Two Princes – SS

 

 

Scene setting : Gluttony Castle

co-written with Candle.

 

Candle:  With a scalpel between on the rim of his right ear, Baal stared at the doorway with a enclosed fist resting on his chin. He’d actually wanted some random lost soul to appear so he’d be able to dissect them and harvest there organs. His throne made out of bones was his crowned achievement throughout his royal status, the hollowed skulls were placed at the top of his throne making the throne seem more dark.
Tapping his finger against the arm rest of his throne, the hall echoed of a tapping noise against a poor souls leg bone. “Someone come here and bring me my chalice.” Baal said loudly as a servant rushed down the hall too his aid, knowing that if he wasn’t fast enough he’d be used as a painting frame. His interior was made out off people who weren’t up too the stress of working for him.
Therefore if they failed they were turned into various things, for instance one cook who made a horrendous meal was used to fix a broken leg on one of his chairs. Baal had such a sadistic streak for bone collecting that he even made his own crown of ribcages and hints of muscles. With chalice in hand, Baal held it out as his servant poured some wine from a vase into it. “Now make sure you clean off the guillotine, i’ll be using it later.” Stating in a obvious truth of him decapitating someone later.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Baal…I just love what you have done with the place. The bones…the skulls. It’s so you.”

Yes, the voice that came from the darkened part of the throne room was none other than the Prince of Greed. He entered carrying a large bag and then unceremoniously up ended it, with bones and skulls toppling out and scattering upon the floor with a delightful clink and tink. Mammon shook the bag till the last small bone fell out, before neatly folding the bag back up again and then tossing it over his shoulder.

He watched a servant pouring the Prince of Gluttony a chalice of wine, with a delightful chuckle. “Drinking so early? No one told me it was happy hour.” The Prince of Greed found a chair close to the King’s throne and rapped his knuckles on a table. “I’ll have what he’s having.” Mammon ordered, hoping that the servants realized who he was. Picking up a nearby challice he waved it around – tapping the side and grinning. “I like how you live Baal. Take what you want and give nothing back!”

The Prince of Greed thanked the servant who came close and poured wine in his chalice with a silently mouthed saying of“Thank you” before raising his chalice to Baal. “To death…and all who stand in the way of the Princes of Hell…except Envy…he’s a dick” Mammon drank down and let out a loud belch before getting right down to business.

“So…it has come to pass that the Prince of Wrath has been murdered by none other than the slag known as Gabriel. Cheeky bitch cut off his head. SO..that tells me she is going to be wanting to shed more blood…probably one of us…if not ALL the Princes of Hell to reign it for herself.”

Mammon drank down the rest of the wine in a hurry and slammed down the goblet.

 

“But don’t worry…I have a plan. How do you feel about…a war? But…instead of just say one of us going in to teach the bitch a lesson…we…tag team it?” What ya say? Her skull would be pretty on that throne of yours.” Mammon wiggled his brow and waited to see what Baal would say.

 

~RB~

 

Candle:  Baal looked at Mammon with a eyebrow cocked. Sure war would be pretty interesting but if this woman killed Gabriel then she’d be able to kill them both. “I’m very intrigued by your proposition dear friend, but if you can assure me her own head then I’ll join you. Baal said honestly while tipping the chalice down slightly and let the aged wine flow down into lips.
Sure he was surprisingly good friends with Mammon but when it came to him, there was always type of reward he wanted. Getting someone out of the way to take over Satan’s place did seem intriguing to him. Except it would be absolutely impossible to get that far. “What’s in it for you? Spit it out, you’re already ordering my servants around and dropping bones all over the place.” He said while rubbing the temple of his head slightly and staring down Mammon.
The least he expected from Mammon is his stereotypical lets go collect loot speech. Not the whole speech about warring against someone. Baal actually hadn’t been in a war in a while, and the last person he’d tag teamed with was Belial.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Baal….really? You want me to take all the glory and spoils of war AND her head before you will consider joining?” Mammon mocked that he was somewhat hurt by Baal’s reaction. Surely, if he was the Prince of Gluttony, he would be jumping at the chance to kill and to kill many. “Imagine the head count…..All those…bones for your collection. I mean, you can never have enough heads on pikes.”

