Calm before the storm – SS.


Scene setting – Greed Castle

co-written with Dessy.


Razorbackwriter:  The blossoming friendship between Lydia and Mariela only grew as they shared their thoughts on human kind and how it was possible to be a family even without blood ties. Rising from her chair, Lydia extended her hand to show the girl through the library. So many books, and all the histories of all the Princes of hell. ever recorded word was in thickly bound books that adorned the many shelves. There was no librarian, for the staff at this part of the castle were scarce. Mammon had people WHEN he needed them, and if he didn’t….they would be paid up and sent on their way. There were pleasant reading areas, and large comfortable chairs to sit in, to lose yourself in one of the many romantic tales and stories. Funny, for a man who hated romance to keep romantic novels. There was a reason for this…but the only one who would tell that tale would be Mammon himself.

Lydia glided along effortlessly on the carpeted floor as she escorted Mariela out the door when she was finished the tour.

“Fancy something to eat?” Lydia asked. She had full intentions of taking her to the dining room, to enjoy a wondrous feast.




Dessy:  Mariela and Lydia were bonding, and Mariela hoped they would be good friends for a long while. Mariela liked Lydia. She was.. interesting, to say the least. Mariela stood up and took Lydia’s hand when she offered it, before Lydia showed her around the library. It was grand – it had every book Mariela could imagine. She ran her hand over the top of the sitting chairs when she passed them by, feeling the softness. The Prince had all of these stuff and he probably didn’t use half of it. But that was okay, because Mariela would certainly use it. Mariela exited the library with Lydia, turning to look at her when she asked if Mariela wanted something to eat. “I am quite hungry.” she said, thinking a bit before she nodded her head.


Razorbackwriter:  Warner had decided to seek out Lydia and Marie, mainly because he was concerned. The Prince had not only taken his armor, sword and horse with him to Wrath. He took the bulk of his army. Which meant that the number of guards left to protect the Kingdom of Greed was way less than normal. Sure, the Prince had counter measures in place should someone decide to take matters into their hands and try to seize Greed Castle while the Prince was off fighting, but still it was a concern to Warner.

Seeing the women up ahead, he jogged along with his belly bouncing about till he arrived near the door way to the Dining hall.

“I trust you are both okay. I know the Prince would dine with you if he was here….but…he does get carried away when it is time to lop off someone’s head at another kingdom. So…how about some dinner, hmm?”

He showed with his hand where he thought they should sit, and Lydia shrugged her shoulders lightly. “One step ahead of you, Warner. Tell me, why aren’t you off on the front line with Mammon? She was curious, but always thought that beneath that fat exterior lay the heart of a true coward.

“Someone has to keep the home fires burning. Heh.” It was a weak response, but he knew he wouldn’t last five minutes on the battle field, what with his lack of skills.

Lydia took a seat at the nearest table and showed Marie where to sit. One by one, servants came out with many dishes to place on the table before them. From roast pheasant to baked vegetables, hot bread and wine. It was quite the feast. Taking a napkin, Lydia draped it across her lap.

“Bon appetite.”




Dessy:  Mariela gave a gentle smile as Warner ran up to them to see if they were both okay. She raised an eyebrow at his response when Lydia asked why she wasn’t with Mammon, but followed where he had gestured and sat down at the table where Lydia showed her. She watched servants run up and down placing food on the table, and she widened her eyes. “Wow..” she said, taking the napkin and draping it over her lap as well. “He really does have everything.” she said out loud, looking over the many dishes. She decided to start small, so started by adding some baked vegetables and other small foods to her plate. She’d rather fix extra than place a bunch on her plate and waste it because she couldn’t finish all of the food. “So, who is the Prince trying to kill and why? If I may ask, of course..” she said lightly, looking up at Warner and then over at Lydia. There she went with the questions, her curiosity taking over. She swore that one day she would get in trouble because of it.


Razorbackwriter:  Warner and Lydia both stopped eating and placed down their cutlery when Mariela asked as to who the Prince was planning to kill and why. It was obvious that the girl had a curious nature, and with all that had gone on at her arrival, it was little wonder her interest was piqued. Lydia ran her tongue over her bottom lip as she toyed with how to explain the situation, while Warner dabbed his brow with a napkin. Lydia, being the most open of the pair decided to divulge.

