Mirana rode down the empty lane on Sagan’s back in a sour mood, the Priestess watching idly from Sagan’s back as they approached the meeting point, the source of her frustration. Mirana had been told that she had an important duty to fulfil, and that success would help the Radiant’s war effort greatly. She was going to have to become a partner to a defector from the Dire, an idea that disgusted the Priestess.

It was insulting to her honour, to have to chaperone some Dire turncoat and worst of all, Mirana did not know who it was! She had simply been told he was a defector and wished to join the Radiant, and they’d refused to answer any of her questions on the subject. Why they had chosen herself to initiate was beyond her, Mirana had much greater talents that could be put to work, and kowtowing to some cowardly turncoat was not one of them!

As Sagan rode up the steps towards the tower Mirana caught a glimpse of her target. He was a rider, clad in ragged robes and surrounded in a shroud of mist, clad in battered armoured plate and riding some sort of demonic horse. His helmeted head turned to face her, and from its hollow darkness two eyes peered out, staring deep into Mirana’s being. Abaddon. She felt instantly un-nerved by his presence, placing her hand on her bow as he approached her, wary of the dark nobles reputation.

“Good day to you fellow hero, I am most pleased to be your comrade Priestess”

Abaddon extended his right hand towards her, Mirana could detect no hint of deception in his tone, but she wasn’t so easily bought in by the rider’s manners, ignoring his gesture. Abaddon seemed slightly taken aback by her attitude, but Mirana wasn’t bothered by that, the sooner this was over the better;

“So, you are my new partner” she gave the strange horseman another look over, Abaddon doing the same to her. They weren’t far from each other, and Abaddon’s strange nature seemed even clearer. Eventually Mirana found herself fixated with Abaddon’s helmet, staring into the blackness of it, trying to find any features beneath the shadowy shroud;

“Something wrong, Priestess of the Moon?” He called, breaking Mirana’s transfixion after a few seconds. She shook her head before looking back at him; “No, but we should get going. Our patrol began a few minutes ago.”

Mirana spurred Sagan on, the great cat quickly moving past Abaddon and towards the jungle. She looked back to see Abaddon was already in pace with her.

***

Abaddon was not that confused by Mirana’s reaction, he had known that some of the Radiant would ether spite him or feel uncomfortable in his presence, he was quite aware of his unnatural state. She was unnerved, but he hoped to prove his loyalty to their cause, Abaddon rode up alongside Mirana;

“I understand you might not trust me Mirana due to my previous occupation, but I promise to you that my loyalty to the Radiant cause is firm.”

She scoffed at his claim; “Is that so Abaddon? Then tell me why you abandoned the Dire in the first place, since it appears to have convinced the others.”

Abaddon could hear her anger flare in her tone and soft features, she was quite beautiful;

“For the future of my House, Priestess. That comes before all.”

Mirana turned to face him, her feline mount slowing, Abaddon commanding his to do the same;

“And what if your house requires you to return Abaddon, what then? Be a coward and leave us like you did them? Or are you a coward who tries to hide behind their duty?”

He paused for a few seconds in clear frustration, looking away from a scowling Mirana before gazing back;

“How dare you claim I do such a thing? To claim I use my House to act as a coward!” He fumed in rage, pointing at her;

“What if your order called you to do such a thing? You have never had to make such a decision.”

Mirana’s eyes narrowed as she glared at him in anger; “What did you say?” She spat.

“What if your god commanded that you abandon the Radiant, and become loyal servants of the Dire ancient?”

He could see she was aghast, her face turning red with anger; “Watch your mouth cur, Selemene would never command me to do such a thing!”

Abaddon shook his head; “How can you know? And how would you feel? What if your order commanded you to leave the Radiant, Mirana, how would you cope with it?”

He leaned forward, coming face to face with her; “Are you too a coward who hides behind duty?”

She snarled, balling up her right hand into a fist and punching the side of his helm; “Do not dare compare me to yourself turncoat!”

