The Proposal – The Embassy : PD

 

Following on from ” A Jealous Guy” – The Embassy.

 

Tsu:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell

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_{Things had gotten very thick between the two males now. He could see how the emotions on Valmonts face changed, he had just realized what he did. Listening to his words he did love him, he loved no one else. Thinking about it, if Nicholas was in Valmont’s shoes and walked in like that, what would he of done? He surely wouldn’t of killed someone but, he would of been enraged by it. The sadness and confusion that was on Val’s face made Nicholas regret a bit of what he had said, he had said something else verses asking if he was okay. Once the door shut Nicholas stood there not entirely sure what he was suppose to do. So many things welled up inside him, he wasn’t sure if he was suppose to go after him or leave him. This was somewhat Nicholas fault too, he thought so. Hearing a knock at the door he saw someone he knew that he could trust. Mina, a small sigh of relief came to him.}

” Mina, I need you to clean this up and cover it up, you’re so good at doing it. I will reward you later.” He said and the girl only smiled and nodded at him.

Moments after Nicholas was out the door, trailing after Valmont. He didn’t care if people were looking at him, thinking about what had just happened tears started to form in his eyes. Jogging he had sense Valmont near and saw his back, people were whispering and wondering what was going on. Finally in the spur of the moment, Nicholas had collided with Valmonts back, his arms wrapping around his waist. Tears had fallen from his eyes completely now as he squeezed the male tight in the embrace.

” It’s not your fault, you didn’t know what you were doing. I’m sorry, I should of been more focused on your feelings. “ He spoke, it coming out somewhat in a slur. Maids and workers were gathering around or hiding behind the turn ways watching. ” If I was in your shoes at the time, I would of probably done the same thing. I would of let jealously got the better of me. I don’t want to let you go. “ He spoke in a sincere tone and what he had said next would be ended with workers gasping. ” I love you Valmont! I’ll love no one else, I want to always be by your side, forever.” Nicholas said a bit louder then he expected.

People were whispering now and gossiping, oh how it was out there now. What would everyone think about it? It wasn’t known but, he didn’t care. He just wanted to hold this man in front of him. If Valmont had any doubts about Nicholas ever coming out about his sexuality and his relationship with Valmont, they’d be blow away now.

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell

Embassy of Hell

Valmont was deep in thought. Troubled by the act of violence that he committed in front of his lover. The feeling of utter disappointment in himself for letting his jealous streak turn into a murderous stunt now left him wondering if Nicholas could ever forgive him. He walked silently with his head bowed. So shameful. It was eating him up inside, his stomach twisting up in knots. How could he face Nicholas again? Was the love affair over before it had truly blossomed?

The answer to this came in the form of hurried footsteps and the staff all raised their voices as the pair collided. Nicholas winding his arms around his lover as Valmont froze in his place. What on earth was he doing? Valmont could only wonder till he heard his lover say that it wasn’t Val’s fault.

“But…” All he could get out was one simple word, for Nicholas was speaking so fast it was impossible to interject. Now the focus was on the pair. There was no escaping this public outing. It was turning into a show, one which the maids and staff could hardly look away from. The truth was about to be exposed. There was no hiding it now.

One thing about Nicholas that remained true, was when he needed to get something off his chest. The words like a torrent that continued to flow till he was exhausted or got to the point.

But then with much power in his voice he declared his love for Valmont, much to the shock of the entire staff that were all watching and listening in. It was a spectacle. A real soap opera. There was no running from it.

Valmont reached down to take Nicholas’s hands and then turned so that the pair could look at each other. He would speak, but made sure it was loud and clear for all to hear.

“And you shall have me by your side. I’m not ashamed. I love you, and only you, Nicholas.”

The crowd gasped again, as they watched Valmont kiss his lover deeply, while his hands cupped his cheeks.

~RB~

Tsu:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell

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_{Gasps and gossiping had erupted and Nicholas didn’t care, at the moment he only cared about the man in front of him. He never wanted to let him go, truly. He heard his but and didn’t have any response to it, he had a fault in this too, he wouldn’t let Valmont be the only one to take blame for it. Biting his lip some he’d feel him turn in his grasp and hold his hand. A small blush came to his cheeks, they were doing this in front of the people. Would this mean they’d be official now then? It most likely would, it’d be interesting to see how it turned out. Hearing his words he only smiled at them, really listening and accepting them. Once he felt his lips to his own, he would lift his hands up to grab a hold of Valmonts shirt, pulling him in more.}

His lips moved against his in a deep passion, he so enjoyed it and wished it could be like that forever. But, he knew well enough that it couldn’t and things would be back to the way they were. Just this time around everyone would know and they wouldn’t need to hide, besides if they got really intimate. The thought kind of made him laugh in his head, he’d never get naked in front of someone else, let alone like Val would let him to it. His hands relaxed a bit but kept hold of his shirt, his eyes were shut now. Nothing else was in that room besides the two, the other people were non existent to him. He could take that their were glares at him and a couple of blushes from other girls at the moment and he didn’t care if the female workers hated him, he had what he wanted and he wouldn’t let anything get in the way. Those were his words but, it would change later on and he didn’t know that.

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell

The Embassy of Hell

The kiss was one of true love. Anyone watching could see that. Valmont was totally unashamed, in fact he was more than happy to give the staff of the Embassy a real show. His moans grew as he kissed Nicholas with a passion that was usually reserved for the bedroom. His hands wandering from the young man’s back to his ass, where he pulled him tight to his own hips.

Yes, the staff gasped, some were shocked while others were blushing fiercely. It was like some erotic display. You might be led to think that the Ambassador would take him right then and there – against the nearest wall.

Feeling the young man holding his shirt, Valmont let out a growl of pleasure and only pulled away from the kiss when he had made up his mind about how to deal with all this in a manner that would leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that the pair were an item.

Valmont reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch. He smiled down at it as he undid the small silk string that held it closed tight and the edges opened, as he put his hand in and retrieved a necklace. But there was something hanging on the edge that was like that of a ring.

The ambassador got down on one knee, much to the shock of the audience that had now gathered. This was the most dramatic thing to happen in the embassy since the last meeting of the Princes. Clearing his throat, he held up the ring towards his lover, and with a glint in his eyes he asked the question that would have all gasp once more.

“Nicholas. I never thought I would ever ask anyone this, but my feelings for you are stronger than just love. I want you to be the one that I wake up to. I want you to be the one that shares my bed. You are everything I have ever searched for in a soul mate. What I am asking is…..Nicholas, will you be my wife?”

