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.

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~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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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
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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.

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~RB~

Tory:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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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.

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“Oh shut up, ya sissy!”

~RB~

Tory:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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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]

 

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The First Leviathan – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Kiri:

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

(TC: Unknown for the time being)


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

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“Kien Setsudan-ki!”

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

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

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

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

Tory:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who killed the first Leviathan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who sent you?”

~RB~

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

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

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

 

The Naga, the Genie and the Dragon – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Sieg:

 

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

And finally they were three, the naga, the genie, the dragon, the three listening to each other and their lord in this time of crisis as their worried seemed to be the same. The three of them knew that an attack on the island would be something difficult to fend off from, they all knew that they had no allies outside this walls, and despite their combined power was great enough to rival the the other princes and perhaps even surpass them…what hope did they had if their numbers were smaller? Salem had seem some miracle battles during the ages, but it was among men, they were relatively fair in comparison, battles defined by intelligence, tactics, and not by the power they wielded, if anything such powers were just a trump card. But also something else worried him, something he had felt but not confessed for the sake of their lord…

Perhaps this is unimportant, given how perhaps my sensitivity to this is Master…but I had an strange sensation myself not too long ago

Genies were sensitive to the use of magic, and it was not something that came off as weird or unexpected since themselves were basically some strange incarnation magic itself took. Their power was well known, and even if Salem himself was unable to act as a normal genie should, it did not mean he did not packed the same power within his humble form of what seemed to be an elf that decided to spend his life on the deserts. In any case, the information he withheld was mostly something he found pointless, something that would bother their lord more than anything…but given the circumstances that maybe would help them

As you know already my kin have their own type of connection with magic…and not too long ago I felt an strange shift, something you could consider an small wave in calm water, as if somebody’s sands had been…tampered with

Salem never moved from his spot, as he began to ponder about the situation himself as he did during dinner last night, something that came off as normal due to the genie’s own silent nature when it came to any event that involved food. In the table he rarely uttered a word unless it was to answer something, and even then he always tried to cut himself off from conversations to be able to enjoy his food. Still this explained why half of the food he had remained untouched during the whole ordeal

I did not considered important at the time, but maybe it has some relation with your currents sensations…still finding the link between this two events is what worries me, but again as I said, it’s not so uncommon that such things happened

He placed his own grain on sand on the situation, so to say, as he tried to end by reassuring them that somebody messing with another’s life span, their own sands, was not an uncommon thing. Still one couldn’t stop thinking that it was strange that genies could perceive such thing, given that their own race was technically not capable of dying. As strange as it may have sounded, death for them only meant being later on, a continuous cycle which they were gifted with because of the most powerful of their kinds, creatures strong enough to make other more powerful incarnations of them, Ifrits for instance, tremble in fear at the mere mention of their name. To be able to say that this beings that ruled over all genies were strong enough to shrug off Death itself and defy it and win, was enough to understand where they stood

In any case, why would they decide to attack us now of all times? To our knowledge the other so called rulers were to busy among themselves…why would anyone risk a campaign against us? or even worst, who would be suicidal enough to go through with it?

And he pointed out something logical, despite their clear numeric disadvantage if the kingdoms remained in conflict why would anyone prefer to launch a military offensive against them of all people? They had a good defendable position, one that made up for their numeric disadvantage, and they really had anything really that valuable for them to come and risk their well being for taking. Not to count that they had not only the power of Astaroth defending this place but also a powerful Naga, a Primordial Dragon, and also a Genie…it would take some sort of strange obsessive and desperate reason for anyone to risk their neck in such a way. And it was this logic that Salem tried to use to reassure himself, at least more than the rest, that maybe it was their imagination. In the end while they all were certainly very well capable of death, what Salem feared for was a fate a bit worse in his own case, cause if losing them all, even the Naga who despite their trust issues he considered pleasant enough, wasn’t enough…Salem feared about what would happend if Astaroth was truly defeated. In the end unlike them, he was still bind by his own chains…if Astaroth’s visions were right, if someone came here and succeed in taking this place…sadly slavery would be Salem’s fate. And he wouldn’t go through it again, he couldn’t, he would prefer to turn himself into a mice and ask Alaric to have him as dinner

