Sylva had become her home, more so than any other she had known. The multicolored leaves overhead provided shade and safety for those who swore fealty to it’s king. To those who cursed them, however, it had become a prison. Blood and torment were in no short supply within the border of their land. While other kingdoms filled themselves with the sound of friendly conversation, Sylva seethed with the remnants of the suffering it inflicted upon their prisoners and the laughter of those who inflicted it.
 
She was a part of them now. Her surrender to the darkness had been like the release of a breath held for far too long. Now, she’d become unrecognizable, no longer the pitifully dull creature she’d once been. The weight of her growing wings upon her back and the points to her crown of horns upon her head were proof of the changes she’d succumbed to. She was fear itself, the red glow of her aura following wherever she led. It was her loyal servant, always ready to do her biding. The fairies’ curse had become their greatest gift. In turn, it had served to crown her queen of the darkness and she was pleased to keep it that way.
 
Slinking through the forest, as she often did throughout the quiet moments of the day, she trained her ears to the farthest corner of their territory. Achingly deprived of new comers she had been forced to content herself to those who had already fallen prey to their hunger for blood. Even that novelty, however, was beginning to grow stale. Desperately she longed for something of substance to occupy her time.

The forest was hungry and it pulsates for fresh blood. Standing still she breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the taste of blood. All around her whispers rode the ever changing tide of the wind, heavy with secrets. If she listened hard enough she imagined that it spoke directly to her and she trained her ears to the sound of it. As she leaned into its lover's caress, a new voice found her. Mortem beckoned to her from his place in the shadows, calling for his queen to meet him.

Slinking through the trees, her feet found a path that would carry her to him. Keeping to the shadows she circled around him, making a study of him. Her recent encounter with Mortem's favorite plaything had left a pit in the depths of her. Dark intentions had begun to plague her and she was curious to see what his opinion would be of her plans. Irregardless of what he though, he would not change her mind.

"Hello clown king," she greeted as she remained just outside of his line of sight. "Miss me?"

Her appearance had changed quite a bit since they'd last met. Though her wings were still not yet strong enough to carry her wemight, her horns were almost completely formed. Eight horns in total had broke through the flesh of her skull, curving backwards in an ominous fashion. Likewise, her wings were equally impressive. Rough edges and sharp points decorated the leather of them, the black sheen darkly evil against the bay of her coat. She was indeed everything that he'd hoped she'd become. A demon queen through and through.

He was her slave, the truth of that realization was clear to her in the hungry way that he approached her. Rubbing himself against her like a cat she obliged his advances. It was a small price to pay for the crown that she wore.

Sensing the boiling within her, he questions her unrest and a wicked smile presents itself upon her lips. He wanted to defend her honor, or whatever was left of it. Unbeknownst to him, however, she was perfectly capable of settling her own needs.

"Perhaps Lavendel should pay us a visit, my love," she purred, her words last with the poison of her hunger.

Jesper's pet would surely make a lovely ornament amongst the trees she'd once regarded as her home. Even more tasty, was the rumored relationship that had only begun to form before Jesper's untimely inhabitation there. It brought her great delight to think upon the prevention of their reunion.

"I have found us a new pet," she explained casting a quick glance towards the treeline that surrounded them. "A...volunteer to do our bidding for us."

The forest around them was thick, heavy with anticipation. Jesper had fled, freed from their grasp and back into the greedy hands of Brennen. The hole he had left had created a sudden unrest as the creatures of the shadows gnashed their teeth in anticipation of their king's next move. Astarael was no exception. By now their one time captive would have happily divulged all he had discovered whilst in their grasp. Beqanna would begin to stir once more, outraged by Sylva's growing strength.

Absently she traced the outline of the trees. She sensed Mortem's approval of her plans to continue their torture upon Jesper. However, his interest shifts at the mention of their newest plaything. Lingering just beyond their line of sight her aura kept itself wrapped around the fox eared stallion. He feared her, deliciously so. She grinned expectantly as a wicked smile touched the velvet of her lips.

"Hiroto, come forward my pet," she beckoned, her voice ice and fire all at once. Her eyes met Mortem's expectantly. "Meet your king."