Ruby – Part Five : SS.

 

 

Sharing his knowledge, Valmont wanted to show Ruby a world that he was from.  He was trying to invoke memories, that may help her remember her past life, and who she really was.

Scene setting: The Embassy of Hell : Seven sins series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu:  Ruby took the arm offered to her, and the both of them went their way to the training room. It had been awhile since Ruby used her weapons against someone, but she had a feeling there would be no killing involved. In a way, Ruby was disappointed but it was just her nature for a long time; not killing would go against that very nature. She saw the… whatever that was that Valmont took from Nicholas, and it may be the thing that she’d use to talk to others. Ruby didn’t mind, but when she thought about it, wasn’t it that thing that others used to make words? She didn’t know how those things worked, but she’d learn very soon. She placed her hood back over herself, almost as if to calm herself down.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With Zachary and Nicholas both set tasks to do, this meant that the Ambassador was able to escort Ruby freely to the training room. The incubus had taken from Ruby’s expression and demeanor that she was uncomfortable with all the fuss of the sudden arrival of staff. It was something that she might have to get used to if she had any plans on staying at the embassy on a more permanent basis. Taking his arm and placing the hood back over herself, the crimson hooded girl now seemed to be more at ease just in Valmont’s company. With the board and chalk in one hand and Ruby on the arm, he escorted her through to the next corridor and down a passage.

“This room does not get used much. Training is something that only happens in a time of war and thankfully the last war was pretty much over before it started.” The doors would be opened by two guardians and this allowed Valmont to walk Ruby through without trouble or letting her go.

On arriving inside, Ruby would find herself in a large expansive room with coloured floor mats that criss crossed the marble floor, and on every side wall there was armaments from across each and every kingdom. A sample selection of the very weapons used by each creed of Sin. There was also suits of armor and mock battlements set up for practice runs. It was a very odd set up for an indoor arena. Which is exactly what it was.

The doors were closed behind them and this was when Valmont turned to Ruby.

“Show me your sword, and just how you wield it.”

She may not be able to have the gift of speech, but he wanted to see just what kind of warrior lay beneath the ruby coloured hood.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby was glad that the others were gone, it made her feel more comfortable to deal with just one person rather than a group. Even since they expressed themselves to one another, not even a day ago, Ruby had gotten very comfortable with Valmont. He understood her in a way others wouldn’t try, or couldn’t. He gave her a place to stay, and a good sense of companionship. The two guardians gave her no trouble, and she had hoped not either. Ruby looked around the new room they were in. She had never been in a training room before, and knowing that they’d be alone, she let down her hood to once again show her face. She looked a bit amazed, but not as overjoyed as once would suspect.

She looked at Valmont, who now addressed to her and her weapon. He called it a sword, but it wasn’t really a sword. Ruby knew what it was, and she wouldn’t be able to say what it actually was. Still, in Ruby’s world, seeing was much easier than talking about it. She pulled it out and with a flick of her wrist, it popped open in it’s full length. Her scythe was taller than her, almost twice as tall, but she seemed to wield it with ease. She looked at Valmont and put it to her side, standing up, wondering what he wanted her to do next.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The weapon that Ruby unsheathed was larger than when he remembered seeing it up at the Isolated cliff. Interesting that this was the choice of weapon for a petite girl in a hood. Not one that those she faced would expect either. He remembered that she drew on it when she was afraid, or intimidated. This left the Ambassador to wonder if she used it out of a love for the weapon, or solely as a source of defense. Ruby had drawn her hood back as well, when she was in Valmont’s company. Again observations about this girl were starting to paint a picture of one that was both insecure and afraid in this place – Hell. Someone went to a lot of trouble to stitch up her mouth and then leave her here.

The girl handled the scythe with relative ease, considering its size and presumed weight. She had a natural and fluid ability to wield it as though she was incredible experienced in its used. A scythe is more commonly owned by a reaper, or at least that is what Valmont had thought before now. But Ruby wasn’t a reaper of souls? Was she?

“Very impressive, I must say.” The Ambassador gave her an encouraging smile to see how well she handled the long scythe. He had no intention of trying to disarm her, or cause her reason to take fright. Valmont had been careful as not to be impulsive or reactionary. There was simply no need. Too much too soon might be detrimental to their very new friendship.

“I can now see that you are more than capable of using it. Though the physics are astounding considering its size.” By this he meant that it was almost twice her height and yet she moved it effortlessly. “Thank you for showing me Ruby.”The training room was probably the best open area in which to have a demonstration of her weapon safely. The Ambassador then explained more about the room. “Here, we have all the different types of weapons commonly used by the different Kingdoms of Hell. Each donated by the reigning monarch of the time. Fascinating, if you like museum pieces.” What the Ambassador meant by this was that few if any of them were used. It was more for studying and understanding how each kingdom went about warfare, which was common place.