“The Prince seeks to correct an..injustice. I am not sure if you are aware, but the Prince of Wrath was murdered by….his lover Gabriel. She has since taken over the throne of Wrath, and with this in mind, the Prince wished to avenge the death of Belial, and remove the woman from the throne she stole.”

Warner stared at Lydia, as she recounted what she believed to be the circumstances behind the Prince’s reason to attack the Castle Wrath.

“That and he feared that if he did not strike first, that she may well seek to end all the Princes and take over Hell itself.”

What would the young witch think of the Prince of Greed now?




Dessy:  Mariela looked at them both as they both had stopped what they were doing to answer her question. She had so many questions, and not enough time to ask them. Mariela raised her eyebrows, then had a shocked expression as Lydia explained. “Why would this.. Gabriel.. kill her lover? And is being a woman and ruler of a kingdom such a bad thing?” she asked. “Or.. is she a lot more evil than I think she is?” she asked. She couldn’t say she was surprised. Seven different rulers in Hell, it would only be obvious that they would want to fight each other. Of course, there’s not much she could say about Mammon – she only met and talked to him for a few minutes, but although since she lived here and worked for him she suspected she would eventually know more. But Mariela was a bit too nice for her own good – so it didn’t really matter how cruel Mammon is,or anyone for that matter, because she’d still be just as nice to him as everyone else. Cautious, and maybe a bit frightened – but nice.


Razorbackwriter:  Lydia pouted as she contemplated Mariela’s question. Why would Gabriel kill her lover – the Prince of Greed? It was almost like she was musing on the idea herself. Warner popped a potato into his mouth and chewed as they spoke. He then answered with a mouthful of food. “Maybe it was that time of the month.” Lydia burst out laughing at the very idea of that. “Oh..sure, blame it on PMS. If that were the case and women did that every month….there would not be a man left in Hell…or earth for that matter. Hah!”Warner shrugged his shoulders and added. “You can be pretty mean around that time.” Lydia smacked him with a napkin, before rolling her eyes and returning her gaze to Mariela.

“Personally, I see nothing wrong with a woman leading things. I mean….look at Earth…see what the men have done to that place, it’s a right mess. I guess, it would be fair to say that Mammon can be a bit…sexist in his views. Also a traditionalist. Seven Princes of Hell…all that.” Lydia said with a wave of her hand.

As to whether Gabriel was more evil than one might think, Lydia shrugged. “Never met her. And…with the way things are going, I may never get the chance. Mammon has taken his army over to Wrath. You can expect a lot of heads on pikes.”

Finishing their meals, the servants came out to take away the empty plates and cups, allowing the trio to retire for the night. Lydia again reached for Mariela’s hand.

“Let us walk to the roof tops, we might be able to see the fighting from there.” It was no surprising that Lydia was curious as to how the battle was going. Would Mammon be defeated? Would he ever return?




Dessy:  Mariela ate as they talked, and she couldn’t help but laugh when Warner made the comment about it being “that time of the month”. “Of course. PMS is blamed for everything.” she with a grin. She laughed when Warner told Lydia she was always mean around that time. She then gave a shrug as Lydia spoke. “I guess you’re right. I’ve never been a fan for fighting, myself. I’m more of a “peace” person.” she gave another shrug. She grabbed Lydia’s hand and stood up, giving a nod of her head.“Watching the fight sounds good.” she said, giving a smile. She wanted to see what was so big about this Gabriel person being a ruler. But, she didn’t actually want to meet the girl… Actually, she wanted to avoid that…


School’s out? – GS


Scene setting – The school.

co-written with VunG.


