Raising Death (for Aleria)

[Ashley]

Alexis Silenzio Morte passed through the fell shadows of the moonless night, striding effortlessly through the mountainous terrain, thankfully. He'd had just about enough of chasing this wretched warlock. He had been assigned to claim a soul that was long passed due to be collected. He had been punished for his repeated failures, harshly at times, but even that didn't really bother him. What made him irritated was that he still. had. to hunt. that stupid. warlock.

Dressed in a cloak of the darkest silk lined withe elegant blue designs, over a very frilly white dress shirt which was tied with a crimson ribbon, his black boots stepped from shadow to shadow his tight leather panties leaving very little to the imagination. His hood covered his head of medium lengthed black hair from the starry light overhead, a long ornate staff held in his black gloved hands. As he walked his eyes were closed, and yet the moved as if perfectly able to see.

Deep into the mountains he searched, keeping his eyes closed the entire time, searching for the warlocks' unique aura. Finally as he stepped over to the edge of a cliff, he saw it, a well hidden, very secluded little fortress. At last his search was an an and. Wings of ethereal black light spread from the back of his cloak as he casually hopped off the edge and glided down towards the keep, effortlessly landing on a balcony and casting his eyeless gaze in through a pair of glass doors.

He sank as if into a pool into the darkness underfoot, emerging from another shadow inside. He began his search silent as the death he planned to deliver for the bane of his existence, that cursed dark mage. When finally he happened upon the aura that he'd been drawn two, his eyes slowly opened, revealing unnatural irises and pupils. The former of which seemed to release a dark lavender light in the form of steamy mist that faded soon after it left his eyes.

"Maliardo Andre Vittorio." Alexis glared with those eyes that were nothing short of some sort of terrifying arcana, "It is time. I grow weary of this game, and I'm prepared for every last one of your tricks this time. There is no escape for you. You've taken a lot of extra time, but now your sands are all but run. Please, please just come quietly. You cannot fathom how weary I am of your antics."

[Aleria]

Maliardo Andre Vittorio was skilled and powerful warlock. His abilities had been passed on through generations of powerful witches and warlocks. He was pure blooded warlock too. He had a fun little rivalry one could say with Alexis. He had been cheating death for quite some time now, feeling that he still had much time left on this world. In fact he was one of the few who could stand to be near Alexis and not have his life-force drained from him. He was assumed at Alexis almost; at the lengths he would go to hunt him down. How far he would go just to assure he end his time.

He himself showed very few signs of aging, despite being around for possibly centuries or more. His hair was medium length and was deep-dark-navy-blue. With just faint trances and undertones of silver. His eyes were a ocean blue; the purest possible. Many have gotten lost in his eyes. His robes were the robes of his clan and his family. Black and gold robes of silk, with crest embrodied on the upper right chest. Beneath the robes he dawned a simple black khaki dress shirt; and dark dress pants. Alongside with a black boots. Night though he felt a different presence in the area. Ah...it was him again. He smiled bit, he thinks he found the prefect way lengthen his time.

Maliardo was remaining calm as he continued to write in his journal. Alexis's presence was growing closer and closer to him. He could feel death knocking on his door and felt that ever familiar presence. "Hello, again, Alexis. I'm afraid I'm not leaving this time either. But it looks like neither one of us is going to get what we want...Oh wait, I will though."

A cold laugh escaped his lips and he chuckle. "Come quietly with you, really Alexis have I ever came with you quietly?" The skilled warlock grabbed his silver secptre beside him and aimed at Alexis before the boy could even say a word this spell was said, "Cosmic Reversal!"

There was a beam bright amethyst flash; a blinding flash. The sands of time for Alexis had been swapped and he was now regressing into that a small boy. When the light and mist faded away, Alexis would see his clothes were too bagging for him and his wings were much smaller, and of course Maliardo towering over him. "I do believe this one little Alexis." He chuckled at patted the little one on the head.

[Ashley]

The casually friendly greeting does nothing to sway the icy cold expression currently upon Alexis' face. In fact, he's hardly in a mood to suffer the fool. He briskly starts towards Maliardo as he speaks, lifting up his staff as if meaning to swipe it. A blade if pure amaranthine light weaves into an elegantly ornate scythe blade bursts forth from the side of the top, as he prepares to claim the soul he'd sought with one fell sweep.

Things did not go as planned, however, as the beam of light could not be outrun, even by death. His balance is thrown off as he stumbles for some reason. He feels himself go through a transformation, though from his vantage point everything else morphs. As he pauses his charge and tries to observe what happens he finds his staff grew much heavier, to the point of which he had to balance it on his shoulder to keep it up. His clothing grow large- infact, his pants fall right off! Thankfully, his nice big frilly dress shirt covers him. the next thing he knows his cloak is covering him like a blanket, which he has to toss off as soon as he can.

