Tourist District : Central Square – Finale – Shattered Dimensions.

Tourist District : Central Square – Finale – Shattered Dimensions.

Seig:

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District
Resist, remain…those two words were burned into Aiden upon the very moment of his creation, the very two words that he recalled the very day that he leveled a whole block with the single use of his power. Back then the terrified android handicapped himself for good, destroying his own body to stop the weapon being ever reborn but the past purpose he had came back the moment that Hellgate went down because of an enemy that seemed long forgotten by many. Now there he was, trying to hold back his own leash as he found himself surrounded by enemies far too eager to get rid of him, enemies who were his own kind, machines made to destroy and erase

I told you to get back!

They moved for him, seeking him and the damaged mech behind him like prey and all that Aiden did was swing the place given to him, launch a kick or a punch, and no matter the direction something fell, but everytime an enemy retreated another one appeared in it’s place. So Aiden and neither the mech could stop, the two of them basically taking down enemies by the numbers while everyone else was busy with their own battle. But he didn’t cared for them, at least not any longer as he ripped his own equals with as much precision as brutality, breaking apart their bodies as they kept him from advancing

How many more of this guys are here…how many…

His body moved on it’s own, anyone would call it reflex, any engineer would claim that his combat protocols were active and allowing him to continue with fight with all his might, and anybody with a pair of eyes could easily witness that with each machine he took down, the more and more, he lost himself into battle. He heard to the warning he was given by Oberon, he took it upon himself to set up counter measures against this trouble, but little by little, he was getting lost in it. In the end for him there was nothing more than battle here, than combat, and by the time Aiden noticed it was already too late to stop himself, but perhaps….not too late to do something else

They are coming from somewhere, attacking the leader is ruled out but…but…

The meteor came back to his mind, the fact that now the leader of this machines was engaged in combat with the two that were murdering this robots moments ago, and this facts dawned a truth to Aiden. If he was to lose himself into the rage of the battle, then he better have a place to focus said rage, an objective to destroy…and he found one, he sure found one.

Objective obtained, mission updated…changing into full combat mode, counter measures modified

His eyes focused on his new target, the meteor, his blade out and ready and Freedom Wings, the mech he remotely controlled raising to it’s feet. Aiden knew by now that what he was about to do he wouldn’t want to remember, that perhaps if the battle did not ended soon enough he would become a threat to this area…but given how good the ones here seemed to be at killing androids without having a single doubt, then they could easily stop him if he got out of control. So Aiden sighed out, his eyes becoming blank for a moment before a red light shined in full force inside them, same going for Freedom wings as the two began advancing forward on foot, advancing towards the crash site from where the enemy was pouring from

Full armament mode activated

His voice sounding dead as he advanced ahead, his blade ripping apart without any hint of mercy the machines he found on his way as he carved his way towards his objective, while the mech moved behind, firing every single weapon it had towards the target as it crushed below it’s feet any sort of enemy that the android left untouched, not caring apparently if it caused any collateral damage, if anyone was on the way, the two of them had one objective only, and it was to take down the enemy spawning point no matter what got on their way, and then simply take out any hostile in the area…regardless of side, regardless of what happened. Hopefully the counter measure would act up in time, hopefully it would take him long enough to destroy the place he sought to destroy…or else the people in here would have another trouble to deal with in their hands

Shadow:
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Jaz
Jaz who had his weapon drawn and facing the black haired man felt a bit of relief when he heard the man’s response to his question. He sheathed his blade and inched closer to the man. “Do you at least know what happened here?” Jaz asked still skeptical of the man’s intensions. He wasn’t sure he bought the guy’s act especially sense Jaz could sense an immense power in the area. Jaz’s attention was turned to some commotion going on further up the road. He could see the figure he saw before was a white haired boy who was giving the local law enforcement grief. Jaz turned his attention back to the man closest to him. He could tell something was different about him. “I’m getting a not human vibe from you, are a demon or something?” Unbeknownst to Jaz he was in the path of the white haired boy and his motor vehicle rocketing toward him.
Razorbackwriter:
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A challenger, really? Face showing such determination and grinning madly as he made the run towards Grant with his blade raised to slash down down down. Course, this new villain was running fast…not Godly, but fast. Grant wondered…just how fast he could go. Within the blink of an eye, Grant spun his wrist, and the cutest little nerf gun appeared in his hand. it looked like plastic and something you would pick up for five bucks in Hong Kong. A toy….versus a god like smiling warrior? Really Grant? But…you have to remember this was not Grant….it was Irasho.

