Ambition is not a dirty word – SS.

Scene setting : Greed Castle

co-written with Dessy.


Dessy:  Mariela tilted her head as Lydia stepped back and seemed genuinely nervous. She wasn’t going to run off and leave. Or, at least not right now. She can’t promise that she won’t run away later. But for right now, she was staying. “I kind of figured that part out. He’s like, the ruler or something.” she said, folding her hands in front of her. She then gave a smile at the mention of being Duchess. “Duchess? That sounds.. wonderful.”she gave a nod, giving a light blush and shaking her head at the boy comment. She allowed Lydia to link their arms once more, and when they walked past the body of Warner, she looked away and tried not to look at it. It was a horrible sight. She looked at Lydia when she mentioned about a masked ball, pursing her lips. “A masked ball would be really fun.” she gave a nod of approval. She then laughed at making Hell a happy place. “This is Hell, Lydia.. It’s never going to be a happy place.” she spoke, getting kind of used to the idea of being in Hell. Of course, she still didn’t think she belonged here, but she’d get used to it overtime. “Yes. We’re still besties.” Mariela said with a small giggle afterwards.


Razorbackwriter:  It was like watching two young girls recommit to their friendship with the excitement of the coming events that would bring new life to the Castle Greed at was sure to be a dark time following the War of Wrath. Lucifer had almost made certain on Lydia’s assumption that Mammon, the Prince of Greed would fall. The armor; Beserker was a true double edged sword. While one wore it, they had the most amazing powers of strength, and resilience in battle. However the down side was that the armor slowly drives the wearer to insanity. Even the greatest minds become putty, just as they believe the battle is won.

With Lydia guiding Mariela throughout the Main hall, she could only smile and giggle at Mariela’s excitement at the prospect of not only becoming a Duchess of Greed in the coming days, but also the thought of a masked ball being held. One that welcomed all players in the current war at Wrath – even the one that had started all this. Gabriel. As Lydia bat her eyelashes and was comical in her witty statements, there was something hidden. Something going on, that she was not allowing Mariela privy to. The last thing she wanted to do, was upset the poor girl further after what had been a terrible murder in the Main hall. Now that Warner’s body had been whisked away and the blood from the summons cleaned, there would be plans set in place to ready the Main hall for the coming change of leadership.

With a quickness in her step, Lydia took Mariela up to what would be her room. A grand room that had the most exotic and rich furnishings a girl could ever hope or dream for. It was grand and fitting to a noble. One that Mariela was to become if Lydia had any say in the matter. With Lucifer’s approval of course. A servant opened the door and Lydia let out a squeal as she led the girl inside.

“Now this….is you.” Lydia gushed, as she extended her arms and welcomed Mariela into the room. It was fit for a Queen, no less. Satin bed covers and all so delicately stitched with patterns that were of swirls and fantastic creatures, along with flowers and pretty birds. “I would expect no less from the Castle of Greed, but to have the very best for it’s guests.”Lydia waited a moment to gauge Mariela’s reaction, while wiggling her eyebrows as she pointed at the walk in closet. It in itself was like a room of its own. Racks of gowns, shoes, accessories, hats…everything a girl could want.

“I’ll let you get used to your new surrounds. I know the time is late, and you must also wish some rest. I promise to return first thing in the morning. Just one thing I need to do before bed myself.” That said, she would kiss Mariela on the cheek, before swanning out of the room, her skirts making a light hush sound as they crossed the carpeted floor.

With Mariela safe in her own room, Lydia took the moment to go and see the continuing war that was raging across the lands at Wrath. She could see it easily from the rooftops. Smell the scent of death that was constantly on the winds. Change was coming to Hell. Standing proudly upon the high wall, with guards in behind her, Lydia raised her head. For her, this was her greatest moment. Without having to even lift a weapon, or raise a blade, she was a certain for the crown of Greed. And all because a woman in Wrath decided to end her lover’s life. Lydia’s scandalous report to Mammon, about what she had heard from two strangers in the park had set the ball rolling. Far from the lands of Greed, few would know apart from Lucifer himself, that all this….madness and mayhem had been orchestrated by the most devious of Demons in Hell.


“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.” 

“Enjoying the battle, Lydia?” The voice came from behind her, and it was the Blacksmith – Suda. The same old dwarf that had shown Mammon the suit of armor called Beserker. The same suit that Lydia had called a tin can. Lydia wobbled her head from side to side, then took out a bag of sweets from her pocket and popped one in her mouth, before then shaking the bag and offering it to Suda. “Sweety?” Lydia said with a chuckle as she then sucked the sweet goodness of the boiled lolly. Suda looked at the bag and then turned up his nose. “My mammy always taught me, never accept lollies from bigguns.” Lydia nearly choked on her lolly as she tried to hold back a laugh. “Cute.”