Everything around him is bigger, but not by so much... It hardly seemed worth the effort to cast such a minimal spell. He shrugs; he doesn't care. He's getting Maliardo one way or another!" He picks up his staff and- whoah...! He stumbles as he holds it overhead. Was a weight on it now? He looks back at the tip, only to see the blade he crafted of his own dark arcana which has... shrunk?!

Finally the pieces fall into place. he looks down at himself, and speaks in a considerably higher pitch voice, "What in the nine hells have you done to me?!" He already had a very young, womanly visage, with the sort of voice that matched. Now he was like a little girl. His hair now draped down to the middle of his shoulders, in his face.

He glared insidious hate at Maliardo, "This... this time you've gone too far!" He pulls his staff up- with a great deal of effort- and attempts to slam down! Of course, he is considerably weaker now, and slower as well. Even an average mortal could catch the staff and pull it away. This day had gone from bad for far far worse.

[Aleria]

Maliardo smiled at the shrunken little Alexis, he was adorable in only his dress shirt. He just wanted to pick him up and hug him! So cute~ He honestly couldn't take Alexis serious. He was small and trying to be serious! "What have I done? Oh I only turned you into a small boy. It'll buy me some time to stay here on this world. Plus, I think this a good look for you." He ruffled his hear and chuckled.

The warlock watched as Alexis nearly fell over with his staff. He waltzed over to him and gently grabbed the staff; easily taking it from the little death. "Ah~ Ah~" He wagged his finger, "Your staff is much to heavy for you now, and you can't properly wield this in this form. So, honey~" He held the staff and walked over to tall shelf that Alexis would have stand upon several things to reach, and if he did that! He might fall and hurt himself. Maliadro placed Alexis's staff on the highest shelf. "You won't be getting that back for awhile" He dusted himself off and patted Alexis on the head.

"Ah don't look like that, hon." He teased and kneel down to kiss his forehead. "You'll be like that for a bit, until I decide to break the spell. Remember you are child now and if misbehave like one, then I'll have to punish you like one. Do I make myself clear?" He smiled gave a soft pat to his butt. "Now, I suppose we should get cleaned up and dressed better. You'll be growing up all over again, Alexis Silenzio Morte from the looks of it." He reached down to lift the small boy up in his arms.

[Ashley]

"Death help me, Maliardo, if you don't undo this magic right now I'll drag you to the innermost chambers of Dis myself!" He growled as his staff was taken hold of, and easily yanked from his hands. "Wh-HEY!" in a most childish tantrum he jumped after Maliardo as he held the staff high and went to place it somewhere high up.

He- he dared to shake his finger at Alexis! AT DEATH! The black haired boy was far more ancient than this this MORTAL, and he was... he dared to take to a reaper like that! Glaring daggers at Maliardo, he stormed over to the object housing his staff and was about to climb, when he heard that bit about punishment. Such audacity, Alexis had never experienced in all his years in service to the Raven Queen.

Alright, this mortal forgot whom he was dealing with. Alexis stepped back and closed his eyes, cutting off that amethyst glow from sight. Black light spread from his back, trying to form wings, but the best result that came was half the size of the wings that had brought him here, proportionately. They flapped and beat and made an aweful gust in the room, but the best he could manage before falling back to the ground was a foot, maybe two off the ground. His lessened magic was all but useless.

[Aleria]

"I'm not undoing this magic, and I certainly won't be undoing it if keep acting like a brat." Maliardo swatted the little's death butt once when he growled at him. "Now, don't you go growling at me either. I'm you're care-taker now, little one." Maliardo watched Alexis storm over and attempt to retrieve his staff back. He scoffed a bit and was curious about what Alexis would do.

Slowly...his smirk began to turn into a frown. He was trying to fly and his gust from the wings was.....wrecking his home! How dare he! He watched pictures fall and frames fall, vases break, what a naughty boy! Alexis was wrecking havoc. When the by landed back down on the ground, Maliardo went over to him and picked up by his waist, tucking the small framed boy under his arm.

"What a naughty thing for you to do, create a gust in my home and almost destroy it!" Mali upturned a chair and sat down upon it. Draping the little death over his knee. Alexis's butt was now upturned, and his dress shirt was pushed up. "I told you if you if behaved like a brat. You'll be spanked as such." Mali raised his hand high and brought down upon those tiny boyish cheeks. Yes, Alexis was going to be spanked like a child.

