Pairing: DxH
Dance With The Devil
By: Lara Winner
She smiles like a child
With flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands
Into the sun she stares
She feels it die
I hear her cry
Like the scream of the butterfly
-Acid Bath "Scream of the Butterfly"
~~~~ Present ~~~~
She carefully arranged the candles on the makeshift wooden table spacing them apart at various angles, the desired outcome shaping a star. Gingerly she crumbled a mixture of various dried herbs into a small bowl. She then held the bowl over the flame of the center candle. Softly, in hushed melodic tones, chanted the ancient words that held the power purification. "Liabu kilishe amoren doici"
Expanding her mind Hilde let the energy of the flame transcend through her fingers, running through her veins like electricity as prismic shades of red, orange and hues of yellow flicked before her eyes dancing merrily in the soft breeze that seemed to swirl around her still body. The distinct yet delicate sent of sage, basil, and anise filled her senses numbing the eddy of emotions that threatened to disrupt her concentration.
Letting herself float in the illusory feeling of security she placed the bowl gently on the table following the strict ritual that had been ingrained into her memory. She smiled slightly wondering why she was going through the formal ceremony to call him forth. She could invoke his spirit whenever she chose, but tonight was different. She wanted herself purified, body and soul when she gave herself to him in offering.
Feeling the tingling effects of the energy still lingering in her blood, she took a handful of the herbs sprinkling them in a circle around the candles. The flames seemed to burn brighter in acceptance as the pentagram glowed in the flickering candlelight. Turning her gaze to the hourglass, she watched the tiny grains of sand fall in a steady stream, the seconds ticking away till midnight. The only thing left to do was wait.
Restlessly, she raised her eyes to the sky watching the moon peek out from behind the ebony clouds. Silver beams pooled over the ground like a gossamer blanket casting pale shadows through the canopy of trees above. The night and its beauty was reflected in the way each leaf seemed bathed in its own living aura of moonlight. The sound of the woodland creatures that rendered this portion the forest their home was eerily silent and she was not surprised. There was something in the air; something not seen but felt as she?d made her way to this sacred place, almost as if he were expecting her. Perhaps he was.
Pushing back the hood of her cloak she undid the clasp letting the woolen garment sip off her shoulders to the ground. A soft cool breeze ruffled her long raven locks making the candlelight dance across her pixie-like features. She shivered slightly as the muslin material of her gown did little to protect her petite body from the night?s chill. Yet she wasn?t cold. Her skin was too flushed, her heart was pounding too fast, and her consciousness was too expanded for her to focus on something as insignificant as the cold.
At the thought, a sudden almost burning heat took hold of her chest. In wonder she looked down gingerly lifting the amulet she wore around her neck for closer inspection. The intricate black chain was a vast comparison to her porcelain skin. The dark, blood red stone at the end of the chain glowed mystically, the ruby shining with an inner fire that was strangely magical. It was a tiny flame yet distinct within the jewel as it raged brightly giving off the heat of her excitement.
With a soft laugh, she let the stone fall back to where it hung, between the valley of her breasts, her slight cleavage enhanced by the tight bodice of her simple gown. It was one of many gifts, the only material gift he had ever given her and its true power extended beyond her own meager knowledge of the magical arts. She knew with a maiden?s instinct that it did not serve its purpose adorning the neck of a mere mortal.
Yet her mortality was of no consequence. This night had been coming for years. The course of events that had shaped her short life thus far led her here without deterring. As much as she did this for him she did it for herself too. She did it to express the fierce emotions that only he could arouse within her. She did it to prove herself worthy, to show that there was no limit to her devotion, her loyalty, and her love.
With a soft sigh she let her thoughts wander back, she let the memories relive themselves in her mind. Each different occasion holding a precious spot in her sheltered heart?
A.N.- This fic was saved from the recycle by Loyce. Now I am forever in her debt becuse she prompted me to finish this and thus this tale is here for your viewing pleasure. So everybody join in with me... THANK YOU Loyce!
