The pair of emerald eyes bore into Seth's soul, the singular pair of luminous lights dwelling within the darkest depths of the shadows. Shadows that had grown deeper, almost pitch black, as if they were eager to hug themselves to the strangers body and conceal themselves from sight.

Perhaps, if Seth had been in a less sleep deprived state he might have noticed the discrepancy in the shadows, since it was undoubtedly odd than only once section of the room was completely pitch black for no conceivable reason while the rest of the room had normal shadows.

Or maybe he would have noticed the glowing eyes within these shadows, since such a thing isn't exactly the epitome of stealth. But Alas, it was not meant to be. Thus in his delirium, even if he did notice such things, Seth simply brushed them off as he was overwhelmed with the urge to climb into bed and plunge into an endless sleep.

However, that urge was quickly shattered when an unknown voice spoke up from the corner in which they lurked. It was a cold, emotionless voice that sounded almost bored and as if they were irritated by the fact they even had to speak in the first place. Not to forget, it was a woman's voice.

"You ignored my instructions Worm, am I to take this as an insult? Or just a sign of incompetence."

When the woman in the shadows alerted Seth to her presence, he was quick to react despite his previous delirium. The sound of that voice was like a shot of the most intense caffeine being injected straight into his veins, all signs of exhaustion immediately being forced from his body as his bloodstream was drowned in adrenaline.

Whirling around, Seth immediately slipped the dirk from his belt and threw it towards the source of the voice, watching as it plunged into the shadows depths and disappeared behind the curtain of black.

His heart thumped in his chest as he found those piercing emerald eyes staring back at him from the shadows, unflinching despite the attack he had sent flying towards them. Yet, instead of focusing on how this person, assuming as such because it could speak, had even gained entry to the Lord's bedroom and bypassed the puppet guards he had stationed outside, or even thinking about how they had managed to hide from his detection formation.

All Seth could actually focus on was the strange sense of familiarity he was bathing in as he locked eyes with the mysterious figure.

The clicking of heels echoed throughout the room as the figure stepped forward, the curtain of blackness peeling back and finally revealing the stranger that had bypassed all of his defences.

Much like the voice would make one think, it was indeed a woman. Although her age was difficult to pin point, she definitely had a youthful face. But it was not the bright, untouched of a teenager. Instead it was a well kept youth, a face that had experienced many things and that carried each of those experiences through the form of slight wrinkles and scarring.

If Seth had to guess, and was guaranteed not to be slaughtered for such a guess, he would have to put her in the realm of her mid 30s.

Add onto that an ethereal, yet dangerous beauty that gave the air of a sheathed sword or a poisonous viper ready to strike this woman gave off a deadly yet enthralling sense of attraction. The only possible 'flaw' in her beauty, although it was hard to call it such as it only seemed to add to her fatal attraction, was a large scar across her left eye.

The scar itself was wide, gnarly. The type which was not gained from a blade, but a claw tearing itself across flesh and ripping it apart. He couldn't help but compare it to the scars Astra had on her neck and how some might see that as something that diminished her radiance, but that was an odd thought he quickly chased away.

She had long black hair that hung in front of her face like oil dripping from her head, yet even when these strands of pure black hair physically covered her eyes they did absolutely nothing to hide the enchanting glow that they emitted.

A set of black scale mail armour hid her figure, although the armour itself was still a sight to behold and almost as enrapturing as her body itself, assuming it was as beautiful as the rest of her. The scale mail was intricately carved and meticulously created, so much that each and every scale glimmered as if it had been freshly polished.

Seth had no idea what material it was made out of, it definitely did not look like any metal he was familiar with at the very least, but whatever it was it gave the design as a whole a sense that it was... alive.

Her head was the only part of her body that was uncovered by this enchanting scaled armour. From the tips of her toes, to the ends of her fingers and all the way up to her neck she was covered in this armour.

Her hands were covered with gauntlets, which hand rings glistening and shining in the light, as she chose to wear them on the outside of her armour. A strange choice to be sure.

Aside from the odd placement of rings, her fingers were tipped with deadly and wicked claws. Clutched between a pair of these claws, which were still held up next to her throat, was Seth's dagger.

The dagger trembled in this woman's grasp, desperately trying to free itself under Seth's orders, yet despite holding it so casually between two fingers, as if she was holding a cigarette, the grip was like an iron vice.

No matter what, he simply couldn't break free. That was, until the figure simply tossed the dagger to the side like a worthless toy that was no longer worthy of their attention.

With an annoyed grimace across their blackened lips, the mysterious Gothic woman narrowed her emerald eyes and spoke once more, her tone laced with irritation and venom.

"Speak boy. I know this is the right language, I do not wish to use it any more than I have to."

"Why not?"

Seth couldn't help it, the question slipped out before he even realised he was speaking. It was the first thing that popped into his mind as he was listening to her speak, and he just couldn't stop himself from asking.

However before he could correct his mistake and ask a better question, the woman clicked her tongue and began to speak once more.

"Why not? Because it disgusts me. I loathe the way my tongue feels in my mouth as I speak this wretched language. Would you not feel the same if you had to lower yourself to speak to your inferiors, would you enjoy speaking the language of a dung beetle?"

"Inferiors... Who the hell are you Lady? I don't know what you've been smoking, but this isn't the place for this. The Lord isn't taking visitors, especially not in his bedroom."

As soon as he heard her call him 'inferior' Seth couldn't help but attack her once more, even if it was out of spite and sleepless irritation. The dirk dagger gently lifted itself from the ground where it had been carelessly tossed.

It silently lifted into the air and twisted itself so that it was facing the mysterious stranger, before shooting through the air towards her like a bullet. However just before it could pierce her flesh, the woman flicked her hand as if she was brushing away an irritating pest.

It was the most casual motion, yet it perfectly caught the knife in its trajectory and sent it careening off to the side, where it embedded itself deep into the stone. A feat that was mainly possible from the sheer strength of that oh so casual flick of the wrist. A fact that even in his current state, Seth didn't fail to notice.

"Your Lord? You think I am here to mate with your so-called Lord? That I would lower myself to such filth?"

Her face twisted into an expression of utter disgust, as if he had asked her to perform a strip tease for a gang of overzealous chimpanzees, or just to watch reality TV. She spat onto the floor to express her distaste, the spit immediately beginning to sizzle on contact with the floor and began to eat away at the wood as it dug a hole into the foundation.

"Okay... So you aren't here for that, I see that now. So what then? What instructions are you talking about, because we've definitely never met before lady."

"Oh but we have met before. I thought you were smart boy, don't tell me I was wrong about you."

She stepped forward again, moving closer to Seth, as she tilted her head to the side. In this position, her scar was completely hidden from view and she was staring at him with a singular, radioactively glowing eye.

The sight sent shivers down Seth's spine, as an overwhelming sense of dread filled his entire being. It was an experience unlike any other, that made him feel like an ant in front of the full, raw power of the cosmos.

Well, almost unlike any other. There was one other time he had felt like this, exactly like this.

Glancing down at the sizzling hole in his floor, then at the armour this individual was wearing, An armour that seemed so realistic and alive. That was all before his eyes landed back on the singular eye that was gazing at him expectantly.

Finally, he realised where that sense of familiarity stemmed from. Although it was at that exact same moment, he really wished he didn't know.

"Oh..."

"Mmm, Clever boy~"

A playful smirk danced on the luscious, blackened lips of the beautiful, human form of the acid spitting dragon that had previously resided in this very castle.