The Dark Arts (Closed)

Islan was a tall dark man, his skin was not dark, but his soul was. He was a what they called one of the tainted. One who's hands were so embedded in the dark realm, that they were in fact black. At least from afar, they were in fact covered in ornate rune works that helped him weave the flows of energy from the dark realm, manipulate, control it, wield it. The dark arts however came at a cost. His eyes were blood red orbs and his flesh was gaunt tight leathery skin of rigid muscles. He was however completely hairless. The bloody bald ones, is what they mocked him with, but none dare where he might hear

Islan wore a black vest over his pale flesh and a pair of brown pants. The vest was covered with ornate embroidery, meant to be worn with the cape of his calling, but. It was far too hot in the city during the summer. He was on a sabbatical, seating for dark lores and sacred places from the old world, traveling the land in search of ancient powers to enslave, sacred souls to seal to his own


For the moment though, he was thirsty. He stepped Ito a small tavern, the room falling quiet atthe sight of his blood eyes and black hands, the tattoos trailing up his arms n oat patterns and designs bfore disappearing under his vest. Wordlessly he stepped to the bar

"Your best red wine" he told the ba keep, then he turns and sat down at a vacant table, ignoring the stares as the music started back up and the revelry resumed. It was a bit summer night, and no doubt some peasan festival was nearing

Verity was working the bar, of course she typically did meaning that she owned the place. Hearing Paully holler an order back to her and emphasizing she needed to hurry with the order she just rolled her eyes. She was not one to take orders from any one un-less she so chose to, which with her that did not happen to often. Standing there she looked herself over in the mirror, her hair was as black as a raven as it swayed around her shoulders and down her back. Her body was toned and tan, yes she was skilled in many ways, but she had also discovered a way to keep her body the way she wanted it. Tonight she had on a mini catholic school girl shirt and a black tube top, accompanied by her favored collar that she had gotten as a gift years ago. Her tattoo on her back, telling of who she was, who her family was, and what power she truly did hold was on the base of her back, showing right above her skirt, it was the very reason most in the bar did not play any games with her what so ever.

Walking down the the cellar she got one her oldest and best bottles of wine. Doing as should be done, when one wants the very best she took the entire bottle grabbing two glasses of wine as she walked out to her floor, Paully pointing her in the direction of a man she had seen once in her life. Her hips swayed seductively as she made her way over to his table, her tattoo appearing to move around and stretching as a belt around her waist the closer she got to him, although the symbols never changed. Straightening her back she walked over to his table, standing before him a soft smile gracing her lips as her amber eyes began to swirl with black crystals she looked at him.

"I do believe you ordered the very best, and as such then you should have the option of opening it and inspecting the bottle to be sure that it is exactly what you ordered."

Her voice was smooth and had a hint of eroticism to it.


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Islan watched as the woman with the bottle approached. He could tell they it was intended for him, there weren't any others in here drinking wine. The way she held herself and the way she moved gave away her confidence, the way the base men in here avoided her spie of the respect she held. The tattoo on her back some of het past, and her eyes spoke of her future

"Well then if I open it and find it to be nothing more then swill what dos that earn me?" he asked in response, but his voice returned none of the sultry tones she had held. His was cold and dark, the only tone he carried was that of intent

"Let us also suppose that I like it and wish to share it, then? But my dear, those pretty eyes can only mean one thing. You won't take no for an answer" he said with a smile as hentook the bottle from her. He spun his finger around the top, a dark mist swirling about it as his finger seemed to dissolve into a mist, and then the tip popped free. He poured two glasses

"So tell me verity. What is it that I can do for you, because there is something you can do for me"

Verity watched him closely. Her confidence never faltering. She had seen many tricks and she had seen what he was capable of doing. She had, dreamed of him on several accounts. Why she had was still a mystery to her, but none the less she had.

"Oh Islan I am sure there is some way I can be of use to you, always. Make me an offer that I can not refuse if you need it that bad."

