Greatwater Lake Angel And The Demon

The girls voice rang to him, the angelic voice rushing to respond to his greet to her.
The voice that reeked of innocence. It was slathered in the sickly pale light, the soft bell tones that screamed, deadened, yet aroused his darker side within, the side that craved the sweet girl, the desire to corrupt her, to draw her in, and whisper secrets of all the shadows that soft spoken angels like her were unaware of.
The sins, the shadows, the voids that surrounded the very aspect of 'innocent life'.

Grinning, a gentlemanly smile, a gilded motion, he sent to the pale fae who posed her trio legged form in a submissive posture.

"No need to dirty your coat for me, dear girl. We are not in pack lands, so hierarchy will not be necessary. Even if we were, it is a privilege I give you, a secret, just for you.
Unless the Night Queen views us, her everlasting gaze, only then, will I void the promise temporarily. You may rise, beautiful."