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The strong incense of vanilla and golden honey flooded her senses as she welcomed the steaming water upon her skin. The scouring sensation that was soon carried away by the soft pressure of sponges, and soothing massages. The queen let out a soft sigh before laying back in the hot milky was that was provided for her bath. Gentle bubbles caressed her body as she lyed still, not causing a ripple to stir the mirror reflection of her flawless skin, the water carrying strands of auburn hair away from her pale face and only her bangs remained at rest as she ran her fingers through her locks to cleanse them. She appeared regal in a sense, as her calm facade was aesthetically appealing to those that looked upon it.

Raven had only spent a few moments of her time in the water before she was interrupted, the presence of a Page entering the room, and immediately getting onto his knees, pressing his forehead to the floor not to dare look upon his majesty as she stood from the bath, revealing her entirety. A smirk came across her face as she stepped from the large marbled tub, her barefeet leaving a trail of water with each step. 'He demands my presence hmm?'Understanding the meaning behind his summons she smiled softly, knowing full well how agitated his lord has become since their meeting with the one known as Azreal. Raven held her hand out, flicking her wrist to dismiss the Page boy and order her ladies in waiting to bring her garments.

Ordained in fine silks in the opaque shades of black, golden jewelry and decorative paint the Queen appeared like a goddess as she slowly ascended the stairs to their chamber. Normally she would have simply walked through her astral plane to appear in front of him immediately but she enjoyed toying with his patience in return for disrupting her bath. Just as she pushed open the large door that barricaded the entrance to their room, a large crash alerted her to the current mood of her king, causing her to simply step inside, eyeing the debris that had fallen to the floor.

"If you do not like the new decor my lord you need only say so."

Her cute joke accompanied by a sly grin as she bowed in the presence of the Demon King. Why she pushed her luck in front of Asura was a mystery that was ongoing for the two years she had spent in his grasp. She knew his temper, and his quickness to kill. Did she think herself immortal under his rule?

She straightened her figure and stepped a bit closer to him, standing before the pharaoh in one of her nicest attire. The nearly see through silk dress hanging loosely over her body and tailored to fit accent her physical features nicely. Looking up to meet his gaze she smirked before walking away to pour herself a glass of wine, a continued habit that she clung to so desperately.

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Though she appeared to be focused on the blood red liquid that filled her cup, Raven waited patiently for the moment that she knew would come. Just as it had each time she found herself in his presence alone. His words acted like a knife, cutting into her back and causing her eyebrow to raise in curiousity, "Ohhh?" Asura, who came at her in an instant, causing her to drop the goblet and letting the red wine run over the floor. One hand weighed against her throat, and the other gently grazed her abdomen, the soft sensation causing goosebumps to grow over her skin.

She was stoic in her stance, her hands resting on the table in front of her and her eyes fixed ahead as he continued to speak. A lump grew in her throat as she recognized her position and what exactly it could mean for her if she did not have an answer for him. Inhaling swiftly she spoke, her voice remaining calm in his intimidating presence, "I had assumed that this was about the man that sought your counsel previously my King... but if I am wrong in that assumption then perhaps.." her eyes flicked to rest upon his features, "This has to do with that encrypted prophetic tablet that the Seer has produced?" she asked referring to a stone relic, with ancient writing on it. She had spent day and night working through her tomes to decode its hidden knowledge.

So far the only word she has been able to translate is 'Angel'.

Raven tensed slightly in his grasp, "I am sorry my king... I need more time. The text is not only hard to read, but I cannot find references in any of my books -- I will have to go elsewhere to find the necessary transcriptions."
She exhaled slowly, playing a gamble with telling him that she has failed to translate the tablet, and thus delayed any amount of power to be given him.

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Raven struggled to keep her composure in his grasp, his soft laugh made her lip quiver and she even closed her eyes as the gentle pressure of his fangs came to rest on her skin. Her mortal heart sped up as time seemed to carry on forever, the suspense of the near pain was haunting to her and she impatiently awaited her punishment -- but it did would not happen today.
Asura's release was soon followed by a slow exhale and her body relaxing as she calmed herself. He enjoyed toying with her, knowing full well that she feared him like everyone else did. ' Did that fear earn you true loyalty Asura? Or only a fragment of faith? '

Her fire like eyes sparkled as they watched him walk to their bed, sitting upon the soft linens that lined the feather mattress. His inquiry dragging her to show some amount of irritation, "We live in a world where the skill of a man lies with his sword and not with the pen. Madiya possesses few scholars this day and age My Lord... Perhaps I can find a suitable monkey in which to place my faith."

