Down the Rabbit hole – The Greed Kingdom : PD.

In the Princess diaries series, we go back to Greed.  The Homecoming was the last chapter, and now the world of imagination and wonder has entered the Kingdom of Greed with disastrous consequences for Mariela and her kin.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Oh what strange things were occurring. The Jabberwocky had not been the only creature to arrive via the mirror. The red and black army was well before the beast but before that, there had been a rolling mist that had seeped and crept its way through the ballroom, and up the stairs. With all the excitement of the arrival of the lighting girl, and the battle that had begun, there was the setting for a wonderful distraction, that had very serious implications. Lavinia had asked if anything strange had been happening at Greed. Little did the new Princess know, that this was only the beginning. Words echoed by Esme, the apprentice to Lavinia and probably the only witch that Mariela could really count on. Pity that Mariela left before getting to speak with Esme further, it may well have served her to have done so.

So many things were happening at once, it was hard to keep track, but if we were to go to Mariela and her ever faithful Scar she had begun to issue orders. First, to a guard. Telling him to throw a shield for the lightning girl to catch and be used as defense against the Jabberwocky, who was now getting seriously pissed off with the little warrior.

“Scar. Go get Alice. Bring her with Tessa and my brothers and make sure they are out of harm’s way. Stay with them and do not enter the ballroom.”

As much as Scar wanted to do her bidding, he couldn’t help but feeling that he should stay by her side. He could just feel that this was not going to end well, and while he wasn’t a great warrior like Miss Zippity Zap with the spear, that he would give his all if he was called to do so. Instead he could only nod in response that he understood what he had to do. Taking a last look at the scene, he ran out of the ballroom, where he was to see Alice talking to a floating cheshire cat’s head…..Yes…a floating head. Scar blinked at the sight, and when he reached Alice’s side, she quickly grabbed his hand.

“The cat knows a place where it is safe for Mariela’s family.”

“That cat? Oh come on!” Scar didn’t trust the beaming feline with his life, let alone that of Mariela’s family. The cat twirled its head around till it was upside down. It didn’t belong in Greed at all, it belonged in Wonderland. “What is that cat doing here anyways?”

“Oh…Hatter, I knew the Jabberwocky was coming for Miss Alice and I came to rescue her. But…I can save you all too. Just follow me.” It said with a cheeky voice. But then, another voice was heard.

“Don’t listen to him! It’s a trap! Follow me, Hatter, Alice….People.” The white rabbit in the waist coat and holding a time piece in his hand looked up at them pleading.

“Time is all over the place. We must hurry. Come…come.” In a trice, the rabbit took off down the hall, hopping this way and that before reaching a door, that suddenly burst open. “In here….this way!” The rabbit bounded inside, and Alice pulled on Scar’s hand. “Then we follow the rabbit.” She blew a raspberry at the cat, who just popped out from sight leaving behind a trail of sparkling dust and a titter of laughter.

As Alice pulled Scar along, he grabbed Tessa’s hand, and urged the boys to link together, to keep them altogether. Once they reached the doorway, Alice was first to go through….then Scar….as each was pulled in, a violent force sucked the three remaining into the room…..and then the door slammed shut!

At that precise moment, the mirror that was in the ballroom, exploded…..sending shattering pieces of glass in all directions. This meant one horrible thing. The Jabberwocky could not be sent back….and others were now lost…..to Wonderland.

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Who was….the White Rabbit?

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(TC – Wonderland : Alice, Scar, Tessa, Sam and Sean)

Down in the armory, Suda was busy working on crafting a new type of battle axe, when he heard the scream of Mariela, singing out for the sword that Mammon last wielded in battle. When she appeared, you could see that she was very much in need of it, for with the roars that were now filtering down from the ballroom, Suda knew that it was time for the Princess of Greed to be prepared for her first real test.

 

The blackened faced dwarf took up a cloth to wipe his hands, and bowed before the Princess, who looked to be in a real hurry. “Nice of you to finally pop down and introduce yourself, your Highness.” this was said with a deep and raspy voice, as he then went to wiggle a finger in his ear, before smacking his lips and musing about where he kept the sword.“Ah yes….Lydia wanted it polished. I have it here.” Turning around he went to a display case and undid the lock, before lifting the glass top. He brought out the most magnificent looking sword you had ever seen. ‘Isn’t she a beaut? Crafted by the dark elves…and carries many souls of those that died in battle. Be careful with it though. It’s call is painful….especially to your enemy.” Suda presented the sword to the Princess with a flourished bow, before standing upright again. “Won’t you be needing armor?” he asked. “A helmet? Maybe a shield?” He had many to chose from, some were even her size. “I took precautions of making you something, just for this sort of occasion.” Walking over to what looked to be something Mariela’s height, Suda whipped off the red velvet cloth to reveal a highly polished silver looking suit, complete with helmet, and gauntlets…boots too.

“Isn’t it splendid?” All she needed to do was try it on.

Up in the ballroom, the Jabberwocky was taking in a deep breath before releasing another blast of the purplish coloured energy at the young warrior. The girl had started to use some funky new power, associated with her viking heritage, or at least that was how it looked. Rising up again to slam the Jabberwocky’s head down to the floor with a sickening crunch, but as she went to flip away, the beast reared and spun 90 degrees, its tail swinging out with full force to knock the electric sprite right off her feet, right as she was shouting at him with all the ferocity of Valhalla. Spinning back the opposite way, it cracked it’s jaw, before it started a tirade of abuse.

“I’m going to make you cook and eat your own BUTTOCKS!” This was of course followed by yet another fiery purple blast, enough to singe her fringe.

~RB~

Kiri:

Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

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Thank God for the help of the Princess and her guards, with one of them throwing a shield at her she reached up and caught it, just in time to fit her arms in the straps as she did so and spin around; catching the full force of the tail as she landed and roared out at him. She was thrown a good several feet, but her intention to piss off the beast definitely worked wonders considering his response. She barely pushed herself up on one knee long enough to take the fiery blast of purple energy on the shield, letting it raze about around her as she growled under her breath. She waited till the exact moment before it stopped, then she dropped the damn shield and stood up in full, giving a cocky little smirk as she raised up one hand and brilliant lightning coursed around her.

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“Oh forget killing you, I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

That was her response to his little tirade, now it was her turn to return the favor in full; switching to her spear, she picked up the shield again and wreathed her body in lightning once more as she charged forwards with a crack of thunder.

“Thundering Dash!”

Within a second she was inches from the beast’s nose, but she didn’t stay there, flashing around him she wreathed the spear itself in a large amount of lightning as she thrust at blinding speeds that were nearly impossible to follow. These would have felt like wasp stings to the beast, but of course they weren’t intended to kill, their real effect would be realized to the Jabberwocky when he was unable to move properly. In fact, once the barrage had ended, the amount of electrical energy that would have been in his body would have made his muscles convulse and seize up to the point he wouldn’t be able to even so much as shift a talon. With her standing in front of him with a slightly… unnerving smile as she decided to speak slowly but surely. Her actions during that moment were creepy too, if you had known anything about the curse at all, you might have thought that those were just her suppressed emotions coming to the fore; in a way those people were right, everyone had an inner sadist, without control of the power that mentality leaked through on occasion… this was one of those times as she dropped her shield and called on her sword instead. Lifting it slightly as she spoke with some very chilling actions that would probably make the guards shiver with chills going down their spines.

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“Well then, time to play.~ How should I break you first?~”

Dessy:
Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Mariela seriously hoped that her brothers and Tessa made it out fine. As well as Alice and Scar. She had no clue that they went into the mirror, or that they were in Wonderland. All she told them was to get to safety. Where they went? She had no clue. But right now, she was in a desperate need to find this sword, and end the Jabberwocky. Hearing Suda talk, Mariela turned her head. “Yeah, yeah. I should’ve introduced myself sooner. But I haven’t had a ten second break since I killed Lydia. Apologies.” she said, looking around again.

Mariela turned to face him and walked over to where he went to a display case. She watched him pull out the sword, before he turned to face her, holding the sword out and giving a bow. Mariela reached out to grab the handle, holding it in her hand and turning it. “Hm.” she said in thought, running her figners over the blade. She turned to face him when he mentioend armor.

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“Armor?” she then asked, before following him where a plate of armor was standing. “That might be useful.” she said. She turned and placed the sword on a nearby table, as well as the stone tablet, before turning back to the dwarf and armor. “Hand it over. I wanna try it on.” she then said. Did this armor have special properties? She didn’t know. But she knew the armor would actually be a bit of a good thing right now. Especially with the Jabberwocky.

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

If it was one thing to be noted about the blacksmith dwarf, it was the pride he took in his creations. Not just able to bend certain metals beyond their normal capabilities and resistance, he was also charmed to generate powers within the metals, or to enforce the wearer’s power therein. Mariela was in a hurry, sure – but she was new to all this side of being a royal and a warrior of heart. She had proved her worth against the likes of Lydia, but done so without the need for special protection. The time had come however for her to step up to the plate and be equipped properly for what dangers lay ahead, namely a rather angry Jabberwocky that was now destroying the newly refurbished ballroom.

“Armor?”

“Aye…armor, the likes that be fitting for a woman of your stature.” It was not like Suda had to do whole sales pitch. Everything he made was for either the reigning monarch or the army which served under them. Loyal to Greed till the end.

“That might be useful.”

Hearing the din coming from above, with the odd tremor and some grit and dust falling from the ceiling due to the fight currently going on, the dwarf rolled his eyes.

“Might? Bloody will, I say.” Suda confirmed, showing the suit to the girl, while she set down the tablet and the sword that she had already been given.

“This suit….is enchanted, M’lady. Think of it as a power booster for your magics. Say…like you inherited Lydia’s fire power, yes? Well, this suit here….this is like an amplifier…the bass to your killer beat.” Suda was emphasizing this with his hands. “When the helmet is fitted on your head, it locks on and engages a protective aura right around you. it lessens the affect of say…a fire attack, and you can still cast your own spells and magic from within. I know witches don’t normally get about like a Knight…but then again, you aren’t no ordinary witch, are ya?” Suda handed over the suit for her to try on, even though time was of the essence.

“Think of this…as an enchanted exoskeleton.” Smiling he offered her the gauntlets. “Heh, any beast will soil himself and turn tail when he gets a load of you, M’lady.”

While the metal appeared to be lightweight, it was incredible strong and flexible, allowing freedom of movement. You could say that this was well ahead of its time. A glorious tribute to the new Princess of Greed.

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Suda folded his arms and waited for the Princess to try the armor on. No doubt she was going to look spectacular.

Meanwhile….in the ballroom.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

Oh that tricky little lightning bitch. She was a girl that was wickedly fast, insanely so. Able to speed her way around the Jabberwocky before he could even turn his head and shower her with more blasts of the same purplish energy. He did however roar loudly in protest when the spear struck him again and again, each time like it was a very sharp electric cattle prod. He was no cow! Dare she treat him with such disrespect. At the end of it, yes he was finding his muscles were seizing and locking, convulsing in pain – oh but this pain fueled the inner fires that burned in a place that she found herself staring into. What gaul to assume that the Jabberwocky relied on size and of course his energy blasts. There was more to this creature than met the eye. A flash and he watched the girl who now proclaimed;

“Well then, time to play.~ How should I break you first?~”

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“After I roast you like a marshmallow, it’ll be me breaking you!” From his eyes there was the glowing fire like embers that burned hotter than the sun. In a trice he fired what was known as a Heat eye beam blast. It was enough to not only char his victims but burn off their skin. The Jabberwocky was a master of this power, and while he was confined in the binding of electrical energy, his eyes were not part of that. The trick to the beam was also that it was able to bend and warp and follow the direction of movement of his target -ie…the cheeky lightning bitch.

~RB~

 

Where to start : The Witches Circle – PD

Showing Oridin through the Elder’s library, Esme would try to help prepare the young Mage for his journey to the lands of Pride.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

So many many books. Oridin was right. His pleasured response and his body language was like that of a child at the fair. Where to start, what to chose? Books of all manners of spells, and incantations, histories of witch craft and lore. Some books that had not done so well to weather the passing of time, as many had cobweb strewn across the spines. Standing in the doorway, as though there was some sort of invisible barrier that kept her out, Esme watched the boy’s antics with a troubled expression. She simply couldn’t help but worry about him. Sure, he had taken her gift even if he didn’t understand the significance of it.

Finally, chewing her bottom lip, Esme stepped into the library properly, and picked up the nearest feather duster, that was leaning against a wall with the broom – both of which looked like they had not been doing their job for years. Raising the duster, Esme began to sweep back the cobwebs with spiders running in all directions. Something that may well frighten a girl with arachnophobia, but Esme was in tune with insects, just as she was with so many other creatures. Nature and its inhabitants were the very things that Esme treasured above everything, and sometimes even her own magical powers. She’d practiced her craft, but there was this side of her that always held back. Maybe it was something deep seated within her psyche.

Revealing more and more books, as she wiped the cobwebs away, the dust was also stirred. Some books actually leapt off the shelves and opened up before the young boy, as if presenting themselves for his perusal. A magical book sometimes has a life of its own. Other books were fastened with locks, for reasons that at this time were unclear.

One book was sitting on the edge of the table, and as Esme passed it, the oddest thing happened. A red like book marker made of ribbon slid out and the book opened like a dog’s mouth panting. A small tassle that hung from the other end of the book wagged like a tail. Such a strange thing to have in the library. It started Esme, who dropped her feather duster in surprise.

If the wrong person was to pick it up….you had to wonder what it would do.

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~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington : ” Where to start ; where to start…. ”

– The male walked around and looked throughout the area for what he was truly looking for . He noticed the books acting of their own will and with that he kept on moving , after some time he’d look back at Esme ; seeing her clean up the area some . However Oridin kept searching about , getting hit by a moving book near him and before he realized it , he thought back on the past on what his Mother attempted to teach him awhile back while he was cursed . A magic spell he had failed to use . –

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Oridin Lexington : ” A long time ago , back in another land I attempted to destroy the curse implanted on me by utilizing the magic of nullification by fusion as odd as it sounds. To learn how to control something ; one must know how it fully works. My Mother is truly a Magic Master , and she created dangerous spells that could change the very essence of a person and others that can change the environment if used . I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper . I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

– Oridin let out a sigh ; knowing fully well if he messed it up again that he’d possibly end up in a worse position if that was ever possible , but as it stood he needed to understand how to attempt it again and research would help him get there. Why did he want to control this magic ? Only he knew why he wanted to do so. Oridin would reach for the feather duster to return to Esme while hoping she had a book somewhere in the library that could help him reach his ends. –

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme took up the book that was acting like some sort of dog and stroked the cover, while she watched Oridin move about the library, as though he was looking for something in particular. The books that had flown from the shelves to reveal themselves slowly closed, one after the other as he walked on by, like…they were also listening to what the young mage was saying. Speaking of a time, long before the two had met and about his mother. Esme stopped to collect her own thoughts, as the memory of her mother was somewhat a blur. Whether it was cause she was so young when her mother died, or perhaps there was something else that blocked her memories – something forced. Setting down the dog like book, which continued to wag its binder tassle, Esme scanned the rows of shelves, when Oridin said that his mother was a magic master. Lavinia could be regarded as such, but perhaps not exactly the same. It was no secret that Lavinia kept books on the dark arts…and these were the ones that had locks upon them. For obvious reasons.

I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper .

The young apprentice’s ears pricked when she heard that there was a reversal spell that was written on paper.

“Do you still have that piece of paper?” She inquired, genuinely intrigued since if he had it, there was a chance that they could try it together…though there was a problem with that and dark magic. Something that Esme had not really explained.

I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

Resistance. These words caused Esme’s eyes to light up.

“The book you need isn’t here and I highly doubt that Lavinia would leave her grimoire out in the open. But I know of another. My mother’s.” A powerful witch in her own time, she had a massive grimoire, that Esme studied from time to time, and even took down spells from it, to work on and make into her own.

“It’s in my room.” Before the boy could speak, Esme left the library and ran back down to her own room, where Esme kept a chest. A chest of belongings that was at the foot of her bed. Kneeling down she reached for the talisman around her neck and uttered a small spell, that saw the lock on the chest open and she was able to lift up the lid on the weathered chest. In beneath baby clothes and other keepsakes, was a bound book….

Desmedora’s grimoire.

Closing the lid of the chest in haste, Esme got back up to her feet with the book held closely to her chest, before feeling a surge of power, that seemed to connect the book to the talisman – a recognition of the two magics. It always happened, like some strange bonding, that Esme never truly understood.

Racing back to the library, Esme found Oridin again where she had left him and with a look of some resignation, she handed over her most prized possession.

“This might help you with your curse. I’d pretty much bet my life on it.”

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~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– The Mage listened to all Esme said and done , leaving his presence to go retrieve something she believed could help him . When she returned Oridin was handed a book , it gave him the feel that it was special or at least held some special value hearing the way she spoke about it . Oridin sighed with relief hearing how full of faith she had in it and smiled whole-heartedly. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

– He bowed with great respect and adoration to his colleague , knowing he was going to speak to Esme about the information about the technique he planned to do so now . As it stood Oridin knew it would be impossible for him to have all that stuff with him after the events that transpired from his transformation ; death and transfer to Hell. With that Oridin would give the information that he could –

Oridin Lexington : ” The notes are back in my kingdom but what I can say is that I remember three words . Create . Crush . Absorb . Embody. I tried my best to remember the entire spell but I realized after all that time I could only remember root words. ”

– Oridin attempted to remember much more but he couldn’t . However he was glad to at least recognize and remember the most important words . The Mage apprentice would put the book in the bag he carried before continuing the conversation. His brains brought back the memory of the incident of where he attempted to utilize the spell without heeding his Mother’s warning. –

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Oridin Lexington : ” The spell is difficult to do if one is not completely in tune with their will. The weak will be consumed by this spell . Like I was before. I didn’t realize it was more difficult to do with a curse on me. Me attempting to use the spell caused the curse itself to mutate and turn me into a Dragon made of darkness , everything beyond that I’ve told you about in the past. ”

– The male walked closer and looked about the library for a brief moment before he allowed Esme to speak if she had something to say in response . –

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme had a lot of faith in the young Mage, though giving him the grimoire was a true test of this belief in him. It was a treasured family heirloom and one that she didn’t even share with her Aunt Lavinia. Seeing his reaction was enough for the young witch. He was respectful and grateful that she passed over such a precious book.

” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

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“I know you will.” Esme said with an air of confidence. She was assured that if anyone should have it, it was him. Was it enough though? Waiting to see what he would do next, she found herself listening to him explain about how the notes for a certain spell were back at the kingdom where he was from. Esme knew little about his past, the times before she had found him, and though she was curious to learn more about her friend, Esme knew that time was marching on. He spoke of a spell but could only recall root words, not the entire speel. Those words held power, but without the entire incantation, they just weren’t enough on their own.

Watching Oridin place the book carefully within his bag, Esme followed him across the room, where he continued on about the spell. Saying how difficult it was and that if one was not completely in tune with their will, it won’t work. Esme let out a small sigh, when Oridin said that he didn’t realize that it was more difficult to do, do to the curse that had befallen him earlier. Maybe this was why he was so keen to seek out more information, and tour the libraries of say the Kingdom of Pride. Esme was now starting to truly understand the importance of this mission.

