Skyhooks – You just like me cause I’m good in bed.

Here is a song to sing along to.  Do it loud!  You know you want too.   Skyhook’s classic “You just like me cause I’m good in bed”  performed live in Melbourne in the 80’s during their reunion tour.  Many of the bands song were banned from radio due to their offensive lyrics and tone.  No wonder they sold so many records.  Enjoy!  ~RB~

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed (X 4)

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed
Yeah that’s what your girlfriend said
You just like me ‘cos I give you some head
You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed

Well I’ll meet you in the pub at two minutes to ten
You’re all ready to go
Six bottles of beer and a sneer on your face
I’d run but I’m much too slow

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed (X 4)

At half past one I’m flat on the floor
Caught like a rat in a trap
Fifteen times a week and you still want more
God you talk such crap

You just like ‘cos I’m good in bed (X 4)

You imagine yourself as Mick Jagger’s girlfriend
He wouldn’t even spit in your eye
I bet you he don’t get raped every weekend
I feel so weak I could die

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed (X 4)

You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed
Yeah that’s what your girlfriend said
You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed
You just like me ‘cos I’m good in bed

A Jealous Guy – The Embassy of Hell : PD

 

Tsu:

 
You think Nicholas would still be happy when Valmont got out of the tub but, he wasn’t, the feeling had dropped moments later. He could hear it in his voice that he was done with what we were doing for now, Nicholas would watch him walk out only nodding. Sitting there in the water still he stared at the wall and pondered on a couple of things that came to his head. Was it going to be like this, until time for them to be together again? Was this all going to be done in secret behind closed doors, no one knowing? More things had went through his mind as he finally got up from the bathtub. He hoped it wouldn’t but, he wouldn’t push his luck on it. This was still so new to Nicholas and what was it that he was feeling at this moment? Maybe this is what it feels like to be in love and always want that one thing. Standing in front of the mirror he blinked a couple of times and looked himself over. It’s going to be okay, right? He asked himself as a gut feeling in the pit of his belly was telling him otherwise. Taking a towel he would wrap it around his waist and walk out into the room, walking about he picked up his usual clothing and got dress. After a couple of minutes he’d look in the mirror and started braiding his hair, a thought came back to how Valmont said it looked good down. Should he leave it down? No, he wouldn’t do that just yet, continuing he finished the braid and looked once again like he usually does.

After everything was finished Nic would walk out of the room shutting the door, he’d walk down the hall and passed a couple of maids, smiling and waving. He was usually liked upon the staff since he had the feminine charm around him, though he never talked long with them. Stopping by the kitchen doors he’d open them and look about seeing Carlos doing his stuff.

” Carlos, we have yet again another guest probably coming, make sure their is plenty of food.” He said and saw him turn nodding with a smile.

Shutting the door he’d walk down the hall more, something felt like he was being watched but, he’d ignore the feeling for now. Coming back to the main foyer, he’d walk to the desk and went about looking over a couple of things. He was half tempted to go see Valmont but, he wouldn’t, if anything was needed he’d call him. Going around the desk he would take a seat in the wooden chair, picking up papers and scanning over them, writing a couple of things and going about his work. Thoughts occupied his mind and he didn’t need them right now. With a small sigh he’d shake his head and went back to doing what he did.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

One of the kitchen staff, a young starry eyed baker by the name of Shia, couldn’t help but notice Nicholas as he came in to tell Carlos that they were expecting another guest and that they would need to make sure there was plenty of food. Having just put her tray of sweet breads in the oven, Shia had time up her sleeve. Over the scent of the many sweet smells and aromas of the kitchen, she couldn’t help but smell that….testosterone coming from Nicholas. What was it about him today, that was so….goddamn sexy? She slapped down her tea towel and then took off her apron, while Carlos went to check on getting enough plates and cutlery ready for another guest. This gave Shia the perfect, golden opportunity. She bit her lip as she snuck out of the kitchen, while Carlos was in the pantry.

Ducking down the hall, she knew where Nicholas’s office was, as she had delivered breakfast trays there before. She kept seeing that gorgeous image of him in her mind. The way his cheeks were showing that hint of pink. Those luscious lips. It had been a few weeks since she enjoyed her lover’s attentions and you could say she was a bit hard up for a bit of quick nookie.

Looking to see if anyone was coming, she smirked as she turned the handle of the office door, and then pulled the door open, only to step inside and see Nicholas at his desk. He looked….so hot right now.