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It was all easy to speculate. To put meaning to dreams, or to associate sickening feelings with the dread of impending danger. The Prince needed to have his wits about him, not be further stirred by the likes of Salem – who unknowingly was only adding weight to the Prince’s suspicions and thoughts. The nagas took to slinking into the background, as the arrival of the Prince’s other companion – Orimitsu. The Primordial dragon was known in all the realms for his enormous power and his intelligence was not something to be ignored. In fact, Alaric was hardly surprised by the Prince’s warm welcome to the dragon. Alaric simply nodded in Orimitsu’s direction and allowed him to speak freely. Especially when he mentioned about already having spies moving about in the outer realms on his orders. The nagas was on the money that intel was the best answer currently to confirm the harrowing thoughts that someone was planning to do the Prince in.

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Of course, Salem was not ready to give up in issuing further concerns and even questioned as to who might want to harm the Prince of Pride. The nagas may not have had the insight to read the minds of others, or see into the future – but he was more than happy to allay the Prince’s fears one way or another.

“Who needs a reassson to attack? I asssk you. We are dealing with the other six sins and all of them are unpredictable and at sssome point, mad enough to attack another realm without warning. Take Wrath for example. It isss sssaid that Mammon, the Prince of Greed went after that realm sssimply because a woman took the throne. Isss there any clear logic to that? No…..none whatsssoever.”

The Nagas was trying to make a point, and continued, though he wanted to make one thing completely clear to all in attendance.

“This issland casstle is a virtual fortress dessigned to make invassion incredibly difficult for any army. Not only that, you…my Lord are guarded perssonally by three of the mosst deadly creaturess in all the realms. I won’t sspeak for the othersss, but I will gladly lay down my life for you……and I will take a good number with me, sshould any dare to try and mount an offenssive.”

Alaric looked to Salem and Orimitsu to see them both swear to lay down their lives to protect the Prince….come what may. Kiri:

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Ah Orimitsu loved hearing the optimism of Salem so very well, and with the Prince having his knickers in a twist, things couldn’t get much more annoying to the Dragon; however, he wasn’t in the mood to really deal with the idiocy that would follow, and he didn’t understand the need to point out the fact that it wasn’t understandable as to why someone would target them. Since when did anyone in Hell care enough to make sense at all? Orimitsu sure as hell didn’t, he was a dragon, he did as he pleased and nothing more; however loyal he may be. Orimitsu was going to have to take Alaric’s side this time around.

“As Alaric said, they don’t need a reason… this is Hell, no one cares for sense.”

Orimitsu was being blunt about that fact, and wasn’t afraid to do it again if he so needed to do so, but it didn’t change the fact he wasn’t about to show mercy to the idiots that may challenge Pride. While Astaroth may be a child at heart and be the worst embodiment of Pride in the history of this damned kingdom, Orimitsu wasn’t the type to give loyalty without reason and his was slowly wearing thin. Perhaps that is what brought on his next words in response to Alaric.

“While I am loyal and ready to defend him, Alaric, make no mistake about my character; if Astaroth, if you, show any weakness. I will not hesitate to kill you.”

