The Dark Moon of Terakus – Part Three : Shattered Dimensions.

 

 

Gizora really is the She devil of Terakus.

 

Razorbackwriter;  

The Dark Moon of Terakus

Many of the faithful had started to trickle out from the mountainside chamber of Gizora to watch as the Destroyer and her new assistant were getting set to go off to what would be Gizora’s new home on this dark moon. Charlie had been overjoyed with the Destructor’s decision to make him such a high rank in his eyes. With the frantic bowing and happy expression, Charlie followed Gizora to the black vehicle that would take them both down the mountain. Climbing inside, Gizora settled back comfortably upon the fine leather upholstery and waited for Charlie to join him. Course, he would be shown to sit directly opposite, so that the Dark lord had more room on his side of the car. With the door closed and the driver racing around to get in behind the wheel, it was time to head off. Course, Gizora had been waiting for Charlie’s detailed report on the one known as the Creator.

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The car headed off, with much fanfare and waving from the faithful, which soon became nothing but a blip behind them as the vehicle picked up speed. Focusing upon Charlie’s expression, the tale that he told said much of how the Creator had been away from his own world, in very much the same way that he had. It was interesting to note, that preparations were indeed underway to combat whatever the Terakians had in store for when their leader awoke.

“I should have expected nothing less.” Gizora said, taking a moment to stare out the tinted windows at the mountain range roads, before returning his gaze back to Charlie. The large amounts of power that had been detected overtime by the scholars was deciphered as being The Observer’s Dungeons. This had Gizora rub her chin with her well manicured hand. Her eyes narrowed as the story continued. Specially designed for those of high magical skill to work through and recreate as a home base. The very idea was now making the Destructor think that they should be able to accomplish a similar feat upon Terakus. With enough faithful that were willing to awaken the Dark lord, anything was possible. Not to mention it was well within his powers to help make it a reality. If there was anything that the Creator could do, the Destructor could match it.

As Gizora was about to give the order that he wanted the same built on Terakus, Charlie mentioned that elite teams of Terakins were on Alterus as they spoke and were moving quickly to gain as much insight and knowledge to bring back to Terakus for the utilization of it’s own people. It was brilliant. Simply brilliant.

“Oh how pleased I am to have so many that are dedicated to the triumph of Terakus against those….down below.”Speaking as he would of how he regarded those on Alterus as being beneath them. It was clear that Gizora had a lot to do in the coming days and weeks, but the first thing he wanted more than anything was to see where he would be based.

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“So how is my home coming along, hmm? I hope there is a closet, cause..” He flipped open the robe, exposing his female form. “I can hardly keep going to events like this.” Gizara pressed a button on the side of the car door that turned on the speaker system as music soon started to flood the interior of the car. It was a song that made Gizora bop her head in time to the beat.

“Just another little thing, Charlie. You…and your report, are more than satisfactory. So….relax…” The Destructor eased back and crossed her legs sensually, as the car sped along to her new home.

 

~RB~

 

Fu:  

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– Charlie had his face pressed up against the wall of the vehicle the moment he had finished speaking earlier and was told what he has spoken to his Lord was a satisfactory answer. From the angle of his positioning as he was looking out the window , his eyelids were shown to be quite baggy . He hasn’t been actively watching his own health ; most likely due to his staying up most nights and crashing or simply sleeping less and less with each day. He is somehow still energetic , or maybe that’s just his crazy running his system. Once Lord Gizora had spoken about her new estate Charlie would answer immediately to let her know what it was like. –

” Yes M’Lord your home is fully equipped with anything you may possibly need. We have began construction a few centuries ago , I won’t be surprised if it has ascended beyond the artificial atmosphere here and goes up into the sky. M’lord your home as well will look great I can assure you . We took into account everything you enjoy and favor in this world and made it into your home. We do have to mention that this building was created with a mage’s help as the construct is purely made of the most complex magical forces , as we didn’t know what precisely you imagined your home so we gave it the appearance of a palace for the moment but once you arrive you are free to re-imagine it’s architecture and design to however you’d like . You are our God after all , there is nothing you can’t do ! * squeals before regaining composure *. I do want to let you know now and we are terribly sorry if you can’t recall ; but you told us to take samples of you in the past to perform some experiments which also explains why your body isn’t at it’s entire best as of yet. This has brought together quite a bunch of results , but as you know considering Genetic Spawns and such , some if not all of the Dark Lords should be waiting for you in your home . They couldn’t be at the ritual due to the ritual’s rules , it is a stingy rule we know . I think we are getting close however , so I hope you are ready to see your home !”