Leaning on the door after she closed it, she started to unbutton her blouse. As far as she knew he had no other lovers. So it was just Nicholas and her….in the lonely office.

“Sir….fancy squeezing my buns.” She was pouting and showing off her huge rack. Her ripe breasts showing off for him to see, if he fancied a bit.

“You’ve been cooped up here too long. Need…a woman’s touch.” She started to stalk him.

The poor guy.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It had been quiet and Nicholas was to caught up in his paperwork and thoughts to realize someone was coming. But, once he heard the door open and a voice, he looked up. To his surprise he didn’t expect to see Shia standing there, with her breasts hanging out. A small blush came to the males face, he had to admit they were big and what she was doing was rather arousing, his male side was kicking in. This girl was wanting some affection, he could tell from the way she was, must of been a while since she had some. Nicholas wasn’t sure how he should react to this situation, he knew that he just went through a lot of other stuff right now, not long ago. It had been rarely at times that someone has come on to him, he’d always reject of course cause of his situation. Sighing he got up and walked over to her, meeting her half way. Stopping in front of her he’d hold his hand up to stop her.

” Shia, I don’t need a woman’s touch, nor am I going to squeeze your buns.” Nicholas said.

In the process he’d put his hands over his chest, waiting for her to back off but, he knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Shia was finding it hard to believe that Nicholas didn’t need a woman’s touch. He outright rejected the notion of squeezing her buns, even though that was really a play on words. Chewing her lip, the baker found herself transfixed by the way Nicholas was standing. Arms folded over his chest, like he was waiting for something. Maybe he had been denying himself from the sins of the flesh for another reason. But the baker could see a change. There was this new glow to his cheeks, even the way his hair sat. Just oozed sex appeal and she was getting all the wrong signals. Slowly, the baker tore off her shirt and let it fall to the ground, with her breasts now on full display.

“You coop yourself up here. I have watched you. Slaving away for the Ambassador, and doing everything he wants. Tending to his needs. Oh Nic. I can give you what you need. What you crave. I promise not to tell.” She brought a finger up to her lips as if to invoke a vow of silence.

“I have firm hands…a good grip. Wet lips that ache to be used by someone noble like yourself.” Her voice now had a husky edge. She approached him and tried to lace her arms around his neck so that he would feel the press of her great melons upon his clothed chest. “Oh Nic…you smell so good.” her voice becoming husky with lust, while rubbing her bare chest up and down Nic’s chest, whether he liked it or not.

From the back it was a very compromising position to find one’s self in. Just then the door to Nicholas;s office opened, and an angered looking Ambassador was standing in the doorway.

“Step away from him…..now.” the voice was so full of rage, and yet barely able to be controlled. Fearfully, the baker glanced back to see Valmont….and he was a sight that she would never forget.

“Ambassador…”

Oh now she was in for it. The Ambassador stepped into the room and then closed the door behind him. Slowly, Shia released Nicholas, now looking confused. The tension in the air so thick you could carve it.

“He asked me to have sex with him.” The baker started, now blaming Nicholas for the act they were caught in. She tried to cover up her bosom as though embarrassed, but the Ambassador knew better. He himself had the same woman hit on him, and though he found it flattering, he never actually did anything with her.

“He did?” Valmont asked questioningly, shooting a look at Nicholas which read…not to answer that. The girl bent down to scoop up her shirt, as the Ambassador stepped forward and the moment she went to stand, his hand shot around her neck and he held her well off the ground.

Shia struggled in his grip, the shirt now falling to the floor. The woman’s bosom bouncing as he shook her like a rag doll.

“YOU….ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A TAINTED SLUT. NICHOLAS HAS A LOVER.” he then squeezed his fingers so hard they buried into the girl’s neck as he held her at the very edge of her existence. His eyes changed to the sharpest shade of red, his nostrils flaring. He then finished the sentence.

“Me.” The sound of her neck breaking could be heard, the look of absolute shock on her face as her life drained out of her and was absorbed into the Ambassador’s mouth. Her body quaked for a few seconds before turning into a pile of ash on the floor.