“I really hope you find what you are looking for out there. Who knows, maybe the answer is waiting for you in the library of that Prince that was here. Can’t hurt to look while you are doing the protection spell.” Esme had not forgotten about the whole ritual and lighting of the blooded candles, though part of her worried all the same. Lavinia’s spells were not for the feint hearted.

Out in the hall, a clock struck one, and it startled the young witch. She was about to say something…something from the heart, when a raven flew in the window. It had a note tied to its leg, and excusing herself, Esme went over to remove the note, while the raven squawked loudly. It was not one of Lavinia’s ravens. Esme could tell by the sheen of colour of the feathers. Unraveling the note, she looked surprised to see who it was from

From the Greed Kingdom to Witches Circle

Mariela to Esme

Princess Mariela of Greed requires your assistance. Apologies for the inconvenience, but if you could please make your way over to Greed castle, it’d be greatly appreciated.

“What could they want with me?” Esme said out loud, before looking back at Oridin with a worried expression. “I’ve been summoned to Greed.” After the Princess’s behavior before Lavinia, Esme had to wonder if she had called for her by mistake. “I don’t understand, I’m not an Elder. Maybe they don’t want to upset Lavinia.” It was a fair call, considering. Knowing that it was best to get a move on, Esme ran over and placed a kiss on Oridin’s cheek. “Hopefully I will be back before you return from Pride. if not…..I wish you well…I really do.”

The young apprentice then hurried out of the library to go and pack a small bag for her trip to Greed.

~RB~

(TC – Esme – Greed)

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington :”Thanks for the support Esme , I’ll do my best. ”

– The Young Apprentice would say to his comrade , he knew he was meant to head off soon and when they both said their pieces a bird came in which was meant for Esme . With that bird giving her specific information about her instructions Oridin would soon to remember he had duties to fulfill , he was meant to leave . soon –

Oridin Lexington : ” I think they need you for something that only you can do . Be careful out there ok ? I’ll be going myself now ; and thank you for the support again. We’ll see each other soon I’m sure.”

– He’d stand there for a few more moments ; seeing Esme off as he sighed gently. Hopefully she’d be safe and out of harms way while at Greed . He couldn’t go along with her due to him being assigned elsewhere.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” Maybe when we get back I’ll muster up the courage to ask. Teleportavimas ! . ”

– In the moment of stating the magic words needed to initiate the transport Oridin would have been warped and sent to the Kingdom of Pride along with the items he had needed to fulfill his duties and the gift he was given by Esme. Oridin hoped for the best and of course a chance to further his research and understanding of the pursuits he’s long since seeked. –

[ TC – Kingdom of Pride ]

A Riddle from a Raven : The Kingdom of Wrath : PD

Just as the Cat Witch Katrina was starting to get comfortable in trying out the newly acquired throne of Wrath, a messenger flies in from Dyre with surprising news.  Following on from “The Kitty is a Bitch”.

Sieg

Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Upon waking up as an undead, one that could actually think for himself and wasn’t moaning about wanting to be alive again and all that jazz, Grey found himself in the grave need to do one thing and one thing only, and it was to give in to those beautiful temptations that life had to offer. And this was indeed one of his favorite ones, in the end none of them were bound to another person to make them feel any guilt if there was any to be felt, they were as free as one could be and they were just enjoying the other, simple, just great, and just as dirty as he liked

So one hand explored, the other pleased, and his bites slowly began climbing up, little by little aiming to get to those lips of hers as he felt how little by little his own urges won over everything else. That bodysuit was great, amazing, but getting in the way nonetheless and he was about to rip it to shreds. The stage was ready, his manhood eager and pushing as in attempt to come out from the pair of jeans and boxers below that kept it trapped…but just as luck may have it a loud sound later someone decided to interrupt

Ugh really?…who let the cookie seller inside?…

He honestly did not wanted to stop mid act, if anything the undead seemed to want to throw this girl out of the window for her interruption. But he knew that Kat would most likely no go on with this so he was forced to move away. His hair seemed to raise a bit when he did as his eyes kept glaring at the girl like if she was an obstacle that he wanted to make explode…honestly…did people even used doors anymore? At least last time he barged into a place he had the kindness of making as much sound as possible to make his presence known. In any case there was no use now, he didn’t wanted to get into a fight cause it would take too long, and quite frankly, he would end up doing something pretty nasty to this girl if he was to get into a fight and even won

I say you install a trap door, many of them…in any case, as for where you are kid, let me give you a clue, everyone here is pretty pissed off, so Wrath is the place

He was not in the mood to give directions, in fact he was in the mood to do something else and unless she wanted to just stand around and become a voyeur he really figured that giving her an answer like this would make her take her leave. If that didn’t worked, well fine, it wouldn’t be the first time that someone like her decided to barge in when he was with his hands busy. So Grey just removed his jacket, tossing it to the ground but taking what seemed to be a piece of folded paper first that he tossed at her before his hand extended towards Kat again, his fingers reaching the back of her ear as he began scratching her there

There, enjoy yourself…now unless you want to stay around and watch the show or join in…away with you

It may have seemed just a way to be rude with her, but he decided to play it in a different manner as he directed a look at Kat, one smirk that gave away that he was going to make her want to be leave the place, right before he turned his head at the girl and smirked at her, saying those words almost like if he actually meant every word he said, at least regarding the join in part. He wasn’t serious, for a while he wanted to have Kat all for himself, so he figured by how she reacted when she saw them doing this that perhaps joining in this activity with the two would make her want to take her leave…at least he expected it. It wouldn’t be the first time things went the opposite way when he said something like that but…last time he said this words and he ended up like that it wasn’t that bad…well true, that vampire girl left him and the other full of bites but…it was worth it

Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
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Ayana had to admit that she hadn’t expected to end up being dropped down in on a situation like this, but could anyone ever truly expect to be dropped down into some random place where everyone is someone you don’t know who the fuck they are? Ayana didn’t think so, in fact she just thought that she was plain unlucky if you really thought about it, it’s not like anyone purposely threw her in here, did they? Ah who cared, time to get the heck out of there. Sure, the man was being a complete, and utter asshole, but she had no wish to deal with this right now; her first concern was taking control of the situation and getting dominance over her own powers. Ignoring the piece of paper, she didn’t exactly need it at the moment, she spun on her heel and marched her little ass right on out of the throne room; but not before she called back with a defiant tone.

“I’m not a child for future reference!”

(TC)

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Katrina’s eyes glowered fiercely at the girl that had interrupted her down time with Grey. Things were just getting heated up, and this…child had to come wandering in, like it was some sideshow ally at the fair. Course, Grey – her new General took it all in his stride, and spoke to the girl with such sarcastic wit, that it gave cause for Katrina to chuckle. Course, when he moved his fingers to toy behind Kat’s ear, she immediately began a deep throated purr. Oh God, did this man know how to use his fingers well on a pussy. So much promise. Her eyes closed as she let herself be swept away by this new pleasurable feeling, till the girl sung out on her departure.

“I’m not a child for future reference!”

“You sure as hell act like one….Tah Tah.” Katrina waved the girl off, with a roll of the eyes, before turning her head ever slowly towards Grey, with a renewed sense of hunger for her General.

“Now…where were we?” A glimmer of lust in her dark eyes becoming apparent, as she practically drank him in. But if she thought that the girl was the last of interruptions to what would be some pretty nasty coupling, she was rudely mistaken. A raven happened to fly right into the throne room from an open gable window and flew around and around in a great circle, before heading to land on the floor, not far from the pair. Normally, ravens from the keep land in the roost at the top of the south tower, this raven had to be lost…unless….

The raven squawked, before a dark mist engulfed its form and it turned into a male, dressed in all black with slicked back hair. He was Lavinia’s raven. A pet or companion on those dark nights. He bowed low before the pair, with much flair and respect.

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“Salutations, Katrina and Sir, I am Bisley, servant of the great Elder Lavinia.”

Katrina instantly sat bolt upright, uncrossing her legs and looking at the servant with wide eyes. She had only just sent off the messages about the change of fortunes at Wrath, and already Lavinia was responding. When last she saw her, was when Lav tossed both Grey and Katrina out of the circle. Yet, here was Bisley, representing Lavinia in the Wrath Kingdom. Katrina had met with Bisley a few times. Something of a tortured soul, who was Lavinia’s eyes in the sky as well as an excellent spy. Knowing this, she had to ask.

“Lavinia got my message then?”

“Aye…and she sends her blessings.”

Looking to Grey, she wondered what her General would make of this. Course, the raven servant was interrupting what was their private time, but news that the Elder was now supporting them as the new head of Wrath – that was pretty big news. One thing was on Katrina’s mind however. She knew that something had happened to Lavinia in that circle. Something that brought about such rage and anger. Was it just from Beel’s disrespect of the Circle, or was there something more?

“How is….Lavinia?” Katrina had been her friend a long time, and was more than aware in her sudden change. Bisley gave away nothing.

“She is as she should be, Katrina. The Elder will see you soon. As you know, there is a disturbance in all things magical….it even affects you.” This was said point of fact, and Bisley’s eyes wandered towards Grey for a moment. Was the bird onto him?

~RB~

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
He did not even bothered to answer to that last statement the girl made, only limit himself to roll his eyes as he seemed amused by her words. Yeah, all the way down here and even up there appearences tended to fool people, you couldn’t just look at someone and make a wild guess without usually being wrong at some point…but that didn’t meant that he couldn’t make a mockery out of her looks right? If you chose to be in the shape of a child, there was a reason, and given what she did he had all the right in the world to mock the small cocoon she hidden into. As to how he knew this, it was easy, despite his anger he noticed the way she tried to refer to Hell, the way she asked…clearly an outsider, a tourist…and like any tourist alone in a foreing place she was bound to suffer if she didn’t learned her way around and soon…but then again why even care what happend to her butt? He had a beautiful witch here demanding his attention, and no way he would let this slide

I was about to make you purr like you never did before

Lust and confidence in equal proportions glinted in the eyes of the Frankenstein creature, decided to have the time of a lifetime with the witch and also princess. He wanted this, and ready or not he was ready to claim as he leaned down and was about to resume his actions when somebody else seemed to have forgotten that there had a door that could be knocked. This time interruption was no other than a raven, seemingly lost on his way until finally something happened, enough to again place a bullet within the mood and cause Grey to just groan again, as he decided to sit down himself, with his legs crossed as he noticed his Kat’s attention shifted so suddenly when this intruder appeared

I’m installing a net on that window…I swear…

Given that Kat focused on this intruder, that turns out that was a messenger of sorts, he decided that he would keep his focus on him too despite his interest was lacking, at the very least, until he heard what he had to said. While at first he seemed a bit shocked by how little the answer took to arrive, something about it made him feel rather curious, even a bit suspicious if you must. In a way it must have come as a shock to this Elder that one of their own kind ascended so quickly into this rank, but at the same time maybe it meant good news for them after all. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t knew the person they referred at least on a good day anyways, but despite any good intentions or friendship she may have shared with the current ruler, one thing was clear…at least politically speaking, it was good for the Witches to have one of their own sitting upon one of the seven thrones…

Well at least having more than one ally is reassuring…but then again…

Sloth seemed to be a friendly towards them, but it was because they needed to shelter under somebody’s wing for the moment to resist the upcoming storm. Without a doubt Gluttony would remain a sworn enemy until Beel lost his head and was sent to oblivion given the need Kat had for revenge…which meant that any friend the prince had would be their enemy now, as well as anyone who felt insulted by a witch holding the throne. And now the witches were on their side apparently…but perhaps because they had a crisis on their own they would require help with…and that thought made the undead sight out as he ran a hand through his hair. They were in a privileged position for the moment, but it wouldn’t last…and then there was this other trouble bothering him, aside from this messenger eyes on him

May I ask what is this disturbance?

The undead knew that perhaps it may have seemed strange that he asked such a thing, or even took interest in the matter. In the end despite magic arts were used to put him back together, the energy that animated his body was from a much different origin, dangerous enough to cause the person that brought him back to have to disappeared in order to avoid persecution from it’s own kind. Still, despite this the curiosity remained there as he looked at the raven that took the shape of a man as he narrowed his eyes a little, deciding to explain his reason to ask. In the end he figured such information would not be revealed to him that easily

Not all of us can feel disturbances like the one your elder knows about, nevertheless, it still affects my kind to a degree

He felt sickened in a way by comparing himself with those drooling corpses that sometimes necromancers and such animated. Undeads without a sense of humor or any kind of joy for still be walking on the ground despite Death having claimed a part of them. True, no soul layed within them but unlike the very few thinking ones like himself he was not consumed by a single emotion or just angsty about the whole deal. He enjoyed the pleasures he did not enjoyed in life, the danger and excitement, and if this disturbance could affect undeads he wanted to know about this. Of course, granting this information remained on the male’s hands right now, something he could easily refuse because maybe very few undeads aside from Grey would care for this, or their fate. Grey to this day couldn’t understand their sadness, nor he cared for it, but this man was not aware of this and what information this one lacked that Grey didn’t, was a blessing, even if it meant that he had to play the “caring” card just to get it

Matt:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Tazuya had no idea why he was coming here. He had assumed that for now their dealings with Wrath were complete, but of course Hikari had insisted coming here. It seemed she had her own plans as to what they needed to be doing. Sloth had no idea as to what was going on with gluttony being the one who had forced the former princess to change bodies, but he felt that a storm was coming. Damn, and he forgot his umbrella.

It did not take them long before they entered into the territory of wrath, and Tazuya already felt tired of being here. Everything seemed red, angry, and looking for a fight. Though any who approached the huge being were instantly caught in his powerful Aura of Sloth, draining any will to fight out of them. There were even some behemoths that tried to come for him, but once they were in about a four yard radius, they stopped, and dropped to the ground with a large thud.

“So can you tell me what we are doing here again?” he asked the girl that rode on his shoulder.

She seemed to be the one wanting to be here. He had not cared where they went, just as long as they did not stay in sloth. The place tended to get a bit stuffy.

Tazuya’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he walked, and his body was ravaged by yet another yawn. This yawn was a strong one, and even caused his right eye to water some, but he simply blinked it away. Now they could see the castle of wrath, and they were approaching fast. Now keep in mind that Sloth, and his kingdom have been dormant for a few millennium, and so most demons these days would not even recognize him as one of the princes.

So as they approached the bridge that let to the doors, the guards on the brick structure prepared themselves to defend the castle. However, they too fell prey to Sloth’s passive ability, and soon dropped their weapons. Deciding instead to take a nap. Some were leaning against the bridge railing, and others were curled into the fetal position. There was even a pair that had ended up spooning… Guess they had some suppressed feelings for each other.

“Hmm.”

Tazuya had simply grunted as he looked out over the sleeping men now. Though he quickly redirected his attention to the huge doors of the castle. They were taller than he was, but they did not seem overly reinforced. Tazuya slowly took one hand from his pocket, and raised it to knock upon the door. When he swung his fist down to knock, he accidentally ut too much force into it, and the instant he touched the door it was blasted off its hinges. The power had sent the door tumbling for a good three feet before it came to a rest just behind a male with feathers in his hair.

Even Tazuya seemed shocked that this had happened.

“Well shit.”

He began to rub the back of his head as he looked at the door, but he did not realize one important factor. The successor to Wrath, and he undead body guard had actually never seen Tazuya when they had come to his kingdom, and so they might view this as a raid by an enemy. They would need to be quick in noticing the small girl on the giant’s shoulder to realize who he was. As they had met Hikari before.

“My bad.” he mumbled as he slipped through the vacant doorway now.

Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
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Hikari figured that Tazuya was just kind of in a thought process of why in the hell was he even there, she never gave much of a good reason for him to go there, only that he should go there. She had her reasons, but the point of the matter was that Hikari thought they should at least pay some courtesy of the matter and visit their new found allies, if they didn’t wasn’t it a bit rude? That may have just been the small Bakeneko in all honesty, but even then it was a bit painfully obvious that she didn’t really have much of a need for the fact that she had been raised a lot differently and was only trying to survive in the end; she was just like everyone else in that respect. As they approached the kingdom, Tazuya kept speaking, but she was kind of silent for the very fact she was staring up at the moon with a quiet gaze, silently wondering at a few things as she continued to learn more and more about her powers through analyzation and thought. Even Hikari, however, had to look down and come to attention with the fact that Tazuya ended up knocking down the door of the Wrath Kingdom, and the very fact he did was a bad thing. Letting out a high pitched giggle, the girl flipped up off of Tazuya, landing between he and Katrina as she gave a little bow and danced around a bit once landing; making it obvious who it was that had gotten here.

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“Nice to see you again, Katrina. Undead sir.”

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Katrina and her General had not been privy to what had occurred after they had vanished from the Witch’s circle except to say that there was a change in the Supreme Elder – Katrina knew that much. Whatever it was though was brought on by a disturbance, the same one that the Raven Bisley spoke of now. Keeping a regal stance, the Raven decided to enlighten the pair, since Grey had been bright enough to ask.

“A shift in the sands of time is making both this world and that of the minds of children alter and change in a way that corrupts some, and brings out a great change in others. It already affected you both, since you never got to where you intended when you took flight from Lavinia’s wrath.” The raven paused then added.“And yet…here you are, a Cat for a new Princess with a crown barely a minute or two old. Then again…what is one hundred years to us, is a few seconds to another. It all depends on where you stand.”

While this information might have seemed almost like a riddle of sorts, it did carry a lot of weight in meaning. There could have been more discussion, however, the grand door to the throne room came crashing down, and lo and behold there were more guests, but these ones they had seen before. The Prince of Sloth himself, who had the young girl perched on his mighty shoulder. As they passed through, the guards of the throne room were nodding off, and dropping their weapons with a resounding clatter. This really was a bad look.

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Bisley turned enough to see who was coming and immediately changed back to the raven – taking flight from the throne room before he too would be caught up in the Prince’s aura of sleep inducement. The servant of Lavinia had seen enough to report back, and had left the new Princess of Wrath with something to chew on….well, thoughts.

Hearing the clatter of her snoozing guards, Katrina threw her hands up.

“No nookie makes for a sookie kitty.” Katrina was starting to wonder if she and her General would ever get quality time. Course, she quickly reigned in her temper, as she remembered that the Prince was an ally to the Kingdom of Wrath.

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Getting up off the throne, she minced down the two small steps and extended her arms in welcome to Hikari.

“Welcome, though I am surprised you came so soon. I’ve barely made an impression on the throne.”

She meant her ass print.

~RB~

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
You magic people just have a love for not speaking clearly, don’t you?

Grey hated with all his might when people spoke in riddles, even if they were simple and even if he managed to understand them he still hated it, for him it just made things a lot more complicated because everytime somebody spoke in this way it meant that there was information they held back, something left untold and to discover…and that meant more work for the undead. And even if normally he would have bared his gun and started popping a few kneecaps to get answers, he refrained from doing this…first because he understood that if anything this disturbance meant an alteration of fate of sorts, a corruption that surely had to be stopped from the source…and as for the other reason…plain and simple? He was about to tear down Kat’s clothes with his teeth just to get his reward! And of course…because of some sick cosmic joke, somebody else decided to drop by just to turn his balls from blue to freaking azure

Oh for the sake of the Four Riders of the Apocalypse…don’t people have better things to do today?