Abaddon was quick to recover, if only slightly dazed;

“You are only upset because I am right, Priestess”

Mirana tried to avoid his ghastly gaze, but Abaddon could see how distraught she had become, and a tang of pity filled him. His anger subsided, and Abaddon reached out, placing his hand on her shoulder, but Mirana pushed him off. Bar her bowed head, Mirana returned to her upright position, her features hidden to Abaddon as her hair spilled over them. Silently Abaddon cursed himself for his foolishness.

***

They had rode together for an hour now, the setting sun casting a dim light onto the pair. Mirana glanced back at her silent companion, she was still enraged at his comment. To try and compare their duties, to try and act like they were similar, it enraged her but she still felt some regret;

“Abaddon” she broke their silence, Abaddon slowly turning his gaze towards her, Mirana watching as ethereal eyes were laid on her; “I apologise for earlier, but I must know in full, why you decided to leave the Dire, what was it that changed.”

He paused for a few seconds, Mirana watching as he contemplated his answer;

“Well, you were somewhat right the first time Priestess, I changed sides because the Dire were losing.”

"Is that all there is, Abaddon? You left because they you losing?”

He nodded; “Well, as I had said, the threat to my House. Dare we be under the servitude of the Dire when the war ends, my ancestral home would be brought to ruin, exterminated by the victor in order to assure the defeated might not rise again. My duty is to defend, and it will always be to defend.”

Mirana was silent for a bit; “We would not have harmed your home Abadd-“

“How can you know what your allies might off planned? Once the Dire was gone, what is the plan? The Dire promised us control of the known realm, what did the Radiant promise you?”

“Safety, safety of our Order for me and Luna, and the others were drawn by promise of reward or a sense of duty, some out of rivalry.”

Abaddon nodded; “We are both bound by an important duty, are we not? To protect our peoples and our homes, do you not see Priestess? You and I, we are not so different.”

Mirana looked down onto the back of Sagan’s head, sighing in response to Abaddon’s comments;

“Abaddon, you are not a coward, I should not have been so harsh, but I was not in the best of moods with the knowledge I would have to partners with a former member of the Dire.”

He nodded in agreement; “It is not difficult to understand, Priestess” he extended a hand towards Mirana; “I should have not been so bold earlier, to insult your god. I am sorry for that.”

She returned his gesture, shaking Abaddon’s hand; “Thank you, Lord of Avernus” Smiling back at him, her face slightly flushed as she held his hand tightly; “Shouldn’t we return to the fortress, it’s getting quite dark” he spoke, but his voice quieted down as Mirana placed her free hand against the side of his helmet;

“I want to show you something, Abaddon.”

***

Mirana had led Abaddon deep into the Radiant’s forest, leaving the dirt paths into mass of hidden ways, many seeming to snake their way through trees and tight forest gaps. As always, she was much more graceful in her movements, Mirana and her mount acting in unison while Abaddon had a habit of trailing behind as he forced his way through the forest.

Eventually, Mirana brought Abaddon into a small clearing, surrounded by thick forest and a wall of stone and earth, a shallow pool forming on the far side of the place. Near the entrance, Mirana dismounted, and gestured for himself to do the same leaving their mounts to rest while Abaddon explored the small place. He gazed up into the small opening at the top of the clearing, and could see the night sky;

“Mirana, should we not have returned to the Radiant some time ago…” But as she came up alongside him, the worry in voice began to fade;

“We shouldn’t be too long, I just wanted to show you this place, sometimes I come here to think, to contemplate. There are many hidden places in the forest, but no one else has found this.”

“It is quite quaint, almost beautiful in a way Priestess.” Abaddon felt Mirana place her hand on his shoulder, moving him in front of her so that they were face to face; “Do you like me, Abaddon?”