Valmont was panting hard as the event reached its dramatic conclusion, before he fixed his gaze upon his lover.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

This was a very intense and awkward situation for Nicholas, he had never been full on from a girl before. Seeing her shirt drop he took in view of what was in front of him, she had a nice pair but, Nic wasn’t interested. She knew what he craved? He doubted, one thing he craved was the thing that wasn’t here right now. It had surprised him when she put herself on him, his hands slightly catching around her back, so he didn’t fall. Though what happened next made Nicholas nervous, Valmont had walked in and he had looked at him, his face was not of one he had seen before. The girl backed off and went to retrieve her shirt. Hearing her comment he slightly growled a bit in the back of his throat, he did not. His hand slightly clenched as he looked at her back. You bitch, I can’t believe you dare lie to him. He was about to respond until he heard Valmont and saw him look at him, him keeping silent now. Seeing the girl picked up and shaken he couldn’t help but feel bad for her now, though his words did shock Nicholas beyond belief. Valmont had just publicly displayed that him and Nichols were together but, the girl wasn’t around to tell. She was now laying in a pile of ash, watching the life being drain from her and the cracking, Nicholas had somewhat grown a bit afraid.

Though moments later he had realized this is what Valmont was, he was one for taking the souls of woman but he’d never seen the process in front of him. So once he was now looking at him, he was shocked on what to say. So many things ran through his head could he end up like that? He wasn’t fully a girl but, that didn’t make a difference. If he ever made him mad or upset, or simply crossed the wrong path would he be hurt? Nicholas simply stared at Valmont, no emotions on his face, just a very slightly pale face almost blank looking at him. Finally regaining his composure he started speaking.

” I.. I don’t think you had to kill her.. even if she deserved it. Is that how it’s going to be every time someone tries something on me?Nicholas asked, showing that he was concerned and slightly frightened but, not much.

Breathing slowly and quietly he had been back against the edge of the desk due to the girl jumping on him. His hands stayed by his side as he looked at the pile of ash, it was a truly frightening site but, their had been worse out there. No more words would come from Nicholas lips, as he looked back at Valmont, simply staring.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont quickly realized what he had done as the last of Shia’s ash rained down from his hand. He stood there, now shocked that his inner demon had revealed itself and committed murder right in front of his lover. The jealous streak, matched with the woman’s own lies about his lover wanting her, fused together and made him turn into the darker side of himself. The fear that was etched on Nicholas’s face was rightly justified, and as he stammered and questioned if this was how Valmont was going to be each time another showed interest, than they had very dangerous times ahead.

“But she said you wanted her. She lied. I know she did. You love me.” There was this unashamed innocence in his statement. Like he didn’t truly know how to deal with a rival. This woman, had bared her chest and was trying to get Nicholas to make love to her….then lied. Still, was that a good enough reason to kill her?

Nicholas must have been so frightened now, and who could honestly blame him. Valmont had not yet come out publicly about their relationship, this even being the first and it had set a horrible precedence. The look on Valmont’s face was one of confusion and such sadness. He had overreacted by punishing this woman with a death sentence that was carried out right before his lover’s eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me.” his head shaking as he brought his hand up and raked his finger through his unruly silver locks. He had never felt so strongly about anyone before, especially one that was not truly one sex or the other.

“My jealousy ruled my head.”

Valmont took a step back and his face was now etched in sorrow. Would Nicholas ever forgive him for this? The staff would start asking questions for certain. This may lead to an inquiry or worse. Valmont backed out of the room and closed the door. His footsteps heard getting fainter as he went to find refuge in another part of the Embassy to think about what he had done.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

The First Leviathan – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Kiri:

 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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It seemed to Orimitsu that Astaroth wasn’t very bright when it came to when a statement was given to him in differing situations, including at that moment when he had been threatened; he brushed it off as nothing, however, he never realized that this wasn’t just a mere threat, it was a damned promise. Orimitsu wasn’t afraid to brush away weakness and if it came down to it, he would do so with extreme prejudice, no hesitation to kill whoever got in his way; that was the way this place worked and if they were to survive in this place then Astaroth would have to stop acting like a child. And it seemed that Alaric agreed with that much if not anything, which was another reason that Orimitsu respected the Naga, when it came down to it they didn’t have time to wait and with the Naga agreeing with Orimitsu, the dragon turned and followed him; it would be better to send out more spies and he knew it. But maybe it would have been better to have stayed, for as soon as the Dragon exited the castle, transformed and then took off into the sky; things got interesting for the two in the throne room.

(TC: Unknown for the time being)


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As the two may, or may not, have been conversing about what was to happen with the situation; there was actually a silent battle making its way straight for them one step at a time, or maybe one Flash Step at a time as the combatants went down one by one with a single male moving about among them. The battle was a silent one because no guard that stood against this male with burning orange hair was able to keep up long enough to make a sound, they stood and they fell in the next instant, nothing but rabble to him without any real strength to stand against a fighter of his level and power; they had no control or power over him nor could they. Once he reached the throne room however, a massive brute of a man decided to stand in his way, and Ikki narrowed his eyes momentarily before a sinister grin spread over his face.

