Desreal: im thinking of moving to mercury.. too hot?

MY DARLING YOU LOOK LOVELY
I'VE COME TO LAY YOU DOWN
UNCOVER YOUR HEAD AND SUBMIT TO ME
WE'LL MAKE A JOYFUL SOUND

Alcatraz watched the mare, listening to the winds carefully. His slate-colored face was blank, devoid of any emotion – yet his dark eyes (cold, narrowed, the pinched look of a predator) flashed with a potent mixture of excitement and wonder as the relic fell soundlessly to the immaculate snow.

He felt the slick feeling of metal on flesh as the relic snaked around his powerful neck. The warm yet alien feeling seeped through his veins, coursing powerfully through his pumping blood. And all at once he felt the absence of Severus. He could think with remarkable clarity without the fluctuating oppression of the Shadow. At the same time, he felt mercilessly naked. Exposed.

He saw the smile of the wolf, how silly it must look on him. He doubted it did much to enhance his masculinity. He felt Andurien’s presence and snarled inwardly, recognizing the songs of innocence that pounded in his brain.

“Take it.” He snarled, his cold voice laced with the faintest tracings of disgust at the relic’s presence. Forgive Alcatraz for being so rude – he really was genuinely gracious, though he had no way of expressing it. Once more it unclasped and fell harmlessly into the snow, its heat leaving faint imprints against the white. He titled his head, studying it in silence. How odd it felt now, without both elements. He rolled his shoulders, his expression taut as he thought.

“Aren’t you a Shadow as well?” His voice was tinted with a shadow of amusement, but there was no suspicious tone in his voice. While he did not doubt the capabilities of the wolf before him, something in him hoped she had no intention of stabbing him in the back. He reared his ugly head, his eyes settling on the mare.

“For this favor, I will grant one in return – or two.” He paused, his volatile lightning running from his powerful body into the ground. “One, should you ever need my Gold Champion ability, come see me.” He didn’t need to add that there wasn’t much use for it in Desreal. He doubted he would ever use it for Ni’Srilan (he didn’t much like snakes) and there was little chance in hell he would ever use it for Solira. “And should Andarin ever need my help, I will come to your aid.” Not that it made much a difference – Alcatraz wasn’t good for much other than fighting and causing havoc. But it was the only thing he could think of for thanking the grey mare.

“Oh, and..” His eyes glinted with steely amusement. “If you have any plans that involve the ruination of Solira, let me know.. I will be glad to assist in the destruction of Solira in any way possible.” His lightning boomed savagely in agreement, a dynamic but subtle drop in atmosphere as the powerful stroke passed from his body into the earth.

What could I say?

He does very bad things, and he does them very well.

gld. A L C A T R A Z

I DONT CARE IF YOU'RE BY YOURSELF
OR YOU'RE ALL ALONE WHEN YOU NEED MY HELP
KEEP THAT SMILE ON YOUR PRETTY FACE
CUZ YOU DONT HAVE MUCH I CANT TAKE AWAY