Grey groaned, rubbing his temples as he became more and more moody by the second because he was denied that which he wanted more and more, and the wrost part was that he couldn’t shoot this people’s face off because as it turns out there were their allies. Still, despite this he did not made an effort to look the least bit happy, screw it, if they denied him booty then he had all the right to remain grumpy as he well damn pleased

Grey, that’s the name, and good to see that you guys invited yourself in

One door down, a lot of sleeping guards, and a very grumpy undead that had made a few mental notes. First…get someone to install a nice trap door at the entrance just for those times when he wanted a private moment with cat…the other…a net in the window, and last of all…he sweared in the name of the four riders that he was going to start hanging ties on windows and doors just so people got the idea that right now, all he was really interested was in the feline queen. But of course, he was a general now and had to more or less show some respect towards them, so he sighed, and did his best to sound at least polite

Next time tell us when you guys going to drop by, at least we will have the time to find some wine to enjoy…in fact I wonder where they hide the alcohol here

Matt:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Tazuya yawned as he slipped his hands back into his pockets now. It seemed as though the castle was quite large, enough to be able to fit the prince’s full height with no problem. Good thing too, or Tazuya might have accidentally broken something else as well. The prince was standing at his full height now, but quickly sloutched once more. He hated having good posture.

That was when he noticed the blonde princess moving towards Him, and Hikari. She seemed to be welcoming them, but she also seemed upset about something. Something to do with nookie…. Ah well. Though the undead also said something about barging in.

“I knocked.” Tazuya said, motioning towards the door.

It wasn’t his fault that the damn door couldn’t handle his strength. Oh well. Their fault, or thats how he saw it at least. He then heard something about bringing wine. That reminded him. He was now carrying a bag that he had not had when they had left, but he had picked it up from some poor soul in the barrens of hell. Inside the bag was actually a pretty good vintage of wine. This lead the giant man to pull the bottle from the bag, handing it to the undead.

“Happy?” he asked as he once again returned his hands to his pockets.

After that the man was looking for a place to sit, but it seemed as though none of the chairs were his size. He did not feel like breaking anything else in the kingdom, and so he remained standing. As he stood though he yawned widely, his lethargic aura spreading for the duration of the yawn, but returning to normal as the yawn ended.

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Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
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Hikari gave a small giggle as she watched Katrina throw up her hands upon their entrance, laughing softly with a musical tone at the fact she seemed to be very displeased by the fact that Hikari and Tazuya had arrived, but it seemed that she wasn’t the first according to the words of Grey, as he ended up revealing himself to be. Giving a small nod to Katrina and Grey both, while of course listening politely, she looked around the throne room and almost let out a small whistle at the appearance of it; wondering softly at how long this must have been standing, but of course there is always the possibility that as the Kingdom of Wrath, there was the possibility that it had been knocked down and rebuilt several times over. She might have had to ask Natsu, also once known as Sayaka, at some point or another; but that would have to wait for a bit. Katrina seemed a bit… amusingly surprised at their early visit, and with Tazuya being his usual self, she was finding it a bit amusing herself at this point, for it signalled a bit of an interesting turn in events. As Hikari opened her mouth to respond, she felt a small resounding in her core, for the moment anyway, but she quickly ignored it and put it under the rug, covering up her surprise. Something here was resonating with her, but in a faint way, her soul feeling it calling to the one she was connected to. Perhaps she should make a small communication with her at some point or another. For now, time to focus.

“Well, I had nothing else to do. And he needed to get out for a bit, so here we are. What you said, Grey, is fairly accurate; we had nothing better to do.”

 

The Homecoming – The Kingdom of Greed : PD

Mariela, Scar and her brothers had returned from their visit to the Witches Circle, where things hadn’t exactly gone as well as one would hope.  Leaving the Kingdom virtually unattended, it allowed for the start of new dramas…just as Esme had warned.

 

 

Dessy:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle
It was silent as they headed back to Greed castle – with good reason, most likely. Mariela wasn’t sure what was to happen now after the events at the Witches Circle. Considering she just threatened everyone there, as well as the other kingdoms, it probably wasn’t a good thing. But Mariela was prepared for anything they intend to throw her way. She turned her head to look behind her, seeing Tessa and her brothers following behind. She gave a smile, before turning to look at Scar.

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“Well. Looks like I have made a few enemies…” She spoke, clenching her teeth together and making a bit of a face.“Threatening them probably wasn’t such a great idea. Might have been a mistake, actually.” she said, coming to this realization. “But I guess all royals have to have a few enemies, right?” she then said with a shrug. She gave another smile, before looking forward as they climbed up the steps to the Greed castle, giving a nod to the guards.

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She walked into the castle, the door shutting behind them as she turned to look at everyone else. “Now, I suppose the first thing we should do is check on Alice.” she said, moving her hands up to untie the cloak from her neck. “I don’t know the girl, and being how she came from the mysterious place behind the mirror, I don’t much how much she can be trusted.” she said, now taking the cloak and draping it over her arm. “I know she’s a friend of yours, Scar, and you know more about her then I do. I just… don’t quite know what to think of her yet.” she said, looking at Scar.

She then turned her head to look at Tessa and her brothers. “Second thing is to get you three home.” she said, moving her eyes between the three. “You three have been here long enough, and I don’t want you guys to still be here should anything major happen. So we need to figure out a way to get you three home.” she then said, looking back at Scar. He should have a way, right? She certainly hoped so… “Now. Let’s go find Alice. And hope she didn’t get into any trouble…”she said, turning back around to start walking forward again.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

It wasn’t such a good idea, to have left Alice behind in the castle, while the group had gone off to see the Witches Circle. Alice was from Wonderland, a place of magic and wonder but also some very dark creatures. Having snuck out of her room in the tower, Alice was feeling a little lonely. The young girl had some friends on the other side of the looking glass, and since Hatter and the Princess of Greed had left her to her own devices, Alice decided she was going to use the mirror in order to bring in some much needed companions.

Carefully sneaking down the winding stair case, she kept an eye out, as guards walked past on their rounds, checking that everything was as it should have been. Giggling to herself, the girl in the blue smock dress skipped out when the opportunity was right and made a dash for the ballroom. Recently reconstructed due to the damage that had occurred during the Masked ball. The magical mirror that had been loaned to Lydia by Raul was still hanging in the same place that the gardening staff had left it, and oddly enough a mystical fog was pouring out of it, like a rolling mist. Thinking that this meant the mirror was still somehow connected to Wonderland, Alice clapped her hands gaily, and danced up to the mirror, singing out.

“You can come out now and play!” She bent forward and peered into the mirror, thinking that her side kick – the white rabbit would come bounding out of the glass. Instead however there was the sound of men yelling…their feet pounding on the other side of the mirror, till all of a sudden, a whole deck of soldier playing cards both red and black came flying out. Spears aloft, but they were actually running from something…..something large.

Alice squeaked and fell back as the playing card soldiers leapt over her and ran around the ballroom, trying to assemble into defensive formations. You could see that they were terrified…of something.

“But the Queen of Hearts is dead…..What is wrong with you deck of fools?” Alice cried.

One of the soldiers then pointed as he stuttered.

“You…forgot about….about….the…” He could barely finish the sentence, when there was a god awful roar. The mirror was actually growing in size to accommodate the bulk of the creature….the monster that was making its way through to the Greed ballroom.

“It’s the Jabberwocky!”

~ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!~

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Alice turned around with a horrified expression, her hands coming up to slap against her own cheeks in terror.

“HATTER!!!!!” She screamed as the playing card army all looked up at this most terrible sight.

The creature unfurled each of its wings one at a time, with the tips smashing into the ceiling, before being extended out like massive bat wings. When the wings were unfurled, the elbows came down to the ground, to help the beast to walk forward. Its over sized head had a leathery frill neck that splayed out -with razor sharp teeth that were capable of biting right through skin and bone with ease. it was different to a dragon, but more like a demonic beast with oversized wings. A creature of the purest evil, one that showed no mercy or remorse. It’s pleasure to kill and destroy all in its path.

While Scar had been following along with Mariela, and sadly acknowledging that the whole trip to the Witches Circle had been a mistake, he suddenly heard the terrified screams of Alice, followed by the din of many a soldier. It was only after he heard the mighty roar of the beast….the Jabberwocky, that he knew that Alice was not the only one to have made it through the mirror.

“I think…trouble found her.” Scar cried, as he took hold of Mariela’s hand to run towards the ballroom, and where the newest nightmare to befall Greed had already begun.

~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle
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You know that moment when you leave somewhere only to get lost the moment that you walk out? That just happened to be Ayana at this very moment, she couldn’t really say she was happy about the fact, because she wasn’t, and why would she be anyway, but she was definitely pleased that she hadn’t come across anything that was really… aggravating. Of course, with the fact that she had to leave Asgard because of something so easy to have avoided was annoying and shameful in its own way, but even then she carried on with what task she had been given; taking control of this damned power that was afflicting her now. Ayana thought she was going to stay lost for a while, till… of course… things HAD to go wrong. The Valkyrie gave a jump as she heard that damnable roar, not sure where it came from, but she had been walking towards the large castle nearby and with this happening… oh the Valkyrie really didn’t think it could go much worse; of course she was wrong as always.

“….Well, time to test this. Thundering Dash!”

~A few moments later~

With the sudden sound of thunder roiling through the kingdom, it probably wouldn’t be clear what was happening at the moment, but with the Jabberwocky running rampant inside of the ballroom nothing was truly clear at the moment other than there was trouble; at least to Ayana that’s how it was. She didn’t know what the beast was, nor why it was running rampant, but it was definitely something Ayana would bite; she was a Valkyrie after all, combat was her forte and something she could do without a thought in her head. Slamming through one of the glass windows, the bolt of lightning only lasted a moment as it slammed into the head of the Jabberwocky, slamming it shut as it prepared to roar once again with the Valkyrie becoming visible with a raging amount of lightning on the spear. Flipping off of the creature, she dropped it midair and called on her naginata, swinging it so that the long bladed weapon had its edge pointed towards the ground with bright white lightning trailing behind it.

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“Well then, been a while since I saw a Dreki(Dragon). …Or a type of one anyway.”

Who was she? She must have been insane… maybe… who knew. Perhaps she was just a battle ready maiden. Obviously, it was the latter.

“I may have to release the seal if this is stronger than I’m expecting… expect the unexpected, huh.”

Dessy:
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Mariela was certain that they could get back to the castle in peace, and not have any other problems. Mariela was about done with today, and was ready to greet the new day. A lot has happened today, and it was a wonder how she managed to stay so calm during all of this. You’d expect her to have rage quit by now… but she hasn’t. She was still somewhat calm during it all.

They were walking back to the ballroom, and Mariela was anxious to get her family home and away from all of this. But at the sudden sound of a loud roar, Mariela stopped and turned her head. “What was that?” she asked, but Scar already grabbed her hand and ran towards the ballroom, the trio following behind them. Mariela stopped and widened her eyes, looking up at the big dragon-like creature. She took a great, frustrated sigh, closing her eyes slightly as she did so, before opening them and looking back. “Scar… what on Earth is that?” she then asked.
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Just when Mariela thought things were over… apparently not. Now, she has some giant dragon-creature-thing ruining her ballroom that they just finished rebuilding. She huffed in frustration, and then whipped around to face some guards. “You. Get them three and Alice out of here. Now.” she spoke, pointing for them to lead them out. She then turned to Scar and opened her mouth to speak, before the sound of thunder was heard. Then the sound of shattering glass was heard, and Mariela jumped back when someone seemed to have came from the window.

“I have no idea who that is, but I’ll thank her for the distraction later.” she said. She grabbed Scar’s arm, quickly running, and trying to avoid the shattered glass, to a hallway. “You know this thing better then I do. Is their a weapon or something that can defeat this thing?” she asked urgently. “I don’t know how long that girl can hold it back… but there has to be something.”

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Re: [RP]Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Scar could hardly believe his eyes. The sight of the massive Jabberwocky took him totally by surprise. Sure, he had heard of the legend, that the Red queen kept one as her favorite pet, but he had never been privy to see it either in a cage or in the midst of battle. The fact of the matter was, it had come out of the mirror, just like Alice, and by the looks of it, both the red and black playing card armies. The Princess of Greed, his beloved Mariela was asking what the hell it was…and Scar tried to answer her the best way he knew how.

“More of a nightmare than I.” Never a truer word was said. The creature was the embodiment of evil, and not only did it roar loudly, it also had the ability to speak common. As it opened its mouth, showing off rows and rows of razor sharp teeth, a loud bang occurred – the window just to the right of the beast was smashed inwards by a force that was beyond that of Mother nature. A crack of lightning struck the head of the Jabberwocky with enough force to make it snap its mighty jaws shut.

Blinking at this sudden turn of events, Scar could not help but whisper to Mariela “Did you do that?” But, it was not Mariela that caused the diversion, it was a plucky girl that had appeared, holding a lightning charged spear, and she had just flipped off the Jabberwocky’s own head and landed with gymnast like grace on the floor of the ballroom.

Who was this girl? A maiden of white and blue, that scar had never seen before. She certainly didn’t come through the mirror. The girl was talking, but maybe it was too herself. A battle with a Jabberwocky was not exactly the place to make formal introductions. One thing was clear, she was here to fight the beast of Wonderland, and the Jabberwocky turned its attentions on the dangerous little sprite. It snarled viciously, splaying out its frilly leather like neck to make its head seem even larger than before. It was smarting from the lightning strike, and the low rumble from it’s belly indicated that it was hungry……Hungry for the little blue lady.

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“GET IN MY BELLY!” The Jabberwocky roared as it opened its mouth again, but only this time it released a purple and mauve coloured spray of energy, that crackled and blasted towards the girl with the spear with as much ferocity as her lightning strike had.

With the girl being caught up in the fight with the beast, Scar waved his hands for the nearest guards to get Tessa, Sam and Sean to safety, while Alice was still hiding in behind a large file of playing card soldiers. She was too scared to move away.

Scar was now trying to get Mariela out of the way too, but she wanted to know if they had a weapon in the castle that could defeat such a beast. It took a good minute or two to think of something, till he suddenly had a flash of memory about a sword that he had seen in a glass display case in the blacksmith shop. The shop run by Suda, the dwarf.

“Mammon’s sword! Down in the work shop of Suda…..its all I can think of!” He had to shout to be heard over the roars and terrified screams that echoed throughout the ballroom.

~RB~

Kiri:
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Oh Ayana was not pleased with the current turn of events at all, but she at least was finding a decent time to take control of the current situation with her powers. Which meant it may be a good idea to get the others out of here, but first… precautions had to be taken to prevent something from going wrong once she did unlock the seal; meaning she did one thing. Turning around for a moment she reached into her armor and hurled a stone tablet to Mariela. It was inscribed in two different languages, one was Old Norse, of course, and the other in the common language. The words inscribed were as such: The trickery of Loki undone, the skill of Thor turned to strength, the all seeing eye of the All Father opened; knowing the desire of her heart. By decree of these words, the seal is done, and the Valkyrie shall be forever masked with a power greater than hers.

“That’s a seal to replace the limiter on my true form, you’re going to need it if I use it! Now get the hell out of here, things are about to get really ugly! OI YOU STUPID FOOLS! QUIT LOLLY GAGGING AROUND AND TOSS ME A SHIELD!!!!!!”

That last sentence hurled at the dumb ass cards cowering from the massive dragon while a maiden fought, it was a sight to see in all honesty. They were supposed to be men, and instead they cowered like school girls. Humph. Pitiful.

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Spinning at the Jabberwocky, Ayana’s naginata was already positioned as it became wreathed in brilliant white lightning while she swung straight at the dangerous, roaring beast with his stream of violet flames. With a ferocious battle cry of her own, the girl lashed out at the spray of energy and sliced through it; creating a wall of lightning which took it on as she wreathed her own body in lightning.

“Thundering Dash!”

Shooting into the air with a crack of thunder, Ayana landed on the roof within the second and then called on her halberd with its ax blade, letting herself fall down within a moment as she brought it down with all of her strength; roaring at the top of her lungs with every ounce of ferocity that lay within her being. That beast may have been terrible, but he definitely had a match here in this Valkyrie.

“Thor’s Hammer Blow!”

With the force of the halberd slamming down on the Jabberwocky with enough power to not only slam his mouth shut yet AGAIN, but it also would have slammed his head flat onto the ground while a massive bolt of lightning rained down through the window and slammed into the blade of the pole-arm, making it hammer with even more force that caused the flooring of the ballroom to erupt outwards around she and the Jabberwocky, creating what could have considered a miniature arena.

Should that have connected, she would have again flipped off of the beast while pointing the halberd at the beast, roaring right back at it with all the ferocity of Valhalla.

“Come at me beast! Dragon or not, I will not retreat!!”

Dessy:
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“More of a nightmare than I.” Scar spoke, causing Mariela to sigh in exasperation. She took her hands and ran them down her face. “Oh lord.” she then said. All thoughts were interrupted when the glass from the window shattered, Mariela moving away to avoid getting hit. “No. That wasn’t me.” she said, watching the girl land on the jabberwocky and then flip off. That’s when she had pulled Scar into a nearby hallway.

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Her eyes shifted to the Jabberwocky when it spoke, before looking back at Scar. It talks?! she spoke. She covered her ears at the roaring and screaming, but uncovered them when Scar began speaking of a sword. “The armory.” she said with a nod. Before she could run off she turned her head when the girl spoke. Mariela reached out, catching the tablet in her hand and looking down at it, before looking at the girl when she spoke. “Great. Wonderful.” she said at the mention of a seal, and to get out of there, looking down at the tablet and turning it in her hand. At the mention of needing a shield, Mariela looked at a guard. “You. Throw her a shield. Now.” she ordered.
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She watched the guards remove Tessa and her brother, then turned to look at Scar. “Scar. Go get Alice. Bring her with Tessa and my brothers and make sure they are out of harm’s way. Stay with them and do not enter the ballroom.” she said, looking back up at the Jabberwocky. “I’m gonna go to the armory and get this sword while she’s distracting him.”she said, then without another word she turned on her heel and ran off, making her way down to the armory where Suda, the dwarf, and the supposed sword might be at. “Quickly!” she said over her shoulder as she ran off.

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Opening the door to the armory, Mariela stepped in and eagerly looked around. “Suda!” she called, turning to look around the armroy to see if she can find said sword. “Where’s the sword Mammon carried?” she then asked. “It’s urgent!” she called again, tucking the stone tablet under her arm.

The Kitty is a Bitch – The Kingdom of Wrath : PD

The Cat Witch Katrina, had now taken over the role of Princess of Wrath thanks to a little help from Grey.  The return to the Wrath Kingdom however was one plagued with memories….of what could have been.

Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

 

A castle without light. The home of the former Princess of Wrath was in darkness….the fire had gone out. Snuffed out. Sayaka had so much potential. Katrina knew it, felt it and acted on it. Never did she imagine that leaving her alone at the Hangman’s noose would be the last time she saw her Mistress truly alive. Why? It was so senseless. Leading the one known as Grey to Sloth was a desperate effort on the cat witch’s part to try and save Sayaka. Horrified by witnessing what the body of the former princess had become, Katrina wanted to serve her Mistress to the very end. Little did she realize that this devotion to service would be rewarded in the most spectacular fashion possible. Completely unexpected. Not even the Elders could have imagined that the cheeky cat witch would be the new head of Wrath. Before the newly found powers hit her, the cat witch was genuinely afraid. Oh she had powers of her own, but she had never been anything great. Nothing like Lavinia or even Marguerite. Katrina never begged to be made an elder, she just assumed that when the time was right, when she had proved her worth to the council that she would be elevated.