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“Kien Setsudan-ki!”

In the next moment an eruption of Demonic Flames blasted through the door, blowing it from its hinges while also revealing just who it was that had done this; as well as revealing the corpse of the guard fall to the floor, having been cut vertically from head to toe. Ikki looked down at the creature with a sneer before taking a single deep breath, scoffing as he spoke to himself.

“Hmph.. one weakling after another today, will I not get a REAL challenge soon?”

With a disappointed sigh, Ikki turned and looked to the two on the end of the throne room, expecting them to actually be in shock; however, Ikki was already on edge with his senses, using his connection to spiritual effects to sense any change in the atmosphere alongside his senses. He wasn’t a fool, he’d heard of Astaroth’s power, while he didn’t fully understand it he did know that it was trouble and he was waiting for it. Rumors were a powerful thing if you could find the right ones after all, and the more he heard the more he knew, whether it be true or not; the truth can be gleaned from lies.

“Whether it be rude or not… I have some questions only you can answer, and I advise you to not waste my time. I’m in a foul mood today, and with your guards trying to stop me from entering the damn island, let alone castle, it hasn’t helped… now. Who killed the first Leviathan.”

Tory:

[RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle throne room

Astaroth nodded. He trusted his advisors. He’d go later and get his own collection of weapons and hand the ones he wouldn’t use to the higher ranks. After all, he had quite the collection of weapons he rarely got a chance to use due to his unfortunate arrangement. He believed it was something like what the humans called house arrest. Only, his was quite permanent. He’d have to see if he could somehow trick his attacker into destroying the seal or barrier or whatever it was keeping him there.
Hah! he was brought out of his thoughts by Salem’s joke. “Maybe I should just take the form of females from now on. See how they like that.” he grinned at the genie and looked for the other two, but found that they had left while he was thinking. He would say they had been rude, but he had an inkling of a feeling that at least Alaric had excused himself.
His head turned towards the door at the sudden intrusion of heat and uncomfortable flames that made Astaroth’s skin crawl, in the literal sense as well as he was in the process of answering the threat by shifting his form to something more suitable to deal with said threat.

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Black feathered wings held out to seem larger and a hand on a hilt of a sword that had suddenly appeared. Astaroth did not dilly dally when it came to dealing with threats on his life. It had only seemed like a flutter between the blue haired elf to the black winged angel when he had in reality hopped to his armoury for a short second to grab the first sword he found.
Now, that is a very good question. Did you ask it in hopes of getting a reading or for the pure philosophical conversation that might sprout from that question? I’m curious.” he smirked at the newcomer, despite being a little surprised that he managed to get into the throne room when the castle was obviously closed for the day. He also wondered how many soldiers he’d lost because of that one person that needed answers to questions.
You could’ve just come when I had the throne room open for questions.” he said, this time annoyed. “You’re not the only one in a foul mood.” he pushed his hand a little down to draw attention to his sword, not to seem threatening or anything, more to just move.
“But to answer you question[/b]” he spit the word out, clearly not in the mood to answer but decided it was best anyway. Hopefully the guy would go away that way. “I have no idea who killed the first Leviathan, nor am I interested. Now please, I really don’t have the time to spare on silly men chasing answers that have nothing to do with me. Leave and come again when my castle doors stand open for answer seekers.” he lifted his forearms up with his palms towards the ground to perform a shooing motion.

Sieg
 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Salem just rolled his eyes as the other two decided to take their leave, finding it in a way funny that those two were in such a hurry. But he couldn’t really blame, in the end given the whole situation it was clear that if anything they needed to fortify their defenses and get ready in case their fears proved true and an invasion went on it’s way. But then again unlike the other two he did not took his leave, or moved from where he was as his eyes shifted from them to Astaroth. Unlike them he would not be able to move from here until commanded to do so, and truth to be told if something made him a bit more calm was the fact that one of them had spies while the other was going to get everything ready. He had his own tasks aswell, but it was here when his ability to just appear whenever he wanted on this island come useful

If you did my lord, I can easily foresee myself that they would start weilding bigger weapons just to make up for their “loss”

He kept joking, while he remained with his usual calm expression on his face until the moment he felt that flames and the doors were destroyed before them. Yet instead of shock on his golden eyes there was only annoyance, as a sphere of golden sands began spinning in his palm until it finally took the form of a scimitar that seemed to have belonged at some point to some sort of noble. The blade itself seemed to be made of gold, the sword with precious stones of different origins placed upon it, it was certainly a rather stunning weapon the one he was holding as he glared in silence towards the intruder. It wasn’t the first time someone decided to drop by in such…brutal fashion, instead of being logical and just knocking the front door…but it was certainly the first time they got this far, and the first time they reached Astaroth before Salem decided to fill their lungs with his golden sands for a moment or two just to teach them manners

What a brute…doesn’t he know how to knock a door and ask for the presence of the Master of this island?

