The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

Kuronue bows back, then straightens, a determined look in her eye. She turns her back on Jass, then, and stares up at the heavens, taking a deep breath, letting it out. 

"Vojopotencokuŝasenvenĝoprenitapostmalfelicxo!" she shouts to the heavens, and there's a pregnant pause, a sense of something listening. She bows, low to the ground. "Greetings, and reverence! Please aid me in my quest."

She turns slightly, as if addressing another person, and shouts again: "Dark VojoPotenco! Please bless me and my family, your descendants, in my quest."

Then she turns again, looking straight up into the rain, letting it drip into her eyes. "Dark Zanon!" She pulls out a knife and slits across her palm, in the meat of her thumb, letting the blood fall. "Let this blood bind me, let this offering suffice. I demand your aid, as your descendant, your own blood! My ambition is to become strong enough to protect my family from any and all comers, to regain the strength and potential that my blood once bore. I will exercise my body, hone my skills, but I demand your aid in reaching this ambition, as the daughter of your child, as your dedicated disciple! Give me the strength I crave! Make me strong, no matter the cost!"

Lightning flashes, and for a moment the world is too bright to see anything. There's a scream, a crackle, the scent of ozone heavy in the air. He is blinded, he is deafened, and then slowly his vision begins to clear. 

Kuronue lays crumpled on the rooftop, the scent of charred flesh in the air around her. 

[Jassinth]

I don't have any healing left! It's not an entirely helpful thought, past the first time. It should have just hit and then flowed onward, moving his thinking towards the next idea, the next step of a plan. Instead, Jassinth locks up, his mind stalling out as he takes a few staggering steps towards what he's deeply afraid is a corpse. 

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

There's a weak, hesitant cough, and then the figure picks itself up onto all fours, hacking and coughing. Her clothes have burned off, allowing him to see the changes to her body clearly: there's a lightning scar down her back, branching like a bolt from the blue; her fingernails are twisted into claws, her teeth are prominent fangs, and as she opens her eyes, they are deep red shot through with black, extraplanar and alien. But she lives. 

And, after a moment, she stands. 

[Jassinth]

"Lady Higurashi?" Jass asks, not even caring that his voice is higher pitched than normal. 

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

She looks at him for a moment like she doesn't recognise him, and there's something deeply hungry in those red eyes of hers. Then she blinks, and it passes, her face arranging itself into a smooth, placid mask. "Jassinth. Yes. I am... I am alright."

[Jassinth]

"Really? Because you struck by lightning. From the sky."

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

"And yet I feel... well, there is pain, but it is... distant. I feel more energized than before. More... myself."

[Jassinth]

"Yourself meaning struck by lightning," Jass points out, really wanting to make sure she's aware of this.

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

She gives a faint, crooked smile, her eyes fading from red back to their original violet. "Heh. No kidding, kid." 

[Jassinth]

That gets a pout, one that shows off a rather fetching dimple. "I'm twenty-nine," he protests, "I can't be more than a decade or so younger than you."

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

"I'm old enough to be your mother," she points out. 

[Jassinth]

"My mother is a hundred and forty," Jass replies with a flash of a smile. "And neither of you are anything but the beauty of deep spring."

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

"My daughters are thirty, so I'm old enough to be your mother, kiddo." 

[Jassinth]

"Perhaps," Jass says with a shrug. "But being a mother takes none of your beauty nor grace, I assure you." Probably crosses into crass to mention my first lover was a several thousand year old. Or that the next two were at least a hundred. A contemplative look suddenly crosses Jassinth's face. Do I have a type? I think I have a type. Huh.

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

She makes a bit of a face. "Flattery ill-suits you. Anyway. I could use a stiff drink, what do you say?"