She said to him, her voice still holding the erotic tone that it always seemed to. Her eyes continued to swirl, and the more the customers worried, the more she felt their fear, the more agitated she became and the colder the bar got. Smiling softly to him and letting her hand rest on the table she leaned down to him.

"The wine I am sure will suit your standards although if it does not, I have my personal and private stash in the back and if you would like some then you can join me other wise that will just have to do."

She said, her voice even as always, but her tone never changing as she spoke to him. She knew the customers were worried and concerned if not for her then for themselves.

He smiled at her reassuring tones, he let his eyes openly slide over the full pert orbs so snugly ensnared in her tight tube top, of course his bloody orbs never revealed where he was looking

"Ahh good then" he said as he slid a glass to her, and lifted the glass of his own to his lips, letting the liquid simmer in his mouth, he swallowed

"That is not bad, but I had hoped for better. Show lentils stash of yours. Besides I think it's best we speak in private" he said to her as he rose frm the table, leaving the and on the table

"Come and show me your best, and I will ask what I require of you" he told her as he stood to hisfull heigh of near seven feet, his broad shoulders half again as wide as another mans

Verity walked back across her bar. Talking to Paully for a few moments she explained that she wanted no one in the back, by any means and for any reason at all. As she was certain he understood her she smiled walking in to her back room and heading to her office.. Making sure Islan was inside already she waved her hand across the main door, black smoke forming as it sealed shut not allowing anyone in.

Walking into her office she went over to her wall, closing her eyes for a few moments she whispered a few words in the old language causing a wall chest to appear before them. Inside were different scrolls, books, and of course her private stash of wines. Pulling a bottle from the chest she re-sealed it and took a seat.

Looking at him she poured to glasses, for the both of them.

"This should suit you better, but regardless of the wine Islan what is it you are here to offer?

Her tone still the same but this time it was clear she was down to business and wanted no games. The black jewels in her eyes seemed to begin taking over the amber the longer she was with him.

He slowly followed her into her office, his gaze dipping to the sway o her hips, th gentle way the material would sway as each stride sent one hip dipping down after the other. When he crossed the threshold he heard her whisper the words of sealing, a minor form lacking any true force other than physical. But here in this place the physical ward was more than sufficient. He went over t a chair and sat down while she retrieved tue drinks. He perused the room as sue dd so, noting different hidden stashes about tue walls and in the floor, his eyes peering throgh any magics, at least those of the more common planes. All of her work was within the natural realms, yet he could tell with those eyes she sought the supernatural powers

"Why my dear verity. I have come to offer you a chance at the eyes of an artist, a matching set of tattoos to rival the delicate work of your back" he told her as he lifted the glass to his lips, drinking lightly as he let the blood wine, the death wine, the dead wine, rollover his rogue before swallowing

"Ahhh yes. A world of difference" he said with a smile

"You have some power here, but you have leagues to learn" he told her as he took another sip of the wine, then he tilted his head back a thick red mist ros from his open mouth quickly filling the room, as it did so it revealed all of her hidden spots, uncovering them nthen as quick as it filled the room it condensed back into his mouth, and he swallowed

"I want you, but you need me. What I want you for though, is that tattoo and those black flecks. I need to see where those came from. There is something unseen and I believe you could save me some time" he told her before tilting the res of the glass down his throat nhangaze finally returning to hers, his cold blood eyes reflecting the light of the room as he waited to see what she might think

She watched as he showed her, her own places. She smirking looking at him and tilting her head to the side. Leaning on her desk and closer to him.

No one has ever figured out the meaning behind my eyes nor my tattoo's, as my parents have died and I am the only remaining one of my blood line that search has become a little harder, so what makes you so different Islan, and why should I even think I can trust you, when I have seen what you have done with others, and their powers. I know you are capable of many things including trapping one, and taking from theirs what is not yours to take. So tell me why should I trust you and what makes me different from any other you could have help you."