Katrina took the long road home to Wrath. Along the way she could not help but stew about what had become of Sayaka. What the hell was the point of having a Kingdom when there was no one to back her up? She had an army for God’s sake. SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE VERY SYMBOL OF WAR AND DESTRUCTION. With the newly acquired powers now coursing through her veins, the cat witch come Princess was going to make sure that those who wronged Sayaka paid the price….and those that failed to guard her were made aware of there inadequacy.

On the bridge that crossed the black river, the sides were lined with soldiers. Armed warriors that stood true. They knew of Katrina, but not of the change in rule. With Grey at her side, Katrina walked with a prominent strut – keeping her eyes focused upon the grand oak doors that lay ahead. The General of the Wrath army was waiting, and confused as he did not see Sayaka.

“Miss Katrina…where is her highness?”

Really? The General had no clue at all. In her wake, a large gathering of cats of all sizes, right up to hell cats and cougars were on the march. Change was coming and it would affect all. There was a new look in Katrina’s eyes…ones that no one would have ever seen before. Like glowing embers that stared out and shone as she chose her moment to answer the General’s question.

“Right here.” Katrina raised her hand as the gates suddenly started to open for her, as if by magic. The banners that carried Sayaka’s emblem burned away and a new symbol appeared. One by one torches burst into life, as Katrina went to walk past the General, who couldn’t seem to grasp what was happening.

“Where is Sayaka?’ So many questions. It was enough to make Katrina stop, but she didn’t look back. Instead, her tail whipped out and wrapped around the General’s neck. Prong like spikes that were razor sharp appeared and sunk into the General’s neck. “The same place you’re going…” With a hard pull, Katrina’s tail ripped back and tore the General’s head right from his shoulders. For a moment the body stood there, before collapsing to its knees. Blood pouring out all over the ground in a crimson pool. His life force spent.

“Next time someone asks a stupid question..they.lose their head.” Flicking the blood and skin off her tail, she then turned her head towards Grey and purred.

“Kitty is going to need a new General. Fancy that position, or would you rather one….right underneath me?’ With cat like grace she moved in front of Grey and then licked his cheek slowly with her tongue. “Mmmm…creamy. Never knew the undead was so….tasty.” The pink of her tongue remained caught between her teeth, before Katrina continued on her way inside. The castle was in for a new look….and a new feel. Cats are creatures of comfort, and Katrina planned on making this place very comfortable indeed.

With servants rushing in to see the arrival of Katrina, they all bowed as she assumed the role of the new head of Wrath.
She snapped her fingers and made her first order of business.

‘Send out ravens to all the Kingdoms…except Gluttony. Oh…and make sure one goes to the Witches circle…and the Embassy. Heh….hell, why not even send one to the Blacks. I can’t wait to see Marg’s face. Tell them all…that Katrina of Dyre is the new Princess of Wrath. It was Sayaka’s final wish. I will make her proud.”

One of the raven handlers bowed as he took down the message to be sent, and hurried away. Happy with that she moved on towards the throne room, and was cast back in memory when she first appeared there. She remembers it so vividly. Walking slowly up to the gilded throne, she dragged her claws along the arm of the chair, before whispering.

“I will avenge you, my sweet Sayaka….Make no mistake of that.”

Glancing back at Grey, Katrina suddenly smiled.

“You are owed payment for services. What’s your price?” The new Cat witch lounged upon the throne and swung her leg, one over the other as she slowly started to unzip the front of her catsuit to reveal the rounded mounds of her breasts, peeking shy of the black leather. Her head was tilted with her golden locks tumbling off her shoulder.

~RB~

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Despite the new resolve the new Princess carried, in the depths of his mind Grey couldn’t help it but to see this more as some sort of punishment rather than a reward from Sayaka, the former owner of this lands. She just took off the crown and placed it upon Katrina, who didn’t just took it gladly but who seemed suddenly energized by the confidence she was in each step the feline take, in each movement of her hips that he admitted to have been paying a lot of attention to, everything about her gave away two things, one was that seemed to be feeling like the very owner of this place cause surprise surprise, she was, and the other? She gave away so much confidence that you could drown on it. But truth to be told Grey couldn’t shake the feeling that she got used like some sort of scapegoat…Sayaka wanted out and here was cute and loyal Katrina…who would bow down to her mistress every wish and who just did by taking her place. Yeah…if she wasn’t careful she would pass from ruler to ruled over in little time…but hey…that’s what he was here for right?

He followed her, a smirk placed upon his lips all the time as it became hard for him to take his eyes off her and for a good reason. Her sudden change of attitude maybe would be temporal, like if the power forced upon her got her drunk and that explained the sudden confidence but to hell if that was the case, he liked this and the idea of even sharing a long night of passion with her became the more charming each step he took by her side, heck, even he liked the way she just dealt with that General. The second?…well…he had plans of his own and sadly for the little beautiful feline…she was going to get involved at some point, but for now, why worry about that? In fact, after that moment when she gave him that enjoyable lick and made that offer…why the heck worry at all?

And why not both Kitty Kat?…that way I could be around whenever you…needed me…

If he was a feline he would have purred, but instead he smirked as his fingertips touched her tails before they moved forward, with him following after with that smirk still painted on his face as he witnessed alongside her the looks the throne room beared. Comfortable and with a sight touch of elegance, worthy of the feline ruler who seemed focused on making the most of her little promotion. He would again have felt a bit sorry, if it wasn’t for the fact that her attention shifted to him and his, on the creamy skin below the suit she was unzipping. Boy…screw his rule about no witches…he wasn’t going to miss this not even if the world ended right now

Well…how does becoming your new General sounds? You are going to need one but that wouldn’t be enough, now would it?

He walked closer towards her, a sightly dark smile painted on his lips that wasn’t there to threaten, but to give away a single fact. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor, he wasn’t a gentleman and she might as well knew it by now…he was something closer to a beast, if she lowered her guard he would give them both pleasure…but he wouldn’t be kind, he never was anyways…still why would she want him to treat her like a porcelain doll? So he closed up to her, one hand against the throne as he leaned over, with his finger trailing down from her neck, just enjoying the sensation of her skin as it almost seemed like if he had electricity in that finger, not the unpleasant kind of course…something that…would make the hairs from the back of your neck stand and give you an strange sensation inside. He stopped his finger around her stomach, as it was his palm what touched her as he began moving it a bit higher while he moved lower, with his lips whispering against her ear

Maybe we could work something else to pay me for the rest…don’t you think Kitten?

He leaned in, with his mouth biting her neck but not that harshly as his hand decided to explore the skin below the suit, cupping her breast, making pressure with his hand and then releasing…just merely feeling it as she might have noticed that the same sensation his finger gave away, so did his whole body. Who said chaos was only meant to break stuff? In the end it could so easily be used to give a little extra pleasure, just like now. Of course what he honestly would have desired was that she wasn’t the ruler…who knows…if she had met him at a bar or a place around those lines and even pulled half of what she pulled off now he might have just taken her on spot, in fact he was holding back just a little bit, just for the moment…but who knows, if things have been different…if Sayaka had not been saved in Sloth…he might have just done that eventually. But for the moment he wanted to remain sightly tamed…and the moment she gave any signs of wanting to go further…well…she would see for herself anyways in a few moments

Kiri:
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The Destination of the Fallen.In the light of the moon, her hair glowed a radiant silver, its blondish hue all but gone from the white radiance of the moon which shone down on the young looking girl who walked through the place known as Asgard, home of the Gods. The girl was ashamed of herself for what had happened, being tricked because of naivety and loyalty; though she was not ashamed of the loyalty, she only felt shame for the naivety that she had allowed to control her thoughts and open the way for Loki, God of Trickery, to fool her into falling for such a trick. She headed for the Bifrost, the rainbow bridge which connected this world to that of the others; through this she would head to the place known as Helheim, better known as Hell. As was the decree of Odin, for her to learn to control such a powerful thing, she had to go to the place which was filled with malicious beings and was forbade to return until she could do just that; control that power. Still remembering his words, the Valkyrie lowered her head, hiding her eyes in a deep shadow which was grim and sorrowful, recalling those words with shame.

Odin: “You, Ayana Hashimoto, however devoted you have always been, are henceforth sentenced to reside in Helheim, home of the dead, until such a time as you can control the power that you have brought upon yourself. I forbade your return until such a time you have proven to be able to control it, and should you learn to control it and decide to continue your residence of that place; then perhaps you will prove yourself worthy to be given a new reward, until that time you are to leave this place.”

Ayana, as was the Valkyrie’s name, could not deny what had happened was of her own fault, for her naivety had allowed her to put herself in that situation without any hesitation other than the initial caution. She would not make an excuse on her honor either, she refused to make an excuse; examples could have been anything, with the most obvious being the classic: “But I was tricked, it isn’t my fault!” In her personal opinion, Ayana refused to give up her honor for that kind of ludicrous reasoning; it was foolish and reduced you to nothing but a slithering snake to her. Ayana continued walking in silence for a good while, taking her time as she didn’t feel a need to hurry out of there… she didn’t want to hurry out of the home that she had known for so long, the place where she grew up and trained; the place which she loved with all of her heart.

As the girl reached the Bifrost, she didn’t speed up nor did she slow down, she was lost within her thoughts with too much shame weighing in on her that she didn’t notice the presence of any other; including that of the great God of Thunder himself, Thor. It wasn’t until she had passed him and he cleared his throat at her that she stopped and turned around with an apologetically inquisitive gaze, speaking with a soft voice.

Ayana: “Oh.. I apologize my Lord, is there something that you needed?”

Thor: “I would like to apologize for the sentence that has been thrust upon due to the pranks of my brother… and also would like to reward you for the time you did spend here, devoted to your allegiance to us, the Guardians of Asgard. This Ring of Firebolts is imbued with part of my power, my Divine Lightning. Take it.”

At that, Thor threw the ring to Ayana, whom caught it in her hand with a bow of thanks; perhaps she didn’t deserve it, but she respected the Gods enough that she would not merely toss away a gift from one of them, even if she understood that he wasn’t just rewarding her, but was also showing her a bit of sympathy… something he was famous for. This was not the end, but these would be… her Last Goodbyes. The next time she returned here, never again would she say goodbye, she would say that she was home; that she would be back soon. Taking on a more humane appearance, one of short stature and with long black hair, the Valkyrie headed straight for the end of the Bifrost, prepared to face her fate with a fiery heart once again.

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This is her Last Goodbye, she has sworn to return.

~Next thing we knew~

CRASH! And there was the noise, the sound of a loud boom of thunder and what was seeming to be a blast of lightning, a bright flash and a smoking crater left in the center of the throne room not far from the duo who were… well things were getting a little heated so to speak, with the girl who looked like she could be in anywhere from middle school to being a really short and immature, physically, high school girl. She was busy fitting the ring she had been given onto her finger, which caused a small discharge of gold lightning to spark around her as it assimilated itself into her system. Then… of course, then she had to look up and see the scene before her, causing her to jerk back with a drop of sweat appearing at the side of her face and shock becoming clear there as well.

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“I.. I’m sorry for barging in, may I ask where I am in Helheim? Ahem, I mean Hell.”

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Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

No pussy could resist a good stroking, especially not Katrina. After all the drama, the death of her Mistress and then finding the crown of Wrath falling squarely on her head, she just wanted to relax and let Grey’s wandering hand and teasing digits take her to a higher cloud. Such electricity was working between them, and Katrina arched her back slightly so that the sweet mound of flesh that he had cupped would be pushed further into his hand. Such attentions were more than enough for payment. She was a creature that adored being handled, if the male had what it took to please her. By the way he bit at her neck and strummed her flesh, it was something she could get used too. Katrina had no idea of whatever his motivations were. For now it simply let the whole weight of responsibility for this kingdom ease to the back of her mind and she curled her tail around his waist eagerly.

Remember that he was more than happy to be her General, she would of course make the promotion known, so that if it came to pass that they were to be on the receiving end of an attack from one of the other Kingdoms – namely Gluttony, that he would be listened to without question.

Purring now, with her eyes closed; there was a bright burst of lightning with a terrible follow up roar and boom. For a moment, Katrina thought that she had experienced a taste of how he was to rock her body. It wasn’t until she heard a nervous voice, stuttering about barging in, and clearly having no idea where she was.

Opening her eyes, Katrina remained in her lounged pose, even with Grey’s hand still firmly clasped to her bosom.

“Seriously? Do you even know what a door is?” Katrina’s tail wound around Grey tighter, as though she was making a statement that he was her play thing. “General?” her face turning to that of Grey. A little pout coming to her lips, since he was doing all the right things. “Deal with the child, then come back and finish our negotiations.” Releasing her tail hold on Grey, Katrina sat up slightly and zipped her fight suit up enough so that she was not so revealing.

“I’ve heard of being cock blocked…but this pussy does not like being blocked.”

Folding her arms, she waited to see the exchange between Grey and the intruder. It dawned on Katrina, that if this slip of a girl could enter the Kingdom without knocking, that others would be able to do the same. “I might need to contact Lavinia. Either that or a pest control for nosy children.”

~RB~

The Witches Circle – Blood Magic : PD

 

Following on from “Just the beginning” – The Witches Circle series.

 

Fudo:
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Oridin Lexington:” I see. So what does that entitle for us all ?”

– Oridin had kept quiet the entire time , hearing more and more that has been said it was implied Greed and Gluttony are not on the same boat when it came to understandings and the Apprentice realized this must mean that they had to be enemies possibly. These were all theories however, as the apprentice did not know who these people were or anything and was only going by the context that was given. He walked closer to Esme before looking around at the more empty space since more and more have them left and now leaving barely anyone in this area . Oridin would then ask her where they should go now , since there seemed to be nothing for them out here at this point in time. –

Oridin Lexington:” So where should we go next ? ”

Tory:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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In the middle of the circle a sudden burst of light spread out and was followed with the second half of the prince’s shrill scream of pain and when the light dissipated and lighting returned to normal, Astaroth was kneeling in the middle rubbing his temples and cursing all that is holy. Especially archangels and their barriers of no-leaving-for-you-mister. After about five seconds or so he stood up and looked around. He could feel there there was no shred of his powers in this golem, an uncomfortable feeling that left him on edge. He wouldn’t be able to protect himself at all, although perhaps he could just remove the crown and be fine.
He saw two people and bowed towards them as their attention would surely be on someone that appeared as suddenly and extravagantly as he had. If it had been up to him though, he would’ve arrived without screaming in pain and blasting out light. He was hoping he’d brought a little bit of his seal with him and thus weakened it. He had suspicions that were not the case though. That would simply be far too convenient.
I do apologise for this horrid entrance. I would’ve chosen something less bright and soundless, but such is not my luck.” he smiled sweetly at the two. “My name is Astaroth and I hold the current title of Pride.” he bowed deeply this time. “I wish to speak with your elder, if that is alright?” he kept it short for the clock continued ticking and Salem had said he wouldn’t be able to keep the golem up for too long. Astaroth hoped the kid wasn’t exerting himself too much. He would feel horrible if Salem would use up too much of his powers when Astaroth really could’ve just sent a raven. All he could do now though, was his best at explaining his situation to whoever wanted to help and make it appealing enough for them to actually try and break the barrier.

 Dessy:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
“Do you even know why the Prince of Gluttony sought a new arm in the first place?”Shamus spoke, and Mariela raised an eyebrow. “No.” she said simply, and left it at that. Shamus then started speaking about Mammon, and Mariela’s eyes narrowed. “I am not like Mammon, nor will I ever be. I can’t be held responsible for the destruction he or Lydia have caused. That’s not my doing, and if it was up to me, whatever destruction they caused would’ve never happened.” she spoke, shaking her head as she talked. Shamus was then stopped by Lavinia, and she moved her gaze to look back up at the Elder.

She moved her eyes to watch Shamus leave, before looking up at Lavinia. “I appreciate the offer, but I made the mistake in trusting the wrong people before. I’m not making that mistake again.” she then said. She turned to glance at her family behind her when Lavinia spoke, before looking back at her with a curious expression, watching the Elder witch walk off with narrowed eyes.

“You were right about the heart. It’s not yours that is needed, but that does not mean that you are out of danger. This….is only the beginning.”

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Another voice spoke, and Mariela turned to look at her. ‘I never said I wasn’t out of danger.” she spoke. “I know fully well the amount of danger I could be in, but I’m not at all worried.” she said afterwards. She turned her head to look back in the direction the other witches had walked to before speaking again. “As much as I appreciate your Elder’s offer, I’ve trusted the wrong people too many times.” she said, looking back at the girl. “One of those times lead to my death.”she then said. “Until I’m proven that all of them can be trusted, I’m not taking any chances.” she then spoke after.

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Mariela heard a scream of pain, and then saw a flash of bright light. She immediately turned her head to the source, taking a few steps back as the person appeared. She gave a small curtsy when he bowed, before turning to look back at Esme.“I think I’ll take my leave now. Give your Elder my apologies.” she then said, nodding her head in farewell before turning and motioning for Scar and her family to follow her, before exiting the Witches Circle. Did she make a mistake? Maybe. She didn’t know. But everyone makes mistakes, and everyone has to deal with the consequences. Was Mariela worried? Not really. Good always wins.

(TC? Maybe?)

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
Witches Circle

Scar hated being right. He knew from the start that going to the Witches circle was a bad idea. He didn’t trust the Elders at all, and the news that another Princess may possibly have been killed in their sacred grounds meant that the likes of the new Princess of Greed being there – she’s have no protection anyways. The alp however was proud of his Mistress. She handled herself with a sense of pride and dedication to the protection of her family, no matter who was making threats with them. She bluntly told them all, she would kill anyone that tried to harm them. So much passion in her voice, that tears welled in Scar’s eyes. She was nothing like Lydia, and he thanked the maker for that fact. Mariela didn’t need these beings protection. He and her family would be that circle of trust…their bonds already proved over and over. In the maze, and back at the castle. Mariela had been burnt by those she trusted. She swore never again to take that chance.

“I think I’ll take my leave now. Give your Elder my apologies.”

Scar stood by her side and bowed politely before Esme and Oridin. “It’s time we went home.” The alp was already making plans on how to help get Mariela’s family home. He didn’t need the Elders to do what he had already done before. But at least now, Mariela had seen what witches and warlocks – the Elders were like. Looking back at Tessa, Sam and Sean, Scar motioned with his head that they start to leave the area. They had a long walk home.

In the forest edge a dark shadow hovered and there was a distinct chuckle that watched the scene playing out before him. So this…was the new Princess of Greed. Pretty. He thought to himself. Watching them depart, Marcus fell back into the shadows. He would make his move….when they were least expecting it. Here, at the Witches circle, there were the ancients that were sure to start whispering their annoyance. Marcus was not about to let that happen.

(TC – Marcus – Scar to Greed Kingdom)

Now that the Princess of Greed and her party had left, there was a great explosion of light from the center of the circle. It seemed that the royals of Hell were continuing to visit the Witches circle. Perhaps news of Gluttony’s murderous spree was starting to filter out to the other realms and more were coming to protect their own interests. Oridin asked where they were off to now. With the newest arrival, Esme knew that they weren’t going anywhere just yet. The apprentice served Lavinia no matter where she was in Dyre.

“I do apologize for this horrid entrance. I would’ve chosen something less bright and soundless, but such is not my luck.”

Fireworks and a light show. It had to be a royal. Esme offered a sideways glance at Oridin as she returned to hear the rest of the introduction.

