Chaining the Beast [Forbidden Mountain, open to Maleficient and Slade]

[prophecysreaver]

'For one who had traveled from spectral realm to material realm and back again, between not only different locations but different times in Nosgoth's twisted history, the portal of darkness offered little to fear

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[halfmaskedhero]

Slade had kept the Soul Reaver in his hands as he traveled. It was still there when they left the portal.

His Mistress had mentioned that she was going to find a way to restore some of her power, so he didn't bother looking for her. If she wanted him to find her she would make it known to him, at least that much he was certain about. He didn't bother looking around either, as they stood in Maleficient's throne room. He was still and silent as he waited.

[faeryofmalice]

Maleficent’s figure emerged from the darkness of her lovely throne room. Her meeting with the young Princess had left her feeling refreshed and even now as she moved from world to world she could feel herself regaining her strength. There was life in her after all. A smirk moved across her face and a rare look of content graced her face. So long as the fear of her resided in her Princess’s heart her strength would be sustained for now, but the Princess was not enough. More would have to fear her again; the residents of the separate world now had a tiny glimmer in hope in the idea that Sora had defeated Maleficent

[prophecysreaver]

'So this was to be my new master? Or mistress, rather; she fit the role of a scheming witch perfectly, and the horns which adorned her head reminded me of the demons those foolish humans in Avernus Cathedral had worshiped so devoutly. But her appraising gaze reminded me of Kain, back when I was still his 'first born' and he had taken the mantle of my 'father'. Both of them would sooner be my warden than my sire.'

'An idle thought crossed through my mind. The last time such a gaze had been focused on me, I soon lost my wings and my vampiric life. Therefore, what would this sorceress attempt to inflict on me? What more would she try to take away? ...what more could I lose

[halfmaskedhero]

Slade bowed instantly. One of his knees touched the ground and his head bowed. He held the Soul Reaver in front of him, too respectful of such a powerful weapon to let it rest on the ground. He played his part well, remaining silent as his Mistress crossed the room and sat on her throne. He looked up only when he was spoken to.

"It was," he said after a long pause, picking his words carefully. "This is Raziel, he is bound to this sword." He held up the Soul Reaver, offering it to her though he couldn't help but hope that she was the type of woman who didn't use weapons such as swords. "The Soul Reaver." Slade had a way of speaking that sounded confident though he wasn't entirely sure how the Soul Reaver and this creature were really connected.