Maddison stood regal and beautiful, clad in black like a dark goddess from a time long lost.
The sort of woman whom wars were fought over in days of old.
A woman who could lead you to your doom, but one that you would gladly follow for the sake of glancing upon her beauty for a moment longer.
"Follow my steps. Left forward, then right backward, then left forward again."
Maddison spoke in a small whisper as she started to lead Azrael in the dance, and Azrael followed along with Maddison's words.
Azrael had never danced in his life; even common dance moves that most children learned by playing around with their friends were lost on him.
But Azrael had been training to master his body all his life.
The common mistakes that most people would make when dancing for the first time were things that he couldn't make because he understood exactly what his limits were and how to control his body.
