Rise of the Horsemen.

Then I saw when the Lamb broke one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures saying as with a voice of thunder, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.

Pestilence: Obviously has power over disease. Whomever this horseman touches will immediately become ill or it will take effect over time. Anyone can become ill by this horseman, even demons and angels including Lucifer.

When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, “Come.” And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.

War: This horseman’s strength is almost unbeatable. This horseman can cause a battle between even the best of friends. If decided to, War can turn any emotions to anger and is the second hardest horseman to battle.

When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard something like a voice in the center of the four living creatures saying, “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; but do not damage the oil and the wine.”

Famine: Will cause starvation and drought. In any area where Famine is present, no crops will grow and any lake or pond will dry up within a time. You will notice the people in the area have suddenly become thinner and weaker, and this horseman has the power to consume any living creature, sucking them dry until they are weak with Famine.

When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.

Death: The final horseman, Death is the deadly combination of all the horseman and holds the fate of everything living in its hands. This is the one horseman that you cannot escape, for Death is everywhere and will always catch you. The single touch of Death is enough to stop the heart, and if Death were to touch an angel or demon then they would not die necessarily, but they will be wounded. This is the strongest horseman, and will ultimately decide if the end is fated to come or not. ​

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The time has come
As predicted, the Apocalypse is upon us at last. A traitor has broken the seven seals and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have been released and now walk this Earth among us. Only the forces of the pure and mighty are able to fight this new threat. God has sent his angels to protect his children from the wicked intentions of his once beloved son Lucifer, to keep him from causing the deaths and extinctions of the humans race.
Which side shall you be on? Will you protect God’s creatures, and fight the demons who dare interfere with life and change Fate, or will you be on the side of Lucifer, and fight for the death of every human being who walks this Earth. The fight has begun…
Leggo:

Hush my child…it’ll be over soon…”

The calm voice swept over the dying woman, wrapping her in a blanket of icy air as she lay there, dying in the street. Her blood was soaking the ground, her side nearly ripped open and glass shards inside the wound and on the ground beside her. She had been in an awful car wreck, thrown from her vehicle through the windshield and now she lay in a puddle of her own blood, grasping for life and gasping for every breath she could possibly take. But the icy voice that had sounded…was that just her imagination, or a hallucination? It had not been, it hadn’t been either.

Soon a petite figure hovered over the dying woman, a pale icy hand reached out and smoothed a stray hair from the woman’s face, and she understood now that she lay there, staring into the face of Death. The woman who stood above her with that calming voice and soft touch had such a gentle expression on her pale face. Her eyes glowed a beautiful bright silver, her pure white hair whipped around her as the icy wind continued to blow, not that the woman felt it. This woman…she looked so calm and peaceful, when would she feel that way again. The hand that pushed the hair out of her face now hovered just above her cheek, and Death spoke again.

“You will be at peace now Sarah, just close your eyes and let me embrace you.”

The woman did as she was told, and a peaceful smile graced her blue lips as she finally closed her eyes, and the moment she did, Death placed her icy hand to her cheek, and Sarah Humphrey’s suffering had ended. The corpse now lay there, a frozen calm smile on its face, and Death reached out and caressed her features once more before standing and walking away from the body. Sarah had been fated to die that day, as had many others. Morana, as she would be called in this human state, would be visiting many more that night as their fates caught up to them. Many would fight it, much like Sarah had, but no one can ever run from Death.

She left the scene, hearing sirens and ambulances rushing to the scene, but it was far too late. Sarah had been claimed already, and so would many others. She knew that the end was near…and she would reap every soul that was fated to die on that fateful day. Being the bringer of demise, Death had no choice but to end the lives of the many…but she too feared that the end would bring so much more. Fate was such a gentle and delicate timeline, and those who tried cheating their destiny would meet death sooner than they ever expected.

The pale horseman looked back, those glowing silver eyes surveying the area, before she turned, another icy wind roared through, and she vanished without a trace, moving on to reap the next poor soul doomed to be touched by her icy hand..

Axel:

“What is even the point of this young one? The ones before you have failed and so shall you.” The young, sickly thin man spoke coolly as he watch the challenger before him grow weaker and weaker. The ground they stood on had already withered and dried completely. Nothing but dust in the wind was left.

“Ever since you set foot in this town it has been nothing but misery! Our crops are gone and the cattle have been dropping like flies! It must end!” The poor soul glared at him, but Famine remained completely glacial and unmoving. Which only seemed to cause more anger and frustration to rise within them.

Why were they always like this? He could not help what he was or what he did nor could he control it even if he wished to do so. “I suggest you turn away and forget this now, leave if you wish. While there is still some bit of life left in you.” He was trying so hard to be reasonable, but to no avail. The challenger lunged forward, pure determination in their eyes. Until their blade passed straight through his cloak and the void rib cage below. All that remained then was utter horror as they realized what he was and as they watched their body quickly begin to shrivel up to the appearance of a mummified corpse. They looked to him as if he would know how to reverse this, but nothing.

“P…please…just leave us…I…I will give you anything at all if you want, but please just leave.” They croaked out as their body shriveled up further. Regret and fear filling their eyes.
Famine stared down at them expressionless. “Alright.” Without another word he turned on his heel and walked away. If only they had headed his warnings they would not have to suffer in this sorry state. Drained of energy and dying, they could have escaped and at least found another place to live until they met another fate. The were such a foolish kind.

TGWS:

Ipios flew in the city outskirts, somewhere he knew he would be out of sight of humans. He always enjoyed flying, few angels knew the gift it was to be able to fly and appreciate it thinking it as a right and taking it for granted. He remembered how he once tried to pass on that philosophy while teaching them to fly and wondered if they truly grasped that lesson, he sighed he would never find out from either of them now,, or see them for that matter.

He groaned the flight was meant to calm him, trying to get his mind out of what he had done but it was failing. Maybe it was what he deserved, he was expecting too much to think that he deserved any peace. He sighed as he flew back into town, finding a quite corner to change into his human form without being seen. Once done he walked the streets of the city aimlessly. Once a proud soldier of Heaven’s army, now a vagrant among humans who didn’t care about him and unaware of what was to come. He still had to protect them though, soldier or no, if not for what he believed in to spite the powers that be in hell and thin the horde. The deserved it of what they made him do.

 
Razor:

In the midst of a hospital emergency ward, few people ever really stood out. All that were waiting to be seen had some affliction, or a wound that needed treating. Some of the people waiting to be seen had been there for hours. Staffing cuts and changes in budget allowances meant that this once proud establishment, to heal the sick – was running on a shoe string and barely able to hold it altogether. The solitary nurse that was behind a laminated screen looked at though she had been working a double shift. There were noticeable bags under her eyes. She could keep drinking coffee in order to stay awake, but it would do her little good. The steady drone of the waiting room television and the cry of a sick baby in the arms of impatient mother melded together to create a sick lullaby. Some patients were actually asleep sitting up, having been there so long. Few people from this end of town had the money for private health cover, and so they had to resort to being treated like dying cattle awaiting to be herded onto a ship. The walls of the waiting room were a sad grey color – in some parts flaking off. A door to one of the consultation room finally opened, and a tired looking doctor with disheveled hair, sung out the next number in turn.

“Number 156….1..5..6”

The woman who had been holding the crying infant lifted her head and you could see the wave of relief on her face as she struggled to get up. Holding her baby with one arm, and trying to pick up her nappy bag with the other. All the other patients were either happy to see the back of the crying bub, or disappointed that it was not their turn. As she shuffled past the row of the sick, the doors to the emergency waiting room opened, and a shabbily dressed man ambled in. On his finger was a strange looking ring that bore an emerald colored stone. The jewel stood out, because it almost shone in the dull UV light of the waiting room. The man came to a stop, and looked over the hundred or so patients that were all waiting for their turn to see the Doctor. To some this scene might be terribly depressing. From the color of the room, to the sad re run on the antiquated television set on the wall. The stack of magazines on a side table looked like they were from the seventies. At some point in the Hospital’s history, this would have been a state of the art facility. Now, it was like the waiting room to Hell itself.

Pestilence couldn’t be happier.

Making his way over to the nurse’s station, he leaned on the counter with a droplet of saliva hanging from his bottom lip. The nurse looked up at him as though to look through him. She slapped down a clipboard, that had a pen attached. “Fill this out…and then bring it back. Waiting time is about two hours minimum.” She wasn’t about to offer excuses, or apologies for the long wait. Anyone with a brain could see why. Understaffed and underfunded. “Welcome to America” Pestilence’s head drooped as he reached for the clipboard, but not before two droplets of his saliva dripped onto the counter. Walking away to take a seat with the other sickly beings, he didn’t bother to look back to see if the nurse had cleaned the bench. He already knew by the look of her, she was beyond caring about hygiene. All she wanted was to go home to her one bedroom apartment and sleep.

Sitting down next to a young man that was nursing what looked to be a dislocated elbow, Pestilence took up the pen, and then licked the end of it – kind of like you would a pencil. Some people had such strange habits. The young man happened to look at Pestilence before uttering. “You’ll die here of boredom before anyone is going to look at you, Man” He had already been there for well over three hours. Instead of acting annoyed by this man’s statement, he actually smiled. “Oh, I don’t think so…in fact I am going to enjoy my time here.” Pestilence dropped the pen on the floor, only for another lady to pick it up and hand it to him. “You dropped this, Sir.”

Coughing, without covering his mouth: Pestilence took back the saliva covered pen and then twirled it between his fingers, sending a small spray of droplets through the air. It was all so easy. The old air conditioning system, along with the antiquated fans pushing around the air would soon spread his vile bacteria unseen to the many that were waiting to get medical help. You could say that Pestilence was doing them all a service, both staff and patients alike…….for soon there would be no more waiting. Death would become them all.

Shadow:

Smoke rose high in the air above what was left of a two-story farmhouse. A small distance away, one could see several out-buildings and barns burning as well. A lone rooster could be heard crowing somewhere not far away. Horses, cattle, sheep and chickens were scattered around the fields, laying down like they were sleeping. Of course, everyone knows that horses don’t sleep laying down and there was something off about the position the sheep were in. If you went closer, you would see a gaping hole burned into all of the livestocks’ sides. No one alive seemed to be nearby. The only movement to be seen was the rooster and the flames that were beginning to devour the dried grass. Suddenly, a figure in white flew down towards the house and landed softly near a man who was laying on the ground.

Alora sighed heavily as she went over and knelt by the farmer. He had a hole in his side that looked the same as the animals’ and he seemed to be gasping his last few breaths. She placed her hand on his forehead and closed her eyes, trying to see if there was anything she could to do save him. However, the only thing she could do for him was to reduce his pain slightly. Realizing there was nothing more she could do, she moved on to the farmer’s wife. She was laying not far from the house with the same wound as basically everyone and everything else on the farm. Alora tried to save the woman, but she was inches from death, like her husband. Alora ground her teeth in frustration as she moved away from the woman.

The thing that made her the most angry was that she had failed to avenge these people. She had tracked the demons that had done this for a long time, but something had covered their trail. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the strong smell of smoke and death. She couldn’t believe any angel could do this, no matter how far they may have fallen. The fact that her father was now among them was unbearable. Who would kill animals just because they were there? And, she knew that there were three children in the burned and destroyed farmhouse. The only thing she could hope for was that the family would all go to Heaven together. She would have to ask Michael if he knew, the next time she saw him. She spread her wings and flew up to the clouds, needing a little time to forget what she had just seen. Those demons would pay for what they did and she would make sure of that.

 
Leggo:

It was just as Pestilence had predicted, for when disease manages to spread it’s filthy way across the world, it isn’t too long before Death makes an appearance nearby. In fact, the entire waiting room which had to have already been chilly in the first place became so cold so suddenly. If anyone in that room could be bothered, all they would have to do is blow out a strong breath and no doubt it would’ve formed a small cloud thanks to the new chill in the air. Not long after the chill took place, the door opened and a figure made it’s way casually towards the desk, hair whipping around her body slowly and her stride never faltered even once as she seemed to glide to the nurse’s station. Though no one looked up at the strange newcomer, perhaps because no one could see her, except of course her brother if he so wished.

Death had come on official business, and there was no reason to allow the humans to see their fate right at that moment, some of the anyway.It was rare that the horsemen ever allowed herself to be seen by the humans, except in certain instances much like with the young woman who had passed earlier that night. It was to put them at ease, it always seemed to calm them much more, perhaps gave them more of a sense of acceptance with their death with they looked into the face of their fate.

Her visit to the hospital however, would seem as though it’d take much longer that originally planned. You see, originally Death had only a few souls to reap that night from this dingy hole of a hospital, but now that Pestilence had been spreading his diseases around the place, it wouldn’t be too long before she would be back and claiming more lives at the expense. In fact, Death paused in her stride, and those bright silver eyes lowered to her brother and spoke quietly, the area around her growing much colder as she spoke to the other horsemen.

Continue spreading such as this Pestilence, and their demise will come too soon.”

Elven:
Lucifer walked the empty city side streets, or well, Inanis as he was called now. This form was by far his favourite, it felt right, but he knew that would change. Within a while he’d find a new form, like he’d always done. Sometimes a young girl, other times an old man, always with a different name, never with a different purpose. The only things that truly changed were the societies of humans, and while dwindling through the alleys he smiled back at the time when people were still truly afraid of him, his job had been easier then. Was it because there were less people to manage then, or because they still had this fear of God paddled into them…
A man passed him by, giving the boy an odd look. In the passing he mumbled about ‘damn disrespecting youths’. The boy looked back, not particularly afraid, more out of curiosity. In the end the man walked on, to the end of the street where a few people seemed to wait for him. Quietly Ina closed his eyes and put his hands in his pocket, then started half singing half talking to the tune of the old folk song Scarborough fair.
Are you going to scarborough fair?

The men talked for a bit, thinking he couldn’t hear them. “Do you think he has some of those fancy electronics on him?” of course he had, he had never been one to stray away from human innovation, as the devil he had to be open to new ways of torture of course. “I think so, those clothes look expensive too.” That was a half truth, they were no where near true expensive, but they weren’t on the cheap side either. He had to watch his appearance after all. “He’ll be an easy target boys, just go for it.”
Parsley, sage rosemary and thyme
The song had little to do with his situation, and he could’ve chosen any. That was how little he cared about those men, he wouldn’t even try to find a fitting song. Footsteps moving his way, of course they didn’t think he’d notice. But that was why he was here wasn’t it? And they took it, hook line and sinker.
Remember me to one who lives there
He continued his song, and now the thugs heard too. Why is he singing? Is he insane? Doesn’t matter, we just beat and rob him anyway. They would’ve… like they did to all those before, Paul, Jasmine, Hashim, Gerrit… and many more names had passed him by. Why he picked this one up, he didn’t really know, it just interested him. Hell got boring so quick, but the glance on the face of people who stared into the eyes of the devil and showed that kind of guilty fear only the sinners knew… now that got him worked up. They were worked up too though, three men, and soon they’d be dead. He wouldn’t mind seeing Death again though, she had this way of handling things that he could appreciate.
She once was a true love of mine

“What are you singing boy, how about you give me some money instead?” Two men grabbed his arms and forced him on his knees. The third one took out a gun and held it to his head. It was a real one too, with several people on it’s name. The iron against his forehead felt cold and nearly sad that he had been used for such atrocities.
“Don’t worry now… it’ll be fine.”
“You talking to yourself now boy? You really nuts aren’t ya? Going to ask it friendly one more time. Give us your money.” The man seemed finicky, like he didn’t want to kill another. The man had never wanted to kill, it was just situational, but that plea was reduced by the fact that all those situations had been created by him himself. All those murders were on his name, and his buddies there.
“Are you scared Mr. Porter? I am not going to give you money, but I will give you a little thing to think about… little Tracy never was a true love of yours.” A grin crept up on his face, showing his now pointy canines, and the last thing the man would ever see in life were those blood red eyes telling him the only truth he ever cared about. All his life was pointless, in fact, the world would’ve been better off without him there in the first place.Ina stared at the men, laying bloody on the wet ground. He had returned to his normal form, he didn’t like being in the other one too often. As much as he liked the face of sinners seeing his true intentions in their last moments, all the innocent and good people getting afraid of him only made him uncomfortable, as odd as that sounded. They were out of his league, out of reach, they belonged to an entirely different realm altogether, where there was light and warmth and kindness of heart. If his ‘work’ helped that realm exist then he would gladly bear it, that didn’t make him good or bad or anything inbetween, simply a necessary evil.
And tell her to make me a cambric shirt…
Now what punishments would he bestow those three?
Razor:

Pestilence’s eyes were rimmed with a redness that spread to his nose. Like the skin was aflame beneath the surface. You’d easily think that he was suffering from a flu virus, or perhaps a very nasty cold, when in fact this was his happy face. Unlike others, his way of causing such destruction was by the most subtle and unseen gestures. Humans really were the easiest marks. And what better place to spread disease, than to do it in a hospital. This is where many had such low immunity that they were in fact sitting ducks all lined up in a row. The Horseman of Disease fitted into this setting with relative ease. And just as he had predicted….Death did arrive, though it was earlier than she had anticipated. Oh yes, he saw her when no one else could. That was the beauty of her nature. Only exposing herself at just the right moment. For now, it would appear that Pestilence was speaking to himself. Hallucinating from his illness.

