Kingdom of Alteria : Alterian Palace (2) – Shattered Dimensions.

It is comical how the Queen is able to deal with the likes of the wayward tourist and the wide eyed Kitsune.  Her kindness however knows no bounds.

Scene setting : Kingdom of Alteria : Alterian Palace – Scattered Dimensions.

Co-written with Tsu and Kiri.

Tsu:  
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After a couple of minutes of listening and silence, Skylar thought about the request and what the girl said. It was rather interesting on what she said and finding out officially who she’s related too. Looking directly at her, she wondered how far the girl must of traveled, her face was emotionless as always cause of her out put. ” Ms. Yamazaki, apology accepted. It is fine, since you’re not an ordinary being as I see, since you introduced yourself. As for your questions, I’m afraid I can’t help you there dear. Nor could the king, we have both been here long but, not long enough to know of him or where he is.” She said truthfully and took a small breath as she gave a slight smile but, it faded seconds after. ” I can see you’re aimed on finding him, all I can say is, just don’t give up and keep looking. But of course you’re right, no one should ever doubt a legend or myth. Many things make up this world and more possible things outside of this place, yet to be discovered I believe. This is just my own personal opinion on it, I’m sure if you keep looking you’ll come across something. That is all I can offer from here.” Skylar said and leaned back.

Skylar’s eyes had been watching the male in the room, his bowing and kneeling was rather funny. A chuckle escaped her lips shortly after he walked right up to her, no fear what so ever. This man must of been rather comical from how he’s speaking and how he’s acting. Seeing the phone shoved up she arched and eyebrow and stared at the thing, it was rather amusing. ” Mr.Grant, you’re a rather brave soul too.. any other person and they’d have you surrounded by guards and escorted out of the room. Mind your manners, I shall not tolerate having none, you shouldn’t be so free open with people. It could get you killed at some point.” She said strictly and relaxed a bit, once the stuff ended she had snapped her fingers, signaling for something in the back to come shortly. ” As for whether I like it or not, that is my own private life which, I shall not discuss with strangers. But, I will give you a token for being able to stand there.” After those words the doors open again, a guy coming up with two long items wrapped in black cloth, tied together by a white ribbon. The shape of the items was unknown but, you could tell as it got closer, two swords to be exact. ” The two weapons on your back, I presume aren’t completely there. So I offer you real authentic ones, hopefully you enjoy. Now, if you are lost I can have my guards escort you back to the party.” The queen said lastly and crossed her left leg over her right, resting her hands in her lap watching both them.

 

Kiri:  

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Yep. It was official. Kasumi had a what in the hell moment. Like, literally. Her first thought when the boy began to gush: WHAT IN THE LITERAL HELL IS HE DOING! She even took a step back with the proper look on her face, her eyebrows high and eyes wide, her ears perked up high and her mouth just barely open with one corner twitching. Was this guy really… serious? I mean, really, going up to a Queen and acting like . . . like . . . THAT?! WOW! Seems like there are idiots in the world after all….. But in the end, at that very last part, she could hear the video and had to cover her mouth in order to prevent from snickering, however that didn’t work out very well as she couldn’t stop herself in the end. She ended up bursting into full-blown laughter the moment she tried to stop it. She hunched over, holding her stomach with one hand as her body shook with the force of each laugh.

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“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Then came the last part. His last comment. She. She just couldn’t. Kasumi began to laugh even harder, falling onto her back as she rolled from one side to the next, laughing with tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t help it, this was hilariously priceless. “I dress up as a furry fox sometimes too.” Her tail was exposed now, and her cloak had come undone, but she didn’t care, oh wow this was hilarious! Once Kasumi had gotten her laughter under control, she flipped herself up, crossing her legs and placing her hands on the floor in between them with her long, fluffy tail wagging behind her. The color of it was actually just like that of her ears, which only really completed the look as she wiped away the tears and let the final fits of laughter end.

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“Oh.. that was priceless. That made my day.”

Kasumi looked up at the Queen immediately after listening to her speak to the man, not even looking at her whenever she gave him the swords. Hmm… someone needed to keep an eye on a guy like that with swords, perhaps Kasumi should stick around for a little longer with him getting twin swords. There was a chance he had no idea how to use them at all. Which meant he was as much a threat to himself as others. But who knew, appearances were deceiving. Kasumi listened to the Queen’s words and nodded, looking visibly down in all honesty. Her ears drooped and her eyes narrowed softly, glistening softly. It wasn’t much of a surprise, but it was still hard hitting in the end. Kasumi got up quietly, picking up her cloak as she moved to leave at the Queen’s words, speaking back at her the moment she got to the door.

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“I thank you your majesty, I’ll do just that. He has to be somewhere. And I plan to sock him right in the nose the minute I see him.”

With a hand against the door, she simply turned back, her ears flicking softly as her tail gave a single rustle, calling back to the man before he got himself into trouble.

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“Mister Taylor! You should probably be coming with me as well!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria – Alterian Palace.

Have you ever done something and totally not bothered to think of the ramifications first? Well, that is how it was with our happy go lucky tourist, Grant. He had never met Royalty before, unless you count Queen Armidala from Star Wars at a convention, but it was really a guy with a five o clock shadow – didn’t count. This was the real Queen of Alteria, and while she put up with Grant’s behavior for a moment, she soon made it very clear that he had overstepped some bounds with his questions. Nervously, Grant reached into his pocket and took out his small mouth freshening spray and quickly did two little squirts into his gob. Smacking his lips as he fumbled to put it away quickly and offer the Queen a sheepish grin.

“I…I’m so sorry, your Imperial Majesty. I tend to get excited sometimes.” The poor guy started bowing profusely, again and again as he backed up a little, only snapping back to snatch the smart phone.

“Heh..” Oh he was sure she was going to say..“Off with his head…” next and he stared around nervously, only hearing the wicked laughter of Miss Chatterbox back on the floor of the throne room. Grant blinked at the girl, who was really enjoying the lad’s torment. Grant crinkled up his face, flushing madly. His cheeks aflame.

But much to the young man’s surprise, the Queen was going to be more than gracious. She had summoned her guards to bring Grant a gift. Well, two actually.

” The two weapons on your back, I presume aren’t completely there. So I offer you real authentic ones, hopefully you enjoy. Now, if you are lost I can have my guards escort you back to the party.”

They were the real deal authentic katana swords. They were shiny and big and…REAL. They must have been worth a fortune and the poor guy, well, aside from his jaw dropping and displaying a little bit of drool, it actually gave him an erection.

“Sssswords?” Yes…swords.

“Oh…oh…OH…oh…Oh God….I’m gunna…” Luckily he stopped himself as the two replicas on his back were replaced with the real ones by the guards. Grant just stared up at the Queen as though she was an Angel from Heaven. “…..cry…” He sniffed loudly and then took out a huge handkerchief with his initials on it and blew his nose loudly.

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“It’s the….it’s the ….nicest thing anyone ever did for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

No doubt the giggling girl behind him was lapping this up. To see this nobody, this nothing of a person being granted such a token from the Queen….it was something. With the swords safely secured on his back, the man started with the bowing…all over again.

“May you have the best fortune, your Majesty. May you have many happy times with your King. May he grant thee lots of love…and kisses…and….bedroom delights.”

That one kinda went over the line, but he was now walking backwards quickly and out of the room, only to hear the girl with the big vocabulary calling after him.

“Mister Taylor! You should probably be coming with me as well!”

Blinking as he had just left the Throne room, he looked back at the girl with the ears, tail…oh wow, fluffy tail.

“Are you going back to the Furry convention at the hotel?” Yep, Grant thought she was a furry.

“Nice furs. Whose your designer?”

Clueless….totally clueless.

~RB~

 

Tsu:  Laughing filled the room and the queens icy eyes went to the sound. Seeing the girl cracking up, the queen’s soft pinkish white lips turned into a smile. It was rather amusing, the boy in front of them and it was indeed a laughing matter. Slowly her lips went back into a normal thin line, seeing her cloak fall off she simply watched and noticed her tail and ears. She was a Kitsune then? That was rather amusing as she washed the thought away seeing her walk towards the door and call the guy. Seeing as the queen enjoyed the company she wanted them to leave at the moment, it was just how she was. Skylar had seen Grant become compose and tighten up, which was really good for the man. Hearing his stutter and apology she simply let out a small sigh. Seeing his bow she lifted her hand slightly a bit ” You don’t need to bow Mr.Grant, It is perfectly fine. I’ll let it slip for now, just know for any other time.” She murmured a bit and let another sigh escape her lips once more. Looking to the guards that handed him the weapons she realized he must of been really happy at that moment. A second later she scanned him and noticed something, a erection? Was this guy for real? ” Well, I guess strange things turn people on, not that I’m one to complain..” She thought to herself and noticed how he was sniffing and about to cry, it made her slightly annoyed but, happy. Hearing his words of the king a small blush came to her cheeks but quickly vanished after, her not wanting to reveal anything about ‘that’ subject.