Razorbackwriter:  It was a sobering drive over to the school. Detective Frank Malone had gotten his cell and texted his current partner – Detective John Moss to join them at what would be a crime scene. That was how Frank saw it, though he would be shocked by what he found….or rather didn’t. The night was dragging on, and it was obvious that all would be needing coffee to stay awake through it all. Frank, had come good considering how much he had to drink earlier. Perhaps the photo evidence and now this current investigation had sparked something within the war horse. Tommy parked his car in the school teachers car park and alighted the vehicle – going around the back and opening the trunk. He pulled out a small sports bag, with camera equipment as well as a good flash light. You know the kind that security guards use. A long black handle and large torch end. Slamming the boot closed, he turned at the sound of another car approaching. It was Frank’s partner, John. Already Frank had gotten out of Tommy’s car and urged Elissa to follow him and meet John. John looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. Racking his fingers through his hair, he approached the trio and asked.

“Want to tell me why you got me out of bed, Frank?”

“Easy, Elissa here has been sent some pics of damage to the school, thought we should check it out before the Commander gets wind.” Frank replied, knowing that John would probably be pissed at Frank acting without back up of the department. John rolled his eyes, before glancing at Elissa. “Don’t I know you?” He asked off the cuff.

A loud crashing sound caught everyone’s attention, and Tommy shone the light in the direction of the sound. “No time for pleasantries. Come on.” Together the four headed into the school grounds, only to be confronted by a sight that was like something out of a war zone. Massive holes that had been caused by some sort of explosion had left a trail of destruction, with everything from desks, chairs and papers scattered. Walking through the debris, Tommy shone his light left and right, but there was no one about – not a soul.

“Hello?!” He sung out, as Frank surveyed the damage in one classroom. There was no one about, and very little smoke. Just a lot of debris and broken bricks. “It’s like there was a battle here…..but there is no shells, no blast residue….nothing. What the hell caused all this?” He asked, looking back at Elissa. Had she seen anything like this before?




VunG:  Throughout the journey over Elissa was staring at the pictures that had been sent to her, trying to notice things and areas truly worth examining right off the bat. Of course, the whole thing looked like a mess, and fine detail was lost on the phone cameras, so it wasn’t quite what she needed, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Once the car arrived, she joined the others in getting up and equipping themselves with flashlights, though she didn’t bother with a camera at the moment since she actually didn’t know the proper techniques for avoiding glare. Like Frank, her eyes trailed immediately towards the newcomer to the party, and she would gladly join in welcoming the poor fellow to the crime scene, though it was obvious that he wasn’t exactly in the sort of position to be all that happy; probably just woke up.

When John asked if he knew her, she would nod and put her flashlight under her arm while she reached for her notepad… but wouldn’t even get it out as they were reminded that they probably on the clock. Immediately she would join the lot in the charge forward, and find her breath catching as she looked on the mess before them. War zone was just the right word. As they approached, she almost immediately went to examine one of the blast marks more closely, not bothering with the interior of the school but rather trying to the actual technical side. She knew that was her best area… normally. This sort of damage was bizarre. It didn’t so much look like it was hit with an explosive, the damage was too clean, too localized for that. But it wasn’t a normal round either; there weren’t shells around but that could be explained away. She knew of a few ways to prevent shells from showing up; she knew that there were even prototype weapons using casing-less rounds. But… there should’ve been slugs. Putting on gloves she began running her hands along one of the blast zones, trying to find any sign of one of the things, trying to figure out the weapons used. But even as Frank spoke, she realized that there weren’t slugs either… nor even shards of lead or steel or anything that would suggest such a thing.

Frowning, she stepped back and began walking about the school grounds, pausing every now and again when she came upon an undisturbed section of carnage. There was evidence of something moving around here, things were disturbed, the debris had been kicked around, this wasn’t just a ghost job. But… that suggested that the damage wasn’t simultaneous either. This wasn’t deliberate per se, more like something had experienced a firefight in here, and the people were either moving in or out. As she realized this, she began taking note of the direction of things, and began following the rough path in towards the gymnasium… or… what was left of it.

For a time she stood there, just examining the damage, spending the whole time gesturing with her hands, flashlight in one of them, trying to paint herself an image of what happened, trying to figure out where all the debris came from. As she stood there, she would have to dodge a bit of falling concrete, and she’d begin to leave the area… only to notice something rather peculiar: the windows were mostly intact. Now that was interesting. Bringing a hand up to her mouth, she whistled sharply and would begin moving to a place a little out of the gymnasium where they could see her.

