Pact Exchange

CHARACTERS: Crasalur Mistriver, Ain

During their travels, Ain revealed his true form. A skull tied to some liquid horror of a body, black goo that could easily reshape itself to its own desire. A few of their group had angered the entity for it to tell them off in this unique way, and put them back in their place. At this same time, they were pushed into a situation that no one could ever wish for. A deal, a pact. Ain has been actively searching for a pact partner to feed on, this, to enable his own survival. None, without benefits in return.

With no clear answer given from each the members, even while most declined instantly, the Eldritch being has been fishing and testing his boundaries to seduce others into considering the deal. Crasalur who is ever troubled with his capabilities to cast had taken interests in the offer, but expressed this only in private. With the request for it to remain a secret from the others. The elf was easily tempted into this when Ain just gave him a hint of what it could be like when Crasalur was urged to heal someone to save their life. With Ain's assistance, who let his hand sink inside the elf's shoulder to manipulate his mana flow, there was no interference. An excellent performance showed itself, in which time was reversed.

Hungry for the power he was given that day, which added a mere 70% to his already present ego, Crasalur finally gave in, and their pact was made through a fantastic spectacle of a show. Their blood and bodies partially merged, but none visible on the surface. After all the searching that Ain had to do in advance, before he finally made contact to a willing person, he grew hungry. He assured Crasalur from the beginning that it won't hurt, and the terms at which it comes are thoroughly explored. The cost of his lifespan, it was scary, but after having faced a giant earth worm that nearly destroyed them, the male knew that he could die any day now. With this person by his side, Crasalur knew, that he had a better chance of survival. 

That's when it came, his hunger had to be silenced. Nervous as the elf was when facing the significantly taller individual, who leaned over his shoulder, a whisper sounded in his ear. Away from others to hear. His feeding process, it is differently than Crasalur could ever begin to expect or imagine. He was distracted by his party members who enraged him, but Ain's voice could reach him so very clearly when a few of its keywords echoed through his mind. The anger was quickly put on hold.

"... All I have to do isss to kiss you for a short moment. It doesn't hurt."