” You’re most welcome Mr.Grant, please take care of them. They’re once in a life time things, I don’t want them to get ruined. Also.. thanks for the compliments and may we both hope.” she said teasingly at the last part and snickered once again. The queen realized him walking out after the girl and let out a sigh of relief from them leaving. Hearing about the fur she simply shook her head, he was clueless about what she really was and a thought struck her head. ” Ah Mr.Grant, you’ll be in for a surprise for her. Oh, by the way, you might want to get your little problem handled.. It’s rather noticeable, once you look clearly at it. You’re both welcome and may you both fare well on your departure.” Skylar said and leaned back comfortably in her chair as they walked out. Her right arm went to lay against the arm rest, her hand going up and the side of her head resting on the palm. Thoughts wondered through her head and she also pondered on where her king was at this moment.

 

(Moves on to the Tourist district.)

 

Beware the Ginger – Fable of Swords.

 

Never trust a smiling cat, or a woman who seeks to plot the demise of a man.  Dominique learns of the mistreatment of one of her workers by a drunken husband.  With Ava in attendance, a plan is put together to benefit both women.

Domi’s Slave market and Spa

Co-written with Chor and Moo.

 

Chor:  

Mala lit up at the praise from the woman, bowing lowly with respect towards her mistress. Her short, light-blond locks, which had been haphazardly sliced by her husband in a fit of drunken rage, bounced as she did so. He didn’t want anyone else taking a liking to her, so stealing her beauty was his only way of ensuring that she stayed his. Pulling herself back up from the bow, was harder than the long distance she’d walked to her mistresses market this morning. The smile, though, was painted still upon her face.

“Much thanks, my lady. I only aim to do as you would wish me to,” she replied, returning then to her duties as ‘mother hen’. The girls were stopped and she scooted them along with taps to the ankles from her toes. Tim nearly scared Mala as he came up beside her; the jump following her gasp was far more obvious than she would have wanted it to be. Her eyes traveled up to look at him as they walked.

“It is disheartening to see the mistress in such an upset; a great sadness falls upon the house when she is distressed,” Mala replied, biting her lip. Domi is a very strong, independent woman, but even the greatest have faults. His next question was easy to answer.

“Are there ever any complaints from me?” She asked, her smile returning for a brief moment as his eyes met hers. What she was in them was a different kind of discussion. One she didn’t feel was appropriate to be having. It happened, though, and he mentioned her husband. Her eyes averted feverishly and she rubbed her upper arm with a calloused hand, rough with years of scrubbing the servant’s feet with pumice. The clients like the girls’ feet soft…

“He was just intoxicated; I disobeyed a direct order and I deserved to be punished. It’s not his fault. He didn’t mean to hurt me; only teach me a lesson,” she said, her answer almost monotone. She grew tired of this excuse, but usually it got her out of trouble.  

 

Moo:  Ava scoffed while her redheaded friend joked about the event to be held later that evening. She cleared her throat and grinned a little mischievously. Dominique certainly did flaunt it. Flaunted it all. One had to admire the wealth she had gained for herself. Sure, she had a name thanks to her late husband, but it was easily dismissed. Who needed a man to make themselves healthy and happy? Ava certainly felt she could accomplish anything with her own resolve. No man needed to guide her needlessly. One thing they were good for…well, Dominique had that all figured out. Ava casually turned her attention to the commotion off to the corner of the room, as she looked onto the mother hen of the coop. The woman was lovely to look at with her fair skin and pale hair. Certainly someone who grabbed a lot of attention without any real effort. “Lovely work, Dominique,” Ava commended in a lighter voice. “You’re right. I’ve never been so impressed with someone’s work as I am with yours, given your trade.” The small smile she offered was as genuine as her words. Despite the abrupt subject change, Ava didn’t mind a single bit. She would prefer to take it to a lighter subject anyhow. Linking arms with the redhead, she acted gentlemanly in her pursuit for the bar, to make herself comfortable. Tim had wandered in the other direction, perhaps to speak some peace to mother hen. His presence would be missed, though not for long as Ava’s attention was brought to a gossiping Dominique. Ah, the woman had a way with words. Petals sagging with morning dew. “Quite the lady I’m talking to,” she said playfully, teasing. However, her smiling face became somewhat quizzical, debating over what she could say. Or rather, cared to say. “What any woman would enjoy, I suppose… I was enjoying the sight seeing this evening as much as you were, lady.” Another grin.

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The Slave market and Spa

Tim continued to offer a stern expression when Mala, when she mentioned that her husband had just been intoxicated. Her excuse for his latest round of violence upon her was due to her disobeying a direct order and that she actually deserved the punishment that she got. The eunuch continued to look at her with his lips now drawn into a flat line. When wasn’t her husband drunk? He was well known for favoring spending all her earnings and then some at the gambling houses and the taverns. As far as Tim was concerned the man was a coward – always running from a fight with a man, but more than happy to beat the living daylights out of his wife. Tim well knew that without her income to support his nocturnal habits, that he would be a beggar in the streets, and not living the life he now enjoyed.

“Teaching you a lesson? Really? Do you take me for a fool, Mala? That man is nothing more than a wife beating sadist who deserves the taste of the belt, far more than you do. I have never known you to go against orders whilst in the service of the Mistress. In fact, she praises you constantly and is most proud to have you in her employ.” Tim was right of course, and Mala knew this deep down. Lady Dominique did show respect for those that had earnt it, and in the time that Mala had worked for her, she had done nothing that went against the house rules.

Tim rounded on the girl and then stared at her with a look that may well send a chill down the spine of anyone of lesser standing.

“All you have to do is say the word. Your life could change in a blink, and he would never be found.”

Was he suggesting murder? Whispers had been said about just how far Lady Dominique’s power went. It was not so much that she was a favored niece of the King, but there had been rumors that she kept assassins and others on her books, that would be more than happy….no, they would consider it an honor to rid the world of the stain like Mala’s husband, and no one would be the wiser.

“Think about it.” The eunuch nodded for her to carry on with her duties, before turning away and heading towards the bar on the other side of the courtyard, where Dominique’s sweet laughter was to be heard.

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“A lady? Me? Ahahaha.” Dominique slapped her thigh with her closed fan and had a happy tear like glaze to her eyes.“Oh no. My dear, I know very well what people say of me….and the best part is all of it is true. Every..last detail.” A wide grin played upon the ginger haired Mistress’s lips. “Oh those chaste wives of the nobles of this city would simply curl up and die if they knew that all their men came to this very house to be serviced.” Reaching for Ava’s hand, she leaned in to whisper. “After years of popping out puppies, those women have clit lips like awnings. Flapping back and forth in the breeze and they applaud themselves when they walk.” Dominique let out a giggle, before wrinkling up her nose. ” What man wants that?” She leans back and throws her arm over her chair casually. “So…they come to me, where they know they get exactly what they want with the most lithe of slaves, that fill all their earthly and…hedonistic desires.”

Sucking again on the straw of her cocktail which was served in a coconut, and called “Creme of Fuzzy nuts”, she let out a sigh. “It’s funny how easily a man talks when he has been duly satisfied. Oh …the things I know about the people of this city. I could have any man I want, and then….I blackmail them for all they have. They want to tell, but then find that they can’t.” The truth of Dominique’s wicked ways were only now just being scratched along the surface. She was a mere human being, but had all the talents and shrewdness of a succubus.

“In a man’s world it is win or die. It is a world that few women survive and yet…here we are.” She spoke of Ava in this sense, strongly admiring her for all she had built in her youth.

Tim soon appeared behind his Mistress and then whispered into her ear. What he said, caused Dominique to frown, and cast her eyes towards the bathhouse, where the latest lot of girls were to be washed. The eunuch finished speaking and stood to attention, as the Mistress could be seen plotting something….something horrid. Her mood changing in an instant.

Someone…was going to die.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Ava sure was getting an earful from Dominique. Luckily all to be amusing as she was corrected on her last statement. The woman lifted a brow as she smirked, lifting her own drink to sip from. “How interesting; a woman with a pride that rules even my own. I am impressed with you, as always, Dominique.” The woman surely had a way with words, as she referred to other women’s physical issues, compared to those of the women she kept under roof in this love nest. It had her chuckling, to say in the very least. She had to place a hand over her mouth and set her drink down quickly before she sputtered it all over the bar while she first heard the remarks. And it continued to get better, until the subject took a more serious turn. “I’m sure,” Ava agreed, her hand being taken from her mouth as she had regained her composure. “It’s an admirable quality about you, surely. I’m not ashamed to admit I sought you for your connections. And money.” She pinched her fingers together, rubbing them back and forth greedily for coin, grinning. “It was worthwhile to seek your partnership; I have made more progress since. And! I have made quite an interesting friend with you.” That being said, it was easily agreeable that few women were as strong as them; the admiration between them was very mutual. “Indeed, here we are…” Ava raised her drink as if to give a toast to the statement, though she wouldn’t get anything in return. Tim had come to tell her something…something that apparently required urgent attention as Dominique’s face twisted into something foul. Enough that Ava could tell her business here was done. Or, she had a business opportunity. She tilted her head, slowly stirring her drink as she looked over the brooding ginger. “Can I be of use to you in another way this evening?” A small smile crossed her lips. Of course if she was turned down, she took no hard feelings; Dominique knew she would be in it for the coin rather than the gossip.

