Dispater could be found wandering around the realms of Arda with no certain directions once more, for this night he decided to take his human form, his wings couldn’t be seen anymore, and he would have been hard to be distinguished from everyone else if it was not for those eyes of his. They were constantly glowing, piercing through the darkness of the night, they were of the most hypnotic emerald color, with swirling energies instead of irises.

For the first time since his arrival there, he stumbled upon the well known lake Aelin, now during the night time the place was sunk into darkness and was wandered by the most wicked of the creatures which called it a home for the night time, dark creatures lesser and superior alike. Though, the beauty existed even during the night, and it was best represented by the lake itself, the moon was high and shiny into the dark sky, giving the lake a majestic appearance, the light was reflected all over the surface of the water. And the lake was the very direction towards which Dispater was heading, his silver locks, billowing behind him trained by the breeze of the night. A moment like this was very uncommon to someone like him, who was on a constant struggle of taking all his missions to a successful end, missions given to him only by those greater powers such as gods and demigods be them from a plane or the other, in exchange for great favors or rare weapons to satisfy his taste for combat. He was a concordant killer, a race magically created, a planar assassin and mercenary, who was pursuing his quarry across the planes with cold-blooded, methodical ease. More was yet to be revealed about his origins.

Soon he reached the lake, and decided to stop there for awhile, the lesser creatures of the night watched him from the shadows, their eyes glowing into the darkness, but none dared to approach, he was pretty imposing, the readings they got from him were pretty strange also, it was something like they never felt before. Dispater was aware of those creatures, but decided to ignore them as well.

He stopped by the side of the lake, and looked into the distance, the light was falling on his massive and bare upper half of the body as well as it was falling over the lake, giving him the same glowing effect, that only added to his unusual appearance and empowered the glowing of his eyes. He only wore a long robe which swept the ground in his path, of a dark color, and it was decorated with polished bits of blades taken from his fallen enemies. A whole arsenal of weapons could also be spotted on his frame, a couple of swords and a customized chakram at his sides, plus a dagger, entirely made of silver able to inflict a lot of damage to vampires, werewolves and undead. As a hunter, he needed all the weapons he could get in order to take down his enemies.

He had an unsettling confidence in himself and his senses, he never turned behind, or looked around to see if he was followed or watched, he chose only to stare into the distance. But was he really doing?

Osoreru cracked her neck, and sighed. Her hair laid flat against her head and her small ears peaked through slightly.

'Bloo'y Hell... I need to fe-' she looked down, there stood a perfect specimen, 'oh he looks ripe' she bit her lip, she could imagine how sweet her first meal in months would be.

Osoreru smirked and slunk her way down the tree she previously sat in and then padded silently up behind the figure. She reached her black clad right hand forward, around his neck to his jugular; the other to under his left arm, pulling him back into her; Her breast smooshed slightly and she giggled a little to herself. She opened her mouth to speak, her accented words flowed like silk from her lips.

"Hello there..." she tilted his head to the right and licked his neck, grazing her fangs on his neck.

Dispater remained still, his eyes remained fixed into the very distances of the lake, it seemed like his mind was somewhere else, he even forgot to blink, his mind abandoned the body, leaving it there as it was contemplating to his own existence, his own purpose in life.

A sneaky figure approached him slowly from behind, a creature of the night no doubt, Dispater’s senses picked up and washed throughout his being a sudden alarming feeling, though against his senses he acted, he didn’t react one bit, not one muscle flinched. His eyes did not even blinked, his body did not tense for the dangerous that could unfold in the next following seconds. He stood there just like a statue, nothing more, only his glowing eyes, the heath of his body and the billowing locks of hair betrayed that he was alive, a warm-blooded creature with blood pumping through his very veins.

