A library of Demonology

~Claudia never slept.Ever. So, when everyone else saw it fit so do so, she spent her time quietly in the library. It was dark and peaceful, the only light radiating from nearby candlesticks which rested upon heavy tables. She was standing on a ladder, leaning against the bookcase. In a blink, Claudia was sat down at the table with a new stack of necromancy books. Her eyes never strayed as she turned the dusty leather bound cover, then a page.~

=Damyn drifted into the room, aware of Claudia's presence, and giving the courtesy of making her aware of his. He says nothing, makes no sound, his black robes not rsutling with his movements. His hands are folded within his sleeves as he approaches, and one extends, slender, lithe fingers tracing the spines of the books in her pile.

"Good choices, little one. Perhaps when you are done with these morsels I will allow you to feast on true knowledge." His tone is the same ghost whisper, heard more in the mind than in the ears, echoing with multiple voices.

Drifting to the opposite site of the table, he gestures, moving a chair for him to sit in. Resting against the old worn seat, he folds his hands in front of him on the table, his face shadowed under the cowl of his robes. "You learn quickly. This is pleasing." His tone was neither flattery nor praise, simple fact. he was not an affectionate teacher. He was effective.

"I believe it is near time we moved your studies from the classroom and the lab, little one. What do you think?" The question was rhetorical. She was progressing at a pace that favored this overt step. He would teach her, though not all his secrets. He knew they saw him as a means to an end, and as such he equipped them with what he would, not with the depth they aspired to. Let them come into their own as he had. Still, he was no arrogant fool, to hoarde his talents. He was an artist, and this woman-child was gifted. He sensed though, that her art was not pure. He let his gaze linger on her along moment, knowing she would not be in the least disquieted or put ill at ease.

"You have learned to absorb the energy from spirits for your own. You have learned to use the spirits to spy, and to give up their secrets. You have excelled at these, and many other of the fundamentals of the art. Tomorrow, I shall show you the secrets of reanimation. Fauna, perhaps, with their weak wills and simple minds, do not cling so fiercely to their wordly remains. A humanoid corpse though? They are more stubborn. If you feel ready..." he let this hang as a sort of challenge, knowing she would accept. "...then tomorrow you shall learn to fight the battle that makes the art so feared among those who call themselves civilized. A fear born out of knowledge that even in death, our gift can caress them. It is born from ignorance."

Standing slowly, he folds his hands away again in his sleeves. "Tomorrow then, you shall meet me in the necropolis. Bring your brother and the priest as well." Turning, not awaiting a response, he drifts back into the shadows...=

~Although aware of Damyn's presence, she did not immediately look up from her Studies. His power radiated and she could sense his dark energy. When she did look up and give him a respectful nod, her eyes almost looked empty. Her expression was unreadable.

Instead her mind spoke to him, the voices of many, all soft and etheral. "Even the morsels hold true knowledge.." Her voice whispered matter of fact, her head turning from side to side, ebony curls falling across her shoulder.

He spoke of moving her up the ladder and this privately pleased her. Claudia desperately wanted to practice what she had learnt. However, he was gone before she could warrant a reply. Instead she returned her focus back to the books.