It hard for her to keep a low profile in a city like this, this hive of scum and villainy, it was simply retched. If the angel had been a bit more powerful, or, more truthfully knew her true potential, and was a little more cruel than she’d be all for razing this whole city to the ground. It stank, and not just to the nose, but to the senses, she felt the evil in the city it had seemed into every stone. ~I must find what I am looking for and leave as soon as I can.~ She thought to herself as she moved along the streets.

At a few inches under six fee tall she wasn’t imposing in height, nor was her built that strong, oh there was next to no fat on her and her muscles were wire tight. But she didn’t have the body of a body builder, a gymnast maybe. She wore armour of some sort of metal, but the shine had been purposefully scrubbed from it and she had thrown a cloak around herself. Even still it looked as though she had a backpack on since there was a large bulge on her back under the cloak, but those were her wings. White feathered, well, aside from a couple of black ones, she was doing her best to hide them, lest she attract under wanted attention. She had the hood from her armour up and the hood from the cloak over top of that, but once in a while when she looked up one could see her brilliant light blue eyes that even in the darkened streets from the coming evening sparkled. The only bit of her skin that showed was her face when she looked up, and even then that was interesting because of the angelic tattoos that were inked upon her skin.

Sirona had been in this city because she was looking for information on a slavery ring that was supposedly working out of the city somewhere. She was being careful who she asked, but not being adept at these kinds of things Sirona wasn’t asking a lot of people, just those that seemed to be on a more level playing field with her. Even some of the hookers that worked the streets at this time she had asked, they hadn’t told her anything but the way they had looked at her and the things they spoke of they would do for coin made the angel’s skin crawl. Disgusting, that people would pay for such things.

Her stomach growled at her, she was starving, but she wasn’t willing to by any food from anyone here, more so as the sun was setting. ~I should fly out of here for now and come back tomorrow morning and start again.~ Sirona thought to herself as she passed by a certain establishment, catching the sound of people ‘in the moment’ and swiftly she changed her direction away from that building. Which was hard to do in this city since there were so many brothels around here. ~Maybe I will ask for Gaberil’s help later on, and see if he’s interested in wiping this city from creation forever.~ The thought crossed her mind but she shook her head to chase it away, not everyone in this city was corrupt or deserved death.

Just most of them.

As of late, Serafina had been feeling somewhat different. She wasn’t entirely sure what had been causing it, but she seemed to be enjoying life more in general than she had in the past. She hadn’t seen much of Xerxez since he had pledged his loyalty to Nemesis. Although Serafina had a long history with Nemesis, being that he had been the one to change her into the powerful vaewolf that she was, she had yet to visit him since his ascension. The disagreement they had endured had culminated in a rather violent fight, but they had since made amends. She still harbored a bit of a grudge over his choosing of Celeste as his true mate, but apples to oranges.

Serafina had, in the past few weeks, taken over a brothel in Vilpamolan. It’s previous owner had mysteriously disappeared – which really meant that Serafina had lured her into a secluded area and rather brutally killed her, draining her of her blood, dismembering her, and scattering the pieces into the ocean. That left an opening, and using her mental influence, Serafina had jumped in to fill it. The girls that worked their seemed rather fond of her, and she of them – plus, they were making her a rather large sum of money, and even a supernatural creature enjoyed wealth.

There was a dampness to the evening air this night, an indication that a storm was going to be rolling in. Serafina was walking the streets of Vilpamolan, a rolled cigarette of heavily perfumed herbs pinched between her index and middle fingers. She drew in a drag of the smoke an exhaled as she rounded a corner. She had just finished conversing with a few of the street walkers, looking to find a few more girls for her house, but none of them had panned out. However, when she rounded the corner, something came into view that piqued her interest.

The something she saw was female, of course, but she got a sense that it wasn’t entirely human. She also gave off an aura of uncomfortableness. This, Serafina quite liked. A devious smirk crossed her lips. Being a vaewolf offered her certain influences over humans, and some of the less powerful supernatural races. As she was unsure what this female in front of her really was, she was willing to take the risk on this one.

Speeding up, she fell into step next to Sirona. ”Hello, there,” she said, softly, smiling warmly at her. ”I can’t help but notice that you seem a bit lost. There’s a lot of undesirables out here, I’m afraid, and it can be rather dangerous.” She stepped to be in front of her, so that Sirona would be forced to stop walking. ”I can offer you a safe place for the evening if you need? I run, well, I suppose you could call it an inn, just down the street here,” she said. Her words dripped with the influence she pushed towards her in an attempt to get her to agree.