She was too close for comfort, too close for her own sake, she even managed to lay her hand on his head, and tilt it to the side, well she would find out that he was as powerful as he was massive. Yet he allowed her to pull his head to the side, what was he doing, throwing himself into the arms of his slaughterer, was he was playing a game of his own. From the many weapons he carried upon him, he did not reach for anyone, he would give her a chance of retreating peacefully, she was not one of his targets, not just yet, unless things would turn not so nicely as it was anticipated at first.

She was treating him like a pray, and even tasted him with her tongue. “I hope you enjoy that, because that’s all you will get from me.” Came a deep and powerful voice from the man, he did not look at her, yet an image of the vampiress was forming into his mind. His blood was one of the best, infused with both celestial and fiendish essence, could satisfy anything and anyone which needed blood to survive. Her fangs did send a strange feeling through his body, but he had yet to act, according to her. What would she chose?

Oso chuckled and sniffed a bit, "your scent... Distinctive... Boy... Doth thou think thee can honetly release my clutches?" she gripped slightly harder with her nails.

"Petite as I may seem... I am no weakling..." she slunk under his left arm to his front and smiled, her pale primrose lips curling just right. She stood on the tips of her toes to move closer to his face.

'He does look strong though...' she thought to herself. "I'll consider letting go if thou tell me thy name and why thou art here..."

A soft cold breeze blew her hair into her face slightly and she shivered. The cold was getting to her due to bloodloss. She hissed under her breath at the wound she concealed under her shall hanging past her torso.

She slowly slid in front of her, and his eyes descended on her form, she was like he expected, like he drew her into his mind. She was short, much shorter than Dispater, but size was not something that mattered too much. He did not return her smile nor his face was showing any signs of emotions whatsoever, he remained like a statue, usually he was not like this, but this was a special night.

His piercing green eyes locked onto her face, she held him in her grip powerfully, her nails digging into his flesh, yet he didn’t show any signs that he felt anything, probably he did, but did not show it. A sinister chuckle was given as in response to her words, and then he said the followings: “My name is an asset which you didn’t turn to be worthy to know yet as well as is the reason why I am here. Now tell me, how do you intend to take me down? I am no ordinary person myself.” His once expressionless face now dropped into a frown, his silvery brows narrowing slightly. He continued to fix her with his gaze, he was intimidating with those glowing eyes, closer to came and looked into them, the more dizzy you felt, and that’s exactly what she was doing, closing the distance between their faces. It seemed like she liked to play with her ‘prey’, but she had chosen her target wrong now. “Of course you couldn’t have resisted to the temptation of coming here and trying to get a piece of me… now tell me one more thing, how powerful that urge within you is?” Yes, he was playing with her, even if he was from a different plane of existence, he had heard and read about vampires, bloodsucking creatures walking in the shapes of human, intelligent undead. Well their very connections with the undead and the negative energy plane made them weak, and if Dispater wanted she would have been bathing in her own crimson by now.

No one said she was a weakling, but she had no weapons on herself, he could keep her at quite a distance with his own, plus he had the advantage of flight, his wings were still hidden, and ready to come out to play any time if needed be.

Oso chuckled and tightened her grip, pulling him down to her level she smiled, her fangs gleaming, "boy... Your eyes will hold no power over me, I myself have the same ability..." she cocked her head to the side.

"But, I do wonder as to why thee art so cocky, does not suit one such as you..." Oso knew her words where rash but she did indeed LOVE playing with her food. She released her grip and turned on her heel, leaning against the tall figure behind her; her rash movements showing she was unafraid.

She hissed again and held a hand to her lower torso and then looked up and back to his face, "boy... So, what shalt it be? A fight? Or will thou be a good boy and share with a wounded?" she turned back around, her eyes still not blackened.
'My he's a cute one,' she thought to herself, 'tis a shame he's so... Rude...' she licked her fangs again.

"Ah... I suppose I'll stop being rude; I am Osoreru..." she smiled again and moved closer once again... Awaiting his response...

(I got lazy and I had to do chores - Sorry love)