The epic, moving tale of the battery bar, as told by emoji!
The epic, moving tale of the battery bar, as told by emoji!
After a week of nothing but arguing and calls to end the racist taunting or booing going on at the football matches where Adam Goodes plays, I think its time for everyone to just get back to remembering why we love football in the first place. To enjoy a good game, and support all players.
– The ship would slowly ascend the detached office from it’s roots so the people inside wouldn’t have to move . Another reason for having pulled the structure off it’s initial area was so that the extraction would also take the escape criminals who all stood along one another on the destroyed roof of the prison .-
Charlie : ” That’s a giant ship ! ”
Leone : ” This is going to get some used to. ”
Leila : ” You’ll be fine m’lord .”
Celtan : ”This is family huh ? ”
Luke : ” Well then , shall we board ? ”
Gizora grinned at the gathered throng. “Not about to stand about like a fool. Follow me, now!” With a massive sweep of his hand, he brought it up and over to signal the departure from the Prison Interior, and to be phazed up onto the main flight deck of the ship. Known as Gizora’s Blade it was a marvel of technology and Terakain determination to conquer the low lifes of Alterus.
One by one his family appeared in behind him, but there was one that stood out. Leone. He was standing off to the far left and gazing at his own reflection in the specially constructed glass. His hand touching his face, as though this image that stared back at him troubled the man. It wasn’t lost on Gizora, who had been surveying the many control panels, as he passed the uniformed operators. Their indistinct chatter left like a buzz hanging in the air. With the blue hue of their monitors lighting up their faces, the rest of the deck was shrouded in an eerie darkness. It suited Gizora to the ground. As he walked, his form started to change once again. No longer was he displaying the massive horns, the red skin and pointed chin. He was now more like a ship’s captain. His uniform similar to those that were operating the controls, but with extra bars that meant he was the top most officer. It was interesting how Gizora took to different forms in different settings, almost like a way of blending in with his environment.
His hair was white, with golden eyes and a sharp face. Almost elven looking in a way, but there was a strange beauty to it. Very much the chameleon.
He tugged on the edges of his cuffs, and without looking up at Leone, he said.
“You don’t even have to ask.”
A simple wave of his hand, and the visage of the Dark Lord changed to that of a female. It was easy to do, especially for someone as powerful as Gizora. The creator had his ways, and when it suited Gizora, he had his own that could easily match the creator in having those that serve him change forms.
That done, he turned back to face the rest that were in the flight deck.
“No time for loitering. Everyone to your stations!”
L I R Y U / Dark Lady of Chaos
The once dull hair color of the Dark Lord turned into a bright shining red, their eyes turning into a completely new color, and their body completely changing into that of a mature curvaceous woman. Liryu, the new name that Chaos itself went by; chuckled with glee as she swayed her hips over to the specially constructed glass, checking out her reflection as she nodded in satisfaction. Her horns, head dress, and armor itself stuck out more than anything, seeping with an evil aura around it as she spun around and giggled.
“Ahh~ I feel so, refreshed!~ I feel completely… new…”
Her voice changed from bubbily to a rather dark tone within a matter of seconds, her eyes showing no interest as she made one last prideful face in the reflection before turning around on her heels and walking to her station. The clicking of her heels could be heard from a distance away within the ship, which to her was a rather good thing. In a way, it let everyone know who was there at that moment and whom was approaching. She looked over to Lelia who was still following her new Lady like a lost puppy; it was always so adorable. She smirked at her subordinate and flipped some hair over her shoulder, looking her up and down as she giggled for almost no apparent reason. What to do with her, she has been of good use. But, recently with the Chaos of Change, she felt differently about Lelia. The entire out being of the Dark lord of Chaos changed, appearance wise and more or less personality wise as well.
“How could I use to be like that? I use to be so booriinnnng~”
She almost sung to herself in her head as she curled her finger in and out at Lelia, knowing what she would now do with her little… Toy.
“Leliaaa… Come with me to my station, keep me entertained!~”
She stated as she swung her hips around, enjoying her new form as she looked down at her body and snickered. Pleased at the view from above, and much of the view from every other angle as well. It was a beautiful thing to her, she would take advantage of this body as much as she could. Especially in combat, or in.. distracting others.. Walking around the rather large ship, looking around and getting use to the surroundings around her. Absorbing in everything that was happening, trying to blend in with the setting of this ship. Plastering a serious expression on her face, she walked up to her station and sat down in it. Making herself comfortable as she stretched and made a few groans while doing so before concentrating on what the next set of orders was.