”My name is Serafina,” she said rather sweetly, extending her hand toward Sirona. ”You’re lucky you happened upon me when you did. A beautiful thing like you may as well have a target painted on your back,” she said, using the same hand she had extended to reach up and gently caress her cheek. ”Shall we?” she said, offering her arm to Sirona when she was sure that her influence was working.

Already on edge from just being in this city Sirona nearly jumped out of her skin when Serafina appeared next to her and started talking. But voice and smile that Sirona turned to look at was warm, but Sirona’s instincts were screaming to just run away, opened her wings and leave, now. Yet she didn’t, instead she listened to what the human looking woman had to say. The woman stepped in front of the angel and Sirona had to stop before she bumped into the other, raising her head enough to better look at the woman, in turn, allowing Serafina to better see Sirona’s brilliant eyes and tattooed face. At the offer of a safe place to stay the night Sirona shook her head, but was it out of a negative response, or was she shaking the creeping fog in her mind away? ”N, no, I’m ok, I plan leaving before it’s totally dark anyway.” Sirona explained but she didn’t sound totally convinced in her words.

The angel shook her head again and blinked those baby blues, something wasn’t right. No, wait, Sirona thought, things were ok, weren’t they? Sirona reached out despite what she would normally do in a place like this and took Serafina’s hand. ”Sirona.” She replied simply her head feeling fuzzy for some reason. A being called beautiful a heavy blush came to Sirona’s cheeks. ”Y, you’re too kind.” Sirona replied shyly.

When her cheek was touched, however, Sirona seemed to want to recoil from it instantly. Yet, despite her thoughts on such actions she didn’t flinch away, though she shook like she wanted to. Sirona was silent for a few moments as whatever was wrong with her seemed to get worse, she was aware of her actions yet she didn’t stop herself. She finally managed a smile to Serafina and hooked her arm into the woman’s offered arm. ”I appreciate the offer, Serafina, thank you.”

Sirona seemed a bit lethargic in how she was thinking and acting, though at the same time the angel was fully aware of everything she was doing. Though why she was going with this strange woman into her inn wasn’t a thought that crossed Sirona’s mind like it normally would. Instead, despite her normal instincts, Sirona already seemed to trust Serafina. Together they walked into Serafina’s inn and her host found a table for them sit together and nearly an instant later a server was bringing glasses of wine to the table.

Before Sirona actually sat down however she, deciding it would be rude to keep it on, removed her cloak and set it aside. That made it obvious as to what she was, large white feathered wings were what she had been hiding. Without the cloak on and the need to hide her wings Sirona was better able to make herself comfortable in the chair, getting her wings in a good place. Seated Sirona looked around the place, eyes glassy until she blinked them a few times and she turned her attention back to Serafina again for a moment before looking down at the glass of wine. Sirona didn’t drink, at all, it wasn’t something that she wanted to partake in.

Staring at the glass for a few moments she finally looked back to Serafina again. ”I’m sorry, Serafina, I seem to be feeling a little dizzy at the moment.” Sirona offered and shook her head, trying to clear the fog from it but failing. What was that feeling?! Staring at the wine again, it would take a lot more for her to actually want to drink it, or even taste it for once. Blinking her blue eyes went back to Serafina once more. ”Ah, I fear I might be getting a headache as well.” Sirona sighed starting to feel an increase of pressure in her mind.

Sirona’s reactions and demeanor gave way to the fact that Serafina’s vampiric influence was having an effect. When the angel removed her cloak, the sight of her wings delighted the vaewolf, as she was now under the impression that her abilities even worked on a divine creature. She had been feeling stronger, of course, but she wasn’t aware that she was that strong. She analyzed the wings without being rude, noticing that peppered in with the white feathers of the angel’s wings were two or three black feathers. She did not know much about angels, but she came to the immediate conclusion that something had caused those black feathers to appear there – they certainly weren’t just a fluke. What it was that caused them, however, was certainly up for debate.

One thing Serafina found curious, however, was the fact that Sirona had not yet taken a drink from her glass of wine. Serafina had immediately grabbed her own, drinking deeply from it and placing it back upon the surface of the table. The host that had seated the pair appeared almost instantaneously and refilled her cup once more, which Serafina greeted with an approving nod.