Once the guys were there, particularly Tommy since he was her translator at this point, she’d begin signing while gesturing to the windows, ~Whatever did this was either direct fire or physical. The windows are intact; explosive shockwaves tend to break them.~ On top of that, she gestured for them to look in the gymnasium and added, ~That seems to be where the worst of it it, but I’m not certain how stable it is in there. Watch your head if you check.~


Razorbackwriter:  Over the years, Tommy had covered actual war zones in the middle east and was used to seeing the kind of debris and ruin left by mortars and explosives. Even gun cartridges, and smoldering ash from fires caused by the carnage, but this…this was unlike anything he had seen before. Waving his flashlight over one of the walls, that had major structural damage, there was nothing that showed what caused the blast points or gaping holes in the brick. Tommy set down his sports bag on one of the remaining outdoor seats and pulled open the zipper, to find his camera and flash unit. He wanted to take as many pictures for evidence as he could before word of this got out. Snapping the flash unit in place, he started to take pictures, clicking madly as Frank and John were investigating what would be the pathway to the gymnasium. Both men had heard Elissa’s whistle and followed her lead. John mentioned to Frank; “She’s a quiet one, isn’t she?” Not knowing that the girl was a mute. He knew he had seen her before, some time ago but was only now putting two and two together when Frank made mention that she was once with the SWAT team. “Oh…right.”

Tommy jogged to catch up with the trio and added to Elissa’s signing. “The gym took the brunt of the battle by the looks of things. Elissa’s right about one thing though, I’m not so sure that the structural integrity of the building is all that sound.” He said, shouldering his camera and turning the torch in the direction of the destroyed gymnasium. Frank did notice one thing. There was no bodies. Surely after a fight of this size and scale there would have been causalities….but there was nothing. No bodies….no blood….nothing. The cogs in his mind started to turn. Could this have anything at all to do with what happened to Rory? Great creatures that were invisible to the naked eye, but able to be caught on film? Detective John Moss walked unsteadily over what was once the wall in the gym. He did notice that the windows were not blown out. So the force of the explosions didn’t cause shock waves. Again…that made no logical sense. Tommy took a few more photographs, but already John was starting to get suspicious.

“What if….this is some sort of…government..military type operation? Like, trialing some new weapons, though you’d think they would pick a place more suitable than a school.” Frank wasn’t too sure about John’s deduction. If the government was involved, they wouldn’t just allow anybody to wander on the sight. “I don’t know. Something is just really off about this. There is no residue smell of explosives, no fire…no ash.”

It was clear to all of them that there was little in the way of clues or evidence to suggest what caused all this destruction. In the mean time, they had another case waiting to be solved. The murder of Rory Lismore. They now had photographs of what took Rory that night, and a witness. Unknown at the current time, but it would hopefully be solved as they followed the leads that they had.

John approached Frank and Elissa and suggested. “We should call this in. If Commander Bracks finds out we were here and didn’t report it, we could lose our badges for obstruction.” John was now sure that what ever caused the damage at the school was not something that could easily be solved. Frank looked at Elissa as Tommy started to pack away his camera back into his sports bag. “Should I call this in, guys?”



Two Princes – SS



Scene setting : Gluttony Castle

co-written with Candle.


Candle:  With a scalpel between on the rim of his right ear, Baal stared at the doorway with a enclosed fist resting on his chin. He’d actually wanted some random lost soul to appear so he’d be able to dissect them and harvest there organs. His throne made out of bones was his crowned achievement throughout his royal status, the hollowed skulls were placed at the top of his throne making the throne seem more dark.
Tapping his finger against the arm rest of his throne, the hall echoed of a tapping noise against a poor souls leg bone. “Someone come here and bring me my chalice.” Baal said loudly as a servant rushed down the hall too his aid, knowing that if he wasn’t fast enough he’d be used as a painting frame. His interior was made out off people who weren’t up too the stress of working for him.
Therefore if they failed they were turned into various things, for instance one cook who made a horrendous meal was used to fix a broken leg on one of his chairs. Baal had such a sadistic streak for bone collecting that he even made his own crown of ribcages and hints of muscles. With chalice in hand, Baal held it out as his servant poured some wine from a vase into it. “Now make sure you clean off the guillotine, i’ll be using it later.” Stating in a obvious truth of him decapitating someone later.