In an almost dance like backward step, he aimed the toy like plastic gun at the floor where he had been standing, right where the slash would have landed. A blast like ray shot out from the toy gun and lo and behold a shinning portal appeared. it was a swirling vortex portal which if Yami happened to fall into it would take the robot snicker dude for a ride. The first shot fired was not the last, for he aimed the toy gun at a spot in the air about seven feet above which created a second portal that opened directly over the first. If Yami did fall into the first, he would come out the second, directly back into the first….and this….would repeat…and repeat….and repeat.

We’d get to see just how fast he really was.

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“PORTAL GUNS….GOTTA LOVE EM!!!” Irasho then realized something was missing, and with his other hand he created a chocolate cake. He gave the top a lick before dropping it into the portal to see if it would catch up with Yami, but in his love of fun thing, he opened another portal right near another robot.

“THE CAKE IS A LIE! ahahahaha!”

Theme song for this:

~RB~

Fu:

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Shattered Theme

– Everything happening in all these instances seemingly revealed Yami’s decline in control over the city ; but that was due to the nature and persistence of the people here today . The Robotic being would’ve found his attacks to be successful against the comet that landed ; destroying the source of the machines and ending that threat . Yami’s lunge at the male would end with himself falling into the hole formed by the Male , a technique that also duplicated the same portal not far from above it which would cause him to loop continuously for more then 10 seconds while the words coming out of his mouth would’ve been what was truly on his mind. After a short moment he’d notice that something else had entered the looping portal ; a cake it was. –

Yami.EXE :” What is this madness?!? ”

– Yami would not find his situation to be enjoyable , finding himself to be stuck in a loop like so he wouldn’t attempt to budge as he continued to piece together the nature of this person’s shattered item. Yami’s head would begin to glow , as he utilized the data he’s gained on this realm to understand the trends of this world and its terms.-

Yami.EXE : ” Your powers revolve around….. Is this Imagination constructs ? ”

– Yami would eventually slow his descent by utilizing a pair of hover boots which soon came out of his heel as he tried to finally get out after seeing what he could. But it was at that moment a unexpected visitor arrived .-

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Ori Ventrue : ]” I do know what has happened here , however I can’t speak too much on it as it stands . I apologize but this is a force that can’t be spoken about so lightly. ”

– The male said his piece and knocked lightly on his own head , he wasn’t meaning to be rude but was merely speaking truth . This was not knowledge for just anyone , they had to earn the right to know . The man inquired on his race , this made the male sigh . The man was quite inquisitive , seeking answers from a stranger he did not know but he’d get his answer . –

Ori Ventrue : ” You can call me the Overseer of the Timeline. That is all I can give to you right now. ”

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Charlie : ” I got it !!!!!! ”

– After a few moments Charlie’s scream went into a controlled yell , he finally had it under control ; driving it through the police blockade and moving onward towards and past Ori and the male he was with and towards the Square where the other people were currently at. The male waved his head back and forth continuously as he gotten ever closer to the Square . In the span of the next minute a flight of stairs lead towards the southern part of the Square where Charlie would arrive to the others .-

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Charlie : ” Ba ba ba ba , these stairs ! I’m getting some sky time ! ”

– It took quite a few seconds to finally get up but with the momentum he had beforehand it would launch the motorcycle quite high into the sky ; which Charlie used to act as if he was flying . This moment would’ve been extremely dangerous for anyone else , but Charlie was quite crazy and used to this sort of thing and with that he would jump up to the point he was crouched on the seat of the cycle before leaping off of it . The jump would cause his motorcycle to crash into Yami.EXE without realizing it , that being’s location being locked in place due to the looping portals and the resulting collision would cause the male to break off from the loop . The extent of the damage done was not easily seen as the collision sparked a explosion a few feet away from Grant and Kasumi. Charlie was imbedded face first into a building , stuck there until the building weakened enough for him to get out. –

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– The flames from the explosion would persist for quite some time despite the fact it was beginning to rain , what would come out ? Would there be anything left intact after that ? Whatever the case though ; the silhouette of Yami could be seen inside the small sea of flames .-

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Pure insane laughter. That was what was coming out from behind the mask of Irasho. To see the blur of the robotic Yami go through the portals at speeds that made him almost unrecognizable. Irasho spun the portal gun as though he was a cowboy in a spaghetti western and blew on the end before slamming it into his own coat pocket, where it blended back into his form. The power of the mask was the ability to harness Irasho’s crazed imagination and with that almost anything was possible, even if it broke all laws of physics. He was like a walking cartoon. An anime legend. Powers so vast and yet much of it was untapped.

” What is this madness?!? ” The poor Yami cried.

“P..p..p..portals and cake…for SCIENCE!” Yeah, that was a logical answer from the crazed mask wearing crime fighter.