Continue spreading such as this Pestilence, and their demise will come too soon.” Was Death upset that Pestilence had just given her a larger work load? Taking out his dirty linen kerchief, he sneezed into it so loudly that it startled the man he was sitting next too. “Bless you.” Ugh, the Horseman shot the man a look of disgust. What was with people saying “bless you”…? Oh yes, those that remembered the Great plague. Now that…was a work of art. The Black Death. A third of Europe’s population was wiped out and Death was kept busy for the seven years between 1346 and 1353. Pestilence was capable of great acts of destruction against the living. He had truly been in his element back then..

Instead of being thankful, Pestilence pocketed his kerchief and then used placed his hand on the man’s shoulder to help himself rise to standing – only spreading more of his germs. Think of it as a parting gift. Turning away from the cursed waiting room, he went back to the nurse’s station, where the night shift nurse was looking a little…green. Pestilence tossed back the clip board with the slime covered pen.

“I never was one for waiting around.” The board clattered onto the counter, whilst the nurse picked up the pen and shook her head at the Horseman.

Now he was ready to face Death with a smirk. “Oh Sister…I saved time. Why, the morgue is just down stairs.” Meaning that those that died in the hospital were probably going to end up here anyways. Slowly he ambled out of the waiting room, not caring to see his effectiveness. It was more the fact that he knew that all that had been in that small room with him, were on borrowed time.

“Feel free to try and keep tabs on me, Sis.” Was that a challenge?

Axel:

“Hrmm…” Famine looked at the devastation all around as his horse trotted forward. Beasts of burden all around with holes burned into their sides. It was nothing but death and choking smoke from a farmhouse engulfed in flames. Truly a tragic sight, but nothing that could be helped. It was not like they could control the demons. “Well this is no fun…it appears as though some demons have gotten to this area already.” He spoke calmly to his steed. Patting it as he hopped down to get a better look.

Closer to the farmhouse a man and woman lie dying slowly and painfully. The must have been the owners of this place. What a pity, the weak creatures stood no chance at all. He grimaced as one reached out to him and swiftly moved his foot out of the way. They groaned and looked up at him in despair, as if he could do something. “I would not do that if I were you unless you wish to suffer more before you die…just lie there and enjoy whatever moments you have left..Death will be here soon enough.” He narrowed his eyes as they reached out for him again.

“Fools..” He scoffed. Taking a spear from the back of his steed and using it to drag the sorry human over to his wife. A more peaceful look appeared on their faces. “Do not look at me like that. This is not an act of mercy. It is only a small payment for whatever life you have left on this farm. I intend to take what’s left, until it becomes as desolate as the great deserts.” He flipped his cloak up as he turned sharply towards the barn.

Shadow:

Alora flew in circles over the farm for a while, watching the smoke billow up into the air. She didn’t know why she was staying here, in this depressing place. After all, there was nothing else she could do for the farmer or his wife. Maybe part of her hoped someone would come along that could save them. Then again, the other part of her imagined that her presence was soothing to the couple in their last moments. Neither of these fantasies were likely to be true, but it made her feel a tiny bit better.

Suddenly her thoughts were disrupted by the presence of something rather dark and disturbing. She made a quick dive towards the ground as she saw a figure moving the farmer’s body. She landed quickly, lacking her usually elegance as she hurried over to where the figure was.
What do you think you are doing? Stop touching them, you foul beast!”
She cried, moving between the figure and the bodies with her wings flared. She didn’t know who the young man was or why he felt so different from a normal human, but she didn’t want anyone near the dying couple. She glanced back at the humans, wondering what he had done to them. To her surprise, they both looked more peaceful as they held each other’s hands. She turned back to the young man, trying to hide her surprise and slight embarrassment. She slowly tucked her wings against her back again, attempting a more calm appearance.
Who are you?”

Axel:
Famine was startled by the appearance of another being. He hadn’t expected or sense anything else of significance around this area. So much so that he had to force a calm expression on his face as he swiveled around to see them….great. An angel, just what he needed to show up.. “No need to make such a fuss. There is not much more I can do here anyway..everything is dead or close to it so I hardly have any reason to stick around too long.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at her coldly, the metal of his armor clanking against his ribs. “And I suggest the same of you unless you wish to meet a similar fate…and this is not a threat, but a warning, angel.” He made a slight motion to the shriveling plants and creatures at his feet. “I can assure you that it is far less pleasant than death…”
 
Diamond:

War walked down a street, a rather unsavory street at that. There were several humans dressed in what War understood was gang attire. All of the people seemed to be clad in the same color, which, as War had been told, meant that they all affiliated with one another. That meant they weren’t keen on fighting, which meant War was unhappy. War let his presence seep into the minds of the thugs on their porches. The gangsters began getting up, drawing their weapons, shouting at each other.

A smile tugged at War’s lips as a shot rang out. The two sides of the street erupted into gang warfare, bathing the street in the blood of the disgusting humans that lived there. War went on his merry way, enjoying the chaos he had caused. He was sure his sister would enjoy his handiwork. Still, something felt slightly wrong. War felt like he wasn’t quite doing his job. He wasn’t fighting, he wasn’t in the thick of the fighting. War wasn’t waging his namesake, he was merely causing skirmishes between small time factions.

War needed to cause something major, or he needed to get the war between Angels and Demons into full swing. Either worked for the Second Horseman. Until he could enact his plan, War walked down a now lonely road.

Evelien:

Lilith was in a dank little motel room in the middle of a gang ridden town with two humans, boyfriend and his beat up girlfriend. She had heard fighting in it as she walked past it from her last meal and decided to see what the matter was. Breaking the pathetic excuse for a door down she walked in only to see a shocked young man holding a bloodied motel lamp with a younger female on the ground crying, the blood coming from her head wound matching the dark dirty red carpeting.

“How dare you?!” Lilith exploded immediately her eyes turning black in the blink of an eye. She didn’t even for another of the ridiculous excuse for a man’s heart to beat once more before she was on top of him. He dropped the lamp as she attacked him her nails pierce the soft flesh of his abdomen like a hot knife through butter.

“You men are so stupid, thinking you are just god’s gift to women?!” She demanded but the poor man was too busy screaming in utter pain as she was gutting him, to even notice her speaking. How rude.

“Well guess what?” She smiled evilly showing him his insides.

“Now you’re the Devil’s gift for me!” She laughed manically as she emptied his abdominal cavity onto the cheap cockroach invested bed. Laughing with dark satisfaction she licked her hands clean and turned around. To her disappointment the woman was gone.

“What, no thank you?” She muttered walking out of the room and looking for where she went when she suddenly heard guns shots, and lots of them. Yelling, screaming and crashes began coming from everywhere.

“Hey!” She yelled suddenly as an explosion suddenly blew through the hall way she was in. “Holy Hell!” She bark ducking away and wondering what on earth was going on. Did the apocalypse come early? She half joked to herself as she left the motel still covered in blood. Usually only this much chaos was scene during a war, even with all the gang members around this was ridiculous, then suddenly it hit her.

“WAR!! Where are you?!?” She yelled out irritated at how much chaos was happening she couldn’t tell who deserved what, and this had the twerp of a horseman’s name almost literally written on it.

The First Leviathan – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Kiri:

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

(TC: Unknown for the time being)


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

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“Kien Setsudan-ki!”

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

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

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

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

Tory:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who killed the first Leviathan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who sent you?”

~RB~

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

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

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

 

Gizora’s Blade – Battleship : Shattered Dimensions.

Gizora’s Blade – Battleship

 

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Previously…

– The ship would slowly ascend the detached office from it’s roots so the people inside wouldn’t have to move . Another reason for having pulled the structure off it’s initial area was so that the extraction would also take the escape criminals who all stood along one another on the destroyed roof of the prison .-

Charlie : ” That’s a giant ship ! ”

Leone : ” This is going to get some used to. ”

Leila : ” You’ll be fine m’lord .”

Celtan : ”This is family huh ? ”

Luke : ” Well then , shall we board ? ”

Gizora grinned at the gathered throng. “Not about to stand about like a fool. Follow me, now!” With a massive sweep of his hand, he brought it up and over to signal the departure from the Prison Interior, and to be phazed up onto the main flight deck of the ship. Known as Gizora’s Blade it was a marvel of technology and Terakain determination to conquer the low lifes of Alterus.

One by one his family appeared in behind him, but there was one that stood out. Leone. He was standing off to the far left and gazing at his own reflection in the specially constructed glass. His hand touching his face, as though this image that stared back at him troubled the man. It wasn’t lost on Gizora, who had been surveying the many control panels, as he passed the uniformed operators. Their indistinct chatter left like a buzz hanging in the air. With the blue hue of their monitors lighting up their faces, the rest of the deck was shrouded in an eerie darkness. It suited Gizora to the ground. As he walked, his form started to change once again. No longer was he displaying the massive horns, the red skin and pointed chin. He was now more like a ship’s captain. His uniform similar to those that were operating the controls, but with extra bars that meant he was the top most officer. It was interesting how Gizora took to different forms in different settings, almost like a way of blending in with his environment.

His hair was white, with golden eyes and a sharp face. Almost elven looking in a way, but there was a strange beauty to it. Very much the chameleon.

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He tugged on the edges of his cuffs, and without looking up at Leone, he said.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

A simple wave of his hand, and the visage of the Dark Lord changed to that of a female. It was easy to do, especially for someone as powerful as Gizora. The creator had his ways, and when it suited Gizora, he had his own that could easily match the creator in having those that serve him change forms.

That done, he turned back to face the rest that were in the flight deck.

“No time for loitering. Everyone to your stations!”

~RB~
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L I R Y U / Dark Lady of Chaos

The once dull hair color of the Dark Lord turned into a bright shining red, their eyes turning into a completely new color, and their body completely changing into that of a mature curvaceous woman. Liryu, the new name that Chaos itself went by; chuckled with glee as she swayed her hips over to the specially constructed glass, checking out her reflection as she nodded in satisfaction. Her horns, head dress, and armor itself stuck out more than anything, seeping with an evil aura around it as she spun around and giggled.

“Ahh~ I feel so, refreshed!~ I feel completely… new…”

Her voice changed from bubbily to a rather dark tone within a matter of seconds, her eyes showing no interest as she made one last prideful face in the reflection before turning around on her heels and walking to her station. The clicking of her heels could be heard from a distance away within the ship, which to her was a rather good thing. In a way, it let everyone know who was there at that moment and whom was approaching. She looked over to Lelia who was still following her new Lady like a lost puppy; it was always so adorable. She smirked at her subordinate and flipped some hair over her shoulder, looking her up and down as she giggled for almost no apparent reason. What to do with her, she has been of good use. But, recently with the Chaos of Change, she felt differently about Lelia. The entire out being of the Dark lord of Chaos changed, appearance wise and more or less personality wise as well.

“How could I use to be like that? I use to be so booriinnnng~”

She almost sung to herself in her head as she curled her finger in and out at Lelia, knowing what she would now do with her little… Toy.

“Leliaaa… Come with me to my station, keep me entertained!~”

She stated as she swung her hips around, enjoying her new form as she looked down at her body and snickered. Pleased at the view from above, and much of the view from every other angle as well. It was a beautiful thing to her, she would take advantage of this body as much as she could. Especially in combat, or in.. distracting others.. Walking around the rather large ship, looking around and getting use to the surroundings around her. Absorbing in everything that was happening, trying to blend in with the setting of this ship. Plastering a serious expression on her face, she walked up to her station and sat down in it. Making herself comfortable as she stretched and made a few groans while doing so before concentrating on what the next set of orders was.

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– Charlie would’ve stayed in the Hangar of the area ; sitting on some crates in quiet while attempting to create a origami . He seemed as if he was tired , and being tired usually constituted him about to switch to the Dark Lord of Insanity , but it seemed he was able to sustain a middle-ground of sorts but for now ; not much was going on with the male. –

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The Ship’s Bridge

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– Celtan was awaiting Gizora , just as Luke was but both took their own stances in doing so. Celtan stood near the operating systems while Luke was kicking back and relaxing on a chair ; awaiting for their Father to appear . Luke had a cup of coffee in his hand and proceeded to drink subtlety while Celtan fixed his collar and continued to observe as he was . His thoughts got the better of him , thinking about the continuous times he’s ran into the same people ; knowing that he’ll most likely run into those people again. Persistent they were , persistent indeed. They were able to observe the transformation of Leone into the New Woman that’s now taken the mantle of Chaos . The two would stay in a passive silence until something had changed. –

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Residential Floor

– The Group of Escaped Criminals were gathered at the Hallway where all the rooms to rest were located below the Destroyer’s personal floor , the group looked at each other and then at the lined up rooms . Who were going to go where ? The First person would leave the group to claim the biggest room at the end of the hallway of this area.-

Shen : ” I called it . * Room 1 * ”

Yama : ” I guess that’s settled.* Room 2 *”

Tenma : ” Overindulgence is quite the thing huh ? * Room 3 * ”

Ouken : ”…… * Room 4 *

Quartz : ” Thank you . ”

– They all walked their own paths to their rooms and labeled their doors with their names with the pads located to the right on each door before entering it. Quartz would’ve bowed to Ouken for having saved him back then in Block 5 before returning to walking towards the Fifth room with a cast upon his wounded arm and a sharp expression in his eyes. –

Quartz : ” I will return the favor in full. * Opens and proceeded to slam the Fifth door shut* ”

The Oracle : The Embassy of Hell – PD

Was the Oracle’s predictions leading the Embassy staff into unknown dangers?  Or was that her plan all along?

 

Kiri:  

 

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“Hmm… sounds like things must be getting interesting.. though it’s not the interesting I’d prefer obviously.”

A voice, calm and almost calculating in a chilling way that was surprising to the ones who’d been there for awhile. It came from nearby shadows, or rather a shadow that was currently forming, straight from nowhere. It was a bit strange, yes, but of course, the male who was beginning to form from this portal of darkness was the strangest and most mysterious male in Hell; in his own personal right of course, considering no one yet knew his full heritage except a few select individuals. However, while Valmont may have been used to the random and unexpected appearances of this male, Nicholas and whoever this other female was would not. After all, even if Nicholas knew Zachary’s heritage, he hadn’t had this happen to him yet.

Zachary Knight, having now fully formed with his sword in sight, and the darkness melting away from his form, stood at a moderate height with midnight colored hair and blue eyes with crimson pupils; those eyes seeing all the energy around and inside of the others, giving him a seventh sense which was an allowance to read individuals like books. Zachary gave the trio a small, sly grin which spoke of an intelligence that was always plotting away at something, regardless of his neutral disposition. Of course, this moment was no exception as he spoke up with the same voice as before.

“Well… will someone finish filling me in? All I heard was that someone was having a boy, and that they were strong enough to eclipse someone’s power; not that I’m any better really, but still, Umbra-divination isn’t always the best thing to use if you want to know things… speaking of which; I need to make a mental note to use light next time.”

Random…. but oh well! Time to find out what was really going on!

 

Artie:

 

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Madame gazed through Valmont, to the chair behind him – she hadn’t even blinked at the sudden voice of Zachary, a part of her expecting his arrival. “Dear, for someone to finish filling you in, we’d have to have been intending to bring you up to speed in the first place.” The words were aimed at Zachary, but still Madame Green stared forwards, her eyes towards the other blonde but not quite focused. Glazed over, even.. One might think she was blind if she had not been looking at Nicholas only moments before. “It will be catastrophic either way, Valmont.” Blue irises occupied her eyes one moment, the next she was completely white-eyed, no trace of a pupil or the pale blue that had been there prior.

