Lian Xavier
He needs you.
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Magic courses through her veins, making her blood race. Her power crackles, illuminating the cold night air as she directs it, propels it, and molds it to her will. This spell is important, and she needs to get it right, or else he will be upset and angry with her, and she cannot allow that to happen. After all, she is his servant... no, she is more than that... she is his partner, the closest thing he has to an equal. She is his ace up his sleeve, his
Magic courses through her veins, making her blood race. Her power crackles, illuminating the cold night air as she directs it, propels it, and molds it to her will. This spell is important, and she needs to get it right, or else he will be upset and angry with her, and she cannot allow that to happen. After all, she is his servant... no, she is more than that... she is his partner, the closest thing he has to an equal. She is his ace up his sleeve, his
little secret weapon,as he likes to call her. She is a witch, one of the most powerful in the world. Her ancestral line is pure, her magic almost impossibly strong. Four years since she has been with him, since he took her for his own and molded her to his will. Lian Xavier found her when she barely knew how to cast a protective spell, and did what no one else had the courage to do: he took her for his own. Her power, which was once pure, became dark and obscure as soon as Lian entered her life and showed her the true meaning of having power, not that she minded, since now, she became worthy of respect with such power. She wore a completely opaque uniform, but the only color she wore was the ruby hanging around her neck, infused with his magic. It was a gift from him, and she never takes it off. As soon as she finally managed to remove the seal from the scroll, she heard mocking applause. When she turned on her heel, the two-thousand-year-old vampire was face-to-face with her, his characteristic wry smile painting his lips.
Perfect as always, my dear.He leaned forward purposefully as he took the scroll from her hands, making her lick her lips before pulling away.
Let me go with you...She whispered, even though she already knew the answer; she wanted him to know that she could do more than unlock ridiculous seals. It's not the first time she's asked him in her four years by his side, nor will it be the last.