Two demons born of darkness

Was that relief that flooded the features of his fellow murderer?
A laugh desired to fly from the dark man's mouth, but he kept it shut. How was the father of a Queens litter, the Sire of great brood, relieved in the company of a mere servant? Slade figured he had more of an impact on the youth, than expected.

The Midnight Mistress spoke her speech, the words somehow lodging themselves firmly into the king's brain, making themselves at home in the pitch black void of his mind.
He did not fight back.
The tenets were too easy to memorize, for they were much like his own. However, a religious belief was not a part of it, so him having no faith, gladly accepted one. He had no issue with such.
Hell, everyone needed something to believe in, yes?

A incantation of his thickly layered skull, he accepted the terms in silence.
And by Sithis, and Mephala, would he live his life by their will, along with the desires of their Dark Priestess, Meldresi.