Jaymes had always been more militant than studious, but he had sat through the boring lectures on Mythoreligion, just like every other knight had done, and something didn't sound right. He looked towards Borim, wanting to ask a question, but saw that the shroud knight was busy crafting another ward. A quick glance at Eva and Larena allowed him to spot the momentary look of concern on their faces, almost as if they were confused about something. However,they were completing their own wards. Turning to his father, he found Patryg skeptically watching Beatrix.
“This isn't right.” The Elder stated, “Lucifern doesn't possess the summoner, or demand actions like this.”
“That's what I was thinking,” Jaymes admitted as he watched the redhead writhe on the ground. “It's more like something a lust spirit would demand.” He shook his head as the woman cupped her right breast and lifted it in offering to the spirit. “But which one?” He wondered. Patryg shook his head, there were just so many spirits in the Mythoreligions of the world.
While Patryg was working his way down the barely remembered list of lust spirits, James had returned to his place inside the first circle and knelt, before taking a deep breath and projecting his prana toward the redhead. If I were Lucifern, I'd consider this insulting. He was silent for a moment, then directed his thoughts toward Beatrix. 'Bea, calm down, and re-center.' As his life energy brushed across hers, he could feel her distress at being forced to do this against her will. In many ways it was an anathema to what the orders stood for, which was freedom of thought and action. He could feel the loathing and shame that an act so pleasurable should be perverted to a semi-rape. His brows furrowed as felt the lingering markers of the possession. Contrary to what most people thought, celestials or demonics left traces of their essences on each person possessed. A competant shroud knigh or clerisist or Arcanist could detect whether the possessor was male or female and really good ones could figure out what belief system gave the celestial or demonic their power.
Damn, either Larena or Eva could figure this out which one this is. He thought as he gently brushed his prana across her figure. This doesn't feel like a male spirit, so it's female. He narrowed his eyes as he considered which female goddess or demon it could be. * It doesn't feel as if the celestial, he didn't feel as if there was a taint to the being, just a casual disregard for a person's thoughts and human rights, is from where we came from.* That is to say, from Calyb's Kingdom. It doesn't feel as if she's from across the seas. So, she's got followers from somewhere between Pheron and the Freeholds of Allodia and between the Shard Mountains and the plains of dust.
His attention was drawn back to Beatrix, as the redhead she moaned softly and suggestively. Another check of her prana revealed that she was approaching a point of release, and that even though it would relieve her sexual desires somewhat, it could also scar her. Please, All Father – Mother comforter, help her.
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