Tory:

Kingdom – Pride Castle
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“A wave?” he sat up with his attention directed at Salem. He was aware of the connection genies had to magic, but he’d thought Salem’s connection was weak due to his situation. Perhaps the magical disturbance was that of such massive proportions that no genie would go without feeling it. Or Astaroth had simply been wrong. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time and probably not the last.
He stood up again and placed his hand softly on Salem’s shoulder in an absent minded gesture as his mind had already wandered off to think of what might cause this shift Salem mentioned. He quickly drew his hand off the genie’s shoulder as he was walking towards Alaric and Orimitsu.
“Alaric, friend,” he stopped by his side with a smile, “The day I ask any of you to die for me will be the day the me now would consider myself truly fallen. If that ever comes to happen, I wish Orimitsu take my life and the three of you move on to your own lives.” he turned to face Salem. “That day you will be free at last. I’ll somehow find a way to free you once your contract with me ends.” he said before spinning his body around to take the last remaining steps to Orimitsu. Knowing the dragon’s dislike for his antics, Astaroth took those steps in a bouncy manner and ended with his hands on the dragon’s shoulders as he moved around him as if he were dancing.
“My dear friend, Orimitsu, I pray-“ he stopped himself. He’d come to dislike most words relating to the heavens since he’d been thrown out. Sometimes he avoided them like the plague, other times he just frowned at the sound of them. On rarer occasion he used them himself and usually managed to bring himself down by doing so. “I hope,” he corrected himself. “That the day you need to kill me never comes.” he winked on his way back to his throne.
“No, I’m not surprised someone is coming. It is just the manner of which I am feeling and the vision that bothers me. I expected this would happen once I was given the title of pride and I’m rather surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.” he sighed and let himself fall down on the top of the three steps leading to his throne. “But it seems like these demons take more issue with women than they do with angels.” he shook his head. “It has been very long since I stopped trying to understand them and began trying to live in their world.” which wasn’t so difficult since he lived on top of a hill on an island surrounded by deep waters that could very well be considered an ocean in the human world. Not to mention the water dwellers and forty legions he had on land. Neither were many but all were powerful enough for Astaroth to consider him safe with them.
“Orimitsu… You scout, what are you sending him after?” he asked, in thought.

Sieg:
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Even in chaos there is always something that starts it all, a motivation of sorts that I’m sure any creature down here would require to do something like this…and trust me, sometimes even among other beings, in other times and places sense and logic become a luxury

He answered back at them, still firmly believing that even behind any action, there had to be always a reaction and always a reason for said reason. He did not said it to those two, not to anyone, but it was the way he was raised, the way he explained the unfortunate incident that happened to him…even in madness there had to be a semblance of order just like in order itself was chaos…or so the genie tried to believe, just to justify what has been asked off him during this many ages, by both Astaroth and all of his master

And don’t worry Alaric, it won’t have to come to death if they reach our shores with that intentions…in the end I don’t have a life to lay down in the line, but I do have something much more terrible waiting for any attacker that come this way…in the end I don’t take kindly when my place of residence, or the ones of my allies is threatened

He did not promised something he couldn’t give, he knew well that genies were not cursed with a real sense of death, and he was sure Alaric knew this as well. The genies did perished, but for them perishing was nothing more than a mere step back, a return to the sands just for them to rise again in another form…painful indeed, but giving them a semblance of eternity. Nevertheless, despite this condition Salem would still defend Astaroth for as long as this incarnation of him lasted, for he knew allies were not normal now days, and friends were even more rare and valuable. So he stood there, tensing himself as he felt a hand on his shoulder and listened to what his master had to say

I just hope he is right…going back to a life of servitude like the one I had…I doubt I could continue with it, without losing myself in it

The genie remained as usual, only nodding as he watched them with the same calm and yet serious expression that was always upon his head even the day the merchant arrived to sell him. It was a trait that everyone had to admit that was impressive, that no matter what his expression would remain unchanged and he would keep worried and pain deep inside, but it was a trait that came with age for him. Nobody in this domain knew what he had gone through, especially in this room, since he was sure that both Alaric and Orimitsu in his position would have lay swift death to any of the masters that Salem had on the past as soon as they bothered them enough, but he did not enjoyed that luxury. The life of slave he hated, it took away much of him only to leave a hollow shell of a former being free as the winds, and it was strange that at the mention of his freedom he reacted so poorly, but it was not his or Astaroth fault. He was happy, but also afraid like nobody else in this room…in the end if they ever failed for them death awaited…but for him…it was a lifetime of slavery again, something much worse, and humiliating altogether

