There was no expectation of a welcome home committee. Lord and Devil knew well that the once street hoodlum was perhaps not the most welcome of the de Deso clan to pay a visit.

When the inclination and prophecy had come forth to speak on one of ice, she had only assumed that she was to return to Rhy'din to find Saga. In the clan they had known and called her the Ice Thorn just as Saga's 'sister' had been known as the Flame.

Some things had changed since then. Saga was never blood related to the de Deso clan. More so the honorary member. So it was only assumption that let the street born prophet to believe that she was to pay a visit to Saga when her gold dust flesh had exploded in the middle of autumn's warm night in a canvas print of snowflakes and icicles.

A sensation of so much cold it left her trembling, freezing even in the rich humidity of the Spiced winds of Autumn. If only she knew... if she had realized.

Sometimes the prophecies changed... or really the interpretation altered while the prophecy remained the same.

This particular prophecy though, made her uneasy... because this time... it involved her. Intimately.

The Moon Born and the Flame Sworn she understood well... she had only assumed that the vision of Frost would be the Ice Queen herself.

She couldn't be more wrong.

Oblivia had packed her bags and grown up fast. Gone was the tagger's way. Gone were the pigtails and lollipop suckles in candy revelations.

It was a new era, a bright new dawn of a Tribal Sun.

Seemed reasonable that her sister, Delilah, would be along for the ride... but no... Oblivia never expected the prophecies to involve her.

This was not the way it worked out.

Or so she thought.

Walking that long path that only she would know the way to as if it was painted out for her in blueprint creation... Oblivia headed to the Library of Dark Lore.

Albeit reluctantly.

The closer they got the more her flesh displayed the winter display of frost and snow masterpiece at her bronze and gold flesh.

It had nothing to do with Saga and everything to do with him.

One she had no desire to be connected to. Especially not in the way she saw...

The Library was hidden unless the archivists and scribes that lived within it would show the way, to hand out the cards that would show them all the way.

Oblivia needed no card.

She could find it.

Once even that Castle had painted itself across her flesh.

It was time... to make some connections.

Not her own... not all of them...

But some of them... were very much hers.

A woven tangled web she could not be freed of.

Her gaze shifted over to the one that walked at her side as she frowned within the mist and fog. All her life she had known, waited for that moment when she just would know. It hit her like a freight train and a severe moment of unwilling disapproval.


He was the one.

"Of course he is."

The tantric prose and holy revelations of her voice were drawn husky with disdain at his belittling of her gift.

She didn't dare look at him. It only would give her the nerve and impulse to request for him to put a shirt on.

He unsettled her.

Her fingers rubbed across her muscled definition of her abs, tips of fingers softly dancing across her navel and the tribal sun inked there.

Her hands shoved in a pocket to reveal something of an old habit.

Where Delilah had her smokes, Oblivia had her lollipops.

It helped her keep her focus.

"In the Garden."

Quiet.

The lolly was unwrapped and popped in her mouth, the sweet taste of cherry candy savored as her eyes slitted shut.

The thin glow of tribal suns blazed beneath her lashes even as she shivered.

His presence, his energy licked on her flesh and painted another winter landscape.

Frost kissed.

Her tongue rolled around the spherical temptation of cherry prime as she recalled the hours before.

Closer and Closer.

Low kept words.

The wish for knowledge.

To beg to know what she saw.

When he knew it well... knew so well already.

She was damned in his existence.

She held her own unease and unwilling way to not pass those gates.

It would change everything she could feel it.

Her fingers moved for a moment as the stick of that lolly cut to the corner of her mouth. Raw emotion in those eyes as she stared down those gates as if it was the gates of Heaven rather then the gates to the garden of Dark Lore.

In peripherals she saw the fog spill away from him like the sun had burst through. Leaving the tribal suns to blaze with an unimagined heat with an emotion she did not wish to name. So reluctant.

The sound, the seduction of notes in that growl left her still and she turned to look at him fully then.

Drinking in that marble white offering. The rush of cold that exuded around him.

It licked at her flesh. Painted the gold of her flesh in a glistening crystal shimmer as if the snowflakes and fresh fallen snow was melting at her skin.

Fear. Uncertainty. Hesitation. It near had her grabbing for his hand to seek a sudden comfort of the unknown.

Or worse... the known.

This could change everything.

Slowly the lolly was licked and lapped at, her tongue swirling in serpent's wisdom around it.

"What path he has chosen... it is not yours."

She still didn't know his name, but the words held the ring of truth.

Quiet tantric prose and holy revelations on her tongue. Marked now with a sweet taste of cherry that surely would cover the poison he probably believed her words had become.

Why did it matter. Why was it her concern.

Something twisted within her. A smolder dance of flame of those preludes and revelations.

For a moment she wished to turn back. To leave the moon born and the fire sworn to have their love.