– Charlie would’ve stayed in the Hangar of the area ; sitting on some crates in quiet while attempting to create a origami . He seemed as if he was tired , and being tired usually constituted him about to switch to the Dark Lord of Insanity , but it seemed he was able to sustain a middle-ground of sorts but for now ; not much was going on with the male. –
The Ship’s Bridge
– Celtan was awaiting Gizora , just as Luke was but both took their own stances in doing so. Celtan stood near the operating systems while Luke was kicking back and relaxing on a chair ; awaiting for their Father to appear . Luke had a cup of coffee in his hand and proceeded to drink subtlety while Celtan fixed his collar and continued to observe as he was . His thoughts got the better of him , thinking about the continuous times he’s ran into the same people ; knowing that he’ll most likely run into those people again. Persistent they were , persistent indeed. They were able to observe the transformation of Leone into the New Woman that’s now taken the mantle of Chaos . The two would stay in a passive silence until something had changed. –
– The Group of Escaped Criminals were gathered at the Hallway where all the rooms to rest were located below the Destroyer’s personal floor , the group looked at each other and then at the lined up rooms . Who were going to go where ? The First person would leave the group to claim the biggest room at the end of the hallway of this area.-
Shen : ” I called it . * Room 1 * ”
Yama : ” I guess that’s settled.* Room 2 *”
Tenma : ” Overindulgence is quite the thing huh ? * Room 3 * ”
Ouken : ”…… * Room 4 *
Quartz : ” Thank you . ”
– They all walked their own paths to their rooms and labeled their doors with their names with the pads located to the right on each door before entering it. Quartz would’ve bowed to Ouken for having saved him back then in Block 5 before returning to walking towards the Fifth room with a cast upon his wounded arm and a sharp expression in his eyes. –
Quartz : ” I will return the favor in full. * Opens and proceeded to slam the Fifth door shut* ”
Without a doubt, this car chase is one of my favorites. With the classic soundtrack by the Pointer sisters, and featuring Eddie Murphy rolling about in the back of the truck – it’s a whole lot of fun to watch.
The Black Tower
The raven had flown in a different direction to that of Zachary. While the Embassy staffer was on the right trail, Raul had one place he wanted to stop at off first, and this was more or less dropping in to pick up an artifact to assist him. His fury at the Fallens was nothing compared to how he felt now. He knew what he heard. There was no mistaking that Bandit had called to him, begging him for help. And help he shall.
Flying across darkening skies, he was travelling back to his ancestral home. Known simply as the Black Tower, it had given rise to many of the Black family. While his mother remained in residence, the wandering Warlock often went beyond it’s borders to seek out new spells, allies and of course….his slaves. Marguerite was not fond of Raul bringing home his women, and often beat him about the head viciously when he ever did something that displeased her. You could say that she wasn’t exactly a maternal figure. If it was possible to get into the Tower and simply grab what he needed before flying out again, he would. Trouble was the gargoyles that sat upon the top most turrets of the tower kept watch of all that entered the castle, and were certain to alert their Mistress of the prodigal sons return.
Darting through an open window, which just so happened to be the study, the raven hovered over a table, before changing back into his bipedal form. He landed heavily upon the oak desk and let out a sigh as it appeared that no one had caught sight of him yet. At least that is what he thought.
“Hello Brother.” A smarmy voice said, as a head popped up from one of the velvet couches. It was Raul’s brother Marcus. Raul rolled his eyes. Oh…how he hated his brother. He was the last one that he wanted to see first up. Marcus on the other hand was more than delighted to see Raul. it would mean that Marguerite had someone else to focus her wrath at.
“Mother missed you so.” A mock pout then was followed by a laugh, as he sprang up from behind the couch and waltzed around it to the small mini bar. He started to pour himself a scotch as he waited, almost breathlessly for Raul to say….something.
“I bet she did. Look, I am not here for a social visit. Just to grab something out of my room and….”
“Ahahaha….told you she missed you.” Marcus took a swig of his scotch as he watched the scene unfolding before him.
“My baby boy….come to Mummy for a hug.” Marguerite held her arms open. The woman with ample bosom and strikingly young features bore a sickly sweet smile as she waited for her son to do as he was told. Skulking Raul trudged over and he glanced away as he allowed himself to be embraced. Oh, she held him tight for a moment, before smacking him violently about the head.
“YOU…NEVER…CALL….HOME!” ~Whack whack whack~ It was true. He didn’t. Why on earth would he want to keep his bat shit crazy mother on his speed dial. Watching Raul getting beaten, Marcus couldn’t hide his amusement if he tried. Oh how he loved family reunions. When Marguerite finished beating him about the head, she seemed to switch back to the caring mother side, hugging her son again and then patting his chest.
“Mummy loves you, my baby boy.”
Talk about twisted. Raul tried to smile at his mother, but it was clear his head was throbbing from the attack.
“Yes, yes Mother. Uhm…as much as I like this, I need to get something from my room.” He was keen to make a hasty retreat to his room, to find what he needed, but his Mother….well she was having none of that.
