She laid there, in a bed of what appeared to be cloudy and black; a smoke-like substance. It trailed off the edge of her blackened bed in slow and careless waves. It was a soothing sight, to watch the darkness roll off like inky mist, while shadows danced at her bedside. The bed was a soft mass. It caressed her edges in a pleasant embrace. Her golden and black colored eyes were set closed as she listened to the gentle hiss of the darkness around her. It soothed her uneasiness.
Corvus's relaxation was cut short by an audible, but quiet whistle. She slowly opened her eyes to find a pair of yellow and bright ones staring at her. A vague form of a man was shaped before her, structured by darkness.
The general bowed before her and with a gravelly and husky voice he uttered, "My Goddess."
Corvus steadily sat up, "I know." Her voice was like that of honey and silk, pleasant with a strange and subtle monotone nature. She looked the other creature in the eyes. Her face void of expression, one might find it difficult to read what her mind may be thinking in that moment. She could feel the other shift uncomfortably. Basil was a good soldier but his obvious feelings for her disrupted their professional relationship.
Corvus floated silently from the bed and touched her bare feet to the wooden flooring. It was cold beneath her feet, and the wood had a Macassar-ebony appearance.
She now stood at the left side of her bed, a simple five feet and seven inches is where she stood before the soul known as Basil, who in turn stood before her at six feet and four inches.
"What would you have me do?" Basil responded.
"Watch him," Corvus spoke without a hint of hesitation.
"Very well, My Goddess." And Basil had vanished in a wisp of black smoke.
Standing alone, Corvus could feel agitation creeping up her spine. She did not take kindly to others trespassing in her territory, especially this one. She was oddly territorial unless of course, the God of Death waltzed into her area. She welcomed him... but he never graced her with his presence. It had been decades since he had. Her eyes shifted to her hand at the thought of him. She loved him. She loved him as a daughter would love her father. She wondered if he had ever felt she was a daughter - someone to protect and love and give guidance to. In the beginning, it had felt that way.
Corvus bit her lower lip lightly and moved to the entrance of her bedroom. She commanded the darkness around her to open the door with a wave of her hand. Outside of her chambers was an empty and gothic hallway. It was quite dull - only red and black seemed to decorate the place with unseemly placed red roses here and there. The castle she resided had many twists and turns that a myriad of visitors deemed confusing and undesirable.
She came to an abrupt stop at an enormous set of double doors. With a wave of her hand, shadows crept and opened it slowly. As soon as they were opened just enough, Corvus slipped inside and continued her float onward to the throne at the end of the room. The throne room was vast and aged - musky and strangely refreshing. Her toes barely touched the smooth, obsidian-like rock beneath her.
She glanced over one side of the walkway, down below she could see a small portion of the Lake of Solace and Disharmony. The blackness grabbed for her feet as she floated by. The lake itself seemed to have a mind of its own, for it adored its monarch. Corvus smiled warmly and let the lake brush against her as she continued onward. There were various places that the lake seeped in through the castle - the throne room being one of them.
Corvus glided up the steps and took a seat at the throne, a blanket of darkness softening the spot. She was rather delicate.
She rested there for a moment before Basil came before her once again.
"He wishes to see you, My Goddess."
Corvus's expression shifted to that of annoyance as her brows furrowed. She considered for a moment before replying with, "He's dangerous." Her anxiety was beginning to pick up. Although his presence from the very moment he entered Daedera had been immensely unnerving, she hadn't been worried. She assumed he would have moved on... but now he was here, wanting to see her.
Basil did not respond, he knew when and when not to speak. This was not the moment to voice concerns when the Goddess of Shadow and Darkness already knew what they were up against.
"Fine," The Goddess responded, "let him come forth."