Remembering the chalk board and the chalk that Nicholas had acquired, Valmont took them out and then he wrote a simple letter V on the chalk board. V standing for Valmont. It was written in a cursive style and the Ambassador showed the board to Ruby. He was hopeful that the girl might understand. This being the first opportunity he had to try and teach her.

“This is the letter V.” He then pointed to himself and said his name. “Valmont.” Once again he pointed at the chalk board and back to himself. “V.” He took out a small cloth and erased the V, replacing it with an R. Valmont turned the board towards Ruby and said. “This…is an R. R…for Ruby.”

The Ambassador offered the board and chalk to Ruby as a gift.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby felt a bit of happiness and warm in her cold body when Valmont gave her that genuine smile, she even grew a bit transparent by that. It had been awhile since she’s gone transparent, but so far nothing happened yet. She kept it out until Valmont thanked her for the demonstration. She put it away just as effectively as she had taken it out, focusing back on Valmont who was giving her a bit of a history lesson on the weapons in the room. This was an entire different culture she was not exposed to. Throughout her time here in Hell, Ruby only knew a few things; death, blood and loneliness. She was a killer, after all, so there was no time for friends. Before now, Ruby didn’t care about anything besides what she already knew. Now, with Valmont’s kindness, she became more open and especially with Valmont, more than with anyone else. Ruby was right behind Valmont, watching him explain about the weapons.

The subject now turned to the chalkboard and chalk, which was given to Valmont by Nicholas. This was the thing used for this “communication” that seemed absolutely necessary. She didn’t know why it was that way, but if that was part of Valmont’s world then she might as well get used to it. She stared at the board, seeing the smooth movements of the chalk running along the blank space. It amazed her, and after Valmont was done, she took it with the up-most quickness and started out trying to do what he did. It seemed the board and chalk too all her attention.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Valmont was more than just curious to see how Ruby took to writing on the chalk board. He wanted to see how she held the chalk between her fingers, the way she poised the tip before starting to make sweeping strokes. The ambassador was of course rewarded almost immediately, when Ruby took to the first attempt with a flourish that had him smiling effortlessly. The girl had taken to the task so well that all her attention was now focused on the small chalk board and the way she used the chalk to make lettering like Valmont had done.

“You are a natural, Ruby.”

The Ambassador brought his hands together before him, interlocking his gloved fingers as he watched her with a growing enthusiasm. He had never envisioned himself as any sort of teacher before, but then again he had not been challenged to teach a girl to communicate. Though in a way, they already had a bond that was beyond the need for speech. Valmont was finding himself more and more at ease with the girl, and not in the least bit acting out in his nature. It was something of a relief. Unusual though.

Ruby may well wonder why writing was considered such an important form of communication. Valmont saw it as more than just communicating however. It was a way in which many were able to learn about the past, their histories as so written by scholar and men of great learning. From the simplest of drawings on rock walls, to the many tomes that filled the great libraries, it was an integral part of civilization.

The ambassador would wait silently for Ruby to finish with her chalk board, before deciding to extend the tour to the great library of the Embassy. It was a place that held thousands upon thousands of books. The answers to many a question lay within the walls and naturally it was a place that Valmont frequented when he had the chance. Now he had another reason to go there. In a way this was a manner of sharing himself with the hooded girl. Spending this quality time and embarking on a friendship that he hadn’t realized up till this point that he actually needed. He felt a closeness to Ruby that was hard to describe.

“Would you like to see where the books are kept?” He asked, knowing that the training room would be boring to her now.

 

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby didn’t write the typical way, but instead used her whole hand to move the chalk. It would be a long while before she could actually use it the way others did. Ruby did try doing it like Valmont, only for the chalk to slip out of her hands. She picked it up quickly, before it even had a chance to fall to the ground. She may not have been a writer, but being a warrior until now, she had the reactions of one. She “gave up”, in the sense that she’d try again later when she was away from Valmont, which probably wouldn’t be likely as she would most likely stay by his side the entire time. When asked to see some books, Ruby just agreed with a nod of her head. Ruby put the chalk in it’s proper place, and the board around her neck as they continued through the Embassy.

Ruby was brought to a place where books rested until it was their time to be used. Ruby looked a bit anxious when seeing the monstrous amount of books in one place. She’s seen something like this before, but not to this degree. Words were in these, just like on the chalkboard. Ruby wondered, would she be able to write books for Valmont? In less than a day, Ruby was doing and thinking things that never crossed her mind; Ruby never saw herself as more than what she was before her meeting with Valmont. A tool only to be used for killing, now brought into another world.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The library was a darkened hall that had all the curtains drawn and the shutters over the windows. No natural light was allowed in, and the only illumination came from either lit candles or small reading lamps that could be found on tables that dotted the interior. The surrounding walls were filled with books, and the way to reach many was to scale ladders that ran along on coasters at the bottom. Fed into tracks, they could go as far as ten metres, before you would need to scale another ladder.