– Charlie was never this talkative but to a being like Gizora he had no choice but to be so upbeat and more full of life then he normally was. He waited so long for this day and now he was here, he wasn’t going to let this moment go to waste , nor did he plan on ever doing so . He was also quite informative on filling things in for her , as he was born to be a assistant of sorts for her so he clearly knew quite a bit even though he was supposed to be a lowly servant. This didn’t stop him from getting the necessary information that would prove vital for Gizora and letting her know what she rightfully deserved to know and if she had ever wanted to inquire more he would provide more information for her.-

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Dark Moon of Terakus

The roads that came down from the mountain were winding ones, that were carved into the side of the mountain, with precarious edges that the black vehicle just made it around. It added to the fear factor for those that dared to make the trek up to the resting chamber of the Lord Destructor. Everything made on the Dark Moon had that taken into account. The meticulous planning for each and everything – a hall mark of the devotion that its people placed upon given tasks. With the start of the city approaching once the car made the final bend, did Gizora truly start to see the magnitude of the civilization born from an ideal. One of many metropolises that were spread across the moon, each with sections that catered to each functioning part. From industry, to finance, the city heart, accommodation towers for workers and the lower end, plus the grand estates of the Dark lords. Combat training grounds and arenas for blood sports that could hold over two hundred thousand souls.

As the car sped along the busy road, given special lighting clearance to make good time, the driver had a special GPS unit that alerted him to the navigational data to take the Destructor to his home. What would be the towering glory of the main metropolis, like silver sliced shards that went high into the very clouds – above and beyond any other building near it. A beacon almost in what was a dark sky.

Seeing it for the first time, Gizora’s face was one of great pleasure. The building being everything he had ever imagined, as it was a testimony to his will and power over the countless years. A hand raised to the tinted pane to touch the glass as if he wished to curl his fingers around the very structure from the distance. Home. A place whereby the Dark Lords may gather in his presence and pay homage.

Of course, Charlie was more than happy to inform the Lord Destructor with everything that he knew of the makings and planning of his future residence. It had taken centuries to build and was even aided with the help of a mage, to conduct the most magical of feats within, along with harnessing even greater power. Gizora brought her hand down to a fist and bumped it on her knee. A sign that he was more than pleased with this news.

“You are our God after all , there is nothing you can’t do !” His squeal of enthusiasm was matched by that of Gizora who totally forgot himself and joined the high pitch chorus. “And if I haven’t done it, I bloody well will.” A slight eyebrow wiggle showed that the Destructor had managed to keep his sense of humor over time.

Finding their composure again, after Giz let out a little wooo sound, he listened to Charlie speak about the DNA samples that had been harvested over time. “Ah yes, I was wondering how that went. Not exactly easy to get them from me, but that might explain a lot about my appearance, no?” Meaning that he was in the image of a she. It was true that not all his powers had returned to him, but when they did…..look out.

There had been a number of results from the Genetic testing and subsequent spawns, which caused Gizora to smirk.“It’s a hell of a lot easier than having to carry them in your body for nine months. Let alone have to spit them out. I had worried about giving birth out of my dick. Had I known I would be a woman this time round….” She tapped her lip then said “…eh, still wouldn’t have wanted the stretch marks and cravings.”

A cough from the driver’s seat alerted the pair in back that they had arrived at their destination.

“We have arrived, your Lordship.” The driver saying the only thing needed. The vehicle pulled through the grand gates and started up the driveway towards the colossal building before them. Gizora’s eyes followed it up till it broke through the clouds.

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“Home…sweet home.”

The driver opened the door, and it was then that Gizora happened to notice Charlie’s gaunt appearance. “A little tour…and then you need to eat and rest. Don’t want you dying on me, Charlie.’

~RB~

 

Fu:  

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” You can give birth in any way that you want ; those concepts can only apply to you if you want it to be like so . You literally do make the rules and yes we’ve gotten to Lord Gizora’s home . After you Master ! ”

– He listened to her speak attentively so he didn’t miss anything and responded ideally while giving her a soft smile . It was time for them to get moving , time for them to enter the Palace that belonged to their Lord. Charlie was excited to go see it for himself , he has only heard about it and seen it from afar but today that has all changed on a few words Gizora had spoken. He followed her on out the vehicle and escorted her into her estate , wondering how many Dark Lords will be in attendance and if anything else would reveal itself in time . He didn’t want to blab too much on their way into the domain of the Lord , and so off they went to check out her home-

 

A New Era of Greed – Seven Sins.

Continuing on after the fall of Lydia in the Maze of Greed, there is a new Princess of Greed.

 

Dessy:  

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Mariela looked at Scar, realizing how much taller he was than her. “You’re taller now.” she stated with a small smile. She had always thought Scar was a charmer – but now he actually looked it. But she didn’t state this out loud, and instead bit the corner of her lip and gave a smile, before turning to Tessa and her brothers.

As they walked through the maze, Mariela took time to look around and notice how truly beautiful it was. Certainly much different than what it looked like before. It was a nice change, and Mariela admired how beautiful the maze was. Made her actually want to walk through it this time. Mariela looked down when Scar squeezed her hand, entwining their fingers together as he did so. She then looked up when Scar spoke.

“The castle is quite grand. It has everything you can imagine, and certainly fits for a perfect castle for Greed.” she said with a small laugh, looking at Tessa and her brothers again. “There was a… incident at the ball. We weren’t there to see what happened, but my guess is none of it was good. And if we walk and it’s completely destroyed, I apologize.” she spoke, turning to look ahead again.

“I didn’t think you could do it. Kill the Princess of Greed.” Tessa spoke, and Mariela turned to look at her. “I’ve killed once before, you know. That’s why I ended up in Hell.” she spoke. “That was different.” Sean spoke up. “You did it to protect us.” he spoke again, and Mariela looked at him. “And I killed Lydia to protect myself, and everybody else. The same exact reason I killed that man years ago. To protect the one’s I love.”