“Only when you fill in Mummy of how you have been. I’ve been so worried. You need to take your medicine. I always make sure you take it when you are here. I should get it now!” It was like talking to someone with ADD. Before he could respond, she dashed out of the room at speed. At this point, Marcus doubled over laughing.
“That…was so worth it.” He had tears rolling down his cheeks from laughter, as Raul stood there rubbing the back of his head. “Why won’t she just die?” Raul wasn’t exactly fond of the woman. When Marcus got over the hilarity of the moment, he then sauntered over to his brother and asked.
One word summed up that situation. “Dead.”
“Shit. No spring wedding then.”
A sudden laugh came from the next room, and suddenly Madame had popped her head in to visit her dearest warlocks. “Now, now, Raul.” Madame purred, smiling then with brightened eyes. “That woman brought you into the world, don’t be surprised if she takes you out of it!” The words were cheery, against their dark meaning. “Ah, Marcus. Hello, lovely.” The witch would gaze at the other Black brother, sharp and deep brown eyes meeting his pair of blue. Her hair was darkened under her own spell, as she would never want Raul to know her true identity.. And, of course, her facial structure itself was different. She wouldn’t allow Raul or any of these sniveling warlocks to know her own identity – to recognize her truly would be a catastrophe! Though, from the slight shine around her face, she indicated to them that this was merely a mask, and not her true appearance.. For most, she would simply let the illusion go, but she wanted Raul to know it was a fraud..
“So, when’re you going to tell mother dearest about your child?” Madame tilted her head, looking at Raul – though, right on cue, she could hear Marguerite enter the room. “Oh, Marguerite! Raul didn’t tell you? You’re going to have a grandchild! She’s in her hideout, Raul, you might want to head there before your mother kills you..” Madame would smile, leaning back against the bar’s counter, taking a scotch glass and putting it to her lips to drink, an amused look on her face.. Ah. Marcus would get a kick out of this, surely? Madame definitely would..
How Raul ever thought that he could just sneak in and get an item of Bandit’s without being detected showed that the Warlock was not thinking with his head at all. With his mother now in a flap over him being home and racing to get him some of that disgusting medicine of hers, he didn’t think it could get much worse. But…it could. The sound of laughter came from another room while Marcus was speaking with Raul. Couldn’t have been a member of staff, since they would know the repercussions from such insolence. The owner of the laughter however was a mere guest of the Blacks, but as soon as she spoke, there was no mistaking the tone.
“That woman brought you into the world, don’t be surprised if she takes you out of it!” Such true words. In a way, the idea of having his mother give him some of that foul concoction could be a one way ticket out of this life. Raul scowled, when the woman swung into the room, much to the delight of Marcus, who was greeted with all the joy of a long lost friend. Marcus was still holding his glass of whiskey, with a smug expression still firmly in place. Marcus simply tipped the glass at her as a way of acknowledging her presence, but the twinkle in his eye spoke volumes.
“So, when’re you going to tell mother dearest about your child?”
This one sentence was enough to cause Raul to start a coughing fit, while Marcus on the other hand was pleasantly surprised. You could say that Raul’s brother found it too good to be true. Raul was never going to hear the end of this.
“Ever heard of a condom, brother?”
“Shut up, you.” Raul shouted at his brother before in a shot of anger he rounded on Madame Green. Disguise or not, he was pissed that this female busy body was entering the Black home to spread gossip. “Cats out of the bag now, brother. Wait till Mother…”
But Madame Green was going to beat Marcus to the punch. Singing out to her that Raul was going to provide her with a grandchild and that she was in her hideout presently. Raul shot daggers at Madame Green, as a ferocious scream of rage came from the other room.
“He what? A grandchild? RAUL TERADOR BLACK! YOU COME HERE AT ONCE AND EXPLAIN THIS OUTRAGE!”
That was it. With his mother set to attack her son over this terrible news, Raul was not about to hang around and be set upon. Madame Green had given him the location of his Bandit and unborn child, so the need to scry one of her personal items was no longer needed. Raul held up his hand as he muttered an incantation causing the crystal glass that Madame Green held to shatter, before he turned back into a raven and flew at speed out of the room. Talk about a hasty exit.
Marguerite charged into the room, right as Raul made his escape, and she snarled furiously as she crossed the floor and shook her fist at his departing form.
“YOU COWARD!…YOU COME BACK HERE AT ONCE!”
Course, there was no way that Raul was going to do any such thing, now that he knew Bandit’s location. But the thing was that Madame Green did. Marcus was cautious at this point in time. He was not exactly his Mother’s favorite, and it was part of the reason that he was able to get away with a hell of a lot more than his baby brother.
“Oh Mother….guess he is not staying for dinner.” Marcus winked at Madame Green before continuing. “Shall I follow him and find this grand child for you?” The older warlock started to pour Madame Green another drink since the last one would be all over the counter top.