Valmont walked along now with his gloved hands behind his back – the back of his right hand slapping the left in a fluid motion. His body was fairly rigid and he had an air about him. It was natural to him, as he thought that slouching was a form of being lazy in one’s self. When he regarded Ruby once again, he noted a look on her face that showed anxiety. Was the library too much for her? Or did she think that the ambassador was going to try and get her to write great novels, after only just giving her a board and chalk just a short time before. Valmont acted quickly to allay her fears.

“Ruby, fear not. This is just a place that I enjoy a quiet moment, to reflect and also to learn. I wouldn’t try to get you to write long stories like the ones in the books.”

He had hoped that his explanation would suffice and that she could go back to being relaxed in his company. They truly were very different, and Valmont was doing his utmost to ensure that he did not upset the girl. This in itself was unusual, since he was having to suppress his own natural feelings and urges. Valmont had managed it when he had to meet with female royals before. But this was different. The ambassador felt this overwhelming sense of responsibility for the girl’s well being. Almost father like with a child. It was all very new to him too.

Valmont stopped and thought for a moment. There was one place he could show her, that would give them a way to interact on a level that required no words at all.

“Have you ever danced?” Valmont was thinking of taking her into the grand ballroom, where parties were hosted for dignitaries. It was a short walk from the library.

~RB~

 

Zu:  She was told not to fear, and that she wouldn’t be writing much outside what was around her neck. This made her look comfortable, but she was actually a bit sad. It might have been a scary thought to Ruby, yet she would have loved to try it if it would please Valmont. If she could, Ruby would have the cutest smile on her face. Truly an innocent soul, despite her abnormalities and her current state in Hell as a killer. As they were speaking, Ruby saw herself becoming transparent when her hands went missing. Unlike many times before, this actually didn’t matter to her. Ruby’s focus was so much on Valmont, nothing else mattered at the moment. Ruby didn’t realize it yet, but she had developed the most intense relationship with Valmont. He was something Ruby couldn’t have, a friend. Someone who wouldn’t turn their back on her, someone who saw her as more than just a killer. It was the only thing Ruby ever wanted.

Valmont asked for this… dance. Ruby never heard of that, it must have been something only fancy people in Hell do. It did interest her, so with a nod of her head, she agreed and stood next to Valmont, following his lead. She began to become visible again, in her hands at least, as it was the only thing that turned transparent. She clung onto Valmont’s arm as they walked, her eyes showing her daydreaming on this… dance.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Down a long corridor that was just off the library, was the grand ballroom. This room was kept locked for most of the time as the hallowed hall was filled with treasured art and of course a massive chandelier. There were columns along the sides of the hall made from marble, that went all the way up to painted ceilings. Murals featured many of the previous Princes of Hell – a testimony to their leadership. The Ambassador paused a moment to take out a golden key and placed it into the lock, turning it so as to show Ruby the wonder of the ballroom.

Ruby’s easy acceptance to follow along gave Valmont hope that this was something she might like to enjoy. The doors swung open with ease, to give both the Ambassador a sight that would captivate. The ambassador looked down at Ruby, who was clutching his arm tightly. He couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride that he somehow had made her feel good about all this splendor.

A servant came in behind the pair, and bowed low.

“Shall I put on some music, Ambassador?’

“Yes, Gregory. If you would be so kind.”

The servant snapped his heels together and then strutted across the floor to where there was a beautiful phonograph. There was a stack of old records on a table beside it, and the servant carefully took one out of its sheath and placed it on the turn table. Lowering the stylus arm, after giving it a good crank, a soft waltz began to play. The sound was of course carried by the vast expanse of space within the hall. Valmont reached for Ruby’s hand and led her to the center of the room. Watching them, the servant took his cue to leave and this meant the Ambassador was alone with his charge.

“And this….is how we dance.”

Placing his right arm around her waist, Valmont took her right hand with his left, and then slowly began to make steps to lead her into a waltz. The music provided the perfect mood and tempo, and the Ambassador lifted his head back, speaking an incantation that had the chandelier erupt with a dazzling light. Around and around, the Ambassador would lead Ruby on this magical dance. If this had been the first time that she had experienced this, it may well give her a new found joy. The Ambassador was attentive to her needs, and he kept his eyes focused on hers as he danced her around the room.

~RB~

Terrors of the mind – SS.

 

Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.

co-written with Temp, Moo & Artie.

 

Artie:  At the tightening of the collar around her neck, Bandit would grit her teeth and give a low growl of disapproval. Though she would give few emotions, staring at Raul and then flickering her eyes to ‘Riley.’ The mist would make her blink in irritation, her hand reaching up and waving away the liquid.. Though she would still inhale some on that initial breath of surprise.. “You will see.. what I will do.. to that terrible imitation you call my ‘love..'” Bandit snarled, walking past Raul and bumping her shoulder quite forcefully into his chest. A look of murder was on her face – not because of the acts that Riley did, as she was used to this in her human life, but because of the fact that she knew this was not Riley to begin with. Her hand balled into a fist as she walked to a table, taking an object into her hand and then walking.. She would pause, raising the hand with a flash of silver within it up to her eye and then closing one – she would purse her lips to the side as she focused then, gritting her teeth.. She would only have a small window before Riley disappeared behind the curtain..

