Reveler - Lisa's Humiliation (9/23)

[00:37] "Khiii."

He was leaned against the tower, hazel eyes half lidded. But the form of blood red wings crossed his vision. Eyes grew wide and dilated as a cruel grin spread on his face, jagged teeth grinding together before he pulled himself away from the wall, stumbling forwards.

Vines twirled above and underneath his wooden skin as he walked closer to her.

"Name is of Lisa'belle, yes?

Is of challenge. Is Champion of Shiva. Is wanting to prove self better champion."
(Reveler)
[00:40] "Keh…?"

A mask of bone-- Shielding her visage from the moonlight and the gaze of others turned to the dryad-- Staring, without immediate words. Her wings fluttered slowly, keeping the girl aloft in her stare down-- Before she spoke.

"...I've defeated your master with my very hands. Do you believe it wise to issue a challenge, Dryad?"

Despite her words-- It can be seen that vines begin to cascade from her right sleeve.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[00:42] Traveling around the place till he feel like something was quite wrong.
(Dinji)
[00:42] His hand moved to his sack. A cube is rolled out from within. It scatters on the ground before a fish rises from within it, bubbles of water splashing out as he looked up towards her. Teeth grinded.

"If is of beating master, is only more reason to be of putting place. Will be of defeating champion of Lugonqi. Then will gain of power to defeat Lugonqi.

Or is afraid of challenge? What is of your worth, Lisa?"
(Reveler)
[00:45] Slowly, her gaze tilted downwards-- Staring to the fish...

"A daemon.... Are you serious, you ignorant fool?"

her gaze was cast upwards-- Locked onto his own. He had attempted to intimidate her through what she considered a being who's very existence was a comedy piece. She was the blessed of demons-- A voyager of Illyotha…

...And the Dryad expected her to be intimidated by a fish. That, was how she viewed Reveler's actions. Pitiful.

"I fear no fool. Come, we'll duel. Now."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[00:49] The Dryad cackles, a mass sounding of chittering as he looked towards the champion of the fire Archon. Blood rolled down his face in thick streams as around him malice would writhe and move.

"Is of thinking that Reveler is a fool? Is of sadly mistaken.

Will be teaching to be fearing. Must be thinking self of high value. Will play with a little. Will be of fun."

The ends of his lips move upwards into a cruel smile. His vine tongue licks over his lips.

"Will make champion purr like was little cat girl."
(Reveler)
[00:55] Tricks-- Lisa loved tricks. However, there was something about this dryad that really set Lisa'belle off... And then, familiarity.

"You are mistaken. You must be the dryad my lordship faced-- And maimed. How tragic-- How... Pathetic."

Her head cants, and teeth lay bore in a mocking grin. As Reveler had, blood began to leak from her ram skull's eyes-- And a green dust is puffed from her nose. But that, was not the end of her magic. Purple fluid-- Purple blood began to leak in separate streams, crystalizing into her hand to form a purple, crystalline dagger while a whip of thorns lay upon her other.

"I am no Nagual. I am Elizabeth belle Rosethorn…"

Her expression sours, into a glare behind bone... That same emotion, that same sensation from her last fights had returned. Wrapping around her like a blanket of despair. It was no ordinary blanket-- It was wove from the most depraved of threads. Malice. Bloodlust.

Hate.

She did not hesitate, as her body was sent cascading unto the dryad's with a single thrum of her oversized wings.

"KNEEL!"
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[00:59] The ends of his mouth curved upwards further at the mention of the past wound. The teeth dragged against each other and chittered, and blood would leak from his own eyes similar to hers. Only, his did not come out purple but red as the malice and hate around him brewed.

"Is of Dryad who fought with Lugonqi. And will be of Dryad who is of crushing 'Elizabeth'. Is of thinking self so high and mighty. Favorite type of toy to be of crushing, of breaking slowly." His tongue lulled over his lips, bark-like and cruel.

"Will not be of kneeling. Is not of Reveler's way. No.. Will be of making Lisa kneel instead."

Poisonous spores fills the air and shadows grow larger.

"Khiii-hi-hi.

Will be seeing of you on your knees, funny one."
(Reveler)
[01:11]
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[01:13] Lisa'belle Rosethorn says, "9ty ty"
[02:06] "Illusionary maleficarm."