She turned her attention back to Sirona, who was now complaining of a headache it seemed. Serafina knew better – she knew it was her influence that was inside of Sirona’s mind, messing with her and making her feel strange, but she had to play along to keep up the illusion. ”Oh, my dear, I am so sorry to hear that,” she said, frowning and sliding her chair so that she was a bit closer to the angel. She placed a hand reassuringly on Sirona’s shoulder, careful not to allow her hand to brush any part of the angel’s wings. ”You should try the wine, you know, some say that it helps with migraines and headaches, particularly if the headaches are caused by any sort of stress or tension,” she said, reaching out to pull the full glass of wine towards Sirona so that it sat a bit closer on the table than it previously had. She also made sure to send another wave of her vampiric charm towards Sirona, though it was clear that the angel was rather strong willed and she wasn’t sure whether or not the effort to get her to drink was going to work or not.

Now that she was seated so close to her, Serafina made a slow movement, bringing her hand towards Sirona’s face, allowing her fingers to graze her cheek in a rather intimate manner. ”So, you’ve made no attempt to hide your true form from me, but I have to ask.. what on earth is an angel doing in Vilpamolan? This place is known for being rather crass and offputting, yet here you are, a beautiful creature,” she trailed off, focusing her eyes onto Sirona’s. ”Perhaps you were meant to be in my path!” she exclaimed, with a rather flirtatious tone to her voice.

Sirona didn’t notice when Serafina got closer but felt the hand on her shoulder. Normally one to flinch away from such a simple bit of contact Sirona half leaned into it as her head swam. Serafina offered the wine as a solution to Sirona’s sudden headache and the angel looked down to it for a moment. She swayed again when a renewed wave of charm washed over her and reached out to take the glass. ”Yes, I suppose it might help.” Sirona replied dreamily but with a small smile as she sipped the wine and made a face like she hadn’t tasted wine before, which she hadn’t. After a moment she grinned and sipped again, she’d be a very cheap drunk.

As she sipped she shuddered when Serafina’s fingers gently caressed her cheek in an intimate manner that normally would have Sirona fleeing from the room. But instead she again seemed to lean into the physical contact of it as she sipped the wine some more. She heard Serafina speak and looked up to her eyes while she asked her questions and made her statement. ”Oh, maybe!” Sirona replied with a bit of excitement and took another sip. ”The Gods work in mysterious ways, maybe I was meant to meet you.” Sirona spoke, sipping again. ”Ah, but what was I here for again?” She thought a moment and finished the wine, which was quickly refilled and she sipped again. ”Ah, I was looking for a slavery ring that I heard was working out of this city. Would you happen to know anything about it, Serafina?” Sirona asked with a small grin, eyes still locked to Serafina’s eyes.

”Oh, I believe the wine is working, my headache seems to be gone.” Sirona smiled and downed some more wine looking back to Serafina again for a moment. ”You are very pretty, Serafina.” Sirona blurted, totally out of character for her to notice such a thing, let alone voice anything like that. Between the wine that she was still drinking and the charm Serafina seemed to have Sirona pretty well under her control. Sirona’s hand came up and she returned the gesture of touching Serafina’s cheek intimately with a small smile that lit up her brilliant blue eyes.

She found herself incredibly glad that Sirona didn’t edge away from her as she moved closer to her, and the angel even went so far as to sample the wine that she insisted she try. Granted, the face she made didn’t exactly express that she liked it, but she drank it none the less. It seemed to grow on her after the second drink, and this, of course, pleased Serafina – it would only help her influence over the angel if she kept imbibing, and judging from her reaction it was either something she did very little of, or perhaps had never done before.

Sirona’s reaction to her caress was exactly what the vaewolf had been hoping for as the angel leaned into her touch while drinking even more of the wine she had turned down only moments ago and was now happily enjoying. ”I haven’t heard anything of a slavery ring,” she said, and she was being truthful. All of the girls (and even the few men she employed) were working willingly for her. ”I’ll certainly keep my eyes and ears attunded for anything strange,” she added, though on the inside that was far from her mission right now.


”Then it is working exactly as I had hoped it would,” she said, her words having a double meaning, but to Sirona it would only express that she was happy her suggestion had worked. The sudden comment of her beauty brought an actual, genuine smile to Serafina’s lips. ”Why thank you, Sirona… I must say that you are quite the sight yourself,” she added, and when the angel brought her fingers to her face, Serafina covered them with her own hand. She glanced around for a moment, noticing the large number of patrons that had entered the establishment. Right on schedule, she thought to herself, having known that the place would get busier right around that moment.

”I have private chambers upstairs, Sirona,” she said quietly, gesturing to all of the people that had filled in. ”We could move to those so that we may continue our… conversation… a bit more privately?” She leaned towards the angel, to whisper in her ear, so close to her that her lips brushed her earlobe. ”I can have some more of this delicious wine brought up for us,” she added. When the angel did not protest, she stood, taking her hand in her own and leading her up the stairs.