Her hand would then jerk forwards as she released the knife and let it go, flinging it towards Riley as the outsider’s eye would see no more than a whisk of the metal in the air.. A dull thud and then a scream from the courtesan as the knife had buried itself into Riley’s neck from the back, a straight point as it was flung with such force it pierced all the way through. Bandit would abruptly turn on her heel, ignoring Raul’s initial taunts and walking past him with a straight posture… She would begin to head to the door of the club, focusing now on removing this blasted collar.. It was beginning to choke her a bit, her lips pursing in discontent..

 

Temp:  Roxanne made no fuss or complaint when the Doctor brought her onto the dance floor. The music that was playing was something she and the Doctor were familiar with, and so was the dance that went with it. She remained bubbly and happy as she whipped around the dance floor with him, letting out subtle giggles at Igor and Narcissa. They were both co-workers, but also people she considered friends. It didn’t matter to her if they didn’t feel the same way, for whatever reason. Igor was busy with a not-so-good-looking ‘lady’, and Narcissa was going ham on multiple types of food. It was good to see them both out of the Lab and doing something, even if it wasn’t necessarily ‘fun’. Regardless of what those two were doing, she would continue the dance with the Doctor.

 

Moo:  Narcissa plowed through her food like no tomorrow. Noises of content sounded, along with rather loud chomping and sipping. There seemed to be a cleared diameter around the table, people naturally avoiding the horrific sight. “This food is so good!” she exclaimed. Even some of the food she couldn’t describe for the life of her. What had they called it? Caviar? Whatever. In went a spoon full!
It hadn’t taken the Doctor long to offer a dance to the ever lovely Roxanne, causing Narcissa to smile with delight. The two stood and went to the dance floor, and almost immediately after, Igor was pulled away by some masculine looking lady. Or wait, was it a feminine looking man? She stared at the fuzz on his upper lip, as thick as a caterpillar. Igor called out for help when she gleefully bounced from her chair and swept across the floor. It was amazing her dress hadn’t torn yet, considering it was already to its limits. The monster laughed while she cut between the two. “May I have this dance?” she asked with a bow. She couldn’t bend to her fullest, as the seems were beginning to protest. Narcissa swept back up and took Igor’s hand, sweeping him away into a waltz. Sort of. His feet barely skidded against the ground while she lifted him and spun on the dance floor. “This is fun!” she cried, giggling. “You’re such a good dancer, Igor!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~The Dance floor~

The tempo of the music was lively and of course as it came to a crescendo, the Doctor whipped a rose out from the vase on a table that he and Roxanne passed and placed it between his teeth with a light growl of satisfaction. This had been quite a night and a triumph both for the lab team, and the new contract to work exclusively for the Prince of Pride. Leading Roxanne around the floor, the couple made a fine pair – applauded by many. Watching his creation Roxanne with a twinkle in his eyes, the Doctor mused “We should….go dancing more often. Yes. I like this side of you.” A crooked smile and then the Doctor stood back and bowed to his favorite nurse Roxanne for the song was over. He then gestured for them to sit at their table, while it would seem that Narcissa; who had been enjoying the buffet a great deal was in a tussle with the manly Trisha Von Ticka. Igor didn’t know which was worse. The hairy lipped Trisha or the Frankenstein like Narcissa. One thing was for sure, when Narcissa made up her mind, the hump back was only going to be dancing with one woman. Ripped away from Trisha, who stood there pouting with her hands on her hips – Igor was whisked off his feet and had begun the Waltz with the monster girl. “This is fun!” She enthused, as the crowd erupted at the new couple tripping the light fantastic.

Lighting a cigar at the table, the Doctor enjoyed watching Igor dance with Narcissa. “They are good…yes?” he asked of Roxanne, as the pair swanned past them. “Igor is so light on his feet.” No truer word was said. Blowing a puff of smoke, the Doctor then gave a wink and said to Roxanne; “When they are done we return to the Kitchen and check on our newest creation.”

~Raul’s booth~

The Warlock could see the collar tighten around Bandit’s neck, and he sneered as he gave her the options on what to do next. Naturally, Bandit had not lost any of her spunk…or her bite it seemed. Always so head strong and un-lady like. It was like watching a lioness. Proud and unyielding. Bandit did inhale some of the mist that had come from the collar, but she spotted a fake straight away and called the Warlock’s bluff. Menacingly, she then took a knife from one of the nearby tables and threw it with force and accuracy to strike the fake Riley through the neck. A loud cry followed by a female scream came from behind the curtain. The imposter….dead.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The Warlock tuttered his tongue as the defiant Bandit turned on her heel and made her way towards the exit with her head held high. Did she really think he would just let her get away so easily after going to all the trouble of having Eva track her down? In a crowded room, filled with patrons, dancers and Hell’s elite – the Warlock was about to put on a right star performance. A bright spot light hit Bandit’s back as two large bouncers came in from the outside of the exit and blocked Bandit’s way.