Marguerite turned on Madame Green with her hands on her hips. She was the one that brought the news and now the elder Witch wanted answers.
“What do you know of my Son and the woman that is bearing my grandchild?”
A place where witches and warlocks gather to plot, scheme and trade spells along with vital information.
Esme was keeping herself busy with the upcoming arrival of some of the Witch Elders. There was no mistaking the fact that there was a great disturbance in magic, and it had even been felt by the young witch who served Lavinia – the Elder. Lavinia’s modest cottage that was set on the lands of Dyre in the midst of the Witches Circle was a one stop shop for many passing witches and warlocks. Esme had spent most of the morning gathering herbs and then tidying the cottage from top to bottom. Lavinia had been in a foul mood, and this was attributed to the disturbance. She had called for all of the Elders to appear at the circle to discuss everything that they knew and perhaps through their combined powers work out where the danger was coming from.
As the sun set, and Esme lit the night lanterns – a black cat appeared at the window before leaping in and walking along the top of Lavinia’s couch. The cat always had a good way of startling the poor girl.
The black cat shivered before leaping to the ground and then morphing into the buxom blonde haired witch. She giggled cause she almost caused Esme to drop the night lantern she was holding. Kat seemed eager to find Lavinia who currently was not in the cottage. She crossed the floor and took the night lantern, before tweaking Esme’s cheek.
“Where’s Liv? I have news.”
“She should be back soon. The Elders are gathering tonight.”
At this, Kat’s ears stood up from within her golden locks. The Elders? Oh this had to mean that something big was coming. They didn’t normally call a meeting unless it was something important that affected all creatures that practiced witchcraft. Although Kat had felt a shift in her magic, she didn’t feel like bothering the Elders about it. She figured it had to do with Sayaka’s curse, not something that affected all of Hell.
“Why didn’t I get an invite?” Kat was now a bit miffed at the thought she was left out of the meeting. Esme was busy laying a table cloth on one of Lavinia’s main tables and turned her head back to glance at the miffed cat witch.
“Cause…you’re not an elder.” This was true. Katrina had not earnt the right to become an elder, and it had a lot to do with the Blacks. She had once crossed Marguerite, and it was well known she never forgot or forgave those that did ill by her. Not that it was intentional, she just so happened to have snapped the neck of Marguerite’s pet snake at one of the Black’s gatherings. Slimy bastard had tried to get a little too friendly with the feline…with disastrous results.
“Will the Blacks be coming then?” Half wondering if Marcus and Raul would show up. Both men were drop dead gorgeous, but as different as night and day. Kat had always enjoyed flirting with them, but it never amounted to anything. Besides, Kat was now finding that she was enjoying female laps a lot more.
“I am not sure about the sons, but most probably Marguerite.”
This brought a groan from Kat, who rolled her eyes at the thought. That was all she needed. But if she was able to pick up any new spells, or maybe the hint of gossip then she was willing to put up with the old bitch. Kat picked up a clear crystal orb off one of the dressers and started to play with it, as she was very much into shiny things. Esme was quick to snatch it off the cat witch and set it back gently.
“Can’t you go play somewhere else, Kat. It’s almost time, and none of the elders have patience for you.”
Well that was almost true. All of them despised Kat, save for Lavinia who loved Kat’s spunk and sharp wit. Kat knew she had at least one ally in the Circle. Sighing, Kat decided to go and wait to see the arrivals of all the Elders from each corner of Hell and beyond. Something was telling the cat witch, that she had stumbled into the circle at just the right time.
Exiting Lavinia’s house, Kat strolled along the cobble stoned path to head down into the glen where the Elders meeting was about to take place. Already the sky was alive with the sound of cackling witches and fierce warlocks. Funny how they all liked to travel through the air, as opposed to just teleporting to the place that they desire. Not paying mind to who might be following along behind her, she got a little shiver on the back of her neck, when she heard a very familiar chuckle. A giggle of sorts. One that belonged to a strange little man.
“Ehehehehe. If it isn’t the cheeky black kitty Kat.”
Turning to the sound of the voice, Kat was surprised to see the Dark One walk out of the brush. He had an evil gleam in his eye and he looked the cat witch up and down, before licking his lips. “They never said anything about you coming, dearie.” Was it seriously that bad that the cat witch wanted to be part of the circle, even if she had no idea about this elder meeting.
“That’s cause they don’t know I’m here….yet.”
“Well, if I were you….I’d keep well back. We all remember the last time Marguerite crossed your path.”
The Dark One knew all about Marguerite Black’s hatred of Katrina, even if it was over a trivial matter. “She was very fond of that snake.” He added, and this had Kat groan louder. “He was nothing more than an over sized trouser snake and one that she used to get off on.” You could see Kat was getting horribly annoyed to be talking again about Marguerite. Oh that woman.