“Lydia was so… powerful. Yet you managed to kill her.” Tessa spoke, still not believing that little Mariela defeated the “powerful” Princess of Greed. Mariela just sighed, looking forward again. “Lydia may have been powerful, but that power caused her death. She may have been Princess of Greed, but there is such a thing as being too greedy.” she started.“Her Greed and ambition and desire to be the most powerful person in Hell caused her demise.” she said, then looked at the trio. “That, and the fact she had a really bad habit of underestimating people who were “lower” than her.” she said with a smile.

“So, you’re the new Princess of Greed. What are you going to do now?” Sam asked and Mariela shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see. But I know one thing. I’ll do a hell of a better job running this place than Lydia ever did.” she spoke.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

While the group had been trapped within the maze, the main part of the castle – aka the ballroom looked like it had been blitzed. Clean up crews were already working on the damage, and one of the worst parts being the grand chandelier. Broken scattered crystals were simply everywhere. Blooded bodies were being piled up onto special trolleys by men in white suits, which was funny since their suits were now splattered with the blood remains of many a ball attendee. Scar had gotten Mariela out of the ballroom just in time it seems, but even he didn’t realize the state of destruction that awaited them. They had heard it, but to see it would be a shock, especially for the likes of Tessa and Mariela’s brothers – Sean and Sam.

Thank goodness the rest of the castle had been untouched, save for the courtyard, which was a battle ground for two unlikely guests, one being a Prince no less. Fancy bringing their dramas to a social event. Then again…it was Lydia who hosted it, so it was going to be drama packed no matter who she invited. The stairs that led back up to the Ballroom were at the start of the Maze, so when the group had walked out, they could hear the sound of workmen and cleaners hard at it. News of Lydia’s passing had already started to spread and so when the faithful and servants of the former Princess saw the return of Mariela with Scar at her side, they all dropped tools and started to bow in reverence of the new Princess of Greed. Mariela, was already Duchess and well liked by practically all of Greed’s servants and staff. There were many a happy face, some waving, others began to cheer. Such a difference to the times before, when Lydia ruled with a cruel and unpredictable hand.

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“Long live the Princess of Greed…Mariela. Three cheers!”

The gathered all began to cheer loudly and clap. Such happiness in the midst of the chaos that the Ball had brought. With a new leader, the people of greed had reason to rejoice. May this time be different. May the wars end and the sons come home. Enough blood had been spilt in the name of Greed. It was time for change. Radical change. And Mariela was the one to bring it to them.

Scar looked a little sheepish when Mariela had told him that he was taller. Even he wasn’t sure as to why, but took the smile and the compliment of sorts in his stride. He was more than proud to be on her arm. The alp knew that in the coming days that she might need someone to lean on.

Hearing Mariela explain to her family, and Tessa about how she had killed Lydia out of defense and to protect her family, Scar could not have been prouder. She had needed to step up if she was going to rule, that was for sure. Hell was no place for the weak, and seeing her in this new light – the strength she had came not from wanting more or being greedy and ambitious, but being there to save them all. The Alp glanced back at the now beautiful maze and smirked.

“Lydia got what was coming to her….simple as that.” He always believed in Mariela, but there was the side of him that wanted to be the one to protect her, come what may. It’s what any man that was in love with a woman would do.

Right now however, it was time for that long awaited reunion. Scar knew that Mariela probably had much she wished to talk about with her family, now that the danger had passed. He gave Mariela’s hand a light squeeze and winked before pulling his hand away.

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“I shall leave you to enjoy your family and go organize a meal for everyone. Once I see if we have any plates left.”

He chuckled and then danced off inside the building as many workers picked up their tools again and went back to work.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela walked with Scar up to the stairs that led back to the ballroom, Tessa on her other side with her brothers next to her. They walked up the stairs, and right before heading into the ballroom, they stopped as servants and workers began bowing. Mariela smiled and curtsied, looking around at all of them. She had been well liked by everyone, even as a Dutchess. So of course they’d take her being Princess quite well. As they cheered, she began laughing, turning her head to give a small smile to all of them. “Thank you.” she said with a bow of her head, continuing to smile at them.

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They all turned back around and went back to work, and that’s when Mariela had finished explaining everything to the trio. Hearing Scar’s comment, she looked at him and nodded before turning to look at the others. “If Lydia didn’t have such a bad habit of underestimating people, or letting her ambition get in the way, she might not be dead right now.” she spoke. Feeling Scar squeeze her hand, she looked at him and nodded at his response, giving him another small smile before watching him walk away.

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She gestured for Tessa and her brothers to follow, turning and now walking into the ballroom. She cringed at the gasps that came from behind her from the trio at the sight: broken pieces of chandelier everywhere, bloodied bodies being carried away by workers. She turned around, giving a sheepish smile to the trio. “As I said, it was quite an eventful night. Scar got me out for most of it, so I didn’t think it was this bad, but… I apologize for having to see this.” she spoke.“Let’s go somewhere else that’s a little less… destroyed.” she said, smiling and turning to walk around.