~RB~

Tsu:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell

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_{The softness and comfort of the kiss had been one Nicholas missed. He wanted to always kiss Valmont but, there was passion behind this one. Feeling his hands down his back and onto his ass, pulling him against a moan would slip out. Nicholas could already feel his body working in wanting more, but it ended as he pulled away. His face was slightly red and he simply looked at Valmont, he loved his so much. What made him curious was that he was looking in his pocket and pulled out a small package, seeing it unwrapped he wondered what it was. It looked like a necklace, a ring on it? It must of been some gift and joy was spreading through him. He was glad to be receiving something from his lover but, once he was down on one knee, he froze. What was he doing? Is he doing what I think he is doing? No.. it can’t be, is it? So much had rushed through his head at that moment, it felt like the air had been sucked out of him. Everyone was gasping, along with Nicholas himself, he couldn’t believe the sight before him.}

Nicholas was speechless, surprise had shocked him beyond belief. This man, that he had known for years, who is now his lover his proposing to him. Nicholas never thought it’d happen in his life, it was truly a dream. He just stood there staring at him, did he want to? It didn’t cross his mind but, a lot came with marriage, something he wasn’t sure about. This had all still been new for him. You’d think he was going to run away but, he didn’t. He stayed and put his hand down onto his, holding his hands in his with the necklace. Nicholas dropped to his knees with Val and smiled a warm smile, slightly letting a couple of tears fall, tears of joy. Moments later he looked Valmont straight in the eyes, wanting him to see how he was and that he loved him just as much. He didn’t care if people knew about them now, or knew of what Nicholas was, he had let it out when he asked for him to be his wife.

” Yes, I will.”

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell

The Embassy of Hell

What a difference a day makes. The news of Valmont’s proposal had ripped around the Embassy like wildfire. No one on staff or those associated with the Embassy were even aware of their affair, so the whole thing was totally out of the blue. On rising, Valmont had gone down to the staff quarters and then walked straight into the staff dining hall, where all were seated to breakfast. On his arrival, the chairs were all pushed back, as they all rose to standing at the Ambassador’s unexpected arrival. It was unusual for him to even be in the lower part of the Embassy, but he had very good reason. The Head of house, Mister Crawford stood to attention – while the maids and footmen all waited and watched expectantly to what Valmont had to say.

Pulling lightly upon his right cuff, he urged all to take their seats again and apologized for interrupting their breakfast. With all being urged to take their seats again, by Mister Crawford, Valmont was then ready to say what he had come down for.

“I’m sure that you are all well aware of my proposal to Nicholas to be my wife.”

Again, the staff all stared at one another silently, before Mister Crawford was game enough to answer.

“One could hardly miss such news, Sir.”

“Quite. Well, I know that Nicholas has been considered a member of staff here for a long time, but that is all to change. Starting today. He is to have breakfast served to him in his room as is customary to those of higher standing in the household. Nicholas is to be treated with the utmost respect, and there shall be no ill whispers to be said about the engagement.”

The staff room was still in silence, but you could see a few heads nodding, now that they understood that this was a very real situation, though some may find it unusual.

“I shall have Benson wait on him and arrange a breakfast tray immediately, Sir.” Mister Crawford motioned for cook to go and make preparations for Nicholas’s tray immediately, which she left the dining table right away to do. Benson stood up from the staff dining table and bowed, before going to help in the kitchen. Seeing as everyone was keeping their thoughts to themselves, Valmont was about to leave, when a young maid couldn’t help but ask.

“Is there to be a spring wedding, Sir?” The hubub and rise of voices brought an amused expression from the Ambassador.

“Well, we will have to see what Nicholas wants. it’s not really for me to say.” Happy that his instructions had been taken on board, he bid the staff a good day, and headed back upstairs towards his office. He had a spring in his step and a broad smile upon his face. He was more than happy to let Nicholas sleep in today. He was going to need all the energy he could muster, if the Ambassador had anything to say about it. Course, there was the matter of Zachary who was still on the trail of Bandit and the unborn child. That was still in the back of his mind, naturally. There had been no progress reports, but it was still too early to speculate if Zachary had found her before Raul did.

Entering his office, a staffer was ready with a coffee pot and poured Valmont a cup.

“I never pictured you as a married man, Sir.” The staffer said, as Valmont took the offered cup. “Neither did I, Jenson…Neither did I.”

~RB~

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Heart ache – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Following on from “The First Leviathan” – The Kingdom of Pride.

 

Sieg:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

Salem merely raised an eyebrow at the sight of his portal just being destroyed by those demonic flames, not really feeling threatened nor worried about what happend before them. If anything his annoyance only increased enough for him not to feel fear as this intruder decided to speak to Alaric. In the end it was the way he saw this creature, as an intruder, one that demanded but gave nothing than useless shows of force in return for his demands…and if anything, the genie felt like if poison was running through his veins as he heards the words he said…and that tone. But his face masked well the desire he heard to close a portal around his neck if with that he made silence

Brute…coming here and demanding things without even having the proper manners…

If anything the genie’s dark thoughts were fueled by the similarity between this man and one of his past masters, some persian warrior from the past that the genie to this day smiled as he imagined his ultimate fate at the hands of a poor slave who drove a pair of scissors through his neck the moment he tried to pry her legs open. It was something he couldn’t help, the genie did not enjoyed brutes, he despised them with every bit of his soul, and even if this so called Ikki was not one, his actions already gained him the dislike of the ancient creature bound to the Prince of Pride

With no disrespect implied, if a conversation was what you desired we would have been all happy to have given one…but no creature has the right to feel offended by the lack of one, when they display such hostility without justification

Salem seemed to behave like a good servant, being respectful of those in the room even if deep inside he desired to gut this creature and hang it upside down on a boat so the birds made quick works of the remains. But he couldn’t…he needed to keep the appearances and so he did, just stating the facts as again his sands seemed to seeming appeard out of thin air as they both rebuilded the Golden Gate this creature destroyed as he just fixed any structural damage he may have caused using the magic contained in the sands. Afterwards he spoke, still that respectful and collected tone in his voice, as to the eyes of others he may have not seemed the least bit bothered

If a conversation you desire, you will have it, but it will require for you to stop your hostility towards this lands and the Prince himself before anything…and of course, clearly state why of all places your suspicious leaned towards this kingdom, of the many that could have performed the action that caused you to come here seeking answers

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

Kingdom – Pride Castle

The situation was coming to a head. From the words of the intruder, known simply as Ikki – a servant of the Lord of Envy, he was on a fact finding mission, that was to catch the culprit or murder the one that had slain the former head of Envy. The simple destruction of the golden gate the first time, along with further ill words being thrown around were not helping matters at all. Time for talk had come to an end. There was no correlation between whispers that the Pride kingdom had anything to do with Envy and the untimely death of the former Prince. To know the truth, one needed proof. Proof that would not be obtained between the walls of the Pride enclave. While the Prince himself was beyond annoyed by this stand off before him, the genie had chosen to use his tongue once more to bring the stale mate to some sort of conclusion. At the same time, he also engaged in bringing back that same gate that had been destroyed oh so easily. The Naga chose this moment to make his move. The great green eyes of the snake closed tight as the fabulous jewel that rested between its eyes was absorbed into its own skin. With that dissappearing from view, the snake began to morph into a full python. It’s body beginning to turn left – unravelling the massive coils as it created a perimeter around the Genie and the intruder. This ….circle would pass before the Prince of Pride as a method to shield him, whilst at the same time preparing a diversion.

When tail met head, the head of the massive naga reared up and it was then it did something very unusual. The jaw of the snake slackened, allowing the depth of the snake’s throat to be seen. But there was something in the serpent’s mouth now. Right at the back of the throat.

The jewel.

One thing about the Prince was he favored his own reflection, being a proud fellow. This meant that the Throne room itself was dotted with many mirrors and even small cuts of glass that was reflective. The naga chose to harness his environment to do a spectacular feat. A loud and terrible hiss came from the naga as the jewel was activated. The power of the jewel was a brilliant show of light, that rocketed out of the naga’s mouth and bounced off every single mirror in the room. This created a huge criss cross affect of light. Blinding enough to make it difficult to see, and possibly create a reaction from the invader to fall into the newly constructed Golden gate.