Her had been right, of course he knew that. But Verity trusted few Paully being one and probably the only one she would ever with her bar. Of course Islan was a unique individual, and yes he had what she wanted, she wanted the power that he had learned to wield, She desired it, but not enough to loose her own. Slowly as the doubts and the questions rose her tattoo that typically showed around her neck began stretching down her chest and covering her heart with symbols of protection. Few ever understood her tattoos, most of the time she didn't. They moved and shifted shape as they pleased, but they were always in tune and line with her.

He watched as she leaned a little closer to him, her full round breasts spilling forward, putting more strain on her tight fitting tube top. He watched as he listened the tattoos melding over her flesh, spilling over her shoulders and coursing down over her full breasts under her shirt

"Be cause I know exactly what you are. I can help it come out in you. Your potential has remained innate because you dally in the realm of the natural, those glyphs tell that tail plainly, but they are so much more my dear. I do not think that you have any clue as to what they are or could be. Only a bing as myself could. I know the rights of knowledge that could open your eyes, or cloud them. You one what I am, but you do not know who I am. I know who you are and what you are. I offer you your potential. As to trust, well that can only come with time" he said. Then he rose from his seat and walked around to stand behind her

Islan ran his fingers along her shoulders and down her arms. As he did sonhiw own tattoos pulsed and swelled, the black ink seeming to grow along his hands and bleed into hers. As his fingers ran down over her shoulders and along her arms, her own tattoos responded. He guided them into ornate glyphs that were glyphs of power. Then he removed his hands and the tattoos stayed as hebhad left them

"Now try to open one of your little hide aways" he told her and as she did, rather then exposing the one in the natural world, she bored a knew one into a different elemental plane

"Ahh, you see the difference? As I have manipulated the magic within you to do this, I can teach you to do it through your own will" he told her, then he let his hands trail down over her back, sliding lower and lower to the waistline of her skirt. Her glyphs changing to ones if nature and motion. She would suddenly be feeling, very excited

"I can also teach how to effect this plane more soundly" he said with his lips next to her ear. He knew she would be feeling a deep lust, but it began to fade as soon as he removed his fingers from the small of her back


"You have much to learn and this vessel of yours is the key for both of our pursuits"

Verity sat there taking a few steadying breaths she turned and looked up to him. Her eyes now completely swirling with the black crystals as she did so. Her mind how ever was very clear and very alert. Standing up she was toe to toe with him. Leaning closely into him she whispered softly into his ear.

"If you have and know so much then what could I possibly have that you would want Islan, and I do know you, I know you well enough to not be tempted by you, and I know that you hold more power then any of the others that I have came across, your offer is tempting as you are. But do this do not tempt me with you magic and do not inflict feelings into my body you have no intentions of acting upon. As long as you vow to not take from me as I will not take from you more then either of us can afford to give, then you have a deal. But if you lure me with lust or haunt one more of my dreams then this agreement will go under with many questions. I do not intend to simply walk away, but what ever it is you wish to obtain with me will become more difficult to do so."

As she spoke to him her words were soft and still filled with the natural eroticism of her voice. Her tattoos along her body seemed to crawl across her skin inching themselves closer yet to him. Verity's body was barely touching his, but where it was, it was like mass amounts of electricity was flowing between the two of them.

He smiled as he listened to her. She had turned tonface him and he had felt her breasts slide against his chest for the briefest of monents, such warm flesh

"I simply wish to use you. Your body and those glyphs can lead menwere I need to go. I make no other claims then that. In using your body I will not deform you, kill you, or remove that art. That is all I promise. And in you lettng me, I shall teach you how to use your body" he told her as he leaned his lips near her ear so she could feel his breath


"That is my offer"

A soft quiver ran through her as she stood there with him. She could feel him breathing could feel his body against hers. Off of instinct and what ever else that was pushing her at the moment she stepped into him and leaned in closer to his ear.

"Well then Islan you have yourself a deal."

She whispered gently to him.

