The Maze of Greed – Part Seven : SS.

 

In order to help the human called Bandit, a curse would need to be broken.  Mariela has the strength to do it, but at what price?

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Dessy and Artie.

 

Dessy:  “My bad. Lydia is the cause of everything.” Mariela mumbled under her breath. She looked down at Bandit again, nodding her head in agreement. “Hm. I think “manipulative” fits him well.” she said, but looked up at Scar when she asked the questions. She kept silent, watching Scar as she let him answer the question about why they couldn’t use the hat. She still didn’t say anything, instead just frowning at Scar’s words. “You would think that every maze would have an exit. But, being how Lydia is pure evil, it wouldn’t surprise me if she didn’t make an exit.” she said, but gave the girl a small smile. “But don’t worry. We’ll find a way out of this maze.” she spoke determinedly.

Her gaze turned to Scar when he spoke about there being an exit. She raised an eyebrow, before pushing herself to stand up. “And that exit is…?” she started, narrowing her eyes as an eerie smile played on his lips. Then, he spoke again.

“You’d have to defeat Lydia.”

Mariela flinched at those words. “Should’ve seen that coming…” she gave a nervous laughter. Sure, she was a bit pissed at Lydia, but Mariela honestly doubted that she’d be strong enough to defeat Lydia. Lydia was clever, and evil. Powerful, even. Mariela was not. “Of course. In order to get out of this Danger Zone, we have to destroy whatever created it.” she spoke. “Which is Lydia.” she said. “Yeah, uh, is there another way out?” she spoke. “I mean, I wanna get out of this place, and I’m not the happiest with Lydia right now, but…” she trailed off. “Fighting Lydia? The Queen of all evil? I doubt there’sany chance in defeating her.” she spoke, now biting the corner of her mouth. She should have expected that defeating Lydia would stop this mess. She looked down towards Bandit again, continuing to bit her lip. She seemed to do that when she was nervous or scared. Bandit still needed help… but they had to get out of the maze.

 

Artie:  “Lydia.. Lydia..” Bandit searched for the name to put to a face, but could find nothing. She hadn’t yet heard of the new management in Greed, and to be frank, she didn’t care much for any of the royals. “I’d help, but if she’s some ‘Queen of Evil,’ I don’t think even at full strength I’d be able to help you much. I mean, I can’t help at all, now. I can’t feel my legs.” Bandit seemed bitter at her lack of abilities in general. It figured that she was the most under-powered in this realm, and without legs, she was an ant to others. Though she couldn’t feel her legs, the slight dampness that continued to creep showed they were still bleeding. Maybe not gushing, but the wounds had yet to fully close. Her breathing had remained hard and rough as she remained calm, keeping herself from screaming. This, at least, showed her stubbornness and willpower. If she’d had some sort of powers, she’d be a worthy adversary, indeed.

Her eyes stared into Scar’s without break, matching his own seriousness. This only furthered her show of will. “I’m assuming that this is the only way, aside from that hat, because life has to always be difficult, doesn’t it? Things can’t just be simple in Hell?” Bandit perked a brow, slight sarcasm and more bitter feelings creeping into her tone. It was more how ridiculous this all felt – what, was she in some sort of novel or something? Of course there had to be an ultimatum, and neither choice favorable.. Though, she barely knew Scar, and she was one for her own survival. Bandit wouldn’t have hesitated to take the hat, as she felt nothing to Scar… nor Mariela.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The smell of blood was wafting up from the ground where Bandit lay. Mariela’s attempt to heal the girl fell short of actually closing her wounds. Not to mention that the girl was now paralyzed from the waist down. If she couldn’t move off the ground, then what chance did she have to escape the maze. Scar’s smile remained fixed as he tilted his head downward and looked at that jeweled collar once more. The girl claimed that it caused hallucinations, but at the moment, the girl was speaking perfectly normal and not showing a touch of madness. Maybe the charm had worn off, or the Master of the collar was pre-occupied. Perhaps he was up in the castle Greed right now, banging Lydia. Who was to say? It was no secret that she took lovers now and again. Scar though, wasn’t her cup of tea. But back to the girl on the ground. She was showing her sarcastic edge, when lamenting that the only way out, aside from the hat would be difficult.

