WHO: Maeve and Ayperos. WHAT: He needs to make his move! WHEN: Now. WHERE: Starting off at a concert RATING:
Eve sat on a bar stool watching Ayperos as he stood on stage, her gaze sliding over his form in appreciation. This male’s body suited him and reminded her so much of how he looked in his true form, at least how he appeared to her. She was quite fond of it. And his voice. She’d heard siren’s in the past, but they had always been female.
But his voice? His voice did have an effect on her despite her not wanting to admit to it. How would it look if the sin of lust, of all desire, fell victim to a siren’s voice? Yet, she couldn’t deny that she did. Her eyes closed as she let the sound wash over her, it pulled at her and made her desire to give herself over to him. The call he gave everyone in the room. Give them their souls, their loyalty, their undying devotion. It was a call that was nearly impossible to ignore.
Still, there was something about Ayperos in this body. He was darker, more deadly and more dangerous. With a siren’s voice he could get people to do anything he desired and if he couldn’t do it with that, he had his baby sister on his side. V had begun spending more time with him, their deal bringing her close to him so he could help her control her gifts. So it was only a matter of time now before he had all of hell bowing at his feet.
Eve shifted, her leg crossing over the other, the skirt of her dress riding up dangerously high. A teasing action now that Ayperos’ gaze had strayed toward her. Eve loved the ‘power’ she had over him, if you could really call it that. Ayperos was a powerful demon, truthfully even more powerful than she was. But even the most powerful beings fell victim to their lust and that was where she had him, and she loved it.
In life, Eve had become a worshipper of his, eventually becoming so obsessed with him that she sacrificed her friends to bring him forth from hell and then took her own life before him, offering him her heart to consume. Eve was his, there was no question. However now that she was a demon, the tables were turned, and she found ways to make him desire her just as badly as she had always desired him. And she delighted in doing it in moments like this. Teasing him and testing his resolve to concentrate.
After a few moments, Eve turned away from him and grabbed her drink from the bar before pushing herself off the stool and disappearing into the crowd. Where did she go? Not far, only back stage were, she could listen to him and wait for him to finish his show. She was less of a distraction from back there since she often remained in the shadows just watching and enjoying his performance.
When the show ended, Eve walked away as the band left the stage, moving to their dressing room, her form pushed up on one of the mirrored dressing tables, one leg crossing over the other as he and the others moved in. when he approached her, Eve leaned into his body, her hand moving up to his face, trailing her nails down his cheek in affection. Her black eyes moving over his face, not having to worry about hiding what she was considering he and the band were all demons.
“You’re growing even more powerful with every soul that gives themselves to you.” Eve’s gaze moved over his form once more before moving back up to his meet his. “Your power radiates off of you, your danger. You will be unstoppable when you finally lead your army against your father and take what is rightfully yours.”