“My name is Astaroth and I hold the current title of Pride.”

“Pride?!” Esme’s sudden cry of the Prince’s name showed that she was now deeply shocked that the one that Shamus had mentioned was now standing in the Witches circle. Did this…Astaroth know about Gluttony? The introduction showed nothing but good manners, and no real fret or worry. You could see the blood run from Esme’s face, and she stood awkwardly, her eyes darting around to see if the great Glutton would suddenly return unannounced, even though Lavinia had used a banishing spell that meant he could not return.

“I wish to speak with your elder, if that is alright?”

“You mean, Lavinia. She uhm….she’s this way.” With a sinking feeling in her own heart, she turned and gestured for the embodiment of Astaroth to follow. “Lavinia was here, but she left the circle.”

If Astaroth and Oridin followed, Esme would take them deep into the forest. Normally she would lead them straight to the cottage, but from the feeling of magical power, Lavinia had taken a different direction. Heading to a much darker place, where there was a special clearing. Within it stood an ancient tree that was devoid of leaves and flowers. There were no animals except for the raven which sat upon her shoulder. There was a great chair fashioned from the twisted roots that had come up from under the ground. Lavinia was sitting in this chair, meditating. Only when the trio entered the clearing did she open her eyes.

Esme bowed as she approached, with Lavinia staring down at her with a look of disdain.

“I have a guest that wishes to be granted audience….my Queen. It’s…Astaroth…the Prince of….”

Before she could finish, Lavinia bore a great smile and watched Astaroth approach.

“Ah yes….the Heart. Such a proud heart. One that beats so fiercely. It’s a wonder that it is still in your chest, but don’t worry, the Gluttonous one can not enter Dyre….I sent him packing.”

No doubt this was going to bring a series of questions from Astaroth, who knew nothing of the plots of the Prince of Gluttony. If he did feel threatened however, it came from the realms, not the Witches Circle.

“I know you….I walked with you once upon a dream.” Lavinia seemed to be enjoying this now, smiling over at Oridin and then saying to the young mage. “You may well be leaving us to go to a Castle that lay in the center of a lake.” The Elder spoke of the Kingdom of Pride, but that of course all hinged on what Astaroth said next.

~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
Witches Circle

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– Oridin bowed his head in return to the male that had done so to him ; being awkward about the whole ordeal and not knowing who they were personally or their importance and had only done so out of respect . When seeing the Prince of Pride announce himself Oridin felt quite shocked as to how many royals had appeared here today. It had to have been at least 4 . He didn’t know what to say next ; in fact , he couldn’t find any words to leave his mouth at this time but instead respectfully bowed to the male known as Pride as he spoke to them , he allowed Esme to speak for him as he couldn’t find anything to say so he walked simply as a mute with her to where she was bringing Pride . He didn’t want her to go alone , he didn’t have anything to do also and wishing to know more about the Elders is one of the things Oridin wished to do . He wanted to more closely get in touch with the art of magic and get much more close to how it should be wielded and how to do so efficiently . His mind hovered around the thought of how to introduce himself when reaching the Elder ; finding himself in face of Lavinia upon reaching her domain which was quite grim in nature and held solely but a chair and the tree that it was near ; Oridin can only assume the Elder was quite spiritual and he bowed in respect when she spoke to the group and then seemed to have spoken to Oridin about going to a Castle in which Oridin’s behavior broke its structure as his response came . –

Oridin Lexington : ” C-Castle ? I’m going where ? ”

– Oridin’s eyes seemed to have showed the sensation of fear, however it wasn’t the typical being afraid of something but in truth it was him being uneasy about going somewhere where he hasn’t been , a place truly foreign to him . Oridin had gotten use to this realm , and as scary as it sounded he sighed thinking about what may happen when he’s gotten there . He tilted his head down and stared at the ground before taking in a deep breath to say –

Oridin Lexington : ” Wherever it may be , I’ll go if that is the will of the Elders. ”

– There may be some good in going to another land , as it may teach him more about the world as well as expanding his knowledge . He could always use more , more to learn and the more things he could find out while being in the realms beyond the Witches Circle . His fear slowly faded into inquisitive bliss . He felt as if he could really do it. –

Tory:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Lavinia’s Domain

Astaroth jumped as his title was suddenly cried out. He had been out of the game for several centuries, if not a few milennia. Appearing nowhere, never sending messages and really just not contacting the world outside of his prison. Such a reaction was to be expected, however, it still surprised him. It was almost rude. He did forgive though as it was justified. Anyone would be surprised to see a man that had probably become a story in his time away. A myth, maybe. Or perhaps that was just Astaroth’s wishing.
Just as the girl had cried out, the boy beside her bowed. Perhaps he held a higher rank than the girl and thus had better manners?
He bowed to the girl again before following her. He caught up quickly so that he’d walk just a little bit behind the two. He was being lead somewhere, walking beside them would be useless and he’d just seem awkward whenever he’d take a step in a different direction than where they were heading. So behind it was. Walking behind also gave him a chance to take in the sight of the forest. There were no forests on his island and he so missed the free nature. All he had was a garden with herbs, a few flowers and an apple tree. It was nothing fancy, but he was fond of it. It provided solace from everything, because despite his lack of appearances he did have duties as a prince as every other prince should have.
Much to Astaroth’s displeasure, the girl stopped in a small clearing with a dead tree. Dead trees of course had their appeal, but Astaroth preferred them alive. This particular dead tree should most likely be considered the elder witch’s throne, he guessed.
He carefully stepped passed the boy and girl when the witch smiled at him and bowed deeply.
I thank you, Elder.” he had been hoping it was something else, but his heart was certainly worthy of this blasted pain in his gut and now chest. “I had no idea it would be Gluttony. Now I’ll be able to prepare properly knowing who to expect.” his lack of questions perhaps came as a surprise, but he’d already known that he were likely to be attacked. Although he did have one question. Why his heart? But that would be a question saved for later for the elder spoke again.
Oh? I do hope I didn’t embarrass myself.” he smirked. “I hope I can take it that you know why I’m here then?” he looked towards the boy with a friendly smile when she spoke to him. Perhaps he was an expert on barriers with extensive knowledge of angelic ones. That would certainly make Astaroth more than willing to invite him to his home.

Razorbackwriter:

The Witches Circle.

Watching Esme, Oridin and the visitor – a golem of Astaroth approach the dead tree throne, Lavinia adjusted her posture so she was sitting more regally upon her knotted wood seat. Another raven happened to swoop down from the skies and landed just on the edge of the throne, bowing graciously with its wings spreading before the Supreme Elder. A note was tied to its leg, and while she could hear the one known as Astaroth give thanks for allowing this meeting and also the revelation about Gluttony, Lavinia untied the note and read the contents that were written in a familiar script. The Queen of witches could not hold back the laughter that bubbled up from the very pit of her stomach.

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How odd. There were now two witches that held thrones of the seven kingdoms. Katrina had somehow managed to get the crown from the Princess Sayaka. It was completely unexpected, but there was a silver lining to this latest development. Folding the note, she tucked it into her dress, before returning her attention with a much more somber expression, when Astaroth had mentioned that he had no idea that Gluttony was after him, nor why.

“Now I’ll be able to prepare properly knowing who to expect.”

This statement brought a surprised look from Lavinia. Preparing for the onslaught of a demon Prince like Gluttony was going to be no easy feat, especially with the current upsets that were being caused by the time piece. Astaroth had not been present when the Lord Gluttony had, and missed the change in the Queen of witches herself, from the disruption in magic and time.

“You might have trouble expecting the unexpected.” By this, Lavinia meant that nothing was set in stone. “You see, there has been a shift in powers to many creatures both magical and not. This is more than some simple quest for power. For you see, there is a power that Gluttony cannot control – though he may fail to understand what that is.”

Rising up from her throne, she slowly walked down each step till she was on level ground and was standing before the gathering.

“You suspect I know why you are here.” Lavinia paused and then nodded to both ravens to take flight, before returning her attention to Astaroth. “A deal was done with a Prince who now wears a specific piece known as the right hand of doom.” The Dark one had explained to Lav earlier about what the consequence of this was, and that in order for Gluttony to keep the hand, he must bring a trophy that was worthy.

“The pain you suffer from. The stomach pains, the headaches. Your bodies way of letting you know that you are in danger. A sense that…serves you well.” It had, since the quest for answers to his ailment had brought him to the Witches circle, rather than going to a simple medicine professional.

“The heart that beats so strongly within you, is one of great power. The one that holds that heart in his hand….gets control of not just the heart’s owner…..but everything and more. A proud heart is akin to the heart of the Great Lion.:” If Astaroth was paying attention and closely, he might realize the severity of danger that he was in.

“You have one good thing on your side, aside from those that are honored to serve you till death. There is a time limit on acquiring the heart as the trade. You have six days remaining. I suggest, you return to your kingdom, but….before you do I shall give you a gift.”

This was when she looked to Oridin. The young apprentice mage that had been keeping close to Esme during this meeting, but eager to learn more about the path he was to take.

Lavinia went to a tree that had a large hollow in it and reached inside. She took out three black candles. Each one bore a special marking that was emblazoned as though by fire. She cut her finger and then with her own blood, she let it seep into each candle’s markings infusing them with a certain type of magic. Lavinia called over Oridin to her side as she went to hand him the candles.

“Take these, along with this.” Lavinia took a ring off her own finger, that contained a special stone that was jagged in shape. The black stone was small enough that it was easily carried on one’s person and remain undetected by others.

“Light the three candles at midnight, on the night of a full moon and place them in a triangle formation. The jewel ring should be placed in their center.” Handing the mage the ring, she added;

“Once all the candles and the stone are in place, speak the following words aloud:

Stone of the earth,
Guard my heart with your strength,
Protect it from evil and harm,
That no danger may pass,
No threat draw near.

Smiling at Oridin, she concluded what must be done after the chant. “Extinguish the candles and break them. Then get the Prince of Pride to wear or carry the stone any time he felt the need for added strength and security against an intrusion on his heart.”

The spell explained, Lavinia returned her attention to Astaroth.

“Take Oridin with you on your return and the gift will be put into play. It is the best I can offer you, and the boy will learn much on his travels. At the end of the sixth day, when the time piece has run out, he shall return to our circle and be raised to that of an Elder for his dedication to the craft.”

It would be a win win…surely. She waited with a smile for Astaroth and Oridin to speak.

~RB~

The Proposal – The Embassy : PD

 

Following on from ” A Jealous Guy” – The Embassy.

 

Tsu:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell



Things had gotten very thick between the two males now. He could see how the emotions on Valmonts face changed, he had just realized what he did. Listening to his words he did love him, he loved no one else. Thinking about it, if Nicholas was in Valmont’s shoes and walked in like that, what would he of done? He surely wouldn’t of killed someone but, he would of been enraged by it. The sadness and confusion that was on Val’s face made Nicholas regret a bit of what he had said, he had said something else verses asking if he was okay. Once the door shut Nicholas stood there not entirely sure what he was suppose to do. So many things welled up inside him, he wasn’t sure if he was suppose to go after him or leave him. This was somewhat Nicholas fault too, he thought so. Hearing a knock at the door he saw someone he knew that he could trust. Mina, a small sigh of relief came to him.

” Mina, I need you to clean this up and cover it up, you’re so good at doing it. I will reward you later.” He said and the girl only smiled and nodded at him.

Moments after Nicholas was out the door, trailing after Valmont. He didn’t care if people were looking at him, thinking about what had just happened tears started to form in his eyes. Jogging he had sense Valmont near and saw his back, people were whispering and wondering what was going on. Finally in the spur of the moment, Nicholas had collided with Valmonts back, his arms wrapping around his waist. Tears had fallen from his eyes completely now as he squeezed the male tight in the embrace.

” It’s not your fault, you didn’t know what you were doing. I’m sorry, I should of been more focused on your feelings. “ He spoke, it coming out somewhat in a slur. Maids and workers were gathering around or hiding behind the turn ways watching. ” If I was in your shoes at the time, I would of probably done the same thing. I would of let jealously got the better of me. I don’t want to let you go. “ He spoke in a sincere tone and what he had said next would be ended with workers gasping. ” I love you Valmont! I’ll love no one else, I want to always be by your side, forever.” Nicholas said a bit louder then he expected.

People were whispering now and gossiping, oh how it was out there now. What would everyone think about it? It wasn’t known but, he didn’t care. He just wanted to hold this man in front of him. If Valmont had any doubts about Nicholas ever coming out about his sexuality and his relationship with Valmont, they’d be blow away now.

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell
Embassy of Hell

Valmont was deep in thought. Troubled by the act of violence that he committed in front of his lover. The feeling of utter disappointment in himself for letting his jealous streak turn into a murderous stunt now left him wondering if Nicholas could ever forgive him. He walked silently with his head bowed. So shameful. It was eating him up inside, his stomach twisting up in knots. How could he face Nicholas again? Was the love affair over before it had truly blossomed?

The answer to this came in the form of hurried footsteps and the staff all raised their voices as the pair collided. Nicholas winding his arms around his lover as Valmont froze in his place. What on earth was he doing? Valmont could only wonder till he heard his lover say that it wasn’t Val’s fault.

“But…” All he could get out was one simple word, for Nicholas was speaking so fast it was impossible to interject. Now the focus was on the pair. There was no escaping this public outing. It was turning into a show, one which the maids and staff could hardly look away from. The truth was about to be exposed. There was no hiding it now.

One thing about Nicholas that remained true, was when he needed to get something off his chest. The words like a torrent that continued to flow till he was exhausted or got to the point.

But then with much power in his voice he declared his love for Valmont, much to the shock of the entire staff that were all watching and listening in. It was a spectacle. A real soap opera. There was no running from it.

Valmont reached down to take Nicholas’s hands and then turned so that the pair could look at each other. He would speak, but made sure it was loud and clear for all to hear.

“And you shall have me by your side. I’m not ashamed. I love you, and only you, Nicholas.”

The crowd gasped again, as they watched Valmont kiss his lover deeply, while his hands cupped his cheeks.

~RB~

Tsu:
Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell



Gasps and gossiping had erupted and Nicholas didn’t care, at the moment he only cared about the man in front of him. He never wanted to let him go, truly. He heard his but and didn’t have any response to it, he had a fault in this too, he wouldn’t let Valmont be the only one to take blame for it. Biting his lip some he’d feel him turn in his grasp and hold his hand. A small blush came to his cheeks, they were doing this in front of the people. Would this mean they’d be official now then? It most likely would, it’d be interesting to see how it turned out. Hearing his words he only smiled at them, really listening and accepting them. Once he felt his lips to his own, he would lift his hands up to grab a hold of Valmonts shirt, pulling him in more.

His lips moved against his in a deep passion, he so enjoyed it and wished it could be like that forever. But, he knew well enough that it couldn’t and things would be back to the way they were. Just this time around everyone would know and they wouldn’t need to hide, besides if they got really intimate. The thought kind of made him laugh in his head, he’d never get naked in front of someone else, let alone like Val would let him to it. His hands relaxed a bit but kept hold of his shirt, his eyes were shut now. Nothing else was in that room besides the two, the other people were non existent to him. He could take that their were glares at him and a couple of blushes from other girls at the moment and he didn’t care if the female workers hated him, he had what he wanted and he wouldn’t let anything get in the way. Those were his words but, it would change later on and he didn’t know that.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell
The Embassy of Hell

The kiss was one of true love. Anyone watching could see that. Valmont was totally unashamed, in fact he was more than happy to give the staff of the Embassy a real show. His moans grew as he kissed Nicholas with a passion that was usually reserved for the bedroom. His hands wandering from the young man’s back to his ass, where he pulled him tight to his own hips.

Yes, the staff gasped, some were shocked while others were blushing fiercely. It was like some erotic display. You might be led to think that the Ambassador would take him right then and there – against the nearest wall.

Feeling the young man holding his shirt, Valmont let out a growl of pleasure and only pulled away from the kiss when he had made up his mind about how to deal with all this in a manner that would leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that the pair were an item.

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Valmont reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch. He smiled down at it as he undid the small silk string that held it closed tight and the edges opened, as he put his hand in and retrieved a necklace. But there was something hanging on the edge that was like that of a ring.

The ambassador got down on one knee, much to the shock of the audience that had now gathered. This was the most dramatic thing to happen in the embassy since the last meeting of the Princes. Clearing his throat, he held up the ring towards his lover, and with a glint in his eyes he asked the question that would have all gasp once more.

“Nicholas. I never thought I would ever ask anyone this, but my feelings for you are stronger than just love. I want you to be the one that I wake up to. I want you to be the one that shares my bed. You are everything I have ever searched for in a soul mate. What I am asking is…..Nicholas, will you be my wife?”

~RB~

Tsu:
Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell



The softness and comfort of the kiss had been one Nicholas missed. He wanted to always kiss Valmont but, there was passion behind this one. Feeling his hands down his back and onto his ass, pulling him against a moan would slip out. Nicholas could already feel his body working in wanting more, but it ended as he pulled away. His face was slightly red and he simply looked at Valmont, he loved his so much. What made him curious was that he was looking in his pocket and pulled out a small package, seeing it unwrapped he wondered what it was. It looked like a necklace, a ring on it? It must of been some gift and joy was spreading through him. He was glad to be receiving something from his lover but, once he was down on one knee, he froze. What was he doing? Is he doing what I think he is doing? No.. it can’t be, is it? So much had rushed through his head at that moment, it felt like the air had been sucked out of him. Everyone was gasping, along with Nicholas himself, he couldn’t believe the sight before him.

Nicholas was speechless, surprise had shocked him beyond belief. This man, that he had known for years, who is now his lover his proposing to him. Nicholas never thought it’d happen in his life, it was truly a dream. He just stood there staring at him, did he want to? It didn’t cross his mind but, a lot came with marriage, something he wasn’t sure about. This had all still been new for him. You’d think he was going to run away but, he didn’t. He stayed and put his hand down onto his, holding his hands in his with the necklace. Nicholas dropped to his knees with Val and smiled a warm smile, slightly letting a couple of tears fall, tears of joy. Moments later he looked Valmont straight in the eyes, wanting him to see how he was and that he loved him just as much. He didn’t care if people knew about them now, or knew of what Nicholas was, he had let it out when he asked for him to be his wife.

” Yes, I will.”

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell
The Embassy of Hell

What a difference a day makes. The news of Valmont’s proposal had ripped around the Embassy like wildfire. No one on staff or those associated with the Embassy were even aware of their affair, so the whole thing was totally out of the blue. On rising, Valmont had gone down to the staff quarters and then walked straight into the staff dining hall, where all were seated to breakfast. On his arrival, the chairs were all pushed back, as they all rose to standing at the Ambassador’s unexpected arrival. It was unusual for him to even be in the lower part of the Embassy, but he had very good reason. The Head of house, Mister Crawford stood to attention – while the maids and footmen all waited and watched expectantly to what Valmont had to say.

Pulling lightly upon his right cuff, he urged all to take their seats again and apologized for interrupting their breakfast. With all being urged to take their seats again, by Mister Crawford, Valmont was then ready to say what he had come down for.

“I’m sure that you are all well aware of my proposal to Nicholas to be my wife.”

Again, the staff all stared at one another silently, before Mister Crawford was game enough to answer.

“One could hardly miss such news, Sir.”