She carefully stepped over the glass and bodies, the trip doing the same, before she lead them out to the hallway and away from the ballroom. “Seems like one wild party…” Sam commented, causing Tessa to hit him. Mariela just laughed.“It was interesting, to say the least.” she spoke, stopping to look at them. “How’s mom and dad?” she asked, looking at her brothers. “Good, now. Mom went into a bit of a depressed state after your death, and it took everything dad had to bring her back. She still gets upset at the mention of your name.” Sean spoke, and Mariela frowned.

“We had to move somewhere else. The entire town thought all of us were dead, and we wanted to keep it that way, so we left.” Sam finished. “I was the only one who knew. I moved with them, and I still keep in touch with all of them on a daily basis. I think it makes your mother feel better still having me around.” she then said. “I miss them. And you guys. But, hey. I did what I had to do.” she said. “At least you guys know I’m okay. Sorta…” she said, furrowing her eyebrows, but then shaking her head.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

The Kitchens thankfully had not been hit by the ballroom blitz. The crockery for the most part had been spared from the blooded onslaught, and Scar breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing worse than having nothing to eat off. With cooks and maids ready to serve. The alp coughed loudly enough to be heard by all, and many a head turned towards him.

“The Princess has her family staying and I think they are in need of a good feed. So, bring out the best silver and crockery, lets show them what the greed kitchens have to offer.” He clapped his hands for them all to get started and the kitchen crew took to the orders with gusto. To see them all working in such a busy fashion, but with smiles and happy chatter was worth its weight in gold. With that underway, the Alp could return to Mariela’s side and get a glimpse of what family life was like with Mariela and her brothers. In the back of his mind however, he knew a time would come when the new Princess would need to make a choice about whether they stayed or returned to the world inside his hat. Scar reached up and gave his beloved hat a pat. He was so glad to have gotten it back, along with his head. Being headless in Wonderland was not the place he wanted to be….no, Scar wanted more than anything to be at Mariela’s side, and watch her bring new order to Greed.

Re-entering the ruined ball room, the first thing to catch Scar’s attention was the blacksmith dwarf; Suda. He had come running up from the lower caverns of the castle, his face was etched with fright. What on earth was it that had the dwarf reacting this way. Was it the sight of the carnage that was still being cleaned up?

“Scar!…SCAR! Someone stole Beserker!”

The Alp blinked and then stared at the tiny dwarf like he was crazy. “What? Who on earth would want to steal that evil sack of steel?’ No one liked Beserker, in particular Scar. The two had a run in in the days long before the ball, but after the death of Mammon. The dwarf whined and then he handed Scar what looked to be like giant silvery webbing.

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“I found this on the podium where I kept the suit. Like its from some giant spider.” The Dwarf was sure that this was evidence in some way, but couldn’t imagine a giant spider being down in his work shop. Small ones, yes….and thousands of them. “I seen cobwebs before, Scar….but nothing this big.”

Scar ran his finger over the silken threads, that were a little bit too sticky for his liking. He tried to shake it off his hand, but it appeared to be well and truly stuck. “Gah…revolting thing.” Scar grimaced. So…Beserker was gone. In one way, Scar was pleased, since he didn’t think he ever wanted Mariela to be tricked into wearing the thing. It was nothing more than just another curse at Greed. A temptation that led to the downfall of Mammon.

The Alp then raised his head and looked at all the corners of the roof, to see if there was a big spider lurking. What if it was still here? Scar whistled for some guards, who all came over – a group of six. “Search the grounds. We may have an arachnid infestation…..a big one.” He tried to smear the webbing on one of the guards armor chest plates, and then his own hand got stuck. “Ugh…worse than some old slag’s undies.” He finally got it off his hand and shuddered, before looking back at Suda. “You go lock down the blacksmith shop and weapons store. I need to go and speak to Mariela.”He really didn’t want to be the bearer of bad tidings, but he felt that she should know.

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Suda bowed and then scuttled off, while the guards broke formation and went spider hunting. Scar dragged his hand down his forehead then his face. “We’ve not even had tea yet and there is already something troubling.” The alp sighed, before going off to find Mariela.

Thankfully, Mariela was in another part of the castle, and he could overhear that they were all talking about what life was like back home. It was walking back in that he caught the end of the conversation. That she missed them and her brothers. She did what she had to do, to end up in Hell, and claimed to be okay…sorta. That furrowed brow, meant that she was conflicted. Scar cringed. Oh she didn’t need bad news now, so he put on his happy face and interjected.

“We have plates. Heh. Lunch anyone?”

~RB~

Macklemore – Wings parody about crap shoes by Fitzy and Wippa.