Razorbackwriter:  “Baal…I just love what you have done with the place. The bones…the skulls. It’s so you.”

Yes, the voice that came from the darkened part of the throne room was none other than the Prince of Greed. He entered carrying a large bag and then unceremoniously up ended it, with bones and skulls toppling out and scattering upon the floor with a delightful clink and tink. Mammon shook the bag till the last small bone fell out, before neatly folding the bag back up again and then tossing it over his shoulder.

He watched a servant pouring the Prince of Gluttony a chalice of wine, with a delightful chuckle. “Drinking so early? No one told me it was happy hour.” The Prince of Greed found a chair close to the King’s throne and rapped his knuckles on a table. “I’ll have what he’s having.” Mammon ordered, hoping that the servants realized who he was. Picking up a nearby challice he waved it around – tapping the side and grinning. “I like how you live Baal. Take what you want and give nothing back!”

The Prince of Greed thanked the servant who came close and poured wine in his chalice with a silently mouthed saying of“Thank you” before raising his chalice to Baal. “To death…and all who stand in the way of the Princes of Hell…except Envy…he’s a dick” Mammon drank down and let out a loud belch before getting right down to business.

“So…it has come to pass that the Prince of Wrath has been murdered by none other than the slag known as Gabriel. Cheeky bitch cut off his head. SO..that tells me she is going to be wanting to shed more blood…probably one of us…if not ALL the Princes of Hell to reign it for herself.”

Mammon drank down the rest of the wine in a hurry and slammed down the goblet.


“But don’t worry…I have a plan. How do you feel about…a war? But…instead of just say one of us going in to teach the bitch a lesson…we…tag team it?” What ya say? Her skull would be pretty on that throne of yours.” Mammon wiggled his brow and waited to see what Baal would say.




Candle:  Baal looked at Mammon with a eyebrow cocked. Sure war would be pretty interesting but if this woman killed Gabriel then she’d be able to kill them both. “I’m very intrigued by your proposition dear friend, but if you can assure me her own head then I’ll join you. Baal said honestly while tipping the chalice down slightly and let the aged wine flow down into lips.
Sure he was surprisingly good friends with Mammon but when it came to him, there was always type of reward he wanted. Getting someone out of the way to take over Satan’s place did seem intriguing to him. Except it would be absolutely impossible to get that far. “What’s in it for you? Spit it out, you’re already ordering my servants around and dropping bones all over the place.” He said while rubbing the temple of his head slightly and staring down Mammon.
The least he expected from Mammon is his stereotypical lets go collect loot speech. Not the whole speech about warring against someone. Baal actually hadn’t been in a war in a while, and the last person he’d tag teamed with was Belial.


Razorbackwriter:  “Baal….really? You want me to take all the glory and spoils of war AND her head before you will consider joining?” Mammon mocked that he was somewhat hurt by Baal’s reaction. Surely, if he was the Prince of Gluttony, he would be jumping at the chance to kill and to kill many. “Imagine the head count…..All those…bones for your collection. I mean, you can never have enough heads on pikes.”

Mammon rose to his feet and kicked back the chair. With a showman like flair he approached Baal’s throne, mounting the dias with a dance like stride.

“Oh…my dear friend. For starters I rather get to her before she gets to me. I kinda thought that was obvious. She’s the Princess of Wrath for fucks sake. One head won’t be enough. She’d gasm at the sight of our deaths.” Mammon strode around and behind Baal’s throne before popping his head around the other side. “Gabriel jizz on your throne….icky.” He pretended to shudder, before walking back down the dias and spinning around.

“As to what is in it for me…Is…everybody paying attention? I get all her gold and jewels…and treasures. While you…YOU get to kill as many of her followers as you want. Hell, I’ll even sharpen your guillotine for you.”