~RB~

Kiri:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

Ikki had been listening to them speak politely, and he didn’t care that he had offended the Prince of Pride at all, if he had then he wouldn’t have done it in the first place if he had to be utterly honest with you to the full degree; however, he wasn’t surprised that the man’s minion was callous enough to actually assume he had the ability to say Ikki had started the fights. He was defending himself from guards who took it upon themselves to attack him when he was being peaceful at first, and normally he would have exploded from that and snapped back at the male, rose his sword against him and challenged him; but it was obvious that at least one servant of Pride knew how to defuse a situation. Thankfully, Ikki took the hint to that and instead of fighting, he simply covered his eyes and decided to head through the portal as fast as he can… teleporting out of the place as he got the hint.

(TC)

Tory:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

Pride castle throne room

The nagas’ light show didn’t come as a surprise to Astaroth, he’d seen it happen before and it just so happened that his eyes weren’t so light sensitive as most others. A convenient trait in situations like these, he didn’t get blinded as easily and usually wasn’t all that surprised by it. He felt the intruder’s presence fade and disappear and shifted to a more peaceful appearance as soon as the man left. A different one from before as he wasn’t all that aware of his shapes and usually forgot if a lot of things happened in between. He usually blamed it on his lack of an appearance.
“Is it just me or have I been threatened today by my supposedly faithful servant and then again by some [b]servant of a prince I don’t think I’ve even met in addition to being maybe accused of killing said prince and being a brainless child and a coward?[/b]” he asked as soon as the light dimmed down to what was normal for the throne room. “Because I don’t really understand what just happened.” he sighed.
This incident, though, acted a little like a wake up call. Astaroth needed to know more about what was happening in hell. It wasn’t enough to sit on his throne on this island even if he didn’t get to go anywhere. He might be stuck, but he was the only one. Everyone else who inhabited the island could leave at will and bring information back. He’d have to send out spies of his own. Make a league of spies specially chosen by him for skills that would make them nearly impossible to spot. He’d choose someone to represent him in the other kingdoms if he was ever invited somewhere and take part in everything he possibly could take part in. The best thing he could do, however, was to find a way to break the seal that held him on the island so he himself could travel when he needed to.
“Salem, find me a raven.” he smiled at the genie and waited for him to leave before turning to the nagas. “How do you think is best to send a request to the witches? I’m thinking some of them may know about binding angels.” Astaroth did know almost every sigil there was for warding and several ways to seal angels, but he’d never thought he himself would be stuck as he always thought he’d stay in heaven and help others with healing or learning.
“I also require to meet the stealthiest of my legionnaires. I think I need to set up a network of spies throughout hell so that I can get information that would otherwise be lost due to my unfortunate living arrangements.” he suggested with a smirk. “I believe I need to participate in this game of power. I have spent too much time on moping, don’t you think?” he shook his head as he walked past the nagas and gestured for him to follow.
“I’m sure I have plenty of weapons to share with the soldiers and all of them are good, many even crafted by the angels. I believe holy items work best on demons, don’t they? I will take a few for myself but we can distribute the rest of them and then make sure the armoury is stocked of enough weapons so that every soldier will have at least one.” he walked from the throne room at a brisk pace towards his own private armoury of weapons that would eventually go dull unless he used them, or someone else.
“Oh, and don’t forget. I don’t like it when I’m threatened by people around me, especially not when it’s a death threat for when I show weakness. Give only the neccesary information to Orimitsu. He is, after all, only supposed to be my mount.” he had noticed earlier, just chosen not to deal with it. “I do believe the way in which he spoke is not a way one should speak to his master, am I right?” he had always liked the nagas more anyway and now the genie as well even if the male didn’t seem to change his attitude much from neutral, but he clearly had a sense of humour. Something Astaroth appreciated.
He suddenly stopped walking about midway to his room of weapons.
“Do you think that even if I’m the only one with this stomach ache, that I should have a doctor come for a visit just to get a second opinion on my health? You know, before we go to the extremes of preparing for an attack that might not even be coming.” he suggested. As an angel with healing powers, it was unlikely that he missed a sickness in his own being. But there was always the slim chance that he did, right? “Yes, I think that might be wise. Although it is highly unlikely that I missed it. Can you send a messenger or do we have one situated here?” he asked and then shook his head in disbelief at his own lack of knowledge for his own troops. He definitely needed to step up his game.

Sieg:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

As soon as Ikki left, the genie physically relaxed quite a bit as he just allowed a rather loud sigh to come out as the Golden Gate just vanished just around the same time that the light being created by Alaric did…only to reveal, surprise surprise, that the genie had called upon a pair of sunglasses to help him deal with the blinding light better, an accessory that if anything made him look strangely hilarious considering the clothing he was wearing at the moment. As to why he didn’t just close his eyes and decided to make a fool out of himself wearing that? Well…in all honesty it was for the Prince sake other than anything, and basicly to mask his own annoyance with how this week had turned out, in the end he didn’t wanted that neither the naga or his master would misunderstand the genie’s stressed eyes

Apparently lately you not the most popular person around Master…but then again you shouldn’t worry about the brute from before…I highly doubt he has the brain capability to find out who the killer is…if anything maybe he is going to try to pull that little number on the rest of the princes until they slap his head off his shoulder

Finally, able to go back to his normal self and calm down his own annoyance from the encounter from before the genie made the sunglasses vanish into smoke as he stood there, rubbing his temples a bit as he looked around at the room, relieved that Ikki decided to stop breaking things and just take his leave before he ended up becoming Alaric’s dinner. Of course his thoughts were interrupted by Astaroth request, which caused the genie to look at him with a raised eyebrow…a little confused about the request

Uhm…as you wish Master…I guess…

He said the small part still a bit confused about the sudden need for a raven of all things,but nevertheless he took off without questioning Astaroth directly, just flying off as his legs seemed suddenly replaced by some sort of very thick golden smoke as he flew across the air, leaving by an open window to seek the bird his master requested…even if he did not really knew why of all times he would need it now. This made him thought about his past masters, and the times when they have requested sudden wishes of this nature

A raven…why of all things would he suddenly have the need for an animal?…uhm…maybe it’s like that girl who…no, absolutely no…he isn’t like that…well…I hope…

Trying to shake a rather disturbing memory off from the time one of his most depraved mistresses asked him for a dog, Salem flew across the island in search for the bird that he quickly spotted standing inside a cage along with others of the same nature . The cage was placed on top of the roof of one of the houses, a place where they kept those trained birds to deliver messages outside the island. It may have sounded weird but ravens basicly were among the few creatures that here in Hell did not called so much attention so they were perfect to use as message birds

There we go…you come with me

Salem opened the cage, taking carefully one of the ravens as he just decided to fly back to the castle, taking a single moment to stare at the island below him and sighing deeply, unable to hold back the envy he felt towards the people below. Even if it sounded hard to believe Astaroth was a great ruler, and the people down there were just as happy as they were free, and many of them were willing to give away their lives for the one inside the throne room there. In a sence he felt the same, but he knew that despite all his power they had something he didn’t…and that thoughts never left him