Fitzy and Wippa go back into their childhood and remember their crap shoes for this parody of Macklemore’s “Wings”

I was seven years old when I got my first pair
And I stepped outside and I was like, Mum, these KT-26ers right here
They’re gonna make me a target.
I hit the footy field and when I kicked, I kicked, I swear they were so sh**/not very good
I completely slipped, Mom I got dacked, this is the worst day of my life
Dunlop Volleys were next
That simplicity, that grip
The box, the smell, the $8 bucks that Mum spent
In school I’m playing the fool
‘Cause I’m wearing sunglasses at night
‘Cause these basic shoes I’m wearing are fluorescent white
At lunch I wasn’t the best, on the grass I couldn’t maneuver
But give me these shoes when I finish school and I could become a roofer
I need some new shoes, I’m livin’ in hope
And then my friend Gary’s brother got rolled for his Adidas Tennis Champs, whoa

Stop complaining mate and say hello to the local freak show
I was wearing Trax with an X, no laces heaps of velcro
Dead legs, chinese burns, kropeks and camel bights
My injuries became more prolific when my old man went out and bought me a pair British Knights
I wanted to be hip
I want a pair of Nikes, I want to touch the rim
Probably never a chance, with the shape that I was in
I was pretty fat.
Australia, it begins

Chorus
I want to cry
‘Cause we can’t afford expensive brands
These are just as bad as my two stripe parachute pants
And I wonder why
I wonder why
I get knocked to the ground
And everyone agrees
That Mum brought these off the Balinese
And she bargained them down

We want what we can’t have, it’s the poorer kids motto
I wanted Adidas footy boots but Dad decided Lotto
I remember Pat Cash and in tennis his winning aura
But do you think he won Wimbledon in a pair of Diadoras?
My boobs became acclimatized to constant nipple cripples
That’s because I’m playing 4 square in a pair of black ripples
I wasn’t asking for the best because I knew all the risks
Just a second hand pair of Reebok Pumps or even Puma Disks
Look at what I just got, a dirty pair of Adidas Romes
They’ll go well on my yacht and or even in my French Chateau
Decided to take up b-ball, time to show them on the court
But how am I to dunk it, rocking in these Aerosports
We are what we wear, we wear what we are
But see I look inside the mirror and I look like a Nissan Pulsar
Will I stand for change, or stay in my box
These shoes help me define me, and we are classified pov

“Ever guessed my secret?” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

No one saw this coming…..

 

Zetta:  Beelzebub was staring Doctor Willhelm down without an answer, up until being caught away by the introduction of the cretin who had been idle in the background. The entire time he had been wondering on the meaning of it’s presence, all the while referring to what was most likely a man, to be an it. Only because of it’s apparent concern with the situation going on, but doing absolutely nothing but talk and react.. Until the moment he was clarified on a time in which he had to gain the heart of the prince of pride. He had a full week then? Personally, he could have worked with just three days, considering what he had been hearing happened to the Prince when he stood against Gabriel and her slave.. It was obvious that it was possible to befall the Dragon if one could only get close to him, and he had luckily just enlisted not one, but two individuals fully capable of taking to the skies. However he was not going to get gaudy in front of his suppliers, desire leaked out of Beelzebub, but confidence did not. That was for the other prince, his soon-to-be victim.. The Dark One was a foreign being to him, but he came out with stating the one who Beel assumed to be the master-mind behind everything was nothing but an extension of the thing itself. This wrought out a new-found respect for the presentation being given..

“So this is how the genius-inventor is safe, and knowledgeable in the nether-realm despite being a human..” The glutton prince narrowed his eyes as the other being approached, most likely a demon given his features. But he did not immediately assume so, it was very possible that this one was only a shape-shifter, pulling strings with his intellect. All that was beyond his concern, the man gave out tasks, getting Beelzebub his hand was a nice means of appealing to him for a start. When he continued on to get close to him in a whisper, the prince only listened close, where he had only just bullied a man for getting so close to him. Another showing of how Beelzebub acted when he was given things that he wanted, as well as how he treated those who had fed him so… Even standing idle when his nose was flicked, the wink given to him by the demonic being was awful, but endured because he was being fed juicy information. All about the arm, what it was for, he had been continuously told that it was powerful, but never given a hint as to how and why. So being told this was like food towards his hunger for conquest. “This arm isn’t just a replacement, but a chain. I will have to return here if I want to continue being rewarded..” He said to himself, in front of the dark one with a foregoing tone, quickly figuring out how this trade could be more taxing than he had originally thought. At any time he could back out of it, this was the type of look he had received from the doctor moments ago. The man himself had ceased to speak, this was slightly alarming, but ignored, while Gluttony received it’s feedings..

The army would be his in a matter of days, he could retrieve it by sending Eren as a recognizable extension of himself. With this in mind he contemplated replacing Najetta with that man, the fire-starter seemed much more willing to act for Beelzebub, though not nearly as concerning.. In which case there were no perfect replacements for that woman, but someone like Eren could easily be close to her versatility.. Enough, he wasn’t about to squander a second in waste, while he caught up in a matter of time. After all, he was sure he could win regardless, he wanted that reward like he wanted lust. A thought occurred to wage war on two fronts, but he decided against it, not wanting to spread himself thin.. These thoughts led him to glance at the being recently introduced, lacking a name for him. “So.. Dark one, gluttony returns to this laboratory, receives it’s new army. I bring you the heart, you give me more..” He stated, just to be assured, his tone of voice would tell the other being that the prince was almost possessed by the desire to receive whatever he had in store for him.. With no need for an actual vocal agreement, the two would part ways, Eren right behind Beelzebub most likely, the group would step onto the elevator. Gluttony would walk over the man he pushed with no regards, heading straight for the door, his right hand flexing all the while. It was good to be whole again…

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab 

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The room was now silent as those that had come to see the mysteries and wonder of the Cardis tomb had left for their own kingdoms once more. All that was left now was the Doctor….and Narcissa, who had tried to interject several times during the meeting, but was all but ignored. There was a reason for this of course, not one that was obvious – but in fact it was to prevent attention being drawn to her. The Doctor was not stupid. He knew that the Prince’s desire to devour may well include her and that was the last thing he wanted. Keeping him from eating anything down there was a feat in itself, and of course the Dark one finally made himself known and his diabolical plans. Oh, everyone was happy. The Demon Prince thinking he got the deal of a lifetime, the Dark one thinking he had the Prince right where he wanted him, and of course the time piece – the sand filled hourglass had been turned over. Everyone was happy….except one.