He was taken aback by the suddenness of her question, pausing as he gazed over her face, she seemed desperate for the answer, and he could see it in her eyes; “I think you are fascinating, my dear, more so than any other I have ever known.” She had both of her hands on his shoulders, gazing into the hollowness of his helmet;

“Am, I beautiful, Abaddon?” She presented herself to him, and Abaddon hungrily gazed over her body, her tightly fitting armour and clothing revealing soft toned flesh, her shoulder hair chestnut brown, her curvy form. She was like a goddess to the Lord of Avernus, and he found his hands on her sides, the two inches away from each other. He was transfixed;

“You are amazing, Priestess”

She blushed, her face turning scarlet, a smirk painted on her features. Holding onto him for support, Mirana pushed up against him, pressing her head against the side of his helmet and whispering to him; “I want you.”

He nodded; “I want you too.”

She stepped back, taking her hands off Abaddon, while he took his own off her delightful form. Her voice became sultry as she spoke again, filled with anticipation for what was to come; “Turn around.”

Abaddon stroked her features one last time before turning away, guided into facing a wall by Mirana. He waited there for what to him became an eternity, longing for her comfort; “Abaddon”

He turned, finding Mirana had disrobed. Her top half was bare, revealing her ample breasts and toned stomach, muscular arms at her sides to allow Abaddon full view. All that she now wore was her skirt, but he could still see her slender legs. She was young, full of energy and vigour, while his body had become withered and aged from his service to the Font and his House. He was silent as he gazed over her, the Priestess advancing on him. She stood before him as she had before, Abaddon placing his hands on her bare shoulders;

“Why do you want me? I am nothing compared with your beauty Priestess, why do you seek this with me?”

She simply smiled and placed her hands onto his chest plate; “You said it yourself, you and I are alike.”

***

Mirana pushed up against Abaddon once again, her soft firm form was a great contrast to the Lord of Avernus’s croaked, shrouded guise. Pushing him onto his back, Mirana was laid on top of him, the two scrambling together in an attempt to remove his armour. She pulled away his stomach plate and robes, before Mirana finally got to his cod piece, pulling it free and revealing the tent beneath it. Quickly she removed his trousers and pants, his erect penis springing free.

She moved towards it, her lips touching the head before she took it into her mouth. Mirana could feel Abaddon’s hand on the back of her head, holding her gently in place as she began to suck, listening to Abaddon moaning in response to her movements. His hips buckled into response, moving in some vague rhythm with Mirana’s head. She could taste him, the scent of the Noble making her almost dizzy, and his musk driving her on. He was trembling, she was pushing him closer. A faint voice reached her ears as he came, a hiss escaping Abaddon’s helm; “Yes…”

He climaxed, and Mirana swallowed what she could, pulling away as he came into her mouth and across her face, some hitting her hair and marking her crown. She looked back onto Abaddon, whose chest heaved up and down, and he was already becoming erect as he caught sight of her;

“You are eager, aren’t you” she teased, watching as Abaddon sat up and took hold of her, pulling her up against his chest and into a better position for what they both knew was to come. Once again on top of him, Mirana moved herself in line with Abaddon’s penis, gazing into the Lord’s eyes as they began. She at first felt the tip pressing against her slit, before he pushed forward, Mirana gasping as he entered her, moaning in pleasure as he began to rock himself and her together.

The sex they had was frantic, almost like that of what animals had. Abaddon threw himself against her, still careful not to hurt his love, while Mirana rode him wildly, almost bounding up and down on his shaft. She loved every second of it, her mind filled by feelings of pleasure, swimming in delight as Abaddon fucked her widely. They were clumsy and awkward together, they lacked grace, driven by a fanatical passion. They both pulled close to each other as they reached their ends, their moans blending into a chorus of pleasure. They fell against each other in the aftermath, Mirana remembering how quick they had been to begin as she felt her naked form pressed against Abaddon’s still partially armoured body, before they began again.

He was laid down now, Mirana crying out as she kept on riding him, screaming in delight as she pushed herself over the edge again, listening to Abaddon’s own moans of pleasure intently. She had no idea of how long they went on for, before Mirana collapsed on top of Abaddon, sinking into his embrace.

***