“Quite. Well, I know that Nicholas has been considered a member of staff here for a long time, but that is all to change. Starting today. He is to have breakfast served to him in his room as is customary to those of higher standing in the household. Nicholas is to be treated with the utmost respect, and there shall be no ill whispers to be said about the engagement.”

The staff room was still in silence, but you could see a few heads nodding, now that they understood that this was a very real situation, though some may find it unusual.

“I shall have Benson wait on him and arrange a breakfast tray immediately, Sir.” Mister Crawford motioned for cook to go and make preparations for Nicholas’s tray immediately, which she left the dining table right away to do. Benson stood up from the staff dining table and bowed, before going to help in the kitchen. Seeing as everyone was keeping their thoughts to themselves, Valmont was about to leave, when a young maid couldn’t help but ask.

“Is there to be a spring wedding, Sir?” The hubub and rise of voices brought an amused expression from the Ambassador.

“Well, we will have to see what Nicholas wants. it’s not really for me to say.” Happy that his instructions had been taken on board, he bid the staff a good day, and headed back upstairs towards his office. He had a spring in his step and a broad smile upon his face. He was more than happy to let Nicholas sleep in today. He was going to need all the energy he could muster, if the Ambassador had anything to say about it. Course, there was the matter of Zachary who was still on the trail of Bandit and the unborn child. That was still in the back of his mind, naturally. There had been no progress reports, but it was still too early to speculate if Zachary had found her before Raul did.

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Entering his office, a staffer was ready with a coffee pot and poured Valmont a cup.

“I never pictured you as a married man, Sir.” The staffer said, as Valmont took the offered cup. “Neither did I, Jenson…Neither did I.”

~RB~

Heart ache – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Following on from “The First Leviathan” – The Kingdom of Pride.

 

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Salem merely raised an eyebrow at the sight of his portal just being destroyed by those demonic flames, not really feeling threatened nor worried about what happend before them. If anything his annoyance only increased enough for him not to feel fear as this intruder decided to speak to Alaric. In the end it was the way he saw this creature, as an intruder, one that demanded but gave nothing than useless shows of force in return for his demands…and if anything, the genie felt like if poison was running through his veins as he heards the words he said…and that tone. But his face masked well the desire he heard to close a portal around his neck if with that he made silence

Brute…coming here and demanding things without even having the proper manners…

If anything the genie’s dark thoughts were fueled by the similarity between this man and one of his past masters, some persian warrior from the past that the genie to this day smiled as he imagined his ultimate fate at the hands of a poor slave who drove a pair of scissors through his neck the moment he tried to pry her legs open. It was something he couldn’t help, the genie did not enjoyed brutes, he despised them with every bit of his soul, and even if this so called Ikki was not one, his actions already gained him the dislike of the ancient creature bound to the Prince of Pride

With no disrespect implied, if a conversation was what you desired we would have been all happy to have given one…but no creature has the right to feel offended by the lack of one, when they display such hostility without justification

Salem seemed to behave like a good servant, being respectful of those in the room even if deep inside he desired to gut this creature and hang it upside down on a boat so the birds made quick works of the remains. But he couldn’t…he needed to keep the appearances and so he did, just stating the facts as again his sands seemed to seeming appeard out of thin air as they both rebuilded the Golden Gate this creature destroyed as he just fixed any structural damage he may have caused using the magic contained in the sands. Afterwards he spoke, still that respectful and collected tone in his voice, as to the eyes of others he may have not seemed the least bit bothered

If a conversation you desire, you will have it, but it will require for you to stop your hostility towards this lands and the Prince himself before anything…and of course, clearly state why of all places your suspicious leaned towards this kingdom, of the many that could have performed the action that caused you to come here seeking answers

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Kingdom – Pride Castle

The situation was coming to a head. From the words of the intruder, known simply as Ikki – a servant of the Lord of Envy, he was on a fact finding mission, that was to catch the culprit or murder the one that had slain the former head of Envy. The simple destruction of the golden gate the first time, along with further ill words being thrown around were not helping matters at all. Time for talk had come to an end. There was no correlation between whispers that the Pride kingdom had anything to do with Envy and the untimely death of the former Prince. To know the truth, one needed proof. Proof that would not be obtained between the walls of the Pride enclave. While the Prince himself was beyond annoyed by this stand off before him, the genie had chosen to use his tongue once more to bring the stale mate to some sort of conclusion. At the same time, he also engaged in bringing back that same gate that had been destroyed oh so easily. The Naga chose this moment to make his move. The great green eyes of the snake closed tight as the fabulous jewel that rested between its eyes was absorbed into its own skin. With that dissappearing from view, the snake began to morph into a full python. It’s body beginning to turn left – unravelling the massive coils as it created a perimeter around the Genie and the intruder. This ….circle would pass before the Prince of Pride as a method to shield him, whilst at the same time preparing a diversion.

When tail met head, the head of the massive naga reared up and it was then it did something very unusual. The jaw of the snake slackened, allowing the depth of the snake’s throat to be seen. But there was something in the serpent’s mouth now. Right at the back of the throat.

The jewel.

One thing about the Prince was he favored his own reflection, being a proud fellow. This meant that the Throne room itself was dotted with many mirrors and even small cuts of glass that was reflective. The naga chose to harness his environment to do a spectacular feat. A loud and terrible hiss came from the naga as the jewel was activated. The power of the jewel was a brilliant show of light, that rocketed out of the naga’s mouth and bounced off every single mirror in the room. This created a huge criss cross affect of light. Blinding enough to make it difficult to see, and possibly create a reaction from the invader to fall into the newly constructed Golden gate.

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~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Ikki had been listening to them speak politely, and he didn’t care that he had offended the Prince of Pride at all, if he had then he wouldn’t have done it in the first place if he had to be utterly honest with you to the full degree; however, he wasn’t surprised that the man’s minion was callous enough to actually assume he had the ability to say Ikki had started the fights. He was defending himself from guards who took it upon themselves to attack him when he was being peaceful at first, and normally he would have exploded from that and snapped back at the male, rose his sword against him and challenged him; but it was obvious that at least one servant of Pride knew how to defuse a situation. Thankfully, Ikki took the hint to that and instead of fighting, he simply covered his eyes and decided to head through the portal as fast as he can… teleporting out of the place as he got the hint.

(TC)

Tory:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle throne room

The nagas’ light show didn’t come as a surprise to Astaroth, he’d seen it happen before and it just so happened that his eyes weren’t so light sensitive as most others. A convenient trait in situations like these, he didn’t get blinded as easily and usually wasn’t all that surprised by it. He felt the intruder’s presence fade and disappear and shifted to a more peaceful appearance as soon as the man left. A different one from before as he wasn’t all that aware of his shapes and usually forgot if a lot of things happened in between. He usually blamed it on his lack of an appearance.
Is it just me or have I been threatened today by my supposedly faithful servant and then again by some [b]servant of a prince I don’t think I’ve even met in addition to being maybe accused of killing said prince and being a brainless child and a coward?[/b]” he asked as soon as the light dimmed down to what was normal for the throne room. “Because I don’t really understand what just happened.” he sighed.
This incident, though, acted a little like a wake up call. Astaroth needed to know more about what was happening in hell. It wasn’t enough to sit on his throne on this island even if he didn’t get to go anywhere. He might be stuck, but he was the only one. Everyone else who inhabited the island could leave at will and bring information back. He’d have to send out spies of his own. Make a league of spies specially chosen by him for skills that would make them nearly impossible to spot. He’d choose someone to represent him in the other kingdoms if he was ever invited somewhere and take part in everything he possibly could take part in. The best thing he could do, however, was to find a way to break the seal that held him on the island so he himself could travel when he needed to.
Salem, find me a raven.” he smiled at the genie and waited for him to leave before turning to the nagas. “How do you think is best to send a request to the witches? I’m thinking some of them may know about binding angels.” Astaroth did know almost every sigil there was for warding and several ways to seal angels, but he’d never thought he himself would be stuck as he always thought he’d stay in heaven and help others with healing or learning.
I also require to meet the stealthiest of my legionnaires. I think I need to set up a network of spies throughout hell so that I can get information that would otherwise be lost due to my unfortunate living arrangements.” he suggested with a smirk. “I believe I need to participate in this game of power. I have spent too much time on moping, don’t you think?” he shook his head as he walked past the nagas and gestured for him to follow.
I’m sure I have plenty of weapons to share with the soldiers and all of them are good, many even crafted by the angels. I believe holy items work best on demons, don’t they? I will take a few for myself but we can distribute the rest of them and then make sure the armoury is stocked of enough weapons so that every soldier will have at least one.” he walked from the throne room at a brisk pace towards his own private armoury of weapons that would eventually go dull unless he used them, or someone else.
Oh, and don’t forget. I don’t like it when I’m threatened by people around me, especially not when it’s a death threat for when I show weakness. Give only the neccesary information to Orimitsu. He is, after all, only supposed to be my mount.” he had noticed earlier, just chosen not to deal with it. “I do believe the way in which he spoke is not a way one should speak to his master, am I right?” he had always liked the nagas more anyway and now the genie as well even if the male didn’t seem to change his attitude much from neutral, but he clearly had a sense of humour. Something Astaroth appreciated.
He suddenly stopped walking about midway to his room of weapons.
Do you think that even if I’m the only one with this stomach ache, that I should have a doctor come for a visit just to get a second opinion on my health? You know, before we go to the extremes of preparing for an attack that might not even be coming.” he suggested. As an angel with healing powers, it was unlikely that he missed a sickness in his own being. But there was always the slim chance that he did, right? “Yes, I think that might be wise. Although it is highly unlikely that I missed it. Can you send a messenger or do we have one situated here?” he asked and then shook his head in disbelief at his own lack of knowledge for his own troops. He definitely needed to step up his game.

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
As soon as Ikki left, the genie physically relaxed quite a bit as he just allowed a rather loud sigh to come out as the Golden Gate just vanished just around the same time that the light being created by Alaric did…only to reveal, surprise surprise, that the genie had called upon a pair of sunglasses to help him deal with the blinding light better, an accessory that if anything made him look strangely hilarious considering the clothing he was wearing at the moment. As to why he didn’t just close his eyes and decided to make a fool out of himself wearing that? Well…in all honesty it was for the Prince sake other than anything, and basicly to mask his own annoyance with how this week had turned out, in the end he didn’t wanted that neither the naga or his master would misunderstand the genie’s stressed eyes

Apparently lately you not the most popular person around Master…but then again you shouldn’t worry about the brute from before…I highly doubt he has the brain capability to find out who the killer is…if anything maybe he is going to try to pull that little number on the rest of the princes until they slap his head off his shoulder

Finally, able to go back to his normal self and calm down his own annoyance from the encounter from before the genie made the sunglasses vanish into smoke as he stood there, rubbing his temples a bit as he looked around at the room, relieved that Ikki decided to stop breaking things and just take his leave before he ended up becoming Alaric’s dinner. Of course his thoughts were interrupted by Astaroth request, which caused the genie to look at him with a raised eyebrow…a little confused about the request

Uhm…as you wish Master…I guess…

He said the small part still a bit confused about the sudden need for a raven of all things,but nevertheless he took off without questioning Astaroth directly, just flying off as his legs seemed suddenly replaced by some sort of very thick golden smoke as he flew across the air, leaving by an open window to seek the bird his master requested…even if he did not really knew why of all times he would need it now. This made him thought about his past masters, and the times when they have requested sudden wishes of this nature

A raven…why of all things would he suddenly have the need for an animal?…uhm…maybe it’s like that girl who…no, absolutely no…he isn’t like that…well…I hope…

Trying to shake a rather disturbing memory off from the time one of his most depraved mistresses asked him for a dog, Salem flew across the island in search for the bird that he quickly spotted standing inside a cage along with others of the same nature . The cage was placed on top of the roof of one of the houses, a place where they kept those trained birds to deliver messages outside the island. It may have sounded weird but ravens basicly were among the few creatures that here in Hell did not called so much attention so they were perfect to use as message birds

There we go…you come with me

Salem opened the cage, taking carefully one of the ravens as he just decided to fly back to the castle, taking a single moment to stare at the island below him and sighing deeply, unable to hold back the envy he felt towards the people below. Even if it sounded hard to believe Astaroth was a great ruler, and the people down there were just as happy as they were free, and many of them were willing to give away their lives for the one inside the throne room there. In a sence he felt the same, but he knew that despite all his power they had something he didn’t…and that thoughts never left him

Someday…one of this days…

Salem made his way back into the throne room as soon as Astaroth and Alaric had finished their conversation, his legs again forming as he stood next to the Prince of Pride as he held out the raven out at his lord, hoping that perhaps his assumption was right and he required it to send a message or something of the sorts. At least the bird was trained and it wouldn’t try to bite off a piece of flesh from their finger, so…at the very least it wasn’t an aggresive bird and it was more or less trained

The bird you requested, hopefully this is the type you were searching for…

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Pride castle throne room

With the combined efforts of the Naga and the Genie, the disruptive visitor was sent packing through the Golden gate. As soon as the Gate turned back to sand, the Naga closed it’s mouth and the light stopped abruptly. Alaric’s head wobbled from side to side before the jewel reappeared within the Naga’s forehead – the creature now taking on the human like torso once more, but the body was still in the form of a circle that had been used to protect the Prince. it would take a few moments before the Naga was able to shrink back, but in this time he noted that the Genie had managed to find a pair of sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes. The naga had forgotten about the Genie’s condition, but at the time he needed to create the light to help reinforce the fact that the invader needed to leave the Prince’s castle. The glasses did give the Genie a comical appearance, but as the Prince was still very upset by the events so far of that day, Alaric felt it unwise to try and make “light” of the situation.

Salem was already speaking to the Prince about theories as to why he was now a target of interest by the likes of Envy. Though from Alaric’s understanding, the character with the cocky attitude was in search of facts and no doubt he would be travelling to all kingdoms, not just Pride. You had to remember, there were seven kingdoms in Hell, and as it stood, Astaroth knew very little about his fellow Princes and Princesses. If he was to stay on top of things, he needed to know more of what was happening beyond his walls. His address to the Naga, after sending Salem off hunting for a raven, said as much.

“I believe I need to participate in this game of power. I have spent too much time on moping, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t go as far to call it moping, M’lord. Your hands are bound since you are unable to leave the Kingdom. So naturally, I can see why you might find all this frustrating.” Alaric spoke with a refined air, as he slithered alongside his Lordship. “As for the Witches, they are found in the Lands of Dyre. Led by Lavinia the Elder. As with other kingdoms, a summons could be done by raven, or perhaps you could engage Salem’s magic in order to speak to them another way.” It was not the Naga’s ability to speak telepathically to others on another plane. Every creature has its limitations. All he could do was make suggestions.

Approaching the armory, the Prince wanted clarification on whether holy items could repel demons. “I believe that they would be useful as weapons in the case of a demonic invasion. The question is just how big an invasion force it is. As you have said before, you wish to send out a spy network to judge just who is the biggest threat to your kingdom. We still don’t know who it is that has upset your dreams and your thoughts, M’lord.” As it stood, they knew that Envy was in search of the one that killed the first Leviathan. The hound let off the Prince of Envy’s leash had helped to discount that kingdom. That left the possibility of either, Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, Lust and Sloth being the warmongers.

Something else was still troubling the Prince. The words or threats that came from his Dragon – Orimitsu. The dragon did not like the Prince’s behavior, but in making a death threat over it there was now distrust between the Prince and his mount. Astaroth decreed that the dragon was only to be given limited information in future. The Naga bowed at the Prince’s words.

“As you wish, M’lord.” Alaric didn’t want to have to go into that conversation again, after everything that had happened that day so far. It was time to move forward and get on with the job of ensuring the Prince’s protection from external forces. The fact that the Prince was feeling ill in his stomach however, was something that needed tending to as soon as possible.

“I believe we have one on staff that can treat your ailments, M’lord. Calling someone in from the outside would only delay treatment, and I would rather see you healed and ready to face the challenges ahead.”

The Naga bowed once more, before slithering away in search of the Kingdom’s medical center.

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~RB~

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

It’s nice to hear that. Please go fetch him. If this really is nothing but an upset stomach, I don’t think we’ll have to defend ourselves from anything. After all, my predictions aren’t always…” he paused to sigh and roll his head. “Predictable.” he smiled and waved after the naga. He’d attend to the doctor first and then take inventory on holy weapons later. For as long as there was an illness, the possibility of an invasion decreased considerably. At least the horrible outcome of his or his companions’ death. That knowledge would ease his building stress for the moment.
Astaroth was gazing out a window where Alaric had left him when Salem approached. He turned around with a smile and raised his arm so that the bird could hop on top it so that Astaroth could pet it. He always made sure everyone were as sated and comfortable as was possible, even the messenger birds. After all, if his subjects were happy, they were more likely to do his bidding. Even if it was an unreasonable request every now and then.
Thank you, Salem.” he gestured for the genie to follow. “Now, it has just come to my attention that another raven will be needed. Not, however, if you are capable of getting me in touch with a powerful, knowledgable witch that might possibly help me with my confinement problem.” he didn’t know how it could be done, but the genie’s connection to magic might be of help in the matter and was probably what would make it possible for him to connect with users of magic.
The fallen angel was walking towards his study, his private quarters and personal library. He was most at ease in places of knowledge, so he’d prepared a nice corner with comfortable and simple beddings. That way he could be with his books all hours. He, of course, had another room he used on occasion. One that was as lavish as one would imagine a prince’s bedroom to be, but Astaroth wasn’t someone that took pride in expensive surroundings. He enjoyed the beauty of things and the expensive stuff was more often than not far too loaded to be considered beautiful.
Once inside his study, which was a medium sized room just inside the library, he headed immedietly for his desk which was, as per usual, filled with parchment and scrolls on his current research. Currently it was a study of human morals relating to rulers in the human world that participated in conflict between nations. Before he’d tried to study the morals of demons and to find ways to predict them, but had discovered that there were hardly any previous moral codes for demons to follow. He’d given up the project and instead turned to humans, which were a delight to study.
Astaroth tidied up his desk by stacking the parchment and rolling up the scrolls to place in a box. Everything was tightly organised, marked or stamped so that it was easy for him to put it back or pick up where he left from. Each project was labelled by colour and the colour painted in a book with a short summary of the project and a list of every source he used. Older colours often had observations listed as a source. Something that had disappeared from the book after Astaroth was locked up. A reddish black marked the change of the prince’s freedom, the only colour in the book without a summary for the project was not finished and wouldn’t be until he was free from his prosperous prison.
The prince of pride, Astaroth, requires your services at pride castle. Send word about your arrival date and a flag will be provided for your safe passage over the lake.‘ he wrote in fine writing, each letter clear so that the message would be received without problem. He attached the message to the raven and sent it off.
Now, back to witches.” he stood up and rearranged everything as it was before so that he could easily pick up his research whenever he had time. “Would you have any idea who would be best to contact and know of a way to contact them efficiently?” it wasn’t often that Astaroth became serious, however, the situation called for it. Even if he wanted nothing more than to drink a tasty beverage with friends and attend to his garden.

