Hot Gossip – SS

 

Scene setting : The Park

co-written with Krystal

 

Krystal:  Maya was a little suspicious at Lydia’s reaction. It hadn’t even been that surprising toher, and she was there. It was very common for new Princes, or Princesses, to rise to their new-found stature by downing the previous monarch in battle. She looked out the tassles and through the window, and she could see their home in the cave from here. They were nearing the destination in which they’d depart from the carriage. “Lady Gabriel has always seemed very strong, and to myself, it’s not a surprise she finally overthrew Belial. Allister and I could’ve gotten ourselves into some big trouble, but luckily it seemed that none of the Royals wanted another fight. They gave us a warning and we left promptly,” she said, glancing at Allister a little angrily.

Allister sunk in his seat a little, hunching his shoulders. He knew good and well it had all been his fault, but he wasn’t about to correct Maya as she covered for him.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The gossip was juicy as it was delicious to hear. Maya and Allister both offered up what they knew about the death of Belial and the rise of a new Princess to the realms of Hell. What may have seen like a common affair to the likes of Maya, as she described the battle and how Lady Gabriel was a strong contender to defeat Belial without so much as a scratch; was intriguing to the demon of Ambition. The want and lust for power – to be better…oh she must have a greedy streak after all, Lydia thought as she used her slender digits to smooth out her skirt.

Lydia gave a curt nod that the other royals were not at all interested in another fight with Maya and Allister, and who could blame them after taking the head of Belial in such a fashion. Nothing could really compare after that feat.

The carriage started to slow as it reached its destination. The cave like home of Maya and Allister. How did the driver know this? Well, Lydia was able to communicate telepathically whilst speaking to the pair within the carriage, and she also noted how Maya stared outside the window at what must be her abode. Humble as it was. Lydia reached up and tugged on the red ribbon and the carriage rolled to a stop. The door opening by itself.

“Well, here we are. Safe and sound.” Lydia chimed as she waited for the pair to disembark. “You have both been most entertaining, and I look forward to our meeting another time.”

This was her way of saying farewell to the pair. Lydia was now in a dreadful rush to go and relay what she had heard to her Master, the Demon of Greed. Prince Mammon. Oh, she was going to get more than a painted gold star for this. A Duchy in another realm perhaps.

Once Maya and Allister alighted from the carriage, the door would slam shut and the carriage would take off at speed….bound for the Kingdom of Greed.

~RB~

 

Krystal:  Maya smiled again, standing up to exit the carriage. “Thank you again for the ride, Domi. We both really appreciate it.” She helped Allister out, and watched the carriage speed away. Maya couldn’t help but feel like they’d been somehow used and that Domi hadn’t just been generous and offered them a random ride from the kindness of her heart. But, they felt fine, and they’d manage to get home faster.

 

 

Story continues at the Castle of Greed.

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Turkish delight – SS

Scene setting – Park

co-written with Krystal.

 

Krystal:  Maya nodded to the woman, taking note to call her as such, and when she winked at her, Maya smiled, though still feeling a little uncomfortable. “It is quite luxurious… It must be wonderful to be able to travel like this around the Kingdoms,” Maya said, clasping her hands together on her lap. Her nails were painted black, also, and were at a nice length. She raised a hand to touch the tassles on the window beside her. They felt very soft.

Seeing Domi move out of the corner of her eye, she saw the box and it’s contents. Maya took it in her hands, looking at all the different sweets. She bit her lips, and not wanting to be rude to someone who was so kind to offer them a ride, she took one and popped it inside her mouth, chewing with her mouth closed. It tasted wonderful.

Allister had stayed straightened up and sat properly after Maya corrected him. He was good like that, especially when he knew he was in trouble. After taking his eyes off of Domi’s bosom, he cleared his throat and moved some hair out of his face. He took the flask and smiled, his face still blazing from already being drunk. He flipped it open and took a swig before closing it and replying to her about her question. “Y-yeah, Lady Gabriel finally killed off that bastard Belial, finally… She’s the new Princess of Wraath,” he slurred.

Maya swallowed her Turkish delight after closing the box. “That’s right… Prince Belial is dead, and a new Princess has risen,” Maya repeated. “We saw the fight end. Princes Leviathan and Astaroth were also present.” Maya didn’t seem emotionally phased by this, but she did seem interested.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The carriage jostled along on the cobble stone path that weaved its way through the park with its occupants now enjoying themselves on the gifts of confectionery and alcohol that Lydia provided. These were more than just gifts, but a polite way of making Allister and Maya feel comfortable and relaxed in Lydia’s company. A demon with high ambitions always knows how to groom her targets or new friends to help get a leg up, so to speak.

Lydia’s gloved hand toyed with one of the nearest tassles, while she smiled at Maya’s comment that it was wonderful to be able to travel this way around the kingdom. “Beats walking any day. And nothing compares to the reception one gets at the castles of the Princes. You get treated like royalty by the staff. Not that I am royal mind you. I just love the way they live.” Lydia brought her hands together to be placed neatly in her lap – her eyes twinkling at the very thought of the juicy tales that this pair might know. Of course, when asked if there had been a death that eve; as Lydia had come to believe, she was rewarded with both offering information that one of the Princes had fallen to the blade of another. And not just any other. Lady Gabriel.

Lydia took out a black fan and snapped it open – flitting it furiously as she drew in a sharp breath feigning shock.