Someday…one of this days…

Salem made his way back into the throne room as soon as Astaroth and Alaric had finished their conversation, his legs again forming as he stood next to the Prince of Pride as he held out the raven out at his lord, hoping that perhaps his assumption was right and he required it to send a message or something of the sorts. At least the bird was trained and it wouldn’t try to bite off a piece of flesh from their finger, so…at the very least it wasn’t an aggresive bird and it was more or less trained

The bird you requested, hopefully this is the type you were searching for…

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

Pride castle throne room

With the combined efforts of the Naga and the Genie, the disruptive visitor was sent packing through the Golden gate. As soon as the Gate turned back to sand, the Naga closed it’s mouth and the light stopped abruptly. Alaric’s head wobbled from side to side before the jewel reappeared within the Naga’s forehead – the creature now taking on the human like torso once more, but the body was still in the form of a circle that had been used to protect the Prince. it would take a few moments before the Naga was able to shrink back, but in this time he noted that the Genie had managed to find a pair of sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes. The naga had forgotten about the Genie’s condition, but at the time he needed to create the light to help reinforce the fact that the invader needed to leave the Prince’s castle. The glasses did give the Genie a comical appearance, but as the Prince was still very upset by the events so far of that day, Alaric felt it unwise to try and make “light” of the situation.

Salem was already speaking to the Prince about theories as to why he was now a target of interest by the likes of Envy. Though from Alaric’s understanding, the character with the cocky attitude was in search of facts and no doubt he would be travelling to all kingdoms, not just Pride. You had to remember, there were seven kingdoms in Hell, and as it stood, Astaroth knew very little about his fellow Princes and Princesses. If he was to stay on top of things, he needed to know more of what was happening beyond his walls. His address to the Naga, after sending Salem off hunting for a raven, said as much.

“I believe I need to participate in this game of power. I have spent too much time on moping, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t go as far to call it moping, M’lord. Your hands are bound since you are unable to leave the Kingdom. So naturally, I can see why you might find all this frustrating.” Alaric spoke with a refined air, as he slithered alongside his Lordship. “As for the Witches, they are found in the Lands of Dyre. Led by Lavinia the Elder. As with other kingdoms, a summons could be done by raven, or perhaps you could engage Salem’s magic in order to speak to them another way.” It was not the Naga’s ability to speak telepathically to others on another plane. Every creature has its limitations. All he could do was make suggestions.

Approaching the armory, the Prince wanted clarification on whether holy items could repel demons. “I believe that they would be useful as weapons in the case of a demonic invasion. The question is just how big an invasion force it is. As you have said before, you wish to send out a spy network to judge just who is the biggest threat to your kingdom. We still don’t know who it is that has upset your dreams and your thoughts, M’lord.” As it stood, they knew that Envy was in search of the one that killed the first Leviathan. The hound let off the Prince of Envy’s leash had helped to discount that kingdom. That left the possibility of either, Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, Lust and Sloth being the warmongers.

Something else was still troubling the Prince. The words or threats that came from his Dragon – Orimitsu. The dragon did not like the Prince’s behavior, but in making a death threat over it there was now distrust between the Prince and his mount. Astaroth decreed that the dragon was only to be given limited information in future. The Naga bowed at the Prince’s words.

“As you wish, M’lord.” Alaric didn’t want to have to go into that conversation again, after everything that had happened that day so far. It was time to move forward and get on with the job of ensuring the Prince’s protection from external forces. The fact that the Prince was feeling ill in his stomach however, was something that needed tending to as soon as possible.

“I believe we have one on staff that can treat your ailments, M’lord. Calling someone in from the outside would only delay treatment, and I would rather see you healed and ready to face the challenges ahead.”

The Naga bowed once more, before slithering away in search of the Kingdom’s medical center.

~RB~

Tory:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

Pride castle

“It’s nice to hear that. Please go fetch him. If this really is nothing but an upset stomach, I don’t think we’ll have to defend ourselves from anything. After all, my predictions aren’t always…” he paused to sigh and roll his head. “Predictable.” he smiled and waved after the naga. He’d attend to the doctor first and then take inventory on holy weapons later. For as long as there was an illness, the possibility of an invasion decreased considerably. At least the horrible outcome of his or his companions’ death. That knowledge would ease his building stress for the moment.
Astaroth was gazing out a window where Alaric had left him when Salem approached. He turned around with a smile and raised his arm so that the bird could hop on top it so that Astaroth could pet it. He always made sure everyone were as sated and comfortable as was possible, even the messenger birds. After all, if his subjects were happy, they were more likely to do his bidding. Even if it was an unreasonable request every now and then.
“Thank you, Salem.” he gestured for the genie to follow. “Now, it has just come to my attention that another raven will be needed. Not, however, if you are capable of getting me in touch with a powerful, knowledgable witch that might possibly help me with my confinement problem.” he didn’t know how it could be done, but the genie’s connection to magic might be of help in the matter and was probably what would make it possible for him to connect with users of magic.
The fallen angel was walking towards his study, his private quarters and personal library. He was most at ease in places of knowledge, so he’d prepared a nice corner with comfortable and simple beddings. That way he could be with his books all hours. He, of course, had another room he used on occasion. One that was as lavish as one would imagine a prince’s bedroom to be, but Astaroth wasn’t someone that took pride in expensive surroundings. He enjoyed the beauty of things and the expensive stuff was more often than not far too loaded to be considered beautiful.
Once inside his study, which was a medium sized room just inside the library, he headed immedietly for his desk which was, as per usual, filled with parchment and scrolls on his current research. Currently it was a study of human morals relating to rulers in the human world that participated in conflict between nations. Before he’d tried to study the morals of demons and to find ways to predict them, but had discovered that there were hardly any previous moral codes for demons to follow. He’d given up the project and instead turned to humans, which were a delight to study.
Astaroth tidied up his desk by stacking the parchment and rolling up the scrolls to place in a box. Everything was tightly organised, marked or stamped so that it was easy for him to put it back or pick up where he left from. Each project was labelled by colour and the colour painted in a book with a short summary of the project and a list of every source he used. Older colours often had observations listed as a source. Something that had disappeared from the book after Astaroth was locked up. A reddish black marked the change of the prince’s freedom, the only colour in the book without a summary for the project was not finished and wouldn’t be until he was free from his prosperous prison.
‘The prince of pride, Astaroth, requires your services at pride castle. Send word about your arrival date and a flag will be provided for your safe passage over the lake.‘ he wrote in fine writing, each letter clear so that the message would be received without problem. He attached the message to the raven and sent it off.
“Now, back to witches.” he stood up and rearranged everything as it was before so that he could easily pick up his research whenever he had time. “Would you have any idea who would be best to contact and know of a way to contact them efficiently?” it wasn’t often that Astaroth became serious, however, the situation called for it. Even if he wanted nothing more than to drink a tasty beverage with friends and attend to his garden.

