T E N E B R A E
On my body, the grace of shadows
and in my heart: all Hells
and in my heart: all Hells
He is escorted through the castle, a fellow Disciple either side of him. Their shadow magic is reduced here, they keep it tight. The shadows form to their skin, black armour that swallows light. Only the faintest tendrils billow about them, but there is no mistaking they are of the Night Order. Their sigils blaze atop their brows and form a triad of half moons as they move together in an arrow point.
The throne room glimmers as the doors are thrown open. Light pours upon them and again Tenebrae dampens down his magic, holds the ravages of his hunger and not a ray of light is swallowed here. The shadows about his torso are a yawning chasm so deep and dark they are.
He has not met the newly ascended queen, yet he recognises her instantly. The Disciples genuflect before her. Tenebrae’s brow lowering, his eyes closing. Duty had brought the monks here, loyalty to their goddess and every sovereign who rules Denocte.
Tenebrae rises from his bow and respect sings through every muscle in his torso. Slowly his white-gold eyes lift to hers, they gleam as moonlight in the lights of the throne room. “Your majesty,” he says, voice low and smooth as whiskey. “We have come to congratulate you on your ascension. For years the Night Order have pledged our allegiance to the Night Court Sovereign in honour of our vow to Caligo. We come today to uphold that and pledge the Night Order to your service.”
His voice echoes, caught in the corners of the lavish room. When the last word trails off only then does Tenebrae speak again, his eyes upon the sapphire of Queen Antiope’s. The red drops beneath her eyes gleam like rubies in the glow of his gaze. This queen is exotic, she is dangerous with the shaded tiger prints across her body. “My name is Tenebrae, your Majesty.”
@Antiope <3 excited to write with you :)
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