 

Chor:  Mala shuddered as Tim berated her. She had not meant to insult his intelligence, but usually there were a few excuses she threw around that got her off the hook. He was right, however, and Mala was not one to disregard authority. Her husband, on the other hand, had a very different set of orders he often forced upon her. To work in the house of the Lady was her job, but her duty was a wife was very often far-streched by her wretched spouse. Suddenly, Tim came to a stop and following him Mala, too slowed her steps to a quiet stop. Too abrupt and she feared she might break down. As her legs stood still, the flesh between them cried in thanks, still suffering from a violent night.

“Thank you,” she said, though she only meant half of it. Sure, she’d thought of it. Oh, how she’d imagined it. A life without him? Terrible.Killing him would be the most pleasurable part of it. Poisoning, pushing him down a well, maybe slitting his throat. All would end with her losing her hard-earned coin to his sister in a town neighboring this. The woman, Paola was almost a scary as her twin brother…Mala’s husband Paolo. She would force Mala from her home, her job, and eventually she knew that Paola would have her as a sex slave and not just a servant. A slave woman without her scumbag husband was just as bad off as one with. She had no claim to anything as a woman because of her exceptionally low status and though her husband was no one special, he had just the right gender to get away with anything. Tim moved to leave Mala and she forced thoughts of her sad existence out of her head. Back to work, it was.

As she reached the baths, it seemed the tear-fest had already begun. Mala slipped off the day’s garb, showing only in her washdress. This piece was flimsy compared to her normal attire, but the others usually disrobe completely. Of course, the bruises, cuts, etc, were easily seen by the room, which brought her much shame, but were they to see underneath her washdress there would be an even bigger gasp of terror running through the house. Of course, the women here would not have to worry about such atrocities, but they couldn’t yet know how good they would be taken care of. As Mala took up a pumice stone, she snatched a sniffling girl’s foot from the water and began scrubbing the filth from her feet. Hours of soaking would not do good enough what she could do in ten minutes. As the working of the girls had finally begun and the talk died down to small whispers, Mala began her song. It was a ritual she always performed and she found for some reason it always helped the girls relax…and even made them more compliant.

Weep not poor children, for life is this way…

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Slave Market and Spa

It was only when Tim had stood behind his Mistress regally, that Dominique came out of deep thought and then suddenly found herself grinning at Ava. What perfect timing to offer her services in another way outside of the orgy that was planned at midnight. Crossing her legs beneath the sheer silk of her dress, Dominique inhaled and then as casually as they came, she started to lay out her plans.

“Why Ava, I have this trifle little matter that has been giving me some grief as of late.”

Tim stared down at his Mistress, knowing full well where this was going. He had explained the situation of her best slave keeper being beaten again, and now it had finally come to a head.

“There is this man in town. Name is Paolo. Turns out that the man has done some terrible things and to make matters worse he owes me for the damage he has done. Now, I could send out Johan to deal with him myself, but…you see, the man is something of a coward. He believes women are beneath him, and I dare say he would not even imagine that one could outsmart him in a game of chance.”

Taking out a large bag of coins, she dropped it on the table just in Ava’s reach.

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“There is a gaming house and slum whore shack that he frequents during the nights that his wife works. I am asking well, as a friend, if you would take this money and use it to lure him into a game ….that he can’t win.” That devilish gleam came into her eyes, as she pursed her lips in a cheeky fashion. “He would be so bold to bet everything he has to win when he has had enough to drink. And I want it all.” There was no mistaking the determination in her voice now. ” Course, you will be compensated for your efforts. That…and you get to see a man grovel at your feet. What do you say? Knock up a notch for the women of this city?’

Dominique picked up her drink from the table, taking a long and leisurely sip.

~RB~

 

 

Ruby – Part Six : SS.

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We follow Valmont and Ruby as the Ambassador gives the young hooded mute a tour of the Embassy.  All good intentions however bring back memories, that the girl cannot suppress.

Scene setting: The Embassy of Hell – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu: This place was amazing; everywhere Ruby went, Valmont had something that would show off just how wealthy he truly was. Just by his house alone, Ruby knew the kind of man Valmont was. Without words to speak, Ruby could see people in a far different light than others who could speak. She was very observant, and even if she was distracted, it didn’t mean she was paying attention. Despite these flaws, Ruby still loved Valmont the way he was. Without his help, she’d still be drifting from one place to another, endlessly finding nothing that would give her comfort.

She heard the servants speaking to Valmont, yet didn’t pay them any mind. She was too busy seeing this… empty room. It was just a room, with nothing in it. Was this the place where dance happens? Ruby wasn’t sure how you could do this… whatever it was, in a place where there was nothing in it. She’d find out soon enough.

Ruby looked up at Valmont, who had taken her hand and waist in his hands. This felt weird, and she even had a small blush to compliment this feeling. Valmont was really close to her; it was no problem to be around him, but being this close, Ruby could now see just how beautiful he really was. Her eyes, which weren’t exposed thanks to the hood, were drifting to the floor so she wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of Valmont. She only followed Valmont’s lead, and this dance was… pretty good. Ruby felt like she was drifting on air, and Valmont was the one to lead her across the sky. She did look up at him after pushing aside her emotions, which was a bit overbearing, and only pulled herself right against Valmont. She could dance like this forever, being in the arms of someone who cared.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

The music drifted around the room, enveloping Valmont’s senses as he let himself become one with Ruby in the dance. It was a natural high that to many would be hard to understand. The closeness of contact, and moving to the tune of the music in a dance that was as old as time itself. By the look on Ruby’s face, she too was being caught up in the magic of the dance. She was following on in perfect unison with the Ambassador, as he took her around the floor in sweeping circles that would make anyone feel light headed.

The show of blush on Ruby’s cheeks looked adorable, in Valmont’s mind. It was interesting for him, to find her react so. The Ambassador could not hide his smile which would be infectious. If only Ruby was able to do the same. The crude stitching would limit this ability, but does one really need lips to smile? Eyes can too.

When Ruby looked up into Valmont’s eyes, the Ambassador whispered.

“You are very light on your feet, Lady Ruby”

Of course she was. For such a girl that could wield a great weapon, there was practically nothing of her and she floated along the marble floor surface with ease and grace. Not bad for a first time.

When the song came to its glorious end, the Ambassador simply held Ruby for a moment, staring into her eyes. Was it possible for her to bewitch the incubus. He was having to keep himself well under control, which was a good thing….for both of them.

“That was wonderful.” The Ambassador bowed low from the waist once he let her go and gave her space. “I would like very much to do that again sometime.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby just stared at Valmont in the eyes as they graced the floor with their motions. When she realized, in the middle of the dance, that she was just staring straight into his soul, as her eyes were seemingly lifeless, she just brought her head down to make contact with his chest. She wanted to bury herself in it for looking so dumb, but nearing the end of the dance, she had the confidence to look up at him again. By that time, the dance had already ended it’s run and so too did the music. Valmont was so sweet to her, treated her like she was something precious to him and this was a feeling that Ruby had always wanted but now that she did, Ruby didn’t know exactly how to take it. Her chest was beating like mad drums from the thoughts running through her head. It really was a good thing they stopped, she could compose herself.

However, just because the dance ended didn’t mean their closeness did. As their eyes locked onto each other, her blush became far more red and she even got a bit transparent from this encounter. Without thought, she actually wasn’t becoming a ghost at random moments; it really had to do with her emotions. Of course, that wasn’t what Ruby was thinking about. When Valmont bowed to her, and gave her some space to breath, she just held her hands against her chest. Never in her life, during her time in Hell, has she felt such a warm feeling. Could ghosts even feel warmth?

 

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The Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but feel the swelling of pride when Ruby placed her head to his chest as they danced. This contact was unique to Valmont. The girl had been careful in showing herself, let alone letting her emotions drive her movement. Was she shy of how she felt at this moment, or was she feeling a real closeness towards the Ambassador? Valmont moved his hand towards the centre of her back and caressed it with a feather like gentle touch. Even though he was an evil creature by nature, he was more than capable of affection, and this was what she deserved. His own head lowered and to look at them from afar, you may be mistaken for thinking that the were more than just friends.