Sieg:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

The genie sighed as he looked at the Prince in silence, truly at times getting puzzled by his behaviour towards the creature of this land. It’s true a monarch should respect his subjects if he did not wanted an uprising against him, in fact this was a lesson he learned well interestingly enough back in France. Would you believe he was part of the french revolution? That he had to disguise like the rest of people there in an attempt to blend in while he also had to perform missions to ensure the revolution would survive? He wasn’t an stranger to that at that point, he wore million of masks, served million of masters and mistresses and fought countless times to preserve their ideals while deep inside he awaited for Death to come claim his owner. It was what scared him now, any genie would claim the same, but Death always came to those who held this type of servants…ever observant…always fair and always there as an old friend of the genie. But for the first time he did not wanted to see it, being face to face again as it was Death that would determine who he would serve next…

Uhm…with the witches you say? Well…while a raven might be proper I pressume there is something that can be done

The genie followed his master, as usual always silent but ever present, looking around for a moment at that library found in this castle. He found it funny, funny to think that the very first moment Astaroth granted him a bit of freedom of movement he secluded himself within this room, hidden, believing the Prince would never visit this place and feeling comfortable among the pages of books. It was strange, his younger self would rarely read a book at all and would prefer to listen to information from other people ears…but ever since the moment he was taken from his home, lost everything…books became really good companions all of the sudden, at least, before meeting the ones here…but…even then at times he wished that he could just be with his loved ones…maybe if- And it was when it hitted him, a way to help his lord communicate with the witches after all

Well…seeking an audience with their elder sounds like the best idea I have right now, as for how to contact them, I do believe in this delicate issue…it would be best to go there in person my lord

His tone of voice sounded amused, as he did not explained how he planned to exactily put him in the place he needed to be considering he was bound to this location. No, in fact he explained nothing as he closed his eyes and focused, his sands making a circle around his feet as he noticed a rather concentration of magic somewhere…somewhere he asumed would hold somebody who could direct Astaroth to the elder witch, or someone who could help him. So the genie, repressing an smirk clasped his hands together, the accesories he wore made a sound at the sudden movement as the sands on command began moving forward, spinning without any apparent control in the air until a figure was formed from them, one that seemed a near clone of Astaroth himself…one that landed before him. It was identical almost in everything, except for the fact that it was fully composed of magically charged golden sands

You cannot leave this inmediate area, yet this does not mean that a golem is not able to be your voice and your ears on the outside…of course it won’t last forever but I believe it will work for your needs my lord

The genie smirked, as usual just finding some sort of loop alongsides the rules of a spell like his kind usually did. It wasn’t something so uncommon, and it was the reason that perhaps so many creatures like witches for example were careful around them…they would fulfill their word, but usually getting their way somehow. It was at this point that on his hands another item formed, what seemed to be a crown he held out towards Pride himself, small and simple, with only a gem on the front as the rest seemed like two golden vines starting on the back and meeting at the gem

The moment you place this on your head, the creature of the sands will be taken to a place known as the Witches Circle and you will be able to speak through it, ear what it ears, and your view will be the same. Through I have to warn you, this place is sacred to those like them who weild the mystic arts, so it will be wise that you introduce yourself properly my lord and seek an audience with their Elder, if we are lucky, they will be cooperative…

He did not mention why he couldn’t go in person, but perhaps the biggest reason was that he wasn’t a normal Djinn, he wasn’t free to use his magic like them, if anything he was a genie, and a defective one for that matter and part of him feel ashamed to meet them directly…or even wrost, be detected by another creature such as himself and being made a fool off for requesting the aid of witches and warlocks. Genies usually requested another sort of help, they held their own councils separatedly from the rest of mystic beings…they had their own rules, their own regulations…but he couldn’t resort to them either even if Astaroth desired it more than anything. He wouldn’t bow to the ones who turned their backs on his time of need, that considered an eternity of slavery a good punishment for a child’s mistake…and neither he would meet the witches directly, but he trusted doing this would be better, in the end, even if it would end up being taxing to maintain this golem remotetly, keep the connection and teleport it altogether…at the very least, he would still intact the little pride he had left

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

Kingdom – Pride Castle

Alaric had left the Prince with his next closest adviser – the genie, to go in search of a medical practitioner within the grounds of Pride Castle. Surely they had a few to call on, as the Prince should have a private physician on staff for such emergencies as this. The only problem was that the Prince had visions, dreams as well as the pain in his stomach. The Naga was no medical man, but he knew that this was not a simple quick fix. Going down into the bowels of the castle, he came across a series of rooms where soldiers and the like were treated for wounds, and battle injuries when they were practicing in the arenas and training pits. As a stretcher was brought in by two hefty looking fellows, and a soldier lay upon it with a sword sticking out of his gut, Alaric knew he was in the right place. With blood spurting out and onto the floor, it was easy for someone to slip. One thing that Alaric noticed was the lack of hygiene and the dated tools of trade that were on the walls. The Spanish inquisition had more modern equipment. In the centre of the next room, a woman wearing a nurses uniform was trying to replace a man’s eyeball with a wooden one. The man was grunting and groaning, thrashing about, as an over sized orderly tried to hold him down.

“Stop ya fidgeting, ya daft git. This will only hurt for a bit.” The squishing sound of her fingers working in the replacement eye was enough to make a man gag. She obviously knew what she was doing, but her bed side manner was lacking. There was no way that the Naga could present this woman to the royal court. She was covered in blood and entrails, her hair swept up into a loose bun, with large bottle like glasses that sat on the end of her nose. Finally the eyeball was firmly fixed in place and the nurse shouted out.

“NEXT!”

“Err….excuse me, Madame. I come from the Prince with a request for relief to his stomach pains.” The Naga was still partially in snake form, but the torso was that of a human. He didn’t mean to scare the woman, but she did give a yelp in surprise and fright.

“HORRIBLE HORNY TOADS!…YOU SLITHERING SCALY SNAKE! FANCY SNEAKING UP ON A POOR WOMAN!” The nurse clapped a hand over her right bosom and with her left hand she reached for her work station. It was not the kind of reaction that the Naga was expecting, but he tried to bite his tongue.

“My apologies if I startled you. I merely seek treatment for the Prince.” Trying to reinforce the reason for interrupting her surgery. The nurse came to her senses when she realized that the Naga worked directly for the Prince himself. She let out a huge expulsion of air before muttering under her breath and going over to her medical cabinet. Taking out bottle after bottle, opening lids, sniffing the ingrediants before starting to make a herbal remedy with the Naga waiting in behind her. The smell wasn’t very nice, but then again neither was the surgery. A few grunts and the occassional sneeze, and the woman then turned around with a bottle of purple coloured liquid.

“A spoon full before each meal, without fail and he should be fit as a fiddle in two days.” The nurse sure of her potion and that it would have the desired affect. Taking the bottle from the nurse, the Naga raised an eyebrow. He had to wonder if there was anything he should know about. Like side effects. He cocked a brow as the nurse set to get ready to work on her next patient. An amputation.

“Any…side effects?’

“A little nausea. Nothing he can’t handle. Now off with you, gotta hack off this boy’s right leg.” The nurse shooed the Naga as she held a huge saw in her hand, the patient letting out a blood curdling scream.

“Oh shut up, ya sissy!”