The Dwarf folded his arms as he stared over at the raging battlefields, where the cries and roars of those fighting was still going on. “So…the castle is buzzing. Warner is dead. Lucifer came to visit…..and now…you are playing your ace.” The Dwarf let out a sigh, and shook his head. “If only Mammon knew it was YOU that had me put that armor on display. How long were you going to wait for an opportunity to see him want to go to war with someone?”

So that was it. Lydia had plotted behind Mammon’s back, and with the right slice of gossip about Wrath had caused him to want to suit up.

“Turns out….I didn’t have to wait long at all.” Lydia tossed the Blacksmith a bag of gold which he caught with a startled expression. Without even looking at him, Lydia said. “Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat.”

Her grin now was starting to show, and it was simply devious. Yes, she was a beauty, there was no mistaking it. But beneath the lace and finery…..she was a complete bitch.




“I can’t go to jail again!” – GS.

Scene setting – Fifth and Maple street

co-written with VunG.


VunG:  Once they knew the actual apartment number, Elissa took up a nice place on the edge of an alleyway and leaned onto the wall. She knew full well what they were doing was illegal, or at least it was walking a tightrope, but she didn’t mind really in this specific case. There were some situations where dancing the line were appropriate, usually when the system was doing everything in its power to sabotage the pursuit of justice. Sighing, she took another swig of whiskey and looked over at Frankie, trying to figure out what was going through his head. He was so close to getting some answers, so close, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be teased in such a way. She felt for the man, as a brother in arms, and she really hoped that this would help him.

However, right now she was more concerned with Tommy. While his reassurance that he would be alright was appreciated, she wasn’t certain. She hated this idea of sending a civilian to the wolves, and just didn’t have the heart to tell him off or the mind to come up with a better plan. Granted, he wasn’t some helpless lamb, but it still worried her, and in some small way, when she saw the window open she felt kind of relieved. Putting away her flask, she gestured to Frankie and headed her way up. As they went, she definitely sent a concerned look Frank’s way, but she wasn’t certain she’d show that she wasn’t so much afraid for her own safety. She could handle herself just fine.

Once up to the apartment, she’d wait for Frank and make an ‘after you’ gesture to the door, considering that it would probably be a more impressive entrance if he went in. Of course, if he didn’t take her up, she’d take the initiative. Either way, she’d walk in calmly and authoritatively, straightening her scarf as she joined the congregation and very calmly looking at Joey, all emotion gone from her face and replaced with an expression made of pure ice. Even when looking at Tommy, checking to see that he was okay, she was completely emotionless, just a simple blink to confirm that he was alright before gazing straight at their quarry.


Razorbackwriter:  Down by the car, Frank was feeling a little apprehensive. Joey was known to be irrational when disturbed, and knowing Tommy as he did, all it would take was one slip up. This was going against normal police procedure, and if it went belly up, he could see himself being demoted or worse. He hated the idea of getting Elissa into trouble, but this guy may well hold the clues aside from the few photographs that he had sent Frank in the mail. Staring up at the window for signs from Tommy, Frank then noticed that Elissa was offering a swig of whiskey from her small hip flask. The detective paused for a moment, and then realizing the drink could only help cut back the nerves he was feeling. Taking the flask, he took a sip before letting out a gasp. It really hit the spot. Handing it back, he uttered a word of thanks before watching her gesture that they were going to head up. It was now or never. Patting his jacket which concealed his fire arm, he followed Elissa into the building. Tommy had opened the window as a sign for the two to come up. The tension was growing.

Reaching the door, Frank tensed when Elissa made an after you gesture. Frank gave a small shrug and then with one bold kick from his boot, he punched the door open, much to the surprise of Tommy…and Joey.

“FUCK IT’S THE COPS!” Joey blurted, realizing he had a bag of hash in plain sight. He was not expecting this, and much to his shock he threw up his arms and went as white as a ghost. Frank had his gun drawn, and this may well have impressed Elissa, who followed in walking calmly whilst straightening her scarf. She looked over everything as Frank aimed his gun at Joey’s head. “AGAINST THE WALL….SPREAD EM, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

Joey didn’t wait to be asked twice, doing exactly as Frank ordered, shaking in his boots. “Don’t you have a warrant?” He squeaked, knowing this was out of the ordinary. Frank simply scanned the room and then saw the bag of drugs.“You….Bozo.” He referred to Tommy. “You his dealer?” Yep, Frank was playing it like he didn’t know Tommy at all, and Tommy quickly bought onto the act they were going to play out. “No….Officer…I swear. I’m innocent.” Smirking, he then shouted at Tommy. “Hands behind your head, and on your knees.” Tommy shot a look at Elissa, like he wondered what Frank had been sniffing…or drinking. But Frank had it worked out. As he started to frisk Joey, he turned his head to Elissa and said. “Check the rooms, before we call this in.”