He might had felt some sort of inferiority complex…below the waist Master, in the end many of those who have power do it in those situations…they feel castrated when someone they consider lower do their task just as they do, or even better

He pulled off a joke, now of all times, and about that of all things…but always remaining his calm tone and serious expression as he decided to be silent for now, trying to hear what Orimitsu had to say. He knew of the cunning this creature had, so it was no surprise his spies were crawling around outside, in the end by this point every single one of the people in the room had some way to know about the events on the outside, or at least, part of the events anyways

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Alaric had only so much patience that he could muster during this meeting with the Prince. But after a while that was starting to wear paper thin. He didn’t wish to blurt out and say it, but it was already feeling like someone had in fact died, and they were at a wake. Why not just raise the black flags now and begin the period of mourning? Alaric had tried to use sense and logic to allay the Prince’s thoughts, but it had now gone way beyond that, and though Astaroth was waiting on word from Orimitsu about his spies, the naga decided that the time for talking had long since passed. As much as he would rather be in his secluded hideaway meditating, he knew that they had to prepare for war. Not stand around speaking platitudes as they waited their fate.

Raising up, with his massive coils now moving to gain him extra height, the Naga could not hold back any longer.

“We could sstay here all day and sspeak of possible threats and impending invassions, and that to me is like sitting on one’s handss. I say that we become pro active. If this really is an island fortress, we put her to the test. Get her ready.”

It was like the Naga was tired of the social niceties, and wanted the Prince to man up. To stop lounging on that all too comfortable throne and be entertained by his servants as though he was a boy at the circus. The Naga would be the first to make his move.

“I shall start by going to the blacksmiths and seeing that our armies will be well equipped, and what is needed. It would be better for me to do my job and ensure that the army is ready for any sort of attack.”

At this, the Naga bowed, and excused himself.

“M’lord….Salem…Orimitsu.” He acknowledged each in turn, before slithering out of the room – his long tail taking a while to actually leave the throne room completely. This would leave the three remaining to talk about battle strategies, and what news….if any from the dragon’s spy network.

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The Bothersome Prince – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

Now we return to the Kingdom of Pride, where the Prince is unable to shake feelings of dread, about possible threats against himself and his kingdom.

Co-written with Tory, Sieg and Kiri.

(RP – Supernatural Fantasy)

Tory:

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

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At the genie’s voice, Astaroth let out a sound that closely resembled a cow’s moo, or a whale’s, as he slid out of his seat as if his body were liquid.
“I am…” he paused and reached behind his back to rub at the newly appeared scratches. He’d forgotten than sliding down objects when you weren’t wearing clothes between tended to cause some form of skin ailment. Upon closer inspection it had also crumpled the chiffon fabric in his cape.
Before finishing his sentence, as he had been talking absent mindedly and even completely forgetting that he was about to say anything, he stood up and twisted his torso around to rid himself of the stiffness sitting diagonally in his chair had brought him. At each movement the bells at the bottom of each peacock feather-like end of his cape clung so that it echoed in a beautiful way, to him at least.
“Awh,” he began with a smile and extended his arms to indicate to both his friends that he’d accept them in a hug if they wished, “at one word from me you’re here to entertain me.” he smiled. “I could not have better friends even amongst angels.”
“How are you two feeling this magnificent, albeit, boring morning? Any stomach cramps? Chest pains? I’m hoping it’s food poisoning that’s settling in slower in you two than me.” he’d told both of them of the reason why he had his legions prepare for a battle and the reason he was absolutely sure was his vision coming true was because of the stomach pains. He just wanted to cling to the hope that it might be something else because he honestly had no interest in fighting with his so-called brothers and followers of Lucifer. Astaroth didn’t consider them brothers or even friends. All they were were princes in faraway kingdoms he’d never personally reach. Not that he wanted to visit demons that could possibly kill him anyway. There just wasn’t anything that attracted Astaroth to that idea.