Nevertheless, despite the annoyance this creature brought upon the genie, he never spoke directly or attacked the intruder, yet grains of his golden sands began floating in the air, slowly travelling across it like if they were lighter than dust as he got himself ready in case his lord gave him the command to attack, wich lucky for the room itself never came. And even if he did not attacked, he did not stayed motionless like an statue this whole time. He awaited for Astaroth to finish as his golden orbs glew as a golden gate raised ten steps behind this man, as the sands filled the area inside the gate, spinning and as different colors seemed to dance among the sands. It was a portal, one he opened for this man and that would take him basicly anywhere but here, what did this meant? Well, it meant that it was the same as throwing a dart as a spinning wheel with your eyes closed, wherever he ended could be anywhere, but here, and he would have no control about where he would end. It was after this one was raised that the Genie finally spoke, a polite tone remaining there, same one as if he was talking to a bussiness partner, but there was a certain edge on it, like if he was repressing an insult

The Gate behind you will make sure to take you away, and I heavily suggest you make use of it sir, and if I dare say so myself…next time…please make use of the door in a proper manner, repairing them while easy, becomes tedious

Just as he said this, the genie sightly raised his hands as the remains from the door slowly began moving back to the place where they rightfully belonged, as golden strings seemed to appear alongside them as the genie decided to take it into his hands to repair the damage this person caused, while he secretly wished that the portal placed him inside the most disgusting place possible, or at least, in the presence of someone that would teach him some proper manners. But he kept it to himself, powerful or not, the genie was bound by rules, and unless this man decided to attack Salem would remain passive, but rightfully angered and annoyed of course

Razorbackwriter:
[RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Kingdom – Pride Castle

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Alaric had been moving down the stairs towards the armory, when all of a sudden there was a great crash of doors that came from above. Most likely to be from the very throne room that he had left. It caused the Naga to stop in his place, though the bulk of his body was finding it difficult on the stairs. Twisting his torso a full one hundred and eighty degrees, his green hues narrowed and showed a nasty streak in the irises, whilst his tongue slithered out of his mouth and tasted the air. There was no mistaking that he could taste ash and smoke of all things, that came from a sudden burst of fire or flame. Was the King’s premonitions correct in that someone would dare to enter the island fortress and attack, or was the King burning the curtains out of boredom? The very tip of the Naga’s tail twitched violently, and then stiffened at the roar of the voice that belonged to a creature or man that he had not heard before.

“Who killed the first Leviathan.”

The jewel headed naga was taken completely off guard by what he heard, and knew that the King’s life might be in danger if he overreacted or even raised a blade in the presence of someone from what he presumed to be the Kingdom of Envy. Somehow the intruder had made it past the defenses, and not only that he had not heard the alarms being shouted and blasted from the battlements. With this knowledge, the Naga quickly headed back towards the throne room, his long muscular body pushing him along the stone floor. The snake like form weaving in an “S” pattern for better propulsion.

As the first part of his body made the throne room entrance, he was shocked by the sight that had now shown itself. There was the King, just before his throne, the Genie of course, who was speaking of a golden gate, that was certainly not in the throne room when the naga had left. The being that had asked the question, the naga assumed – stood between the golden gate and the genie. Was this how he planned to deal with an unwelcome visitor?

The first thing that the naga would do….rather than rise up and make some bold challenge, was to use his brain.

“No one in this room knows what happened to the first Leviathan.” Alaric spoke with every bit of pride that he could muster. “The King himsself is bound to this island fortress. He does not engage with the other royals. He is far too comfortable….in these ssurrounds.”

If the visitor dared to turn his head and look back he would see the jewel headed naga rising up proudly behind the golden gate, its many coils now entering the room and forming beneath his torso so that he seemed larger than he actually was. Alaric was quick to test the air with his tongue, for other scents and smells in the air to ascertain if there were others present, but not showing themselves. All he could pick up on was Ikki…and Ikki alone.