“Ladies…and Gentlemen. Tonight…the House of Red Velvet is proud to present my newest….attraction.”

Many of the guests including the Doctor and his table would see the statuesque Warlock whip off his cloak that beneath it had a blood red silk. He spun the cloak around him much like a matador would in a dance, only this was no such thing. The Warlock uttered three words, though it was hard to tell what he was saying. “Shuda…Verama….Decesi!” The collar around Bandit’s neck started to glow brightly as each of the jewels blazed in colour. Red….gold…green, blue…and of course a brilliant diamond. The strap of the collar started to tighten around Bandit’s neck as she slowly started to rise off the floor. The collar’s magic was coming into the fore.

The crowd started to applaud as the Warlock raised his arms and then moved his fingers as though playing a piano – this would cause Bandit to float over the tables of the many on lookers towards a stage at the rear of the club. Here red velvet curtains parted to reveal a well oiled male wearing just a loin cloth but his head was covered with a strange mask that had no mouth and only slits for eyes and holes for his nose. He flexed his muscular arms and then his pecs as the girl floated towards him He stood by a large rack that was the kind that they used in medieval times. A whipping post. As Bandit would lower, the oiled giant reached out to snatch her from the sky, much to the Warlock’s amusement. Struggle as she would dare, the giant attempt to tie her to the cross, that is positioned so that the victim has her back facing the audience.

Down amongst the crowd, the Warlock was chuckling darkly as he turned to his many eager patrons that loved to administer a little bit of pain to the Warlock’s employees. Picking up a cat of nine tails, the Warlock swirled it in his hand and then offered it to the first man to raise their hand.

“Come now….we have a very naughty girl who needs a good lashing. Any takers?”

There came a burst of hands in the sky, but the closest of them happened to be…..the Ambassador.

“Oh…me…pick me!” the wig wearing Ambassador cried out – his gloved hand raised on high. The Warlock smirked and tossed the cat of nine tails to the Ambassador. “Valmont, my dear friend. She’s all yours.”

~RB~

Artie:  “What the fuck?” Bandit’s hand would go to the collar around her neck as her whole body was suddenly floating, the club’s eyes on her.. This was ridiculous. The warlock had always been one for dramatics, but now she could do no more than laugh at the pure stupidity of it all.. Clearly, her attitude had shifted in her time in hell. She was more skeptical, more of a realist.. Anything the warlock did only made her laugh in a bitter tone. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Her voice sounded as though she was done with such a show, raising a brow at the male in front of her.. She’d learned that the residents of Hell fed off of fear and reactions of that sort.. So instead of squirming she would only sit still at the post, wiggling her wrists a bit but not giving much more of a struggle..

As if he’d get her to cry for release and that she didn’t want to be here.. He was kidding himself, she would not grovel for such a vile being. “Stop being a fool, get it over with, you bitch.” Bandit rolled her eyes to the ceiling and then kept them there, bracing herself. Her pain tolerance was quite high from years of Hell – she figured she’d feel a slight sting in the beginning, but it was sure to fade with the first whips.. To emphasize her sarcastic attitude, Bandit would then make eye contact with Raul… and yawn. Yawn! She yawned at him, as though she had better places to be than this unforgiving shithole that he called a club.. I’ve seen libraries with better entertainment.. The blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes again and taking a huff of breath.

 

Temp:  Roxanne had very much enjoyed her dance time with the Doctor. Once the song was over and their dance was done she returned the bow that she was given, then returned to the groups table. Narcissa and Igor were spinning around and grabbing all sorts of attention. She found the way they moved to be extremely humorous and couldn’t help but let out several giggles at how silly they were. “Those two are so cute!” She clapped and bobbed side to side as she continued to watch them dance, seemingly unaffected by the other happenings in the area. Whether she was just choosing to ignore it or she just didn’t notice would remain unknown, unless of course she was questioned on the matter.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gleefully led the humpback around on the dance floor, even as he hollered for help. Eventually Igor learned to take things as they went, settling for disdainfully staring out to the crowds of people, focused on not spitting up the hot pocket he’d eaten. The song passed rather quickly for Narcissa, even if he couldn’t say the same. She giggled to herself while she spun him away toward the table, in which he barely avoided bumping into, instead tripping over his feet and falling in front of it. Her hand went to her lips with a little “oops” before she cracked a smile, waving at applauding onlookers.
She swept over the dance floor to the table after a moment, aiming for her plate of food. Hopefully it hadn’t gotten too cold. She sat down and took a big bite before dramatics began in the room. “Are we going home?” she asked with a full mouth. It was interesting to watch someone float over the room. Narcissa clapped her hands, oblivious. Though as the woman was strapped onto a rack and a sort of whip was revealed, she sat a little more quietly with interest.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor was not so much one for dramatics or tasteless acts. He could see what was happening with the hapless collared girl and the featured rack that was positioned up on a small stage for the crowds viewing pleasure. Frowning slightly as he heard the girl’s abusive taunts to the Warlock, the Doctor checked his watch. Wilhelm’s mind was racing. Now that he had secured the contract he really needed to get his team back to the Hell’s Kitchen and work on the creation that he had left strapped to a table. Narcissa asked if they were going home, as she could tell by the doctor’s face that he had had enough. “Yes, my Dear. I do hope you enjoyed the feast and the dancing, but it is time that we all got back to work. Idle hands make no profit.” He declared, nodding to Igor – whose eyes were still spinning in their sockets from having danced with Narcissa and the manly lady. “Right…behind you, Master.” Igor said, as he tried to stand up and not fall over from being dizzy.