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
The genie sighed as he looked at the Prince in silence, truly at times getting puzzled by his behaviour towards the creature of this land. It’s true a monarch should respect his subjects if he did not wanted an uprising against him, in fact this was a lesson he learned well interestingly enough back in France. Would you believe he was part of the french revolution? That he had to disguise like the rest of people there in an attempt to blend in while he also had to perform missions to ensure the revolution would survive? He wasn’t an stranger to that at that point, he wore million of masks, served million of masters and mistresses and fought countless times to preserve their ideals while deep inside he awaited for Death to come claim his owner. It was what scared him now, any genie would claim the same, but Death always came to those who held this type of servants…ever observant…always fair and always there as an old friend of the genie. But for the first time he did not wanted to see it, being face to face again as it was Death that would determine who he would serve next…

Uhm…with the witches you say? Well…while a raven might be proper I pressume there is something that can be done

The genie followed his master, as usual always silent but ever present, looking around for a moment at that library found in this castle. He found it funny, funny to think that the very first moment Astaroth granted him a bit of freedom of movement he secluded himself within this room, hidden, believing the Prince would never visit this place and feeling comfortable among the pages of books. It was strange, his younger self would rarely read a book at all and would prefer to listen to information from other people ears…but ever since the moment he was taken from his home, lost everything…books became really good companions all of the sudden, at least, before meeting the ones here…but…even then at times he wished that he could just be with his loved ones…maybe if- And it was when it hitted him, a way to help his lord communicate with the witches after all

Well…seeking an audience with their elder sounds like the best idea I have right now, as for how to contact them, I do believe in this delicate issue…it would be best to go there in person my lord

His tone of voice sounded amused, as he did not explained how he planned to exactily put him in the place he needed to be considering he was bound to this location. No, in fact he explained nothing as he closed his eyes and focused, his sands making a circle around his feet as he noticed a rather concentration of magic somewhere…somewhere he asumed would hold somebody who could direct Astaroth to the elder witch, or someone who could help him. So the genie, repressing an smirk clasped his hands together, the accesories he wore made a sound at the sudden movement as the sands on command began moving forward, spinning without any apparent control in the air until a figure was formed from them, one that seemed a near clone of Astaroth himself…one that landed before him. It was identical almost in everything, except for the fact that it was fully composed of magically charged golden sands

You cannot leave this inmediate area, yet this does not mean that a golem is not able to be your voice and your ears on the outside…of course it won’t last forever but I believe it will work for your needs my lord

The genie smirked, as usual just finding some sort of loop alongsides the rules of a spell like his kind usually did. It wasn’t something so uncommon, and it was the reason that perhaps so many creatures like witches for example were careful around them…they would fulfill their word, but usually getting their way somehow. It was at this point that on his hands another item formed, what seemed to be a crown he held out towards Pride himself, small and simple, with only a gem on the front as the rest seemed like two golden vines starting on the back and meeting at the gem

The moment you place this on your head, the creature of the sands will be taken to a place known as the Witches Circle and you will be able to speak through it, ear what it ears, and your view will be the same. Through I have to warn you, this place is sacred to those like them who weild the mystic arts, so it will be wise that you introduce yourself properly my lord and seek an audience with their Elder, if we are lucky, they will be cooperative…

He did not mention why he couldn’t go in person, but perhaps the biggest reason was that he wasn’t a normal Djinn, he wasn’t free to use his magic like them, if anything he was a genie, and a defective one for that matter and part of him feel ashamed to meet them directly…or even wrost, be detected by another creature such as himself and being made a fool off for requesting the aid of witches and warlocks. Genies usually requested another sort of help, they held their own councils separatedly from the rest of mystic beings…they had their own rules, their own regulations…but he couldn’t resort to them either even if Astaroth desired it more than anything. He wouldn’t bow to the ones who turned their backs on his time of need, that considered an eternity of slavery a good punishment for a child’s mistake…and neither he would meet the witches directly, but he trusted doing this would be better, in the end, even if it would end up being taxing to maintain this golem remotetly, keep the connection and teleport it altogether…at the very least, he would still intact the little pride he had left

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Kingdom – Pride Castle

Alaric had left the Prince with his next closest adviser – the genie, to go in search of a medical practitioner within the grounds of Pride Castle. Surely they had a few to call on, as the Prince should have a private physician on staff for such emergencies as this. The only problem was that the Prince had visions, dreams as well as the pain in his stomach. The Naga was no medical man, but he knew that this was not a simple quick fix. Going down into the bowels of the castle, he came across a series of rooms where soldiers and the like were treated for wounds, and battle injuries when they were practicing in the arenas and training pits. As a stretcher was brought in by two hefty looking fellows, and a soldier lay upon it with a sword sticking out of his gut, Alaric knew he was in the right place. With blood spurting out and onto the floor, it was easy for someone to slip. One thing that Alaric noticed was the lack of hygiene and the dated tools of trade that were on the walls. The Spanish inquisition had more modern equipment. In the centre of the next room, a woman wearing a nurses uniform was trying to replace a man’s eyeball with a wooden one. The man was grunting and groaning, thrashing about, as an over sized orderly tried to hold him down.

“Stop ya fidgeting, ya daft git. This will only hurt for a bit.” The squishing sound of her fingers working in the replacement eye was enough to make a man gag. She obviously knew what she was doing, but her bed side manner was lacking. There was no way that the Naga could present this woman to the royal court. She was covered in blood and entrails, her hair swept up into a loose bun, with large bottle like glasses that sat on the end of her nose. Finally the eyeball was firmly fixed in place and the nurse shouted out.

“NEXT!”

“Err….excuse me, Madame. I come from the Prince with a request for relief to his stomach pains.” The Naga was still partially in snake form, but the torso was that of a human. He didn’t mean to scare the woman, but she did give a yelp in surprise and fright.

“HORRIBLE HORNY TOADS!…YOU SLITHERING SCALY SNAKE! FANCY SNEAKING UP ON A POOR WOMAN!” The nurse clapped a hand over her right bosom and with her left hand she reached for her work station. It was not the kind of reaction that the Naga was expecting, but he tried to bite his tongue.

“My apologies if I startled you. I merely seek treatment for the Prince.” Trying to reinforce the reason for interrupting her surgery. The nurse came to her senses when she realized that the Naga worked directly for the Prince himself. She let out a huge expulsion of air before muttering under her breath and going over to her medical cabinet. Taking out bottle after bottle, opening lids, sniffing the ingrediants before starting to make a herbal remedy with the Naga waiting in behind her. The smell wasn’t very nice, but then again neither was the surgery. A few grunts and the occassional sneeze, and the woman then turned around with a bottle of purple coloured liquid.

“A spoon full before each meal, without fail and he should be fit as a fiddle in two days.” The nurse sure of her potion and that it would have the desired affect. Taking the bottle from the nurse, the Naga raised an eyebrow. He had to wonder if there was anything he should know about. Like side effects. He cocked a brow as the nurse set to get ready to work on her next patient. An amputation.

“Any…side effects?’

“A little nausea. Nothing he can’t handle. Now off with you, gotta hack off this boy’s right leg.” The nurse shooed the Naga as she held a huge saw in her hand, the patient letting out a blood curdling scream.

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“Oh shut up, ya sissy!”

~RB~

Tory:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle, Astaroth’s study

Astaroth furrowed his eyebrows in dislike at the sands in his study, he didn’t trust anyone to clean in there other than himself and would hate to have to sweep the room to rid it of leftover grains of Salem’s golden sands. However, as the golem began to rise and take a form that Astaroth assumed was his own at the moment, his frown turned into a smile that he turned towards the genie.
That is magnificent.” he was astonished, as was shown when he walked around the thing and examined almost every grain on it’s surface. “I sure hope it works.” he wasn’t certain it would as Astaroth’s binding spell was quite potent. Although, on that thought, he could meditate and look at people beyond the barrier. Perhaps he would be able to let his consciousness travel with the golem as he could whenever he looked at the past.
The moment I…” he trailed off as he lifted the crown from Salem’s hands and examined it. It was quite beautiful. “I must ask you to guide the goldsmiths along whenever I’ll need a crown, this one is quite beautiful.” he smiled at his friend and lifted the crown to his head before he stopped and lowered his arms.
I must warn you. I do believe that when my consciousness disappears with this golem of yours, my body will most likely turn to that blank nothingness like sometimes happens when I sleep, right? So, as I’ve said numerous times before, please don’t move me or look at me too much. Sight is a little bit tricky to bring back.” he was of course referring to the blank whiteness that was his real, but not so much, appearance. The appearance of someone without one. It was a matter that easily confused people. Much to Astaroth’s annoyance, although sometimes amusement.
The white was bright enough to blind, much like Alaric’s light show earlier, only focused to one spot and constantly moving and changing due to the lack of a definite form. If he were in heaven without a form, it would hardly matter, but he had discovered that demons and others than angels were sometimes weak to this particular kind of light and thus sometimes turned out blind. In the worst cases, their eyes burned. Astaroth liked neither outcome. Eyes were tricky to make and fix. So many details one had to look out for.
Now, I best get going. Do make sure no one gets in, will you?” he asked kindly before putting the crown on. It didn’t seem to work right away and Astaroth was about to speak when a searing pain passed through his head as his consciousness when his mind tried to break through the barrier. Apparently his actual mind passing through in a golem was not allowed. He let out a shrill scream and immedietly gripped his head tightly. And then he was gone. As was obvious when his body collapsed to the ground and his clothes and golden locks faded to white, wings protruded from his back and everything started flickering and moving. What was lying on the floor was a hint of a winger humanoid form. Looking at it for one millisecond would maybe show a fat angel and the next it would be a childlike winged form. Never the same, never any details, only hints. Remnants and never the ones of his real appearance.

[Astaroth, thread change]

 

Queen of the Night – The Kingdom of Sloth :PD

 

Following on from ” A Drop of Blood” – The Kingdom of Sloth.

 

Kiri
Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
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Hikari: “What you have isn’t a soul, it’s chaotic energy. It’s the only thing that is keeping you alive. I’m a Bakeneko, we have a sense for spirits. We are natural born Necromancers, telling whether something has a soul or not is basic, this is an easy feat.”

Hikari’s voice was going slightly monotone as she began tapping into her own soul energy, it killed her emotions to a degree and caused some tiring aftereffects once everything was said and done; Hikari would be fine however, first things first was to get this spirit into a new body. Hikari looked at the spirit of Sayaka and then back to Grey, eyeing them both as she analyzed their connection; if it was any stronger it would have resulted in taking the only thing Grey used to live, luckily that Chaotic Energy didn’t agree with Sayaka’s presence, so she didn’t end up corrupted by it, it merely kept their connection weak. Hikari looked over at the other woman as she offered up her arm and told her to have at it. Hikari saw a loyalty in this one that many wouldn’t see in Hell, the loyalty of someone who loved the person that they served. With a claw elongating itself from her index finger on the right hand, she grasped the wrist of the female and pricked her arm, letting some of the blood coagulate on her claw as she drew it back, making sure not to waste any. Not wasting time either, she then plunged that same claw, and the blood with it, into his his wrist.

Hikari: “Also, I’m going to tell you now. You are becoming a Kitsune by doing this, it will further increase your capabilities, and will allow you more versatility. And you won’t be stuck as a man either, Kitsune are Shapeshifters able to change gender as well even at their most basic level.”

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Hikari: “My name is Hikari, the only thing that I ask is for an alliance. As I’m sure you could tell, Sloth is in no condition to be pulled into some kind of war. Even if Tazuya will not, I will ask.”

Turning around, Hikari seemed to become a lot darker, one eye becoming hidden as she looked at the spirit and Grey once again, pointing a single finger as she focused her Soul’s energy into a thin line, severing the connection of the soul and Grey’s body then and there. Hikari then reached forward, grasping the ethereal hand of Sayaka as she pulled the soul towards the body of the nine-tail Kitsune male, letting her do the rest.


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Sayaka; Spirit of Wrath: “Now look here you stupid son of a bitch, I have done nothing! It was YOUR decision to do that…. even if I must be grateful for preventing that.”

Sayaka was beginning to get angry for once, but she was trying to keep that anger under control for the moment as it was obvious that she didn’t have time to let him get under her skin on purpose, mainly if she was going to get a new body she needed to be able to focus on what was at stake once again. After what had happened with Beelzebub she was free from the curse, that much was certain. She had lost the Flame of Wrath as well, but that was of no consequence right now for she felt that for the moment she was going to have to deal with the current issue coming: the new body.

As Sayaka was pulled from the body of Grey, she felt herself suddenly aware of everything around her at once, it was chilling and almost terrifying to know that she was nothing more than a piece of the things that were part of something far greater than herself; a world, a universe, which encompassed a massive area. Pulling together all of her consciousness, she put herself closer to the body of the Kitsune, letting her soul attach itself and then propagate throughout it, letting her senses settle into that of the creature; Sayaka was frozen for a moment, her senses overwhelming her for a moment as she wasn’t yet used to the level of sense that this creature had. She didn’t take long to do it, and began going through the abilities, knowledge and skill of the creature she now inhabited. A new Kitsune had been born; and she was already shifting into a more suitable form.

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I may fall, but I will rise again. Sayaka has been reborn!


Development


Kitsune Physiology: Sayaka has now taken on the form of a Nine-Tail Kitsune, granting her any and all abilities connected to such a creature. As a Kitsune, Sayaka has a new Canine Physiology, which dictates that she is naturally stronger and faster than normal humans. As a Yokai in general, Sayaka now has an Supernatural Condition which is high; perhaps not as high as her previous, but that can be fixed one day; however, duly noted is the fact that this body is much stronger than her previous in durability, allowing her much power. Through her Kitsune physiology, Sayaka now has all the abilities of a Kitsune, including as such: Semi-Immortality, Dream Manipulation, Enhanced Intelligence, Fox-Fire, Flight, Illusion Manipulation, Insanity Inducement, Life-Force Absorption, Possession, Shape Shifting obviously, Tail Manifestation, nine Prehensile Tails, and the previous abilities of her Spirit Physiology: Freezing, Fear Inducement and Invisibility. Also grants a Supernatural Beauty greater than her previous, allowing an Enhanced Charisma. Which… actually may be a pain in the ass considering Beelzebub.


( Return to IC )


Sayaka took in the abilities of her new form, analyzing every little thing that she knew about it from the mind that the previous owner had. The memories were there, thanks to the girl having taken control of it and allowing it continued consciousness. Taking a deep breath, the new Kitsune looked at the others, smirking as she spoke with a melodious, charismatic voice.

Sayaka; Kitsune Reborn: “Oh.. this feels great. Well, I suppose I should get to business… Katrina. Miss Hikari.”

Cutting herself off for a moment, Sayaka pulled herself together then and there, her eyes showing nothing but true emotion as she now looked to the two she needed to address, but she would save Kat for last.

Sayaka; Kitsune Reborn: “First and foremost, Hikari you will have your alliance. After all of this, you have more than shown yourself an ally of the Kingdom of Wrath; and to me. From this day forth, all you must do is contact me, and you will have my assistance. Second, Grey Watson… despite your shortcomings, I am grateful to you, and I promise you payment for everything you’ve done for me. Thirdly… Kat… I have an announcement to make now. Considering everything that has happened, and the effects on myself… I am stepping down from the Throne of Wrath, and I name my successor you. Katrina. I need you to return to Wrath immediately, send out ravens and make it known everything that has happened. Including to the Embassy.”

This is what Sayaka had been thinking on when they arrived, after everything that had happened, she knew that she had to do this; stepping down from the Throne of Wrath would give her the very freedom to maneuver that she needed to find the source of the curse that had afflicted her. It was time to enter the world as herself, not as the Princess of Wrath.

Sieg:

Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Grey rolled his eyes, an small smirk placed on his lips just due to the enjoyment he got from being able to anger the princess with such an ease. He knew that perhaps it was not the best way to relate with her and that maybe getting on good terms with her was the best thing he could do, but after having her gaining knowledge out of him in the way she did and pretty much clinging her soul into his body, he considered he had all right to just make her blood boil for a little. In any case before he got to make another remark, everything began getting into place, with the female that brought them here offering her blood and the bakeneko deciding to go on with this

Well I do now and I would thank you if you hurried, I want to be able to drink booze and go lock myself in a room with a succubus without having a ghostly voyeurist around

The bakeneko really didn’t lost much time, and Grey had to admit that despite the initial feeling of getting that soul kicked out of body was not pleasant, the void was soon filled. In the end if having Sayaka’s soul forced within him brought up some sort of strange warmth within himself, having it removed left some sort of cold void if one was being logical…at the very least…until the chaos itself seemed to be in glee within him. The scars across the undead face began glowing fiercely for a few moments, as the chaos within seemed to be without a leash inside of his body for a moment until it finally settled down again, and the glow died out just as soon as it appeard, and it wasn’t the only one being happy about this arrangement. A grin appeard on Grey’s face as he just stretched and enjoyed the sensation of not having an unwanted visitor within him, and even if it was disturbing for him the knowledge that she gathered in her short time inside of his head…he still was clearly a lot more relaxed as he eyed Sayaka and heard her words

No problem…in fact…I might make you a discount as long as you promise to keep the…”you know what” between us

His past as a priest, the life of the man known as Damon Wattson was going to remain secret and he would make sure about it, and if she saw as much as he think she saw, she surely knew that his complete and utter hatred for that part of his life would drive him to do terrible things if he had to, to keep it safe and protected. As for the other announcement that former princess made, Grey just chuckled and patted Kat in the back, perhaps a little bit too hard without noticing. Of course one shouldn’t be fooled by his apparent congratulation, if anything he was happy because he felt this could be benefical for him in some way, and knowing how smart he was despite the looks…it was a troubling thought that he was happy about Kat’s current position

Congratulations Kitty Kat…seems like you just got promoted, so tell me, interested in getting back home safely or anything around those lines?

The bastard just wanted to get profit out of her, even if it meant being her bodyguard all the way to the Wrath Kingdom…and who knows what else, in the end he seemed strangely more well mannered in comparison with how he was before when he addressed her. True, you could say Sayaka’s presence within him made him mad and that was why he didn’t behaved in a very friendly way…but…with him you never knew. The worst combination for someone who was on the edge of being a sociopath, was also them having a brain…if anything Kat should have kept her contact with him brief. Use his services and that’s that, but the undead knew his way around people and sadly for her, unless she knew of him, she wouldn’t be aware of what his true intentions would be. Even if she was a witch, even if you could read someone…there are just some people who are good at hiding what they want the most, and sadly, sometimes they turn out to be people who just would enjoy breaking anything before them to get it

In fact I think you might need a bodyguard…I mean imagine the moment they find out you are the new face in charge…so many will just want a piece of you…it will be like if they were tearing you apart with just a look

Razorbackwriter:
Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

Katrina actually looked at this new Sayaka with horrified eyes. What the devil did she just say? No…no, she was never meant to be a royal. She was a Cat…a witch. She had done her Mistress service in saving her ultimately by leading Grey to this place, but to think that Sayaka was stepping down as the Head of Wrath and granting rule to Katrina was …..way too much to process.

“I don’t understand. You can’t…please. Wrath is your kingdom. I’m just a cat.” Katrina reached up and pulled at her own hair, backing away slowly. There was more to being Wrath, and Katrina knew all too well what it meant. Would Katrina lose one of her nine lives just from the shock of it all.

Grey on the other hand was all too happy that Katrina had been bestowed such an honor, going as far to say his congratulations, which considering the circumstances seemed a bit premature. Little did the feline know that he was merely looking out for a way to make a profit, but as Katrina’s head was spinning, the power of wrath was now finding its new home. Out of the sky, just like Mammon’s power had transferred to Lydia, the power of Wrath was now about to make its new home within the body of the feline. Even though she wasn’t entirely ready for it. Blasting down the reddish orange aura hit the cat witch was such force that it knocked her clean off her feet. On the ground she twitched violently – going into a dreadful spasm. Twitching and shaking till the aura settled within her. Once it did, the Kat’s eyes sprang open, staring out at space.