It was now a standoff. The naga was naturally on the defensive, but he saw no reason to make first strike. If the unwanted guest did attempt an attack, the naga would resort to defending himself….and the King if need be. But he did have one question, that had probably not been asked.

“Who sent you?”

~RB~

Kiri:
 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Surely Pride didn’t think that Ikki was going to enjoy being taunted, by not just him but also his little minion, and then expect him to just leave peacefully; never to really care or return? If he did so, then he was more of a fool and child than Ikki had originally thought, and was about to be in for a rude awakening. He kept what was possibly the best facade of calm in Hell as he listened to Pride and his little minion without any real concern as to what was about to happen thanks to the fact they seemed to be in too great a hurry to get Ikki out of the room without a fuss; like they actually had something to hide. Ikki scoffed at the portal, taking one, two, three, four steps before stabbing the portal with his sword, an eruption of demonic flames immediately occurring afterwards – therefore destroying the portal and incinerating the sands. Ikki had watched every motion made by Pride, easily keeping up with his speed as his face began to be covered by his mask as he rose his blade to make another slash, to incinerate both the minion and Pride himself; however, as his flames coursed down his blade he stopped at the sound of another voice and turned silently, looking back as he listened.

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“Hmph. Perhaps someone in this Kingdom actually has a brain and isn’t so much of a child and coward as to try to make me leave immediately without conversation, though I may love a good fight, I do understand the importance of using your head and not acting high and mighty; I’m beginning to wonder who the real Prince of Pride is in this place. My name is Ikki, and yours? I have come of my own free will, as my Master himself decreed I should make my own decision.”

As Ikki responded to the Naga, his voice was laced with honest annoyance at the fact he had done nothing but deal with cowards all day, however, his voice echoed with a sinister note; it was enough to send shivers down the spine of even the coldest blooded creatures, as it sounded like he was mixing two voices in one. One demonic, one human. How would Pride and the minion reply? How would the Naga? No one could tell until it happened.

 

A Drop of Blood – The Kingdom of Sloth : PD

 

 

Kiri:

 

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

 

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Sayaka couldn’t deny she was beginning to get agitated with this fool of a man who thought he could just talk as he pleased, treating her like she was nothing more than an invader who was doing what she wanted, it’s not like she wanted to hear his thoughts, like she wanted to know all this shit about him. That didn’t interest her in the slightest, but she couldn’t help but do that now that she was in his body, much to her despair. Luckily Kat woke up fairly soon, which was the only thing that saved Grey from the worst spiritual cursing that he ever got, but soon enough once Kat fully remembered everything and began poking the undead at a rapid pace. So, taking a bit of his energy, Sayaka spoke with a bit of enhanced energy, so that Kat would be able to hear her.

“Kat, Kat. Relax, the only reason I’m here may be because of this dolt, but it worked out for the best to be honest with you. So long as we can find me a new body soon… we’ll be fine.”


And at that, Hikari had sat there, looking with those spiritually aware eyes that showed everything to her, she could see it all clearly as day, it wasn’t that hard to really hear them either for the Bakeneko; not when the girl was being attentive, and as she listened it seemed that a male had noticed her presence. He was perceptive, only thing is… he didn’t know what he was messing with from what she could tell, so she dropped the small camouflage that she had put up and stepped from the shadows, the Kitsune male following her out as she eyed them cautiously.

Hikari: I apologize, my name is Hikari Fujiwara. Sounds to me like you are the ones trespassing in Sloth, but who cares about the details. I have the feeling Tazuya fell asleep again, so I may have to go wake his heavy ass up.”

Hikari said this with a lively voice, something that had to be out of place in this kingdom, but she didn’t take any notice of it, she was virtually unaffected by the spectacle happening in front of her until she heard the spectral voice, her eyes taking on a glow as she looked a bit closer; and thank the Lord, she could actually see the Soul, and its connection to Grey. Luckily… Hikari had a body just behind her, Huh, lucky for the princess of wrath huh?

Hikari: “From what I can tell… you need a new body for that wayward soul, just so happens we have a soulless husk behind me. If you’re interested… I can help, but there is a small requirement, nothing political, I promise.”