Such a view was quite terrifying – this was the Madame Green that was raised under Lucifer, this was the Madame that gave off an aura of death and decay… but also life and rebirth. The aura of those so powerful their own gifts were also curses, paradoxes in strength. Madame stood, pushing her chair back. At the moment she truly was blind – but she was not moving her body, at the moment she was being moved. Her right hand, with its scarlet-colored nails, would raise. For a moment, her hair would darken, turning auburn in color, eyes beginning to glow white – this was not Madame Green, this was Raven… “Violet is his name, amber is his heart.. But the web he is led to weave is black, dripping in red..” Could this have any relation to the child that she spoke so cautiously of before?

There was an uneasy silence as the room felt as though the air in it had been sucked out, but breathing became easier within a few moments, her hair turning lighter and her eyes beginning to fade, blue appearing slowly. A soft sigh as she would sit down, taking her tea and gingerly taking a sip, as though nothing had just happened.. “We must get to the child before it can be raised under the ways of.. Raul..” Her eyes flickered from the cup to Valmont. “Imagine, such power under his influence.. The death of us all, it will be..” And then she was gone in the next moment, nothing more than a memory, her teacup resting empty on the table..

 

Tsu:

 

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Nicholas had began eating now, it was rather delicious. Carlos was always the best for making good meals, something you’d never get tired of. He’d caught onto Valmont’s looks and simply smirked a bit, of course woman. They were such a pain at times and he’d encountered them before and seen from Valmont’s view. Though that would be a bit hypocritical considering, Nicholas himself was half woman. He could relate on some things and it tended to be annoying, a small chuckle escaped his lips from the thought, even if it was low he knew it’d be heard.

Nicholas had finished just as Zachary had come in, he didn’t seem fazed much but, that was just his front. Quietly he had taken note in his head about what Valmont said, getting up after he finished.

” Good day to you, Zachary.” He had said, before feeling the aura in the room change. His eyes wondered over to where the female sat, she was indeed different now. Observing and not saying anything, the atmosphere returned to normal and Nicholas walked to the phone.

Picking it up he’d pull out a small notepad from his pocket and then a pen from the table, where the phone sat. Picking it up he’d jot down what was said to him about remembering the kid, finishing he slipped it back in his pocket. His back was turned to them and he simply undid his tie a bit, keeping it still neat to perfection. Once the lined picked up, he’d put a hand in his other pocket, pulling out glasses and placing them on his face.

” Yes, please prepare it. Also, have Carlos make sure dinner is done, once we’re back. Thank you.” Nicholas said and hung the phone up.

Adjusting the glasses he’d put his hand through his hair and moved his bangs a bit, more hanging down. This was his way of trying to appear more mannish to the others, outside the Embassy. Whether it worked always, was unknown. He liked to hide his eyes behind the glasses and the girlish features, though he rarely wore glasses. Turning back to him with his small changes still having everything neat on him, he gave a smile.

” Everything is ready, so we may leave when you wish.”
 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

 

Embassy of Hell

You had to hand it to Zachary and his sense of timing. With news such as this and at this time, it was going to be a case of the whole inner circle to be up to speed and get on the case. Naturally, Zachary wanted to be brought up to speed. He’d caught the gist of it, but Madame Green didn’t appear to keen to start from the top and relay it all again. She was funny that way about who she addressed and gave her time too. Valmont had a unique relationship with her. Some would call them a perfect match, except he didn’t appear to have to try to hard with her, or put on any false airs. Maybe it was because they were so much alike in ways that were only different by their sex. Madame Green saw the dangers in this prophecy on several levels. One being the nature of the father, two the fact that this child could eclipse the magical powers of all in Hell itself. The first thing that they needed to do, was find the mother that carried the unborn child before Raul did. Madame Green already hinted at that. For if the child was raised by the likes of Raul, it could be twice the danger that it presently was.

It appeared that this was now going to be a race. A race that Valmont was determined to win. He was also beginning to suspect that the child might even be a threat from Madame Green herself, as she had said the child would have a greater power than her own. It was strange what power did to people. Those that craved it, those who had it but always wanted more. And what of the mother? What if she discovered this pregnancy and chose to end the life before it was even born, if she could feel the power growing within.

Standing, Valmont turned to Zachary and walked the distance that separated them. Once he had him in ear shot, he said simply. “Raul the Black has sired a child within the womb of the human Bandit. The woman he had as a slave for years. Madame Green was just informing us of the danger this baby may and can cause when it is born. I have already told Nicholas to ready a carriage and make preparations for us to find the mother and child.”[/b]

This would be enough intel for Zachary to form his own conclusions. But just as Valmont was ready to head out into the hall, he could hear an odd sound coming from Madame Green. Looking back at her, he noticed that she was in some sort of trance.

“Violet is his name, amber is his heart.. But the web he is led to weave is black, dripping in red..” A cryptic message from a voice that was not Madam Green. The colours didn’t make sense, but the webbing part did. “Dripping in red” That spelt death. When Madame Green changed back to her true self, she admitted what he feared. They had to find the child and now. As she said, it could be the death of them all.

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“Zach…Nicholas? We are leaving…now!”

Time was of the essence, and the hunt for Bandit got underway.

 

~RB~

 

Kiri: 

 

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Zachary’s right eye twitched at the woman who had decided to be a bit of a smart ass to him. Sometimes even Zachary had to hold back annoyances, but that was nothing compared to some things he’d heard in the past. Zachary gave a nod, and smile, to Nicholas as he said hello, his attention now almost completely on Valmont as he explained the situation. Zachary’s azure eyes narrowed for a moment as he listened, his head already spinning into action as he placed each name to a face and then began assessing everything on his own. Well… this wasn’t good, based on the little bit he heard and this, Hell was about to get a taste of some crazy shit.

Zachary nodded at Valmont, but instead of following him, the male started running in a beeline in the opposite direction on purpose. Valmont knew the purpose of Zachary doing this hopefully, especially since Zachary’s form almost immediately melted into a shadow. Zachary kept an eye on the energies of the world enough already, and he was going to trace Raul’s and Bandit’s until he found either. Which meant he was already on the trail of someone, but who? Bandit? Or Raul? Time would tell.

 

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Nicholas had watched as everyone dispersed, leaving the place. Hearing Valmont call on them leaving, he’d ready himself and walk out of the dinning room. Everyone was going sepret ways? That seemed a bit odd but, it also made sense. They had a goal, a goal to find this person and her child. You could say it felt like some secret mission but, Nicholas knew better. Quickly before leaving her had called out to a couple of maids, explaining instructions.

” You’re to make sure everything stays tip top. You Noel, know how to contact me, if needed. Please, don’t wreck the place or you’ll face Valmont’s wrath and mind later on.” He’d said in a sweet but, sinister tone.

Their were many sides to Nicholas, some seen and some not. He could be the most gayest sweet person you’ve seen or be harsh and cruel. Of course, the first part had to do with his two parts of this being. Once everything was prepped, he walked outside to where Valmont was already in the Carriage. Giving a couple of instructions to the driver, he’d make himself inside, sitting across from Val. Something in his gut made him think something was going to happen here but, he ignored the thought and set his hands in his lap.

Terakus – Destroyer’s Domain : Shattered Dimensions.

Terakus -The Destructor’s Domain 

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The building of this colossal residence and chambers of the Destructor began many centuries ago. Only finished within weeks of the awakening of the Destructor, it has been created to house some of the darkest magics ever found on Terakus. With over one thousand rooms, and catering to every whim of the Dark Lord Destructor, it is a fitting to tribute to the rise once again of the Anti-God; Gizora.

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Terakus -The Destructor’s Domain

A palace like no other. Towering turrets that shot off into the sky above – clearing the very clouds and dominating the landscape. The stone that was used in its construction had a certain golden fleck to it, that reflected the light of the three suns, and made it radiate even more heat than that which came from the underground caverns below the crusted rock. With large open air windows scattered in what looked to be a haphazard fashion, it actually allowed the air to circulate better than through normal means. The architect was either a genius or a certified whack job, but his skill had brought about the most amazing building in all of Terakus.

Getting out of the vehicle, which was now being driven off to the garages with the rest of the Destructor’s fleet, Gizora gazed upon the marvel of the tall statues that were much like massive gargoyles. Stone creatures that could be magically brought to life. Rock warriors. An ingenious idea for the front entrance. Passing beneath the monoliths, Gizora gestured with a finger for Charlie to follow inside. On passing through the opening double doors, the Dark Lord found himself in a massive foyer. Servants were in rows, all dressed in black and gold, bowing as Gizora passed them for inspection. Feeling completely at home, Gizora untied the robed that had been placed so carefully around his neck by Charlie and simply let it fall to the floor. With her bare bottom exposed, she swung her hips and went for the stairs. Time to find something more comfortable to wear. Giz knew that the Dark Lords would soon be at their door, to welcome Gizora to Terakus officially. There was much to do in the meantime, and getting ready was only one of them.

With a sexy laugh Gizora went in search of her closet.

“It better be big!” She sung out. No doubt Charlie would follow along behind.

Reaching the top of the second story, Gizora came to a long corridor with even more servants. There was clearly going to be very little privacy. Not that Giz cared. He was starting to enjoy this. Room after room of dark chambers, offices…and then it he reached it. Gizora’s private chambers. The doors opened to reveal opulence that would have any noble salivate…and it was all his.

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“Oh Charlie. It’s beautiful.” And it was. Opening the closet doors, there were racks and racks of clothing – many were for men, but there was a large selection for women (thank goodness) and Gizora waltzed in with a bounce to her step as she surveyed the many racks of designer clothes. Labels, names, shoes…accessories. Gizora was quick to pick out a red dress, feeling it better to dress up a bit with the possibility of guests real soon.

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Admiring herself in the mirror, she fluffed her hair and winked at her own image.

“Wait till they get a load of me.”

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” OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!! Your house is so sparkly, I’m going blind with envyyyy ~ ”

– Charlie began to slow down considerably as he observed home of his Lord ; staring , pointing , touching and screaming in excitement . His mannerisms at this point in time was similar to that of a boy who has entered a candystore for the first time , too much excitement to keep him sane ; but then again was he ever truly that ? As he motioned closer to her Charlie would find out that the robe she was wearing was on the ground ; so did that mean ? . . . Charlie spun around until he got dizzy trying to forget the thoughts on his head before realizing he would lose Gizora in the house if he didn’t keep up so he returned to chasing after her . It didn’t take too long to reach her as he began running to get close enough to hear her mention the closet while he was a few paces behind her and would reply –

” It’s the biggest ! ………….. I think ~ ”

– Charlie would say in a upbeat tone and then went unsure since he didn’t ever see it for himself but was certain it had to be at least impressive by his standards if anything . Nothing less then extraordinary for his lord , otherwise they’d pay for it with their lives for their lack of respect in reaching the ideal satisfaction of Gizora . Charlie would begin speeding up , running down the hallway with his hands up in the air as if he was a airplane soaring through the sky , motioning his shoulders up and down from side to side as he did. Once he reached the door just outside of Gizora’s closet he would stand right on the border of it and bow enthusiastically , doing so with too much spirit he had seemed like a kid trying to act like a soldier and failing hard at it. However due to the design of the building and the fact the area they were in was more or less close to vacant , the audible sounds of people approaching the area could be heard ; so it could be inferred that people were possibly on their way. Charlie would stare curiously at the direction of the nose while wondering if Gizora wanted him to go tell them to wait or to let them in .-

” Is the rest of Terakus ready to see youuuuu ? ”

 

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Was the rest of Terakus ready for Lucifer? It was the question Onryo had been asking himself since he had heard the news that Charlie and the other priests were preparing for the ritual. The dark lords had not been permitted to attend. Even if they had been, he himself likely would have declined the honor confusing such rituals tended to attract many powerful spirits that would come asking for retribution. In any case, it had been many hours since they announced the beginning of this dark sacrifice that had left Onryo unable to sleep and pacing so much amongst his chambers that one may believe the soles of his boots to wear away from the friction. He had even denied any food served to him from the small dark and bodiless spirits that squeaked in worry for him throughout the dark and empty hallways only lit with candlelight.

Onryo’s domain was a confusing place made up mostly of deformed and malicious spirit going through the motions as if they were still alive alongside outcasts and monsters. The sight of them would be frightening to anyone else that they lacked any other place to go. A neverending nightmare and labyrinth of strange sights. There was barely anything that could be considered alive there other than the dark lord himself. He had grown accustomed to that way of life since their master had gone away so long as to restore himself of the battles against Alteria. Onryo had come to eventually embrace his role, fighting to avenge the youkai that could not defend themselves from the humans and bringers of light that slaughtered them out of fear even though he was the one to be feared truly..

Such thoughts that consumed the dark lord of the comparison of long ago to now. He was not sure what he felt about this situation. Perhaps nothing at all expect to assume his role once more..or was there something there? Discomforting. Onryo felt he had lived amongst the dead for too long. His mind continued to roam in his pondering even now that he easily sat upon the large sill of a wide open window that offered a wonderful view of the dark swirling clouds encircling this place with shots of purple electricity veining out through the surface. He would not have been surprised if that was part of the magic of this castle as well that he could feel the powerful dark magics teeming throughout every crevice.

Having not yet been informed of their master’s arrival, Onryo continued to await them comfortably enough in leaning back to allow his heavy golden gaze to peer outward to the beyond with no visible emotion upon his features that were accenuated only by the feathered mask he wore. No one would think he was more magically inclined with the toned physique that lay wrapped intricately in layers of dark magician robes. Long tresses that ranged from dark purple to black flowed down his back that led up to similarly colored engraved horns that were notably scarred likely from the many battles before. Long slender fingers with long sharp black claw-like nails held a long kiseru type pipe. Moments passed that he brought this pipe to his pale lips to take in the delicious smoke from the silver metal end from before releasing slowly. Some form of tenseness within his form began to ease up.

Having been summoning to await the Destroyer, Onryo had not yet seen any of the dark lords. Some he had not seen for many years though he did not believe for a moment that anything dire had become of them. They had come to earn their status for a reason. It had been sometime that he remained there quietly amongst his thoughts in that dark place that eventually a demonic butler with the appearance of an old man couples with a black horns and pitchfork tail bowed lowly before making the offer to escort him to Lucifer’s chambers. Shifting to settle the pipe within a hidden pocket of his robes, Onryo nodded once in agreement to this. This was his first time setting foot in this place after all.

Standing to his full tall height, the demonic youkai stretched his limbs a bit before he had taken to following the butler with the heavy sound of boots tapping against the floor that alarmed those nearby that they were headed towards their location. They arrived at a luxuriously designed double doorway where his pointed ears perked to hear the voices of others inside but could not make it out exactly. A woman..? It could even be a mistress to his master. The butler came to knock lightly at the door to see if they were ready to recieve the dark lords. Onryo waited quietly, coming to lace his hands together in front. Perhaps that feeling of discomfort came that it felt like time was moving for him once again..

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“You know Charlie? I’m going to miss peeing standing up.” This off the cuff comment was thrown out as Gizora turned this way and that in front of a series of glass looking mirrors. Taller than the Destructor, who was now a lot smaller in frame due to his current sex. This was going to take some getting used to. Not to mention how his Dark Lords would react to the …change. But with all things there are some doubts and a lot of questions. Clearly, the reason for the switch had to do with Alterus. That was something that Gizora was going to have to look into. The red sheer silk dress clung superbly to the Dark Lord’s figure and he had to admit that it felt really good against his skin. It was a lot better to see him actually dressed, than romping about naked like he had before. Slipping into some stunning red stilettos, Gizora bent over to lace each one up, with her chestnut tresses falling forward to shield her face like a fine veil. It was at that moment that there was a knock on the chamber doors.

~KNOCK KNOCK~

“Presenting his Excellence the Dark Lord Onryo.”

The twin doors to Gizora’s chambers swung open, only for Onyro to catch a glimpse of what was the Destructor’s shapely silk covered backside.