‘ Your powers revolve around….. Is this Imagination constructs ? ” Yami’s jet boots allowing him to hover within the pull of the forces of the portals. Clever. Irasho faked a double face slap as though troubled and yet dazzled by this robot’s abilities. Crafty bunch of bolts. Pulling out a hand with a sock puppet on the end, he let the hand do the speaking with the other hand he drank a glass of milk.

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“You speak like yoda…but you’re not as good looking…and that’s saying something! Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk.” Milk started to come out of the sock puppet’s mouth as it spluttered, while Grant tossed the glass over his shoulder, only to hear it smash on the ground.

Grant then held his hand up and twirled his finger with such flair, before he side stepped the oncoming motorcycle…that was Charlie. The boy on the bike was loud enough and probably even more insane than the masked wonder.

“A one..two..three…step!”

The bike collided with Yami, knocking him clear out of the looping portals. The subsequent crash into the wall and the fireball that ensured was top quality. Better than any movie stunt. This actually brought applause from Irasho, who held up a score card.

“I give that a nine, Jon. eight for artistic style…but a one for that landing. Ooo that’s gotta hurt.”

Through the flames, now with the sky opening up as the first rain drops started to fall, Irasho could see the outline of Yami. Man, he must be fire proof, the masked Irasho thought.

“Do that again!” Irasho shouted excitedly.

~RB~

Fu:
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Yami : ” …… Who assaulted me. This feels so familiar..”

– He rose from the flames , albeit slightly wounded but still dazed and wary as well . He wasn’t sure what the hell just happened but he seemed to have recalled an incident similar to this , was this to say he had ran into Charlie in the past ? That was a possibility and only the passage of time and certain individuals would have knowledge of it . The Being walked out of the flames to realize there was nothing left but to leave the vicinity with the information he had acquired from today . –

Yami : ” There is nothing further for me to learn from this skirmish . Consider yourself triumphant this time around ; Silly Human. ”

– He wouldn’t specify whether he was speaking about Charlie or Grant but it was up to them to decide who he had meant . Yami’s body turned into a bright white beam and vanished into the skies above. Within those moments however a large group of forces appeared to lock down the situation , the military might came a tad bit too late one could say. The lights shone bright upon Grant ; Kasumi , Aiden , Jaz and Charlie .-

[TC for Yami ]

Captain : ” This is the Commanding Officer of the Tourist Cities Defensive Faction . Surrender or be fired at mercilessly ! ”

– Several lights grown whiter with intensity but would be lowered once Ori walked towards them with his hands up high while lowering them as if instructing them to do so .-

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Ori Ventrue : ” Cease your actions . The incident has been wrapped up and the only thing worth fixing now is the clean up . I can trust you with it yes ? ”

Captain : ” Oh I’m terribly sorry Lord Ori ; I didn’t realize One of the Five Devas of Alteria to be here.”

Ori Ventrue : ” I don’t like to be referred to as such . I dislike social status . Anyhow the situation here is much better now then it was before. I would like to thank all of you for helping the District but as you can see from your actions that you are lacking in experience in areas . Therefore I —”

– Ori stared at Kasumi for a quite long time and then at Grant , from his inference they must’ve came together. Aiden and Jaz moved on their own accord so they must’ve been solo units and seeing Charlie he would not take any longer to come to the inference he was a trouble maker and couldn’t decide his allegiance . Ori pointed towards the crater on the side of the building and made a fire motion with his thumb as if indicating shooting , the soldiers that stood by all took that as a symbol to fire and upon the impending rain of bullets Charlie was engulfed in bullets or so they thought. He was gone , Celtan held Charlies unconscious body upon the top of the skyscraper while within radius of Liryu .-

Celtan : ” It’s time for us to get going Dark Lord ”

– A portal formed in the space just a few inches in front of the skyscrapers edge which lead back to the ship which Celtan would leap into promptly after speaking –

[TC for Celtan and Charlie ]

– Oridin looked at the crater to find out that there was no longer anyone there , he let out a sigh to find out that the person had escaped but with this there was time to speak to those people who were here in front of him .-

Ori Ventrue : ” Like I was saying ; you must all understand that as you are you won’t be able to continue down the path you started and expect to live long without growing . You must make a choice in your life to continue forward , upwards and go further then you’ve ever gone before. Each of you are special in your own way , and only you know what is best for you . I have to write up a report on what’s happened here today but you all should get going , this isn’t a pretty sight and you should be best off sharpening your blades for the next threat that may come your way. I take it you all know where you can go to get stronger ? ”

~ Second Arc Complete ~

Kiri:

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Watching Grant quietly, Kasumi couldn’t help but raise a brow at the difference in the current Irasho and the one she had seen in the beginning of it all; of course she couldn’t be sure if there was truly a difference or not. The two of them were… well… definitely similar, Grant and Irasho that was, but it seemed that Irasho took that to extremes while Grant was hyperactive and mostly a sweet guy about it. Kasumi couldn’t be sure about what was going on, but for the moment she was focused on the fight with Irasho and the being whom had started this all; it was going well for Irasho, but with the arrival of an unknown causing an explosion Kasumi leapt into the air with those wings of flame erupting behind her. Hovering in the air with them, she eyed Grant, making sure to keep an eye on the guy she was travelling with. Sure, Irasho was witty, but he was also a fair bit crazy. That could impair planning and thinking, of course… she wasn’t too worried. Once the entire scene had ended, Kasumi landed beside Grant as she listened to the entire conversation, not speaking nor making any real change in expression. Instead of speaking or moving, she simply stood beside Grant and waited till Ori, as he seemed to have been named, spoke to all of the current members. Kasumi thought for a few moments and took in a deep breath, nodding with a few soft spoken words.

Kasumi: “I think… I may. I’ll find the clan which my father’s father was once in. Hopefully I can find some help there.”

While Kasumi spoke to Ori, Hiroaki gazed down at the events below him with a quiet and watchful look in his eyes, knowing the situation was now back in hand, his form became engulfed in flame as he removed himself from the current area. Kasumi, once she had finished speaking to Grant and had heard Ori’s response, she looked at him with the look that asked if he would accompany her. She hoped he would, she had grown quite… accustomed to his company, and it was a pleasant company at that. If he was coming with her, Kasumi would have turned with a smile, holding onto Blazing Genesis for a bit longer before she would have released it as she left the area; stumbling slightly.

(TC for Kasumi and Hiroaki)

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And just like that…it was over. Smoking ruins, fires and large gaping holes in broken brick walls. The enemy had fled, pretty much with their tails between their legs. There was going to be no encore, no more of a show. It was time to unmask Irasho….wasn’t it? Irasho turned his head silently when Kasumi approached him and stood along side him as the one known as Ori gave his speech. A speech about choosing a path. It was pretty clear that the path that Kasumi was to take, was going to be different to that of Irasho. There was no insane cackle, or even another trick from the masked one. He simply stood there – eyes of red behind the mask that bore a sinister smile.

“I think… I may. I’ll find the clan which my father’s father was once in. Hopefully I can find some help there.”

Slowly, Irasho reached up and tore off the mask, to reveal the more gentle face of Grant beneath. His lips thinned as he now processed what Kasumi had to say. It was time for her to blaze her own trail, and a time to let go. While he enjoyed her company, he knew that he would only hold her back. She was staring up at him, expectantly almost. Quiet, watchful.

After drawing in a large breath, he released it slowly. The mask held in his grasp at his side.

“I can’t follow you this time.” his words sounded hollow, and if she was to look into his eyes, she may well see something that had not been there before. “I’m sorry…” It was not how he wanted to part ways, but perhaps it was for the best. Considering what he was feeling. While the mask turned him into this childish maniac with imaginative powers beyond belief, the old Grant was slipping further and further away.

Nodding twice to confirm to himself that this was what he needed to do, he turned away from her and started to walk in the opposite direction.

As he got some distance away, he slid the mask back on!

A dark and sinister laugh was heard, before he rocketed like a blur from the area….

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~RB~

Wicked – SS.

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Moo.

 

Moo:  The question the woman asked left both Oroan and Serin a little dumbfounded. When they had just explained themselves, this woman still expected them to know? What the hell did they look like? “We just told you–” Serin began, a little irritated. A quick thought directed from Oroan had her close her lips together in a line.

“Yes, we were attacked… it was dusk, so the man’s features were hidden for the most part.” Oroan continued the conversation easily, obviously relaxed. Years of dealing torture to pry a person’s mouth open definitely had its perks–aside from causing pain. Although her cutting in to request the princess wasn’t making this any better for the pair.
“From what I could gather, he had long, long black hair…he was unnaturally tall–taller than me.” The brute’s meaty hand rose well above his head. “At least by a foot or so. But he was smaller.” Some description that was. Oroan couldn’t have guessed the man’s hair color or eye color. “But I can tell you he dealt in magic and he was obnoxiously strong.”