“Ehehehe…yes well, I have bigger things to report as I have just come from Hell’s Kitchen.” The fact that the Dark one would be so bold to tell the sneaky feline about his travels was totally out of the ordinary. Kat was familiar with the Doctor and his work. Who wasn’t? The man was a genius, if save for the fact that he wasn’t a complete whacko.
“You’ve been ill?” Kat questioned, not knowing of the relationship between the Doctor and the Dark one. Few knew of the deal between them, and the Dark one wished to keep that to himself.
“No….but a Prince of Hell is going to be feeling a loss of heart. A real…heart ache.”
Now the Dark one was speaking cryptically, and Kat was already suspicious. She had just come from the fight club and had left the Prince of Envy with the Princess of Wrath. She knew that the pair could take care of themselves, but still she was loyal to Sayaka. Was the Dark One plotting against the Princes of Hell…..all of them?
“Oh?” Kat didn’t want to give away that she worked currently for the house of Wrath and kept quiet. Thankfully, the Dark One was too wrapped up in his wicked schemes.
“Yes! One that hungers took the deal that would see the balance of Hell come crashing down!” The Dark One started laughing loudly until a shrill voice was heard coming in from behind them.
“KATRINA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” It was Marguerite, and boy did she look angry. The cat witch jumped in behind the Dark one and peered out from the side. “Passing through…” She was not about to get into a cat fight with Marguerite, not with the Dark One in tow. She knew her magic was strong, but everyone had their limits. Thankfully, the Dark One was privy to some knowledge that was about to change Marguerite’s tone.
“Marguerite….congrats about your boy getting the girly thief pregnant. Shall we all call you “Grandmama?”
In behind the Dark one, Katrina could not stop giggling at the question being asked. The one thing that Marguerite hated more than anything was being regarded as old. The cat witch had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles, as Marguerite looked like she was about to go nuclear.
“Couldn’t keep it in his pants, eh Dearie?” Now the Dark one was being really malicious, taunting her further and Marguerite would have gone in for the attack, had it not been for Lavinia arriving on the scene. She got in between the Dark one and the matriarch of Black, holding up her hands which both glowed fiercely with power.
“ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU! TO THE CIRCLE….NOW!” Lavinia had saved the day, and Kat couldn’t have been happier about her timing. She was quick to dart out from behind Shamus and move to give her good friend a cuddle.
“Katrina…what are you doing here?” She was a bit shocked, since she had not summoned her to the circle. Lavinia knew that there were those amongst the elders that wanted the cat spade. Lavinina accepted the hug and then threaded her arm with the young cat witch, who poked her tongue out at Marguerite as she went to walk with the elder. The pair having been friends for centuries. When they were far enough away from the Dark one and the Lady Black, Kat whispered.
“Why did you call the Elders, Liv?”
“Someone started the time piece. Everything we hold sacred could be in danger.”
Little did Kat know about what really happened at Hell’s kitchen….and what it meant for all creatures, not just the Princes of Hell.
Dessy: They all seemed to come to an agreement that Tessa and her brothers were indeed going home. That was good – Mariela didn’t have to force them. It made things easier. Sean and Sam chatted, and when Mariela looked to Tessa, she noticed Alice was being nosy and asking a bunch of questions. She eventually turned back to her brothers, joining in their covnersation, as well as Tessa whenever she could get a word in. Otherwise, whenever Alice stopped talking.
She never noticed Scar staring, but she had eventually pulled her hand away from his when the food came so she could eat. She ate the food placed in front of them, talking and occassionally laughing, smiling the entire time. It was nice to talk with them again after so long. Really nice, in fact.
She stopped talking whenever the raven landed in front of her, before laughing at Scar’s comment. The others didn’t notice the raven. She reached over, gently pulling the letter from the raven and watched it fly off. She then opened it, her eyes scanning the letter.
“Scar, what time is it?” She then asked, her eyes still scanning the letter. “I – as well as you and the others – have to be at the Witch Circle at eight. Apparently it’s very important, and someone by the name Lavinia Ramoska summoned me. Apparently, she has always been… watching me?” she said, confusion on her face as she turned and handed the letter to Scar for him to read. Alice was going to stay here, under very careful watch by the guards. Mariela knew that much. Now, Mariela just needed to know what time it currently was, and where the Witch’s Circle was located.
Kingdom of Greed – Castle
After flailing his arms at the raven that had now flown away, Scar looked back at the Princess, who was reading the contents of the note that had been delivered by the cheeky raven. The Princess inquired as to what the time was currently. Looking back at the large grandfather clock in the hall, Scar said. “After three, why?” Naturally he was curious as to why it was so important to know what time it was. It had everything to do with the letter she was holding. Only it wasn’t a letter. More like an invitation or summons.