He smiled to himself when he heard those words. He stepped back and proffered a hand to shake hers

"Now be a dear and let me see that tattoo in it's entirety" h said as he sat back down, trying to think which approach would be best for turning her glyphs into a homing beacon. He had to figure out his to make her glyphs tell him where it originated from on this plane

"Don't be bashfull. You agreed, your body is mine as long as I don't harm you or those glyphs" he said with a devilish little smile as the red orbs of his eyes slidnup her slender bronze thighs, over her flattened stomach and the swells of her full breasts, to finally meet her eyes

Verity looked at him her eyes on his the entire time, sliding the collar off of her neck there was still a chocker in place, unwrapping the silk from around herself she showed the glyphs pulling her hair back into a pony tail she swallowed and then pulled off her tube top. The glyphs appeared around her neck across her chest acting as personal barriers across her back and around her waist. Then setting one of her legs up on the desk she showed him the glyphs around her thigh setting her foot back on the floor she took a seat once more.

"For the time being you will have to deal with these, the others I am just not showing you.

She said clearly and whole heartedly to him.

He smiled at her discomfort, but his eyes could not ignore the way her body made him feel nwhen she had slid the tube top off her breasts had popped free, bouncing and jiggling ever sonsloghtly as the firm melons stood out left and large on her slender toned torso. The glyphs danced about her as the showed her feelings, something that henwould have to address, controlling herself and the glyphs would be crucial to turning her into a compass for him. Perhaps some small focus tattoos but henwould have to give some thought to the location. The wards did canter in the middlemof her back and that seemed to be the origin of there fluctuations

"That will due for now, but you best understand that you agreed your body was mine I will need to know it well in order to stylize and focus this stick properly" he told her with a grin

"Now then I will be back tomorrow I need some time to think and gather some material" he said as he rise from the chair. And as a small strong to her dignity, he waved the barrierto the door away, before she had time to cover herself, a little push never hurt, he thought as he strode out ifthere office and out of the bar

He went back to the room he had rented anfew blocks away and began to dive into his tomes. He needed to find the best centers for her, the plane of grounding was obvious, tue netherworlds. That was where her powers had come from, although twisted into an emotional and protectional form rather than an offensive and powerful place, that he had seen by the ease with such she wielded null powers when he had given her wards of focus and banishment. He won't the rest of that evening in thought, gathering a mentlamlist ofnsupplies for her first real markings, her penannent wards, her bindings

Verity was out raged, yes she had given him reign but she did not intend on the entire free world seeing her naked body. Slamming the door shut with a gust of cold air she stood there as she re-adjusted her clothes. In all honestly she did not know what exactly his intentions with her were, but if he voided any of their spoken agreement this endeavor would quickly end.

Opening up her cabinet once more she pulled out her scrolls and began to decipher them once more. These had been passed down in her family for ages and they were her prized ornaments. Running her hand around her neck her ruby necklace came into view once more. It was something of her mothers and something that never was taken off. It carried to much with in itself for her to hide or leave it anywhere. She had taken that gift to an extreme, no one but herself knew she had it.

Sighing after a few hours of her readings she left her office and went further into the depths of the bar. Going to her bed she laid down, placing her hand on the necklace it became apart of her once more before she drifted into her dreams.

Islam rose the next morning and went about through various shops colllectjg the proper agents for both the ceremony and the ink concoction henwould net to properly bind her tongue nether realms and give her magic an anchoring binding to true power. He had decoded that uenwouldnstart with simple focus wards to help her reign her glyphs into control. He had worn his coal that morning sonhe could hide his head and eyes from the shopkeepers and people on the streets, being a man of his ilk it was best to keep a low profile when you tried to donthe menial tasks, people got anlittle bit harder to deal with when they realized they were selling to a blood caster. A red eyes he was and he had found much solace in the respect it gave him, th fear it caused in others, oh he revelled in tue power, the all addictive forces he could adios and conjure

It was a few hours shy if mid day when he returns to verity's bar. He sat down and ordered a mug of ale, only after he had been seved did henlet his hooded cloak fall back off his head, she would soon be told he was there. He smiled as he remembered the looks of the men in the bar yesterday when he had left, they way their eyes looked past him and their jaws dropped, she was a beautiful woman and her body was perfection, even he could not deny that, but for now his interests in her perfection lie in other realms, quite literally

