(I swear, I couldn't have made up something better...)
"A trade." Wanda's voice was hard. "Me for her."
N'astirh blinked at the woman, his inhuman face betraying no expression. "You would give your life for the Darkchilde?" he hissed at last.
"Yes." The woman stood tall and unflinching, despite the swarms of demons around them. The same demons that had overrun the rest of the team, forcing them to retreat while Amanda was still able to hold the way open. "She's just a girl. Imagine what you could do with the power of chaos behind you."
"Yesss, Chthon's vessel. You have much power, woman." N'astirh considering the blonde girl he held, claws wound through her hair, blood seeping from her nose. Illyana was beyond pale, and the bruises from the beating she'd received already stood out starkly. He opened his mouth to speak again, when a new voice broke the scene.
"Not her. Take me." Stephen Strange's voice rang out across Limbo's blighted landscape. "Let them both go, and I will serve you, Nastirh. For eternity."
"Stephen, no, don't..." Wanda's protest was cut off by the demon's reply.
"Willingly, magician? You would serve me body and soul?"
The former academic nodded. The demonic hoardes parted as he walked forward, to stand before the throne of Limbo. "I would serve you, body and soul," he repeated, and then sank to his knees. "Master."
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Date: 2008-01-14 07:14 pm (UTC)"A trade." Wanda's voice was hard. "Me for her."
N'astirh blinked at the woman, his inhuman face betraying no expression. "You would give your life for the Darkchilde?" he hissed at last.
"Yes." The woman stood tall and unflinching, despite the swarms of demons around them. The same demons that had overrun the rest of the team, forcing them to retreat while Amanda was still able to hold the way open. "She's just a girl. Imagine what you could do with the power of chaos behind you."
"Yesss, Chthon's vessel. You have much power, woman." N'astirh considering the blonde girl he held, claws wound through her hair, blood seeping from her nose. Illyana was beyond pale, and the bruises from the beating she'd received already stood out starkly. He opened his mouth to speak again, when a new voice broke the scene.
"Not her. Take me." Stephen Strange's voice rang out across Limbo's blighted landscape. "Let them both go, and I will serve you, Nastirh. For eternity."
"Stephen, no, don't..." Wanda's protest was cut off by the demon's reply.
"Willingly, magician? You would serve me body and soul?"
The former academic nodded. The demonic hoardes parted as he walked forward, to stand before the throne of Limbo. "I would serve you, body and soul," he repeated, and then sank to his knees. "Master."