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Salem nodded at the Alaric as soon as he arrived, noticing too well the look he gave him and just not reacting at it as his eyes shifted towards Astaroth. Truth to be told he pretty much did not blamed him for the distrust towards his person, if anything it was justified, for the Genies were well known for basicly being cunning and enjoying making their masters suffer due to their wishes in one way or the other. It was the funny part of their job, so to say, to be able unlike many slaves to basicly torture their masters a little bit. You wished for a hot breakfast? Well, maybe you should have wished the plate…you wish to have money? Maybe you should have wished you had earned it, you wished for a beautiful lady to sleep with you? Maybe you should have wished that it wasn’t your sister…small loopholes many genies loved to exploit

I…would prefer to refrain from the hug Master…

Salem did not wanted to be mean but he honestly did not enjoyed physical contact that much as Astaroth did, it was not really because of anything or so he said but the last time he accepted physical contact he ended up getting chained to a bed for nearly three days, weird owner with weird fetishes, and while he was sure Astaroth wouldn’t do nothing near that, he still preferred that people did not really touched him. Instead he did the best he could and just…patted his shoulder, yeah, that was as much physical contact anyone was going to get out of him today, or so he hoped

And I’m afraid not Master…but perhaps it’s going to come sooner or later…

He tried to sound reassuring but the more time that passed the more he understood that perhaps Astaroth vision was going to become reality. The signs were there, to the point that even the very wind seemed to be changing, to the point that things seemed all to calm. It made Salem worried, because as much as he knew they had power, he also understood that they were grounded in this location and if the enemy was too large, they could very well turn the tides on their favour. So yeah…Salem was worried, but did his best to avoid showing so

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With all the wealth and power that was held by the Prince of Pride, it seemed that he lacked the knowledge on how to keep himself entertained. There were many hobbies, or sports he could engage in, but it turns out that the Prince hated being alone. So, when his servants arrived at the sound of his call, he was duly pleased, and even went as far to offer the pair a hug. Salem of course was one to reject physical contact, which was hardly surprising. Alaric would never hug the genie even if offered a king’s ransom. Alaric on the other hand, enjoyed wrapping his coils around an unsuspecting or stupid target. Slithering right up to the Prince, he moved his arms around to accept the friendly greeting, while his coils started to wind around the Prince from the legs up. Alaric’s hands patted the Prince’s back as you could hear the strange sound of the snake’s body moving with a hush along the stone floor. If he had really wanted to trap the Prince in this death hug, he could – but he knew his place and liked the food. The naga started to release the Prince and offered a smile, that was disarming at best.

“This morning had been relatively peaceful. Well, until now.” The nagas was careful to say.

“You feel…crumpled, Sssire.” Alaric hissed, as he went to move away from the Prince and give him breathing room. The prince had a few questions that needed answering. Wanting to know if the pair had felt any unpleasant sensations in their stomachs? It was an odd thing to ask, and Alaric shot a glance at the Genie. He said he hadn’t sensed or felt anything, and the Naga assumed he meant he was in good health as well.

“My last meal went down in one go and I felt no sssuch ssstomach ailments, Sssire.”

Was it possible that the Prince was feeling stress from the risk that one of the fellow kingdoms may chose time soon to mount a campaign against him? The possibility was always there. The Nagas stroked his chin as he mused over the possibility that the Prince was getting insight into the plots of others beyond his lands and waters.

“Have any spiess over in the realmss?” It was a sensible question. Problem was, with the current standing of the kingdom and its blocking of movement, it would be hard to get intel in and out. ~RB~Kiri:

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Typically Orimitsu would have been in the throne room asleep, however today was nice and warm and he was taking the moment to let the sun heat up his scales pleasantly to the point that he was drowsy enough to the point that he slept for several hours and wasn’t planning to wake up any time soon. Things had been too tense around here of late, and honestly Orimitsu was currently worried about relaxing and staying in such a good mood that he didn’t turn Pride himself into a meal if he rubbed the Dragon the wrong way. Which, don’t get this dragon wrong, he was definitely willing to do it if he had the chance.