“Life wasn’t meant to be a picnic, girly.” The Alp was already feeling that standing around in this part of the maze was using up valuable time. Scar reached up and straightened the hat on his head to a more fitted position. Rounding on Mariela, he went to take her hands, and then whispered.

“Try to remove the collar. Focus…on the jewels. It was made by a Warlock, and I think you are strong enough to break it.” Scar stared at Mariela without looking down at the girl again.

“Free her from the link with Raul. It may be her only chance out of here. After that, she’s on her own.”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela turned her head to look at Bandit and gave an apologetic smile. “Once again, I’m sorry for that…” she apologized for Bandit’s lack of feeling in her legs. “And Lydia is a powerful individual. I, myself, probably couldn’t beat her.” she said. Mariela couldn’t help but laugh at Bandit’s next words. “I’ll be the first to tell you that Hell is far from simple.” she said, before turning to look at Scar when he spoke. She simply nodded her head in agreement, before Scar walked towards her and took her hands in his. He then told her to try removing the collar. “What makes you so sure I’m strong enough to break it, Scar? What if I can’t?”

Oh Mariela, self-doubting herself and her strength. The girl was much stronger than she thought or claimed she was – and it was obvious Scar could see that while she couldn’t. Lydia clearly had saw it, as well. But Mariela didn’t believe it. “I’ll try…” she said, removing her hands from Scar’s grasp and walking towards Bandit. She sat on her knees to the girl’s right, narrowing her eyes and looking down at the collar. “I’m gonna try to get this off… Don’t move…” she said. She took her hand and ran it over the jewels on the collar, staring at them. Scar told her to focus on the jewels. That meant it was something with the jewels that could break the collar off.

 

Artie:  The blonde would furrow her brows as Mariela moved closer, placing her hand on the collar and the jewels inscribed within it. Almost instantly, Bandit had winced away from her hand, further opening the door for Mariela to see her hard background… but at the moment, more things were important. Bandit bit her bottom lip, waiting, pondering… Her eyes closed as Mariela thought and pondered, an almost impatient feeling spreading through Bandit if she had not been so anxious herself. And then… A crack, the collar beginning to break itself open — air. Cold air pressed against her neck where it’d once been covered by the collar, a laugh of relief coming from Bandit’s lips as excitement filled her despite her disabled form. “Hey… Hey! You.. You did it! Shit! That’s awesome!” Her hands would move as she gripped the collar, tossing it away and then raising her hands to rub her neck, feeling at the skin that could now breathe..

 

 

 

Revenge is best served cold – SS.

Scene setting : Anarchy Division HQ.

co-written with Temp.

 

Razorbackwriter:  After having left Bandit lying in her own excretions and languishing in a dream that was bound to turn into something a little nasty, Raul was on a mission. He had not come to Hell to be nice to anyone. In fact he wanted the type of revenge that was best served in the most diabolical fashion imaginable. The Warlock had marked the poor girl named Bandit while she was in her drunken stupor in a dirty alley, then taken her to the local brothel house where he tricked her into believing that he was Riley – mixing her dream with his own disguise of Riley in real. He’d tossed a bag of coins at her feet and treated her exactly how he had planned to. As the little whore he always called her. Now, she may well believe that Riley – her true love thought the same. How wonderful.

Never one to be without a plan, the lanky Warlock wandered the roads of hell before coming upon the building to which he knew he would find the one that could bring even more heartache and pain to Bandit.

Anarchy Division HQ. Oh yes, these people would do the most evil of jobs for the right amount of cash. And cash was something Raul had a lot of. He was wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of most. Heading up to the front entrance, he used his Staff to rap upon the door of the castle like structure. Raul awaited a guard or someone inside to answer.

~RB~

 

Temp:  One of the main guards that managed the main entrance of the building would eventually take a look at the newest visitor. After a brief moment of observation, the door would open to Raul. A single soldier was standing nearby, and waved for him to enter the building.

“You don’t look like the type to fool around, so simply put…the boss is in the room at the end of the hall, if you’ve got a job for the Division or are looking for work she’s the one you wanna see…I’ll notify her of your presence.”