'Tch' It irritated Raven to know that Asura would forbid her leave even though he knew just how much she desired it. It wasn't an act of protection, but instead he was keeping her away from the world, like a prized animal in a zoo. 'Why?'
The woman nodded in agreeance to his terms, "If it please you my lord than I should only feel the same," she said placing her hand over her chest and bowing slightly. In truth she knew it was not wise to place hope in some mortal; the contents of that scried tablet were to precious to give to any mere human and she would be better to go herself... even if she would go against his orders, perhaps succeeding in her mission and providing a fruitful discovery would quell the anger that would surely follow.

However in the meantime, she would play her part and give him as he desired.

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It was common to see the king's mood sway so easily between two fixed points, but to see a change in his demeanor entirely was rare if nonexistent. So when he softly began to act cordial to the queen, she was rendered still in her shock. Her eyes grew wide and she was speechless in his presence, only able to slowly move to take her place next to him. Her expression was unnatural as she felt his hand gingerly caressed her lower back, as if he was tempting every fiber of her feminine body.

'I am valuable? In what sense... coming from you who doesn't exercise any amount of caution with me..' she thought in her mind while trying to comprehend what he was saying. Then suddenly she felt searing pain in the nape of her back as the pressure he used increased beyond her limits, nearly drawing blood from her soft pale skin. She only grit her teeth, exhaling slowly as she endured it, not wanting to scream out and give him the pleasure of it.

Her red eyes flashed to rest over him, her furrowed brows hinting at the anger that grew inside her. Closing her eyes she inhaled before answering him, "Of course my lord, I would never keep anything from you... We are as you, betrothed."
Moving away from his grasp she stood, shaking off the feeling she had earlier -- the emotional response to his endearing words and gentle touch. She crossed her arms over her body and looked away from the king, her face showing a slight blush in her embarrassed state.

"Perhaps I can seek out Azreal... he is intelligent enough to understand the importanty of the situation, and it seems you have some amount of trust in him, am I right my lord?" Biting on her bottom lip she faced him, cocking her hip to the side and standing there with her arms underneath her chest.

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Trying to please the king was like trying to coax a bear with fruit; in the end, the animal would be satiated, but his preferences was the bloody meat you had in the back-- So at the same time, you were trying not to get eaten in process. Raven awaited some kind of blessing, but instead she was only met with a twisted smile, which only confused her more. The Queen raised her eyebrows as she was given an awkward ultimatum that was not even necessary to the situation. In response the woman just scowled, she knew what he was doing. He was trying to get her to submit to him and reveal that she truly only intended on going herself.

He stood and inched closer to her, in an act to enunciate his words and drive his point further, which in return only infuriated Raven. Naturally she held herself in check with him, allowing herself to be pushed around by the king as his submissive puppet, but this was ridiculing and she would not stand by it.

Raven's brows furrowed and her eyes lit up with a firey passion, her words her calm, but shaky as if she was struggling to hold herself back. "Have I not been trustworthy?... Have I not lived here as your pet for two years? Never stepping a foot outside of the palace?!" she looked away, reaching for the cup that held the drink she once poured for herself, bringing it close and raising it between them, "This is what ive been reduced to! A glutton that can't find escape elsewhere but her books and wine!"
Her anger awakening the magic power within her, the room began to subtly shake, and she gave of a reddish purple aura that gave of a feeling of pure evil.
"Tell me - My King- who is really trustworthy, you who have been keeping secrets... Why am I so special that you keep me locked away like some relic only to be seen by your eyes? I have done nothing but seek out your glory in what ways I can! It was luck that the Oracle stumbled upon this in his readings!"

She wanted to continue, to get the answers she sought, but she knew that if she did not calm down, he would surely punish her for lashing out. Instead she exhaled, her anger being satisfied and the power in the room dwindling. Raven looked up at her husband, the small and petite woman raising her eyes to meet the King's. "If no mortal is fitting enough, do we have any other choice?"