A Trio of Thieves – SS

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Dessy, Temp & Moo.


Dessy:  Mariela watched Lydia, giving a concerned look when she turned to look at her. She opened her mouth to question about the war being over, but then quickly closed it. She gave a nod and bowed her head in remembrance of Mammon, glancing up to see Lydia wiping her eyes. Her face then quickly went from a pout, to a wide grin, causing Mariela to just raise an eyebrow. She stared at Lydia as Lydia grabbed her hand, giving it a pat.“Right. And what are we going to explain to them when they come?” she asked. Mariela as officially a Duchess, the hand of the Princess of Greed. She would still continue to be a healer.. but now, she was much more than just a healer, and had other important things to do.

“Breakfast sounds nice.” Mariela then said after a few minutes of silence, giving a smile and a nod of her head. She could still hear the fighting coming from the Wrath kingdom, so she knew for a fact that the war was not over.


Razorbackwriter:  Being ever a woman with a business mind, Lydia had the perfect answer to Mariela’s question as to what they should say to explain how they were now the rulers of Greed after the fall of Mammon. The cogs in Lydia’s mind turned as she could only imagine the looks on the faces of the Princes of Hell, to welcome it’s second Princess in as many days. Walking Mariela down towards the dining room, she went straight into top gear with her plans.

“Considering how I just got the fire blessing, there is no need for a coronation….crowning, you know. So, we simply send out the invites to a weekend of celebration with the pinnacle being the masked ball. And of course, your debut as the Duchess of Greed.” You would think that in a past life that Lydia had been a wedding – slash – party planner, or even organizer. The castle was going to need to be cleaned from top to bottom and of course have nothing but the very best food and drink on offer, along with as much glitz as possible. Lydia would spare no expense in her endeavor to host the party to end them all.

Turning into the dining hall, Lydia then had a wonderful idea.

“Since I know you are keen on the whole…masked ball thing. Why don’t you borrow my coach and personally go and deliver invitations to each of the seven kingdoms. Think of it as a way of….getting known.”

Would Mariela take the bait?



Dessy:  Mariela followed Lydia, listening to her speak. Hearing Lydia talk, it reminded her of a party planner, or wedding planner. Maybe she was one in a past life. Mariela couldn’t know for sure, though. “My.. debut?” she then asked with a raise of her eyebrow, tilting her head over to the side. They walked into the dining hall, and Mariela took a look around. When Lydia asked her to deliver the invitations, Mariela turned to look at her.“Don’t you think that’s a little.. dangerous? With this Gabriel person and a war that is still currently going on, I don’t think it’s very safe.” she said with concern, shaking her head in response. Mariela didn’t like the thought of going out there to all of the kingdoms to give them invitations. Actually, she didn’t like the thought of stepping foot outside of the castle.


Razorbackwriter:  Mariela had a point. Things would be a touch dangerous outside the walls of Greed, especially with Greed having lost. Lydia was thinking that this was a good outing for her witch friend, but in hindsight, it was probably not the best idea. Lydia cocked her head to the side and then mused on how to get the invitations out.

“Ravens. We will use Ravens.” The new Princess of Greed said with a firm nod of the head. There was no way people would shoot them down since they were a main way of communicating between great distances. Now that that was settled, thoughts turned back to the ball, and of course Mariela’s debut.

“I was just saying that you could make your introduction to society. You know, as a Duchess. It’s a formal thing to do.” Lydia said, turning into the dining hall and heading for their favorite table. Taking a seat she sat herself down and hoped Mariela would do the same.

“After breakfast I think dress fittings are in order. I wonder what colour to wear. Red….or red?”

She broke a croissant in half and then smeared on some jam, while a servant brought her a cup of coffee. Having it place down in front of her, Lydia looked to be more relaxed, especially after the eventful night they had had. The explosions and sounds of war however had stopped. No doubt Mariela would have noticed.

“Told you it was over.” Lydia said with a smile, as she bit into her croissant.



Dessy:  Mariela looked over and gave Lydia a nod and a smile when she mentioned ravens.“Ravens sounds a lot better.” she said, strolling into the dining hall. She smoothed out her gown, before taking a seat in a chair next to Lydia. “So, I have to have some kind of ceremony to introduce me as being Duchess of Greed?” Lydia asked, moving a single strand of a blonde curl out of her face, giving a smile as she was handed coffee as well. She put the cup to her lips and took a sip, before looking at Lydia when she talked about dress fittings. “I think you should wear red.” she said jokingly, knowing that Lydia’s choice was obviously going to be red because of the fact she said it twice. She then set her cup on the table, hands still on it, pursing her lips as she thought.“Hmm.. What color do I want?” she asked out loud. “Well, now it’s over.” Mariela stated at the comment Lydia made about the war being over, moving her hands off of the cup to begin eating her food.


Razorbackwriter:  Lydia chewed her croissant thoughtfully, as she mused on Mariela’s question about the ceremony to be a Duchess. It was always a good way to enter society by having the title announced formally, and in front of the other royals. Another part of it also was that Mariela would make a good consort to one of Hell’s remaining Princes. A nice way to create alliances since things might be a little tense after the war. No doubt there would be questions raised about who was in charge of Greed. Lydia planned to take all that in her stride. The Princess had a very silver tongue and could talk her way out of just about anything. It was important to get as much background information on the other royals so as to make light conversation without offending.