“Already?” Gizora was not exactly ready and snapped back up, with her hair flying back. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder and instantly recognized the well dressed Dark lord standing just shy of the door.

“Onryo! Been a few years. Come in.” Totally forgetting that the Dark Lord night not recognize him like this. It was only when he saw his reflection that he paused and then beamed. “And before you say anything….It’s still me underneath….this.” He swept his well manicured hand in front of him like a model on one of those game shows.“Something to do with the genetic sampling….or…just that freaking planet where the Observer keeps his minions. I don’t know.” Yes, it was still a mystery to the Destroyer, but one he was going to figure out.

Gizora sashayed across the floor, very much like you would expect a woman too, and extended a hand to shake Onryo’s. It was also then that the Destructor could smell tobacco. Oh what he wouldn’t give for a cigar right now. The demonic youkai was of course much taller than Gizora, but he could easily see that he knew his place in the scheme of things by the way in which he held his body.

“I take it that you have met Charlie.” He gestured to the white haired assistant who had shown such exuberance in Gizora’s awakening. “Top bloke. A real keeper. Only one game enough to test my tits to see if they were real. Well, aside from me of course.” Gizora winked and then gestured for the door.

“A tour…that is what I want. And a cigar….maybe some brandy.’ Gizora marched forwards towards the door.

Yes….the MASTER was in the House.

~RB~

 

 

The World inside Scar’s hat – Part Four : SS.

 

The twins; Sean and Sam were starting to believe the crazy Alp’s story.  Everything that Scar said about Mariela matched up with the boy’s questions.  Now, they had a mission and that was to see if they could break Raul’s collar off Scar’s neck.  Could it be handy in finding a way back to Hell?

Scene setting : The World inside Scar’s hat – Seven Sins series.

Written with Dessy.

 

Dessy:  “We can always try, right?” Sean spoke, receiving a nod from his brother. “The collar might be some kind of portal. You may not have magical powers, but we do. We can probably use our power to send you back to Hell.” As Sean spoke, his brother had moved to Scar and the collar. He ran his hand along the collar, then gave a nod. It wastheir sister – he was positive of it now. He recognized the magic that still lingered on the collar – he could feel it. “Her magic is still on it. I can feel it when I put my hand near the collar.” he said. “If I focus, I might be able to sense what she did to unlock it the first time. Then all I’d have to do is trace and match it to unlock it again.” he said, and Sean nodded his head.

“I don’t know much about this hat, or this powerful warlock Raul… but if he’s as powerful as you claim, then Mariela needs our help.” Sean said again. “Some of Mariela’s spellbooks and journals survived the fire. Not many, but some. Maybe we can look through there and find something. I’m sure she has at least something to help us send you back.” Sean had determination in his voice. They might not have been able to save her here… but they were willing to save her in Hell. They were not going to let her die again… not after she risked her life for them the first time. They didn’t care if she was in Hell. They were going to save her.

“She had a habit of recording everything she did. Every spell she performed, every potion she made, every new power she had discovered and what not. She kept them in journals and usually kept them hidden from other people.” Sean spoke again. “If the collar isn’t some kind of portal, then maybe there’s some other way to open a portal to send you to Hell. And if there is, chances are is Mariela has it written down somewhere.” Sean was doing all of the talking while Sam was focused on the collar. Sam was concentrating on getting the collar off, so he didn’t need to be disturbed. So Sean did the talking.

“That’s if… you’re willing.” Sean added. “If you’re willing to accept our help, then we’re willing to give you our help. For Mariela. She died once… we will not let her die again, Hell or not.” he spoke. Sean knew sending him back to Hell would require a lot of power. The boys couldn’t do it by themselves like Mariela could… but if they worked together and combined their powers, then they might be able to do it.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Scar really didn’t like being touched. When one of the boys moved his finger across the jeweled collar to get a trace of Mariela’s magic, the Alp winced at having this lad so close. It was necessary, but uncomfortable. Only when the boy stepped back and announced that he had felt the surge of Mariela’s magic left on it, did Scar let out a sigh of relief. This proved pretty much everything. That Mariela was their sister, and that they believed what the Alp had said to be true. Scar wouldn’t lie, there was no point to it. He was desperate to get back and help the young witch, but knew the limitations placed on him due to how he came to be in Sean and Sam’s world.

One thing about the boy’s chatter, was that Scar was learning a great deal more about the young Witch he cared so much for. She kept a number of journal and spell books, having noted down everything from spells she created and used, to her day to day life. These very things could be helpful to the pair if they wanted to find a way to get to her. They would never have imagined where Mariela ended up, not until Scar had pointed them towards it.

The Alp reached up to the collar and started to try and prize it off with his fingers. He clawed at it, and struggled as the collar remained tightly fastened. It was designed this way so that the person that wore it, could not take it off themselves. Sean asked if Scar was willing to accept the boys help, since they pretty much were determined to find their sister and help her. They owed her their lives, and now her life…in hell was in grave danger. Releasing his hands from the collar, he let them fall to his sides as he nodded slowly.

“Alright…alright. Can one of you, please take this collar off me, and we can get to tracking her back to hell.”

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Dessy:  Sam didn’t notice Scar wince as he ran his fingers over the collar. As his brother was talking, Sam was focusing on tracing Mariela’s magic. His hand stopped moving when he could trace Mariela’s magic no more. “I know how to get it off. Just… keep still, and stop clawing at the damn collar.” Sam said, waiting until Scar moved his hands. His fingers moved along the collar, touching each jewel the same way Mariela did. Within seconds, the collar popped off – just like it did with Bandit. “There.” Sam said, removing the collar and holding it up in his hand. “It’s off. Now, before we destroy it, we need to see if we can use it to open a portal to Hell.” he spoke. Mariela taught them well – with the things she managed to teach them before she died, that is.

Sean nodded at his brother when he successfully got the collar off. “Good. Now that that’s done, we need to focus on getting him back to Hell.” he then said. All of a sudden, the group of boys they were with earlier were calling their names. “One second.” Sean said, beginning to exit the forest. He yelled out that him and his brother had to go, because they had important family matters to tend to – which, technically, wasn’t exactly a lie. After saying goodbye, he re-appeared later. “I told them we had important family matters to attend to. They shouldn’t bug us for awhile.” he said, his gaze turning back to Scar.

“Now, we might have to head to our home to go through the books Mariela has. No worries, our father is at work and mother is running errands all day. We don’t have to worry about them.” Sean said. “Thank god. We do not need mother finding out that Mariela is in Hell and is in danger. She’s had a hard enough time after her death as it is.” Sam said, looking at Scar. “Quick question… what is your name? That might be important to know before we head off and get to work.”

Sean nodded his head, walking over to where his brother and Scar were standing. “We’re ready to do this whenever you are. Just give us the word.” he spoke, giving Scar a determined nod.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Scar looked uneasy as Sam worked his fingers on the jewels that lined the collar. One by one his fingers traced over in the same fashion that Mariela had done, and so with his magical powers fusing with those left by Mariela, it was enough to break the collar off – falling into Sam’s hand. Scar took a step back and started to touch around his neck as though he could hardly believe that he was now rid of the thing.

“Ugh…horrid piece of warlock crap.” The Alp hissed as he took a breath and then stared at Sam and Sean through dark slits. The words of destroying the collar brought about a foul look from the Alp. “Think twice before you destroy it. It’s probably the only chance you have to find her.” Scar pursed his lips, before starting to pat down the clothes that he was wearing to see if he had anything on him that could be of use to the pair. In his pocket, he happened to find a flimsy piece of cloth that had laced edges and was quite delicate. Withdrawing it slowly, Scar then realized what it was. It was Mariela’s handkerchief. The Alp having pinched it from her whilst she was dancing. it was monogrammed with her initials and carried her scent. He took a sniff, closing his eyes as it was almost like he could see her bright and colourful in his mind’s eye.

“Here…you might find this useful.” As with any spells, to have something from the person you wish to seek, it pays to have a personal item or lock of hair. This was the next best thing.

At one point, the other lads that had been playing the football game were calling for the boy’s return. Course, the boys had more important things to do, and were able to blow them off using a good excuse. Scar waited in the bushes for that news to be delivered, before the boys were ready to take him to their house. It was there that they kept their sisters personal effects and her spell books. With the handkerchief and the collar, they had a better chance to create the right amount of magic.

As the boys were about to head off to take Scar to their home, they did want to know one thing. What his name was.

“Scar. Just Scar.” The Alp didn’t have a nickname or a surname, just the one name. And that was quite enough. He then bowed low and extended his hand.

“Lead the way, gentlemen.”

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Sam handed the collar over to his brother, and Sean began examining it, turning it in his hand. Sean was the smartest out of the two – yes, Sam was smart, but he was more athletic than anything. Sean was also athletic, but he was mostly smart than anything.”We’ll definantly need to look through Marie’s journals. I don’t recognize anything on the collar – it’s probably more advanced magic. Stuff Marie could do, that we can’t.” he said, looking at Scar when he spoke. When Scar said “horrid piece of warlock crap”, Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

Sean nodded his head when Scar said not to destroy it. “Right. We find our sister first, then destroy it.” he said. The brothers turned and watched him as Scar started patting his pockets, and Sam narrowed his eyes in curiosity. He then watched Scar pull out a handkerchief – and when Sam squinted his eyes he saw Mariela’s initials. Then Scar was… sniffing it. Okay… A little weird. But whatever.

Sam reached over and took the handkerchief, examining it. “This will work perfectly.” Sam said, giving a nod of his head.”With this, and the collar, we can find a way to get you back to Hell.” he added soon after. After he spoke his name, the boy’s raised an eyebrow and looked up at each other, before Sam shrugged. “Scar. Gotcha.” he said.

“We won’t have to walk. We can teleport us there.” Sean said with a grin. With a quick flick of Sam’s hand, they disappeared, and then reappeared in front of the house. It was a cute little house – blue, and a two story. It was quaint and it was comfortable, yet elegant at the same time – which was proven once Sam opened the door and waited for Sean and Scar to enter, before closng it behind him. It was very homely and comfortable on the inside. From the looks of the house, you could have never guessed they were witches. The boys took their shoes off, placing them by the door like always. “This way.” Sean said, before heading down a hallway.

Sam bent down, removing the light blue and green striped rug, revealing a door. Sean had left, and came back with the key, handing it to his brother. Sam unlocked the door, pulling the handle and opening it up, sticking the key into his pocket. Sean walked down first, pressing a button to turn on the lights to the basement. They kept all of there witch stuff here – potions, materials, herbs, witch books – everything. Sam came down after, shutting the basement door after he walked down. “This is just the basement, where we keep everything that we use. We keep all of Mariela’s belongings in a trunk, that can only be opened by us. That way no one can get into it.” Sean spoke, as they walked to a door in the basement.

Sean held his hand to the door, muttering something, and then the door glowed and swung open. Only way the door could be opened. The inside revealed what seemed to be all a memorial shrine – with all of Mariela’s belongings that they managed to save from the fire. That was obvious from some pictures on the wall in frames that were a bit burned up, certain pieces of fabrics that were torn and burned hanging on walls. “All of this is stuff we managed to save from the fire. Pictures, pieces of fabrics from Mariela’s clothing. Everything we could save that dealt with her – we did. The stuff you see that aren’t burned are pictures Marie’s best friend, Tessa, had given to us after her death. She was the only one who knew what we were… the two have been friends since they were young. Grew up together.” Sam said, looking to Scar as he spoke. In the pictures, the one known as Tessa was a pretty brown-eyed and brunette girl that was seen in most of the pictures. Tessa still kept in touch with the family, and she was kind enough to hand over pictures she had kept of her and Mariela – or just Mariela – for them to have since most of the pictures, except for a small few, were lost in the fire.

 

Razorbackwriter:  What a strange place it was. The home of the twins. It all looked, so normal. So very human. Scar was almost scared of it. He kept up with the twins, who were more than accommodating. The alp watched as they took off their shoes before entering the house. Apparently that was customary and Scar bawked before following suit. He just was so out of his element. He took off each boot with a clunk and a thud, then lined them up alongside the boys shoes neatly. When in Rome and all that. Once they made their way inside, Scar could not stop turning his head left and right. Family pictures on the walls. Happy, smiling faces beaming down at him. Like something out of a magazine. Perfect families. Scar didn’t know or understand what being part of a family felt like. All he could gather was that the twins cared a great deal about their sister; Mariela.

Scar followed the boys down the hallway till they reached a light blue and green striped rug, that hid in behind it a door. It was obviously something that the boys wanted no one else to know about. The Alp’s eyes darted back and forth as one of the boys went to fetch a key. Sam did the honors, and opened the door – turning on the light that flooded the basement. So this was where they kept their supernatural artifacts and belonging. Not everything was what it seemed to be.

This brought about a question from the alp. If magic was here in this world, why all the secrecy? That was how it seemed. Were magical people considered evil beings, or simply misunderstood? Scar thought that this world was devoid of magic, but apparently he was very wrong.

“You keep it all hidden away?” This said with the Alp bending his head to the side in a curious fashion. The twins mentioned that they kept all of Mariela’s possessions in a trunk that could only be opened by them. This fueled the idea that there were those that hunted her kind in this world, if they had to keep it somewhere that only would be privy to them ever seeing it.

As they walked through another door in the basement there was a definite feeling of a magical presence. It was unmistakable in fact. Scar had felt it before and that was in Mariela’s company. In this room was a shrine to Mariela. Belongings, clothes, personal effects. Books, and partially burnt photographs. Scar spun around and around slowly as he tried to take it all in. This was indeed a fascinating sight to behold. Scar knew of the witch in hell. The Duchess of Greed. The beauty of the Ball. Here was the images and the belongings of a girl that Scar didn’t know. This was her human world self. Even though much of it was dusty or burnt, it brought to life Mariela in Scar’s mind. The way the boys had kept all of these treasures showed their love and respect for her. In a way, Scar was glad that they had not let her memory die with her. It showed their love for her and it was this gift; this love that they had for her that could be the very thing to save her in Hell.

Her power….was love. It was only being away from her and stuck in the hat that the Alp was able to see it for himself. As the boys spoke of how they gathered everything they could and brought it all down here, including items from her best friend Tessa, the Alp was lost for the moment in just enjoying seeing this side of his beloved witch. He was starting to understand a great many things that before his evil heart could not possibly do. This was why she was so powerful, and it was the reason she could defeat Lydia.

Touching one of her dresses that hung on the wall closest to where he stood, Scar whispered to it, as though speaking to his Mariela.

“You are worthy of this sacrifice.” Whether the boys heard him or not, remained to be seen – but it was in that moment that Scar knew what he had to do. His black little heart beat fiercely as he found a renewed vigor. Clapping his hands he turned to the lads and said with a flair that they would not have ever imagined him having.

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“Right lads, how about we get to making a spell that takes us all to Hell.”

~RB~ 

Listen like Theives – The Finale of the Masquerade Ball of Greed : SS

 

With the Princess of Greed having taken flight to her chambers, the demons and thieves move their fights outside- while others try to steal Beserker from under Lydia’s nose.

Scene setting : Greed Kingdom, Seven Sins series.

This arc was written by eight writers originally.  Finishing off are Zetta, Moo, Temp, Nhal and I.

 

 

Zetta:  Blitz was prepared for another speech from the prince, as he was sure his attack was not fatal due to his dealings with such an ancient demon. But this served as a testament to his regenerative capabilities, if he wanted to kill him outright he would need to hit him with that to deal real damage against that non-physical form. Then he hadn’t a clue towards his opponent’s physical limits either, that thought called for some intuition in place though, as to which of the lords of hell was he currently up against. His thoughts usually moved at quite a fast pace, in the midst of a fight it was rare to have the opportunity to stop and think about the entirety of the situation. Yet the prince was inconsistent with his movements, slowly coordinating himself save for the one moment he had caught the half-god by surprise. Now the other man was floating about, while clearly audible, the prince would have to be ignored so that Blitz could hear his own thinking pattern above that voice. Cloud it out while his opponent led no offensive. He deduced that this was definitely not Pride, as he spoke more in regard to Anarchy Division than himself, which also ruled out Lust who would be more focused on some sort of sexuality rather than the dealings of his enemy. Similarly this was not Wrath either, as from what he gathered in the ball a war had recently happened between that Kingdom and this one which he now stood at it’s entrance. A gluttonous prince would probably not have even concerned himself with the likes of another without a selfish reason, and even if he had, while close range he doubted such a man would squander such an opportunity to simply eat his unsuspecting victim. The princess of Greed was the one who neglected his services, and was likely dealing with the templar on her own while this all went down.