The soldier would then press a series of buttons on an out of view panel, which was him signaling Eva of a possible client. Raul was now completely free to enter the building and speak to the boss of Anarchy Divison, who was now waiting in the room at the end of the hall.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Listening intently to the words spoken by the first guard to approach him, Raul gave a simple nod and strode along past him as he made his way down to see the “Boss”. The fact that the boss was a woman, was somewhat surprising, but as Raul had come to discover over many a century that women were far more cunning and calculating than most men. The soft sound of Raul’s sandals slapping the floor as he walked would probably be heard as he approached the office.

Without bothering to even knock again, he simply entered the room and cast his gaze across at the fair haired woman at the desk. This would be Eva. The owner of the Anarchy Division. With one hand firmly clasping his staff, he stood regally and announced himself.

“I am Raul, High Priest of the Seven Kings. I have come far to seek your services.” His tone was very deep, almost like a rumble from deep within his chest. He wore a long skirt that sat just upon his hips, with a large strip of black cloth that was thrown over his left shoulder. His right arm featured a large tattoo of a Pharaoh and some other hieroglyphics. He was of Egyptian origin, and a strange one to find in the pits of Hell. Black eyes gazed down at Eva as he produced a bag of gold and tossed it upon her desk.

“There is more of this….if you accept my request.” Raul said this all with a dead panned expression. What was he after…and who?

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva sighed upon getting the alert from the main entrance guard, knowing that her time to relax was now up. She took another long drag of her cigar as she heard footsteps approaching her office. Back to work she would go. The door opened and revealed a relatively tall, rather good looking man. He didn’t look like any of her normal clients, but that really didn’t matter. What mattered was the reason he was here, which he was quick to reveal to her…at least partially. The bag of gold that followed his introduction was of a clear interest to her. She pulled her legs off of the desk and moved herself closer to the desk, pulling the bag along the way. After examining it’s contents she tapped some ashes free from her cigar, and looked up at Raul with a curious look. “I’m listening, please…have a seat.” She motioned towards the chair that was in front of her desk, and then put out her cigar. Her hands would come to a rest under her chin as she leaned forward, showing that she was now ready to get down to business.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Raul looked down upon the chair that Eva pointed to but instead of sitting, he said. “I prefer to stand.” Again his face showed no emotion. Raul would be a hard one to read. The Warlock noted that Eva checked the bag of gold that he had tossed on the table, and then went about smoking her cigar. For a woman, she acted more like a man – but that was none of Raul’s concern. He decided to go straight to the heart of the matter. The reason for his visit. He took out a small card, and then set it upon the table. It spun its way over to the woman behind the desk. On the very edge tip of the card till finally falling flat on the surface. The image on the card was….Bandit. The card also was animated so Eve could see clearly just what Bandit looked like. It was like playing various recordings of all the times that the Warlock had encountered Bandit over time.

Following the card, the Warlock spun his finger in the air counter clock wise as a dark collar came into being and then landed on the table with a thud beside the card of Bandit.

“I wish for your organisation to track down….or hunt this girl. When she is caught, you or your men are to place this collar around her neck.” The collar was made of a black leather with various precious gems fashioned into it. It also had hieroglyphic images on it. A curse…if you will.

“Once the collar is placed upon her and locked, I want her delivered back here. You are then to summon me….for collection.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva didn’t show much of a reaction to the denial of a seat, clearly not caring whether or not he chose to sit or stand. He was here to give her organization a job, and he had money, that was all that mattered. As Raul stood in front of the desk, objects began to appear on the desk in front of her. A nice animated image of the target, as well as a device to use against said target. “Quite specific…I like that.” She examined the card and the images it depicted, taking in the girls appearance bit by bit. She didn’t look all that special, so this was likely personal. “Sumka i zakhvatit’ rabota, da…interesno .”(A bag and grab job, yes…interesting) The job was straight forward and there was a decent bit of information already available, but more importantly the money was good.“My best soldier is on babysitting duty, so I’ll take care of this…personally.” Although she was happy with relaxing, this job had a pretty big payout, and she was actually kind of eager to get out and do a job herself. “So…grab the girl, put the collar on her, bring her back, and give you a call? Consider it done.” She couldn’t help but smirk in anticipation of her latest mission. Eva extended an arm and held out her hand for him to shake, which was more or less an agreement. Whether or not he shook it didn’t matter, although disrespecting her was not a wise move…no matter who you were.