~RB~

Tory:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle

Pride castle, Astaroth’s study

Astaroth furrowed his eyebrows in dislike at the sands in his study, he didn’t trust anyone to clean in there other than himself and would hate to have to sweep the room to rid it of leftover grains of Salem’s golden sands. However, as the golem began to rise and take a form that Astaroth assumed was his own at the moment, his frown turned into a smile that he turned towards the genie.
“That is magnificent.” he was astonished, as was shown when he walked around the thing and examined almost every grain on it’s surface. “I sure hope it works.” he wasn’t certain it would as Astaroth’s binding spell was quite potent. Although, on that thought, he could meditate and look at people beyond the barrier. Perhaps he would be able to let his consciousness travel with the golem as he could whenever he looked at the past.
“The moment I…” he trailed off as he lifted the crown from Salem’s hands and examined it. It was quite beautiful. “I must ask you to guide the goldsmiths along whenever I’ll need a crown, this one is quite beautiful.” he smiled at his friend and lifted the crown to his head before he stopped and lowered his arms.
“I must warn you. I do believe that when my consciousness disappears with this golem of yours, my body will most likely turn to that blank nothingness like sometimes happens when I sleep, right? So, as I’ve said numerous times before, please don’t move me or look at me too much. Sight is a little bit tricky to bring back.” he was of course referring to the blank whiteness that was his real, but not so much, appearance. The appearance of someone without one. It was a matter that easily confused people. Much to Astaroth’s annoyance, although sometimes amusement.
The white was bright enough to blind, much like Alaric’s light show earlier, only focused to one spot and constantly moving and changing due to the lack of a definite form. If he were in heaven without a form, it would hardly matter, but he had discovered that demons and others than angels were sometimes weak to this particular kind of light and thus sometimes turned out blind. In the worst cases, their eyes burned. Astaroth liked neither outcome. Eyes were tricky to make and fix. So many details one had to look out for.
“Now, I best get going. Do make sure no one gets in, will you?” he asked kindly before putting the crown on. It didn’t seem to work right away and Astaroth was about to speak when a searing pain passed through his head as his consciousness when his mind tried to break through the barrier. Apparently his actual mind passing through in a golem was not allowed. He let out a shrill scream and immedietly gripped his head tightly. And then he was gone. As was obvious when his body collapsed to the ground and his clothes and golden locks faded to white, wings protruded from his back and everything started flickering and moving. What was lying on the floor was a hint of a winger humanoid form. Looking at it for one millisecond would maybe show a fat angel and the next it would be a childlike winged form. Never the same, never any details, only hints. Remnants and never the ones of his real appearance.

[Astaroth, thread change]

 

Freedom ’90 – George Michael

Something just a little sexy tonight.  So much drama here…music is how I chose to chill.  Enjoy George Michael’s Freedom.  ~RB~

“Freedom ’90”

I won’t let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It’s the one good thing that i’ve got
I won’t let you down
So please don’t give me up
Because i would really, really love to stick around

Heaven knows i was just a young boy
Didn’t know what i wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirls pride and joy
And i guess it was enough for me
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll tv
But today the way i play the game is not the same
No way
Think i’m gonna get me some happy
I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time i told you so
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone else i’ve got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these ties and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that i don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you rake
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take
Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy

What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big-shot good time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on mtv
But today the way i play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now i’m gonna get myself happy

 

Queen of the Night – The Kingdom of Sloth :PD

 

Following on from ” A Drop of Blood” – The Kingdom of Sloth.

 

Kiri

Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

Hikari: “What you have isn’t a soul, it’s chaotic energy. It’s the only thing that is keeping you alive. I’m a Bakeneko, we have a sense for spirits. We are natural born Necromancers, telling whether something has a soul or not is basic, this is an easy feat.”

Hikari’s voice was going slightly monotone as she began tapping into her own soul energy, it killed her emotions to a degree and caused some tiring aftereffects once everything was said and done; Hikari would be fine however, first things first was to get this spirit into a new body. Hikari looked at the spirit of Sayaka and then back to Grey, eyeing them both as she analyzed their connection; if it was any stronger it would have resulted in taking the only thing Grey used to live, luckily that Chaotic Energy didn’t agree with Sayaka’s presence, so she didn’t end up corrupted by it, it merely kept their connection weak. Hikari looked over at the other woman as she offered up her arm and told her to have at it. Hikari saw a loyalty in this one that many wouldn’t see in Hell, the loyalty of someone who loved the person that they served. With a claw elongating itself from her index finger on the right hand, she grasped the wrist of the female and pricked her arm, letting some of the blood coagulate on her claw as she drew it back, making sure not to waste any. Not wasting time either, she then plunged that same claw, and the blood with it, into his his wrist.

Hikari: “Also, I’m going to tell you now. You are becoming a Kitsune by doing this, it will further increase your capabilities, and will allow you more versatility. And you won’t be stuck as a man either, Kitsune are Shapeshifters able to change gender as well even at their most basic level.”

Hikari: “My name is Hikari, the only thing that I ask is for an alliance. As I’m sure you could tell, Sloth is in no condition to be pulled into some kind of war. Even if Tazuya will not, I will ask.”

Turning around, Hikari seemed to become a lot darker, one eye becoming hidden as she looked at the spirit and Grey once again, pointing a single finger as she focused her Soul’s energy into a thin line, severing the connection of the soul and Grey’s body then and there. Hikari then reached forward, grasping the ethereal hand of Sayaka as she pulled the soul towards the body of the nine-tail Kitsune male, letting her do the rest.

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Sayaka; Spirit of Wrath: “Now look here you stupid son of a bitch, I have done nothing! It was YOUR decision to do that…. even if I must be grateful for preventing that.”

Sayaka was beginning to get angry for once, but she was trying to keep that anger under control for the moment as it was obvious that she didn’t have time to let him get under her skin on purpose, mainly if she was going to get a new body she needed to be able to focus on what was at stake once again. After what had happened with Beelzebub she was free from the curse, that much was certain. She had lost the Flame of Wrath as well, but that was of no consequence right now for she felt that for the moment she was going to have to deal with the current issue coming: the new body.

As Sayaka was pulled from the body of Grey, she felt herself suddenly aware of everything around her at once, it was chilling and almost terrifying to know that she was nothing more than a piece of the things that were part of something far greater than herself; a world, a universe, which encompassed a massive area. Pulling together all of her consciousness, she put herself closer to the body of the Kitsune, letting her soul attach itself and then propagate throughout it, letting her senses settle into that of the creature; Sayaka was frozen for a moment, her senses overwhelming her for a moment as she wasn’t yet used to the level of sense that this creature had. She didn’t take long to do it, and began going through the abilities, knowledge and skill of the creature she now inhabited. A new Kitsune had been born; and she was already shifting into a more suitable form.

I may fall, but I will rise again. Sayaka has been reborn!

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Development

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Kitsune Physiology: Sayaka has now taken on the form of a Nine-Tail Kitsune, granting her any and all abilities connected to such a creature. As a Kitsune, Sayaka has a new Canine Physiology, which dictates that she is naturally stronger and faster than normal humans. As a Yokai in general, Sayaka now has an Supernatural Condition which is high; perhaps not as high as her previous, but that can be fixed one day; however, duly noted is the fact that this body is much stronger than her previous in durability, allowing her much power. Through her Kitsune physiology, Sayaka now has all the abilities of a Kitsune, including as such: Semi-Immortality, Dream Manipulation, Enhanced Intelligence, Fox-Fire, Flight, Illusion Manipulation, Insanity Inducement, Life-Force Absorption, Possession, Shape Shifting obviously, Tail Manifestation, nine Prehensile Tails, and the previous abilities of her Spirit Physiology: Freezing, Fear Inducement and Invisibility. Also grants a Supernatural Beauty greater than her previous, allowing an Enhanced Charisma. Which… actually may be a pain in the ass considering Beelzebub.