After the bow that he presented to her in gratitude for the dance, it was Ruby who kept her hands upon his chest. It was at this moment, that Valmont happened to notice that she became in part translucent. What was causing this, he wondered to himself. He wouldn’t question her of course. Why ask something that may upset her? That was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he brought his hands up to be placed over her own. A beautiful smile playing upon his lips.

“You are the most intriguing girl I have ever met, Lady Ruby.”

Normally he would be off again speaking of the next room that they should visit, or acting more like a dignitary, but he wished to be more than that. Valmont wanted to find out more about the girl. How she came to be in Hell for starters, and who would do such a thing as to silence her forever more. Valmont’s heartbeat was now the only sound that could be heard. Powerful and strong beneath his chest. His silver hair rested upon his broad shoulders, and he looked very much how you would expect an incubus to look. His thumbs slowly caressing Ruby’s soft skin.

For once, he was lost for words.

~RB~

 

Zu:  These emotions that Ruby were just now experiancing started to take it’s toll. It’s not that her body couldn’t handle it, nor that her mind could, but just the sudden rush of compassion shown by Valmont was enough to make her go crazy. She had heard of this word, but never knew what it meant; love. Is that what Valmont was displaying, the word love? Ruby, by the words combined with the hands over hers made her lose it and her whole body grew transparent, so that Valmont could not feel her warm skin, which was all thanks to him. Being invisible now, Ruby suddenly panicked and ran out the room, almost in tears. Only the sound of her footsteps could be heard, and it was the only thing Valmont knew about if he chose to follow her.

Ruby, if asked to stop, couldn’t hear him. Everything was happening to fast, and there was just no way that someone could make her feel this way. Ruby just didn’t know what to do with herself; she had seemed to grow attached to Valmont but now, now she couldn’t be in the same room as him. She wept and because of that blurry vision, she was hitting the walls. Of course, being a ghost, she could easily go through it. She was outside now, back at the courtyard where Valmont had consumed his food. She dropped there, her body shaking from the raw emotions and switching uncontrollably from transparent to visible.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Music attracts the most unlikely of guests, and while Valmont had been dancing with his young charge Ruby, another was watching from high in the ceiling. She had been wandering across the realms of Hell, amused by the carryings on by the likes of Greed and Pride. Now she had come to visit what was an old…family friend. Little did she know that Valmont had been entertaining the young Miss Ruby. Like a spider, Charlotte crawled across the roof silently, her hair hanging down as she tried to contain her mirth at the sight of the Ambassador dancing with the strange red hooded girl. She was like a voyeur at times, but that was just her way.

Down below, the Ambassador did not realize that his show of affection had caused Ruby to go completely transparent. But not only that she could no longer be felt. One moment, he was dancing with her, the next she vanished and the only way to tell that she had left the room was by her footfalls, as she ran away. Valmont lowered his arms to his sides, turning ever slightly, as he called out to her. “Ruby?” Had he done something to upset her? He hadn’t used his demon ways against her, in fact it was the opposite. Incubus were not supposed to feel or express an act of genuine love. This was what made it all the more unusual.

This was of course the perfect time for the girl high above to make her presence known.

“You frightened her away….” Charlotte said in a whimsical voice, before letting out a dark chuckle and descended from the ceiling on a strand of silver thread, before her feet bounced upon the floor.

“Ever heard of knocking, Ms Carrendar?”

Valmont didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

“And interrupt the dance? Why that would be rude, and you know me, I like to make an entrance.” The dark haired beauty winked at Valmont saucily, before skipping over to the door, to peak out and see where the girl had gone too. She tutted her tongue before looking back at Valmont.

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“Did you touch her ass?”

“No…I did no such thing.”

Charlotte pointed at him and then started to walk over with a saucy gait. “But you wanted to.” She grinned, flashing rows of perfect teeth.“Valmont and Ruby..sitting in a tree…K…I….S..S…”

“Enough with the games, Char. What are you doing here?” Valmont was becoming greatly annoyed with the young woman, who was practically giddy at getting under his skin. It was a game to her and she licked the top of her teeth before walking up and behind him.

“Greed is in trouble….again.”

Valmont raised a brow. He knew about the disaster of a ball, but nothing of what happened to Lydia. Clearly, Charlotte knew since she had been staying at the Greed Castle at the time. “Go on.” Valmont said dryly, only interested in this conversation due to the fact that what affected one kingdom, affected all.

“Remember….the suit that Mammon wore to his death?”

“Beserker….yes of course. Horrid thing that it is. The fool was mad for wearing it.”

“Someone stole it. Right….from under Lydia’s nose.”

“Well….”

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“Mhm…” Charlotte grinned widely. “Servants…of Sloth.” Why would Charlotte find this so amusing? What was worse, why did the Ambassador suddenly find this very amusing. So, Sloth wanted Beserker? For what possible purpose? Charlotte picked at an imaginary speck of dust on Valmont’s coat and blew it away, as she could see the cogs in Valmont’s mind were turning.

“I suppose this means I should pay them a visit.” Valmont pushed Charlotte’s hand away, which made her pout in a mocking fashion. “And do what? You want to see if Belphegor is derp enough to put it on?”

Valmont snickered loudly. “That’d make my day.” But soon the smile faded from his face, as he remembered that he still had to find Ruby. She was either somewhere in the building or outside. He glanced down at Charlotte who was waiting to see what the Ambassador had planned. “What?” She didn’t like how he changed from being the scoundrel that he was, back to this pompous ambassador. “But really, I can’t. Not yet. I need to find Ruby.”

Charlotte blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes. “Fine…go find your little hooded dolly and play. I think I will go and entertain myself with your staff.” Charlotte blew Valmont a kiss, before sashaying out of the room, headed for Zachary’s office.

Valmont, now alone – pulled on the edges of his jacket, and headed out in the opposite direction for the Embassy gardens, in search of Ruby.

 

~RB~

 

Zu:  Her body, her mind, down to her very soul and everything in between was going haywire. Ruby didn’t now what to do with herself. She didn’t have a mouth to scream, maybe to lessen the pain but with her voice lost to the people responsible, Ruby couldn’t do such a thing. The only thing she could do was cry in silence as her image faded and came back like a flicker of a lightbulb. She covered her eyes, shaking terribly and all for what; it was only someone who cared for her. It was nothing special, but to Ruby it was everything. Not once in her life here in Hell had she ever encountered someone who actually gave a damn about her existence. Any time there was a chance, her ghostly powers took over and she wouldn’t interfere with their lives in the slightest. This however, was different, and Ruby couldn’t handle all of these emotions that were hitting her skull like a sledgehammer.

Maybe Ruby needed to kill something, or someone. That could possibly cheer her up, but without the will to even move from her downed position, she wasn’t going to do that. Her mind was so fragile, that another problem came about. Memories, though they were not ones that Ruby knew of. She didn’t know what that even meant but right before her eyes, flashes of blurry images spun through her head like a cog out of control. None made sense, but she did see a few things that stood out. An image of a hag, herself looking human and a flash of light. WHAT THE HELL DID ALL THIS MEAN!?

 

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The Embassy of Hell

Walking along the corridor, Valmont saw that the door to the gardens was opened, and though it may not have been the direction that Ruby had taken in her flight from the ballroom, it didn’t hurt to take a look outside to see if this was where she had gone. The ambassador grew concerned as he walked out the garden door, and cast his eyes across the vast estate. He happened to glance down to where he and the other staff, along with Ruby had enjoyed a light meal. It was down there that he happened to spot the crimson red hood. This is where she had ended up.

Valmont didn’t run down to be at her side. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her all the more, though he was still unsure as to why she ran in the first place. Had no one ever shown that they had cared for her before? Valmont was not one to know, since he had not yet been able to get much out of her, apart from a nod, and the dance of course.

Ambling down, he walked with his arms at his sides with a troubled expression. It didn’t take much to see that Ruby was deeply distressed. He stopped a good few feet from her and bowed his head.

“I’m sorry…if I upset you.” His words were almost a whisper. “I felt the need to touch you, and if that was inappropriate, than I can’t do enough to beg your forgiveness.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby suddenly stopped her shaking when she heard Valmont’s voice. The man that made all this happen, both good and bad, was now right behind her. She turned her head, and slowly let her hood drop down and Valmont would be greeted by a face full of saddness. Her tears flooded her face and made her look quite ugly. Even her stitches got wet, but the one good thing was that her disappearing act was slowly coming to a halt. She just stared at him, almost into his soul, as if asking a question she couldn’t form. One word, there was one word that continued to flash in her mind and scatter all around Valmont. It was the only word she could see. Remembering her board, Ruby, with a shaky hand, grabbed it and tried her best to create this word. She used her entire hand to write it out, and the word was hardly visible when Valmont would see it due to her poor hand-writing but that one word spoke volumes.

Hurts.

