Lose your soul

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She busied herself with the plants for what seemed like hours. When she had finished sorting and arranging them, each in its proper pot, it was already darkening.

Straightening her long, slender members Laandra yawned a bit. The evenings were cold in that place,near the mountains, so she would have to make the fire, again. She was just making herself ready to leave the relative comfort of the small porch of the cottage and go to the back, where she had stored some firewood, when suddenly her attention was distracted by the sound of light steps,coming up the path.

Out of reflex, she withdrew into the shadow of the house.Behind her, Eireannan seemed asleep, or whatever was that state of his...it was so quiet that she could hear his shallow breathing, yet there was also the unmistakable sound of footsteps again...

A satyr.

She knew from her early years in Ashenvale about the settlements of Xavian and Satyrnaar. Light, she'd been there, siding with the Kaldorei against these demons!

One of them was now staying in front of her, and Laandra tensed, wishing she had set up better magical defenses around the place.

The twisted form gave her a mocking laughter.

" You are alone..."

" Go away" Laandra said, her tone firm. " I feel no remorse for burning the likes of you to ashes."

" I could go", the demon agreed, stepping closer, so that she could now see its massive, almost threatening frame and the wicked grin. " It's just that I have an offer that may interest you. I could help you bring him back..."

"No", she shivered, the thought making her sick. Yet, temptation lured somewhere inside. To be able to talk again to him. Sink in his embrace at night.

" Think it well, girl", the demon continued, casually approaching. "He would be the same as always and then...I could offer you power beyond your imagination..."

"No, no,no...! Go away" Laandra gasped. Laandra gasped. He was somehow hypnothizing her, she realized, making her feel strangely disconnected from reality, all will suddenly failing her. She tried to put out a spell, but found that she couldn't move her lips. And the demon's voice, closer and closer, as he leaned towards her and she felt its hot breath on her skin.

" So much power, as you never dreamed of... And he'll be fine, I promise. I can show you, now...Just say "yes". A single word", the demon whispered. "Say yes".

Laandra pressed her hands against her lips to resist the temptation. A part of her, still aware of the way in which he tried to manipulate her mind, fought to resist. With an almost soft gesture, he removed her hands and stared deep into her eyes.

"Say 'yes'"...

So easy, Laandra thought. So easy to fall...

And she was falling, she realized, to the ground, as the demon suddenly dissapeared from her face. Her head hit against the doorstep with a horrible sound and then it all went pitch dark.