The moment the doors to the lift closed and he heard the whirring of the gears to signal that the lift had taken its precious cargo back up to the foyer, the Doctor staggered and clutched at one of his work benches. it was like he had been holding in his true feelings and the terror he had felt the entire time that the deal was being brokered.

“Everything….I did, I did for love.” Wilhelm stared at an open space, but clearly he could see a mental image of her. The love of his life. A projection of her beauty. “But…when I save a life….someone always dies.” There was such sadness in his voice now. Like for the first time he was being rational – sane. A tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to face Narcissa, who could not possibly understand what he was saying….or what he meant. Pushing himself off the table, he walked toward Narcissa and patted her shoulder. “I’m….sorry.” His brow knitted as he just stood and stared at her, before turning his back.

He had much work to do. The army having being promised to the Prince of Gluttony and it would be a matter of days before Eren, possibly – came to collect. Walking up to the first row of body sacks, that illuminated the room with a fiendish green glow. the Doctor went to the control panel that controlled the undead creature’s life support unit. There were so many. A vast army. Ten years of work.

“Ever guessed my secret, child?’ He said with barely a whisper, as he took out an iv needle and prepped it up to the main machine that linked all of the undead to one simple unit. Sticking the needle into his artery, his own blood poured down the tube and into the processor, that turned around and around like a dialysis machine. Slowly he sank onto a small round stool as the blood was draining into the system, and being fed drop by drop into the machine. Across the entirety of the tomb each monster…each creature…each soldier was taking in the Doctor’s own blood. Red alarm lights started to swirl as the creatures started to beat against the sacks that contained them Massive blasts of warning blasts and repeated computer chatter was screaming through the intercoms.

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Up at the foyer, Loc and Igor had been fixing the door when the Prince and his entourage had left. Course, when the alarms were all being triggered at once, the hunchback spun around and screamed.

“DOCTOR!!!!”

He ran as fast as his legs carried him towards the lift door and helplessly punched in code after code…but it was no use…the doors refused to open.

“WILHELM!!….DOCTOR!!!….NARCISSA!!!”

Loc looked up in fright, to see the small man banging his fists on the key pad, and then the door to the lift. Loc could hear the sirens, and it was scaring him. He put his hands up to his ears, and started to scream in terror, which was a worse sound than the sirens themselves.

The Doctor swayed back and forth on the stool as the first of the goo filled insulator bubbles broke and the undead creature landed upon the floor of the tomb. It’s eyes were completely black and it turned to see the Doctor who was close to passing out from blood loss. It’s head swung around and it took in the sight of Narcissa and roared at her. Baring terrible fangs and large claws. It’s body joined together with crude stitches and its veins pumping with a strange coloured fluid. One after the other started bursting out their body sacks and landing on the floor, as in the back ground the Doctor fell off his chair onto the floor……

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~RB~

RPC – Jackul : The Enchanted Wars.

Jackul – The Enchanted Wars.

 

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Quote: “You can run, but you can’t hide.”
Name: Jackul
Age: 27 (Human appearance) – Actual age undetermined.
Height: 5’10”
Race: Lycanthrope
Appearance: Shoulder length Black hair, cobalt steel blue eyes, dark complexion, scar down left cheek. Muscular build. Clothing ; black flowing floor length cape with hood, family crest emblem on jacket, long pants leather boots. Wears armor into battle if in human form, but forgoes it when in lycan form.
Race details:
As with all Immortals, Lycans become stronger and more powerful with age, both physically and socially. Other factors can also affect their strength; such as feeding. A well-fed Lycan will recover faster than a Lycan who has not fed for some time. Lycans who regularly overindulge will usually take mere moments to recover depending on the severity of the wounds. In contrast to Lycans who are turned, Lycans who are born, rather than becoming weaker with every generation, actually inherit the total sum of the strengths of both parents’ Lycanthropy strains, and thus become stronger generation-wise.
Lycans display inhuman physical strength, speed, reflexes, endurance and agility comparable to their vampire counterparts. These traits seem to apply to Lycans even when in human form, as Lucian was seen to be able to catch up to a moving car, and subsequently survive being hit by it head on. Even in their human forms, Lycans also demonstrate other feats of superhuman strength, reflexes and agility, such as catching crossbow bolts in midair, jumping extremely high and overpowering both humans and vampires in physical combat. It is very likely that they can enter a state of hibernation and survive without blood or oxygen for centuries. They possess enhanced senses of smell, hearing and sight that are superior even to those of wolves, not just humans, and are also able to sense Vampires in close proximity to themselves. It should be noted that when in their Werewolf forms they are stronger than when in human form, able to break through solid concrete walls, and seem to be stronger than most young Vampires, as every hand-to-hand confrontation between the two races under normal circumstances has ended with a Lycan victory
Lycans can also use their claws and strength to scale sheer surfaces, having been seen to crawl along walls at great speed in pursuit of prey. They possess the ability to land on their feet without harm when falling from great heights
Lycans also possess superb physical resilience and remarkable regenerative abilities. Their recovery abilities are hampered by the presence of silver in their bodies. However, to older Lycans, the silver is rarely fatal. Lycans do get stronger with age.
They are able to transform back to their human forms, and change into Werewolf forms when the moon is full. Those who have been Lycans for several centuries have learned to transform at will regardless of the moon, as they have learned to channel their rage. They resemble first generation Werewolves, but their faces are shorter, and the least wolf-like in appearance. They also have far less fur than the earlier Werewolves. They are mostly hairless, aside from a thin mane of fur running down the center of their backs