Reveler's shadows seemed to consume the world around them as malefic energy ate at the world. Poison festered in the air, choking the air out of the blood user's lungs. Flowers grew out of the earth, and also started to grow out of the blood she wielded as the battle wore on. But that wasn't the worst part.

That would have to be the visions. Lugonqi had violated Reveler's with some of massusacures, some of pain, of humans kneeling. And Reveler inflicted the same pain on the mind of Elizabeth, only much less pristine. A thousand perverse images of her kneeling, being whipped, being tortured, licked, bit, or otherwise touched penetrate the safety of her mind.

Vines crawl out of the earth as Mandrakes threw knocks. the bloody wings were pelted, knocking her to the ground as Reveler stepped forwards. His hands would find themselves latched onto her mask, pulling it off, then grabbing her by the hair. His grinwould be a savage one with rows and rows of teeth.

"If Reveler is of pathetic, then was is saying about Elizabeth? Lisa is of weak pathetic thing. Khiii-hi-hi."

His free hand angles itself underneath her neck. His eyes look down on her.

"Kneel and purr."
(Reveler)
[02:12] She was pelted-- A whole new type of combat. She was unable to dodge-- Unable to avoid anything Reveler threw at her.

The skull makes contact with the ground, rolling a few feet as her hair was grabbed. Eyes stare up at the dryad-- AN intense stare being cast. One of hatred, one of anger-- Of absolute rage from the humiliation she had been subjected to.

"Make me, tree..."

Upwards, she spat-- intermixed with blood, aiming for no other place than the mans face. Disobedient was Elizabeth, as pure negativity took over her mind and actions... That blanket of what could only be described as an embodiment of her emotion only growing now...

...But that was not all. As the skull finds a resting place upon the ground-- A morbid sight could be seen. The fetal being of a demon-- One with the miniature head of a ram, fur caked in the viscous purple fluid... Which only drove Elizabeth into a craze, as her eyes slowly look.

"NononononoNONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!"


(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:18] She spat towards his face, but the spit would stop in mid air. The Dryad cackles, juvenilely sending the projectile back with his own malice to stain the girl's own face, her form of mockery only used upon her. His tongue moves over his lips.

"Khiii. Is of seeing is defiant, yes? Will be of fun." His hand takes a further grip of her chin, pulling her upwards as the spores that made it hard to breathe further latched onto her throat. The concentration seemed not to end, the Dryad unwilling to stop. However, it was only when she reacted so strongly that his mouth curved upwards again.

His foot is pressed onto the top of the skull, sending a single crack upon it and keeping the Demon pinned underneath. Sheer sadism is held in his eyes.

"Purr like a little Nagual girl for me. Kneel."

She is dropped to the ground, eyes watching her expectantly.
(Reveler)
[02:24] Lisa was nigh short of breaking. Her eyes watched in horror as the demon's corpse was stepped on. Her breathing spiked, her shoulders and chest rising as she hyperventilated-- But it hurt. It indescribably hurt as the spores seared her throat, causing her to reflectively vomit to the side, before looking to Reveler. There was an anger-- An unquenchable hate embedded into her being for the dryad.

"Die."

Even as her bloodied spit ran down her marred cheek, her gaze remain intense, staring to Reveler with dwindling sanity. Lisa was breaking.

"I'll purr for you when I cram your pathetic soul into the deepest pits of Hellheim."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:27] "Khiii. So first was of fighting master, and beating her, then was of losing to champion? Is of way claimed to be, yes?" His eyes held a sadism in them as they stared her down, watching her breathing spike and breathe in more spores. His facial expression stays the same, an oppressive grin.

"No. Will be of purring and kneeling for Reveler now."

A second crack is made into the skull by the foot weighing down on it. His eyes are full, wide, and with dialated pupils.

"If is not of purring and kneeling in next ten seconds? Will be of breaking it. Is not caring what is thinking. Is only caring for actions.

Kneel for insults. Purr for entertainment. Is of demands for speaking down of Shiva. Is of demands for being champion of Lugonqi."
(Reveler)
[02:31] Her shoulders heaved, as a growl of utter rage escaped her system. Why? Why had she been forced into this position?

It was shameful, but slowly, her torso moved. A knee was taken, as her glare shifted to the ground. However, she did not purr, not yet.