 

The Maze of Greed – Part Fifteen : SS.

One thing was for certain.  A reaper had come for the souls of those that were dying in the maze.  Question was, how many souls would he collect?

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed

Co-written with Dessy, Artie and Phyln.

 

Dessy:  Lydia was a fool. An ambitious, greedy fool. Sure, she may have been the Princess of Greed, but it was becoming too greedy that caused her death. Just like Mammon’s. Lydia was the Demon of Ambition, and her own ambition and Greed caused her demise. She also had a bad habit of underestimating people, like she did with Mariela. She underestimated the young witch, and Mariela just proved that she was much greater than Lydia thought.

The shocked expression on Lydia’s face caused the young witch to smile. Blood poured out from the wound, onto the shard itself and onto Mariela’s hands. Once she had pulled the shard out, Mariela spoke nothing as she stared at Lydia as she spoke. Mariela continued eyeing her down, watching with triumph and satisfaction as the Princess of Greed died in front of her. She spoke of how Mariela belonged in hell, but the witch still said nothing. That may be true… but Mariela has accepted her fate. It’s time Lydia did the same.

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“I will rule this kingdom like it deserves to be ruled.” Mariela spoke, before Lydia exploded into green slime that covered the maze walls, and got all over her own dress. She continued holding the shard of glass dripping in blood, her own hands covered in blood as she turned to Duggie, who was wiping some off of the green slime off of his face.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. But it needed to be done.” she spoke when she had walked up towards Duggie. “Our next priorty is to find Raul, my brothers and the girls.” she spoke, walking in the direction they ran off to. She knew where they were. She followed their energy. She didn’t notice Scar’s face in the broken glass shards from the mirror. Instead, she walked through the maze, the Giant following behind her.

———

Meanwhile, in another part of the maze, Tessa and Bandit had ran into a dead end. “Dammit!” Tessa cursed, turning around to try and find a path they haven’t already went to. “I hate mazes.” she spoke. She stopped when she heard a familiar voice calling to her, and she turned to see the brothers.

“Tess!” Sam called as him and his brother caught up with the girls. “Sean! Sam! What are you doing here?” Tessa called.”Raul is after you guys. He’s trying to find Bandit. Marie sent us after you in hopes we got to you guys before he did.” Sam spoke. “And where is Marie?” the brunette haired girl asked.

“She stayed behind with Lydia. She said she’d find us later.” Sean spoke up, causing a horrified look to appear on Tessa’s face. “You left her alone with Lydia?! She’s going to get herself killed!” Tessa panicked. What none of them knew, was that Mariela was indeed alive. And different… in more ways than imaginable. “She’ll be fine, I’m sure. Now we don’t have much time. Raul is after you and we have to move! Now!” Sean said, beginning to pull Tessa to follow Sam, who had already ran ahead. Eventually, the four of them were running through another part of the maze, hoping to either run into a way out or run into Mariela. Anything but Raul.

 

Artie:  Bandit cursed softly under her breath when Tessa and Bandit ran into a dead end, her teeth baring in frustration. “No kidding. I’m never going to even do one as a brain teaser ever again.” Though she would turn around, gazing at the voice calling a girl’s name – oh. The girl carrying her. Not as if Bandit ever got a formal introduction to any of them. “Oh, fantastic.” The words dripped with sarcasm at the mention of Raul. She would suck in her bottom lip and begin biting it, but only for a moment. “Lydia against Mariela?” There was no doubt in Bandit’s mind that Mariela wasn’t alive, if this Lydia was half as bad as everyone claimed her to be.

“Oh, more running. Yay.” Bandit winced, as they began moving once more. The jostles and bumps brought twinges of pain up and down her legs, her eyes closing with each cringe. “Eek. Ow. Ooh.” Another wince. “Son of a bitch.” She sighed softly, attempting to absorb some of the pain in her legs. Bandit kept her arms firmly around Tessa’s neck, though ached to rub her legs to relieve some of the intense and building pain. The slashes in them were beginning to open up again, blood leaking from her and back onto her clothing, through the dried bits to become wet once more. Tessa would surely begin to notice the wetness on her hands, and if she looked, they would be stained dark red.

“S-sorry..” Was all that the blonde could manage, speaking through the intensified pain. For once, she felt powerless as the reality crashed down on her. If push came to shove.. she was worthless. This thought, and this alone, scared her more than Raul ever could.

 

Phyln:  Content to have been ignored as the events of the maze persisted around him Solomon found his way to the bodies of the fallen hounds. Kneeling gently beside the first he pulled a small vial from his belt, upon uncorking it the body of the hound he knelt by began to shimmer with a black haze. As the whole corpse dissolved into the new essence it was quickly scooped up into the vial. Placing the cork back in the solid body of the hound formed again at his feet though different this time. Despite being a corpse it now seemed even more cold and lifeless as its original colors faded and gave way to greys. This was the same creature but now lacking any evidence of ever having life within it. He continued this process for the remaining bodies using a different vial each time.

Sliding the last vial back into his belt he felt a great tug from somewhere else within the maze. Standing and righting his cane on the ground he straitened his jacket and headed off, his free hand on the wall as he allowed the pull of the powerful life force that had perished lead him to the center of the maze.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Maze of Greed

~I blame you for the moonlit sky and the dream that died……..~

What a shock it was for a being such as Lydia to suddenly find herself standing in the same place, but all was black and white. Her fallen body was laying upon the ground in pieces…..green gloops of goo. Nothing of her was now recognizable and the spirit like Lydia opened her mouth to scream but no one was there to hear her. Lydia reached up to touch her face, and sure enough it was as she was before she had even become the Princess of Greed. She was just the Demon of Ambition in her true form – but a ghost.

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“I’m dead?” There was a pitiful sound as she started to realize that all her dreams had just died along with her. Lydia tried to touch the maze wall and her hand simply moved straight through, without even causing a rustling in the leaves. “I can’t be dead. i can’t!” She started to wring her hands, looking for Raul. Where was he in her maze? Following that cripple? How could he leave her in her moment of what was supposed to be her triumph?

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She screamed out again to nothing and no one….

Raul could not hear Lydia’s screams. How could he? It was not like he could hear the wail of a ghost. The warlock had no idea that the Princess of Greed had fallen at the hands of the young witch. Raul had bigger fish to fry. He wanted his girl back. Bandit, belonged to him -whether she understood that or not. Running now through the winding maze, he did begin to pick up the sound of voices up ahead.

“She’ll be fine, I’m sure. Now we don’t have much time. Raul is after you and we have to move! Now!”

It was one of the boys that had been with the witch. Aha. He heard the boy mention his name, which meant that the four of them were now working together to make their escape. But Raul was one tricky bastard. Stopping only for a moment he withdrew his lucky deck of cards and shuffled them wildly, before blowing on the deck. One, two, three….four queens of the deck spirited out of the cards and all appeared before their Master, one for each house. Spades, diamonds, Hearts and of course Clubs.

“Yes, Master?” They all chorused as they pawed and cooed at him with a haunting affection.

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“Find the boys and the human girl that has my Bandit!” Raul snarled at them all as he threw his hand in the direction in which the four went. Without waiting for a second command, each of the Queens hurried off like streaks of coloured light, laughing and cackling as they went. Darting through the maze at astonishing speed. Raul then turned around as he knew that Mariela might be on her way. Had she defeated the Princess of Greed?

Further up the track, Douglas was following along behind Mariela. How incredible it was that she had changed so much when rising to the task of fighting Lydia. It was almost like the girl had somehow changed. Douglas coughed as he trudged along.

“I’m sorry about the mirror, lassie” He truly was, and he happened to look down at the piece of shard that Mariela held in her hand and the Giant could have sworn he saw a reflection of a pair of eyes in the glass.

“Err…..little witch, how did you make the face in the shard?”

If she bothered to look, she would see Scar’s eyes staring at her sadly.

Up ahead the four Queens of Raul all caught up with the two boys, Tessa and Bandit as they tried to get away. Dashing in front of them, two of the Queens landed and then bared horribly fang like teeth at the four. Two stayed in back as they all raised their arms and started to chant loudly. Their chorus could be heard throughout the maze itself, and this was what finally brought Raul around the corner.

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“Well well well. Looks like you couldn’t find your way out, huh?” Raul had a smug expression, that was until the actual maze itself started to change….it was de-materializing right in front of their eyes. Lydia had brought it over from the Fallen mansion, and had used her magic to do it. With it now gone from her control, the maze was going back to where it truly belonged.

A few hundred metres away, Douglas was starting to go transparent.

“Little witch! Help me!”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  When they had stopped moving, Tessa couldn’t help but laugh at Bandit’s joke about the maze. Then the brothers had shown up, and Tessa had turned around. Hearing the words from Bandit’s mouth drip with sarcasm, Tessa looked down. “Don’t worry. We won’t let him have you.” she had spoke, before the three began running again. Tessa felt the wetness of her hands, and the entire time she heard Bandit’s words of pain. But they had to keep running.