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Birth Land/World: Xantara
Present Land/world: Inferno
Element: Earth
Abilities: Inhuman physical strength, endurance, speed, reflexes, and agility. Shifts to full form during a full moon. Exceptional tracker.
Limitations: Is not able to make the transition unless it is a full moon.
Weapon(s): Spring mounted wrist blades, which ejects at the touch of a button beneath his jacket.
Side: Good
Personality Traits: loyal, diligent, cautious, intelligent, and determined.
Biography: WIP

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Romantic Interest: None
Prized Possession
Obsessions: Getting the job done.
Pet(s) etc. : None

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire (1) •- The Enchanted Wars.

 

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Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

A pile of dead bodies that bore terrible knife wounds lay haphazardly to the right of the big dagger wheel. The blood from his victims had splattered all over the bright colours of the wheel, thus making it a much more morbid sight. Ripping out the daggers from his last victim, the servants were quick to untie the dead human and ready him for a cart that would take all the dead down to an incinerator pit.

Dracus threw his blooded dagger at Mora, who skillfully caught it on the fly and started to clean it free from blood like she had the rest of his daggers. It was part of her job description to be hands on when keeping up with her Lord’s wishes. One thing however, his mood had changed…somewhat. Having killed at least ten humans, he felt he had sated his need to torture and commit murder in what was a sickening and twisted way to play a game. Surprising that it was Mora’s idea. One of her better ones. You might wonder just why she had tried to keep the Lord of Inferno distracted and she had a bloody good reason. Mora knew it would be a matter of time before Dracus realized that Rina was not in attendance.

“Right…that was fun. Now, where is that bastard child that is supposed to be family?” This was said with a menacing tone, as he picked up a chalice of red wine and sculled it down in one go. Letting out a heavy breath, he arched a brow and glanced at his adviser.

“Well?”

“Sire, I am not her keeper. I’m yours.” Said with a firm voice and nod of the head as she placed the last dagger back in it’s box to complete his set. All gleaming and clean once more.

“Hmmph.” Clearly, Dracus was not impressed by that, but he had to hand it to Mora, she was not afraid to call a spade a shovel. “When you DO see her, tell her to come to the throne room. Do I make myself clear?” His eyes burnt to a fire red as he spun on his heel and stormed out of the game room, knocking a servant off his feet as he rounded the corner.

“Crystal, my Lord.”

Once he was well out of sight, Mora let out a sigh. She had a fair idea where Rina had gone, but hoped she would be back soon. No telling what the Lord of Inferno had in store for the girl. It was no secret that he held little or any love for his niece. Placing the dagger box on a nearby shelf, Mora whistled for the cleaning crews to come in and set about cleaning the dart wheel, as well as the floor and anything else that the King had broken or soiled.

~RB~

 

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“………I see that my darling uncle is in a charming mood as expected…..”

The soft, lyrically voice, filled with strength and passion, resonated outwards from the shadows nearby, and it was a voice that Mora would recognize quickly; she was like an aunt to the owner of the said voice, she’d known it since it had originated from a child. Rina had been born when Mora was a teen, so Mora had known the girl for many many years, and as she stepped from the shadows, her fiery mane of hair flowing about behind her like an inferno waiting to be let loose; you could almost feel the tension in Rina’s form as your own, she had every reason to be tense after all. Her uncle basically hated her, despite her draconic blood he still hated her down to the very blood in her veins; she was half human and that was the reason. She couldn’t understand it.

“I wonder what he has to say this time…”

Rina sounded almost tired and just plain exasperated, she didn’t want to deal with the stuff that her uncle was probably about throw at her, in fact she didn’t really want to see him again today for the moment; especially after having seen him finish off the tenth human in his little ‘game.’ She didn’t understand his damnable obsession with killing humans, he was part of the reason that even Draconians like her had to be careful going to the human world; his damnable obsession was causing most of the problems between their world and the human’s. Not to mention his damned war with Endora, what was the fucking point anyway?! Rina let out a small sigh, her crimson eyes gleaming with a small tone of sadness as she exhaled and rubbed a hand against the back of her neck.