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Once they were both inside, Serafina locked the door discretely behind them, and turned to face Sirona, sending another wave of her influence out, testing her boundaries. ”Tell me, my sweet Sirona, if I were to press my lips to yours right now, what would you do?” she said, matter of factly, curious on testing just how much she was affecting the angel.

Sirona frowned slightly when Serafina said she didn’t know anything about the slavery ring but would keep her eyes and ears open for information on it. ”Thank you, I hope you can help. I wish to wipe them away from these lands, the blight that they are.” Sirona replied sipping more wine again saying how it seemed to have helped her headache which Serafina approved of.

The angel’s cheeks reddened when Serafina returned the compliment about her beauty, even charmed she was still a bit shy about her looks. Sirona moved her hand to Serefina’s cheek which Serafina covered with her own hand, making the blush on Sirona’s cheeks brighten. More patrons came in and this captivating woman spoke of her private chamber upstairs and they could speak privately there. Sirona shuddered when she felt Serafina’s lips brush her ear. ”That sounds splendid.” Sirona replied and together, hand in hand, they went upstairs together.

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Upstairs and inside Sirona looked around the room, unaware that she was now locked in as she sipped the wine in her hand. Sirona looked back to Serafina as she started to speak, and Sirona almost seemed to stagger from the renewed wave of influence that washed over her, that or it was the wine doing its work. At the words spoke to her and the question posed the angel seemed to hesitate for a moment. ”I, I don’t know, I have never before…” She trailed since as she had been talking she had stepped right up to Serafina until they were face to face and Sirona started to lean in. ”Can we find out what I would do?” Sirona whispered as she pressed her lips to Serafina’s.

Fire ran through Sirona’s body at the touched and taste of Serafina’s lips and her body warmed up from the new sensation. It would be clear to Serafina that Sirona had no experience on how to kiss, among other things, and she was relying on Serafina to lead the way. The kiss became more intense as their bodies pressed together, Sirona’s wings were perked up to in her growing excitement as new emotions and feelings ran through her body.

After a few long moments it was Sirona that broke the kiss, something in the deepest part of her mind was screaming something at her. Her breathing had picked up and her brilliant eyes were shining more now than before. The influence was too strong however and Sirona started by removing her gauntlets before moving to kiss Serafina again.

Oh this was going to be a wild night.

But how would that morning hangover feel?

As the angel’s lips met her own, Serafina reached up with her hand and cupped Sirona’s face. The only way that this was going to continue working was if she kept the angel comfortable and feeling secure, coupled with her impressions of course, at least for the beginning.

Her lips were soft, but it was rather apparent to Serafina that Sirona had never kissed another before. With that, she became a bit more aggressive, her lips and tongue instruction Sirona on what to do as their kiss continued.

She almost felt a bit disappointed when she pulled away from her, but she was not going to force herself upon the angel – not yet, at least. Her disappointment, however, was alleviated as Sirona seemed to only have stopped for a brief moment, removing her gauntlets and making her way to Serafina’s mouth once again. Serafina would have chuckled to herself at the situation, had her lips not been busy locking with those of the angel.

Placing her hands on Sirona’s hips, Serafina began to guide her further into the room, removing articles of clothing from each of them as they made their way, leaving a trail of discarded garments from the door to the foot of the bed…

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Morning came, as it always did, and Serafina awoke before Sirona. She had suggested to Sirona that she spend the night with her, even after they had their fun, and it hadn’t taken much convincing to get her to agree. They had spent the night, intertwined and tangled together in the sheets, and Serafina had to admit that sharing a bed with someone who had wings had been a rather interesting experience – certainly one she had never experienced before.

She slipped from the bed before Sirona awoke, fetching a pitcher of water and some cups. She filled one and set it on the table beside Sirona, and then crawled back into the bed, entangling with her once more before gently caressing her face in an attempt to wake her up. The only difference now, would be that Sirona no longer would feel any of Serafina’s influence, and would be fully aware that she was lying in bed, naked, with another woman, after having partaken in a very sexually adventurous evening.

Sirona in her sleep felt the fingers gently caressing her face and it took a few moments before the angel started to rouse of her sleep. Her eyes, while shut, twitched as the light came through her eye lids and put some pain into her head from the hangover. Having never drank any form of booze before the night’s fun Sirona just didn’t handle it that well and her head was starting to pound the more awake she became. That feeling of something touching her face was still there but she ignored it for the moment as she yawned and then blinked her eyes open, squinting in the bright light thanks to her headache.