A new ruler was set to make her mark on Hell.

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Hearing Grey’s speech, that those that would now be her enemies, might seek a piece of her, Katrina got to her feet. She looked over her newly charged body and winked at what was Sayaka.

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“Wait till they get a load of me.” With sass she started to strut for the nearest doors. “Come on, Grey! Heel!”

Destination…..WRATH!

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

Don’t make no difference if I’m wrong or I’m right
I’ve got the feeling and I’m willing tonight
Well I ain’t nobody’s angel
What can I say, well, I’m just that way, hey

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just say, say, say
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

You’ve got a problem with the way that I am
They say I’m trouble and I don’t give a damn
But when I’m bad I know I’m better
I just want to get loose, and turn it up for you baby

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just say, say it again
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Say it again
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

~RB~

(TC – Wrath)

Kiri:
Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
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Oh Sayaka was enjoying her new look, and her new power. She was no longer weakened to things like holy objects, her new racial status meant that she was neutral in that world, perhaps yes, they would harm her, but they could not poison her as they used to. Yokai were neutral on the balance of Holy and Demonic, even if they were on a technical level, demonic, they weren’t poisoned by holy items even if they could be purified like other demons. Yokai were a complicated subject it seemed. Sayaka found something in the male’s mind however that she thought of as interesting. And so she looked to Hikari as she brought it up, letting her form take on something else. It looked a lot more innocent than her new normal form, but that was the point wasn’t it? She was changed, time to change her entirety of her being.

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Sayaka: “Oh, my name is Sayaka by the way. What is a Fear?”

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With the two from Wrath now leaving, and the now neutral princess asking a question, Hikari was already in a good mood after the promise of an alliance. Her original energy returned to her, but she stayed slightly serious as she snapped her fingers, causing a skeleton to drag itself together as she barked and order to it and then turned to Sayaka to explain.

Hikari: “You, go wake up Tazuya! Sayaka, Fear is the term that denotes the unique skills and traits of each yokai. It refers to the “fear” of the unknown, an emotional reaction produced when the yokai represent themselves as “monsters”. As yokai first existed as creatures who induce fear in humankind, the general concept of “fear” revolves around being feared and respected by humans and making them feel small and weak. It involves exerting a wall of pressure to make one’s presence feel larger than the actuality. When done correctly, this also creates a change in the mood and surrounding air whenever a Yokai exerts their ability. What were his?”

Sayaka didn’t waste much time in responding, in fact she seemed almost excited as the skeleton scurried off to the sleeping form of Sloth and would begin to poke and prod at him until he got up and went to the same place where Hikari now stood.

Sayaka: “Speed and Fire.”

Hikari: “Fire-based fear users are able to withstand and survive in intense heat and may even be able to produce fire inside their bodies. They are able to direct the path of nearby fire to suit their needs. Though they are strong in the presence of fire, they can be overpowered by a flame which has been combined with a stronger fear. Speed-based Fear Users are able to move at the highest speeds possible due to their affinity with moving without needing to deal with air resistance like others. Having built their reputation and in other terms fear up because of their terrifying speeds , they are able to reach maximum momentum at a much faster rate . They are able to grow stronger the faster they stay at top speed . Fear Users of this type are known to be able to fight faster then the eye can see and can find it hard to stay slow paced because of their affinity.”

With that Sayaka began digesting all of this information, thinking quietly as she wondered at just how much ability that meant she could use considering her current strength in itself. With this combined with the power of a Yokai she felt that she would be able to grow further than how she had been before. Sayaka had to admit she was pleased.

Sayaka: “It will be interesting to see how this goes, especially with my sw-… Oh that’s right. I don’t have one anymore. I need a new sword.”

Of course, even though Hikari had done plenty, she was still in touch with her Soul’s Essence, meaning she could technically do Sayaka a favor for the last time. So, channeling her power Hikari forged two new weapons out of her own Soul’s Energy. Which meant these were completely spiritual blades able to attack both body and soul. Tossing them over, Hikari didn’t offer explanation, Sayaka would be able to tell now with this new spiritual power. Oh, and before Hikari forgot, she placed a hand both on Sayaka’s shoulder and wrapped her fingers around the handle’s of both swords, binding the souls together.

Hikari: “Here. Also, you have a new Aura as well. A Jaki. It’s a demonic aura all Yokai have, it allows them to corrupt weak minded humans, and is the representation of their power. I imagine yours will be fairly large considering your power.”

Sayaka: “Thanks…. you’ve done plenty at this point you know.”

With that… Sayaka strapped both of the weapons to her side, smiling softly at the girl as she waved goodbye and then turned away; walking straight for the exit of the Kingdom. Ready for a new adventure.

( TC for Sayaka. To ??? )


Final Development for this moment


Spiritual Swords: These swords created by Hikari were made to cut not only the body, but to also slice open the soul. Cutting a target not only causes them to lose blood, but they will lose also their energy and will slowly become lethargic. This means movement is inhibited and physical ability is slowed exponentially. This means the hit target will become weaker and weaker as the fight progresses until they just want to fall asleep. These weapons cannot be damaged by anything but Soul Absorption as they are made directly from a soul’s energy. These are also bound to the soul of Sayaka, if any other tries to use, or pick up, these weapons the energy which they were made from will lash back and attack the soul of the target, damaging their soul until they either are left a soulless husk or drop them.

Jaki: Like all other Yokai, Sayaka has a Jaki now. A Jaki is the Demonic Aura of a Yokai, it is able to corrupt weak-minded humans easily and the larger it is the harder it is to resist; like other auras, this can be used to overwhelm an opponent easily. Sayaka’s Jaki is large in its own right, and through it she is able to overwhelm many low-level demons and Yokai easily from the sheer pressure of it in the surrounding atmosphere. Jaki’s appear to be a demonic wind, however, that does not mean that it can be absorbed like one; it is an aura, there is a difference in that and Demonic Energy.

Soul Connection: Unbeknownst to Sayaka, otherwise now known as Natsu, Hikari’s and Sayaka’s souls have now been conjoined by Hikari having soul bound Sayaka’s soul to two weapons made from Hikari’s own Soul Essence. Because of this, Sayaka and Hikari can now sense each other and know when one another is in trouble. They can also call on one another’s powers, granting them both much more strength than either know at the moment. Hikari does know, however, Natsu does not and cannot learn until she is at her most dire of circumstance.
Sieg;

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
When you have gone through the centuries, walked the path of undeath and had a mind to call your own with you even if you lacked a soul within, you tended to pick up on certain things that despite how time passed never changed. Time went on, the strong fell, the weak raised and grew powerful, kingdoms rose and fell, and so did monarchs and sometimes in the most unexpected ways. An example was this one, the moment he saw how she took upon her new role despite the outside smile a part of him felt a bit bad for her. Poor kitty didn’t knew the mess she was into, she didn’t knew who she was going to mess with…if anything, a part of him that still spoke like that moron of a priest felt a bit bad for her, for what Grey would do to her in the future if things went south. Maybe it was because she was forced into this role while unprepared, or maybe because she helped the former Princess with the same naive kindness he had saved a witch life so long ago…but nevertheless she had no clue of what was to come

Well can’t be helped…better take advantage from this while I can

He had a job to do, an eternity to survive through and if that meant take the world by the horns and twisting that bitch of a life around along with everyone in it then so be it. For now he would be of help, he would smirk just like now and go after her, if she wanted a dog he might aswell bark, if she wanted a partner he would be around…as long as the profit was there, as long as he saw a reward ahead…and the moment no reward would be around…well…let’s not dwell into that now. All he did for now was, just chuckling rather darkly as he cracked his knuckles

You sure I can’t get a try to? In the end might aswell save you a few bucks in doing so Kitten

He half joked and yet half said the truth, in the end why not? He had gotten paid like that before and it wasn’t so unpleasant as it sounded or at least it wasn’t in his case. One night, a single night of joys and pleasures in which if you forgotten about rules and inhibitions you would enjoy and you would save money in doing so, what was so bad in it? At least it was the way he claimed he thought, after a life of upholding senceless rules to remain pure just to die later like a poor bastard…screw it, if no holy being watched over him then why should he live by the rules they supposedly claimed? He was going to enjoy every single taste this world had to offer…and truth to be told, he always had a thing for witches. Call it madness, but no man knew love until a witch came their way, they had a way to do things that left your head spinning, and if the feline with her newfound sudden stroke of power and confidence wanted to, why not? Not like he was being charged to have a taste of beauty in a nice and wild shape. But he decided not to press it, only grinning as he followed behind. It was time to kick down a few doors and claim a nice comfy throne for the Kitty Kat

((TC Wrath))

A Jealous Guy – The Embassy of Hell : PD

 

Tsu:

 
You think Nicholas would still be happy when Valmont got out of the tub but, he wasn’t, the feeling had dropped moments later. He could hear it in his voice that he was done with what we were doing for now, Nicholas would watch him walk out only nodding. Sitting there in the water still he stared at the wall and pondered on a couple of things that came to his head. Was it going to be like this, until time for them to be together again? Was this all going to be done in secret behind closed doors, no one knowing? More things had went through his mind as he finally got up from the bathtub. He hoped it wouldn’t but, he wouldn’t push his luck on it. This was still so new to Nicholas and what was it that he was feeling at this moment? Maybe this is what it feels like to be in love and always want that one thing. Standing in front of the mirror he blinked a couple of times and looked himself over. It’s going to be okay, right? He asked himself as a gut feeling in the pit of his belly was telling him otherwise. Taking a towel he would wrap it around his waist and walk out into the room, walking about he picked up his usual clothing and got dress. After a couple of minutes he’d look in the mirror and started braiding his hair, a thought came back to how Valmont said it looked good down. Should he leave it down? No, he wouldn’t do that just yet, continuing he finished the braid and looked once again like he usually does.

After everything was finished Nic would walk out of the room shutting the door, he’d walk down the hall and passed a couple of maids, smiling and waving. He was usually liked upon the staff since he had the feminine charm around him, though he never talked long with them. Stopping by the kitchen doors he’d open them and look about seeing Carlos doing his stuff.

” Carlos, we have yet again another guest probably coming, make sure their is plenty of food.” He said and saw him turn nodding with a smile.

Shutting the door he’d walk down the hall more, something felt like he was being watched but, he’d ignore the feeling for now. Coming back to the main foyer, he’d walk to the desk and went about looking over a couple of things. He was half tempted to go see Valmont but, he wouldn’t, if anything was needed he’d call him. Going around the desk he would take a seat in the wooden chair, picking up papers and scanning over them, writing a couple of things and going about his work. Thoughts occupied his mind and he didn’t need them right now. With a small sigh he’d shake his head and went back to doing what he did.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

One of the kitchen staff, a young starry eyed baker by the name of Shia, couldn’t help but notice Nicholas as he came in to tell Carlos that they were expecting another guest and that they would need to make sure there was plenty of food. Having just put her tray of sweet breads in the oven, Shia had time up her sleeve. Over the scent of the many sweet smells and aromas of the kitchen, she couldn’t help but smell that….testosterone coming from Nicholas. What was it about him today, that was so….goddamn sexy? She slapped down her tea towel and then took off her apron, while Carlos went to check on getting enough plates and cutlery ready for another guest. This gave Shia the perfect, golden opportunity. She bit her lip as she snuck out of the kitchen, while Carlos was in the pantry.

Ducking down the hall, she knew where Nicholas’s office was, as she had delivered breakfast trays there before. She kept seeing that gorgeous image of him in her mind. The way his cheeks were showing that hint of pink. Those luscious lips. It had been a few weeks since she enjoyed her lover’s attentions and you could say she was a bit hard up for a bit of quick nookie.

Looking to see if anyone was coming, she smirked as she turned the handle of the office door, and then pulled the door open, only to step inside and see Nicholas at his desk. He looked….so hot right now.

Leaning on the door after she closed it, she started to unbutton her blouse. As far as she knew he had no other lovers. So it was just Nicholas and her….in the lonely office.

“Sir….fancy squeezing my buns.” She was pouting and showing off her huge rack. Her ripe breasts showing off for him to see, if he fancied a bit.

“You’ve been cooped up here too long. Need…a woman’s touch.” She started to stalk him.

The poor guy.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It had been quiet and Nicholas was to caught up in his paperwork and thoughts to realize someone was coming. But, once he heard the door open and a voice, he looked up. To his surprise he didn’t expect to see Shia standing there, with her breasts hanging out. A small blush came to the males face, he had to admit they were big and what she was doing was rather arousing, his male side was kicking in. This girl was wanting some affection, he could tell from the way she was, must of been a while since she had some. Nicholas wasn’t sure how he should react to this situation, he knew that he just went through a lot of other stuff right now, not long ago. It had been rarely at times that someone has come on to him, he’d always reject of course cause of his situation. Sighing he got up and walked over to her, meeting her half way. Stopping in front of her he’d hold his hand up to stop her.

” Shia, I don’t need a woman’s touch, nor am I going to squeeze your buns.” Nicholas said.

In the process he’d put his hands over his chest, waiting for her to back off but, he knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Shia was finding it hard to believe that Nicholas didn’t need a woman’s touch. He outright rejected the notion of squeezing her buns, even though that was really a play on words. Chewing her lip, the baker found herself transfixed by the way Nicholas was standing. Arms folded over his chest, like he was waiting for something. Maybe he had been denying himself from the sins of the flesh for another reason. But the baker could see a change. There was this new glow to his cheeks, even the way his hair sat. Just oozed sex appeal and she was getting all the wrong signals. Slowly, the baker tore off her shirt and let it fall to the ground, with her breasts now on full display.

“You coop yourself up here. I have watched you. Slaving away for the Ambassador, and doing everything he wants. Tending to his needs. Oh Nic. I can give you what you need. What you crave. I promise not to tell.” She brought a finger up to her lips as if to invoke a vow of silence.

“I have firm hands…a good grip. Wet lips that ache to be used by someone noble like yourself.” Her voice now had a husky edge. She approached him and tried to lace her arms around his neck so that he would feel the press of her great melons upon his clothed chest. “Oh Nic…you smell so good.” her voice becoming husky with lust, while rubbing her bare chest up and down Nic’s chest, whether he liked it or not.

From the back it was a very compromising position to find one’s self in. Just then the door to Nicholas;s office opened, and an angered looking Ambassador was standing in the doorway.

“Step away from him…..now.” the voice was so full of rage, and yet barely able to be controlled. Fearfully, the baker glanced back to see Valmont….and he was a sight that she would never forget.

“Ambassador…”

Oh now she was in for it. The Ambassador stepped into the room and then closed the door behind him. Slowly, Shia released Nicholas, now looking confused. The tension in the air so thick you could carve it.

“He asked me to have sex with him.” The baker started, now blaming Nicholas for the act they were caught in. She tried to cover up her bosom as though embarrassed, but the Ambassador knew better. He himself had the same woman hit on him, and though he found it flattering, he never actually did anything with her.

“He did?” Valmont asked questioningly, shooting a look at Nicholas which read…not to answer that. The girl bent down to scoop up her shirt, as the Ambassador stepped forward and the moment she went to stand, his hand shot around her neck and he held her well off the ground.

Shia struggled in his grip, the shirt now falling to the floor. The woman’s bosom bouncing as he shook her like a rag doll.

“YOU….ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A TAINTED SLUT. NICHOLAS HAS A LOVER.” he then squeezed his fingers so hard they buried into the girl’s neck as he held her at the very edge of her existence. His eyes changed to the sharpest shade of red, his nostrils flaring. He then finished the sentence.

“Me.” The sound of her neck breaking could be heard, the look of absolute shock on her face as her life drained out of her and was absorbed into the Ambassador’s mouth. Her body quaked for a few seconds before turning into a pile of ash on the floor.

Valmont was panting hard as the event reached its dramatic conclusion, before he fixed his gaze upon his lover.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

This was a very intense and awkward situation for Nicholas, he had never been full on from a girl before. Seeing her shirt drop he took in view of what was in front of him, she had a nice pair but, Nic wasn’t interested. She knew what he craved? He doubted, one thing he craved was the thing that wasn’t here right now. It had surprised him when she put herself on him, his hands slightly catching around her back, so he didn’t fall. Though what happened next made Nicholas nervous, Valmont had walked in and he had looked at him, his face was not of one he had seen before. The girl backed off and went to retrieve her shirt. Hearing her comment he slightly growled a bit in the back of his throat, he did not. His hand slightly clenched as he looked at her back. You bitch, I can’t believe you dare lie to him. He was about to respond until he heard Valmont and saw him look at him, him keeping silent now. Seeing the girl picked up and shaken he couldn’t help but feel bad for her now, though his words did shock Nicholas beyond belief. Valmont had just publicly displayed that him and Nichols were together but, the girl wasn’t around to tell. She was now laying in a pile of ash, watching the life being drain from her and the cracking, Nicholas had somewhat grown a bit afraid.

Though moments later he had realized this is what Valmont was, he was one for taking the souls of woman but he’d never seen the process in front of him. So once he was now looking at him, he was shocked on what to say. So many things ran through his head could he end up like that? He wasn’t fully a girl but, that didn’t make a difference. If he ever made him mad or upset, or simply crossed the wrong path would he be hurt? Nicholas simply stared at Valmont, no emotions on his face, just a very slightly pale face almost blank looking at him. Finally regaining his composure he started speaking.

” I.. I don’t think you had to kill her.. even if she deserved it. Is that how it’s going to be every time someone tries something on me?Nicholas asked, showing that he was concerned and slightly frightened but, not much.

Breathing slowly and quietly he had been back against the edge of the desk due to the girl jumping on him. His hands stayed by his side as he looked at the pile of ash, it was a truly frightening site but, their had been worse out there. No more words would come from Nicholas lips, as he looked back at Valmont, simply staring.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont quickly realized what he had done as the last of Shia’s ash rained down from his hand. He stood there, now shocked that his inner demon had revealed itself and committed murder right in front of his lover. The jealous streak, matched with the woman’s own lies about his lover wanting her, fused together and made him turn into the darker side of himself. The fear that was etched on Nicholas’s face was rightly justified, and as he stammered and questioned if this was how Valmont was going to be each time another showed interest, than they had very dangerous times ahead.

“But she said you wanted her. She lied. I know she did. You love me.” There was this unashamed innocence in his statement. Like he didn’t truly know how to deal with a rival. This woman, had bared her chest and was trying to get Nicholas to make love to her….then lied. Still, was that a good enough reason to kill her?

Nicholas must have been so frightened now, and who could honestly blame him. Valmont had not yet come out publicly about their relationship, this even being the first and it had set a horrible precedence. The look on Valmont’s face was one of confusion and such sadness. He had overreacted by punishing this woman with a death sentence that was carried out right before his lover’s eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me.” his head shaking as he brought his hand up and raked his finger through his unruly silver locks. He had never felt so strongly about anyone before, especially one that was not truly one sex or the other.

“My jealousy ruled my head.”

Valmont took a step back and his face was now etched in sorrow. Would Nicholas ever forgive him for this? The staff would start asking questions for certain. This may lead to an inquiry or worse. Valmont backed out of the room and closed the door. His footsteps heard getting fainter as he went to find refuge in another part of the Embassy to think about what he had done.

 

~RB~