She had made it this far, her blade slicing through another one of the goblins as she stared up at the floating islands. Gore coated her blade and the demons had fallen to her feet as nothing more than miserable corpses left out to rot within the sun. Her tail swung behind her, ears flicking as she stared up in awe. This had been her goal, to gain access to the area she so desperately wished to find. To enter the gods domain, a crimson portal was off to her right, the gateway to the domain of chaos. She had made it this far, she couldn't turn back, not once would she even think about turning back. She simply wanted to go forward. She wanted to see what the god of chaos looked like, wanted to see one of their domains, and what better way than to test her strength along the way? She stepped through the portal after flinging the blood off of her broad sword. She was donned in simple robes of crimson color, and a deep emerald cloak that hung at her shoulders. She sheathed her broadsword and gripped her twin fan blades. Her senses were on high alert, galaxy eyes trained on her surroundings as she ended up on another one of the islands. When had it gotten so dark? It must have been a simple mind trick, the scenery now forested with a large lake in the middle of a clearing. She walked towards it, body ready to attack anything that had decided to make itself present. Her tail flicked behind her, claws seemingly at the ready despite her fan blades extended and ready to go.

Crack.

She whipped around, eyes trained like a hunters as the cracking of branches caught her attention. A low growl had started to come from a darkened patch of trees as a hellhound made itself present. She growled back, baring fangs and widening her stance as she readied herself for battle. She used her magic, calling upon the power Strangle to deal with her opponent. The tendrils grabbed hold of the creature, its vocalizations shut off as she drew her sword once more, sheathing her fans. She moved forward quickly, bringing her blade down with deathly precision upon the creatures back as it struggled to get free. Its spinal cord severed and now the tendrils receding she proceeded to bring the sword down upon the creatures head, driving the blade straight through its skull. She wrenched her blade free, careful not to drench herself in blood, and flicked the blood from her blade. She went to the lake, checking for anything lurking within its depths before relaxing as much as she dared. She sat by the water side, cleaning her sword and resting her body for a moment. She decided on keeping her sword on her more than her fans, the creatures she had been fighting far to bulky for the efficiency and speed of her fans.

Once a count of her items was done and her weapons cleaned and sharpened she would head off once more, on her quest to make it to the cradle. Another crimson portal having made itself apparent. She stepped through it, on guard for any attack that would potentially happen.

She stepped onto a stone pathway, mountains in the distance and statues of demons and angels clashing. She stared in awe, being a fan of art and music herself she admired the handy work of the stone. She peered out with her jaw partially dropped, it was gorgeous. The statues, the mountains, the courtyard and the citadel! She felt as though she were looking upon landscape for the very first time. A stone pathway led to the citadel with a gleaming gate to welcome those who came. She resisted the urge to explore it however, deciding that it was not what she had come here for. She needed to rest, time to make sure she didn't look nearly as shabby as she felt. She rested, sitting at the foot of what she felt was a magnificent sculpture. It was an angel, desperately reaching out for the heavens as demons bound it with chains covered in barbs that dug into the angels skin. It seemed as though they were intent on dragging the angel down to the depths of hell and putting it through as much pain as they could. She felt as though it represented how even the most glorified things could fall so heavily to their knees.

She straightened out her clothes, smoothed her hair, and made sure there was not a speck of dirt underneath her claws. Her ears were fine and her tail fur was brushed to perfection as quickly as she could. She did a material count, checking to make sure her weapons and extra clothing was all there before fully beginning to rest. She had fought long and hard to get up here, and she could wait five minute to allow her body to recuperate before going to see a god.

Such a beautiful slaughter hadn’t gone unseen by the God’s eyes. In fact, he kept a very close eye on the latest of his visitors since her arrival upon the Ring. Within the Cradle, the hooded lord watched from the comforts of his throne at a projected glimpse of this lovely little creature that had been up to. Killers and assassins were nothing new on these grounds; they thrived in the chaos of the world and they were able to weave lies with the best of them. Well, aside from Xunatar, of course. He watched with keen eyes as the feline fatale not only survived through the horrors that the island could produce, but she was thriving. That alone brought forth a pleased smile; he had no time to waste on the meek. Let them fend for themselves in the pits of lions for all he cared. Only the strong were worthy of receiving his audience. The hellhound was a fearsome opponent but even he hadn’t lasted too long again her.

When the show was over, he stood up and clapped in approval, though no one would hear it save from him. The lord decided that she was deserving of meeting with him and vanished from the throne room to go wait for the woman in the courtyard.

While he was there long before she did, Xunatar wasn’t in plain sight. No, he was there but also wasn’t. As she had admired the statues of angels and demons in their eternal conflict, one of the seraphs subtly watched her without giving itself away. Its stony lips shaped into that of a smirk as she prepared herself physically to meet him. Not only did she have the killer’s instinct, but she had the proper manners as well.

