[KINGDOM] Greed : Main Hall.
Razorbackwriter: The bloody remains of what was Raul’s latest conquest was strewn all about the room. The satin sheets awash with the dark crimson stain that dripped upon the floor leaving small puddles. In the middle of the room however, Lydia was admiring her new face. She kept touching her cheek bones and turning this way and that in front of the mirror. She no longer even looked like Lydia, but had taken on the face of the girl that unknowingly sacrificed her life. Raul sighed as he stood in behind her, almost bored with it all. The things he had to do, in order to keep Lydia amused was tiresome. He was using her as much as she was using him. It was a partnership with similar goals. Lydia was the Demon of Ambition and Raul had many ambitions himself, that could be fulfilled if he played his cards right. The girl whose family would probably never know just what horrors befell her as she took her final breaths. Her skin was more or less ripped from her body leaving behind bloody entrails and bone. Lydia harvested the girl like a fine surgeon would if helping a burns victim. Now with a renewed sense of energy, she felt she could face those that remained downstairs. Little did she know that the ballroom had emptied out into the neighboring streets of Hell.
Taking up a fan, she waved it gently almost as she plotted her next scheme. But she would be interrupted as Raul let out a roar of anger. He could feel it. Something…something had broken one of his most prized possessions. The anger swelled and flowed through him as he started for the balcony. He threw open the shutter doors and marched out onto the platform that overlooked the Maze of Greed. His red eyes scanned the winding hedge walls and he sniffed the air. Turning on his heel he barked at Lydia.
“WHO IS IN THE MAZE?”
Lydia blinked, as she was too busy enjoying her new face. “What? Why? Just Scar and that….silly young witch.” Lydia was playing dumb for now. She had never seen Raul this enraged before. If his blood could boil this strongly over a trifle matter, she started to wonder if he was more of a threat than first thought.
“Someone…broke Bandit’s collar.”
“Whose Bandit?” Lydia again was clearly not up to speed on Raul’s list of lovers and toys. She edged out onto the balcony and gave a shrug of the shoulders. “Why are you worrying over some…girl when you have me?’
The flowers that bloomed in the small garden that lined the castle wall all started to wither and die as Raul’s face was now distorting to a very ugly version of himself. It was now no longer a matter to joke about. Raul didn’t love Lydia at all, and he threw his head back and started laughing. “Just cause you have a new face, doesn’t mean I don’t fancy others.”Truth was he hated losing what he believed belonged to him. To him, Bandit was a possession and one he intended on keeping. He had left her in the maze on purpose, but had not expected that anyone, let alone a young witch would have the power to remove the collar. It was the work of a greater power. It had to be. Lydia stomped her foot indignantly, when she heard Raul say that he fancied others. “I don’t share men.” But before she could get another word in….Raul vanished from sight. He was headed to the maze….to find Bandit and the one that removed the collar.
Lydia let out a loud scream as she threw her fan at the wall.
“I DON’T SHARE!”