“Black Elemental magic,” Serin cut in. “He manipulated the wind, lightning, and fire.” She paused for a moment, hearing the ruffling of heavy skirts accompanied by clacking of heels against the floor down the hall. “I don’t know if he was watching us the entire time we were in the square, or if he had arrived while we were tending to business.”
By the time she’d finished her sentence, Lydia entered the room. Or she assumed this was the princess, as she looked royal enough for the part. Serin had to take a breath to compose herself, being in the presence of the princess. The shit- storm was most definitely growing.

“We know nothing of the war because we were no where near wrath at the time,” Oroan replied. “Milady.” He was sure to add the last bit not to seem rude. Gluttony didn’t call for such formalities, but this was entirely different. And with a female, no doubt. There was a slight bow of his head in respect, in which Serin mimicked. “I’m not sure if your guard understood what was being said, but we are here on behalf of Gluttony.”

“Or were,” Serin added with a shrug of her shoulders. “Yesterday, that is. We just finished explaining it to…” She looked to the woman before her. “I’m sorry…I never caught your name, ma’am.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Her name…is Mariela, Duchess of Greed.” Lydia said, jumping into the conversation as though she was in control of it. Mariela was keeping her lips closed, probably cause she had lost the little thief. Waltzing past the trio, with Scar dancing along behind his Mistress, she took her place upon the throne, and settled down – fanning out her skirts. With the pair explaining that they WERE from Gluttony, the Princess took that as being former employees of Gluttony. They claimed to be nowhere near the war at the time. The guard apparently mistook what the pair had said in his message from Mariela about them.

Drumming her nails lightly upon the arm rests of the throne, it wasn’t hard to see that Lydia was formulating a new and cunning plan.

“I was unaware that Baal allowed his staff to wander the kingdoms at their will. What a chap.” Lydia beamed a bright smile as she eased back, almost like a cat in how she presented herself. If she was any more feline, she would purr. “I am sure that Mariela has explained that we are in a transitional stage here. Mammon…the late…great…Prince of Greed fell to Gabriel at the battle of Wrath. Like you both, I was nowhere near the battle. But from our towers we could see….and hear it. Such a shame.” At this Lydia pursed her lips and then the smile formed once again.

“Naturally a new heir had to be chosen and of course with Mammon having no children, it was I that was made the new monarch of Greed. I am Princess Lydia Dominatus, also known as the Demon of Ambition.”

Scar leaned against the throne and tipped the front edge of his hat, as his Mistress introduced herself formally. Seeing her acting so grand was enough to make him chuckle, but he had to admire her style.

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“Since you have both come so far, and it is such a long walk back to Gluttony, why don’t you both…stay for the night. Maybe….a bite. I am planning on a grand masquerade ball in the coming days. One to be attended by all the Princes and Princesses of Hell. The event of a lifetime.”

Lydia batted her eyelashes as she took out her fan and struck it open. “Also….there is a little thief loose in my grounds, and I would give a bag of gold to the first person to catch her. She has a chalice that belongs to me, and I want it back.”

The Princess shot Mariela a look, which would be hard to read. “No hands off this time, I swear it.”

 

~RB~

 

Moo:  The pair’s eyes followed Lydia to her throne. As the demon sat, they both bowed in respect, having turned to give her their full attention. “A pleasure to meet you,” Serin directed to Mariela with a turn of her head. A brief smile passed over her lips, faked.

The princess’ prodding didn’t require any answer as she continued to speak. A small relief to Oroan as he couldn’t explain his situation completely. It would give them away if he didn’t word it correctly. While she spoke, he would think of ways to twist his story until it was satisfactory–until he heard the familiar name of Gabriel. “…Gabriel, as in Belial’s lover?” There was emphasis on the last word. Everyone knew she hated the man, as she often made her want to kill the man very clear. And rumors about the two spread constantly around the kingdoms. “I don’t suppose she went to war to avenge him.”

“So she finally killed Belial,” Serin cut in, voicing her thoughts under her breath. Her gaze moved from the floor in front of her to Lydia. The demon of ambition. It made sense for her to take over the throne, given her status. However, it was abnormal for Hell to let women take a seat in the throne. Serin had to avert her gaze to hide the narrowing of golden hues. Interesting that two women would take thrones in such a short time.

