[open] The Witch in Black

[Chaos]

Chaos watched her every move as she used the power. He felt around him, but it didn't resonate with any of his senses. He did not know what would be important to the casting of magic, so it was possible her stance was just as important.

He was enraptured in her ability to steal the color. It was not to strange to him, after all he could change cosmetic features on himself with his power. However to know it was something else, to know it was magic gave it something else. To have lived with alchemy, yet certain that magic could never exist, and be proven so utterly wrong had a slight affect on the Homunculus.

He smiled as he heard her words, as she said what he had hoped so earnestly she would say. "Well madame, I fear I must admit that I have been out of circulation for quite some time, and while I have begun to explore, I am still woefully unprepared for these modern worlds." He smiled slightly larger. "In fact the existence of more then one world was quite a shock to me."

He looked to the beast. "I do not keep creatures of the world. I find it best to let them live as the beasts they are. They are far less destructive then the vast majority of humanity."

[Constance Helene]

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Constance loved color; every sense in her body was driven wild by the peculiar sensation of golden brindled fur being drained of all its beautiful color. Perhaps it was a silly thing to adore so fervently, but she did adore it. There were countless shades and hues - endless possibilities. That was something she liked... possibilities. There were so many different patterns and shades and blends and textures... each color had a different feel in the sorceress's soul and against her fingertips. No two colors felt the same, and each shade had its own sound in hear ears.

Strange to think that a color could be such a stimulant - sure, colors could affect mood and such, but it was so much more than that. It warmed Constance, and it cooled her, and it aroused her, and it calmed her. It made her spine tingle, and it made the world seem so much more interesting. That's what Constance liked... so many possibilities, and so many sensations. It was just strange how interesting colors could be. Someone who'd lived with them all of their lives would never really understand how truly beautiful and precious they were...

Chaos seemed to appreciate this talent and fascination of Constance's, even though he had likely been born on a world full of colors and life which the Canvaslands were deprived. It was quite an admirable trait for him to play along so nicely with her childish games and strange obsession with color, life, and death. He truly was a remarkable man, this Chaos. Constance would be quite content in serving under him, actually. Even if she never had sex with him, at least if she were to serve him and be on his side, she'd get to look at him with her lustful eyes every once in a while just for kicks.

After Constance told him she'd be happy to be on his team and work on his side, Chaos replied with a smile on his face, "Well madame, I fear I must admit that I have been out of circulation for quite some time, and while I have begun to explore, I am still woefully unprepared for these modern worlds." Constance wondered why he was so... outdated. He didn't seem like the sort of fellow who would be unprepared or anything like that. He seemed like he should be able to adapt to anything. But that was just Constance's opinion; she knew she gave men far more credit than was due.

Chaos went on, his smile brighter, but seemingly more sheepish, "In fact the existence of more then one world was quite a shock to me." Constance laughed a bit. "Is that so? Unfortunately, I'm lacking much experience with any worlds outside of my own. I mean, honestly, I'd have been long gone from this wretched hell were it not for the incompetency of my guide..." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and let out a sweet, innocent sigh. "Oh, well. I suppose I can expect nothing less from a foolish man running from the Darkness."

She shrugged then, looking at the fox specimen which she held tightly in her grip. Its blazing sapphire eyes were wide, and its body continued to writhe and wriggle and flail around. It was almost hard to keep a grip on. Once Constance had offered it to Chaos, he looked upon it for a moment before responding, "I do not keep the creatures of the world. I find it best to let them live as the beasts they are. They are far less destructive than the vast majority of humanity." Constance hesitated in her thoughts; she had been planning on feeding it to her dogs, but... Chaos seemed so much more pleased with animals than humans, and if she wanted to stay on his good side, it would probably be wise to show him the same.

With a sigh, she tossed the fox towards the brush. It landed awkwardly on its side with a yip of fear and relief before scrambling to its feet and racing into the bushes. Constance's blazing crimson eyes watched the brush settle before another wicked smile slipped over her face, and she muttered to herself, "May as well let the pups out for their fun." She snapped her fingers and suddenly these strange wisps of shadow began to flit up from the ground. Leaping from the ground were four strange, extremely large figures.

The creatures resembled dogs, but their bodies were sickingly thing, appearing to be consisting of very thick, jagged skeletons and rotting flesh. Bloody drool dripped from their half-gaping jaws of wicked needle-point teeth; their eyes were hollow holes on their head in which fire burned. Their decaying pelts were short furs of black and deep red. Immediately they caught the scent of the wounded fox and they let out their strange shrill howling cries and took off, kicking up dust behind them. For a moment, Constance watched, and then she stated quite simply, "They won't catch the fox."

[Chaos]

Chaos smiled as he continued to study her. He could see she was enraptured by him, after all he was a force of personality Perhaps he would do her the honor of sleeping with her. His natural libido had always been repressed and since becoming a homunculus it was almost non-existent. However that didn't change the fact that sex was a valuable tool for manipulation, and like most of his tools he had mastered it as well.

