Risque peered upon her progeny with that same irked look she gave everyone who had certainly disappointed her in some way. He dared to look her dead in the eye, those crimson eyes match the very shade of lipstick she wore, how tempted she was to rip them from his very sockets. "You have no idea what true assault really is, my boy. You might think you do, but I have sheltered you for too long. Perhaps I was wrong to. You have been afforded with much because you are mine." Her voice reaches for his easily with a casual indifference. Maybe he needed to crumble, to fall apart until he begged for sweet release. Such a mercy she was hardly capable of unless she desired it so.

Then the child vampire dared to judge her play things, his opinion meant so very little. "Your point?" She baits him but her voice is like a merciless whip snapping out upon tender unmarred flesh. This was a game that this temptress plays so well, as though she wants them to amble forward to their execution without even being aware of it. Those alluring pale eyes dissect him in a predatory fashion, like he was suddenly unworthy for existing in the same space as her. What a fickle creature she was. His presence was drawing on her last nerve and then he dares to bring up Tetradore!

How he carefully crafts his placating words to feed the maleficent creature that was Risque, but was it enough? Even he could not hide that hatred that blooms within them. Such fiery hatred coiling around his merciless heart. But he was right about one thing, she did deserve the world and yet someone she still has to experience disappointment after disappointment from those that she had once seen such potential within. It was a pity, she was sure of it. She should have been worshiped and yet still she has to deal with such irritating insubordination. If fear was not enough to control them she would snuff them out like the pitiful flames they were. "I do and yet I have to deal with temper tantrum after temper tantrum." She insinuates, raising her slender hand to circle it within the air like she wafted at her tangible irritation in the air.

He asks her who made him stay a child this way and she does not like the tone that he uses on her. Not for a single moment. Her hand twitches lightning fast as she strikes him across his youthful face. A hefty slap but she does not move from where she stood to do anything more. At least not yet. "Are you still going on about that? I gave you immortality and you despise me for it? You ungrateful little rat." She spat those words like acidic poison. She had no sympathy for him, she had given him life, power beyond his wildest dreams and he speaks to her like she stole from him. He had become so much more and yet he wastes his potential on diluted, misguided hatred. He could live like a prince and yet he chooses to be nothing more than a weak-willed slave despising his master. Fool.

Those looming cats close in on him, staring with unblinking hungry eyes. He would make a poor meal but they would do as their mistress commanded. They are locked beneath her unrelenting control and she has a point to make within this madness. The giant Siberian tiger at her side seemed almost eager, kneading its massive claws into the ground below its paws. Do it, he sounds so weak when he begs. "You would like that, wouldn't you? Release from me.." Her voice curls around him like it binds him so akin to her very hold upon him. "You think I would give you the luxury, boy?" Her voice is a little more than a tantalizing whisper. A sudden dark sinful laughter rolls from her parted lips. "I have a special place in hell for you my boy.. Or a place at my side. You will choose simply by showing me your value." She shows no inkling at which she would prefer.

"But I must say this Cobain, my dear. Your misguided hate will be your downfall, I suggest you learn to get over it or know what it means to truly suffer. I have spared you long enough, hoping you would grow out of your little phase. I have to admit I found it cute at first, but now you test my patience. I am very doubtful you want to see what happens when you reach the end of my rope. Trust me.. you are close." That voice is melodic infused with deadly nightshade. Maybe she could remove his tongue from his lips just so she didn't have to hear his insolent words.

Beg. That demand is resolute, using that cemented makers bond to have him fall to his knees. There is an eager excitement that lashes within her, gnashing like it hungered for his agony. But it would seem he did a good job of torturing himself. She pulls her hand from his, no he does not get to touch her unless she wills it so. "Remind me why I chose you. And choose carefully. I seem to find my mood... waning." She offers him a shrug, raising a manicured brow at him. Those felines circle him, a tight little circle, their eyes waiting for that simple command to feast and yet she does not give it.

She likes him on his knees begging, it was far more suiting for him than all that useless hatred directed at himself and her. It was his final words that makes her take notice of him. Now it would seem he had her attention, that vacillating attention that has the wait of those pale apathetic eyes piercing through him. She wasn't ready for him to stand just yet, no she liked him there on the floor groveling. That she-devil wanted him to remind her why she had chose him in the first place. There were many soldiers, but there were only few beings that were her distinctly her own. He said she deserves the world and yet he doesn't say how. "Tell me Cobain, how do you plan to lay the world at my feet?"

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on