Scene setting – Greed Castle.
co-written with Dessy.
Dessy: Mariela really didn’t know how she ended up here. She’s only been in Hell for a few days now – and was still confused about everything. She took up a job as a healer, but that’s about it. She was just walking around, coming back from the garden where she collected some plants and herbs for potions and medicine that she needed, and then had kept walking. There wasn’t much plant life down here. It was upsetting, really. She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going, and then ended up here. She had walked around quite a while before finding a large mansion like castle with a large gate. She knew there was a lot of royalty, and there were kingdoms based off of the sins – but that’s about it. She wore a long, dark blue gown and she had her maroon colored cloak draped over her, covering up her face. She looked at the gate, and then back over at the castle. She didn’t want to barge in, and was debating on just leaving and continuing finding her own way.
Razorbackwriter: The Castle of Greed was unique in its construction, much unlike Mammon’s brothers estates. When a Prince like Mammon wants the very best of everything, he totally went overboard in its look and the materials used with which to build it. While it was still dark and imposing as you would expect a Hell demon’s castle to be, it was also a glimmering example of what wealth looked like on a grand scale. Under the right light you could see the sparkle of jewels and trims decked with gold and silver. No expense was spared by the Prince and it showed. To a traveler it would have captured both their imagination and attention; just as it had Mariela’s.
The young witch had only been in hell a few days and had wandered about searching from herbs and plants for her potions. The Prince’s castle had extensive gardens that held nearly every kind of exotic plant and flower imaginable. Not that the Prince was a keen horticulturist; to him it was all for show. This may have been what had attracted Mariela, but that would be unknown until asked. The one to ask…was on her way however. Having dropped off Maya and Allister at their humble cave abode, Lydia was now spiriting her way towards the Greed castle with the most glorious news of the murder of the Prince of Wrath – Belial.
Along the rocky road the carriage went at speeds that were break neck. There was an urgency by the Demoness of Ambition to make her report before the morning sun. But as the carriage made the last turn and came roaring down the drive towards the gate, the young witch was right in it’s path. The driver pulled up hard on the reigns, which caused the horse to bray angrily and even kick up till finally coming to a stop mere inches from the girl. Within the carriage, Lydia had been thrown about unceremoniously in the sudden stop and the door flew open with a few choice expletives being yelled at the driver.
“Where on earth or hell did you get your license, Jenkins? Out of a cereal box?”
Stepping out of the carriage, Lydia was quick to pat down her hair and adjust her dress, which had fallen down low in the front and was being rather revealing. It was only after Lydia had caught her breath, that she spotted the girl whom the driver had pulled up the carriage to avoid hitting.
The girl was dressed in a long dark blue gown with a maroon coloured cloak with her head shielded by her hood. Strange, that a girl would just be hanging around outside the gate of the Prince’s estate. Intrigued, the Demoness shut the door to the carriage and sashayed up to her to see if she had an appointment.
“Were you summoned by Mammon?” Lydia asked, assuming the girl was expected within.
Suddenly, the gates started to open all by themselves, whilst the driver drove the carriage around the back to the stables. This left Lydia alone with the unknown female. With the gate opened, Lydia continued. “I take that as a yes.” Assuming that the Prince knew of their arrival. “He doesn’t normally come out to the gate. Come along. He hates to be kept waiting.” Without asking, Lydia threaded her arm through the girl’s and led her inside the front entrance to the Main hall. As Lydia’s heels click clacked along the cobble stone path, she whispered. “I’m Lydia…but you can call me Domi.”