As her brilliant blues opened they looked right into Serafina’s eyes, causing Sirona’s to widen. ”Who… what…?” Sirona questioned as her body fully awoke in an instant and her hung over and foggy mind cleared and the memories of the last night hit her like a train. Everything that she had done flashed in her mind and her body shuddered, half in remembered pleasure and half in disgust as a look of sickness passed on Sirona’s face.

In sudden panic Sirona started to scramble from the bed to stand up, only to be stopped when Serafina was laying on her right wing. Hauling on it Sirona didn’t get care if she ended up dumping Serafina on the floor in the process. ”No, no no no!” Sirona breathed as she got to her feet and finally noticed that she was naked! She looked down at her very well built body, complete with milky skin and angelic tattoos in black ink, and then around the room as her head spun and she had to lean back against the wall for a moment to stop herself from falling.

Stumbling Sirona started to try and gather her clothing, tears in her eyes but the same look like she was about to puke on her face. She was disgusted with the memories that were laying in her mind, her and Serafina’s bodies entwined all night. The things they had done together! Body parts together that shouldn’t have been, at least in Sirona’s mind. She was repulsed by anything sexual, and before now had laid with anyone before, and on top of that she thought of two women together was wrong. So the fact that she had just spent a night of sex with another female made Sirona’s skin crawl and her start to question everything about her life up until now.

She didn’t care how this happened, even knowing that she had been seduced by someone with powerful magic wouldn’t alleviate her panic and disgust. She pulled her light pants on, backwards but she didn’t seem to care or notice, and then found her shift and pulled it on, inside out, but again, she didn’t care. She needed to cover up and now that she had at least some clothing on she was a little better off. But she looked to Serafina for a moment and then looked away again looking she was, oh no, she was sick, right into the floor.

Heaving for breath the angel spotted her living suit of armour standing on its own in the corner as she stood back up from getting sick. With a wordless command the armour started to move towards her and pretty much put itself on Sirona without much help from the angel herself. ”Bath, clean, I need to clean myself.” Sirona muttered to herself as she went for the door, any attempt by Serafina to stop her would be met with Sirona using some light magic to flash a blinding light into Serafina’s eyes.

Locked! She rattled the door but it didn’t open. In her panic Sirona didn’t think to actually turn the dead bolt open, instead she turned, saw the window. Sirona turned and ran for it, intent on crashing through it and opening her wings to catch herself before she hit the ground, then again she didn’t know anymore what story of this building they were on either.

With ethereal speed, Serafina managed to land on her feet as Sirona sprang forth from the bed and took the blankets with her. Had Serafina been a mortal, she most certainly would have gone tumbling to the floor. ”Now, that’s no way to treat someone who has shown you as good a time as I have, is it?” she said, smirking at the clearly flustered angel. With Serafina no longer exerting her will over the angel, Sirona was able to clearly think – and remember exactly what had happened between the two the night before.

The vaewolf femme watched the scene unfolding before her, from Sirona scrambling for her clothing, to the moment the angel was sick upon the floor. She did not make any movement to suggest that she was going to attempt to stop her, though the thought did cross her mind at first. ”You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it even in the slightest,” she purred, climbing back onto the bed, her naked body positioning itself in a rather provocative manner as she splayed out. ”Not one touch… not one sensation… nothing?” she said, trailing a delicate hand along the length of her body.

When it seemed that the angel was not phased by Serafina’s lewd display, the vaewolf pouted out her lower lip slightly. She had her fun, of course, defiling the holy being over the course of the evening, but the fun seemed to be over now, and she didn’t think there was anything she could do aside from attempting to strongly overpower Sirona to get a round two. A sigh escaped from her lips as she realized such, resigning to the fact that it had ended.

She watched as the angel panicked at the locked door, making an attempt to tell her that she could easily unlock it herself, but the attempt was in vain as it seemed the angel was so panicked that she took to crashing through the window – they were on the third story of the building, but Serafina didn’t worry about the mess she would make from doing such – she knew that Sirona would be able to spread her wings and land easily upon the ground without incident.

After the angel had gone through the window, Serafina, shook her head and rolled her eyes slightly, getting up and walking over to the window, not bothering to cover her exposed chest as she leaned out to call after the angel.

”We’ll meet again, you and I,” she called coyly – but the vaewolf had no idea just how right she was, and how the pair’s paths would cross in the future…