Mammon rose to his feet and kicked back the chair. With a showman like flair he approached Baal’s throne, mounting the dias with a dance like stride.

“Oh…my dear friend. For starters I rather get to her before she gets to me. I kinda thought that was obvious. She’s the Princess of Wrath for fucks sake. One head won’t be enough. She’d gasm at the sight of our deaths.” Mammon strode around and behind Baal’s throne before popping his head around the other side. “Gabriel jizz on your throne….icky.” He pretended to shudder, before walking back down the dias and spinning around.

“As to what is in it for me…Is…everybody paying attention? I get all her gold and jewels…and treasures. While you…YOU get to kill as many of her followers as you want. Hell, I’ll even sharpen your guillotine for you.”

 

~RB~

 

Candle:  Once Mammon offered to sharpen his guillotine, Baal stood up straight and stared him dead in the eyes. “Deal.” He said and held out his hand to show they had some sort of hellacious deal. As many followers of Gabriel he’d be able to kill without anyone bothering him seemed good to him.
This always seemed to happened to him, Mammon was a good convincer of things like this. Plus his bloodlust made him override the thought of something bad happening because of a thing he did. Tapping his chalice against Mammon’s, Baal chugged down the wine and whipped the liquid from his lips. Blood and wine was his favorite things, now both combined would make his day even better.
“Do you ever stop and think that there are some words you shouldn’t say? Because I’m holding you to every word you say, otherwise your head will be the reason my unused water torture room finally gets some use.” He said with a deathly stare and meant every single word of it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The grin on Mammon’s face only grew to the point it was so fiendish that it was unnatural. He had managed to do the deal with Baal by making the simple offer to sharpen his guillotine. Bit of oil and polish and it would be good as new. An hour out of his time tops. Mammon shook Baal’s outstretched hand and winked. “Oh…Baal, I think carefully before I say anything. As for your water torture room…it will be jam packed with Gabriel’s minions…so much so you will think it is a water theme park.”

The Prince of Greed burst out laughing at his own joke, before smacking his lips and getting ready to depart. One thing he knew better than to do with Baal was overstay his welcome. A last tap of their chalices, and Mammon handed his empty one to a nearby servant. Mammon started to put on his gloves, before he remembered one last detail.

“Oh…before I go. Have a guess who is hanging out and licking Gabriel’s tit at Wrath castle?”

Mammon wobbled his head and headed for the door, his voice carrying after him as he was leaving.

“Leviathan….the Prince of Envy. Laters, Baal. Bahahhahaha!” Mammon slammed the door as he waltzed out to the courtyard and his horse. Oh, he knew that parting shot would be a bulls eye as far as building up Gluttony’s want to be involved. It was no secret that Baal hated Leviathan with a passion. Mounting his horse, the Prince of Greed chuckled again, before making a start for Wrath castle.

 

~RB~

 

Candle:  

Hearing that Leviathan was at Gabriel’s newly inherited throne, he dropped his chalice and then his muscles tensed. He slammed his fist on one of the stands he used to place his books and broke it immediately. Being able to kill Leviathan would be more satisfactory then actually killing Gabriel.
“Get me my cigar.” Baal shouted out loudly to whatever servant was listening and got up from his Throne of Bones. Cracking his neck and grinding his teeth together, Baal walked towards his armory and slammed it opened. The only weapon he frequently used was his axe. He even named his axe, it was something along the lines of Grinder or Meat hook.
Either way it was one of the most intimidating weapons in Hell due to its appearance and massive blade. Its wielded bone handle and long ivory shaft that lead up to the blade was made by the beast blacksmith. He turned around to see a servant have a light cigar and he even got it put into his mouth. Patting the servant on the head, Baal grabbed the axe and walked down the main hall as his open coat showed his chiseled body.
“Oh this will be fun.” Baal said to himself as his face shifted down into a look of pure hatred.