Serin and Oroan exchanged glances. Something about staying the night, much less eating the food in this place, was unsettling. However, there was something in the tone of the princess’ voice that made Serin feel like no was not an answer. The demon master straightened in order to look less casual. The mention of Nami gave her a tinge of worry. They were being offered gold to find the imp and return the chalice. To turn down this deal was also suspicious for a pair like them. An idea formed in her head slowly as the princess swore hands wouldn’t be taken. Of course, what punishment was left if not that?
“That is very kind of you, milady,” she answered with a smile. “The generosity is almost overwhelming. We could use a good rest and meal after last night’s events.” Of course Oroan would normally grumble at this point, knowing flesh and blood would not be part of the meal. However, he kept quiet. “A bag of gold is hard to pass up as well. We can start searching for her immediately if you would allow us.” She bent slightly before tilting her head to look up at Lydia, awaiting her response. Oroan had of course mimicked her movement.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There was a bowl of fruit beside Lydia’s throne, and she reached out to pick up a bunch of grapes, while speaking. Rather than be overly formal, Lydia started to pick off a grape at a time and popped one in her mouth – chewing thoughtfully as the pair spoke about what they knew of Gabriel. “…Gabriel, as in Belial’s lover?” The male asked and much to her pleasure in this, Lydia answered simply. “Yep.” The Demon of Ambition had heard the report first hand from another pair that she had given a ride to in the park, thus then forwarding this information on to Mammon – who reacted just as she had imagined. “I don’t suppose she went to war to avenge him.” He continued. Lydia smirked and then waved her gloved hand dismissively. “Oh no. Mammon was furious at the idea of a woman being on the throne of Wrath….and how the poor Prince Belial had been betrayed by his lover. He found women to be untrustworthy.” Now, if you were to hear Lydia say this, and then of course put all the pieces together about the fact SHE was now the Princess of Greed, you would have to wonder. “Mammon was the one that started the war.” Course, Lydia didn’t let on that he was given a little push, but in a very cunning way. “I dare say he would roll in his grave if he knew….heh.” Lydia didn’t finish her sentence but if you could see her eyes they were positively glistening. Be it from the fact she had used her very nature to secure the ultimate prize. His own kingdom.

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Taking another grape and popping it into her mouth, Lydia was pleased to hear that the pair would seek out the cheeky little brat that had stolen the chalice. Snapping her fingers, a servant appeared and then handed the bag of gold to the pair. “Now. I am trusting you both to return that girl and of course the royal chalice she stole from me.” The gold coins jingled in the pouch and it was safe to say it was a considerable sum.

Business having been concluded, Lydia rose from her throne and then decided now was the time to write up those invitations. Devil knows they weren’t going to write themselves. “Good day.” Lydia said, taking her leave and with Scar following along behind her like a shadow, they departed from the room.

Going out into the corridor, Scar asked about Mariela. “Little witch seems to be a bit quiet. You really think she is up to the task of being Duchess of Greed? She couldn’t even use her powers to catch a thief.” The Demon of ambition just tutted as she walked along. Her thoughts were on other matters. The ball was to be a significant event in the history of Hell’s royals, and nothing was going to stop her from planning it. “She’ll find her feet. Eventually.” Lydia said dryly, before turning back into her study. Reaching the desk, she took out a large wad of parchment and started to write out invitations to each of the Prince’s of Hell….and of course, one Princess. Each invitation was to the reigning Monarch and a partner of their choice. Other nobles invited included the Warlock Raul – owner of the Red velvet, and the famous Doctor – Doctor Wilhelm of Hell’s Kitchen. There were bound to be other nobles and all would get an invitation.

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One after the other the invites were written out, and rolled up by none other than Scar, who wanted to be helpful. As each rolled parchment was tied off and sealed with a wax seal from Lydia’s ring of Greed, a black raven would be perched on her window sill and for each invitation another would come and fly off in the direction of the kingdom or business that the invitation was destined to go. Once all the invites had been sent, Lydia eased back in her chair and drummed her clawed fingers together. Her eyes danced as she thought about the ball and just who would attend. Each would have a reason to come. But Lydia had plans…..oh…grand plans. It would be a night that no one would ever forget.

 

~RB~

 

Moo:  Serin felt wary of Lydia, due to the irony of her position and timing of Mammon’s death. She would not give this away as she nodded, smiling gratefully. The pouch of gold was jingled before being dropped in her hand, as a sign that there was plenty within it. The woman pursed her lips before glancing up at the princess, who was already rising from her throne. Her lips parted, wanting to protest being paid before the deed was done. Now the trio couldn’t wouldn’t get away as easily.

“Maybe we should leave it here,” Oroan muttered after Lydia’s exit. It was quiet enough so that Mariela might not hear. “Taking it would only put a target on us as well.” He stared at her from the side, having to lower his head to make eye contact.