Leaving only two viable possibilities, that this was either the Lord of Envy, or that of Sloth The other Prince in the ball with the guard had access to hell-fire but was idle during the whole confrontation inside, so he was most likely one of the last two as well. However it was a greater chance that this was sloth because of his continual habit to talk too much, he had so many thoughts in his head and dragged out words every time he spoke. With his final summary of thoughts, the other combatant had finally stopped talking and now Blitz could enter the fight with a greater awareness as to what he would be up against. The new form before him seemed threatening, he was too far to know of any new abilities though, but at least he was prepared to actually fight now. To avoid any attacks from the sky, the demigod would take himself to a heightened standing as well, formerly planting his feet on mid-air, the nether-realm’s law of physics altering itself to accommodate as if he was on solid ground. He ascended to the point being able to look at his opponent clearly, despite the change in appearance. “So you’re ready to get serious then, old geezer?” He would ask, briefly briefly relaxing himself before taking on a serious demeanor to match. Right then he would zoom forward at his target, waiting until the very last moment to extend an elbow outward towards him, he would then slam his free-hand’s palm into his other arm’s fist to apply a more dangerous impact.

At the last split-second before he could have made contact, he revealed this rush-tactic to be a feint and twisted his body with incredible agility. Matching this physical prowess with dexterity as well, his hands would come together, one open palm slapping against the back of another to better focus his energy at a heightened pace. Continuing the attack, he’d release an explosive wave of aether at the end of the tricky combination. It was at this moment that the doors to the ball opened, the party likely being over, and the templar-knight clad in holy artifacts being the first to leave.
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Cecil was not surprised in the slightest when the Princess’ enemy had been allowed to simply walk out of the front door after ruining her party and even showing himself directly to her. Lightly threatening her and pushing her to damage her own form after waxing off the lives of several former party-goers. For this he was convinced that while the old ruler of Greed might have been too headstrong in his desires, this one did not have the gull to see things through. He didn’t know her personally aside from their short greeting, so it was plausible that she had personally saw no purpose in attacking a strong man like that who was now only seeking to leave. Even then he maintained his newfound feelings of distaste, her air of confidence shattered before the vision of real live strength. For that she was a coward in his eyes, playing with her own life so that she did not look the fool that he had already begun to see her as. Regardless of this, he had heard his Lady’s response, how they would be taking a walk to the exit as well. But slowly, coordinated hopefully for a different purpose. Now the other princess was headed to her own quarters most likely, in diminished glory. Oh! How simple it would be to have the behemoth back home ravish this place, and his love to set fire to the castle’s entirety while in this condition.

The thought made him chuckle, and it was now that he would stand firmly, retracting his hand wholly, now with Princess Gabriel holding him by over the shoulder. Even in her male form, he still found this very comforting and emotionally pleasurable. He broke his sturdiness in a short moment of glee, as he smiled brightly upon first contact with her. But then returned to his position as her royal guard, firmly placing himself before any that might have even looked her way. These demon nobles could be almighty in terms of riches, but just as he fell the Prince of Pride in the name of Wrath, he would murder anyone daring to threaten Her; Verbally, or visually.

 

Nhal:  The decaying figure did nothing more then turn his head towards his assailant as the blast of energy was taken to his side and sent him spiraling towards the now open doors of the ballroom, the shrouded cover he wore rapidly flaking and degrading off his body as he slammed back first into the first open door. Tearing straight off its hinges, the door was ripped free and went flying back into the second, catching a few exiting party-goers in a deadly vice which splayed blood, dust, and black smoke into a massive cloud around the entrance, obscuring the view within the area. Within the cloud the echoing sound of cracking bones and metals emanated before a tall figure would come into Blitz’s view, in its right hand a small square object, and in the other the mutilated body of what was once a guest of the masquerade ball.
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Stepping out of the cloud was a scrawny figure whose appearance was like that of a man starved to death, with skin which resembled faded black leather. no eyes or face were visible through the gray tangle of cloth that cloaked his head, hanging scraps decked in thick layers upon layers of blood, red, orange, brown and black. Within one ebony hand he held the same playing card as before, and in the other he lifted up the torn apart body of a young man composed of only an arm, upper torso, and stump of his neck.
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Bringing the broken body up above his head the creature allowed the blood to drip down over the shreds of cloth that hung loose near its neck before lowering the once living person down, the cloth slowly parting for the body to disappear into the black abyss beneath with the gut wrenching noises of sloppily chewed flesh, cartilage and sinew before the inevitable crunching of bone. The last of the remaining organs within the torso began to fall from the holds of the broken rib-cage, some scraps of intestines, lungs, and the heart last of all. After the torso was finally devoured the monstrous creature began to slurp up the viscera like a pasta made of flesh. Finally all that was left was the heart that lay within its long skeletal fingers, still giving off its last few inevitable slowing beats, blood splashing to the floor from the aorta.
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Tossing the heart into the air, a pitch black tendril shot from beneath the cloth, its barbed tip spearing the muscle as its last beat sounded. The roping darkness rescinded back beneath the cloth with the heart in tow, and finally ended in a loud wet swallowing.
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Stepping further out into the courtyard, the looming figure lifted the playing card between his fingers, which in comparison seemed minuscule. As it was raised the card began to crack slightly, dripping what seemed to be dark black tar, or something of the sort.
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The black liquid dripped and poured rapidly, pooling on the ground before rising up and forming the rough shape of a figure in front of the slender beast. Gradually bits and pieces began to form, resembling an enormously bulky suit of armor adorned with all manner of engravings and other decorations. Suddenly the black ooze began to contract, tightly winding up and vibrating right before it shot outwards with explosive force, coating much of the courtyard around its zone before slowly evaporating away. The rough figure was now a fully visible being in a massive suit of armor, one which was rather sizable at almost 8 feet tall.

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The skeletal being that sat behind the armor gave a brief turn, waving with one hand as its voice rang out towards Blitz.
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Disappearing like a breeze of smoke, the hand, as well as its owner faded into dust and disappeared from sight, the enormous suit of armor in front of it shifting and taking up a heavy combat position as it spun its sword in hand, gripping it tightly. Its voice screeched through the armor, deep, but sharp at the same time, causing the ears of those who heard it to ache at its metallic grind.
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As suddenly as the armor spoke it was already rushing forwards, sword dragging through the dirt and stone below its feet, unyielding to anything in its path. Despite the size of the armored figure, its speed was incredible, enough that those who underestimated it would obviously be caught off guard. Just as quickly as it hand begun moving, the hulking mass of metal was upon Blitz, swinging its enormous sword upwards towards his torso.

 

Moo:  Kirsikka really hadn’t the slightest idea what that armor had just said, but whatever the case, he sounded cocky. There was little disregard for heat when it came to the demon’s ice; it was, by normal means, not anything that could be melted. However, the searing of ice caused it to sizzle and steam after several moments while Kirsikka glanced at it. A small, cheeky grin broke across her lips as she slid the small blade away from the suit of armor, hopefully finishing the fine cut she had began in the first place. All that would be necessary was one more, if she could manage to near it again. Not that it would really matter… Her body disappeared, taking up her frost form to wisp back a few feet as she originally intended. With her earring crushed, it would only be a matter of time.


Gabriel had more or less become bored with the situation at hand, watching the Templar part the crowd in order to exit. Had she been so anxious to see his head on a pike while picking her teeth with his bones, she would have sent Cecil scouting after him. It crossed her mind for a moment before the man was out of sight, and finally decided against it; to waste her Royal Guard’s efforts would be useless. The pleasantries of tearing flesh from bone could wait just a bit longer… Besides, Lydia’s exit may have been short-lived, but it was the most entertainment Gabriel had during the entire evening. She grinned cheekily well after the princess of greed shuffled past her and Cecil. She turned her head to watch the ambitious–and rather disfigured–demon climb the stairs slowly. It didn’t matter if the princess could feel Gabriel’s eyes on her, or if she took offense to the attention; this was a sight to savor for a while, to keep herself occupied. The expression the demon wore would make a fine memory, if not how the ball had went to shambles so quickly.

“I suppose we had better find our carriage,” Gabriel said with a certain giddiness creeping in her voice. Her expression most likely betrayed the chipper feelings within as she gestured to the doors, which had more or less become a little less clustered. Only–until something, orsomeone came crashing through the doors, causing many casualties in the briefest of moments. It only took a bat of her lash before she was looking upon some skeletal figure, gutting and feeding from one of the demons. The woman was speechless…and in a good way. She gave a loud laugh. A simple HA! to seeing such a normally bewildering sight. “That man knows how to party.” Gabriel gave her staff a small twirl, looking about the room while the figure boasted and talked to who she assumed was the same pink-haired man from before. That was a fight she would also ignore, as she believed Sloth would not be a man she wanted in her way. At least as of yet. “We’re on our way, then.” The princess would be the one to lead them from the doors, ignoring the mess and slipping through with the remainders of terrified guests.


Astarte had more or less been well behaved while she waited for an opportunity to chase after her lover. Blitz was outside in who knew what situation, and meanwhile, she was stuck waiting several feet away from the crowd rushing the door. Knowing Lydia would rather have her life, and the holy guy was too good a soul to go back on his word, she wouldn’t dare near any further to that holy aura. She didn’t have any death wish, nor did she want to become as hideously deformed as the princess of greed herself. It wasn’t until the commotion shortly after the holy being’s exit that she would have the opportunity to see him again. And while the first thing she witnessed was the bloodshed and morbid devouring, she still wanted nothing more than to join the Blitz in the courtyard. Other demons who had actually survived the onslaught were rushing through the door as far away from the skeletal figure as it indulged itself. Astarte blended easily as she slid past, taking to the air quickly to watch the rest of the scene unfold. If the demigod required or requested her help, she was there for him. He might not have to ask, with the urgency she felt to cheer him on with the sudden charge of the new monstrosity that had taken form.

Razorbackwriter:  “Er….scuse me?….I…Hey?!” The Doctor kept trying to get a word in as the scores of people and blooded demons were leaving the masked ball in droves. It was like a crush…a sea of evil beings, that all looked as though they had just been to battle within the very castle of Greed. “We’re late!…What happened?” He grabbed the collar of a passing demon, whose had one eyeball hanging out of its socket.

“Holy….creature. Burnt the Princess. Dying…many dying.” The demon spat his words at the Doctor, as he then wrestled himself from the Doctor’s grasp. He didn’t want to stay a moment longer, like so many other guests.

Doctor Wilhelm turned back to his small crew from Hell’s Kitchen and threw up his arms in disbelief. All the trouble they had gone to, get ready for this night. And he was to show off Loc to the Prince of Pride. Not that he thought the Prince was even still here, if the crowd departing was anything to go by.

“Ladies….Loc. A bloody massacre and we missed it.” It was almost as though the Doctor was more upset about missing the carnage, than missing the dancing. The creation, who was standing up the back looked confused. Was there to be no dancing with his beautiful Roxanne?

“No….dance?”

“No, my dear boy. No dance.”

“Loc sad.” The creation’s face was the epitome of sadness. Poor thing. Loc stared down at the fair and buxom Roxanne with a huge pout. “Loc sad.” He repeated. A crack appeared in his face, the stitches breaking. A small tear of pus rolled down his cheek.

The Doctor knew better than investigate the state of the ball room. He would leave that for Igor. Seems like the hunchback didn’t miss out after all. Rather than hanging around, the Doctor placed his arm around Narcissa and turned her back towards the car. “I still think pizza is an option.” He offered.

The Blacksmith Shop

A slight chittering sound came in from the large webbing that was up against the far wall. There was a deep cocoon like tunnel that stretched inwards, and though the being from within had only made a very light noise before, the sound of the awaking armor had brought about a reaction from whatever lived in the web. Slowly, a leg appeared, then an arm. Each wrapped in a sheer black spider web like netting. Soon the full body of the being, that was now in the form of a woman, crawled out and rose to standing. She had long flowing black hair, with the deepest of green eyes that you had ever seen. She blinked twice to allow herself to see through the darkness, and made out the wisp of frosty air, as the girl who had been carving herself a piece of the enchanted Beserker armor was moving to another part of the room. The armor who had used some sort of enchantment to super heat, when being frosted by the young girl, had spoken in Rhefugi. The ancient language of the demon kind. This demon….this…spider like woman – tilted her head and slowly slinked out of the shadows, watching this woman who held the knife with keen interest.

“SEEwae HA-lueay-fe-peaezz ah-bae RA-luaeae-kuk qahee-de-kuk zneay-fe ooahee oh-deeay-jaeae eay-bae zwae n-feaeq ooahee qae-luae kukahq-fe wae-luae.””

(translation : “The Princess of Greed would skin you alive if she knew you were down here.”)

The spider woman glanced up at Beserker and then at the girl again. The girl may not even be demon kind, though what she was doing in Hell, remained to be seen.

“What are you doing?” The dark haired spider woman asked in English.

~RB~

 

Zetta:  With no other necessities keeping him here, Cecil was off after his princess. She took her stand with cane in hand, despite his near-beckoning to move onto wrap this castle and all who followed it under the thumb of Wrath. However she had other plans and respected whatever rules were in place to set each of the seven kingdoms fairly away from each other. Since he had apparently done well here, he would silent once more as they would make their way to return to the carriage they had rode in on. Their driver had been doing nothing while he waited for the entire party to be over, Cecil had moved first to properly escort Gabriel, opening the doors quickly. Then he would accompany her and the two would be off elsewhere.

 

Moo:  Kirsikka reformed to hearing a female’s voice speaking the language that the Beserker had. She looked past the suit of armor if only for a moment to glance over her audience. A single woman; a sort of spider-like demon, actually. Kirsikka was interested, but not so much to keep her eyes on the nosy thing. Especially with the abrupt coming of winds through the room. What should have been impossible. A black cloud came rushing through, wrapping itself around the awaiting frost demon. With the view of the skeletal figure, a smirk was brought across her lips. “Someone gave you a touch of trouble, did they?” Of course referring to his lack of, well, flesh. And he had been brutalizing someone from the look and smell of the cloth he adorned himself with. Being that he answered the woman himself, she felt no need to speak until she was addressed. “That depends. Would you like to entertain yourself a while?”


Narcissa had been confused with the situation at hand. Why had the four been locked out when the ball had started only a short while ago? She frowned, her giddiness turning into anticipation. It was obvious with her antsy moving, constantly twitching or fiddling with something while she stepped this way and that. It wasn’t until a rush of demons ushered themselves through the doors that the Doctor was able to grasp one of them. As confused as the monster was, she listened intently with a curious expression, eyes slightly wide. “Sounds like trouble!” A disregarded comment as the demon finally pulled himself away from the Doctor’s grasp.

The frankensteinian monster’s disappointment was as apparent as Loc’s, though she didn’t cry. “Poor Loc!” she exclaimed after Wilhelm’s confirming there would be no dancing. Narcissa hadn’t much else to say until she felt herself wrapped in the arm of the good Doctor. The mention of food was always something that could bring a smile to her face. Dancing could be done at any given moment! They didn’t need a ball to party. She would show Loc that later in the evening. After pizza! “Okay!” the monster agreed while she was walked toward the Roadster once again. The only place in town where they could really fill their pallets with pizza was the restaurant within the middle kingdom.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Blacksmiths shop

Things were getting interesting down in the Blacksmith’s shop. The unknown dark haired spider like demon watched on with heightened interest as the ice maiden was joined by one of Hell’s more powerful entities. It actually brought about an amused smile as she watched the bloody and skeletal form wrap itself around the girl, then speak with such an aristocratic tone. Oh yes….odds on it was one of the Seven Princes. What on earth they were doing down in the bowels of Greed Castle, instead of enjoying the sumptuous delights of the ball buffet was anyone’s guess. But it was safe to assume that the ice maiden was in cahoots with ‘tall dark and bloody’. Charlotte looked up at the helm of Beserker and the armor surprisingly glanced down at her. Odd that they both spoke the same tongue. But…there was a reason for that.

“OH-feah-seewae-lu HA-lueay-fe-peae.” (Translation : “Another Prince.”)