“You have done very well, my dear.”

The voice rang from the statue before it turned its head towards her, the smirk still residing on it before he phased out from it. The god was in a long white hooded cloak and pants, and a black shirt. Dropping the hood from his head, the long white ponytail draped behind him and icy blue eyes watched her, almost appearing as if they were staring right through her.

“I was most interested in watching your mettle tested and must say that I am very impressed. Let the Chaosweaver be the first here to welcome you to his humble abode, my dear.”

Her feet had started to throb as adrenaline finally began to wear out of her system, tired waves rolling down her spine. She couldn't allow herself to appear weak however, not even wanting to admit her exhaustion to herself she ignored it, tempted to beat her body into the submission of her will. Slowly it all began to fade as she went back into battle mode, eyes and ears going alert as she looked out upon the garden of statues, the garden of Adam. She smiled softly, her fangs poking out just behind her lips and claws brandished as her weapons. Her fans and sword had been sheathed, her claws itching for their own fight, sure it was gruesome with how she loved her claws for a fighting style, but who said she had to care about what others thought of her fighting styles? She loved the feel of gore and blood upon her hands, especially when it had been an adversary. It was barbaric, and most often went screaming, especially last time when that thief had attacked her. He had an female accomplice with him, needless to say that she went running after her claws ripped into the thief's rib-cage and then went charging after the girl. It had been interesting to see that kind of fear on someones face, but all emotions felt dulled since she had no one of obsession. It was sad really, her self having become muted from the lack of motivation. It was this reason that she came up here, and she denied that the adrenaline rush is what made her feel more 'humane' and would rather consider it to be her own curiosity.

When the sound of a mans voice reached her ears she spun around, fangs and claws brandished with her fur on end. A statues head turned towards her before a man phased out of it. Upon hearing his next words she relaxed slightly, still tense and ready for any other trials or opponents. Of course she could never forget her manners, and she had also never seen a man phase through solid stone before so doubts were far from her mind. She dropped into a curtsy, her head dipping in a soft bow before rising again with speech to follow.

"My lord it is an honor to meet you, and an even bigger honor that you have been impressed by me."

A smile graced her features, one of accomplishment but also of humbleness. She could not afford to become cocky, she was within a gods domain and she was practically an ant to his boot. She finally took the time to take a good look at the chaosweaver, and found herself awestruck. He was something of beauty, almost as if he were the apple of the forbidden tree. Silver hair, piercing blue eyes that seemed to be able to look through her, fare skin, and a lean body, like that of a swimmers. Her tail twitched behind her, fur flattening but she could feel the beginnings of a new obsession start crawling their way into her heart. No, No, no,no,no,no,no, NO! He was a god! Not some mortal man that she could easily take for herself, she was such an idiot! Not to mention he looked just like him, fair skin, blue eyes, only her original master…his hair had been brown. Like chestnuts in the winter, his heart had been stolen by her. She felt the whirlwind of thoughts be blown away as she realized she more than likely needed to say something more than accepting complements.

"Your lands are incredible, and the enemies a great challenge. I thank you for the opportunity that was given by those adversarys to show my strength here."

Her voice was like silk, each word pronounced to the best of her abilities and spoken softly as if she were a noble woman. Her fangs had a tendency to slur her speech and was determined not to have the gods ears have to listen to such distasteful syllables. She herself hated the slight lisp it gave her, it made her sound like a degenerate, like that woman. Her heart seethed at the memories that bubbled up underneath her furred skin, tinting her face a very soft pink. Though the anger was certainly not felt towards the god in front of her, as her mind had become clouded with memories that she never wanted to forget, as forgetting meant the possibility of allowing it to happen again. She snapped herself out of her thoughts, him now sinking into her heart as a true obsession. Her mind clouding and picturing him, a man so similar yet so much different to the one she had fallen for all those years ago. Yes, this one was no man, but a god, a god she could easily serve with her mind, body and soul, her yandere side having taken over completely. He would only need her eventually, yes, that would be all that he would need, was her and her alone! She felt her own cackles of insanity ring within her mind as she snapped back into her more innocent ideals. She needed to appear vaguely normal right? It wasn't okay just to snap just yet, after all, she needed to figure out a way to keep from him finding out about her obsessive…well what others called her obsessive disorder. It was simply the purest form of love! They were wrong, she was the only one strong enough to love purely! Wouldn't a god want such a pure love and adoration? She could easily give it, especially since he seemed so demonically heavenly himself. She could feel her mouth fill with saliva but did not let it drip, she was desperate for something to give her feeling again. So what if the god killed her? He would only do it because he cares for her well being right? Certainly, he'd kill her so no others could have her, such a sweet but silly god, thinking that another could steal her, doesn't he know her love is pure?

