sultry, chaotic, and amazingly stunning. Lorianus was muscular, broad, toned, and deadly quiet in appearance. She’d managed to sneak up on them, on him anyway, with little-to-no effort.
“This is the mage?! He doesn’t look like much to me,” Lorianus chided, looking down at Damon from her higher-ground position on the temple stairs, causing Damon to stand where he towered over her even with her elevation advantage.
“Try me,” Damon warned, never blinking as he stared Lorianus down.
“Okay, maybe he’s got some balls. I’ll give him that.” Lorianus backed down, giving Damon some space.
Pivoting back to Evanyil only to see she was gone, Damon started to wonder what was going through her mind. Was she toy— Before he could finish the thought, he felt Evanyil’s tongue in his left ear. Before he could protest, she had him weak everywhere but that which he couldn’t yet control. There he was pulsing as Evanyil’s licking turned to kissing of his earlobe as she caressed his neck.
“Hmmm.” Evanyil suddenly pulling back left Damon frustrated and confused. “Well, he’s going to be fun to play with at least.” Evanyil moved around him again—this time down the steps as she started walking away from him, swaying her perfect hips in her tight shimmering black bodysuit that also showed off the long, poisoned dagger she was reported to wear at all times. “Coming, Damon? You do want to get out of here right? I mean, we’ve got work to do—don’t we?”
A heavy sigh from Damon didn’t reveal everything currently going on in his head about Evanyil—that was far too complicated for one physical gesture to fully express. What was he getting himself into with this cave elf? She was going to be his undoing, but she was magnificent to look at.
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