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( Return to IC )

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Sayaka took in the abilities of her new form, analyzing every little thing that she knew about it from the mind that the previous owner had. The memories were there, thanks to the girl having taken control of it and allowing it continued consciousness. Taking a deep breath, the new Kitsune looked at the others, smirking as she spoke with a melodious, charismatic voice.

Sayaka; Kitsune Reborn: “Oh.. this feels great. Well, I suppose I should get to business… Katrina. Miss Hikari.”

Cutting herself off for a moment, Sayaka pulled herself together then and there, her eyes showing nothing but true emotion as she now looked to the two she needed to address, but she would save Kat for last.

Sayaka; Kitsune Reborn: “First and foremost, Hikari you will have your alliance. After all of this, you have more than shown yourself an ally of the Kingdom of Wrath; and to me. From this day forth, all you must do is contact me, and you will have my assistance. Second, Grey Watson… despite your shortcomings, I am grateful to you, and I promise you payment for everything you’ve done for me. Thirdly… Kat… I have an announcement to make now. Considering everything that has happened, and the effects on myself… I am stepping down from the Throne of Wrath, and I name my successor you. Katrina. I need you to return to Wrath immediately, send out ravens and make it known everything that has happened. Including to the Embassy.”

This is what Sayaka had been thinking on when they arrived, after everything that had happened, she knew that she had to do this; stepping down from the Throne of Wrath would give her the very freedom to maneuver that she needed to find the source of the curse that had afflicted her. It was time to enter the world as herself, not as the Princess of Wrath.

Sieg:

Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

Grey rolled his eyes, an small smirk placed on his lips just due to the enjoyment he got from being able to anger the princess with such an ease. He knew that perhaps it was not the best way to relate with her and that maybe getting on good terms with her was the best thing he could do, but after having her gaining knowledge out of him in the way she did and pretty much clinging her soul into his body, he considered he had all right to just make her blood boil for a little. In any case before he got to make another remark, everything began getting into place, with the female that brought them here offering her blood and the bakeneko deciding to go on with this

Well I do now and I would thank you if you hurried, I want to be able to drink booze and go lock myself in a room with a succubus without having a ghostly voyeurist around

The bakeneko really didn’t lost much time, and Grey had to admit that despite the initial feeling of getting that soul kicked out of body was not pleasant, the void was soon filled. In the end if having Sayaka’s soul forced within him brought up some sort of strange warmth within himself, having it removed left some sort of cold void if one was being logical…at the very least…until the chaos itself seemed to be in glee within him. The scars across the undead face began glowing fiercely for a few moments, as the chaos within seemed to be without a leash inside of his body for a moment until it finally settled down again, and the glow died out just as soon as it appeard, and it wasn’t the only one being happy about this arrangement. A grin appeard on Grey’s face as he just stretched and enjoyed the sensation of not having an unwanted visitor within him, and even if it was disturbing for him the knowledge that she gathered in her short time inside of his head…he still was clearly a lot more relaxed as he eyed Sayaka and heard her words

No problem…in fact…I might make you a discount as long as you promise to keep the…”you know what” between us

His past as a priest, the life of the man known as Damon Wattson was going to remain secret and he would make sure about it, and if she saw as much as he think she saw, she surely knew that his complete and utter hatred for that part of his life would drive him to do terrible things if he had to, to keep it safe and protected. As for the other announcement that former princess made, Grey just chuckled and patted Kat in the back, perhaps a little bit too hard without noticing. Of course one shouldn’t be fooled by his apparent congratulation, if anything he was happy because he felt this could be benefical for him in some way, and knowing how smart he was despite the looks…it was a troubling thought that he was happy about Kat’s current position

Congratulations Kitty Kat…seems like you just got promoted, so tell me, interested in getting back home safely or anything around those lines?

The bastard just wanted to get profit out of her, even if it meant being her bodyguard all the way to the Wrath Kingdom…and who knows what else, in the end he seemed strangely more well mannered in comparison with how he was before when he addressed her. True, you could say Sayaka’s presence within him made him mad and that was why he didn’t behaved in a very friendly way…but…with him you never knew. The worst combination for someone who was on the edge of being a sociopath, was also them having a brain…if anything Kat should have kept her contact with him brief. Use his services and that’s that, but the undead knew his way around people and sadly for her, unless she knew of him, she wouldn’t be aware of what his true intentions would be. Even if she was a witch, even if you could read someone…there are just some people who are good at hiding what they want the most, and sadly, sometimes they turn out to be people who just would enjoy breaking anything before them to get it

In fact I think you might need a bodyguard…I mean imagine the moment they find out you are the new face in charge…so many will just want a piece of you…it will be like if they were tearing you apart with just a look

Razorbackwriter:

Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

Katrina actually looked at this new Sayaka with horrified eyes. What the devil did she just say? No…no, she was never meant to be a royal. She was a Cat…a witch. She had done her Mistress service in saving her ultimately by leading Grey to this place, but to think that Sayaka was stepping down as the Head of Wrath and granting rule to Katrina was …..way too much to process.

“I don’t understand. You can’t…please. Wrath is your kingdom. I’m just a cat.” Katrina reached up and pulled at her own hair, backing away slowly. There was more to being Wrath, and Katrina knew all too well what it meant. Would Katrina lose one of her nine lives just from the shock of it all.

Grey on the other hand was all too happy that Katrina had been bestowed such an honor, going as far to say his congratulations, which considering the circumstances seemed a bit premature. Little did the feline know that he was merely looking out for a way to make a profit, but as Katrina’s head was spinning, the power of wrath was now finding its new home. Out of the sky, just like Mammon’s power had transferred to Lydia, the power of Wrath was now about to make its new home within the body of the feline. Even though she wasn’t entirely ready for it. Blasting down the reddish orange aura hit the cat witch was such force that it knocked her clean off her feet. On the ground she twitched violently – going into a dreadful spasm. Twitching and shaking till the aura settled within her. Once it did, the Kat’s eyes sprang open, staring out at space.

A new ruler was set to make her mark on Hell.

Hearing Grey’s speech, that those that would now be her enemies, might seek a piece of her, Katrina got to her feet. She looked over her newly charged body and winked at what was Sayaka.

“Wait till they get a load of me.” With sass she started to strut for the nearest doors. “Come on, Grey! Heel!”

Destination…..WRATH!

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

Don’t make no difference if I’m wrong or I’m right
I’ve got the feeling and I’m willing tonight
Well I ain’t nobody’s angel
What can I say, well, I’m just that way, hey

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just say, say, say
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

You’ve got a problem with the way that I am
They say I’m trouble and I don’t give a damn
But when I’m bad I know I’m better
I just want to get loose, and turn it up for you baby

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just say, say it again
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Say it again
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

~RB~

(TC – Wrath)

Kiri:

Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

Oh Sayaka was enjoying her new look, and her new power. She was no longer weakened to things like holy objects, her new racial status meant that she was neutral in that world, perhaps yes, they would harm her, but they could not poison her as they used to. Yokai were neutral on the balance of Holy and Demonic, even if they were on a technical level, demonic, they weren’t poisoned by holy items even if they could be purified like other demons. Yokai were a complicated subject it seemed. Sayaka found something in the male’s mind however that she thought of as interesting. And so she looked to Hikari as she brought it up, letting her form take on something else. It looked a lot more innocent than her new normal form, but that was the point wasn’t it? She was changed, time to change her entirety of her being.