He saw he slight confusion on her face as he mentioned his problem with modern events. How would she react if she knew he had spent the last several centuries in the equivalent of a coma. He did not believe it would be much good for him to reveal that fact to her. Not to mention he did not want the fact that they could be sealed away. The less knowledge others have, the better for him.

"Can you not make portals through the darkness?" He asked as he brought his hand up and forced his will into the air. Suddenly a blossom of Darkness erupted before them. "Through there awaits hundreds of worlds, ripe with every color for you to take. Merely say the word and I will convey you to every world you wish, and once you have taken the colors you wish I will burn it to the ground so no other could have thm."

He looked up and smiled warmly to her. "Infinite possibility awaits us. I will give you the worlds, and take them from everyone else."

His eyes followed after the beasts. They were sicking and yet lovely to him. How many times had he found himself on both sides of the dichotomy between beauty and disgust. It must be a part of who he was, a monster wearing the face of an angel. "If you they catch it, why send them." He waved his hand and summoned forth several lesser Heartless. "Perhaps my beasts will succeed." He sent the command and they were off. "Even a beasts heart can become a Heartless. I find them to be ever so useful weapons."

[Constance Helene]

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Constance knew she was being fairly transparent with her attraction to Chaos; unfortunately, she was out of practice. Being that every human on this world either feared her or was related to her in some way, shape, or form, it gave her very few chances to practice masking her attraction. She couldn't help that she was hot and horny half the time; anyone who had lived seventy-five years of their immortal life and rarely gotten any opportunities for physical intimacy would be quite flustered by this point. It was no different for Constance, but it appeared her luck would be changing with the introduction of Chaos; he seemed willing enough to help her out with everything she desired, so long as she gave him what he wanted, too.

Constance feared being an unfit or useless member of Chaos's party. Having him be the first helpful man to appear from outside Somewhere Over the Rainbow made the witch something along the lines of desperate to please him or just be useful to him. She wasn't stupid, though; she could tell when she was being played and manipulated. She wouldn't become his pawn by any means - no, she would do as he said, so long as he had given her something she wanted. It would be a mutualistic symbiotic relationship where both would receive what they wanted from the other. At least, that was Constance's plan. What Chaos intended to do was beyond the witch, but she would be alert.

Chaos seemed to be able to read her like a book; she didn't blame him. She was, she believed, out of practice. When Constance reported to him that she, herself, lacked a lot of knowledge of the outside worlds due to an incompetent guide, he responded curiously, a bit of a coy tone in his voice, "Can you not make portals through the darkness?" Constance half-smiled, admitting, "Unfortunately, my ties to the Darkness are still not strong enough for that." That said, Chaos raised his hand, and Constance watched with fascinated crimson eyes; when his hand rose, Darkness began to rise up from the ground, forming the portal to which he'd referred.

A grin spread over the sorceress's face as Chaos sang, "Through there awaits hundreds of worlds, ripe with every color for you to take. Merely say the word and I will convey you to every world you wish, and once you have taken the colors you wish I will burn it to the ground so no other could have them." He looked to Constance and her eyes locked with his; there was a warm smile lighting up his pale, handsome face. He finished, "Infinite possibility awaits us. I will give you the worlds, and take them from everyone else." Constance replied in his own cooing voice, "Dear Chaos, you have such a way with words, I doubt I could ever refuse your offer."

Upon releasing her hellhounds after the nine-tailed fox, Chaos seemed puzzled by the fact that she had released them when they likelihood of them catching it was currently slim to none. Unfortunately, the brutes had been rather starved as of late, so they were a tad scatterbrained and were thus less organized and likely to catch their prey. Chaos seemed happy to offer up his own pets to catch the creature. He waved his hand and several Heartless rose from the ground; at his word, they rushed off after the hellhounds and the fox, disappearing into the forest. Constance smiled and stated, "I am glad you are my ally... I don't doubt that you are a fatal enemy."

[Chaos]

Chaos smiled as he watched her. He had her now. It was only a matter of time before she was his absolutely. It had always been this way and always would. Of course Chaos was no fool, he could sense the predator in her as well. In many ways she was like him, but the subtle differences were oh so important.

She seemed enraptured in his abilities.Of course, truth be told, he was almost enthralled by her own. He would have to see if he could learn this magic. Perhaps it would work through his chaotic power. However in the end all of this possibility was brought to him by this women, and that would be worthy of the reward of surviving the end. He could be a gracious host.

He knew she would never refuse him. It was written all over her. However he feigned humility and just bowed with a slight flourish. When he straightened he kept the warm smile as he just drank in her nature. He had never found someone as truly engaging as this women. He liked all of the challenges it would bring.

She seemed impressed by his ability to control the Heartless. Would she be able to control the Heartless herself? Chaos assumed she still had a Heart, and from what he knew that meant the Heartless would seek her out naturally. He smirked slightly to her at her last comment. "What else would you expect from a Horsemen of the Apocalypse."