After those several hours had passed, Orimitsu gave a wide yawn which let out a burst of hot air, his maw stretching out wide and tall; one could have compared Orimitsu to the size of a large commercial air liner, basically saying he was huge. Large for even a Dragon, Orimitsu was proud of his Primordial Physiology that made him far stronger than any other normal dragon who had no such abilities. Orimitsu let out a puff of flames and air from his nostrils before shifting quickly into him an form, moving straight for the Throne room; his form shimmering as he used his Flash Step to move so fast that it looked as though he was teleporting from one place to the next; it was a strange thing for a dragon but he knew how to get around certain limitations. Such as the speed issue. However, before he did get there, he stopped by the form of a man leaning against a pillar and whispered softly in his ear. The man soon disappeared after, but what was his purpose?

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“As a matter of fact, I just sent a man out to gather some information.. we should here back soon considering his……. expertise.”

Orimitsu, unlike the Prince or his other companions, wasn’t nearly as laid back in situations like this, despite the fact that he wished to relax and be as such; he knew how to use his resources and power in such a way that it made him a deadly opponent. His first words were in response to the Naga whom had also worked alongside pride for as long as Orimitsu personally could remember; someone he respected for being able to get a job done when it was needed. He had a dangerously sly grin on his face, which showed he had something up his sleeve, but at the moment it wasn’t entirely obvious as to what it was exactly at the very moment.

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Astaroth closed his arms around the serpentine as soon as he was there to accept the hug. He always enjoyed Alaric’s hugs. They were much more hug like than everyone else’s. But somehow, Astaroth couldn’t quite enjoy it as much as he did normally. There was just something about the now that had him in deep thought at the same time he was trying to forget what he knew. An event of this size, or well, much greater size. It was only that it both had as big a meaning for Astaroth, if not more this time. He felt distress that his vision, that particular horrible vision, was coming true. He felt even worse because he didn’t know who was coming and somehow hadn’t seen what for. Although he had his sneaking suspicions. Chest pains usually had something to do with death. He’d felt the pain before on several occasions when people around him or important people were about to die, and the pain always dissipated as they died. The pain was worse the closer the people were to him and since he’d never felt it this bad, he suspected it was about him and his death. Which was the one thing he’d left out of his explanation to the three. Only telling them that they might be attacked for their land.
“Yes, I do feel crumpled.” he said as soon as Alaric had let him go. To emphasis, he bent down to make his stomach crumple and appear as if he were a little fatter than he was.
When both had rebounded Astaroth’s hopes, again, his expression turned foul. His hair began to elevate and float in the air. His form flickered. It was common for him when he felt as distressed as he felt now. Someone was coming for his life, most likely. Astaroth didn’t mess with other kingdoms simply because he wasn’t interested. Doing so would also be dangerous for him and every single person that allowed him to call himself their King.
It was in situations like these that Astaroth often resembled a ghost. Humans often mistook him for one and were surprised to see a ghost as clearly as they saw him.
At the sound of Orimitsu’s voice, Astaroth’s flickering stopped and he smoothed down his hair before he flashed his dragon his warmest smile.
“Where would I be without you?” he asked and returned to his seat. This time he sat down properly, like he did whenever his castle was open for visitors. Head resting on a clenched fist with his elbow propped on the throne’s arm, his legs parted to use the chair’s width. The only difference now was that he was thinking. It would look as if he had dismissed the three, but experience would tell them to stay as Astaroth’s thinking sessions usually required the attention of others to answer questions he might or might not bring up. A bothersome prince to serve, he was.

 

The Kingdom of Pride – A Royal Pain : PD

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

The Castle of Pride is situated on its own island in the middle of a vast lake in Hell.