Putting on his coat, he motioned for the group to follow him back out to the Hell’s kitchen roadster that was parked outside. The team had a lot to do when they got back. Most importantly, was to test their new creation. The Doctor placed a good wad of cash in the bill folder and then marched towards the door, not bothering to look back at the girl on the rack.

As they all reached the car, the Doctor opened the door for Narcissa and Roxanne, while flicking his finger for Igor to jump in the driver’s seat. Hopefully he would be able to drive in a straight line. To each of his assistants the Doctor said. “We should do this more often, and with the Prince’s commission, we will be able too.”

(Lab Team TC)

~The Red Velvet Stage~

Yawn. That is what Bandit did when she was strapped to the rack on the stage before the dinner crowd. She thought so little of the Warlock and his games that she treated him with little to no respect at all. Bandit would not succumb to being the subject for the amusement of the Red Velvet’s patrons, and her continued defiance in the face of pain was not all that surprising. Not to the Warlock. He knew Bandit like the back of his own hand. It was one of the reasons he found her so fascinating and had followed her to hell. Strength in spirit and in will. But the human mind is only able to handle so much, and while it was clear that she had built up a resistance to the likes of the Warlock, he still had a few cards up his sleeves.

Snapping his fingers, Raul signaled for the loin cloth wearing beast man to tear away Bandit’s clothes to expose her to the crowd below. All gasped and some chuckled at the sound of tearing fabric, while Valmont stood off to the side – idly tapping the cat of nine tails against the side of his leg….almost like he was waiting for something. Whether or not Bandit remembered, the Warlock was still capable of some very powerful mind tricks. He had the power to make illusions seem….very real. Not just to touch….but to feel.

Slowly, the Warlock went up the stairs to the stage, as the tempo of the music got slower. A bizarre tune was playing. You could say it was hypnotic. A smile crept upon the Warlock’s face as he mused at how Bandit was playing for the crowd. Courage. You had to admire it. The Warlock’s nose twitched and again the collar gave off a fine mist before the view in front of Bandit’s eyes would become clouded. The room itself and everything in it, including the patrons would go into some sort of slow motion like effect, with even the Warlock’s words sounding slurred. A ripple passed through the air and reached Bandit – lightly caressing her skin. The Ambassador was still waiting. Why was he waiting….and what for? It was then that the Warlock started to change in appearance. From the sly looking gentleman, to a beast like creature – red skinned and wearing a suit that was like something from the 1940’s. He crooned as the rippling feeling continued to wash over Bandit’s body.

The chatter and laughter now sounded sick and twisted as the whole room was now blending in with the slick crooning of the Warlock. Then out of nowhere, the cat of nine tails struck. Once. That one hit that tore open Bandit’s flesh as though cutting ribbons. Red blood seeping….but it was not just blood. Worms…maggots…vile creepy crawlies crept out of her skin, while beneath it was now alive. Bubbling burning beneath the surface. Enough to make any sane person scream. Itching…teasing….eating.

~RB~

 

Artie:  The human female hadn’t given much of a response to the loin clothed man, instead giving a scoff and staring down at the ground. She still couldn’t quite get over how humor of an idea it was that he even existed. Typical. Her eyes would gaze at the ground as the cold gaze of many gazed over her body, her form stiffening a bit but yet she made no further moves. Not as though she had much a reaction. Bandit knew what buttons to push and Hell had hardened her to such tortures. What, did he think he was the first to arrive and try to make an example of her? The thought made her laugh, a quiet noise that accompanied an eye roll. Sure, she was a bit red in some areas from the ripping of her clothes, and perhaps even bruised. Clothing did not come off easily, despite how easy it sounded in words written on paper.