Sieg:

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Kat’s awakening came up at a rather unexpected moment, and honestly, it was not something that Grey fully enjoyed. Yeah, he did not had troubles with being poked or things around those lines…but what he had troubles with was her constant poking and the very presence inside of him that did not just penetrated into the depths of his previously souless self but now also was taking energy from him…and above all…calling him a dolt. Who did she thought she was? This was his body she invaded, and he was sure that if in life he did was much as to touch her she would have reacted wrongly. For an undead, this was worst than rape and castration together, she took a spot that did not belonged to her…and he wasn’t going to go forgiving this or letting it pass anytime soon

I didn’t sucked anyone’s soul…your friend went inside without asking, it’s what happens when you are an undead you dummy…and I swear to god if you call me dolt you ethereal fart I will make you witness things that will make you be ashamed or looking at any object again…

Half the statement towards Kat, the other half towards Sayaka, said in a whisper as he tried to shush them while his eyes shifted then to the other living beings in here. Hearing their statements it became clear why they were in this state, in the end given that they were in Sloth he would be surprised if that sudden need to don’t move and sleep didn’t crawled into their bodies. Of course, he was curious about why this girl wasn’t in the same state as him or the woman he was holding to him right now in an attempt to carry her with one arm. Still despite his curiosity Grey knew well that this meant that surely she would be in a much better shape if it came to fight, and honestly, he did not wanted to pick a fight in this state…not until chaos was recharged. So he released the pistol under the coat, again lifting Kat into both his arms despite the fact that her poking irritated him to no end

We felt here by accident, first of all…and second, as much as I would like to take her off me right now and send her packing…there is one small issue, I’m an undead, what literally means that she is covering the spot where my soul was so…

Sayaka would know he was making excuses out of distrust, but he wasn’t entirely wrong. The spot where his soul once was, it was the very spot she invaded which was why she basically knew what he did, his past and also could read his thoughts. If anything it was the chaos that prevented her from taking full control of him aswell as his own will. Still the distrust was there, it was just too lucky for them that somebody came by and made such an offering…perhaps way too lucky, in the end not everyday people go around with empty corpses to be filled

In any case, just out of curiosity, what requirement would that be?

And before you say something “Your rapistness”…let’s just hear what she wants

It was more for his than her sake, but he still was giving a bit of a damn about her, enough to wonder why this girl would offer them help and what she would want in exchange. Of course he did not trusted the princess of wrath inside of him to keep quiet on this matter, so as a way to keep her silent he decided to call upon, remember every single perverted thing he had done at the same time, as a sort of revenge. He knew that if it did not made her embarrassed to know the things done by and to this body, then she would be disgusted enough to be quiet for a moment…or at least, would make her focus her attention into speaking to him rather than paying more focus to the girl that somehow knew he was dragging along the very soul of the princess of wrath

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Poor Kat. It was so hard for her at this moment, cause she saw what the Prince of Gluttony had done to the body of the Princess, and yet here was her voice speaking to her mind and trying to get the cat witch to calm down. The man she had made the trip out of Witches circle with, kept trying to explain over the top of the voice of Sayaka that it was the Princess who invaded his body with her soul, and that landing in this place, was a simple accident or miscalculation on Kat’s part. Truth was that landing there was probably better. A being who introduced herself as Hikari, explained where they were and who she was. Blinking Kat stared up at the Bakeneko, half surprised that she had not tried to attack them for trespass. Certainly most kingdoms would have the hell hounds loose at this point.

So here they were. The undead Grey who was harboring Sayaka’s soul, and Hikari offering a new husk or…body for Sayaka to use. It was a little too convenient, though normally Katrina wouldn’t kick a gift horse in the teeth. Could their landing here in a way be a blessing? Katrina didn’t want to make a mistake, like having her Mistress put in the body of a man or worse….some old ugly crone. Sayaka was the Princess of Wrath….or was. Right now she wasn’t sure anymore.

With all deals there was always a catch. Hikari spoke of a small requirement and Katrina immediately began to get the idea that might entail a blood sacrifice of some sort. But whose blood would be needed?

Feeling a little more awake than before, Katrina asked Grey to put her down.

“Can we see….just what you have to offer to put my Mistress’s soul in?”~RB~Kiri:

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Sayaka couldn’t believe her own luck, first she fought against Beelzebub, and against her better judgement made a mistake that cost her her old body and her powers. Second, her soul ended up removed from her body and she was forced to take up residence in the body of an undead filled to the brim with Chaos. And now she was here, in Sloth of all places, and was having to negotiate getting a new body off of one of its members. Now, she wasn’t complaining about getting a new body, it was the requirement that made her weary, but even then Sayaka needed to get a new body in order to be able to find out who it was that placed a curse on her family. Sayaka didn’t like getting in situations like this, but even then she had no choice. Ignoring Grey she responded.