According to the letter, Mariela as well as her family and Scar have been asked to join the Witches Circle at eight o’clock. The Witches circle? Why was it that Scar had not heard of this before? Not even when Lydia was in charge of things, did he know of the other witches in the realms. He assumed, and wrongly that Mariela was the only one.
The more she read, the more worried that Scar became. Some mysterious Elder witch called Lavinia Ramoska had written the invitation, and to add to the mystery of it all, the letter claimed that she had been watching the Princess for some time. The whole thing sounded really creepy.
“You can’t be serious and actually want to go and see some witchy tart that has a fetish for watching young girls do you?” Yes, Scar was totally out of sorts with the idea. He looked at Tessa and Scar along with Sean for back up.
“You three gotta admit that this sounds fishy. Any of you know this…..Lavinia person?” He was looking for support as the last thing he wanted was to see Mariela put in harms way.
Scar could see the confusion and conflict written all over Mariela’s face and he wanted to put her mind at ease. But just as he was putting his case forward, a map appeared magically on the back of the letter – pinpointing the exact location of the Witches Circle. That alone made Scar’s skin crawl.
“Oh my god….is she watching us right now?” Scar looked around and then even popped his head under the table.
“Stop watching us, you pervy cow!”
Dessy: “After three. So we still have time then.” Mariela said, looking at Scar. Scar seemed worried, which would make sense. After everything else that’s happened, it made sense to be worried about this sudden invitation out of nowhere.
“You can’t be serious and actually want to go and see some witchy tart that has a fetish for watching young girls do you?”
Scar spoke, and Mariela turned to him. “Scar! I think you’re blowing this out of proportion.” she spoke. “Nope. Never heard of her.” Tessa spoke, looking over to Sam and Sean, and the boys shook their heads. Mariela thought about it before shrugging. “I think it’s worth a shot.” she said, looking at Scar. “Everything will be fine.”
When she handed Scar the letter, she saw the map appear. She gently took it back from Scar, flipping it over and looking at the map. “We’re going.” Mariela said with a nod. “Finish up here, then we can all go back to our rooms to get ready. We have quite a few hours, so we can also get our guest…” she looked at Alice. “… settled in.” she spoke, before looking at the others. “Sound good?” she said, and the trio across from her nodded.
She then reached over and hit Scar on the shoulder. “Stop it!’ Mariela scolded. “I don’t think she’s watchng us. And if she is, let’s not call her name’s. We don’t know this person or how well we can trust her.”
Kingdom of Greed – Castle
It wasn’t surprising that Scar had trust issues when it came to strange magical women. He didn’t know this Lavinia from a piece of toast, and yet they were being invited to some Witches Circle. The invitation itself bore magic as it showed the way with a map that appeared on the back after Mariela had wondered where it was. That alone suggested that the sender had a great deal of magical know how. The new Princess believed that Scar was blowing the whole thing out of proportion, and was sure that everything would be fine. Where this sudden certainty came from, the alp didn’t know but he wasn’t fully in agreeance with the young witch on this. Scar huffed a little, whilst pushing himself back in his chair. Mariela deciding that they were going and would leave after getting ready. There was the matter of settling in the guest as well. Knowing full well what Alice was like, Scar jumped up after be scolded by Mariela for calling the unknown witch names.
“I’ll take Alice upstairs and deal with her while you all get ready for this…..circle thing.” He didn’t have a pleasant look on his face, but you could see he was determined to get the young Alice out of the way. For now at least.
The young girl in blue was eating a muffin when she was yanked from the chair she sat in and dragged out of the room at speed by the wily alp. She protested that he was being a bit rough, but it fell on deaf ears till they were well out of ear shot. Alice turned and stomped her foot indignantly at the treatment she received.
“What ever is the matter, Hatter? I barely had something to eat. No cup of tea or treat”
Alice was speaking and rhyming her words with a nasty scowl on her face. It was well known that the young girl had a temper, especially when it came to food, and not getting enough of it.
“I think the Princess is making a HUGE mistake. I don’t trust witches.”
“But….she’s a witch.”
“Yes…but she is not like that. She’s a good witch. What is to say that this lot in that circle aren’t a bunch of child eating old crones? Hmm? Hell bent on gobbling up the life essence of someone….like you for example.” He gestured with his gloved hands at Alice in such a way that even Alice got a fright. “Oooo then I don’t want to go!” It was enough to frighten the poor girl, who could see Scar’s point. Scar patted her shoulder and started to lead her up to a guest room. “Right, then you stay here and don’t get into mischief. No shenanigans. No going where you don’t belong.” He reinforced. Stopping at the door of one of the available guest rooms, he opened it and allowed her inside. “Don’t leave here till we get back, okay?”
‘Yes, Hatter. I get to play Princess trapped in a tower for a day!” Alice wanted to turn this into a game, and kissed the Alp on the cheek before going inside. “Don’t forget to rescue me!”