“No worries. We’ll find a way to help you. I promise.” Tessa spoke. But the brothers had stopped in their tracks as two… women?… appeared in front of them. Tessa turned around, only to have two more appear behind them. “Shit.” the brunette cursed, stepping back in the middle with Mariela’s brothers. Sam stood in front and Sean stood behind, in an attempt to shield the two girls.

All of their heads turned at the sound of Raul’s voice. Sam opened to his mouth to speak, before the maze started to disappear. “Uh… What’s happening to the maze?” Sean asked. “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it’s not suppose to just disappear like this.” Sam said. Raul looked about as confused as they did, as the boys turned around to watch the maze disappear in front of them.

———

“It’s fine. You didn’t know.” Mariela spoke, her eyes still facing forward as she followed the path where her brothers had went off to. She stopped to give the Giant a confused look when he mentioned a face in the shard. “What?” she asked, before she held up the shard, stained with the blood of the fallen Princess of Greed. She saw Scar’s eyes, and her own eyes widened. “I’ll get you out of there, Scar. Promise.” she spoke, before moving her gaze back forward.

She was about to start walking again, but stopped as the maze seemed to suddenly disappear. “What’s happening to the maze?” she spoke out loud, turning around to look around as the hedges began to disappear. That’s when she remembered. “Lydia brought the maze from another dimension with her magic. When she died, her magic faded.” she spoke, but then the sudden realization hit that Douglas was part of the maze. “Oh no.” she spoke, whipping around to see Douglas going transparent.

“Little witch! Help me!”

Douglas called out, and Mariela started to panic. “Shit.” she spoke. Mariela didn’t know how to save Douglas, or the maze. But, she remembered that Lydia’s powers got absorbed into her when the collar locked onto her. Could that mean she had Lydia’s powers? It wasn’t possible. Mariela had to figure something out on how to save the giant. And she was quickly running out of time…

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Artie: Could nightmares become real? Bandit’s eyes widened quite a bit as the women began to appear.. How familiar. How terribly familiar.. God. “Same old tricks, Raul?” Her voice was strong, but inside.. Inside, she was dying. The last time she’d encountered these women, she’d been whisked away from her home in the slave market and into slavery.. Great. “Fucking great.” These words were much lower, so much so that probably only Tessa could hear.. The little thief glared pointedly at Raul then, the brief emotion of surprise quickly falling from her face to be replaced with irritation.

Though it would one more return to wonder at the beginnings of the disappearance of the maze, blue eyes gazing around in confusion. “What the..” No witty comment, despite being thought of briefly, could leave her mouth. She was far too engrossed in the transparency of the leaves, the field that they remained on slowly becoming visible. It was as though someone had selected the layer of the bushes in photoshop and was slowly lowering the opacity until it was no longer visible..

But was this another trick? Bandit’s hand moved slowly to her boot, beginning to take out the accompanying dagger. Such a small weapon, but effective if necessary… Should they run through the branches and escape while they were transparent? Would being transparent make them partially passable, with only some resistance? If her legs had been working, Bandit would have tested this. Her legs.. Her legs! The blood had begun to drip down Tessa’s hand, and since they stood still, a pool had begun to form underneath Bandit. She was bleeding out, and time was of the essence.. Would Raul realize this?

 

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Greed – The Masquerade Ball Maze

The Four Queens

Bandit would know this scene well. It was exactly the same one that had been played out in the agency where Raul and Bandit first met. He had used the card trick to trap her since she had tried to run from his clutches. The warlock set her onto a path that led her to another world, and be his slave. The only thing he didn’t count on was the fact that she had a friend that had watched over her. A certain black cat. A cat that had followed the Bandit everywhere she went. Another that had been cursed by the evil Raul. But the next series of events were going to be so out of this world, that it would leave all gasping in wonder. You see, the magic that brought the maze across from the realm of the Fallen mansion had also opened up doorways that before were never imagined possible. And so, with that same magic being pulled away with the Death of Lydia, those same doorways were opening again. Only this time as the maze appeared to be going back, along with the terrified Giant, another was slipping in. The leaves and branches of the maze were flickering on and off as the pull of magical power was lessening.

Raul looked as shocked as the others by what was happening. Bandit might have thought that this was one of his tricks, but it was clear by the look on his face that he had absolutely no clue at all. As the Queens danced and chanted, he snarled and raised his hand in an angered swipe, that saw the four Queens turn back into playing cards and fly back into his hands.

“I’M NOT THE ONE DOING THIS!” He roared in anger, spinning on his heel as he tried to think. It was in response to Bandit’s accusation. Her voice powered by the realization that she was facing the same game. Though the Warlock had just called off his own attack dogs. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black cat. Unlike the maze, it was not fading in and out. It was as real as everyone else was. But as it approached, it started to alter and change….it changed into….Habib. The same slave that had helped Bandit in the land beyond the mirror.

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The only thing was that he suddenly roared at Raul as great black wings exploded out of his back.

He was no simple slave….nor was he really a cat. With dark skin and eyes, he was truly a magnificent sight. He marched right up to Raul and stood with his face inches from Raul’s.

“The Princess of Greed is dead. Her hold over all things magical, is gone. The maze will leave Hell and return to it’s rightful place.” He spoke with a heavy Arabian accent, and you could see that he was far more powerful than Raul ever was. Raul was about to snap something foul at the dark one before him, but before he could Habib’s eyes fell upon the pool of blood that was at Bandit’s feet. It was clear to him, that the girl was bleeding out. Oh, if you could see the anger, the fury in the dark creature’s eyes. They flashed back at the hapless Warlock, as he simply pushed him out of the way. Crossing the ground and with the simple wave of his hand, he had the boys step aside. Habib came right up to Tessa and then he made a very noble bow.

“She is dying. Only I can save her.” Habib looked to Bandit, his face surely recognizable, but not his current form. “Let me take her to where she will be safe and I may heal her.”

“NO!….SHE IS MINE!” Raul roared, overhearing Habib’s words. He was not about to give Bandit up without a fight. Habib went to scoop the girl easily out of Tessa’s arms, as he looked back over his shoulder at the enraged Warlock.

“She goes with you, she dies. What you want with a corpse, hmm? Haven’t you hurt her enough?!” There was a true menace in his voice as he went to cradle Bandit to his chest. It was then that Raul made his terrible threat be known.

“If you don’t hand her over….that witch will never see Scar again.” To add to this thread, he said. “Without Scar’s hat….they..” He pointed to Tessa and Mariela’s brothers…“they…can’t go home.” Raul knew of a way to fix the mirror, and return Scar to his beloved little Witch…but the price was a great one. Bandit.

Time was now of the essence. Habib growled fiercely at the Warlock, as the maze continued to fizzle and flicker. It was then that Habib roared for Mariela to hear.

“YOU ARE THE POWER, MARIELA!!!…….YOU HAD IT ALL ALONG!!!. YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE!!! REPAIR THE BROKEN MIRROR WITH THE SHARD!!!….BRING THE MAZE BACK!!! YOU CAN DO IT!!!”

 

~RB~

 

Whose at the Door? – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the Dark One giving our Doctor a hard time in reminding him of his deal, there are new customers at the door.  One in particular is one of the Seven Princes of Hell.  Drama is coming and you have to wonder, will a new deal be struck?

Scene Setting :  Hell’s Kitchen – Seven Sins Series.

Co-written with Frid, Zetta,  & Artie

Frid;  

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While the powerful trickster reveled in the despair of and old genius a loud knock echoed throughout the house. It seemed the Dark one wasn’t the only one who wanted to have a chat with the good Doctor. With no immediate response subsequent knocks would soon follow, each growing louder and more aggressive. It wasn’t long before the knocks turned into what sounded like someone trying to beat down the damn door! Then with one final brutish slam to the large front door it came free from it’s old rusty hinges and flew across the lab. It flew threw the air for a few moments before making contact with the cold concrete floor. From there it would slide along the floor till finally it hit the wall and came to an abrupt halt. “Shit! The Doc is gonna have a cow when he sees this. I bet the old man will have me replace the damn thing too………. This is gonna be one of those days isn’t it?” said the annoyed stranger as he stepped past the threshold and into the Doctor’s home/laboratory. As per usual it seemed Delsin had forgotten his sense of strength and broken something…. again. Without a second thought the rather tall man simply strolled into the lab uninvited. A few steps later he came to a halt beside the large door. He then tilted his head to the side and stared at it for a moment. “Its a wonder why the doc hasn’t bothered to install some sort of security system in here. God forbid some lunatic with a fascination for rotting corpses were to come by and steal the good Doctor’s entire inventory of dismembered body parts.” With a sarcastic smirk Delsin chucked lightly to himself at his own sarcastic joke.