The blonde stared into space, wincing a bit and giving a sharp intake of breath at the sharp pain suddenly on her back. There was a sharp noise of the hard and unyielding fabric on her sensitive skin, her eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment. Perhaps if she disconnected herself she could push through this. Her eyes closed and the cold of the chains around her wrists slowly began to fade, as she went back to her thoughts of the days beforehand. There was a slight feeling of crawling all around her, but she could easily ignore it with her closed eyes. Amusing how the sounds of others became easily twisted into some sort of horror show that she didn’t want to be apart of. Bandit would grit her teeth lightly, her breathing slowly as she focused on something other than her physical senses and presence, as they were currently compromised by Raul’s magic. If she couldn’t rely on her physical body she would retreat into her mental.. Though to be frank, that wasn’t much better at the moment.

She could only think of the betrayal of Riley. She knew it wasn’t real, but the fact that the warlock knew anything — no, she shouldn’t be surprised. He was a sneaky little thing for a reason, after all. Bandit breathed slowly, retreating to her own world in her mind as her body became somewhat.. unoccupied? Though, the warlock may be a bit surprised to see Bandit’s wounds on her back slowly healing. She found that the crawling began to go away, as her mind recovered from the mist’s effects.. Clearly, she wasn’t prone to anything that could alter her state of mind and body.. but, it wasn’t going to last as long as it usually did. This was an effect of something that she was under the influence of.. but what..?

 

Razorbackwriter:  Life is but an illusion, and we are all players on the grand stage. The mind tells us what to see, and when it can will shield us from the most horrific of circumstances. Think of it as a built in safety switch. What we see, what we feel are all transmitted and collated by our mind’s sensors and thus we deduct from that and react accordingly. Some break so easily when their mind is pushed to the limits, and it was clear that Bandit had come to use a special ability of attachment. Burrowing deep inside her sub conscious and finding refuge from the evil that was the Warlock. Odd how this “human” was able to perform such feats that went above and beyond what is considered to be normal capabilities. But…this was the Warlock’s special forte. The mind. Said to be one of the most powerful part of the human anatomy and in most case only used to a minor percentage of its capability, the Warlock had been studying them and their limits for many years. He had been inside Bandit’s mind before….and would so again – so long as the collar remained firmly clasped to her neck.

As Bandit retreated behind the walls of her mind, her body strangely began to heal itself, as the vile worms, and maggots vanished like sparkling dust from her skin. The warped goings on of the House of Red Velvet started to black out and even the cries of laughter and pleasure would fade into nothingness as the entire room became a black void. The Ambassador, the loin clothed man had seemed to turn into…..hedge like statues, as the stage was replaced by a simple stone square within a large garden maze. The chains and ropes that bound Bandit turned to snakes and slithered from her body, dropping onto the stone path below. A long and lonely wolf howled in the distance, and there was the faint sight of lights….sparkling…dazzling – yet so so far away. A lone raven sat upon one of the stone statue’s head and cawed at Bandit, to rouse her from her mind.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

An Excellent Opportunity – SS

Scene setting : Pride castle.

co-written with Temp, Moo, and Nhal.

 

Temp:  The card quickly made its way into Astaroth’s hand as a guard took it to him. Apparently there was a way to get his hands on a secondary source of warriors. Normally he would only allow warriors that impress him join his forces, which was the reason behind his army being so powerful. There wasn’t a single member of his army that he couldn’t be proud of. However, hiring an outside source meant that this process would be overlooked. It seemed there was little choice in the matter, if he wanted to increase his forces that is. “Go there, tell the Doctor he works for me now…I will supply him with corpses of a quality he’s never before seen. I’ll expand his workplace. Whatever it takes. I will of course compensate you for this…Oh and one last thing…make sure he knows this isn’t a request.” He would supply the Doctor with ‘unique’ bodies as well as bolster his working environment, so long as the Doctor responded correctly. If his order was denied he would…pay him a visit.

 

Razorbackwriter:  No sooner had Astaroth taken the card, the Prince of Prides mind was made up. Not only would he supply the Doctor with a never ending source of quality corpses, but the Lab would now work solely for him and Pride Kingdom. No ifs no buts. This was to be relayed by the Ambassador and at haste. Valmont took the Prince seriously and bowed in a sign of respect that he understood the directives. He would receive payment for this messenger service, but it was all part and parcel of keeping in well with the Prince of Pride.

“I shall be certain to relay your orders to the letter, and that the good Doctor is well aware that he is to accept or lose an exceptional opportunity.” It was one thing for certain, that the Ambassador had ways of being not only discreet, but also clever in enforcing the wishes of others.

Knowing that the Prince of Pride did not like to be bothered about other trivial matters, the Ambassador bade his farewells.

