Chimera Fields pathetique

rain blurred the edges of the pale figure standing amid curling tendrils of bold new blossoms. not yet filled with color, they were a sketch of the beauty to come, and empty as asmodeus found himself. 

it was @Belharra's turn to fuck off, and she had chosen the forest which the snake refused to revisit. behind him, the great expanse of dark, torn earth soaked in the warmer skyfall, and asmodeus took but a single step, voice billowing out in what felt like a farewell to the one individual who had managed to pierce the ugly bedrock of his cunning soul.

and a woman, no less.

he turned away. the tuktu beckoned, and beyond that, the pristine valleys he had left behind. and yet asmodeus lingered, the sunless dark of his reptiliian gaze turned toward neverwinter.