Tory:
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Astaroth was bored. In fact, he was extremely bored. But despite that, he was anxious as well. The pain in his stomach still hadn’t left and was slowly spreading up to his chest. He didn’t consider it a good sign. Chest pains were usually never good.
But the boredom, there was nothing to do. He’d already ordered his legions to prepare and informed the serpents in his waters about the possible invasion that might be coming sometime soon or later or whenever. All he could do was let them know that they should expect it. He could give little else. He’d already made sure that his subjects wouldn’t visit with their small scale problems of land or fish or marriage or cheating. He was regretting that decision. He definitely wouldn’t be this bored if he hadn’t. He might’ve even had fun and forgot the pain in his stomach a little.
The pain. It had started a few days ago and Astaroth had no idea why. All he knew he was hit in the head with the memory of that one rather annoying and painful vision at the same time it started. He suspected it was more than a happy coincidence.
At the moment, he was sitting in his throne. A lavish chair on a small pedestal framed with curtains that Astaroth could fell every time he closed his castle for commoners. He was a nice prince, so he didn’t do it very often. He knew he needed to socialise with his people to have them like him to follow him.
The throne room itself wasn’t all that big. It was really just a small part of the castle. Astaroth liked sitting in his throne simply because of the chair’s comfortableness, so he’d made sure the throne room wouldn’t be too large so that sitting alone in there wouldn’t be weird. The size of the room also kept the echoes to a minimum. There was nothing more awkward than the clanking of shoe or boot soles against the tiled floor while a person walked a long way in silence towards a seat with everyone else’s eyes on them. Astaroth had had a bigger throne room before. It was a big mistake. He’d changed rooms pretty quickly. Now the old throne room was a ball room and he had a new, much more comfortable, one.
He was lying in his throne. Sort of. His cape and his stomach were crinkled and Astaroth was making funny faces to pass the time. Funny faces could only keep him occupied for so long though and soon he was covering his face with his hands and complaining loudly.
“There’s nothing to do~!” usually there weren’t echoes, but Astaroth had moved the curtains so that they didn’t prevent the echo like they normally did when they were down around the sides. He’d done that for the complaining. Since he was alone in the room, he could laugh about the echoes as a child would. Boredom brought his humour down a few levels.
He giggled like a school girl when the sounds bounced of the walls and back to him. One might think he was far beyond normal drunkenness by now. But he had had nothing to drink.

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It was a good day for Salem, in fact it was a great day for the genie as he was inside his little pocket dimension, a little world within this one. He basicly finished his duties for the day last night, setting his a few defenses, changing a few things from the castle, a few from the island, so right now he was in his little island. Call him weird for basicly turning his own pocket dimension into an small tropical island in the middle of the sea with a house right in the middle, but honestly, why would he care? He was a genie, this was his world, and if you said something bad he could turn you into a toilet and leave you in the beach until you left…in fact he did it to someone once…

Hmph…there is nothing interesting today…

He basicly sat on a chair in his own private beach, enjoying how the sun didn’t burned his skin and just kept things at the right temperature as Salem was reading a newspaper written in some weird and strange lenguage. Quite honestly if he actually resorted to reading a newspaper from his own realm to relax, one could tell how restless he felt. He needed to kill time, but quite honestly doing it alone proved to be boring…and trust me…he tried everything by this point, a few things that made him want to bury his head in the sand by remembering them. Funny enough his salvation came in the shape of a mirror that floated next to him, showing him the events at the castle

…if he having some sort of seizure?…

It’s all he could say as he stared a what Pride was doing as he groaned and shook his head, quite honestly, from all the masters he had this one was a rival for the title of most random and childish…but, he figured that this was better than him freaking out. Ever since he had that vision things got weird in the castle so…this was bound to happend. But he figured the little girl giggling would happend after he won the battle…but, at least he wasn’t mad or yelling around, that was good. Still, he figured he might want to drop by and stop him before somebody sees what he is doing