Verity had been doing work in the back of the bar that day, so she had her men taking care of her day time customers. Typically it was nothing major and she never really was needed, so during the day, and today was just like the rest. She wore her hair pulled up into a messy bun, her glyphs had been racing across her skin, something felt off to her about that and she could not put it on what it was. One of the glyphs staying on the left side of her face near her eye. It was one she could honestly say she had never seen before. the rest seemed to put them selves in random places across her skin. One now on her arm, the ones around her neck seemed to thicken, the seemed to spread. But because she was working the back she felt no need to cover them. She wore a pair of tightly fit jeans with a simply with tank to that had the bottom torn off.

Verity was not one to like to have to cover her body. She loved her body, she loved her self, and her glyphs, including the one she had been born with. Which was the one she did not plan on showing anytime in the near future. All the glyphs were special to her though regardless of where they came from. As Tony one of her bar backs came to her explaining who was gracing her bar she nodded her head and walked back out with him. Walking over to Islan staying on her side of the bar she smiled softly.

"Why don't you come join me in the back I am taking care of a few things."

She said in a matter of fact tone as she stood there looking at him, and leaning against the bar. Her shirt dipping to the V in the front giving him even more of a show first thing, Verity's body always seemed to scream for his attention, she didn't know why and for her sake of sanity she decided it was a matter of power.

He watched as his ew student strode out from the back adn met hi at the bar. She leaned down as she metnioned they should go to the back. His eyes followed her chest as she leaned, full breasts comin together as the neckline opend up. He coul see th glyphs dancing over the full swells of her breasts. he noted the mood that they spke of adn smiled, she was nervous

"Why certainly dear" he sadi as he rose and walked to the end of the bar, is eyes dipped down to her full ass as she lead the wayinto her office. Her hps dipped and swayed, making her slender exposed abdomen look delightful. As they entered her office, Islan took the oppurunity to cast up a null barrier that would not let anything pass, save soemthing of a greater darkness then what he comanded

"Yous hould finish up ere and then we can soon make some preparations, we will need somewhere secure adn private for this. It will be the first installment of letting you access and control yourself better" he said as he set his small pack on the floor beside his seat adn sat down

Verity took a seat across from him, her eyes boring into his. She could not understand him, and could not pull herself to let her guard down with him. She knew that he typically was always after what was best for him and never really put much into any one else around him. Sitting there she looked at him, surveying him with her eyes. Her lips parting slightly as she licked her lips before leaning back in her chair. He was a man of power one she would love to have more than just a teacher and student relationship with, but she knew better than to trust anyone, but there was no harm in looking.

He reminded her of a demonic greek god, his body carved out of the stone, his glyphs showing what he was, and how powerful he truly was only seemed to enhance his sexuality. She found herself staring at his eyes, the blood red orbs, she wondered what he looked like before, what color his eyes had been, and what it would be like to know he was looking at you instead of only guessing. Shaking her head she pulled herself back to the here and now.

"Well I am pretty much done here, so we are all set, do you have some place in mind that we can go where we will have no interruptions what so ever?"

Her tone still had the same erotic nature that seemed so natural with her, but she was all business now. Emotions would get her no where and she knew that. Her glyphs on her body stilled as the realization hit her, and she made that her reality. One single glyph similar to a broken tear drop froze over her heart.

"Yes I do. I have obtained a small place some distance from here. You realize that we may not be coming back for some time. For this is a journey to andestination that you will lead me to, and along the way I will teach you and train you in the dark arts" he said calmly, slowly rising to his feet, staring down at her where she sat, his eyes drawn to the swells if her breast where her markings had seemed to solidify, the top of some glyph peeking up from the neckline of her top

"I hope you have someone here you can leave in charge here" he told her as he bent down to grab his bag

"Make your arrangements" he said as henwalked to a wall, his hand boring into the natural seal she had made, his tattoos on his hands throbbing as he penetrates her makeshift wall. He drew his hand back with the bottle of exquisite wine