[Ashley]

The first slap makes him jump, and GLARE at his so called "care taker". He grumbled and complained the whole time, griping under his breath "You are going to hell for this beyond a shadow of a doubt, warlock."

After his attempted fly, he's glad he's trashed the place. He even smirks a little... untill he's grabbed, "Wh-wha no hey stop!" helplessly he kicks and flails, blushing bright red already "N-no! You will set me down immediately! I wouldn't have destroyed it if you hadn't have placed this awful hex on me! It's your own fault!"

In his mind he was absolutely right. If this stupid warlock would just let himself be taken, none of this would have happened! He had already been punished greatly for his failures in capturing this warlock, but this was too much! He preferred the most severe discipline he'd even gotten in the court of the Raven Queen to being stripped of his power and forced to bow to someone he had hunted and honestly HATED for so long.

He finds himself over Maliardo's lap, his shirt pushed up to expose his perfect little bottom, and he reached his hands back to protect himself, "N-No! You will not spank me like some sort of child! I won't let y- OW!" The first swat landed, making him yelp loudly. For an agent of death, his tolerance for pain seemed awfully low...

[Aleria]

The warlock thought it was terribly cute that Alexis was still threatening him. In such a small form he honestly couldn't take it seriously. Although he knew given the chance he knew, Alexis would try to kill him. Maliardo will have to keep a close eye on the boy.

"Honestly, Alexis you're in no position to tell me what and what I cannot do. For all things considered now, you're a small little boy, who has done something very naugthy; therefore you must punished, little one." When Alexis brought back his hands to cover his bottom, Mali grabbed his hands and pinned the small of his back. Knowing that small-framed child might try to kick and buck, he pinned Alexis's legs between his. Meaning, this sucked for Alexis, he would be staring at the floor while his ass was being lit on fire.

"Shouldn't make his so hard on yourself, or I'm going to worsen this punishment for you. Now, hon. I do expect and apology from your misbehavior" and the spanking began. Maliardo brought his hand in a rhythmic pattern peppering that naughty butt with crisp stinging swats. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh echo'd throughout the room. Maliardo wasn't missing a beat and pale flesh was starting to turn colors from his hand.

After about twenty swats with his hand; but letting the boy up; Maliardo asked, "Are you ready to apologize, Alexis? Apologize for trashing my home?"

[Ashley]

"Stop this at once! I'll not suffer this indignity at the hands of a man to cowardly to face his mortality!" Alexis growled full of rage, kicking his legs even as his legs were pinned between his captor's. With his tiny wrists easily held with one of Maliardo's hands, Alexis was now completely helpless. The amaranthine light in his eyes was no longer a gentle flow, but a bright light, so much so that the focus of his gaze held twin spots of purple light. This 'little death' was FURIOUS.

The spanking did little to help this. Presenting an adorably perfect target over the mage's knee, his dress shirt fell over his head a little as the slaps began. One after another they fell to his exposed flesh. This could not have been any more humiliating! And as if there needed to be salt in the wound, he was expected to apologize?! So often he thought he could not hate these mortal any more than he already did; today he had been continually proven wrong, time and time again.

When finally the beating stop, Alexis was in tears, but still not nearly so sore that he lamented any damage he did to Malardio or his possessions in any way shape or form! He shook his head insistently from one side to the other in a somewhat childish gesture, "No! I'm not sorry at all! When I see you locked in the inferno, you'll WISH you had such trivial things to be concerned over!"

[Aleria]

Maliardo was going to have teach Alexis a lesson in humility it seems. The boy needed to be a lot more humble, and he might a lot more sorer too. Mali rubbed the boy's butt softly and tapped it a few times. "Alexis~ Honey, that attitude is not going anywhere, but more frequent trips over my knee." He gave another crisp smack too his behind. "But it seems though you are not truly sorry, so I'll have punish you a bit more." He sighed.

The warlock used the hand that was smacking Alexis's cute butt; to summon a hairbrush. A nice cherry wood hairbrush. The cold wood was soon tapping an pre-warmed backside for it. "Now, Alexis I was going to let you guess what this is, but I'm sure you know. So, this going to be your hairbrush and anytime you misbehave it's going to be spanking your naughty butt." With that said Mali raised the dreaded brush and down on Alexis's butt twice.

"If you apologize to me, Alexis and truly mean it, this spanking will be over, but you will have some corner time." Though the boy was crying and he thought it was adorable, he gave up now Alexis would -never- listen too him. The brush cracked against his flesh the sound of a well, a sound a spanking was filling the room. Mali was making no signs of stopping the fire being lit on Alexis's behind.