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The laboratory.

Loc’s loud snores were growing even louder, but it was the fact he kept drawing in Igor’s night cap tassle that was going to cause a problem. One…two..three times the fuzzy ball went into the creation’s mouth, till suddenly ~SNAP!~ the pom pom flew into Loc’s throat, only to get caught in his air passage.

~GASP..CHOKE..WHEEZ…GAHHHHH!~

The creation sat bolt upright in bed, clutching at his throat while being visibly stricken. The veins on the skin of his neck stood out and his eyeballs looked set to pop out of their sockets. The noise was enough to wake Igor, whose hat dangle dangle was causing the grief.

“What what..what?” He cried, rubbing his eyes as he turned to see the distressed creation who was turning a funny shade of blue.

“BALL….STUCK!…CAN’T…. BREATHE!” Loc was gasping and shrieking in a distressed manner, flailing and causing the bed they were on to creak and groan loudly. Igor sprung up like a shot and then, without thinking shoved his arm down Loc’s throat, rummaging around for the lost night cap toggle. “Hold still, ya lump!” The hunchback cried as he fished about up to his shoulder, trying to clear Loc’s airway. It was a good old struggle, but Loc was clearly getting more and more upset. Till finally…“I GOT IT!” Igor ripped it out of Loc’s mouth and then recognized it for what it was. “Hey…that’s off my hat.”

Being so angry by the fact that it was the hunchback’s hat that caused him to practically choke, made Loc reach over and grab the hunchback around the neck. He gave him a good hard throttle, causing Igor’s eyes to roll back and forth.

“ARRRRRRGH!” he screamed till suddenly they both heard a noise coming from the door down at the entrance to the lab.

~BANG BANG BANG!~

“Loc stop!”

~BANG BANG BANG….CRASH THUD~

“Doesn’t anyone know how to ring a bloody bell anymore?” Loc shrugged at Igor’s words, and promptly let go of the smaller man. “He used..knockers?” Loc sat scratching the top of his head, as Igor jumped down off the bed and started for the door. By the sounds of things the door had been busted open. Did no one have manners anymore?

“Come on….the Doctor must be in the lab, we better go see who is at the door.” Opening the door to the Doctor’s bedroom, Igor took off down the passage, and then slid around the stairs banisters till flying off to do a tumble landing at the foyer floor.

“Hold ya horses….I’m coming…I’m coming.” Igor sung out, limping towards the entrance. Only there he was confronted by a man that he had not seen before. Tall…dark, nice suit. But seeing as the door had been broken on his entry, it was obvious that this guy was not here by appointment.

“You break it, we charge you for it.” The plucky Hunchback growled as he wiggled a small finger at the man before him. Course, he meant the door.

The thundering sound of heavy plodding footsteps coming meant that Loc was bringing up the rear. Neither had seen the Doctor or his other guest of yet, but it seemed they wanted to make sure that whoever created the disturbance was greeted by the welcome wagon. The dark imposing shadow of Loc could be seen crossing the diminutive hunchback assistant to the Doctor.

“So…you have an appointment?” Igor looked the man up and down with a look of contempt. There was something not quite right about this.

Loc simply thundered back and went to try and fix the door. Which was kind of awkward since it had been busted off it’s hinges. The odd sounds of scraping and thumping, met with the odd groan and swear word from Loc. They were going to need a carpenter, no doubt – to fix it properly.

~RB~

 

Frid:  Delsin just sat in the entryway patiently waiting with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. Before long he began to hear footsteps coming from upstairs. Expecting to see a furious Doctor ready to tear out the mans beating heart Delsin prepared for the worst. Much to his surprise however he was instead greeted by a much smaller man with wild hair and a rather large hump on one side of his back. As expected Delsin was expected to pay for repairs on the door as well as watch the small man wag a finger at him. “Yeah…… I’m sorry about the door. I swear I’ll pay for a carpenter to come fix it.” Delsin would then reach his right hand to scratch the back of his head lightly. “Though to be honest this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if you guys had better door hinges in the first place, but I digress.” he said with a slight smirk.

Just then the room filled with the sound of thundering footsteps heading in their direction. By the sound of the immensely heavy steps this visitor was far larger than the man from before. Right on cue a lumbering Loc hurried past them both the retrieve the discarded front door. With a raised brow Delsin began observing the creature as struggled to fix the broken door. Without missing a beat the dark haired man responded immediately. “Uhh no….. However I’m told the good Doctor is the one to come too if you’ve got a few corpses you’d like to get rid of. By the way what exactly is that………. what’s the word I’m looking for here?” He asked not wanting the offend the creature across the room in some way. Last thing he needed was get into a fight and destroy the entire lab.

 

Zetta:  Heavy thuds from one nearly 500 pounds approached the other side of the door, accompanied by at least four pairs of feet, with the heaviest of course standing out the most. The Prince of Gluttony turned to Victoria, the woman should have been leading all this time, but even when she would pause at the outside of the large building the prince would continue on until they were side-by-side. He was still high, but the effects had begun to ware off from their walking, unfortunately he did not have his assistant as a ride this time. However he preferred to walk on his own two feet when he was making personal appointments. He did not make one here, but was setting one for himself. Certainly, the Doctor would not turn away a customer. The man himself rarely came here, and whenever he did he took to sampling the body of at least one being unlucky enough to end up here. One of the corpses mostly.. In his turning to the blonde assassin he placed a hand in his pockets. “We’re here to find a replacement for the hand I lost..” His mind was slightly boggled then, a sudden loss of his thought process had him at a loss for words. Only temporary though. “In the war.. Is there anything you can tell me about this place?” He asked her, she was probably almost as worldly as Najetta herself.

Right then he lifted up his remaining hand, a fly whizzing it’s way from the air to his finger. “These little guys are my pets.. If they see anything happen to me, or maybe you” He emphasized, obviously predicting that she may have thought of escaping his threats. “Then one of them will make it to my men.. You already know what happens then, right?” Insinuating that actual reconnaissance was not even necessary, she could imagine herself that bugs could be anywhere at anytime without one’s knowledge of it. “You’d be surprised at how even a little insect can accomplish so much..” His finger twitched, releasing the thing from his explanation, as a show of communication. He telepathically ordered it to fly into the door. “Kill yourself..” He said verbally, upon the end of his sentence it flew straight to the entrance. Coincidentally just as the door itself would fall back, though this appeared to be only because of the broken hinges. Still, his eyebrow rose in surprise. “Seems like someone else is already here..” He said, uncaring as he stepped onto the door, now only a board to be walked over. Knowing of those few behind him, he continued moving forward, immediately catching the two individuals who were talking to each other. He ignored the other nearby man and tilted his head up, where if any looked his way, would catch his chin pointing at the two. “Hello Igor.” Beel greeting the one who had many failed attempts of stopping the prince from feasting on corpses.
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For now, the demigod followed after the demon prince. Along with him, Eren, and ahead of them, the woman Victoria. She was apparently following Beelzebub unwillingly, that was comical, since the two friends were opposite. Blitz had wondered what they were doing here until the glutton prince explained, continuing onto have his own personal thing with Victoria. His mind allowed a distraction, dating itself back to Astarte, they were flying together and then she.. He recalled her speaking of Anarchy Division, a desire to slow down their pace of fighting. There they differed, he had no interest in purposefully slowing down, his original goal being to find the strongest being here, and defeating them. Her decision was fine, so long as they never fought on opposite sides, or then he would be forced to become a traitor… Even so, at the moment he no idea where she was, he could not even sense her power anymore. It was impossible to follow for some reason, for now he would just continue onward. Recalling the time in the mansion when she had sauntered off on her own, finding her then was impossible too. Instead he turned to Eren, now that the prince had taken his first step into the building’s entrance. “I haven’t been to this place yet.. You?” He asked, every where he went in Hell was different, various experiences he’d already had..

Blitz followed in after Victoria, unless she hadn’t went in after Beelzebub, to which he would’ve been the second to continue onward. Once inside he instantly caught whiff dead bodies, the scent was despicable. The worst part about this plane was the disgusting features of various demons, and their tastes, and the casual approach towards even the most heinous scenes. All the likes of which he had never before seen in his own dimension.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

~Who really is the Monster?~

On the second floor of the laboratory, the Doctor was still having it out with the Dark One. He had heard some sounds that were coming from below and knew that Igor and Loc would be attending to it. Though normally the Doctor was much more punctual and attended to his guests and customers straight away, these words with the Dark one had to be said. The gleam in Shamus’s eye was unmistakable, as he let the Doctor grip his jacket lapels – as though wishing for the Doctor to reveal the hidden dark side of his personality. A virtual Jekyll and Hyde. What all had seen of the Doctor, was what he wanted to see, not the pained and murderous creature that lurked just below the surface. For while he was this genius, this creator, he was also deeply deeply troubled and it was this that the Dark One wanted so badly to bring out. The wicked grin grew, showing off stained yellow teeth with that foul breath as Shamus chuckled darkly.