 

Razorbackwriter:  One might wonder why a powerful Warlock like Raul would need the assistance in simply putting a collar on Bandit. After just having practically taken favors without consent, then leaving her a sopping mess at the brothel he had ample opportunity to place a collar on her. But….where was the fun in that? Revenge is best served cold. That was his new motto. Eva was impressed by Raul’s no nonsense approach and how he was direct in what he expected to be done for the price. Bandit wasn’t much to look at, this was true. Certainly not in the way she had been in the days when she toured the bizarre with Hajib.

Listening once again without speaking or showing emotion, Raul was intrigued that the owner of the Anarchy Division was going to do the job personally. She recanted the details of the kidnapping, collaring and returning of the girl to the letter, and Raul gave a curt nod in reply. Eva actually smirked when extending her arm out and offered her hand to shake. Raul took the woman’s hand and instead of shaking, he brought it to his lips, where he pressed his lips to it softly before lowering the hand and giving a shake.

If anything, Raul could be a gentleman……when it suited him.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva was slightly surprised by the courtly agreement, which consisted of a kiss upon her hand as well as a normal handshake. “My my…a gentlemen.” Now that was a lovely way to sign a contract, and treat a woman. She smiled as she shook his hand, and upon releasing it took hold of the card and placed it between her breasts. She then took the collar and gave it a bit of a closer inspection, curious as to what sort of properties it had hidden within it. “Anything else? Roughing her up okay? Or would you prefer I did this with a more stealthy touch?” She would have no problem with it either way. Beating her target into submission was a simpler method, but stealth was also an option available to her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Eva reacted well to the attentions of Raul. The way he approached her to kiss her hand before shaking showed he was not a total deviant. He showed the very barest hints of what was a smile upon the corners of his lips, before standing upright once more. Strange under certain lighting, his skin appeared to be darker, with the tattoos and markings almost radiant beneath a sheer glistening of fine beads of sweat. Raul’s eyes lowered slightly to the place where Eva stashed the picture of the target within her bosom. They lingered for but a second before he raised his gaze back to meet Eva’s eyes.

She asked if it was preferred if Bandit was rough housed on capturing to which the Warlock stated firmly.

“She is known to be a handful, Madame. I would strongly suggest that you be prepared for a fight. In fact….the rougher the better. The girl makes the most delicious sounds when being beaten into submission. I think she likes it.”

So, it would be not a matter of stealth in her capture. Brute force was the key to her capture.

“I trust you to meet with my requirements to the letter. Your establishment is well respected.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  So it would be a matter of beating her target into submission, which was actually what she preferred. From what she saw from on the card just moments ago, it would appear her target was much like Eva…human. However, she didn’t quite look like she had anywhere near the amount of experience in combat Eva had. She was never one to underestimate a target though, and she certainly wouldn’t start now. “I’ve been craving a brawl quite honestly, so hopefully she puts up a decent fight.” Eva wasn’t going to use any of the artifacts she had at her disposal, and instead would deal with this naturally. It was a sign of respect, from one human to another. “I’ll begin immediately, and notify you as soon as she is captured…hell, I’ll even gift wrap her for you.” Eva took a great deal of joy in her job, whether it be her commanding her soldiers or her dealing with something personally.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Raul found Eva’s enthusiasm to dish out a beating to Bandit to be refreshing. In fact, he liked her style and eagerness. Most leaders shied away from getting their hands dirty, whereas Eva relished in it. It was far more than Raul had expected, and while he was not as showy in his emotions, he respectfully showed his pleasure in her words by another slight bow from his upper waist, and then taking a step back on rising, so that Eva might attend to the matter forthwith.

It was also pleasing to hear that Eva would gift wrap Bandit for him. Now there was an offer he could hardly refuse. How would he liked her wrapped? This would take a bit of thinking on his part. A low chuckle came from his lips as he had an idea that would be sure to have Hell talking for days.

“What about…I hold a banquet where you and your organisation do attend. Bringing the target of course. Presenting her on an open buffet table…covered in fruit.”

