“Whether I live or die is my choice to make Salkeen, not yours. Besides you knew nothing of this fate, when you ripped my soul from Jericha’s. So don’t use that retched excuse on me.” Izzabelle growls glaring at him from her position on the bed. “If you cannot own me, then you will not command me Salkeen. I will find the strength they you stripped from me, even if I must turn to the Void.” Izzabelle says the last part barely above a whisper. They cannot be trusted, trying to get rid, made you weak… the voice in her head tries to drive dissension into her mind. The thing is the voice sound just like hers.
“You seem to think you are saving us all by doing this Salkeen.” Izzabelle snaps laughing a bit madly. As she speaks some of her demonic features begin to show themselves, her horns grow from her head as her wings unfold from her back. “Bound or unbound if you die we all die Salkeen.” Flames dance across Izzabelle’s glossy black demonic scales. “Death can be avoided, why should I save you Salkeen, why should I who you destroyed give up everything to save you? Don’t say so that I can live, my life means next to nothing to me at this time. Besides I’ll be rendered practically useless once this farce of a bond with you is gone. When that happens I would have been better off had Orion not interfered.” She turns and looks away from Salkeen.
“Then perhaps we should be consumed Salkeen.” Izzabelle says her voice so low it’s barely discernible. She looks down at the floor, she cannot stay a part of him, she cannot be a part of Jericha I’m so freaking useless now, why did you not let me die Orion! Surely Things would have been better if I had. I don’t want to lose… What does it even matter Izzabelle sighs what would she do once the last nail was driven into her coffin?
“I would have chosen neither Salkeen.” Izzabelle says as she watches the flames dance across Salkeen’s fingers.
“As I said Earlier Salkeen, my life at this point, means very little to me. I also cannot say that Yours or Jericha’s mean much to me at the moment either.” Izzabelle’s Demonic side is on edge from the amount of rage pouring off of Lord Salkeen at the moment. While her elven side shatters a little more. “Didn’t do it to harm me, don’t make me laugh. You knew nothing of this fate, when you stripped my soul from Jericha’s, nor when you so eagerly signed that contract with your Master. You are no Saint Salkeen!”
Izzabelle’s lets out a scream of pure rage and hatred as Salkeen lifts her in the air and his fel flames wash over her. As her demonic half welcomes them and the temporary power they will bring. Her mind and Elven half feel betrayal beyond words, and hate beyond anything she has ever experienced before. As her body was powered by the fel, her mind was further destroyed. Why did no one ever think to even try and understand her. When he finally releases her she glares up at him her eyes practically burning inside her skull. “You ignorant Bastard, you know nothing of me. I despise you, all the fell you possess cannot fill the holes, you left in my soul. The Fel that you can give me will not return the strength that you stole.” Before anyone can act Izzabelle activates her demonic gateway and vanishes. Her mind is in such a chaotic state right now, she isn’t even capable of sane thinking at the moment. A moment later Izzabelle appears in Jericha’s room aboard the Ered’kiel.