Might aswell embarrass him a little…heh…

Salem stood up from his chair, stretching a bit as he snapped his fingers and some strings of magic sand going across his body later he went from just sitting there on his boxers to be wearing his usual attire. The next thing to do was clean up, again he was a genie and in his own world he was king so…an snap of his fingers fixed this. With that done he stretched again, placing his usual poker face as he just vanished from here. As for where he would appeard, he decided to do it next to Astaroth throne, basicly his form appearing from air as a few grains of golden sand floated around him only to vanish later. And as it was usual for him he kept an straight face accompanied with a polite tone…holding himself back from laughing at this little display

Master…what might you be doing if you don’t mind me asking?

Aside from laughing like an overexcited school girl that is…heh…

The last part, a through that he forced to the back of his head only to don’t laugh, as he watched Astaroth, hoping the prince wouldn’t do anything even weirder that would cause the genie to break the mask and just laugh. He had a bet with another servant that he could spend at least the next hundred years without a single solitary giggle coming out from him and he damn well expected to win it!

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Another part of the castle that was shielded by giant trees, was a sacred place where Alaric came to meditate and reflect. It also gave him the solitude he needed to think. Deep beneath the forest green foliage there was various statues, that were in a circular formation, the center of which had a large symbol that was made out of stone, but the spaces between were covered in a fine moss. In the midst of this setting, Alaric was seated. However only part of him was in a human form, the rest was that of a large coiled snake. The size of the coils was colossal, and so richly coloured he was truly a magnificent sight. He wore on his torso nothing but a silken vest that was adorned with metallic designs that ran along the edges. Most notable was the large jewel centerpiece that was embedded in his forehead.

With his elbows pointed outwards, his palms touching together – fingertips in perfect alignment, he was the embodiment of spiritual energy and reflection. Alaric chanted in a whispered hush with his eyelids closed. The edges of his eyelids eyes were painted with a black dye, that set off his dark skin. It was more than just sun kissed. Alaric enjoyed receiving the filtered rays of light that came down through the gaps in the trees and illuminated his entire being.

There was nothing Alaric liked more than this moments of seclusion, where nothing or no one could disturb his peaceful state of mind. Nagas were usually solitary creatures, so it was unusual for him to serve a Master. But then again, there was no other Prince of Hell quite like Astaroth. Alaric had been in the Princes service for as long as he could remember. His right hand man, one could say as the Prince of Pride had a soft spot for serpents and creatures of his nature.

A day like any other. That is how it started and the religious practice of meditation was going as per normal. That was until the sounds filtered through from the palace that someone was up.

“There’s nothing to do~!”

Slowly, one eyelid opened and the eye darted to the direction to which the sound came from. Alaric stopped his chant and lowered his hands to his sides, while he turned his torso towards the palace proper. The owner of that voice was well known to the nagas, and he knew now that his morning ritual was over. Only a fool would keep the Prince waiting, when he had obviously opened his curtains in the main throne room to alert all of his boredom.

“No ressst for the wicked.” Alaric thought as he raised up like a king cobra and then began to slither from his sacred site to make his way towards the palace as quickly as he could.

On arrival, it seemed someone else had beaten the nagas to the punch. he could hear his questioning tone as he slid in through the doors. Oh….it was the Genie. Trust him to be at the Prince’s side so soon.

Master…what might you be doing if you don’t mind me asking?

“I was about to asssk the sssame thing, Sssalem.” Alaric’s tongue slithered out each time he said ‘s’, his eyes narrowing to slits as he stared at the all too stony faced Genie. He often thought there was a lot more to that creature and would be wise not to take him at face value. Truth was, the nagas didn’t trust him one bit. Then again, he didn’t trust many at all. Trust, like respect had to be earnt.

The Nagas bowed ever so politely, as its long tail took its good time in entering the room completely.

“Your Highnesssss.” Alaric was always one for being direct. “Found a sssmall lump in the cussshion of your comfy throne?’ ~RB~