Scar closed the door as the young girl giggled and talked to herself. That was Alice out of the way for now. But he had more pressing matters, like taking the Princess to these witches. Why did it feel like he was about to hand his love over to the Witches on a silver platter?
“Oh I have a bad feeling about this.”
The Alp then marched off to get ready.
Dessy: It was silent as they headed back to Greed castle – with good reason, most likely. Mariela wasn’t sure what was to happen now after the events at the Witches Circle. Considering she just threatened everyone there, as well as the other kingdoms, it probably wasn’t a good thing. But Mariela was prepared for anything they intend to throw her way. She turned her head to look behind her, seeing Tessa and her brothers following behind. She gave a smile, before turning to look at Scar.
“Well. Looks like I have made a few enemies…” She spoke, clenching her teeth together and making a bit of a face.“Threatening them probably wasn’t such a great idea. Might have been a mistake, actually.” she said, coming to this realization. “But I guess all royals have to have a few enemies, right?” she then said with a shrug. She gave another smile, before looking forward as they climbed up the steps to the Greed castle, giving a nod to the guards.
She walked into the castle, the door shutting behind them as she turned to look at everyone else. “Now, I suppose the first thing we should do is check on Alice.” she said, moving her hands up to untie the cloak from her neck. “I don’t know the girl, and being how she came from the mysterious place behind the mirror, I don’t much how much she can be trusted.” she said, now taking the cloak and draping it over her arm. “I know she’s a friend of yours, Scar, and you know more about her then I do. I just… don’t quite know what to think of her yet.” she said, looking at Scar.
She then turned her head to look at Tessa and her brothers. “Second thing is to get you three home.” she said, moving her eyes between the three. “You three have been here long enough, and I don’t want you guys to still be here should anything major happen. So we need to figure out a way to get you three home.” she then said, looking back at Scar. He should have a way, right? She certainly hoped so… “Now. Let’s go find Alice. And hope she didn’t get into any trouble…”she said, turning back around to start walking forward again.
New chapter begins next – The Witches Circle.
The Heat of the Moment.
Tsu: It had been really nice to be like this, just sitting there and nothing going on. He listened to the words and let out a small chuckle, it was indeed funny how Valmont acted sometimes.
” Just a scratch? It is not, it’s a gash that was treated.” He said towards him and let a small sigh escape his lips.
Hearing about the last statement he only nodded his head in agreement. Zachary was a powerful person and he would do good in bringing back the two. It had been a sad night but, it was slowly getting better and Nicholas would make sure Valmont wouldn’t do something stupid but, he didn’t know what was to happen. Seeing Val’s hand move to undo the second button and then another, along with another and it being completely open. It took a second to sink in on what he was doing, lost in thoughts for the moment. Feeling something soft hit his shoulders he realized that Valmont had moved closer and Nicholas hair was down. ‘It looks much better down.’ that comment along made his face heat up with redness slightly.
Shocked beyond belief was the right term to use for Nicholas right now. Feeling himself pulled into him, against his chest only made his body slightly heat up more. Nicholas could smell the hunger and feelings coming off Valmont and he wasn’t surprised, Val was attracted to females. He knew this was clear enough as to why he was doing what he was doing right now to him. Did Nicholas want to go through with this? It was a conflicting feeling he had at that moment, he didn’t want to end up regretting or hurting later.
” Valm-.. “ Nicholas was about to protest but, he had been cut off with lips pressed against his own.
Feeling his hips against Valmonts he could indeed feel it, pressing into him and it was rather arousing. His breath had hitched a bit in the kiss and he had hummed a ‘Mhm’ to the question. After a second he lost it, he had started kissing him back. Gladly opening his lips to allow his tongue inside, being greeted by his own tongue. Nicholas had moved a bit to sit completely on Valmont’s lap, his legs on the side of his waist on both sides. As there bodies danced upon each other, Nic’s hands would wonder around his chest, undoing his shirt and pulling it off, just as he had to him. Feeling his bare skin against him he was slightly down about not having something besides flatness but, that was just the female part talking again.
Nicholas hand had slid down Valmonts chest down to his lower waist, over his pants and under Nicholas himself. It was surprising what he did next, he had grabbed a hold of his growth and gently squeezed, releasing after. Be it Nicholas hadn’t had intercourse before he knew what to do, his body not of his own and reacting on its own in many ways, Nicholas hadn’t felt this way before.
Embassy of Hell
What they were doing in a sense was taboo, and against everything that Valmont ever thought he was capable of. But this feeling simply wouldn’t die. The more that they kissed, the harder that Valmont grew, and of course when Nicholas moved his hand down and grabbed a hold of his aching shaft, Valmont was lost to the moment. He let out a loud growl of intense pleasure. Nicholas may not have been experienced in the arts of love making, but he sure knew how to get a handle on things. It was only when Nic released him that the incubus wanted to excite him further. His hand fumbled as it undid the belt that held up Nicholas’s pants, and with liquid like reflexes, he was able to get his hand into Nicholas’s pants, and delve between what he found to be sweet wet folds of skin.