Sayaka: “Oh, my name is Sayaka by the way. What is a Fear?”

With the two from Wrath now leaving, and the now neutral princess asking a question, Hikari was already in a good mood after the promise of an alliance. Her original energy returned to her, but she stayed slightly serious as she snapped her fingers, causing a skeleton to drag itself together as she barked and order to it and then turned to Sayaka to explain.

Hikari: “You, go wake up Tazuya! Sayaka, Fear is the term that denotes the unique skills and traits of each yokai. It refers to the “fear” of the unknown, an emotional reaction produced when the yokai represent themselves as “monsters”. As yokai first existed as creatures who induce fear in humankind, the general concept of “fear” revolves around being feared and respected by humans and making them feel small and weak. It involves exerting a wall of pressure to make one’s presence feel larger than the actuality. When done correctly, this also creates a change in the mood and surrounding air whenever a Yokai exerts their ability. What were his?”

Sayaka didn’t waste much time in responding, in fact she seemed almost excited as the skeleton scurried off to the sleeping form of Sloth and would begin to poke and prod at him until he got up and went to the same place where Hikari now stood.

Sayaka: “Speed and Fire.”

Hikari: “Fire-based fear users are able to withstand and survive in intense heat and may even be able to produce fire inside their bodies. They are able to direct the path of nearby fire to suit their needs. Though they are strong in the presence of fire, they can be overpowered by a flame which has been combined with a stronger fear. Speed-based Fear Users are able to move at the highest speeds possible due to their affinity with moving without needing to deal with air resistance like others. Having built their reputation and in other terms fear up because of their terrifying speeds , they are able to reach maximum momentum at a much faster rate . They are able to grow stronger the faster they stay at top speed . Fear Users of this type are known to be able to fight faster then the eye can see and can find it hard to stay slow paced because of their affinity.”

With that Sayaka began digesting all of this information, thinking quietly as she wondered at just how much ability that meant she could use considering her current strength in itself. With this combined with the power of a Yokai she felt that she would be able to grow further than how she had been before. Sayaka had to admit she was pleased.

Sayaka: “It will be interesting to see how this goes, especially with my sw-… Oh that’s right. I don’t have one anymore. I need a new sword.”

Of course, even though Hikari had done plenty, she was still in touch with her Soul’s Essence, meaning she could technically do Sayaka a favor for the last time. So, channeling her power Hikari forged two new weapons out of her own Soul’s Energy. Which meant these were completely spiritual blades able to attack both body and soul. Tossing them over, Hikari didn’t offer explanation, Sayaka would be able to tell now with this new spiritual power. Oh, and before Hikari forgot, she placed a hand both on Sayaka’s shoulder and wrapped her fingers around the handle’s of both swords, binding the souls together.

Hikari: “Here. Also, you have a new Aura as well. A Jaki. It’s a demonic aura all Yokai have, it allows them to corrupt weak minded humans, and is the representation of their power. I imagine yours will be fairly large considering your power.”

Sayaka: “Thanks…. you’ve done plenty at this point you know.”

With that… Sayaka strapped both of the weapons to her side, smiling softly at the girl as she waved goodbye and then turned away; walking straight for the exit of the Kingdom. Ready for a new adventure.

( TC for Sayaka. To ??? )

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Final Development for this moment

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Spiritual Swords: These swords created by Hikari were made to cut not only the body, but to also slice open the soul. Cutting a target not only causes them to lose blood, but they will lose also their energy and will slowly become lethargic. This means movement is inhibited and physical ability is slowed exponentially. This means the hit target will become weaker and weaker as the fight progresses until they just want to fall asleep. These weapons cannot be damaged by anything but Soul Absorption as they are made directly from a soul’s energy. These are also bound to the soul of Sayaka, if any other tries to use, or pick up, these weapons the energy which they were made from will lash back and attack the soul of the target, damaging their soul until they either are left a soulless husk or drop them.

Jaki: Like all other Yokai, Sayaka has a Jaki now. A Jaki is the Demonic Aura of a Yokai, it is able to corrupt weak-minded humans easily and the larger it is the harder it is to resist; like other auras, this can be used to overwhelm an opponent easily. Sayaka’s Jaki is large in its own right, and through it she is able to overwhelm many low-level demons and Yokai easily from the sheer pressure of it in the surrounding atmosphere. Jaki’s appear to be a demonic wind, however, that does not mean that it can be absorbed like one; it is an aura, there is a difference in that and Demonic Energy.

Soul Connection: Unbeknownst to Sayaka, otherwise now known as Natsu, Hikari’s and Sayaka’s souls have now been conjoined by Hikari having soul bound Sayaka’s soul to two weapons made from Hikari’s own Soul Essence. Because of this, Sayaka and Hikari can now sense each other and know when one another is in trouble. They can also call on one another’s powers, granting them both much more strength than either know at the moment. Hikari does know, however, Natsu does not and cannot learn until she is at her most dire of circumstance.
Sieg;

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

When you have gone through the centuries, walked the path of undeath and had a mind to call your own with you even if you lacked a soul within, you tended to pick up on certain things that despite how time passed never changed. Time went on, the strong fell, the weak raised and grew powerful, kingdoms rose and fell, and so did monarchs and sometimes in the most unexpected ways. An example was this one, the moment he saw how she took upon her new role despite the outside smile a part of him felt a bit bad for her. Poor kitty didn’t knew the mess she was into, she didn’t knew who she was going to mess with…if anything, a part of him that still spoke like that moron of a priest felt a bit bad for her, for what Grey would do to her in the future if things went south. Maybe it was because she was forced into this role while unprepared, or maybe because she helped the former Princess with the same naive kindness he had saved a witch life so long ago…but nevertheless she had no clue of what was to come

Well can’t be helped…better take advantage from this while I can

He had a job to do, an eternity to survive through and if that meant take the world by the horns and twisting that bitch of a life around along with everyone in it then so be it. For now he would be of help, he would smirk just like now and go after her, if she wanted a dog he might aswell bark, if she wanted a partner he would be around…as long as the profit was there, as long as he saw a reward ahead…and the moment no reward would be around…well…let’s not dwell into that now. All he did for now was, just chuckling rather darkly as he cracked his knuckles

You sure I can’t get a try to? In the end might aswell save you a few bucks in doing so Kitten

He half joked and yet half said the truth, in the end why not? He had gotten paid like that before and it wasn’t so unpleasant as it sounded or at least it wasn’t in his case. One night, a single night of joys and pleasures in which if you forgotten about rules and inhibitions you would enjoy and you would save money in doing so, what was so bad in it? At least it was the way he claimed he thought, after a life of upholding senceless rules to remain pure just to die later like a poor bastard…screw it, if no holy being watched over him then why should he live by the rules they supposedly claimed? He was going to enjoy every single taste this world had to offer…and truth to be told, he always had a thing for witches. Call it madness, but no man knew love until a witch came their way, they had a way to do things that left your head spinning, and if the feline with her newfound sudden stroke of power and confidence wanted to, why not? Not like he was being charged to have a taste of beauty in a nice and wild shape. But he decided not to press it, only grinning as he followed behind. It was time to kick down a few doors and claim a nice comfy throne for the Kitty Kat

((TC Wrath))

Dammit!