How Eva would respond to this sort of request…was going to be interesting.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva took the second bow as a sign of respect, and couldn’t help but smile upon hearing him chuckle. Raul truly was an interesting character, to say the least. His clear enjoyment over her gift wrap suggestion was a refreshing change of pace over the boring and stingy clients she normally dealt with. His new request was even more grand than a standard gift wrapping, and sounded more like something you’d see in weird movie. As cheesy as it sounded, she couldn’t help but find it amusing.“Fantasticheskaya!” (Fantastic) It was definitely one of, if not the most strange request she had ever been given. That meant that it was new and interesting, which gave her new found motivation. Eva stood up and stepped over to the front of the desk, taking the collar into her hands along the way. “I can’t say no to such a unique request…I imagine my boys would find it delightful.” Her boys was a reference to the members of the Division, her soldiers. She knew that something like that would be entertaining and enjoyable, and would likely help lighten their moods. Stress relief was an important factor of maintaining an army, and it was rather tricky to successfully pull off.

 

Razorbackwriter:  If it was stress relief that Eva’s men needed from time to time, the boss of Anarchy Division was about to find out that the Warlock could offer her and her men so much more than just payment in cash and jewels. You see, he ran a very exclusive house within the walls of the Kingdom of Lust. Called the House of Red Velvet, it was a den of debauchery and sin. All your earthly and other dark pleasures and desires could be fulfilled from any of his slaves or concubines.

As Eva was about to pass the Warlock, he produced another card that happened to be a deep blood red colour. The card floated down and into Eva’s hand. Another one of the Warlock’s tricks. “My card. You will find the address of my House on the back. If this job goes well, we can have you all attend the banquet and your men are free to use…whatever takes their fancy. On the house, of course.”

It seemed that Raul was very generous to those that were able to serve his needs. What with being part of the Lust kingdom, there may even be the chance of new jobs at Raul’s referencing. This was sure to be a very strong business partnership.

“Forgive me, but…I still don’t know your name, Madame.”

The Warlock stood regally, again showing respect towards the owner of the organisation. He felt parting without addressing her properly to be insensitive.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva was always thinking of what might do her soldiers good, as the morale of the members of the Division was extremely important. It was a simple fact that the more mentally stable you were, the better you performed. Brothels usually did the trick, as well as catering special food and drinks. When the card was produced and she was given the rather generous offer, she smiled once again. The pay for the job was impressive, and on top of that her soldiers would be treated? She wasn’t going to complain, that much was certain. Eva had begun to step towards the exit of the room, clearly eager to get started on her job. She would come to a stop however, when Raul mentioned not being given her name. Her body turned back towards him as she placed the card with the one from earlier. She twirled the collar around one of her fingers, placing a hand on her hip while she gave him a confident look. “Eva Leskov…I have many nicknames, but only a select few of my soldiers use them.” She really didn’t care what people called her, whether it was something like Big Boss or even something like Fry Face. There was little need for her to be concerned over such trivial things, although…nobody that had called her Fry Face was ever heard from again.

Razorbackwriter:  “An enchanting name for a beautiful woman.” Raul said politely. The way in which he spoke had a dark almost alluring way about it. The kind of voice that you just want to sit and listen to. “I thank you for your time.” This was the moment that Raul would take his leave, turning to get the door for Eva so that she might leave first. “After you, Eva.”

Watching her, he stood without moving till she had made her way through then he intended to follow her out and head for the exit. His work here was done, and now he intended to head back to the House of Red Velvet to make way for his….newest attraction. No doubt Eva would be swift in her endeavors, and he had no reason to doubt her talents.

His sandled feet made barely a sound as he walked out the door and off into the night.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Eva went ahead and took the compliment without complaint, finding no reason to object to what he had said. After the incident that left a great deal of her body scarred, she grew to hate people speaking about her appearance. Of course, it was only a phase and quickly passed. There was never a moment since then that she felt insecure about her looks, in fact she grew to like her scars. It made one stand out in a crowd, and could be used in intimidation. Regardless of all that, she smiled at Raul as she walked away from him. He had handled their discussion with good manners and respect, not to mention money and incentive. She had told him she would start immediately, and she had meant it. Eva gathered a few things that she figured she may need, and then made her way towards the exit. Before she left she informed one of her highest ranks what she would be doing, as well as the benefits it came with. He was then told to spread the word among the other members. Eva then left the building, now in search of her target.