Serin nodded her head after a moment. She turned to Mariela and set the pouch in her hand before taking a step back. “We wouldn’t feel right in taking the gold without catching the thief first.” A brief pause while she smiled reassuringly. “I got a good look at her, but it might be a little tricky. We’ll look for the chalice at any nearby shops as well.”
With that being said, the two were on their way, being led from the throne room back out to the front gate. And from there, they would wander into the courtyard to look for Nami. They did not plan on coming back.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The last of the Ravens had been given the invites to the Masquerade ball much to Lydia’s delight. Seeing them fly off into the skies of hell, the Demoness of Ambition wrapped her arms around herself and smirked a child like grin. Oh, she was always up to something. Plotting and scheming, but she never let anyone on to it. Scar set down the royal seal and then asked of his Mistress; “So…going off to bed then?” That alp didn’t miss a trick. He was hoping she was going to lay down and sleep for that was the time when he could invade her dreams. Not to mention sit upon those ripe breasts of hers. Oh how he loved them. Often when she wasn’t paying attention he was admiring her rounded and ample bosoms that always peeked out of the top of her gowns. She flaunted sexuality and well, if Scar had anything to say about it. Lydia, on the other hand was wise up to Scar’s devilish tricks and rounded on him. “I’m not even tired. Might have an all nighter.” At the mention of this, she stuck out her tongue playfully at the alp, before taking her leave from the room. “Go bother Mariela. See if you can’t get a cuddle with her.” Lydia’s words floated back, and the cheeky Alp grinned, before turning himself into a tiny butterfly – with that odd hat still on it’s head, and went fluttering off after the unsuspecting witch.

Greed : Blacksmith shop

Down the winding stone stair case Lydia went with a light click clack of her shoes. Her gown making a delightful hush like sound against the stone stairs, till at last she came upon the Blacksmith shop. Thankfully, that annoying dwarf was off on an errand, and that left Lydia to her devices. With a cat like walk she entered the room that was to the ceilings high with all manner of weapons, swords, shields, axes and of course one particular suit of armor. Beserker.

Slowly Lydia approached it – walking around the perimeter as her slender digits caressed the outside of the metal suit. The eyes of the skull helm started to flare up to a sight of burning coals. The helm itself following the Demoness’s movements as she was almost being affectionate to it.

“You never did tell me just how Mammon fell.” Lydia purred as she came around to stand before the suit of armor, that tilted its helm down towards his Mistress. A long and slow sound emitted from its mouth grill.

“Swy xdoky ab Qlosw heylpyk tu xaku, uail Werwfyzz.”

(translation : “The blade of Wrath pierced my body, your Highness.”)

“Oh yes…Gabriel’s blade. Poor Mammon. I dare say he was too far gone by then.” Lydia added, her hand reaching up towards the skull helm and then caressing its cheek. At this the suit started to chuckle and loudly.

“Wy kekf’s dyojy qeswais o holsefr zwas. Zofy yfairw sa rejy swy Hlefpyzz o holsefr…rebs.”

(translation : “He didn’t leave without a parting shot. Sane enough to give the Princess a parting…gift.”)

Lydia’s eyes lit up and she even chewed her lip. Her head turned slightly as though eager to hear more about this gift.

“Gift? He hated the woman. Why would he give her something as he was dying?” She asked, now that curiousity had gotten the better of her. Much to her delight, the armor would answer.

“Ef talfefrz derws, swyly qaidk xy o zerws – bal afpy o qatof, o tof qaidk xy ef hdopy.”

(translation : “In mornings light, there would be a sight – for once a woman, a man would be in place.”)

“WHAT? He turned her into a man? A curse? Ahahahaha….really?” Lydia drew back her hand and placed it over her chest as she was in shock by what the armor had just revealed. It was scandalous…and almost too funny to be true. Lydia’s laughter would be infectious and even the armor could not resist as he chuckled along with her – though his voice much deeper.

“Mammon was really keen to see men retain the thrones of Hell, but this…..this is insane. OH…OH..imagine waking up to see a dick when you got to pee. AHAHAHAHAAHA!” Lydia was nearly doubling over in laughter but then she started to right herself as the cogs and wheels started to turn in her mind. If Gabriel had been turned into a man, then surely she would want a quick fix. A way to break the curse. Lydia’s face became almost gleeful at the prospect of being able to right the wrong. But would the price be too high? Again Lydia smiled at the armor and blew a kiss.

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“This ball….is going to be more exciting than even I had dreamed it would be. Ahaha……AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Fade to black……..

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

 

Beserker – SS

 

Scene setting : Greed Castle – Blacksmith shop.

co-written with Dessy.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Lydia had left Mariela to enjoy her new surrounds in the potions lab, to go and check on Mammon and his quest for a good suit of armor and weaponry in case he had to face Gabriel. Down the long spiral stone stairs she went to the very bowels of the castle – past the dungeons and torture chambers till she could hear the striking of a mallet on an anvil. Voices were raising, and Lydia could tell by the distinct sound of the Prince’s voice that he was trying to get the Blacksmith to do his bidding.

