[ The taunting is more confusing than the running, and while she is surprised he isn’t trying to do more to convince her to join his dark forces, there is the consideration as to why. Perhaps he’s only toying with her. Leading her into a trap. It would still be worth the risk, it always would be. She has been preparing herself for the possibility of encountering Satan, of finally banishing him once and for all, but what if she could do the same for his brother? His name is— It— It won’t matter once he’s dead. Let him be forgotten.
The old words snap out of her jaggedly as though they have torn her throat to shreds—sharp and frenzied. ]
Esee menyaalu uuratsni lakwe eetsa roidakh!
[ The last efforts of the most desperate of all souls for some manner of justice—of vengeance. Vanessa stops abruptly with clenched fists and grit teeth, staring after as he gets further yet. Can she manage it with the limitations? Of course she can. She is no mere witch; Joan had said as much herself. Her magic is innate. Whatever words the Devil may think to claim, Vanessa is willing to take them for herself. ]
Entsai orra'aabu tahak nistwere.
[ As the guttural chanting from behind him grows louder, Dorian may see a shadow darting up just beside him. Gone if he turns his head, but either way a sharp pain may still needle at his skull for a moment. ]
An sennuunak sha'am tene'aku 'amiis nistwere.
[ Should he turn at the shaded presence that then dashes behind him (did they seem familiar?), through the dim flicker of false candlelight he may see Vanessa's dark silhouette on approach with slow steps from down the hall. There is no longer any appearance of delicacy about her as she prowls down the hall with an unblinking glower and a growl that creeps low.
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The old words snap out of her jaggedly as though they have torn her throat to shreds—sharp and frenzied. ]
[ The last efforts of the most desperate of all souls for some manner of justice—of vengeance. Vanessa stops abruptly with clenched fists and grit teeth, staring after as he gets further yet. Can she manage it with the limitations? Of course she can. She is no mere witch; Joan had said as much herself. Her magic is innate. Whatever words the Devil may think to claim, Vanessa is willing to take them for herself. ]
[ As the guttural chanting from behind him grows louder, Dorian may see a shadow darting up just beside him. Gone if he turns his head, but either way a sharp pain may still needle at his skull for a moment. ]
[ Should he turn at the shaded presence that then dashes behind him (did they seem familiar?), through the dim flicker of false candlelight he may see Vanessa's dark silhouette on approach with slow steps from down the hall. There is no longer any appearance of delicacy about her as she prowls down the hall with an unblinking glower and a growl that creeps low.
What does he regret? ]