“EAY-see’z ah-kuk-kuk wahq ooahee oh-see-see-luoh-pe-see seewae-te. Qeayzw EAY woh-kuk seewoh-see zneay-de-de.” (Translation : “It’s odd how you attract them. Wish I had that skill.”)

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The suit of armor actually let out a strange hollowed laugh as Charlotte simply shrugged her shoulders playfully, then smiled at the new arrival.

“After a party favorite? Let me guess. You came to take what belonged to Mammon.” The spider maiden held her finger in the air, before twirling it towards the hellish looking armor. The statues that stood in the circle that surrounded the suit of armor all suddenly stood to attention. How…very strange. The spider demon glanced at the stone warriors with her tongue caught between her teeth. She was enjoying this. She then cupped a hand to the side of her cheek as if she was telling some great secret.

“They know royalty.” A sly wink and then she hopped down off the podium that Beserker was standing on. Charlotte took a step back and simply folded her arms.

“Well…go on. You do want him, don’t you?” Another broad flash of a smile and wobbled her head back and forth. “Before Greedy comes down from her tower.” Greedy being her nickname for Lydia.

Beserker turned his helm towards the pair and then went back to being inanimate. The red glow dissipated from his eye slits.

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~Outside Greed Castle~

All dressed up and no party to go to. How disappointing. No chance to show off Loc. No dances. No fine finger food. Ah well. Wilhelm did brighten when he felt Narcissa wrap her arm around him. It was a nice comforting gesture and brought about a shy smile. He could always count on the Hell’s kitchen crew to cheer him up when he was down. So it was decided. Pizza at that nice restaurant in town.

As the Doctor and his date swanned towards the Roadster, Loc hoisted Roxanne up over his shoulder as though he was carrying her out of a fire and trotted along behind the Doctor and Narcissa like a happy puppy.

~RB~

 

Nhal:  Peering over his shoulder the skeletal figure would turn his ‘face’ towards Kirsikka. His lanky figure twisting oddly as he did so. The air around him swirled slightly, still in a light burst of movement from his arrival and the floor echoed with drops of blood falling from his cloths.
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Listening to the words of the other demon in the room, his head turned over in her direction, his body following suit as he plodded towards her slowly, looking over her every feature whilest he moved. He was extremely tall, nearly seven feet at least, and yet his body was still slouched over as if he was carrying some heavy object upon his shoulders. His voice scratched at her eardrums roughly as he spoke, especially standing this close.
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Giving a soft shrug he walked back over between Kirsikka and the armored suit, wrapping a hand around her wrist and another on the shoulder of the armor. The suit gradually turning to dust, the tall dark figure and Kirsikka following close behind.
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Moo:  Having heard her accomplice’s answer, Kirsikka simply nodded. The miniature blade she had kept hidden before was gone from sight once again. She simply waited while she felt his hand wrap around her wrist, watching as he put his other on the shoulder of the armor. Her efforts to cut into the suit weren’t necessary after all, and it left her with a small exhale of what could have been relief. At least her Lord’s wishes were fulfilled one way or another, and he was sure to be pleased with the sight of the entire suit. Instead of some scrap metal cut away from its breast plate. By this time, the stranger’s words were nothing but a buzzing in Kirsikka’s ears. She only had to wait patiently before she was in her Lord’s sights once again.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Blacksmith’s shop

Charlotte listened to the skeletal tall demon speak with such a threatening tone. Odd really. His words were of how that they couldn’t be followed, and that once in the“Master’s possession that he welded absolute power over his charges or vessels. This was really of no consequence to Charlotte. It wasn’t her suit to begin with. She just…understood it a hell of a lot better than say Mammon, or the latest Mistress of Greed – Lydia. You see, Beserker was more of a curse than anything and naturally, Charlotte was not at all bothered that they wanted to take it. That is EXACTLY what Mammon had done, and we all know how that ended. Was this new Master so great that he or she…or it could change the will of the armor? Cause it to go against its nature? Break the curse of insanity that came with wearing it to battle?

The spider maiden watched on with an amused expression as the being took hold of the hand of the ice maiden, and then the Beserker – all of which crumpled into dust upon the floor. Charlotte cast her eyes down at it and then gave a light shoulder shrug. No doubt Lydia would be pissed at the loss of the suit, but Charlotte…..oh she had no ties to Greed, or any kingdom in hell for that matter. She served one, and Mazmezz was more than enough, thank you very much. What was she doing in Greed? You might ask. She was a Bebilith. One of Hell’s great demon hunters. Only thing was she chose her prey at will. In the humanoid form she was easier to deal with. As a full blown arachnid….that was another story.

The dust had not yet blown away, but Charlotte wasn’t hanging around to find out. Her crimson stained lips moved as she spoke an incantation, which caused her image to blur and then shimmer from view. Acting out her plane shifting technique which allowed her to move easily from realm to realm, or to a new place in Hell, the spider demon left the Blacksmith shop. Destination….unknown.

 

~RB~

 

Ballroom Blitz – SS.

 

Following on from “The Unveiling”, the Masquerade ball is not going exactly as the Princess of Greed had planned.  Those that danced the night away risked death.

Scene setting:  The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

Co-written with Temp, Zetta, Moo, and  Nhal.

 

Zetta:  His head nodded once, but fiercely, just like the look on the man’s face when he was told directly that his princess wanted him around. “I won’t let anyone near you, Princess.” He shortened his eyelids so that his actual iris can peer out of his head, and expand his peripherals far more than it had been. Like so the guard would be able to do better in an effort to keep his word. After all she was powerful in her own right having gone face to face against a dragon, and yet this strong woman wanted her guard to stand by her. Instead of using his abilities to quell all the violence. This only could mean that she had personally desired his presence, the thought would normally make him anything but excited. However in such a setting as this he needed to remain alert, and on her order, alert to everyone around them. A task made difficult when the other princess had gone to her own guard and seemed to be ordering a clean sweep of the people in the crowd; It would be impossible to find a dangerous individual in the midst of a crowd. He simultaneously felt that it was a necessary tactic to save face in front of the other nobles, easily getting control over a bustling group of people was a feat of it’s own and should stop the pointless fighting.. Cecil was done surveying the situation, he glanced once more at the amassed violence.

The royal guard turned back to Gabriel. “We may be safe from the fight mob, but is it really okay to just stand here?” He asked, to the one he saw as unknowing. Although hardly ever aware of her plans, he surely trusted them. His love was smiling, perhaps there was a more to it than idle joy.
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When the party suddenly turned violent, Blitz started to ignore his heightened senses, actively tuning them all down except for his sight. While doing this he was simultaneously searching for the two he walked in with, though more specifically the red-haired neko. As an individual she was very capable of defending herself, but against subtle aggression like this she would not even be aware of an offense against her until it was already too late.. This slight worry was canceled when he had finally met eyes with his lover, she was likely searching for him as well, easily identified by his hair and power usage. While he recognized her for he two-toned hair color. Now that he knew she was not drawn into the fighting he focused on his original task. Using the commotion as a fair guise to avoid awed party-goers, with effortless aerial precision the weightless half-god made it to the ceiling and perched himself onto the chandelier. He was mostly unconcerned with the chaos happening, were it not for Astarte his eyes would never even had diverted from his goal..

For the sake of not damaging anyone below him he maintained usage of his flying power to be weightless. He had been thinking to simply shout out Anarchy Division but now that the guards of Greed’s kingdom had mixed into the crowd as well it became an opportunity to prove himself more capable than them at stopping a large quarrel. Now he could enjoy a fight after all. The moment this thought crossed his mind however he heard the beat of a drum, then the voice of a rather important looking woman. She gave orders as if she was the one running the show.. That must be the head honcho in this Kingdom, and so it was actually he guards currently at work. Her issued word was that everyone remove their masks, that worked for him some, so just as it was asked. The man clipped the lower half of his mask between two fingers and flung it away. Before getting a full inch out of his vicinity though the mask disappeared completely, taken into his own realm for any possible future use. He hadn’t anticipated the princess would get involved directly after what happened, there was no means of drawing eyes to him with her presence established now, unless it was from her that Anarchy Division was recognized. So. He made his way to her, moving casually along the air as a bird would over everyone, mostly out of sight. She stood by a guard, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to waste any words on that one..

The man confidently extended a hand towards the now unmasked woman, grinning as he did so. “A fight breaks out in the middle of a friendly gathering. How shabby!” He was aiming to be provoking, the quickest way to get attention, albeit badly. “Your guys are incompetent. Why not hire my co-worker and I to find the one that started this?”

 

Nhal:  Belphegor, lacking a mask of any kind in his current form, tucked his arms behind his back and shook his head slowly. “What a sad display…” His head turned lazily towards Blitz as he moved throughout the room. “Your offering a payed service for that which is the equivalent of playing checkers with a toddler…” He shifted himself towards Lydia. “I shall perform a much more efficient service free of charge, consider it a gift for the celebration of your new reign… After all, simply having your guests remove their masks will not help you find a stranger in the crowd, you do not know each of your guests that personally…” He drifted forwards with a light chuckle. “Besides, solving such a childish puzzle will be at least somewhat interesting for me in comparison to such a dull event.” Moving to the center of the room, Belphegor spun around for a few moments before his sight drifted back to Blitz. “Watch and learn how to do a job properly, It will be of use in your future, i’m sure.

He raised his hand and a small orb of light drifted towards the Ceiling of the room, as it reached the top, the room immediately became devoured by darkness that not even the keenest of eyes could peer through. “First of all, we prevent escape…” As his sentence ended a sound of grinding and shattering glass echoed throughout the large hall and the room began to lighten up slightly, just enough to see. The doors, windows, and all other forms of entrance or exit became blockaded by a dark black crystal which prevented much of the light from outside from entering the room, and as well it seemed to absorb the light which already remained in the room, seemingly extinguishing it. “I would keep away from those If I were you… They tend to be rather voracious at the best of times.” He gave a soft nod and clapped his hands together, a small light illuminating the room with a dark purple hue. “Now, Shall we solve this little puzzle, Princess of Greed?…

 

Moo:  Kirsikka hadn’t been following the guard long before they wound up at the blacksmith’s shop. It was filled to the teeth with weapons and armor like any person would imagine. But she didn’t recognize any as the armor in the dreams of the wrath and greed soldiers. Her body solidified from the frost, taking up her usual shape, minus the annoying skirt of the ball gown she’d been wearing. Her mask remained for her own good… “Well, where did they put it?” Her hands moved to her hips, fingers thrumming against the cold fabric of her shortened dress. She turned her head to the guard. “Where’s the Berserk armor?” He was standing guard by the staircase for a reason…let it not be only to guard the merchandise within this room. Kirsikka watched him nod his head once, turning a little slowly to face a door she hadn’t caught before. Well, easy enough…She would move that way. And hopefully Belphegor was keeping himself entertained in the room above.


Gabriel couldn’t have been any more pleased with the events unfolding before her. This entire setup was going to ruin within the first hour of the ball, and it left Lydia looking like an imbecile. She was rushing her guards up from the floor; a completely hilarious situation where they couldn’t manage to stand without catching armor on one another and simply toppling over again. She grinned, moving her hand over her lips in order to keep her snickering to herself with Lydia’s screaming and hollering. Belphegor had remained rather calm and quiet the entire time, but that was boring. Gabriel couldn’t hold herself quite so high.

Cecil was of course on the look out, taking his job as seriously as she’d anticipated. Though as Lydia ordered the masks to be removed, he was more intent on questioning Gabriel about her decision. She moved her hand, sliding his mask from his face before she did the same with her own. “You’re really going to question me?” Her eyes roamed over his face, in which she guessed he might lower his eyes as he normally did. She tutted, offering him his mask. “If someone dared near me…” Well… “They would be made an example. Nobody dares confront me. Not wrath.” Her tone had taken up a hint of hostility, but it was normal. Well, the new normal. Her eyes slid from his while Belphegor moved past and began talking. Some pink haired idiot neared Lydia casually by walking down through the air. If that wasn’t enough to be seen as suspicious, she didn’t know what was. Of course a killer wouldn’t outright make himself known, unless he was as insane as she was. “Hire…” she muttered to herself with the softest of scoffs. The princess of greed wouldn’t waste her time. Either way, it didn’t matter to Sloth while he moved himself toward the center of the room and sent some peculiar object to the ceiling. This was boring… Let Lydia solve it on her own, she would surely find the perpetrator by checking the list. After a couple dozen or so died within the room. The grin split back across Gabriel’s face then.


Astarte had calmed for the most part when she’d made eye contact with Blitz. And while normally she didn’t question what he was doing, as it was usually the best…she understood that he could be compulsive. And now was not the time to be that much. “What are you doing, Blitz?..” she mumbled to herself while she watched him idle on the chandelier. The hellcat moved herself a little closer, but pressing through a crowd to reach him was going to be annoying. She watched as he walked down through the air toward the hostess of the event as she removed her mask, letting it fall to the floor as she didn’t need it any longer. She stared after him while the place where he landed was higher than the ballroom’s dance floor. With the room becoming quiet in regards to being ordered to remove their masks, it was easy to hear her lover’s voice. The word that caught her was incompetent. Was he really going to provoke the princess during a time like this? And even more than that…he was regarding to her as his co-worker…offering that she would help him in the search of this killer. She palmed her face, shaking her head slightly, but paused before looking up again. While it was good to have attention on Anarchy Division, it was debatable this was the way to go about it. But surely, either way…if they caught the killer, it would be impressive or helpful to those in this room. Thus doing their job in a more hands-on way. So it wasn’t all bad, until someone–a prince of all people–would point out there was no need to hire anyone. “Shoulda said for free…” she muttered, ears lowering slightly.

 

Temp:  William had been rather successful in killing his targets while remaining undetected. In fact, there was only one more target left on his list that was attending this party. The man was one of the key demons that brought down the Templar Order, and he would not escape William’s wrath. Unfortunately, it seemed that things were about to change for the worse. Everyone was ordered to remove their masks, and there was a demonic prince assisting in ‘illuminating’ the area due to the situation. There was no time left to hide in the shadows if he wished to kill his final target. While the crowd started removing their masks, William removed something else entirely. A large blade would be seen protruding from a demons face, seemingly piercing him from the back of his skull. What William had removed was Excalibur, which he had then immediately used to kill his final target. As soon as the man was dead and the crowd all turned to look at the scene, William pulled the sword free by flinging the weapon to the side, causing the skull to split open and the body to fling to the side. It was then that William removed the entirety of his outfit, which was the full face mask, cloak, and amulet. Once these items were removed, any and all demons near him would surely feel sick and weak. William was fully armed and wearing his holy armor, Grant. Sanctus, his shield, was then pulled from his back and into his other hand, with Excalibur in the other. “Targets Eliminated…Departure…Imminent.” Darkness wouldn’t hold someone like him in bondage within this place, so the blocked exits really meant nothing to him. Evil like that would be nothing but tissue paper to Excalibur. William had no intention of staying within this building now that his job was done. None of the remaining demons were beings he wished to eliminate, but he would do so should they decided to go on the offensive.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  At last, the roadster made it into the gravel drive of the Greed castle estate. Up ahead, the Doctor could see the many carriages and other vehicles that lined the road. It was a large turn out and the Hell’s Kitchen crew were running terribly late. Slowing the car down, the Doctor managed to see a spot that was big enough for his vehicle, and drove it into the space. The Doctor was not really the type of chap that liked making an entrance, but under the circumstances he and his party had little choice. Switching off the engine, the Doctor chortled.

“Better late than never!” His voice full of optimism and pride as he winked at Narcissa. She had scrubbed up real well and was sure to have a few of the Princes of Hell asking for a spot on her dance card.

All the car doors opened simultaneously, and each stepped out into the cool night air, but not before the crew heard the sound of shrieking and yelling came from within the Castle doors. The Doctor paused for a moment, wondering what on earth was causing all the fuss. He glanced back at Loc and Roxanne, who was the creature’s date and exclaimed. “Must be one hell of a buffet!” Little did he know what was really going on.

Escorting Narcissa up the marble stairs, the Doctor glanced up to see the sudden appearance of black crystal on the doorway and windows, which completely blocked all light and noise from escaping from within. For some reason, those within didn’t want any more guests…..or anyone leaving.

