Isarith - Whispers Beneath Her Wings
Added 2025-07-25 15:00:15 +0000 UTC“Angelic beauty with a mischievous spark — that’s how Malvarra described you to me,” the Master said with a faint smile, his eyes calm yet observant.
“I’ve met angels before… even fallen ones. But none as young — or as curious — as you.”
At his words, Isarith stepped gracefully from behind the ivy-draped column. Her lips curled into a knowing smile, and her black wings stirred lightly in the night air — a soft rustle of darkness shaped by light.
Her eyes, a striking blue, met his without hesitation. But just for a heartbeat… they shimmered with a warm amber glow — that ancient, fleeting flicker belonging only to angels, surfacing when emotions run too deep to hide.
“That’s why they cast me out,” she murmured, then paused with a playful shrug. “But tonight is far too beautiful for sad stories. I’ll tell you someday… somewhere more private.”
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sweet, dangerous whisper.
“For my Master…” she purred, “I could become the most envied creature in existence.”
And with that, Isarith lowered herself onto the velvet cushions.
Her short dress rode up delicately, revealing smooth, glowing legs that begged for attention.
Her gaze stayed locked on his.
And the Master… didn’t stop her.
