Pariah #1: New Arrival: Perils of Azure City by Void Read Free Book Online Page A

off the corner of a crate.
    Pariah ignored the gnawing ache that throbbed through her head from the use of her powers, and turned to see the last of her attackers fall to his knees, looking up at her in terror.
    'What...what the hell are you!?' He called out to her as she made her way towards him. Her eyes were lit in blazing blue light from the use of her meta powers and it seemed to him like she was some sort of vengeful demon. 'Please! Don't come any closer!'
    She stood over him, barely contained contempt etched over her face. She raised a hand to finish him.
    Then the aria started.

Part Four: The Aria
     
    Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
    Pariah felt the change in the big room immediately, and she stood in a daze as she tried to gather her senses and to quantify what was happening. A deep sense of unease started to settle on her.
    The dim lights in the warehouse had gone off and in their place other, stranger, lights had come on. They were dotted about the walls and the ceiling, shining pulsing lights that gradually faded from deep red to vibrant purple. There were other lights that seemed to continually flash, but the flashes were so brief that Pariah was never sure if they were even there at all.
    As well as the lights, concealed speakers that had been placed in the corners of the room also came to life. They played a strange din of contrasting and abstract sounds. A deep base filled the room with throaty vibrations to the point that she felt the sound as much as she heard it. Laid over it were bizarre pulses of sound that came and went so fast that Pariah found it difficult to pin down exactly what they sounded like. Finally there was a warbling, distorted choir that seemed to sing out in rhythm with the pulsing lights. The voices sounded at once beautifully angelic and sinfully dirty.
    The mix of sound and light was chaotic, and yet the more Pariah focused on it the more there seemed to be some kind of order to it. The strange mix of finding order in chaos drew in her attention, making the whole thing disturbingly moreish. The experience was pleasant in ways that she couldn't even describe.
    It was almost blissful.
    It would be easy to just drift away with the lights and the sounds, following the choir deeper and deeper into the song. It was like the choir sang specially to her, like it was beckoning her, tempting her. They sounded so passionate, and Pariah's mind wandered as to what could make them feel such ecstasy. Their voices were filled with pleasure, and the promise of greater pleasure yet to come.
    It was so wrong .
    The light ebbed from her eyes as her focus drifted with the aria, and she felt liquid warmth rush through her body as it responded to the subliminal messages barraging her.
    She shook her head to try and bring herself back to the here and now, pulling her attention back from the choir. Though she was out of her daze, she threatened to slip back into it at any moment as the lights and sounds continued to play about her.
    Ugh... need to focus.
    She looked down in confusion at the terrified man cowering at her feet. It took a moment to remember where she was and why she was here. She brought her hands up to her head as she tried to block out the sounds and lights. 'What... what is that?'
    The man watched the change come over her. Moments ago she had been a terror the likes of which he had never known, about to punch his lights out - but increasingly her aspect had changed. The blue light had almost completely faded from her eyes and the frightening anger that he had seen on her face had morphed into confusion. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and he saw the taut muscles of her body gradually relaxing.
    She was starting to look weak. She was starting to look more like the girls he was used to dealing with - the girls that would call him master.
    The man's fear started to slip. He started to smile up at Pariah.
    Tyrone saw the change as well. He stood over a control panel by the workbench,