The Doctor rubbed his cheek in disbelief. This was most unusual and he stared down at the invitation that he had been sent. “Yes, it was definitely tonight. How odd.”

Wilhelm turned to his little crew and shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“Anyone up for pizza?”

The Princess of Greed stared at the outstretched hand that was offered by Blitz, along with a rather cutting comment about how the whole affair was now a shabby mess. Oh, you could see the delightful tell tale rise of veins appearing on the Princess’s neck, to have this man….and the gall of him saying such terrible things about her first ever ball.

“A fight breaks out in the middle of a friendly gathering. How shabby!”

“Hmmph!” The Princess was not amused. She looked down her nose at Blitz and said in a droll tone “And you are?’Lydia had no clue whatsoever who this chap was, but he had already managed to get on her bad side.

“Your guys are incompetent.”

This brought a roll of the eyes from Lydia, as another six guards fell over in a heap. “Tell me something I don’t know!” Oh the Princess’s bark was worse than her bite. The clincher was of course when Blitz suggested she hire some of his people from Anarchy division. With a swelling of her bosom, Lydia placed her curled fists squarely upon her svelte hips and snorted. “Pay? Pay? This ball has cost me enough already, without having to PAY for extra muscle.” The word muscle emphasized with the very pronounce wiggle of her head. Blitz may have bitten off more than he could chew, but as luck would have it, the Prince; Belphegor happened to put in his two cents – and Lydia for once was impressed.

“I shall perform a much more efficient service free of charge, consider it a gift for the celebration of your new reign… After all, simply having your guests remove their masks will not help you find a stranger in the crowd, you do not know each of your guests that personally…”

Lydia turned and the look on her face was one of admiration and respect.

“My dear Prince. You are indeed a true man of valor. Let’s do this.”

Stepping back, she folded her arms; tapping her mask against her side as she watched the Prince prepare his magic, to seal all of the exits and illuminate the room with a light purple glow. Lydia smirked with glee. Oh, now they get to see just who the culprit for all this drama was. In the back of her mind however, she knew she had other matters to attend too, but for now, it was solving the puzzle.

As luck would have it, the one that HAD been at the center of everything that had gone wrong that evening decided to reveal his true self in front of all the distinguished royals of Hell. The peeling back of the outfit came to show a warrior that was wearing of all things….Holy armor. Lydia gasped at the sight of Excalibur being wielded, along with a holy shield. The light that came from both was almost blinding. The man or….holy being had just killed yet another face in the crowd, and the blood from his kill spurted all over the floor and a nearby rug.

 

“BASTARD!” Lydia hissed violently, as she grabbed at the edges of her skirt and started to march towards the intruder.“How dare you ruin my ball?!” Her hands began to glow an eerie shade of green as her horns started to emerge out of the top of her head. If it was a battle he wanted, he was going to get it. All the exits were sealed, and there would be no way out. Lydia hurtled a green fire ball towards the man’s right hand to get him to drop the sword.

~RB~

 

 

Dancing with Death – SS.

 

Behind the gilded masks lay creatures of true deceit.  The ball continues.

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

Co-written with Krystal, Zetta, Moo, Dessy, Temp and Nhal.

 

Krystal:  Maya found herself separated from Allister, and from under her mask, her blue eyes showed a little panic. Before long, though, she exhaled quickly, collecting herself. “I’ll just have to find him, that’s all…” She began making her way through the crowd, occasionally brushing against other ball-goers, all dressed to the nines. The quality and art of the gowns were astounding, and the expertise that went into making each suit was something to wonder about. As she made her way through the crowd, as luck would have it, she bumped into a man wearing an elaborate cloak and a full-faced mask. She looked up at him to apologize, but as they met eyes, she stopped, examining the eyes staring back at hers. “…William…?” she asked, her voice as soft as ever.

Allister was looking around for Maya, but not as dedicated as Maya was looking for him. He was enjoying the party while keeping an eye out for his friend. From under his mask, his blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the grandeur of the place. The architecture… The gowns, suits, artwork, music… This was truly an amazing spectacle. Then he saw her, the woman at the top of the stairs, dressed in a lovely blood red gown. Lydia…? He suddenly felt a little nervous. If she saw him, or Maya, things might go badly for them. He had to find Maya and warn her. Lydia was the only one who knew them, and the only one who could give them away. He started to push through the crowds, making sure to stay polite, looking for Maya.

 

Dessy:  Once they had started dancing, Mariela was focusing on the steps. She was quite a skilled dancer, her father always dancing with her when she was little and teaching her different dances. Then as she got older and started going to parties, her mother taught her a few dances her father didn’t know. She turned her head to see Lydia talking to some man. “Who’s Lydia talking to?” she asked, looking back at Scar with a curious expression on her face. Dancing with Scar, she had realized he seemed to be a natural at dancing. She wasn’t sure if he was taught, or if it just sorta came to him. At Scar’s compliment, Mariela gave a smile. “Thank you, Scar. My parents taught me a lot of different dances when I was little.” she spoke softly.

 

 

Nhal:  Giving a slow tired nod, Sloth yawned quietly as he observed the new arrival. “I see… So she’s the one who wound up killing off Greed.” Watching the woman walk down the stairs he tilted his head towards Kirsikka slowly, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Our Lord says that we must be wary… He feels very suspicious of this one… Please keep yourself out of the way.” he slowly moved and drifted his way around the room, moving towards Lydia and company. “Ahh so this is the woman that took the place of my brother?… I must say, such a task is no easy feat. Under normal circumstances that is…” his shadowy figure stood tall, nodding his head towards her respectfully. “I am Belphegor… It is a pleasure to meet you my dear.

 

Moo:  

“Technically speaking,” Kirsikka remarked under her breath. Her eyes lifted, gazing at him from the side while he spoke word of caution. Her head barely gave a hint of her nodding. “Aren’t I always?” The corner of her lips gave way to a smirk before she began moving slowly in the other direction. The doors to the rest of the castle weren’t too far; just a cut through the dance floor and she was capable to go where she pleased, given any guards didn’t give her trouble. Her eyes danced over the guests while she traveled through them, landing briefly on Belphegor while he introduced himself to none other than the princess of greed. She barely paid mind to those surrounding the two. Eventually in taking hands with a few guests, she was spun about the room, keeping her eyes toward the doors. It wasn’t until Kirsikka was led to the edge of the dance floor that she disappeared completely. A light blue frost swept through the crack of the door, leaving some ice to shape itself to the frame. If guards took notice of the difference and attempted to open them, they would find the doors stuck for several minutes. Enough to buy her time to roam the halls without notice.


Gabriel’s eyes remained holding Lydia’s gaze while the two conversed. The corner of her lips twitched with some amusement. As easy as it was to ignore the compliment, Gabriel did take some form of enlightenment in the woman’s humor. “An amazing gift for a woman… If he wasn’t turning over in his grave over mine, he would at yours.” Everyone knew Mammon had no taste for women on a throne; the very reason he had stomped to Wrath with a half assed army. The kingdom was no gift; it was taken. None other than a demon of ambition would set her sights on such a grand opportunity. It was questionable what the woman would want next. Gabriel’s smile remained as Lydia giggled, flitting her fan. Oh, the materialistic souls of Hell were quite the bore.

“I believe you don’t,” Gabriel agreed with her eyes narrowing in the slightest. While she was one to obtain what she wanted through force, Lydia had no problem manipulating those around her. And slowly, Gabriel attempted to do the same…Draven proved to be a failure, but she assured herself that next time, the djinn would be hers. Even if it meant cutting off his legs so he couldn’t run; so long as his hands were in tact, she could have what she wanted from the boy. Though, that was something to think about at another time. The sharp inhale from the princess caused Gabriel’s attention to right itself. Trouble must have been stirring, not an hour into the eve. It caused the woman to smirk, watching Lydia soften her expression once more. “A second gift from Greed,” she mused. “The generosity here is astounding.” It was enough to make any person wary. Her crimson hues stared at the male accompanying Lydia as the princess leaned toward her ear. “What would the demon of ambition have planned for me?” The closeness might put Cecil on edge; her gaze slid over to him, a small and pleasant smile placed perfectly on her lips while her eyes seemed to give away the truer feelings she possessed at this moment. To deal with Lydia now would save her a great deal of annoyance in the future, surely. And such a beautiful face could make her throne room feel a little more homey. Mammon could certainly use the company in his grave…

The woman’s thoughts were put on hold as a new presence made himself known, speaking to Lydia alone. Belphegor…Gabriel hadn’t expected the likes of him to show up at this party. Even Asmodeus was more likely to show his face than this lazy brute. He wasted no time in presenting himself, causing a bit of amusement to pass over Gabriel’s face. Under normal circumstances. This was pleasant; Lydia might not have been as smooth as she originally thought. Mammon was simply an idiot… Something easily noted as he had blindly set himself up for his undoing. All that was required was the extra push. And Gabriel’s money was placed on Lydia having something to do with that.


Astarte’s attention had been caught by the boys’ conversation about a man that Eren apparently owed a match to. The same one who had injured him before he’d run into the couple, more than likely. The two had a better understanding of each other than she did, in a sense. Being boys who happened to love fighting all the same. Still, her reminder of behaving themselves wasn’t ignored. She was pleased, even in hearing Blitz’ simple yeah, yeah. The hellcat smiled. If something happened, she wouldn’t blame the pair…and hopefully Eva wouldn’t so much as question the event. The woman did hold herself high, and paid little regard to anything happening outside the Anarchy Division, much less if she was getting time to herself or not. The woman deserved a break anyway…being here was a simple pleasure for the three. Handing out cards was no task; they could socialize and present the Anarchy Division as hard working, dedicated civilians of Hell. Taking up a job or two if it was offered wouldn’t hurt any less either. Considering this, her words had little weight to them; the boys would end up finding entertainment where they would with no disdain from the hellcat.

Entering the room, she hadn’t been completely aware of her surroundings. Though Blitz’ shoulder brushing against hers brought the woman’s attention to him easily. Astarte couldn’t help but let out a surprised whoa of sorts, coming out light and girly. Her arm found its way around the back of her lover’s neck, the other hanging loose while their lips locked together. It caused a rise in her heart rate, blinking before she closed her eyes in his embrace. There was no regard for the place he chose to do this; she would never argue with his romanticism, as she looked forward to it constantly, and would return it wherever possible. Disappointingly enough, the moment ended too soon and she found herself having to lift upright before she fell to her rear. Thank you, cat reflexes… Mask on, mask off. You’re my girl. The reminder was a little thrilling, actually, as it caused Astarte to grin. The woman did not need any reminding… No single person could ever hope to obtain the place in her heart that Blitz had, no matter the efforts they put forth. She would remind him of this when the time presented itself. But for the time being, she was here on business. She reminded herself of that as she looked down at the deck of cards in her hand. The hellcat had been left with thirty-five…Eren was the guilty party of taking her last five, as if turning the entire ordeal into a competition.

With the three dispersing into the room, it was made rather apparent that it was exactly the thing on the Phoenix’s mind. Astarte couldn’t withhold her chuckle as she watched a breeze of air pass through toward Blitz’ section of the ballroom. She shook her head, smiling while she began greeting a group of men and women. None were worth more than a glance as she handed them cards and began to talk about the jobs Anarchy Division accepted. No job was too dirty; prices were easy in regards to the sums the nobles held in their own pockets, even as they spoke to her now. The hellcat moved from one group to another, until her eye caught a rather peculiar looking gentleman. He looked sick, or maybe drunk. He swayed as she offered her hand, before looking rather concerned. His eyes drooped, and he fell to the floor with a thud. She stepped back immediately, raising her arms as though she didn’t touch the man at all. It wasn’t so obvious the ball wouldn’t run smoothly that night; but there were other party crashers in the room. Astarte’s gaze moved along nearby men and women, lowering her arms slowly. Some rushed toward the man, chatter beginning, as well as some panic.  

 

Zetta:  Even with his back turned he had caught ear of his surroundings, listening closely to both ladies near him as they continued to mingle. Cecil was doing his duty as one usually close to Her, Lady Wrath. Running his blue ocular orbs quickly atop the masses here at the Greed Kingdom’s castle. Hoping to identify one of them as a danger to the rest, just to be able to go back to his love and tell her of his findings so that maybe he could leave her- if she wanted, with a good impression. The most odd thing he found was a cloaked man, completing his outfit with a mask covering his entire face, unaware of where he was prior Cecil only looked his way because he was the first to bump into someone in this whole thing. Sure enough right after he did so he blended right back into the crowding, his watcher losing sight of him thereafter. While idle he would turn around briefly in time to witness the other Lady moving toward Gabriel, already alert he was just about to take a step in their direction, thinking this could be the chance he wanted. But he was getting a look as well, the same killing intent he fell for back at the other castle, the gaze of infinite anger-in-madness came toward him. Only due to familiarity was he able to confidently look back, for the sake of acknowledgement there was a split-second that the two of Wrath looked eye to eye. Immediately after Cecil’s eyes met the ground beneath her, so as not to anger her, but let her know that he took note.

Now left option-less, the lone guard of wrath turned hunk of a date brought his eyes back to the gathering. He finished his observation of the room in eleven seconds flat. “Hmm. Maybe nothing is going to happen to Lady Gabriel after all..” He would have to struggle to actually witness every single presence in the room but he did in fact feel comfortable with the visual sweeping. At least now the blame would not come to him if he were to not notice anything more peculiar in the future of the grand ball. “I guess I sho-” Stopping himself dead in-tow, however just before the man turned around he quickly noticed a grouping of three individuals entering the place. For such a party they all looked casually dressed with just a bit of preparation involved for their gathering here. All except the man behind what appeared to be a couple, that one was right after them and so it was made obvious to him that he wanted to show his ability to present himself. The man before him was unpredictable, swiftly taking his mate to their own world and then simply dropping her off where she was. That was incredibly unprecedented, moves like that should be prohibited as any number of things could have happened with the accordance of such a close kiss. Weary eyes would never catch a move like that much less note it as a dangerous aspect. But neither of them were in the immediate vicinity of the royal guard, or his prominent Lady Wrath. So it was unnecessary to acknowledge them further, though for the sake of peeking his interest he followed the female of the three to watch what she would do after such a dramatic display of affection..

Unsurprisingly, she was quick into her own pacing, for this he shifted his gaze back along the crowd. His eyes widened when he finally took note of the dangerous presence he was ever-aware about. The woman he’d been eyeing was just a few inches away too, until she was directly upon him, and in that moment he collapsed! He certainly looked pale before, and this was where Cecil’s mind became active; Considering the worst cases here. Going along with the subtle approaching rearing themselves in this ball, it was most likely that he was not sick, but poisoned. A feature that he would not have acknowledged before as everyone was dancing actively, one person bumping into another would mean nothing in a crowd. Now the gaze of the guard would go back onto the woman, or where she had been, because after a minute of his note-taking she was gone. Now he was looking for that one in that full-mask, cloaked down to his boots. Now that one could truly be taken as a suspect, but before he could search for him or anyone else who had brushed that man he would return himself to Gabriel. Still in the midst of accompanying the other Lady, yet another person made himself known. To this though, Cecil would make his way to his love. Gabriel appeared idle to him for the moment and this was his chance to relay. “Gab…” Cutting her name into a sort of alias would make it seem like they held endearment, he was told to be normal after all, and while he debated on the true meaning of this he figured that as her date he was permitted to such boldness. This was almost surely the only time he would have the pleasure. “there’s a growing panic on the floor, you think I should check it out?” He never spoke like this to her before, being casual almost felt alien to him, but he was ‘normal’ at one point of his life and so acting as such was slightly befitting.
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Blitz was hot on rich tail, making his way beside many who were already paired into groups of dancers he was etching himself into the memories of many as he effortlessly broke several romantic moments with his entrance. Beholding a reduced number of about 25 cards he had been making rounds of these people, being asked time and time again about what exactly the mercenary clique did. “What!?” Asked rhetorically, obviously, he did not allow a moment to fully past as he wanted his respondents to not say anything after him- but be given the impression that he only questioned them for not already knowing because the business was so widely known. “Anarchy Division only does everything!” He commonly followed up with, finding himself bearing a smile with his progress. This only serving to encourage a smile in the other party with a heart-felt response of pleasantry. A few times he was pushed towards a full explanation by surprises responses of actual interest, nobles were too oblivious he felt, the diversity was invisible unless one was to metaphorically dissect these people. Luckily for him, he was here on topics of expansion, once he had someone sold enough to take his card he could bid for a hasty retreat and be off on his merry way. The man was downing his total the best way he could after catching that dark breeze from Eren, something he was able to easily perceive once he had come in contact with it. For he could see different energies from an individual almost in separate coloring than others, just another trick learned from his former closeness with real forces of life.