"Can't leave this here to waste" he said with a smile as his eyes turned back to her

"I'll be waiting at the bar" he said as he turned and left the room

Verity watched him with a slight suspicion. She knew that the guys that worked her bar would run things as she wished, and as she had told them to. They did not go against her and were completely loyal to only her. As she had been the one to pull them off of the streets, giving them a home and a whole new life. Both having been addicted to drugs a normal mortal would never touch in years because they would more than likely die, but when you added a little big of magic into the mix well things just got interesting. Pushing her memories to the back of her mind, she grabbed the duffel bag she had packed all of her scrolls everything that met anything to her and who she was tucked safely inside. Sealing her room for a few more moments she made sure no one was watching her as she touched her neckline making the necklace appear once more. Meditating for a few moments quietly in her private place she smiled softly causing it to go back into her she walked out. Sealing her room, she went out to the bar and nodded to her men.

She could see the worries in her eyes as they looked her from head to toe. Her jeans hugging her hips snugly, her tank top tight in all the right areas, and her combat boots all seemed odd to them, but she knew the things that bothered them the most were her, eyes, her glyphs, and her bag. Smiling she just nodded towards the men and went to Islan.

"I'm ready, if you are. I suggest we get out of here, before someone attempts to stop me."

She said to him as she stood next to where he was sitting at the bar. She leaned there looking at him, her eyes still swirling as they had been the night before, the black gems seeming to be becoming more alive now.

Islan simply nodded at her, threw his own bag over his shoulder and left the bar. He stepped out into a dreary over cast day. The street outside was relatively quite as he turned to the north and started walking

Verity soon caught up and walked along side of him. As he threw up the hood on his cloak, thankful for the cloud cover during this hot summer. His cloak made him hot, and he could of course remedy that but he always felt that using power for simple comfort was more then a waist

"We will walk to my little spot and once there we shall have ourselves a simple ceremony. There I will inscribe wards of focus for you, and wards of binding. These wards will seal you to the nether realm. I believe that you understand whatthat means, forever bound there, and in your passing bound to go there and serve as you have drawn service from those there. I will also inscribe glyphs of focus to help calm and channel your own glyphs. This will enable you to harness and focus powers from the dark realm. " he told her in alowered voice, but with sondes people o the street he was not concerned of being overheard

"This is a sacred right. You will tell no one of it and explain nothing of it. Is that understood?" he asked as he glanced over at her. Silently eyeing her up. His eyes pausing as they slidnover her chest. Herfull perky tits were bouncing with each step, causing her tank top to stretch taught with the weigh if her impressively full bosom

Verity listened carefully to his words. Nodding her head she looked around them. Arching a brow at his hood pulled up she looked at the people passing by them. No one even seemed to notice that he was there, but they surely seemed to be noticing her. She did not spend a lot of time out side of her bar, she had everything there that she needed, and the attention outside of her bar bothered her. Taking a deep breath she looked at him.

"Why are they staring?

She whispered to him as they walked. It was not that she was dismissing what he was saying, it was the simple fact she had not left her bar since the murders began a month ago, starting with her parents. She did not want anyones sympathy, she just wanted to be alone, and to be able to go about her life with out people constantly apologizing to her for her loss. Just as she had the thought, a man slightly taller than Islan but not quite as big and surely not as many glyphs approached her. His eyes staying on her alone as he told her how sorry he was for her loss. Nodding her head she dismissed him. She hated that people could notice who she was with out asking. She was no one special, and she did not feel the need to be the center of any ones attention, at least not out here.

"It seems that the people here feel for you. Perhaps you should have thrown on a cloak. Being suspicious is sometimes better then being known" he told her after the man had passed nhe had not anticipated this sort of attention as they left, but he didn't think it would matter. Of course it did make him a little curious and apprehensive. As they traveled he took the sides streets as far as he could.

Soon they were in a rundown abandoned part of town hand he gesture to an old abandoned building on the corner

"Here we are" he said as he stopped, his eyes scanning the wrea