Candle:  Once Mammon offered to sharpen his guillotine, Baal stood up straight and stared him dead in the eyes. “Deal.” He said and held out his hand to show they had some sort of hellacious deal. As many followers of Gabriel he’d be able to kill without anyone bothering him seemed good to him.
This always seemed to happened to him, Mammon was a good convincer of things like this. Plus his bloodlust made him override the thought of something bad happening because of a thing he did. Tapping his chalice against Mammon’s, Baal chugged down the wine and whipped the liquid from his lips. Blood and wine was his favorite things, now both combined would make his day even better.
“Do you ever stop and think that there are some words you shouldn’t say? Because I’m holding you to every word you say, otherwise your head will be the reason my unused water torture room finally gets some use.” He said with a deathly stare and meant every single word of it.


Razorbackwriter:  The grin on Mammon’s face only grew to the point it was so fiendish that it was unnatural. He had managed to do the deal with Baal by making the simple offer to sharpen his guillotine. Bit of oil and polish and it would be good as new. An hour out of his time tops. Mammon shook Baal’s outstretched hand and winked. “Oh…Baal, I think carefully before I say anything. As for your water torture room…it will be jam packed with Gabriel’s minions…so much so you will think it is a water theme park.”

The Prince of Greed burst out laughing at his own joke, before smacking his lips and getting ready to depart. One thing he knew better than to do with Baal was overstay his welcome. A last tap of their chalices, and Mammon handed his empty one to a nearby servant. Mammon started to put on his gloves, before he remembered one last detail.

“Oh…before I go. Have a guess who is hanging out and licking Gabriel’s tit at Wrath castle?”

Mammon wobbled his head and headed for the door, his voice carrying after him as he was leaving.

“Leviathan….the Prince of Envy. Laters, Baal. Bahahhahaha!” Mammon slammed the door as he waltzed out to the courtyard and his horse. Oh, he knew that parting shot would be a bulls eye as far as building up Gluttony’s want to be involved. It was no secret that Baal hated Leviathan with a passion. Mounting his horse, the Prince of Greed chuckled again, before making a start for Wrath castle.





Hearing that Leviathan was at Gabriel’s newly inherited throne, he dropped his chalice and then his muscles tensed. He slammed his fist on one of the stands he used to place his books and broke it immediately. Being able to kill Leviathan would be more satisfactory then actually killing Gabriel.
“Get me my cigar.” Baal shouted out loudly to whatever servant was listening and got up from his Throne of Bones. Cracking his neck and grinding his teeth together, Baal walked towards his armory and slammed it opened. The only weapon he frequently used was his axe. He even named his axe, it was something along the lines of Grinder or Meat hook.
Either way it was one of the most intimidating weapons in Hell due to its appearance and massive blade. Its wielded bone handle and long ivory shaft that lead up to the blade was made by the beast blacksmith. He turned around to see a servant have a light cigar and he even got it put into his mouth. Patting the servant on the head, Baal grabbed the axe and walked down the main hall as his open coat showed his chiseled body.
“Oh this will be fun.” Baal said to himself as his face shifted down into a look of pure hatred.

Corrupt Intelligence – SS.


Corrupt Intelligence.

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Dessy.


Dessy:  Being able to control Earth and nature made it easy for Mariela to work with the plants and herbs. She kneeled down to inspect them closer, touching them and identifying their name and the things they could be used for. As she touched each one, she could feel the life and felt them happy and healthy – which meant they were taken good care of before she had got here. She hadn’t even finished looking at all the plants when she heard squealing behind her, and it made her jump slightly. She turned around to see Lydia and gave a smile. “A tour sounds nice.” she said, looking at Lydia and waiting for her move first. “What happened with the Prince?” she then asked out of curiosity. She was a curious little thing – which often got her in trouble.


Razorbackwriter:  With his soul collector sword strapped to his waist, and dressed now resplendently in his princely garb, the Prince was ready to head out and see just for himself, what Gabriel was up to. He already had targets on his hit list, especially after the dramas at the bookstore. Mammon would deal with those two when the time came, but for now he was more worried about Gabriel and her plans for hell. As he strode along the main hall, he started to think if it was wise to go it alone. Taking Lydia was out of the question, since she was so ambitious that she might try to cosy up to the likes of Gabriel. No…Mammon needed an ally, one that he knew would stand shoulder to shoulder with him against those lesser Princes, in particular Leviathan whom everyone seemed to loathe.

