+She watches the spirit's outward manifestations with greedy curiosity. "A beautiful name. And this fire..." She reaches out, touching Ellisia's skin, engulfed in flames, her and Dark Urge delight mingling. "Primordial Rage... So beautiful," she murmurs.

Lorelei watches Ellisia's expression change with a slight smile.
"Your world truly knows little about itself; it's surprising how this compares to the power of your mages. But I don't care about your petty superstitions. Your friend gives you power, that's what matters."
+

+Lorelei shrugged, sensing something in Vincent—not just murderous lust, but something else, dark, familiar, so she finally spoke.
"It'll be easier to show than to tell." A subtle shift in her gaze, and smile grew a little more venomous. /"Hello, sweetie, let's get acquainted."/ Urge almost sang it.

"There's a first time for everything," Lorelei chuckled. She regarded Vince thoughtfully. She wasn't entirely sure why she was telling truth to a stranger, but Urge, in her mind, laughed at her doubts. /"I just know this man is like us."/ +

+"Repulsive? Oh, believe me, few see beyond a pretty face. The fact that you can sense Dark Urge says a lot about you." Lorelei's voice doubles slightly as she says this, and a skull appears through her features.

"It might even be a song about you. The way you talk about death... so inspired and passionate." She taps a rhythm thoughtfully on her thigh, momentarily distracted.
+

+"And I don't regret leaving. The surface wasn't my true home; the surface dwellers of Faerun are as alien to me as the peoples of Thedas. But there's something here that wasn't there..." She looked into his eyes, placing her hand over his. "You."

+She watched his hands, her wounds no longer aching after Santiago cleaned up the blood, and nothing distracted her from the feeling of his soft touch on her skin. +

"Oh, not a short time, d'anthe, Urge's first hunt was amused for weeks before they gone." She laughed softly, touching Santiago's cheek. "And those weren't graceful kills, more like... butcher's work. They've learned a lot since then. From you, too."
+

+Urge likes to tease their father, though they couldn't hear him in this world, using Lolth's symbols. Satisfied with the hunt, Urge licked the blood from the daggers with a purr and crawled into the depths of consciousness, leaving Lorelei to deal with the aftermath of the hunt.

+ A fresh pain made the Antaamian roar; he tried to take a step and fell backwards. Urge leaped on top and began cutting chaotically, but finally forming the drawing of spider from cuts. +

+Urge blew flames into his face, laughing as qunari clutched his eyes, which had burst from the intense heat; the qunari's face suffered less damage due to his tough skin.
Urge lunged at the blinded enemy, swiftly severing his tendons.+

It was just a two qunari. Urge froze them with a cone of cold, but one managed to dodge and jump aside. With particular relish, Urge shattered the frozen form of the second before the qunari's eyes, sending ruby-colored shards flying. And just as the qunari rushed at them with a furious roar, +

+And something tells me you might be one of them." She grins.

+The clanking of weapons and shouts echoed nearby. Urge chuckled and vanished into the shadows, becoming invisible. "The fun continues!"

+causing the muscles in his face to relax and his expression to become peaceful. "That's better," Urge purred, looking at their "angel" with wings made of exposed ribs adorned with lungs.
They tapped their lip with their fingertip thoughtfully, licking the blood off. +

+Urge, using magic to aid themself, began to cut the muscles of qunari's back...
When they finished, the man was still breathing, his mouth open in a silent scream and his eyes filled with terror ruining the perfect picture, so Urge inserted a few more needles, +

+"Little bitch, I'll rip out your spine when I'm free!"
"Hardly, sweetie" Urge smiled and the madness flashed in their eyes. They inserted the last needle, turning off the voice again, and drew their daggers. "You will be an angel... winged and far more beautiful than you are now."
+

+and began jabbing them into various points of man's body, humming a tune to themselves. At first, the paralyzed qunari could only hum, but after a few minutes, the spell wore off, and the poison applied to the needles took effect – he still couldn't move, but his voice returned.
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