Her thoughts continued down this path, sometimes her more rational part of thinking trying to tell her that he was a god and would have no interest in her love or adoration in that way, but her obsessive side was winning, reasoning with insane arguments that slowly overtook her brain. She was going to try and hide it of course, but that didn't mean it would work. The most she could do was control herself and keep from killing any women or men she saw, after all, they were his servants more than likely and she had no place to do something like that. She also didn't see him talk with any of them, only having talked with her, it made her heart flutter that her obsession would take time to simply talk to her. Ah! He must really care then, her face heated up slightly becoming more pink as she felt adoration show softly within her eyes. She felt the need to squirm in happiness but held it down, what if he thought it was weird? She didn't want to displease him, not to mention if she did she would be mortified. Finally something had sunk in, he had called her dear! She felt her mind squeal in delight, oh how kind he had been with those words. She felt her pulse race as fantasies rushed her mind, none of them having enough substance to actually describe, but it left her with a warm fuzzy feeling.

What she hadn't realized is that she had been standing with a soft look of adoration and pink tinted cheeks for the past few seconds as her mind went over the information she had constructed within her head. Her tail was swinging behind her softly, ears twitching and her hands were held together at her chest. She truly looked almost as if she adored the god in front of her with every fiber of her being, which was slowly becoming far more true than any could have imagined by how well she normally hid her emotions. She blinked, realizing what state she had been in for the past few seconds and quickly righted herself, trying not to appear as though she were a freak. If he found about what she had done…the murders….the…she didn't want to think of that, that was in the past. She wasn't going to do that anymore, not until they…tou- NO! She wasn't going to let them anywhere near him, those women who wanted nothing other than a cheap plaything that didn't know the treasure that they had! She was the only one who could love him so purely even angels and heaven itself couldn't begin to comprehend it! She would make sure of that! Now to appear normal….after the staring at him for a few seconds fiasco.

"U-Uhm, sorry for staring, I've just never met a god like yourself before My Lord."

Her blush would deepen considerably as she would then peer down to the floor now feeling mortified. What if her Master now hated her!? Could her Master hear her thoughts? did he like the title of Master? Her tail flicked behind her as her thoughts drowned out her awareness slightly, what if she did something wrong? Her ears were still on the lookout, attention not quite fully absorbed as she had to remember where she was.

It was understandable that the girl would be rather jumpy upon his angelic voice ringing among the area. After all, she only reacted out of instinct, he was sure. Due to this, Xunatar wasn’t bother by her reaction, but more so entertained. His lips curled upward in delight over how the predator immediately dropped her poise and fell into a more manner one. Slipping around her, he paced about with hands behind his back as he studied the woman with a keener eye. “Indeed. I’ve been receiving the likes of many in my short reign, but I think you were among those that have left a great impression on me thus far. I do hope you will continue to do so.”

He spoke those words while he continued to circle about like a vulture would a corpse before diving down. She seemed young and impressionable, which were traits that he sought for in those that he’d take under his wing, or when he sought out pawns to exploit. Though she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, that he could see at the moment- it was something that made her greater than just a mere puppet in the game. She also seemed very dangerous, like a wildfire which truly did thralled the lord.

“I will be frank, I have never seen such a being like yourself.” 

With that, he finally cease his pace once he came full circle right in front of her again. Xunatar pondered what was her motive in gracing his home? Many wanted his favor, blessing or to be a part of his stead. Of course gaining any from him would not be freely handed off. Oh no, he wasn’t the sort to hand such things freely like his newfound brethren. The smile never left his face as he spun around and headed towards the statue that the feline had fancied briefly ago. His hand felt the marble statue of the angel, cupping its chin while stifling a chuckle. To think that on some level, angels and demons were more similar than what people had liked to believe. But it was merely the grand delusion that they all brought into- that they winged saviors were not but heroes and saints and his kind were the monsters. Such foolish sheep.

He turned slightly to pay his guest more attention and he could easily tell that she seemed intrigued about his presence; her body spoke volumes of what her words had. He held a pretty face and form- she was like most of the women that allowed themselves to take in the sight of him. Had she not visioned the Chaosweaver as handsome as he was now? The question came back to him as for why she came to these parts? Taking giant strides, he returned to her, towering over the woman with their height differences. The lord reached up and placed a single finger beneath her chin to gently tilt her head up to see him. 

“It is fine, no need to apologize. Allow me the privilege of your name? And where have you come from?”, he insisted. “Oh, where are my manners? Can’t keep having you calling me by my titles, after all. I am Xunatar.”