“Baal. Yes…I shall go meet with him and discuss how to take on the others.” Mammon thought as he headed out of the hall and to the stables where his steed awaited.

Lydia danced around the room, happy with herself in that she had watched the Prince prepare to go and act on her intelligence. Few times was Lydia ever wrong about the intel she acquired, and knowing this may well start a war, she was sure to be rewarded handsomely when the time came. Course, Mammon hated his spies and ladies getting in the way when he chose to act, so it was safer for Lydia to remain behind and of course entertain Marie.

“Oh he is off to meet with the new Princess of Hell. Can you imagine how that is going to go?” Lydia said with a laugh before threading her arm with Marie’s to lead her on a tour.

“Right…first stop the library. Mammon must have well over two hundred thousand books, though I seriously doubt that he has ever read the page of one.” That was a very fair observation. Lydia ushered Marie out of the potions room and down the hall towards the library. As they walked along, Lydia asked. “So…how did you come to find your way into hell? Piss off a warlock?”




Dessy:  “Princess of Hell? Somehow, it doesn’t sound like it’ll go well.” Mariela mentioned, raising her eyebrows. She let Lydia thread her arm with hers, and followed her to the library. “He doesn’t look like the reading type.” Mariela then said with a shrug. After finding out he was the Prince of Greed, Mariela wasn’t surprised that he’d have so many books. She also wasn’t surprise that he hasn’t read any of them. When asked how she ended up in hell, Mariela gave a sigh. “I killed someone.” she said simply, looking at Lydia before she continued. “I had no choice. It was to save me and my younger brothers. The man said he wasn’t going to hurt them, but I saw through the lie. He was going to kill them first, and then me.” she spoke, looking away and down at the ground. “After that, a few years later, some village people found out my family were witches – we come from a long bloodline of witches. Despite how much we helped them, and only used our powers for good, they saw us a monsters. My parents were out shopping when they stormed the house, leaving me to watch my younger brothers. They threw torches and matches at the house, and it burned quickly. I couldn’t save all three of us.” she spoke, taking a deep breathe. “I helped them out of the upstairs window, and told them to run. Last thing I saw was them disappearing in the forest, the people below me screaming and yelling, then the house began collapsing and I woke up here.” she finished.


Razorbackwriter:  Everyone of us has a story. Some are good, as others are bad. Marie’s…was sad. As the pair entered the library with thousands upon thousands of books, Marie would mention that…she killed someone. This brought Lydia to a stop. Sweet innocent looking Marie was a murderer? Lydia led Marie to a table and then sat down on one of the reading chairs, as she listened to Marie’s tale. A family of witches, that were found out and betrayed by the humans of the village. Cast as monsters. Lydia shook her head and reached out to pat the girl’s hand – her eyes showing compassion. A rare thing from someone like Lydia. “And they call us monsters. Humans are the most destructive species on earth. They kill without question or reason, they are so self absorbed and use their beliefs to destroy others. If you ask me, we are the good guys. Least we are honest about being evil.”

Lydia pouted as the tale came to an end with the witch most likely dying and ending up in hell. She took out a large red kerchief and blew her nose loudly.

“That was so sad. -sniff- You know…we could be your family. Maybe not by blood…and maybe not by name, but we can be just as protective.”

Lydia continued to pat Marie’s hand gingerly.




Dessy:  They had sat down at one of the tables, Mariela gasping as she saw the large library. Mariela looked up at Lydia when she felt her hand on hers. “I agree with you. I’ve might a lot of non-humans and they ended up being the nicest people I’ve met. The humans – not so much. It’s weird, really.” Mariela said with a shrug. Mariela frowned when Lydia pulled out a red kerchief. She didn’t mean to make her cry. She then gave a bright smile. “I don’t need a blood family to be happy, or by name. This family is just what I need. I already feel protected.”