Suddenly, she screamed.

"Fuck!"

Her fist raises, and it is sent plummeting into the ground. Over, and over again until her knuckles had split. Blood oozed from her hand, while tears ran from her rage-stained eyes.

But she still did not purr.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:31] Unison asks, "What is the meaning of this?"
[02:35] "Purr."

The word was repeated. He does not look away, just entertaining the look of the girl kneeling in front of him. His tongue moved over his lips, and a cackle leaves him. "Khiii-hi-hi."

He breathes in the sadness, the pain, the frustration as if it were something to be enjoyed. Blood oozed from her hands and she cried. It was delectable. "Purr."

He encouraged it, even after a kaor came into his vision. His gaze narrows.

"Lisa was of disrespecting master. And now is apologizing for it." His tongue licked his lips again.

"Purr. Is of last chance."
(Reveler)
[02:39] Gray eyes stare upwards, choking tears back. She hated him-- It was all that went through her mind.

Broken, it started. She purrs, and purrs, while never looking away from Reveler.

"The only master of mine.... Is Lugonqi Alazauq."

Despite her words-- She still purrs. The attachment she held to the rotting corpse was disgusting-- yet woefully genuine.

"There... I did it... Now give me my skull..."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:39] The Unison would stumble upon the sight of what was none other then Lisa downed and to the ground as if she was defeated by someone. What was going on?! What had happened here.

"We are Unison, vast in quantity, scarce in patience. Tell us what you have done to that one. That was serves our kin like the superior beings that we are, that one is precious. Why do you attempt to harm her?"

The towering butterfly demon would be seen hovering only a feet from Reveler, patiently awaiting an answer.
(Unison)
[02:43] "Was of disrespecting my master. Was of laughing at Shiva." The Dryad commented. His foot lifts from the skull, picking it up in his hand. It is clutched tight and he walks closer with it. His hand comes to rest on her head, rubbing it as he listens to her purr.

"Is of beautiful sound. Will not be of breaking skull with foot now." The appearel was still held in his hand and he squats down in front of her to be level.

"Is of wanting kiss. If is of giving? Can be of having skull back."

The Dryad looks at the kaor with little care. "Is of Reveler, champion of Shiva. Has defeated her in battle between champions. Harms her because is of insulting Reveler's master. Is what was of wanting to know, yes?"
(Reveler)
[02:47] Her face instantly went red. Out of embarrassment? Out of anger? Perhaps both. No, it was most certainly both. She was nigh short of what seemed to be exploding with absolute anger.

...However, a deep breath was taken. This was her skull-- What mattered more to her... Her skull, or her pride?

With that, Lisa snapped. A hand shoots forward to the mans neck with tight grip as she pulls herself close, pressing her lips to the dryads, before collapsing once more, holding her hand out...

"Give me my skull..."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:51] The Unison would continue to look at the Dryad as it humiliated its acquittance.

"We believe you have made your point. No need to further punish her. Come Lisa we must leave."

The cosmic butterfly demon would await Lisa, hoping she just got her stuff and left.
(Unison)
[02:55] She snapped, and with a tight grip her lips met his. And in that moment something far worse then poison spores would taint her lips. It was as if his lips were laced by potion, driving attention to the senses to the maximum. His vine tongue moved forwards, searching depths in an almost perverse manner.

It lingers. He forces it to. He forces her to taste his lips, to remain in that feeling of snapping and breaking for many moments. There is no red in his face, and his pupils are dialated, eyes wide. The ends of his mouth curve upwards into a cruel smile.

"Was of fun, playing with. Be giving of Reveler one last purr for road, yes?"

The skull is slid into her hand as a mocking cackle leaves him.

"Was of entertaining. Maybe will be of playing again."
(Reveler)
[02:58] it hurt. Her eyes widen once more, gagging and sputtering after the kiss, before she took to her feet. There was something she felt, which she had not before... Deep inside, she was disgusted, but it was a caged feeling. her lips tingled from the nature magic, as a hand raised unto it.

She looks away, her eyes widened, and cheeks pinkened...

"E-ekh… Right..."

Her skull is snatched away, before she instantly takes to walking away-- Feeling nothing but a desire to leave… And perhaps something else.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)