Listening with interest as the newcomer spoke about her magic, Medeia tilted her head, her purple orbs continuing to gaze at the gorgeous beauty before her. It was a curious magic and the angelic being had to admit that she did have some experience with souls herself. Before she had been forced to live in Earthland, she had done her fair share of soul transferring, deciding on who would ascend to Heaven and who would rot in Hell. Olga’s abilities piqued her curiosity and she certainly hoped that she would be able to see them for herself one day. Being able to summon the dead would be infinitely useful and rather fitting for Errings Rising.
What caused her to frown slightly was when the woman almost seemed to assume that she was going to be accepted. Oh yes, Medeia had planned on stamping her but it was her who would decide when, not Olga. The frown only lasted a moment but it might just be noticeable if the dark haired woman was observant enough. There was no change in Medeia’s tone but her gaze was perhaps a little less silky. “You need to be careful about making demands of me.” The angel said, taking a step foward and running a hand down Olga’s face. “It is I who chooses when and if I grant you the guild mark. We do not accept everyone and there have been many who have run away after just a few days here. As beautiful as you are, I have to delve just a little deeper.”
“Before I accept you into Errings Rising, I need to know that you are willing and able to do whatever is necessary to help achieve our goals. Make no mistake, every mage in this guild is a killer, capable of the most heinous acts. We have cannibals, psychopaths, raving lunatics who lurk within these halls. Are you prepared to affiliate yourself with such people? Are you willing to set your souls on an innocent person because they are in your way? If you wish to succeed here then you must be willing to do the unthinkable, only then will you gain the power that you crave…”
Performing a small feat of magic, Medeia would grow in height slightly so that she was eye to eye with the newcomer, her face inches from Olga’s. “Look me in the eye and tell me that you will maim for me, torture for me, kill for me. If you can do that without any hesitation then that will be enough but if I see any doubt then I will deny you.”