“We will get the Lord Chamberlain to make the announcement when all are assembled at the ball.” Lydia said, holding her cup delicately before taking a sip and then letting out a sigh. So much planning to do, and she did wonder just who would accept an invitation. Lydia tried to be upbeat.

“Going to have to build up new ranks for the army. I suppose. That is going to bite into the budget.” Lydia started to think towards the future for both of them.

Together the two women sat and continued to eat their breakfast. Afterwards, they would head down to the seamstress, and start trying on dresses and working out if they need their outfits specially made.




Moo:  [Main Gate]

The trio came to an easy stop in front of some massive gates to the kingdom. Their bodies would be hidden from sight as they stood behind the solid pillars keeping the gates upright. “Okay, Nami…” Serin began. She was trying her best to maintain confidence in her friend. “Here’s the game plan…–”

“You go in, grab shit, and come out,” Oroan cut in, voice gruff.

Serin glared at the brute for a moment, though it was shrugged off. “If you’re in trouble…You have to teleport as close to me as possible. I will protect you.” She set the imp down on the ground, having to bend to do so. A small sigh escaped. She was hoping it would go smoothly. “Don’t get reckless,” she added sternly, lifting her index finger.

Oroan snorted. Reckless was what he called the previous night, when she’d decided to stay in the town square and fight. Nami had been doing this for years…and years… He was confident in the imp, even if it was uncharacteristic. “Just let the kid go.” He assumed she would remind him she was an adult. There were very few ways to get on Nami’s nerves, and he knew what they were naturally, as the two seemed to be opposites. The corner of his lips twitched upward.


Dessy:  Mariela ate a bit of her breakfast, as there was silence for a long time. Because of how silent it was, Mariela assumed that Lydia was thinking of something – she seemed to do that a lot. She looked up when Lydia finally spoke, pursing her lips and then giving a nod of head. “I think most of our army were off to war with Mammon. If they haven’t come back, that means that they are most likely dead.” she said with a nod of her head. They then continued eating their breakfast in silence, before both women had gotten up to head over to the seamstress. “I really hope no drama or fights start at this masked ball. I’d hate to have to break them up to stop from causing a mess.”she then spoke. “Being how all of these kingdoms are, I’m a little afraid of that.”


Temp:  Nami had been thinking about where she should steal from during the trip into the Kingdom of Greed. There were tons and tons of places to choose from, some better than others. The absolute best place was Royal Palace, at least in terms of value. It was also the most dangerous. This wasn’t the first time she had stolen from this Kingdom though, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
As soon as she was placed on the ground by Serin she began to hop up and down, getting herself ready for her ‘mission’. Oroan had been pretty confident in her, while Serin was more worried than anything. She nodded her head at Serin’s instructions, knowing it was a bad idea to ignore them. Nami started walking forward towards her target, the Royal Palace, but stopped as soon as she heard Oroan speak. “Oye! I’m not a kid you jerk!” He knew how to get on her nerves, much like she knew how to get on his. She raised an arm and flipped him off, sticking her tongue out as she turned invisible. Now that she was out of sight she sprouted her wings and began to ascend towards the Palace. She was going to find something really good and impress Serin and Oroan, no matter what!


Razorbackwriter:  Little did Lydia and Mariela know that outside the main gates, they had company and not the friendly kind. The girls were finishing their breakfast and made light conversation about the fact they were low on a decent army, what with the losses at Wrath and they had a ball to plan. Mariela expressed how she was concerned of trouble starting over the fallout from the war. It wasn’t unreasonable to think this way, and Lydia tried to allay her fears the best she could.

“We can’t be held responsible for the Prince’s actions.” It was hard to believe that Lydia of all people would say such a thing, for the truth was far more diabolical. But Lydia being…Lydia she tried to remain upbeat. “Everything will be fine.”

Down in the main hall however, Scar was checking out the beserker armor, which had gone silent and was standing still, just like you would see a suit of armor in any castle. Scar sniffed at it, picking up the scent of death – especially Mammon’s. Peeking his head around, wearing that rather large comical hat, Scar beamed at the armor.

“So you’re Beserker. Hehe. Oh what it must have been like to have that poncy prince die within you. Lydia owns you too. How about that? She owns me too!” The Alp folded his arms and leaned on the armor, whose skull helm slowly turned and then a hollowed voice called out from within.

“HAee-see teae ah-fe, oh-fe-kuk EAY qeay-de-de zwahq ooahee qwoh-see EAY peoh-fe kukah, Z-peoh-lu.”

(translation: “Put me on, and I will show you what I can do, Scar.”)

The alp’s ears pricked and he then stepped back from the towering armored suit.

“Oh no no no no. I ain’t that stupid. I’m not Mister Greedy pants.”

The suit of armor shrugged and then chuckled long and loud, enough to make the alp step back further.

“I don’t think I like you.”



That said, the Alp shape shifted into a large Cheshire cat with the silly hat still on and went strolling up to the throne room. In the middle of the throne room, was the most grand chair you ever did see. It was finished with velvet cushions. Beautiful and ornate. The perfect place for a cat nap. Leaping up onto the throne, the cat pawed and poked at the seat, till turning around enough to then sit down and sleep.






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