“When the Doctor accepts, I shall send a raven to inform you of such good news, My Lord Pride. Till then…” The Ambassador snapped his heels together, then spun around and marched smartly out of the throne room. His next port of call would not be a Prince or Princess of Hell, but to find the Doctor and tell him of his good fortune.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Astaroth watched as the Ambassador departed his Kingdom, fully confident in this new development. His army was already a thing of perfection, but adding creatures that were hand crafted for battle would further bolster his forces. Based on the unknown factors of who else Gabriel could be allied with, the possibility of a march into her Kingdom was very small. Mammon had made that mistake already, and he definitely didn’t plan on ending up like him. Instead of doing anything aggressive he would simply recover and bolster his defenses. It wouldn’t take all that long for his power to fully replenish, and when that time finally came he would immediately begin training. Just like in the past, he would spend every waking moment growing his power and his Kingdom, his pride. No matter what Gabriel or anybody else did, they could never take his pride.

 

Moo:  Ysera moved through the kingdom via the air…a better transport than any other. Her full dragon size began to shrink while she neared the castle, morphing to her humanoid form while she began to lower to the ground. With her wings being the last to go, she dropped onto the ground with a soft thud, and moved forward toward her Lord’s throne room without a moment’s hesitation. She had been hibernating underground for quite some time…and within hearing of the mayhem, she had been awoken quite unpleasantly. Needless to say, the informant laid in a heap of bones, the rest having been devoured. Ysera didn’t take well to being woken prematurely, as spoiled as she was.

The female walked through the doors as they were opened by guards. The kingdom’s uproar seemed to have quieted during her Lord’s time of healing. That much was good news. Strutting along the corridor, she finally came to a stop several feet from the throne, falling to her knee with her hand over her chest before the one and only Astaroth; the only person she would consider to be above herself. Peculiar pink hues lifted to take in the sight of the regal prince. “You look well,” she remarked. “My Lord.”

 

Temp:  Astaroth had been recovering for a decent amount of time thus far, but was still not up to 100% strength. The majority of his generals had already been addressed and ordered to do various things. The top priority was bolstering their defenses in preparation for any sort of attack. As powerful as the other Kingdoms were, there was no way one could just punch through Prides front lines of defense. Now that he had a contract with Hell’s Kitchen, as well as a possible ally in Lust, his position of power was nothing but furthered. It had taken quite a bit to push Astaroth back in that battlefield alone. The addition of his army would bring about mass destruction to anyone that opposed him. For now though, he would regain his strength and keep a watch on the happenings in the rest of Hell. The masquerade ball was something he was well aware of, but attending such an event in his condition would be foolish. Eventually he was greeted by Ysera, who showed her respect as usual, and as expected. “Hilarious as always Ysera, but I feel far from well…this will change in time, as you know…and then we will train until I become stronger.”His demon dragon form needed to become something he used only if he had to. His normal form was still formidable, but nowhere near the power of his demonic form.

 

Moo:  Ysera gave her Lord a meek smile, slowly standing once again. “You’re nearly well,” she remarked. As consoling as the words could have been, her tone was lacking…but that was normal for the woman. Her hands clasped behind her back in a formal manner. “I will be grateful to train with you.” She nodded as she spoke, her gaze set over Astaroth. “It would do me well… I’ve been sleeping far too long.” Normally, it would have been longer. But nobody was as talented as Ysera when it came to battle. She instructed Pride’s forces to do nothing more than obtain victory, while taking minimal losses. Of course, there were months at a time when another general took over her position. This one had failed, and would receive a pleasant visit from the draconian female. Order was a necessity in this kingdom, and she would not fail to deliver it. “That fool, Mammon…” She scoffed, closing her eyes as she turned her head. The woman’s arms crossed under her chest. “Had he not rushed into battle in a single day, he may have been able to overpower Gabriel.” Her pink hues slid over to gaze at her Lord when she finally opened her eyes, looking displeased. “If I may, my Lord… Why did you rush in with him?”

 

Nhal:  I would hope that you aren’t getting soft Astaroth… I hate that shitty movie cliche of some weak kneed politician hiring someone to do his dirty work for him.” A thick string of black smoke whisped into the room as the voice echoed softly, making a dark black cloud in the room. The cloud lingering, Anarchy stepped out from its blackness, causing the thick cloud to immediately disperse and disappear. The heavy metal boots of Anarchy thumped against the floor as he proceeded, walking closer to the pair. Anarchy’s face was hidden behind his white mask, his armored left hand holding a burlap sack, and his hair neatly tied back while his cloak fluttered softly at his pace.

 

Temp:  Astaroth remained relatively still and calm as Ysera spoke to him. He wasn’t surprised that she was curious about his reasons for joining Mammon in battle, in fact he had expected it. Going in without your army was never a widely accepted strategy, but he had multiple reasons for doing so. “I mostly wanted to find out who Gabriels allies were, and was rather surprised by how many she had…Lucifer himself spared my life.” Not that he was proud of that fact. Regardless, he had discovered quite a of information. He honestly hadn’t expected Anarchy to show up anytime soon, nor was he expecting him to speak in such a disrespectful way. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the being, clearly not pleased by his words. There was no reason to cause an issue right now, considering his condition, but Ysera could handle things. “Handle this Ysera, I’m in no mood for this.” Keeping calm furthered his healing process considerably.