“You never were good at reading the fine print, Wilhelm.” A mistake for sure, when he signed the deal thinking he would get his love back to him. It was all a rouse. A test to see if the Doctor could really pull it off. It is amazing just how far one would go for love. “That contract was binding and NOTHING is ever going to break it.” There was a growl in the Dark One’s voice as the Doctor pushed him back, releasing him as he released an anguished cry. His head bowing, shoulders sagging. How much he hated this creature for what he had done.

Stumbling back, the Dark one was quick to regain his composure, even pulling on his jacket and straightening it. He then cocked his head and placed a curved hand to his ear.

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“Ah…you have some very important guests. Ehehehehe. No doubt they are in need of your special talents.” Shamus flicked his hands like some bizarre game show host. “What are you waiting for, dearie? Time is money…tick tock, run along.”

The Doctor hated leaving the Dark one in the corridor like this, but the rising sounds of voices was now growing, and knowing that it was just Loc and Igor down there, he knew that he would need to make his presence known. But before he went, the Doctor pointed at Narcissa’s door. “Stay out of her room.” The Doctor then spun on his heel, grabbing a coat off the nearest hook and headed down the passage towards the stairs, leaving the Dark one to his devices. The Dark One wobbled his head and brought up his hand like a sock puppet. Stay out of her room….Ehehehe…Like hell.” With a spin, he vanished from the spot….but he had not left the laboratory…Oh no, he wasn’t finished with his visit.

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Down in the foyer, Loc was shuffling around with the large entrance door, whilst Igor was doing the meet and greet with the first of the guests, well the one that broke the door in.

“Yeah…… I’m sorry about the door. I swear I’ll pay for a carpenter to come fix it.”

“Hmmph, that’s what they all say. Igor replied with a roll of the eyes, course the next thing that Delsin said had the igor practically choke on his own spit. “Though to be honest this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if you guys had better door hinges in the first place, but I digress.” Igor really thought this guy was a wise ass. Practically smirking as he spoke. The hunchback face palmed and heard Loc struggling with the door, when there was the sound of great footfalls coming towards the entrance. And not just one person, but a small group. Loc was dithering on whether to put the door on the hinges, or…just stand and hold it. Igor excused himself from Delsin and marched over to the towering creation. “Just lean it against the wall for now. Pfft.”

Delsin was inquiring also as to what Loc was. The hunchback motioned with his hand for the creation to come back to the foyer, which Loc did after finding a place to lean the heavy door.

“Loc…is his name. The latest from the factory floor. Fresh off the field of Wrath. A real keeper.” Igor was singing Loc’s praises, even though he didn’t really explain what he truly was.

“I made him.”

 

It was the Doctor. He had just came down the stairs, and was tugging on his jacket sleeves before noticing the door had been knocked clean off its hinges. “We have a bell, you know.” The Doctor added, before extending his hand towards Delsin. “Doctor Schwartz, at your service.” The Doctor had managed to calm himself down before making it to the bottom of the stairs. There was no visible sign of distress, like he showed upstairs with the Dark One, who was still lurking about within the building.

Loc made a low growling sound as dark shadows were now entering the doorway and then the foyer. It made for all present to look up from where they were presently, and Igor heard the greeting first.

“Hello Igor.”

“My Lord Beelzebub..” Igor bowed low as he knew that he was in the presence of one of the Princes of Hell. The Hunchback got up quickly and tugged upon the Doctor’s sleeve. “Master…The Prince of Gluttony is here.”

When the Doctor had finished shaking Delsin’s hand he turned to see the Prince and his entourage for himself. Ever the Gentleman, the Doctor approached the Prince and his guests both of which were unfamiliar to him but welcome.

“Ah….Welcome, My Lord. It is indeed an honor to have you within our establishment once again.” The Doctor snapped his heels together sharply, and bowed in respect. “After a few corpses, My Lord?” It was the obvious question, before the Doctor happened to notice that the Prince of Gluttony was missing an arm. “Recent amputation? If you need my assistance, I am of course at your service.”

The Doctor was well known for the amazing talents he had with genetics, body reconstruction, and the greatest of all, bringing back the dead.

“Shall we all go into the main office, gentlemen?”

~RB~

 

Artie:  Victoria walked with stiff and curt movements, frustration and anger boiling underneath her surface. She held a feeling of disgust, however. Not for him, but for herself, in disgust with how easily she’d been backed into a corner by the great buffoon that she walked ahead of.. Said animal.. or demon, man, whatever in god’s name one might wish to call it.. suddenly turned to her. It spoke in a voice that was clearly lingering and slow – was this his normal intelligence level? Victoria was willing to bet it.. Yet, he’d outsmarted her. The sign of her fury was the slight lock of her jaw, but otherwise she would keep an impassive and cold exterior.. Her aura rolled off in waves of distaste, making those around her feel the need to shrink back if they were not as tough as she. “Expurimants here. Corpses altured (altered). B-oh-dee (body) parts and chameestry (chemistry).” Her words were thick with her accent, and her anger only accented this foreign spin..

An insect can do so much..‘ “You would know, you are a beetle on my paper.” Victoria spat back at his threats, using a phrase he may be unused to.. but the gist of it was still comprehensible. The blonde had no liking for him, and saw him as no more than an insect himself that was a speck of dust in her eye. As if the assassin could muster even half of a fuck to care for the fact this man was a demon – a Prince at that, of Hell.. No, she couldn’t. Even attempting to do so made her scoff and roll her eyes. “Hulloh Igor. Ductor.” Victoria crossed her arms over her chest, walking to the side and leaning against the wall. She’d given the two a small nod of her head in greeting – sure, Victoria had been here before. She’d needed help once or twice when her regenerative abilities were taking too long – in fact, when the Doctor had been snapping her collar bone back into place, Victoria had reflexively punched poor Igor on the side of cheek with enough force to knock him backwards into the wall and create a crack in it.. She was beautiful, but severe in her actions.

Victoria didn’t pay attention to Blitz nor Eren – in her mind so far, neither were worth her time to approach. If anyone would willingly follow someone as stupid and bumbling as Beel was, they weren’t any better in her book until they could prove otherwise. A person was defined by their leader – as far as Victoria was concerned. Leaders had a flock of sheep exactly like them, and if one being differed, then that person had become a leader his/herself.. Her strong jaw and intense eyes gazed around the room, taking in the surroundings.. Victoria looked like a bodyguard, dominant in her presence like she would easily knock someone off their feet.. But that was just what her military background had her do, her posture damn near perfect.. She would yawn, if yawning was not a sign of being tired and not being alert.

 

 

RPC : Vivienne – Into the World of Darkness.

Vivienne – Into the World of Darkness.

 

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Name: Vivienne
Gender: Female
Player: Erazure
Chronicle: Clearwater
Concept: Dancer
Virtue: Temperance
Vice: Lust
Clan: Daeva
Covenant: None

ATTRIBUTES
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 3
Resolve: 1

Strength: 2
Dexterity: 4
Stamina: 3

Presence: 2
Manipulation: 2
Composure: 3

SKILLS
Untrained -3
Academics: 1
Computer: 0
Crafts: 0
Investigation: 1
Medicine: 2
Occult: 0
Politics: 0
Science: 0

Untrained -1
Athletics: 2
Brawl: 0
Drive: 1
Firearms: 0
Larceny: 0
Stealth: 2
Survival: 2
Weaponry: 0

Untrained -1
Animal Ken: 0
Empathy: 0
Expression: 2
Intimidation: 1
Persuasion: 1
Socialize: 5
Streetwise: 2
Subterfuge: 0

OTHER TRAITS
Merits:
Hypnosis (3): Hypnotize subjects
Fame (2): +2 to Socialize with mortals
Graceful (2): You are extremely agile and delicate in your movements. -1 difficulty on all Dexterity rolls.

Flaws:
Addiction: Nicotine (2): Addicted to a substance. 3 sessions without indulging means its beaten. Indulgence here does not count for Gluttony.
Forgetful (1): Doesn’t forget everything, just small details that make things frustrating, such as names and short term goals.

Disciplines:
Celerity 2
Majesty 1

Health: o o o o o
Willpower: 5
Vitae: 8
Blood Potency: 1
Humanity: 7
Size: 5
Defence: 3
Initiative: 5
Speed: 9
Exp: 0
Armor: 0

Clan Weakness:
Impulsive: Lose 2 Willpower points when passing up a chance to indulge Vice

Inventory:
Cell phone
Black Book
Backpack – Spare Costume, Locker Keys, Various Makeup
$105
{9mm} 1911 EMP (9 / 9) [FR 4 – Semi]
2 x 9mm Magazines

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