“Oh…my goodness! Belial lost his head….to a girl?” It was sensational as it was scandalous. Maya backed up her companion’s statement adding that they saw the fight and that two other princes were present. Prince Leviathan and Prince Astaroth. Lydia’s jaw dropped even further. Mammon was going to want to hear this…if he hadn’t already. Lydia could almost imagine the Prince’s reaction to such news. A Princess of Hell. What a treat.

“Such ambition the girl must have. I must say I am impressed.” Lydia added, forgetting herself for a moment, since she was of course the Demon of Ambition. Lydia didn’t normally have to resort to violence in order to get what she wanted, but this news shone a new light on just how a girl could rise to greatness in Hell.

“So how is it you both escaped the scene unscathed? Are you both blessed with good fortune, or was it just luck?”

 

~RB~

 

A quiet ride through the park – SS.

Scene setting – The Park

co-written with Krystal

 

Razorbackwriter: The pleasant sound of bells ringing merged delightful clip clop of a pony’s hooves as a small horse and buggy came into sight. The driver was well dressed in a black top hat and flowing cape, who sat at the top of the driver’s seat, whilst in behind sat a well dressed young lady with a wide brimmed hat and her hands hidden within a small fur roll. One would think this young lass was simply enjoying a delightful ride in the park, as that is what appearances would suggest, however the young demon did not simply venture out on little rides like this without purpose behind it. Words and whispers had called in the wind that there was a change happening in Hell, and Lydia had already been listening into the minds of the weak to hear of the fall of a great one.

The driver cracked the whip and the pony brayed as it quickened its pace. The sharp clip clop of hooves getting closer to a target, but just who could it be. A gloved hand tugged on a small red ribbon which alerted the driver that the passenger had spotted her target.

“Right here will do, Jenkins.” A dark yet feminine voice called, as the buggy stopped just shy of Allister and Maya – who happened to be standing in amongst some dead trees and arguing by the looks of things. The driver stayed silent as Lydia opened the door to her buggy and gingerly stepped out. Dressed in a rather revealing red dress with a plunging neckline and long skirt, she gripped the edges of her dress and then trotted towards the pair. Noticing the male seemed to have trouble on his feet, Lydia asked.

“I just happened to be riding by and see you both. Poor chap looks unwell. Need a lift?” Lydia offered, gesturing for her buggy.

~RB~

 

Krystal: Both Maya and Allister turned their eyes up to the woman who stopped. Maya looked at the woman, and then at the buggy. She pondered the ride for a moment, and then looked at Allister. “Do you need the ride?” she asked him. If he said yes, she’d go.

Allister was staring at the woman. He bit his lips and nodded quickly. “I think so, yyeah,” and with that, he hopped into the carriage. He wasn’t usually this fond of women; only when he’s drunk does he develop an eye for lovely curves. He sat down in the carriage, leaning back improperly, slouching. “So comfy, it’s pretty nice in heere,”he complimented the woman.

Maya wasn’t far after him. As she passed the woman, she nodded her head and quietly said “thank you for your kindness,” and sat down beside Allister, promptly straightening him up. She really, really hated taking him out drinking… He was always such a pain in the ass. She looked around the carriage, admiring it’s decoration and space. She adjusted her cloak to cover her legs, and took off her hood to reveal her face. She had short black hair, some of it falling in her face, and for once, her eyes were a soft shade of blue instead of a glowing red. One might almost mistake her for a human.

 

Razorbackwriter: Just like that, the couple happily accepted Lydia’s offer for a ride in her carriage. The demon of ambition wiggled her nose and did a little shoulder shake as she turned around to watch Allister enter the carriage first. Clear as day, Lydia could see that the poor chap was under the weather. Too much booze for one night. The carriage creaked and groaned slightly as Allister made himself at home inside the plush velvet surrounds – easing back ungraciously. Gosh, what a sight. Next was the female, who was quiet demure. Soft, perhaps. Or was that an act? All in good time everything would be revealed. Once the pair were safely inside and sitting together, Lydia climbed aboard and took her seat opposite the pair. She sat right smack bang in the middle of her seat and the door to the carriage snapped shut all of its own accord. Lydia reached back and rapped her knuckles on the wooden partition to alert the driver they were ready and with a crack of the whip, the carriage started off again.

Lydia preened at her skirt to let it fan out in full, then took a deep breath before saying in a saucy voice. “Now this, is how to travel. Ooh, how rude of me. Allow me to do introductions. I’m Lydia Dominatus, but you can call me Domi.” Lydia pressed her gloved hand to her rounded bosom that was practically busting out of her blood coloured dress. The Demoness noted that Maya had taken an interest in the interior of the spacious carriage and she winked at the girl as though trying to make her her new best friend. “Nice innit? It was a gift from a rather wealthy gentleman for my services.” The interior of the carriage was detailed with golden trim and blood red tassles on the curtains that were on the doors and back window. It was in stark contrast to the black exterior which was much more solemn.

Lydia’s attention in Maya grew when the girl let her hood fall back to reveal her short black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. So very attractive. The Demon now pulled out all the stops to make the pair comfortable. She reached into a basket that sat to her right and pulled out a small crushed velvet box and handed it to Maya.

“Turkish delight. Do try some. They are breath taking and so exotic.” If Maya opened the box, there would be twelve inside, all dusted with icing. Lydia didn’t forget Allister, she had something for him as well. A small silver flask of whiskey with the initial “M” on the side. She handed it to Allister with another wink. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Lydia giggled.

Happy in herself, she then went for the kill.

“So…seen anything unusual this eve. A death perhaps?”

~RB~