“I want…the VERY BEST, Suda. I want a suit of armor that would make me legendary…more so than that fool Belial. Fancy being beheaded by a girl. A girl? It’s supposed to be the PRINCES of hell, not the My Little Princess Pony club of Hell.”Lydia came around the corner, and she could see the Prince pacing, back and forth. His hands were animated, while in the background Warner was taking notes. The sound of Lydia’s footsteps were heard and the Prince came to an abrupt stop and spun around to stare at her, with hands on hips. “I thought you were helping Marie settle in. This is MENS business.”

Lydia giggled and then pawed the air in front of her. “The witch is fine, she is just loving the potion room and all the funky herbs…but away from all that, I want to see you get fitted in your tin can.”

At the Forge, Suda let out a growl of indignation. He didn’t approve of Lydia messing about in the Prince’s affairs, and he certainly didn’t like her in his domain. Lydia grimace to hear the growl and then did a backflip. “Okay okay…armor. So…what is available?” The Prince was just about to ask the same thing, when the old dwarf shuffled over to a large object that was covered with a black cloth. “This…is one of a kind. Created by my pappy, and passed down to me. Not that I would ever use it. Meant for bigguns like the Prince.” This brought a smile to the Prince’s face as he strolled over and waved his hand at the Blacksmith. “Well go on…let’s see.”

Suda sighed, not really wanting to let the Prince have it, but when the Prince decided he wanted something, he usually got it. In one big pull, Suda removed the cloth only to show what was best described as the most elaborate suit of armor that they had ever seen. The Prince walked around it and then poked his head around the side. “What’s it called then?”Mammon figured it had a name.

“Beserker armor. It’s enchanted. Only problem is…if you wear it long enough…you go insane. Makes you go…beserk. Great in a battle..I guess, but too long and you turn into a vegetable.” When Lydia heard this, she thought it was a really bad idea. The Prince didn’t need any help to push him over the slippery slope into madness. But by the look on the Prince’s face…he either wasn’t listening, or he had fallen in love with the suit.

“I’ll take it. Right…I need a sword.”

Warner rolled his eyes and took note of the suit, which two other guards started to dismantle ready to take it upstairs to the Prince’s quarters for later fitting.

With the suit out of the way, the dwarf rubbed his silvery beard and then went over to the area in his workshop where he kept swords. There were many kinds to be had, from katanas to long swords. He went through the many racks till he came to one at the end, and stopped in front of it. He reached in and pulled out a gleaming sword, which when it was removed from its sheath made a horrible screaming sound, like many a soul crying out…weeping.

“A dark elf made this. Called the Soul collector, it captures souls within the metal at the death of your opponent. This one is said to have…about two hundred or so. Tis why it’s so noisy.” The blade gleamed as the dwarf held it up for the Prince’s inspection. With a leather bound handle that was engraved with the markings of it’s creator, it was truly a beautiful weapon. “What else does it do?” He knew there had to be more to it. “Oh…the crying of the souls…is said to make your opponent lose their self confidence and feel the sorrow of the many lost souls trapped in the blade.”

Mammon re-sheathed the sword and then fitted it to his belt. “I think that does it. Good lad, Sudo. I shall send down your payment for these items. Yes, now I feel ready to go pay Gabriel a little visit. What what!..Aha!”

 

The Prince of Greed strode out of the blacksmith shop and headed back up to the main hall, with Warner and Lydia in tow.

“He isn’t actually going to wear that suit over to see her? He’ll go beserk before he even gets there.” Lydia said with a sigh. This wasn’t going to be good.

———

Later that eve, Lydia would go to find Marie and fill her in on just what had gone on with the Prince. Well, tell her as much as she needed to know. Truth be told, Lydia didn’t want any harm to come to the girl, and made it her mission to protect her, come what may.

Finding Marie in the green house where she was looking at various plants, she crept up behind her and squealed;“BOO!…Hehe..so, shall we have a tour then?”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Being able to control Earth and nature made it easy for Mariela to work with the plants and herbs. She kneeled down to inspect them closer, touching them and identifying their name and the things they could be used for. As she touched each one, she could feel the life and felt them happy and healthy – which meant they were taken good care of before she had got here. She hadn’t even finished looking at all the plants when she heard squealing behind her, and it made her jump slightly. She turned around to see Lydia and gave a smile. “A tour sounds nice.” she said, looking at Lydia and waiting for her move first. “What happened with the Prince?” she then asked out of curiosity. She was a curious little thing – which often got her in trouble.