 

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Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

Mora stopped in her tracks when she herd the words of Rina filter through the room. It was coming from the nearby shadows of the room, and on turning she would catch sight of the girl who had returned from what Mora believed to be the human realm. The red haired vixen nodded slowly to Rina’s sarcastic remark. Charming being a word few would ever use to describe Dracus. Mora had organized the spin wheel of death to keep the Lord of Inferno busy on purpose. She knew what his moods were like when he was cooped up inside, and he tended to be even more evil to those that strayed into his path. This day he had not forgotten that he had plans for Rina…plans that he had not even spoken to Mora about. He trusted Mora to an extent, but not when it came to this matter. To the Lord of Inferno, Rina was a blight on the family name. Even though he could shape shift into what he hated most it was the fact that he was full dragon, and the fact Rina was not made his blood boil.

“As you know, mornings are not agreeable with him.” Mora kept up appearances, for she knew that Dracus had eyes and ears everywhere. Crossing the floor, Mora reached for the girl’s hands and held them firmly as she stared directly into her eyes, when Rina wondered what he had to say to her this time. it didn’t take a fool to see that Rina was just plan tired of all her uncle’s games and tricks. Who could blame her?

“He seeks audience with you in the throne room, Rina.” This was said loudly, loud enough for those around her to hear, but when she brought the girl into an embrace, she slipped a small note into the girl’s pocket – patting her hip, before withdrawing herself from the hold.

“Afterwards, I suggest you go to your room. I imagine I will be sent with instructions after.” This alone sounded ominous, but there was something about the way that Mora stared at her. As though silently trying to make her understand that she was to prepare to take flight if necessary.

Knowing that she would have work to do, Mora gave a short bow before heading out the door. Only stopping at the entrance to look back at the girl, and making a chin up action hoping the girl understood.

Waiting in the Throne room, there was an evil looking black dragon who was pacing back and forth. He had been waiting for Dracus to come and when the Lord appeared, he clasped his hands together.

“What reason have you brought me to this disgusting hovel you call a home, Dracus?’ There was clearly no love lost between the two and Dracus gave as good as he got. “Cause its a damn sight warmer than that tar pit you wallow in.”

The Black dragon rolled his eyes and folded his arms as he stood impatiently – tapping his steel capped toes on the ground. “This better be good. My wife will ring my flaming neck if I don’t bring her the extra help to cater to our children.’

Dracus started to laugh…and loudly. “How is Ethel? I thought that moving to the dark lands would settle her temper. It was the one thing I liked about her.” Ethel being Nago’s new wife. Dracus and Ethel went way back, but Nagos had been tricked into marrying her. He thought she had a fortune behind her…sadly he was mistaken.

“She’s still a bitch. Now cut the crap. Why did you summon me?” You could tell that he was getting more and more annoyed as it appeared Dracus was stalling.

“Oh…I got word that she needed extra help and it just turns out that Ethel’s need may well be the answer to my prayers. I have what you need. A nanny to care for those brats you call children.’ Dracus picked up a small hot rock, then tossed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

“A what? Who?” Now Nago was interested. He stopped his pacing, when he heard that Dracus had found a solution to both their problems.

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“Rina. Annoying half breed. I want to send her to a place the sun never shines. Where no humans go. Think of it as a long earned punishment, for being insolent. I happen to know your wife would beat her into submission easily. AND you get time off from the kids…What do you say?’

A wry grin started to form upon the Black Dragon’s maw.

“I say yes..naturally. Anything to get me more time away from Ethel. So where is this…Rina?”

That was a good question.

~RB~

 

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“I know, all too well. Understood.”

Rina gave a small sigh once more, hugging the adviser back tightly with full understanding of her words, it was a precaution and Rina knew it; they both knew that the instance was needed above everything else that they could think possible. If Dracus decided to do anything that could become threatening to Rina, then she had to be prepared to run; no matter how strong Rina had become over the years, she still wasn’t strong enough to take on her uncle yet and they both knew it. Rina soon arrived at her uncle’s throne room, but with the door cracked the voices leaked out, crystal clear to her ears thanks to her silent footfalls. And what she heard made her seethe, the air around her began to shimmer with heat as he crimson eyes slowly brightened to the point they seemed to be on fire themselves, the floor even began to emit sparks for a moment as she stood there; her eyes cast in shadow despite the deadly glow that emanated from within them.

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Rina had to hold in a growl as she turned on her heel, leaving before either of them could notice that she was still standing there. Rina was utterly pissed, and every servant that saw her immediately began to back away, fearing she was about to reduce them to nothing; as she had been known to do that in the past, however despite all of that, none of them dared report her otherwise they would face her later. And they knew it, it’d happened again, and last time it happened her Killing Intent had leaked out, paralyzing everyone in the room; though somehow at the moment she was currently pulling it under wraps. Only the Lord above would ever be able to understand just how she did it too. The moment Rina entered her room, actually on the other side of the castle from the throne room, the first things she did was slam her right hand straight through her training dummy; the impact of the punch causing it to fly across the room and explode against the wall.

Rina was livid, but she knew better than to lose it right now, she had to keep calm and be ready to run now. Rina reached into her pocket, pulling out the note silently, preparing to read it quickly before her uncle could come in the room searching for her.