The Plan Continues

Elyria, 15th of Valyria, 542 ER(Continuation)

Leah alights gracefully, her destructive feat with the carriage met with awestruck gazes from onlookers. She transforms into her true form, a ravishing young maiden in her 20s, with a captivating beauty and a voluptuous figure that can enthrall any man, inspiring unbridled desire and admiration.

As a soft, crimson light envelops her, she dons a sultry gown, her allure intensified. Berdnack, oblivious to his own state, rushes to her side, his followers trailing behind, their faces filled with reverence and adoration. He kneels before her, pressing his lips to her shoes five times, as Leah gazes seductively at Ben, Luna, Abel, Cole, and the surviving members of the Detroit group, still reeling from Luna's earlier onslaught.

With a sultry smile, she surveys her surroundings, her raven hair, tinged with crimson, cascading down her back like a waterfall. As she notices Berdnack at her feet, she tilts her head back, her sigh a gentle whisper. She speaks, her hand gesturing imperiously as she pouts, her annoyance tinged with a hint of playful seduction, beckoning Berdnack to reveal the tale.

Berdnack, still enthralled by her charms, approaches her ear and whispers the account, Leah listening intently, her eyes never leaving her surroundings. She notices the Detroit members' lustful gazes and smirks, her attention then shifting to Ben, who regards her with a nonchalant air, unmoved by her allure.

Her pout deepens, and she strides towards him with a sultry gait, her hands covering her ample bosom as she speaks, her tone a mix of pride, authority, and seduction. Her eyebrows arch as she surveys Ben's handsome, athletic form, her gaze devouring him like a predator, her intentions clear: she wants to claim him, body and soul.

Leah: "So, you are the one responsible for this chaos? Hmmm (her voice drips with disdain) Mortal... Who do you think you are, daring to trifle with me?"

Her hand shoots out, accusingly pointing at Ben's chest. Luna, enraged by Leah's audacity, attempts to lunge at her, but halts, her eyes blazing with anger. She notices Ben's nonchalant gaze and posture, which seems to say, "There is no need for this."

Leah's hands flutter open, revealing two ornate, white hand fans adorned with seductive designs. The fans spring from her dress to her palms, and Ben watches, unmoved, as Leah takes a seductive step back. With a flick of her wrists, the fans unfold, covering her face with a swarm of sharp pins that shoot out in a staggering volume, leaving onlookers aghast.

Ben, the target of this assault, smirks, sighs, and gazes upward, about to utter an incantation. However, a hail of pins descends from above, colliding with Leah's projectiles, shattering them in mid-air. The impact unleashes a crimson smoke, accompanied by crackling sparks.

Leah, her face still veiled by the fan, withdraws it, revealing her features as she satisfies her curiosity. Her pout returns, her seductive gaze still evident, whether intentional or not.

Suddenly, the sky darkens as a fleet of winged steeds, resembling horned silhouettes, descends from above, landing gracefully on the ground. Demons, shrouded in black cloaks, dismount in pairs, encircling the group with an air of menace.

As the group struggles to comprehend the unfolding scene, a silver, mystical sphere floats into view, its surface adorned with intricate engravings. It lands softly, emitting a puff of white smoke that clears to reveal a woman draped in a crimson cloak, emblazoned with the insignia of the demon kingdom in black.

Her eyes gleam with an otherworldly intensity as she steps out of the silver mystical sphere, her very presence commanding respect and inspiring fear.