In the land of the death mages

The delegation entered the sinister realm of the death mage's high tower. It was almost as prestigious as that of the life mages. It was a place where darkness and beauty intertwined. The ceremonial hall is bathed in perpetual twilight, with imposing sculptures and walls adorned with morbid tapestries depicting skeletal forms recounting the hundred years of war and Devorak's union with Lucia. The air inside is heavy, filled with the smell of ancient tombs, as if the spirits of the dead had been buried forever. In the centre of the room stands the hideous ceremonial altar, made of bones and skulls and fashioned by ghostly hands. At the far end is the iron throne of bones. It exudes a sinister force. The coronation was to start at midnight exactly. There were still a few hours left. The heads of the delegation were invited inside to eat and drink. It was an excuse to talk politics. Children and others are invited into the gardens and mazes to get to know each other.

The death mages and the life mages, as if following a written script, began to mix like business partners looking for a deal. Others engaged in flirtatious conversations. Reagan felt out of place. This feeling was aggravated by the look of disgust that the Malvolius were giving her. It was something she had no desire to indulge in any longer. Reagan then began to work her way through the labyrinth on her own.

The death magician's labyrinth is a place where darkness reigns and shadows intertwine with a sinister laugh. The thorny vines, black as night, entwine and crawl alongside white roses, creating walls that reveal a dance of life and death.

At the top of the maze, where darkness and light meet, stands a blonde girl, her hair, a cascade of golden strands kissed by the sun's embrace, cascading down her shoulders with ethereal grace. Reagan knew she had seen those curves before. It was that girl. She stood by the fountain, her purple eyes gazing into the distance as if she were a guardian, a nymph, forever yearning for more.

Reagan approached and said boldly, "That's rather imprudent. We meet again." The girl turned and said in surprise, "You again? How did you..." She stopped suddenly and looked Reagan up and down. She seemed to be blushing, but wiped the look from her face. Taking advantage of her moment of weakness, Reagan walked over to her, grabbed her wrist and said flirtatiously, "You're not getting away this time. Tell me your name." She whispered back: "Annabella De La Croix". Reagan replied, a little frightened: "Of De La Croix, like the current head of the Ambrosieus. Annabella tilted her head and said banteringly: "You are indeed the reckless one, Death mage. You remember our meeting. That can only mean one thing... You have magic. Most stones don't have magic... impressive." As she spoke, Reagan's eyes were fixed on her lips, eager to meet them again. Then she snapped back to reality when Annabella took her wrist away and asked, "Who are your grandparents? This time, tell me the truth". Reagan sat down on the bench and said: "I was born to a weak member of a powerful family from the Malvolius clan. They got rid of me because weakness breeds more weakness. They couldn't take the risk. George Winstor heard about it and took me in before any harm could come to me. She seemed genuinely sympathetic to Reagan as she sat down next to her and held her hand.

Reagan smiled and licked his lips as he held her soft hand in his: "You're a real mystery. You tease me and push me away when you're done with me. But... this is the first time I've seen a sincere expression on your face." Annabella got up and walked away, annoyed. Reagan hugged her from behind, holding her wrists, and said: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that I'm not ...sure.... how to deal with you... You fascinate me". Annabella turned to face Reagan and, raising an eyebrow, she said to her coldly: "Why are you fascinated by me? Is it my body you want? ...Well, you can't have it. It's not even mine to do with as I please".

Saying this, Reagan, irritated at the idea that she might belong to someone else, kissed her passionately, exploring her body thoroughly, feeling her young breasts and grabbing her ass, causing Annabella to moan loudly and gasp, which excited Reagan even more.

Annabella tried to push her away, but Reagan, already lost in the kiss, moaned softly as she wrapped her powerful arms around Annabella's small waist, pressing her hard against her body.

Reagan broke the kiss and smiled, stroking her cheek as she said, "My fault...I totally lack self-control". Annabella brought Reagan's hand to her cheek and said as she kissed her palm, "You're not bad for a death mage." Reagan laughed as what little control she had over herself collapsed and her trousers began to feel tight between her legs. Reagan was about to kiss her again when they heard someone calling Annabella's name and coming towards them. Annabella pushed Reagan into the water and used her water spell to make her transparent.

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