Sayaka; Spirit of Wrath: “I will pay whatever it takes in order to be able to get a new body, so that I may accomplish my goals.”


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Hikari: “You do not have the means to give out what is required, with all due respect.”

Hikari could tell that the trio were cautious, and with that she had to give them a bit of respect on the matter due to the fact that it was a well placed caution considering their current situation and everything that it entailed honestly speaking; however, Hikari wasn’t too concerned with that as she changed her form to something a bit more comfortable. After having changed her form, Hikari beckoned to the man who was behind her, bringing him up to stand in front of the Bakeneko as she explained.

Hikari: “The requirement is very simple, I just need a drop of blood from her, however, as it seems that you don’t have her body… blood from the person closest to her will suffice. And that does not mean you undead, even if forging you a new soul would be an easy task.”

Sieg:

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Four minutes and ten seconds, it was the amount of time it took anybody to tell that Grey wasn’t a gentleman of any sorts or kind. Heck, if anything one would say that he was a plain old brute which made it even stranger when you actually knew he technically used to be most gentle and respectful priest you could come across. So it was no surprise that when Kat wanted down, his first thought was to release her right there…which he actually did, in the end if she was awake enough to bother and poke him non stop she was awake enough to not fall on her rear when he released her. Call it payback of sorts, in the end he didn’t liked to be accused of sucking out the princess soul, in the end maybe other undeads were into that, but he sure as hell wasn’t

I do have a soul, the difference is that I prefer to keep it under my play dead magazines under my bed and not take it out for walks

The undead placed his hands on his pockets, staring at the soulless male body that stood before them, finding it in a way funny that the princess would be stuck in there perhaps for eternity…heh…from princess to a mere bakeneko and even turned into a male. Dear god would he find this situation hilarious, at least it was better than the plan he had of getting something holy and just cast her off to that feathered guys up there just for the fun of messing around with both sides like he enjoyed so much…but he figured it would be better this way…unless of course is own sense of greed kicked in like it did now. Technically speaking he had the princess stuck inside…and that surely would be worth something…made him wonder how much her ethereal butt was going to be

And nice…now aside from being a dick you will have one just because you just so eager to bother people physically…but hey, at least your enemy won’t molest you after you completely failed at defeating it

He grinned, turning to Sayaka and just simplily saying a comment enough to surely poke a nerve. He knew how she fought, he saw it, and despite respecting her in a way just like a child he decided to poke a little fun at her, just aiming to see her pissed off face as long as it feminine and charming in a way to see. Yeah true, she was bothering him nonstop and made him feel violated but that didn’t meant that she wasn’t pretty enough with a pissed off expression for the undead to just enjoy messing with her and just looking like he took this rather lightly. Nevertheless he turned towards the female there, the one making that offering as he sighed, again returning to his much more serious behavior

In any case what do you get of all this? You have to get some benefit from helping her…

Heck if anything what do I get…I even lost my motorcycle just for keeping your ethereal butt from becoming that brute’s onahole.

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Poor Kat was unceremoniously dropped on her ass by Grey when she had asked merely to be set down. There is a difference between placing a person down gracefully and simply letting go with the attempt to get some sort of payback. The cat witch bounced onto the floor, and the cry that emitted from her lips was like that of a mad, and surprised cat. Oh the look she shot him, as she reached under her tush to give it a rub. And so this was why women had padding. For being dropped. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had been carrying Sayaka’s soul, she would have let fly. But the situation before them at the moment was still in terms of negotiation. A foul display from an annoyed witch simply couldn’t happen. They were in a kingdom that was not aligned with Wrath or any others for that matter.

Getting to her feet and dusting herself off as she tried to regain her composure, Kat learnt that in order for the deal to work, the necromancer would require a drop of blood. This was as Katrina had expected, but what she didn’t expect was that it would be her own blood that could do the trick. Katrina had not been in the employ of the Princess of Wrath long at all, but she had proved herself faithful to get her this far. Few could have managed it.

While Sayaka was obviously giving her host curry, Katrina was keeping her focus on Hikari. It was going to take an extraordinary amount of trust and goodwill on the cat witch’s part to agree to this strange ritual. But something inside the girl felt that there really was no other option. Sayaka couldn’t remain inside Grey, and he had made his feelings quite clear that he felt violated now. It was more than just being a host. The sooner they did this, then they could all go their separate ways, at least that was the plan.

Rolling up her sleeves, Katrina offered her arm to the necromancer. As though she was ready to be nicked, in order to have a small amount of blood released.

“Have at it.”

The big question was…..would it work?

~RB~