The wrought path before her that those eyes of a prophet would know and see, would terrify her.

Her teeth shattered into the cherry candy. Devouring it as her words went low.

Facing her Damnation.

Her Fate.

Bound without choice.

"Let us go then..."

She watched him for a moment as she regarded the emotions that marked his expression and changed in his eyes. If only she had known that he was comparing her now to the succubi in his life as a demon she might have been a bit more irritated then what she was.

Well perhaps not so much irritated as uncertain as her eyes met his own. Defiant enough to not look away though her lips twisted in a sharp frown.

Oh she was questioning her own certainty at that moment. Even questioning her gift as she stared down at the spill of frost that was crawling down her shoulder.

In closer proximity now it seemed her own gift was awakening. Not the gift of the ways of the prophet but the gift of fire that her own sister so eagerly displayed.

Delilah's fire though was something wild and free, the true nature of the flame.

Oblivia's fire was something more sacred and pure. Near the personification of holy fire.

It did not burn her or blaze out but instead shone through her skin to paint it a glistening gold...leaving the imagery of sunlight casting its rays upon glaciers and freshly fallen snow.

The vision of such on her flesh took her breath away. It was beautiful.

Captivated in the imagery she tore her eyes away from the ice demon, frowning in a near sullen manner as she watched the colored tendrils of sunlight on glaciers near seem to move as wisps of icy fissures toward the demon.

Binding and tightening that claim. That symbolism.

Like a noose around her throat. Yet the more she struggled the more she was finding everything harder to resist.

This shouldn't have been this way.

Her attention though, whatever else she was going to say about the 'Brotherhood' or more so to focus on that expression on his face that left him looking so much less a demon and yet something... so much more to her.

It nearly softened the sullen look, nearly brought tenderness to those tribal suns before that which brought her attention before called out to her again.

The unmistakable sound of laughter as pure and beautiful as gentle chiming bells.

The unmistakable sound of Silverlana's voice in the Garden.

"Are you certain? You have come this far already."

Her words were cautious and careful in their choosing as she watched his eyes, his expression.

Watching more so how the power of that ice and ember turned energy of sunlight on glaciers seemed to wisp and quiver toward him.

Beckon, pull.

She shook her head as there was the sudden sensation of that claiming of prophecy.

There was no time to plead or beg for help.

Surely not from him.

There the Moon born and the Fire sworn.

Tangled in an embrace.

Intimate and sensual. Paired as lovers. Undeniable the knotwork and lattice of that which was true love.

The smoldering tribal suns of her eyes started to go black as the revelation shifted. Showed another pair in a lover's embrace.

Frozen embrace.

Eternal.

The dark shadows that crowded her inner sight spilled away to reveal a lick of raven, a tendril of silver. A kiss that would bind.

Faces...known.

"Oooh..."

Knees buckled beneath the prophetess as her eyes rolled back in that revelation and there on the ground she became limp as the revelation claimed its price on seeing what was to be.

She had expected that she would fall, that she would hit the ground and find her head hitting cold cobblestones and soft grass.

Instead she was caught before she could fall. Assumptions had been made that he would just let her fall. That his cold fury and hatred would leave her to hit the ground.

The vision had overwhelmed her. Oblivia save for the De Deso clan and her bond to them, was if anything a lone wolf. Only Delilah would be able to know the emotions and spirit of the Tribal Sun.

Groaning she stirred against cold marble, the smoldering of her flesh brushed its caress against him as she found she knew this comfort beyond her realization.

A promise.

Lips parted with a breathless moan as the tribal sun of her eyes flickered open. There was something of an awareness that she had been watched.

And now she found why as she saw the eyes of the demon on her.

"I..."

Falling silent all she could do was stare into the eyes of the one who Fate had chosen for her... and she had no choice but to accept it.

An unexpected word that came from his lips brought her to stare at him with uncertainty and wonder.

Yet the visions had never lied. Certainly they could be altered and shifted. Changed but never made to be with disproving of such offerings.

Her hand lifted in consideration of that moment, curling to the back of his neck to draw him down to her.

Fingers curled in the silvered mane of his hair as the heat of her lips found his own. Sealing with a near bruising intensity. A searching need to understand it all.

Beyond them in that garden the gentle laughter of the celestial being echoed again seeming to be a marked symbolism that perhaps a greater influence was to be found.

The kiss broken she smiled to him with a lift of brows.

"Should we go meet your brother?"

"And now you make jokes."

There was a low richness to her voice as the laughter escaped her, a different sound from the sweet peals of bell soft laughter coming from the garden.

Bemused in her own condition the prophetess managed to find her way to her feet as her eyes found those of the demon.

She certainly was so much different from the woman in the garden, and the gods easily could tell that while the demon brothers were very much alike, in other ways they were so much different.

It came like it was natural as she took his hand to lead him towards the Garden of Dark Lore.

"Things will change now I think..."