A touch with Death and pleasure
Voltaire comes out of the shadow looking at mariel. Noting his wings “my oh my you break fast.” He told him. Hands behind himself as he moved about the cell. The celestials head snapped up as his eyes narrowed. “Auditor,” he said quietly, his voice showing little inflection. The comment made him throw his brow. “These savages have not even begun to comprehend what it would take to break me. And how long have you been lingering there?” Voltaire walked up to Mariel leaning in “long enough…atleast to hear you talk to yourself or did you get through to home?” … Continue reading A touch with Death and pleasure