Jack sauntered along the black marble floor of the halls. White streaks resembling lightning streaked through the inky floors. Lit torches brightened the colossal hall, turning it from a pitch-black void to a haunted manor.
Above the waist he was normal by human standards. Cottony hair; stretched and twisted into box braids, tickling the middle of his spine. A lean, sculpted frame, with coppery brown skin. Amber rings coloring his pupils.
Below the waist, Jack resembled an animal of some sort. Complete with sharp talons that clicked along with his saunter. His fur was as inky and dark as the hallway, almost as if what little light was absorbed into his pelt. A fluffy tail that reached that grazed the floor swayed behind him as he strode, keeping his equilibrium.
He reached a Herculean set of doors with two braziers on both sides, pinkish reddish flames lighting the entrance.
Seeing the entrance, he pushed his chest outwards and his shoulders back. A way to fake confidence until his mind caught up with his act. After a long intake of air, he stepped towards the morbid entrance.
The doors opened with screeching creak. Stepping through, Jack felt the sting of a cold gust. What awaited him was a sight that turned his normal chest beats to rhythmic thunder.
His act started crumbling when he saw who awaited him. An empty room with a sole black throne with a woman lounging on it.
The first words that came to mind for Jack were 'warrior-goddess'.
She was the embodiment of strength and power. A pair of ripped, black jean shorts demonstrated powerful legs with espresso skin stretched tightly over powerful, corded muscle that shifted with only little movement. A white, long tank top draped over her trunk; revealing swollen, lean muscle.
Jack's bravado fully deflated seeing the warrior's body. His head was filled with thoughts of how she had substantial muscularity with barely any fat to her frame. Or what her workout regimen was that didn't kill her. Or what kind of animals were killed and cooked that had enough protein to feed her muscles.
His thoughts were interrupted by the woman's eyes snapping to his. A fixed, hawkish stare rooted him in place. Her pupils were a bright candy red that was the only light source in the room besides torches of pinkish red flames along the walls.
For a while she gazed into his soul, feeding off his fear. And she seemed to have a never-ending appetite for it.
"You'd," her voice was deep and husky, with her tone being snappy and sharp, "walk into a Lady's House and not greet her appropriately?"
Jack's animal ears perked towards the ceiling the second she her ended her address, and he dropped to one knee. He ignored the uncomfortable sensation of it. A product of his non-human bottom half not being suited for human locomotion.
"Lady Valentine, Man-Eater, Lady of Fire, Goddess of War," Jack addressed in a shaky voice.
The woman--Valentine--shifted her position. She leaned back in her throne with a leg draped over the other and her elbows placed on the armrests.
"And you are," Valentine addressed the shaking boy.
With a gulp of oxygen, Jack cleared his throat, "My name is Jack--"
"Jack," the Lady of the House interrupted, "for your sake; give me a reason as to why I shouldn't... eat you."
The boy was quiet with an open mouth. His body vibrated with racing thoughts of his definitive death would look like.
Valentine arched an eyebrow, "So, silence is your answer? Your reason to live?"
"Uh," Jack's quivering voice blurted out, "your mothers! Your mothers sent me here, my Lady!"
Valentine's burning gaze narrowed as she stalked towards Jack. The clicking of her boots on the marble floor sounded like thunder in Jack's eyes.
Stopping in front of him, she spoke, "My mothers; Ladies Creatrix and Genetrix. Sent you here..."
Jack--for the life of him--couldn't steady his voice. "Yes, my Lady, they sent me here to you as a servant; a gift for you."
"A servant?" Valentine