“There you are.” Valmont whispered in a husky voice, now moving his lips to Nicholas’s neck – feasting on his soft skin with well trained lips. His fingers sliding in and out of Nic’s wet lower lips, till he found the entrance to what was the jewel that he sought. He brought his head back as one hand was supporting Nicholas’s buttocks, the other was now delving deeper to drive Nicholas wild with desire and want. There was going to be no stopping the incubus, now that he had his fingers teasing his entrance so eagerly.
“I want to be inside you.” Valmont stared at Nicholas breathing harder. His fingers pushing their way inside – one first….then the second as he watched Nicholas’s face for a reaction. It didn’t matter anymore that Nicholas was half and half. He had found the woman that was hidden behind the veil and now he wanted to claim Nicholas as his.
Haze had filled Nicholas vision for a couple of seconds. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, it felt to amazing to figure what was real. Feeling him harden more against him, a small smirk came to his lips. A moment later something happened that simply aroused him beyond going back. Hearing his husky voice he leaned his head back in pleasure. Oh how it was effecting him so much, before he knew it he was moaning his name out as he continued diving in.
” Hmn, oh god Valmont.. Valmont, oh Val.. “ He had said, his breath hitching up higher.
He could feel how wet it was, his face completely flushed now. Nicholas figured he’d return the same pleasure, something he was looking forward too. Letting his hand slide down his chest and undo his pant button, just like he did and slid his hand in. Moving about he’d slide his hand in between the hole of his boxers, grabbing a hold of his hard shaft. Slowly his hand would start moving up and down it, stroking and squeezing slightly, teasing him.
” I-I-I-I want you inside me too, Valmont. “ The flushed male said.
This had been a really joyful experience and he loved it. His hand would continue on moving, his head going forward and taking his lips to Valmont’s neck, sucking. Slowly he’d continue on doing that while continuing his actions below. Nicholas was willingly going to give himself to Val tonight.
Razorbackwriter; Embassy of Hell
The quiet of the office became filled with the light stuttering from Nicholas and the more vocal grunts coming from Valmont. The pair were now engaged in touching the other, exploring and feeling. Their desires were now rising steadily. It was only a matter of time now before they took it to the dizzying next level. This…this was so wrong and yet it felt so right and amazing. The simplest of erotic pleasures had them both feverish with want. Valmont tilted his head back just a little as he allowed Nicholas to kiss at his neck. He was responding beautifully. It was like music to hear him whisper in short bursts between the feather light kisses.
Hmn, oh god Valmont.. Valmont, oh Val.. “ How long he had waited to hear his name said with such passion, such fire. It burned into the ambassador’s mind, as his fingers thrust deeper and deeper into his new lover. Such heat and so wet. Oh he was ready. More than ready. Valmont’s hips started to rock back and forth in time with the way in which Nicholas’s fingers stroked him with more force. Squeezing…so tight. A promise of what awaited him.
” I-I-I-I want you inside me too, Valmont. “ It was said…and the look on Valmont’s face was one of amazement blended with euphoria. Sliding his fingers out of his lover’s wetness, he brought them up to his own lips and sucked off the dew, closing his eyes at the taste. Valmont set Nicholas down for a moment, only to lower his pants till he kicked them off on the floor. With both men now sheading their cloth, it was indeed a beautiful sight. Valmont’s eyes drinking in Nicholas’s body. Truth was, he was beautiful. Exquisite. Unaware that this was the very first act of intimacy that Nicholas had ever experienced, Valmont was preparing to take his lover to the moon and back.
With one hand, he swept everything off his desk so it all went crashing to the floor. He cared not for the noise that it made, or the mess. So out of character. With a look of intense hunger, he picked Nicholas up and then laid him down on the table so his hair fanned out in a beautiful fan around his face. He brought one of Nicholas’s legs up to drape over his own shoulder, as he pushed the other leg back so the knee faced up. Now, with his ripeness exposed, Valmont started to slowly rub his full grown length between the slick folds of his clit. Valmont’s jaw slackened as he closed his eyes and continued to move his hips back and forth. The dew of Nicholas’s sex was now coating Valmont’s member to the point it glistened. Hard and pink.
Opening his eyes, he stared down at Nicholas, and uttered in a deep voice riddled with lustful intent.
“You shall want no other after me.”
The final words….and Valmont took his shaft into his hand and pushed it to the opening, pressing once…twice, before sliding in. Going deeper…deeper, till their skin met, and he had him whole. Valmont let out a cry that was of joy and intense satisfaction. Tighter than any woman he had had before, Nicholas was truly special. And he was Valmont’s.
“Say my name….call to me. Beg for more.”~RB~