Sorrento adjusted her ornate mask. Pale, elegant fingers coaxing her obsidian hair to cascade over her shoulders. The slender woman case a glance at her 'companion', her dark eyes barely visible in the shadow of the skeletal mask she wore. To look at them you would never suspect they were travelling together - Sorrento was tall, slender and beautiful; her black dress with its gold embellishments clinging to her curves, accentuating her frame. She was stunning, anyone who saw her could not help but look at her once more, for who could tear their eyes away from the ethereal loveliness of this strange woman? 
Wilhelm garnered his own attention, though for wholly other reasons. The man's thin face was gaunt, his yellowing skin pulled taught against this bone so that his black, emotionless eyes bulging in his face despite being sunken into his skull. His skin was cut and scarred, his black hair cut short and manageable. His body was thin, swamped by his Priests robes - but it was his mouth that truly caught the eye of those that walked passed them… His lips were swollen and red, the edges jagged and chapped, the corners of his mouth bore deep gashes that created a horrifying, permanent 'smile' upon his face. 

For once her 'companion' did not have his disgusting pet with him; the Hell Cat hated Sorrento as much as she hated the feline. The woman lifted the parasol higher, ensure Wilhelm was properly shaded from the sunlight streaming down upon them. Their relationship was difficult to explain. Wilhelm was not her Master, not technically at least. As a child, Sorrento had been gifted to the Church to save her parents from poverty, sold to the Priests in exchange for wealth. She had learnt the Dance and excelled at it, unfortunately, her excellence had made her stand out, and that had caught Wilhelm's eye. The Priest had swiftly favoured the girl, choosing her regularly to take to his chambers for his own disturbing pleasures, feeding primarily from her - for what was better than virgin blood? Sorrento had not been strong enough to get away from the Vampire, even with her training she knew she could not best the foul thing that watched her every move. 
Then the day came when their Church would choose a sacrifice for their Dark Lord - and Sorrento's name had been pulled. Wilhelm's obsession with her was how she survived - before she could be taken he took her innocence and turned her, the sacrifice was no good if she wasn't pure, if she wasn't human. She still hated him, loathed him. Their very proximity made her nauseous… but Sorrento knew damn well she owed him everything she had now - the power, the strength, her everlasting beauty. All of it because of him. 

They had left the Church after that, but not before Wilhelm had torn it apart - the other Priests had underestimated the quiet, foul man… they hadn't known the power lurking behind those dead eyes and that permanent broken smile. Sorrento danced, Wilhelm performed rituals and the pay got paid for it, travelling all the while. She could have run, but Sorrento's mind was still tethered to her Maker, for all her bite the Vampiress had yet to free herself from his clutches entirely… A rumour had reached them that the newest of the God's was gathering a Court together, Vampiric had been the whisper, though other tales told that other likeminded beings were more than welcome. 

The journey up the volcano was uncomfortable due to the heat, but Sorrento never once made a move to take off her mask, nor did she lower the parasol keeping the sun off their skin. She kept a slight step behind Wilhelm as he opened the colossal doors, the pair stepping inside together. Lowering the parasol Sorrento glanced back over her shoulder as the Gate closed behind them, even if she had wanted to escape she could not - Wilhelm would find her eventually. 
"Come SoSo, do not dawdle," Wilhelm's thick, oily voice called out to her, using the nickname he had given her and making he wish she could tear out his tongue. 
Flicking her hair behind her, Sorrento caught up with him in two strides, sneering as his sickly pink tongue slithered across his lips to wet the chapped and permanently sore skin. 

The Maze did not faze them; they had a destination in mind and they would reach it regardless of whatever hardships awaited them in the meantime - it wasn't as though they hadn't faced difficulties before now. Their progress was slow but continual, and eventually, their determination gave way to victory - the Citadel lay beyond, as did the God they were seeking employment from. Wilhelm held out a hand to Sorrento and smiled, she merely snarled at him and took it, gathering her skirt in her other hand to aid her movements as they ascended to the Citadel doors. They moved with grace, the strange pair gliding across the walkway until they reached the empty Throne room. Wilhelm's thumb pressed hard upon the top of Sorrento's hand and she hissed, dropping to her knees to bow as was her silent instruction, hands upturned in her lap as she bowed her head - just as they had been taught as children. Wilhelm closed his eyes and bowed his head, fingertips pressed together, hands downturned as he spoke. "We seek an audience with the great Deity of these Halls, we hear he seeks loyal subjects, and come to offer our talents."

An unsettled churning had begun within the pit of Syn’s stomach. Her instincts were typically on point, but the vampiress was unsure what would make her feel the sense of unease. In the library that was deeper within the temple. A desk had been set up for the assistant to work at outside of her private quarters. She enjoyed the connection with the rest of the staff of the Observatory. They were an interesting varied staff considering the stark contrast between the Lord of the Temple as well as the Lady at his side.

Lean muscled legs were crossed at the ankles below her desk as her quill continued to scrawl across the paper. It was an order form for new supplies. The loyalists were growing in numbers, and that meant there were more supplies needed. Her Patron Lord seemed fine with the requisition increases since it meant his base followers were on the rise. Word was spreading to bring the potential to their doorstep. Syn sighed while placing her quill back in the ink bottle as she glanced down at the stack of forms. Long red hair had been neatly braided as it rested over her shoulder. Golden gaze flashed up towards the door just as a servant entered the room. The servant had a gaunt look upon her face as she crossed the room to where Syn waited. Her manicured nails trailed along the length of her metal box on the table as she waited for news she was certain to receive. New Pilgrims.

Taking in a deep breath, Syn pushed up from her desk to walk around it. The new members of her coven made some of the servants that belonged to Lady Alairia nervous. It was understandable, but also Syn typically made the servants for Alairia nervous. She was an unknowable element still. Improvements were being had, but they were slow. The temptress didn’t mind though since Lady Alairia was trusting her increasingly as time went on.

Her outfit for the day had been a little more conservative; though standards of conversvative were different to others. A white blouse hugged her curves tightly, with a deep V of the cleavage that almost exposed her navel. Shirt was tucked into the black pencil skirt that looked as if it were painted on with how tight it was. Syn considered it a conservative outfit since the bottom of her skirt came only half way up her thigh instead of just below her hip. ”We will greet them well. Go to the kitchens and fetch fresh blood.”.

Heels clicked upon the polished floor as she moved through the temple until she came into the Throne room. The beauty of the black haired siren woman was not lost upon Syn. In fact, she was already rather taken with the elegance of the new arrival. That unsettling churn pulled her attention again as she allowed her gaze to trace over the male companion. He was the source of her unease. Nose scrunched slightly in a sneer as she got a better look at him from behind. Already the sight of his yellowish skin set her off.

Taking a breath, Syn plastered a seductive smile upon her face that reached her eyes. ”Good day upon your travelers. Well met on you making it through the Raiqi Labyrinth. Tell me, what brings the…two of you here to my esteemed Lord’s home.” Her steps carried her around the two until her arm rested upon the realistically carved dragon that clutched Lord Raith’s throne. Feline smirk curled at the edges of her lips as she got a good look at the pair. The woman was every description used of grace and beauty. An ornate masked covered her features, though Syn doubted that there was a marred mark upon her flawless skin. She scented that the pair were vampires, though the male smelled wrong somehow that she could not pin-point quite yet.