Eliese giggles. She runs her hand down to Acererak's chin, and guides her in for a kiss.

She brushes her lips over Eliese's, teasing.

"And you call me a tease," she whispers.

"Perhaps we're two of a kind." Still, she presses her lips a bit more firmly, next kiss.

"Mmm." Kiss. "That's either terrible, or very good."

Kiss! "Good for us, at least."

"I suppose it is."

Light kiss. "Perhaps terrible for everyone else."

"Perhaps we can, heh, revisit the question tomorrow."

"Mmm, tomorrow. For now..." Firmer kiss.

She likes the way this is going.

Acererak gets more and more into kissing Eliesse, swinging into her lap and pushing her back into the bed.

If Eliese lets her, she'll take this in quite delightful directions.

She has time to kill. This suits her just fine.

Oh good.

Then Acererak will help her winnow away quite a bit of time, showing (in her own opinion) remarkable patience about whatever Eliese's grand plan is.

After some time she stretches languorously. "It's about time."

"I'm excited!" she says with a laugh, stretching as well and grinning at Eliese.

She stands.

"Here is as good a place as any. Closer to me would be better, though if you have any defensive spells to cast, I would suggest you do so."

She smirks and stands, stepping into Eliese's space, then gestures (causing her clothes - including her magic items - to arrange themselves upon her), and starts sing-songing a bit, hands weaving - mostly for show, she doesn't actually need to speak or gesture for her spells. Still - she becomes massively harder to kill over the next few seconds.

Eliese gives her a moment, then begins speaking, almost chanting. "Raging Fire Heart Consuming Life's Destruction of Storm-wracked Sea Step from Sky to Star-" The same green aura she had while flying builds around her as she talks, crackling like flame and sending lashing tendrils all about.

Her incantation continues for almost a full minute, ending with "-in Seven Suns' Nova!"

And then there is light, and heat, and noise. A massive eruption of raw power, smashing everything, igniting the air, burning away the ground.

She spins, awed and delighted as the destruction spreads - a flick of her wrist, and scrying sensors spring up high in the sky, zooming out to track the edges of the devastation -

The extent is incredible, the firestorm spilling all the way over the horizon and beyond the next and further yet. And still it billows forth, wave after wave, an explosion unending.

Wondrous.

She claps, watching with her breath caught in her throat.

When finally it ends, an orange sun shines down from a sky seared clear of clouds onto a vast, perfectly level plane glinting with reflected light.

Eliese stumbles just a little bit, enough to bump into Acererak.

She steadies Eliese, wrapping an arm around her and muttering a spell to pour some of Acererak's own necromantic energy into her. (Modified a bit on the fly so it should refill Eliese's wonderful, delightful magic reserves).

"Beautiful," she breathes.

She gasps. "Ah. I'm glad- you think so."