Scene setting : Pride castle.
co-written with Temp, Moo, and Nhal.
Temp: The card quickly made its way into Astaroth’s hand as a guard took it to him. Apparently there was a way to get his hands on a secondary source of warriors. Normally he would only allow warriors that impress him join his forces, which was the reason behind his army being so powerful. There wasn’t a single member of his army that he couldn’t be proud of. However, hiring an outside source meant that this process would be overlooked. It seemed there was little choice in the matter, if he wanted to increase his forces that is. “Go there, tell the Doctor he works for me now…I will supply him with corpses of a quality he’s never before seen. I’ll expand his workplace. Whatever it takes. I will of course compensate you for this…Oh and one last thing…make sure he knows this isn’t a request.” He would supply the Doctor with ‘unique’ bodies as well as bolster his working environment, so long as the Doctor responded correctly. If his order was denied he would…pay him a visit.
Razorbackwriter: No sooner had Astaroth taken the card, the Prince of Prides mind was made up. Not only would he supply the Doctor with a never ending source of quality corpses, but the Lab would now work solely for him and Pride Kingdom. No ifs no buts. This was to be relayed by the Ambassador and at haste. Valmont took the Prince seriously and bowed in a sign of respect that he understood the directives. He would receive payment for this messenger service, but it was all part and parcel of keeping in well with the Prince of Pride.
“I shall be certain to relay your orders to the letter, and that the good Doctor is well aware that he is to accept or lose an exceptional opportunity.” It was one thing for certain, that the Ambassador had ways of being not only discreet, but also clever in enforcing the wishes of others.
Knowing that the Prince of Pride did not like to be bothered about other trivial matters, the Ambassador bade his farewells.
“When the Doctor accepts, I shall send a raven to inform you of such good news, My Lord Pride. Till then…” The Ambassador snapped his heels together, then spun around and marched smartly out of the throne room. His next port of call would not be a Prince or Princess of Hell, but to find the Doctor and tell him of his good fortune.
Temp: Astaroth watched as the Ambassador departed his Kingdom, fully confident in this new development. His army was already a thing of perfection, but adding creatures that were hand crafted for battle would further bolster his forces. Based on the unknown factors of who else Gabriel could be allied with, the possibility of a march into her Kingdom was very small. Mammon had made that mistake already, and he definitely didn’t plan on ending up like him. Instead of doing anything aggressive he would simply recover and bolster his defenses. It wouldn’t take all that long for his power to fully replenish, and when that time finally came he would immediately begin training. Just like in the past, he would spend every waking moment growing his power and his Kingdom, his pride. No matter what Gabriel or anybody else did, they could never take his pride.
Moo: Ysera moved through the kingdom via the air…a better transport than any other. Her full dragon size began to shrink while she neared the castle, morphing to her humanoid form while she began to lower to the ground. With her wings being the last to go, she dropped onto the ground with a soft thud, and moved forward toward her Lord’s throne room without a moment’s hesitation. She had been hibernating underground for quite some time…and within hearing of the mayhem, she had been awoken quite unpleasantly. Needless to say, the informant laid in a heap of bones, the rest having been devoured. Ysera didn’t take well to being woken prematurely, as spoiled as she was.
The female walked through the doors as they were opened by guards. The kingdom’s uproar seemed to have quieted during her Lord’s time of healing. That much was good news. Strutting along the corridor, she finally came to a stop several feet from the throne, falling to her knee with her hand over her chest before the one and only Astaroth; the only person she would consider to be above herself. Peculiar pink hues lifted to take in the sight of the regal prince. “You look well,” she remarked. “My Lord.”
Temp: Astaroth had been recovering for a decent amount of time thus far, but was still not up to 100% strength. The majority of his generals had already been addressed and ordered to do various things. The top priority was bolstering their defenses in preparation for any sort of attack. As powerful as the other Kingdoms were, there was no way one could just punch through Prides front lines of defense. Now that he had a contract with Hell’s Kitchen, as well as a possible ally in Lust, his position of power was nothing but furthered. It had taken quite a bit to push Astaroth back in that battlefield alone. The addition of his army would bring about mass destruction to anyone that opposed him. For now though, he would regain his strength and keep a watch on the happenings in the rest of Hell. The masquerade ball was something he was well aware of, but attending such an event in his condition would be foolish. Eventually he was greeted by Ysera, who showed her respect as usual, and as expected. “Hilarious as always Ysera, but I feel far from well…this will change in time, as you know…and then we will train until I become stronger.”His demon dragon form needed to become something he used only if he had to. His normal form was still formidable, but nowhere near the power of his demonic form.
Moo: Ysera gave her Lord a meek smile, slowly standing once again. “You’re nearly well,” she remarked. As consoling as the words could have been, her tone was lacking…but that was normal for the woman. Her hands clasped behind her back in a formal manner. “I will be grateful to train with you.” She nodded as she spoke, her gaze set over Astaroth. “It would do me well… I’ve been sleeping far too long.” Normally, it would have been longer. But nobody was as talented as Ysera when it came to battle. She instructed Pride’s forces to do nothing more than obtain victory, while taking minimal losses. Of course, there were months at a time when another general took over her position. This one had failed, and would receive a pleasant visit from the draconian female. Order was a necessity in this kingdom, and she would not fail to deliver it. “That fool, Mammon…” She scoffed, closing her eyes as she turned her head. The woman’s arms crossed under her chest. “Had he not rushed into battle in a single day, he may have been able to overpower Gabriel.” Her pink hues slid over to gaze at her Lord when she finally opened her eyes, looking displeased. “If I may, my Lord… Why did you rush in with him?”
Nhal: “I would hope that you aren’t getting soft Astaroth… I hate that shitty movie cliche of some weak kneed politician hiring someone to do his dirty work for him.” A thick string of black smoke whisped into the room as the voice echoed softly, making a dark black cloud in the room. The cloud lingering, Anarchy stepped out from its blackness, causing the thick cloud to immediately disperse and disappear. The heavy metal boots of Anarchy thumped against the floor as he proceeded, walking closer to the pair. Anarchy’s face was hidden behind his white mask, his armored left hand holding a burlap sack, and his hair neatly tied back while his cloak fluttered softly at his pace.
Temp: Astaroth remained relatively still and calm as Ysera spoke to him. He wasn’t surprised that she was curious about his reasons for joining Mammon in battle, in fact he had expected it. Going in without your army was never a widely accepted strategy, but he had multiple reasons for doing so. “I mostly wanted to find out who Gabriels allies were, and was rather surprised by how many she had…Lucifer himself spared my life.” Not that he was proud of that fact. Regardless, he had discovered quite a of information. He honestly hadn’t expected Anarchy to show up anytime soon, nor was he expecting him to speak in such a disrespectful way. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the being, clearly not pleased by his words. There was no reason to cause an issue right now, considering his condition, but Ysera could handle things. “Handle this Ysera, I’m in no mood for this.” Keeping calm furthered his healing process considerably.