If she went into the spare bedroom, she would discover it was a dark room. The walls plastered with pictures, but most importantly, a whole heap on the large beast, just like the ones that he had sent Frank. In Joey’s terror, he didn’t recognize Frank at first, mainly since the death of Rory had aged him.



VunG:  It was a damn good thing that Elissa couldn’t laugh, because honestly she would’ve done just that as they stormed into the room, the sight of Joey’s reaction making a smile tug at the corners of her lips. Still, she too pulled her gun out as they came in, if for nothing other than show. Still, she remained nice and calm; she knew what Frank was thinking, and hopefully he was right that Joey wouldn’t be smart enough to think that Tommy was actually part of their little cadre. When she caught Tommy’s eye, she just smirked and gestured with her gun (though pointing to the side rather than at him) to get down. Then, at Frank’s order, she quickly began making her way through the rooms.

She made a lot of noise, slamming each and every door open as she went and acting like it was a full-blown drug bust or whatever it was that Frankie was claiming it was. However, besides the place looking and smelling like Satan’s ass hole, she didn’t find anything of any real note… until she came upon the dark room. Oh, this place was a goldmine of what they needed, but while the NYPD would, in general, have a field day with this stuff, her eyes were immediately dragged to those of the thing that they were hunting.

Immediately she came back into the room with the other three, and snapped her fingers to get Frank’s attention before gesturing in the direction of the spare bedroom/dark room, nodding confidently to confirm they had exactly what they needed. If he wanted to take a look and not take Joey with him, she’d gladly take control of him, making sure she had him by the wrists and keeping her gun at the ready, even if she didn’t expect to have to use it. Regardless of whether that happened, she’d make gestures like she was making sure to sweep Tommy to keep him down, but really it went nowhere near him, and she’d give him wink and a smile to tell him ‘well done.’


Razorbackwriter:  The slamming of cupboard doors would have Joey wincing, since he had drugs stashed all over the apartment. He wasn’t a user, he was a dealer and his main source was from the East side Mob – The Monaros. A bust like this was going to send him down, and as he kept his place against the wall, he tried to plead with Frank. “I can’t go to prison again. Look….I’ll make a deal with you, coppa.” He had his face to the wall, so he couldn’t see Frank’s face, but the detective was already getting the feeling by the way Joey was acting that they had stumbled onto something big, not just the evidence in what killed Rory.

Hearing the snapping of fingers, Frank and Tommy both looked up to see Elissa come back out from one of the rooms she had searched. Her face said it all. Frank raised an eyebrow and then said. “You keep your gun on the suspect, while I check the back room.” He went past Tommy and shouted at him “WHAT YOU LOOKING AT, ASSHOLE?” Yeah, Frank was getting some mileage out of paying out on Tommy. He had to sound convincing. Walking into the hall way, he let out a nervous sigh, before walking into the dark room. JACKPOT! The room was filled with photographs and there on the string that ran across the room were the same pictures as the ones that had been sent to him. He pulled one off the string and stared at it. He wasn’t the only one that saw it. He had an eyewitness……

Back out in the lounge, Joey was getting anxious. You could say he was worried about something more than the cops. He slowly turned, hands in the air to face Elissa. “I can’t go to jail again.”


Shots were fired through the window, that Tommy had opened earlier and hit Joey. Two in the head, one in the chest. His body jerked and spasmed, as his brain was splattered against the nearest wall. Joey teetered on his feet, before dropping like a sack of potatoes on the floor. Tommy screamed at Elissa. “GET DOWN!”





Travelling Wilburys – Handle me with care.


Today’s sing a long song in the car is by the Travelling Wilburys; Handle me with care.  Featuring George Harrison, Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, Bob Dylan and Jeff Lynne.  A real favorite and a classic to boot.

Been beat up and battered ’round
Been sent up, and I’ve been shot down
You’re the best thing that I’ve ever found

Handle me with care
Reputations changeable
Situations tolerable
But baby, you’re adorable
Handle me with care
I’m so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won’t you show me that you really care

Everybody’s got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

I’ve been fobbed off, and I’ve been fooled
I’ve been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care

[Guitar Solo]


Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Handle me with care

I’m so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won’t you show me that you really care

Everybody’s got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

I’ve been uptight and made a mess
But I’ll clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care