The demigod was looking for more prominent people, as always if he could make to it a root of nobles, he would have his name in for the references needed to bring Anarchy Division some real money. He began searching in higher places for someone to come to, looking better taking care of than a simplistic dress or a button-down shirt. But class that he used to be accustomed to, before his time in the mansion where he had the ability to act however he wanted. For that he was sure that looking in escalated areas was a smarter tactic.. And then it hit him.. Why not simultaneously attract everyone.. This idea was birthed upon finding the chandelier above the mid-section of the building, since there was less noise up there he would easily manage to project his voice to descend on those below. Promoting his group even further and easily ridding of Eren’s competition. Making such a move could result in a bad look for Anarchy Division, if everyone saw him flying while a dance was going on, but just as he thought this a bunch of people began making way to one side of the room. Some side-event probably, his enhanced senses picked on exactly what had been happening though. Someone fell out in the middle of party. This made for an opportune moment to get high and then onto the chandelier. He began flying upward, using this ability to make himself weightlessly ascend in the wake of panic.

 

Temp:  William had definitely not expected Maya or Allister to actually approach him in this place, considering what he was doing was supposed to be covert. Any kind of attention that could be put towards him was a bad thing, and apparently Maya didn’t quite understand that. His head turned to look around him to see if anyone noticed what she had said, thankfully everyone was too busy with the poison victim.“Maya…dangerous…leave…” William had no time to talk, as there would likely be a bit of a security increase now. He placed a hand on Maya’s shoulder and held it there for a moment, then simply walked past her and faded into the crowd. Hopefully she and Allister would make it through this unscathed and wouldn’t do anything reckless.

 

For now what was important was keeping up on his assassinations, as well as lowering any probability of him being the likely suspect. In order to do this he would have to make it look like someone else was going about murdering people, and make sure that other people saw it. There was never a lack of useful poisons in the world, thanks to this he knew just what to do. Once again he walked towards his targets, which there were two of. As soon as he was close to one of them he patted him on the back and simultaneously stabbed him with another poisoned needle. This poison was a peculiar one that sent it’s victim into a frenzy of anger after a short duration. William made his way away from the two and into another crowd, making his way towards the opposite side of the room. After ten minutes or so the poisoned man suddenly flipped out and started attacking the man in front of him, taking a dagger from his coat and stabbing him repeatedly. If guards didn’t take care of the man then the poison would, though it would take several hours. Hopefully that little distraction and set up would clear him from any curious eyes.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

 ~The Chamber of the Spider~

 
While the classical music filled the castle halls, deep within the bowels of the castle there was a chamber that was not too far from the old gnome’s blacksmith shop. This part of the castle was hardly used, and in no way was as grand or elegant as the upper floors. The stone flooring that lead to the chamber was dust ridden and there were cobwebs hanging from the upper crevices that ran along the ceiling. There were few torches and only some were lit. From high above where the band was playing a waltz for the regal guests, the sound below was almost like a low bass thudding. No merriment or pleasure gained from the sound. Shadows in this dark corridor seemed to stretch on further than what would be considered natural. But little did those that attended the ball, realize that the very thing that led Mammon to his death was kept in the dark chamber. Standing atop a small podium that was round in shape and approximately 30 inches was the Beserker armor. Surrounding the armor was twelve stone statues. Each holding a long sword tight within their grasp. The statues appeared worn and covered in a thick layer of dust. Again…there were spiders webs in all corners of the room and at the back a larger web again. A light Chittering sound is heard, but then there is silence. The Beserker’s armor still bares the scrapes and scratches from battle, but all blood has been absorbed.

~The Grand Ballroom~

Mariela was right to be curious about just who the Princess of Greed was speaking too. In fact, Lydia had made a beeline right for the handsome looking young man. Scar lifted his head slightly and then narrowed his gaze at the pair. Interesting. He had not come across this man before, but by the looks of his dress, it would appear that he was one of the Princes of Hell. But which one? He had with him a rather large gentleman that stood quite close to the Prince. Scar jutted out his bottom lip and tried to make head or tail of it. Continuing to twirl Mariela around the dance floor, whilst stealing glances, Scar had a question of his own. ”I had no idea that one of Hell’s Princes was gay.” Again he twirled the young witch and leaned over for a better look through the crowd. ”And if he is gay…I think Lydia is wasting a perfectly good flirt. Look at her. Tsk.” To be truthful, Scar had no idea who the gentleman was, but then another approached Lydia and this one was moving rather slowly. Drawing his own conclusion after seeing the chap yawn, then speak to Lydia, Scar said. ”My money is on THAT Prince being Sloth….er, I mean Belphegor.” Giving a light shrug of his shoulders, he continued to dance with Mariela, before looking at her and asking. ”Did you want to hob knob with the likes of those royals?” The Alp was curious to see if Mariela wished to be introduced.

 

Keeping up appearances was the order of the day for Lydia as the change in her expression from seeing Maya and Allister didn’t go unnoticed. Yes, she tried to speak of more topical subjects, like the breaking of the curse that Mammon had set upon Gabriel on his dying breath. As Gabriel asked what the new Princess of Greed had in store for him, another royal approached and this one was the brother of Mammon. Lydia was about to put on the performance of her life as she turned ever slightly and found herself falling beneath his shadow. Belphegor towered over her and though he could have been cutting in his remarks and introduction he held back and used tact. Lydia lowered her fan slightly and offered what appeared to be a genuine smile. Not the kind where she grit her teeth for she bore no ill will for Belphegor at all. She was wary however. Knowing Gabriel was right there, the Princess of Greed was careful in her reply. ”Delighted to meet Mammon’s kin, and under such circumstances. We here at Greed mourned the passing of your dear Brother. He of course left a legacy which I am sure that we will uphold.” What legacy Lydia meant was to be kept close to her chest. Suddenly, Lydia brightened as she went into full hostess mode. ”Oh how rude of me. Belphegor, may I present….Gabriel, PRINCESS of Wrath.” Oh the cheeky look on her face as she gestured to the stunning male that WAS Gabriel. ”We were just discussing how fast change was occurring. I mean. One minute there was seven Princes of Hell…now there are….are…uhm.” She paused a moment, since Gabriel still looked like a Prince, not a Princess. ”Five…” Lydia couldn’t hold back the giggle. It really was kind of funny when you thought about it. But Lydia’s good humor was about to come to an abrupt end. The black suited companion that had joined her from the stairs had been keeping a watchful eye on those that were dancing and enjoying the sumptuous delights from the buffet tables. Lydia’s companion made a strange sound and then bent his head to whisper in Lydia’s ear. You could see the smile fade from her face instantly as he passed on word that there had been an incident. ”Already?” Lydia exclaimed before rolling her eyes. It was at this moment, she asked the two princes to be excused. ”If you would both excuse me, I must attend to a trifle little matter.” Chatter was already building from some of the guests as they formed a circle around the fallen man. The one that had just been murdered. Picking up her skirts, Lydia rushed over to see just was causing such a ruckus.

Scar had also heard the commotion and stopped in his dance with Mariela. His eyes darted from the scene where a man had fallen, to the swift movement of Lydia and her companion across the floor towards them. It was then another fight broke out in a different part of the room. A man had removed a hidden dagger from within his coat and was stabbing another guest wildly. The ball was turning into chaos, and this was the moment that Scar was afraid of. He seized Mariela’s hand and went to drag her from the dance floor, towards one of the terraces that led to the garden maze. ”No time for questions. I made a promise to you. Come on!”

Lydia spun around at the sound of the new fight that had broken out and this was when she lost all patience. Her wonderful party and all her plans would fall into ruin due to unknown reasons. ”Guards!” She screamed on the top of her voice. As they would file in from various doors and entrances, she pointed out the two men fighting, while a Doctor was seeing to the man on the floor.

 

~RB~

 

 

Curses and charms – SS.

 

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

Co-written with Krystal, Zetta, Temp, Moo, Perv, Dessy and Nhal.

 

Krystal:  Maya managed to sneak herself and Allister in via a baker’s van as it was bringing new supplies into the castle. As the driver got out, they made their escape, ducking into the open loading bay doors. They were lucky enough not to be seen, and they made it into a quiet hallway on the third level of the castle.

Music could be heard resonating around the castle walls. It was very loud, and Allister was giddy with anticipation. “This is going to be exciting…! C’mon, lets go find some fancy clothes in one of the rooms!” Allister grabbed Maya’s hand as they began sprinting down the hallway.

Maya’s hood flew off as he dragged her with him. “Hey, slow down…!” she hissed, trying to stay quiet. They found a room and ducked into it, closing the door behind them.“Perfect. Now lets hope there are some nice things in here…” Maya went to a wardrobe and began digging. She pulled out a black tuxedo and tossed it to Allister. “Try this on,” she said, hardly even glancing at it on the hanger.

Allister caught it before it whacked him in the face, and eyed it up. It was laced with some nice silver fabric, complete with a frilly under-shirt, a choker, and a vest. The pants were simply black dress pants accompanied with shiny black shoes. Allister nodded approvingly before going to another side of the room to try it on. “Keep your back turned, don’t peek~” he teased as he pulled off his shirt.

Maya scoffed, mostly ignoring him. She abandoned the wardrobe and headed toward the opposite side of the room of Allister, opening up a closet. She gasped quietly, and stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft ‘click’ of the door’s jamb.

Allister heard it, and as he finished putting himself together, he turned around, finding Maya gone from the room. “Maya?”he called, heading toward the closet.

“I’m in here, just hang on,” she said, sounding a little troubled. Something about a god damned zipper and her hair could be heard as mumbles on the inside.

After a few long moments, the door opened, and out of the darkness of the closet, Maya stepped out wearing a red silk dress complete with black frills and black jewelled patterns. She also held a mask in her hand that perfectly matched the outfit. The servants of the castle sure did have classy clothing. She stepped into the room and did a small twirl. Her hair was down and against her back, curling elegantly along her pale skin. “How… do I look?” Maya asked Allister, her blue eyes shining through the mask she wore over her face.

Allister’s eyes widened from behind his own mask, and he opened it to say something, but it just closed again. After a pause, he cleared his throat and held out his arm, a smile spreading across his lips. He’d never seen her look so… astonishing. “You look gorgeous, Maya. Lets get going so we don’t miss the fun.”

Maya took his arm, a slight blush forming on her face. “Thank you, Allister. You’re too kind.” With that, they made their way down to the main area to join in the fun. They made their way down the stairs and joined in with all the other masquerade folk, blending in quite nicely. Tonight would definitely be an interesting one.

 

Temp:  So far everything had been going rather smoothly as far as the party went. William’s infiltration was flawless and his mingling was working out fairly well, despite his issues with talking. Keeping things short and avoiding contact with others was proving to be very successful. There were more and more people showing up, some of which were fairly powerful. Regardless, he was a being that they were all weak against, and that’s not counting his arsenal. His targets were all around him and doing various things, but almost all of them were in perfect view of others. The first kill he was going to carry out would have to be as subtle as possible. As he made his way through the room he quickly took notice of Maya and Allister, something that immediately worried him. There was no way they could recognize him in his disguise, but seeing them in such a dangerous place was troubling. Even though they were here, he would carry out his mission. His first kill would be a rather low end noble who was on his list, and luckily was in a crowd of people. With a series of poisoned needles in hand, all he had to do was bump into someone and stick them with one, the rest would follow shortly after. This was exactly what he did, as he approached the noble he ‘accidentally’ nudged him with his shoulder, immediately apologizing afterwards. The room was busy and full of people, so accidents like this were to be expected. What wasn’t expected was said person dying shortly after. Since the noble had been surrounded by people, figuring out who might have had a hand in his death would be fairly difficult, if anyone even cared that is. The man wouldn’t die right away though, and instead would likely just show signs of fatigue before succumbing to the poison completely. The man was as good as dead. One down…how many more to go?

 

 

Dessy:  “Why do you sound so jealous, Scar?” Mariela asked jokingly, turning her head to watch Lydia walk down with the raven who turned into a male. Scar sounded like he was jealous, but with Scar, it was no telling, really. “She made an entrance, that’s for sure.” she said, watching Lydia walk down the stairs. Mariela looked at Scar when he spoke about “something being bound to happen”, then made the comment about people asking her to dance, and she gave a shrug. “I highly doubt that, Scar. But, thanks.” she said, giving a light smile. She’ll admit, Scar had a way with words when it came to charming women. Scar was also not as bad as Mariela originally thought he was going to be.

 

Nhal:  

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There is no need to be so formal child…” His center eye began to glow again lightly as he gazed in her direction, observing her outfit. “An interesting choice to say the least..” He turned his long neck and looked around the large room slowly. “I am yet to find our lady of the hour… Do you suppose you could point out our new Greed if you spotted her?…” He spoke softly before releasing a shallow yawn, lifting a hand lightly to scratch at his shoulder. The smog that was his lower body whisped around slowly, blowing around and twisting, fading like smoke.

 

Moo:  Kirsikka’s gaze turned until landing on Sloth once more. A brow began to perk, but she quickly normalized her expression again. “Interesting? I planned it carefully to impress you, my Lord.” Perhaps rather daring of her to say. Though, if she were trying to impress Belphegor, it was likely she needed something more dark in nature. Being in white now, she looked like a frost princess. Almost as if she didn’t belong in Hell at all. More like she was an angel forced to stay here; until one came to know her personality.

At the mention of the lady of the hour, Kirsikka’s gaze turned up toward the top of the stairs, where a woman happened to come into view. Talk about perfect timing. “I think she’s just made her entrance,” the female replied with a bit of a smirk. “What a lovely woman… Don’t you think?” Her head turned once more to smile at her Lord, awaiting his response. Knowing what she looked like at least made this easier. Now she could keep track of where the woman moved while they went through their own motions, as planned before the party.

[Short post is short. slkjf]


So, the one and only princess of greed had finally arrived. Gabriel gazed at the beauty from her position on the floor, a broad smile placed over her lips. “I would expect nothing less,” she commented with a chuckle. A black raven swooped in and perched itself near her, and morphed into that of a handsome man, Gabriel couldn’t withhold a scoff. Skip the pleasantries; she wanted to meet this woman and come to know the new head of greed. It seemed the woman was already enjoying herself, with a bounce to her step, eyes roaming the room. Now, who could she be looking for? Gabriel began moving once again, tapping Cecil’s arm to notify him instead of simply dragging him along. “Shall we?”

The change in expression on the princess’ face while her eyes landed on Gabriel was a bit of a treat. Mostly because Gabriel could laugh with the woman over the subject of her little involuntary sex change. “Try to act a little normal?” She turned her head to look at Cecil, casually stepping between guests and avoiding small groups of demons. “If you impress me, you might come to enjoy the after party.” A joke, mostly, depending on Gabriel’s mood when this party was over. If things went over smoothly, she would have her feminine body back once more. Due to Mammon’s apparent hobby in curses, she assumed he had books on such subjects…and if that was in fact the case, perhaps with the new princess’ kindness, everything could return to normal. Her main priority in coming to this party, otherwise the woman might not have chosen to come at all. She had just been to war with greed, after all. Whether or not this new throne holder recognized Mammon’s delusions and stupidity mattered very little.

 

Eventually in reaching the princess, Gabriel gave a deep bow. Definitely out of character. “Well, how do you do,” she greeted with a devilishly handsome smile. Tilting her head back to gaze at Lydia, she took in the woman’s features; or what was apparent, save the upper half of her face. “Might I say you look absolutely stunning this evening.” Being that Gabriel was a man, she would have to play the part and offer to take the princess’ hand, to kiss upon it before letting it go to straighten once more. “I couldn’t help but fight my way to the front of the line in hopes for a dance with someone as lovely as yourself.” With her arm having been freed from Cecil’s, she was open to make a move. Taking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, she held it up for a brief moment before sipping from it. She was open for conversation first; though the flattery should have been promising enough.


Well, Astarte had never really expected to dress up while she was in Hell. But parties weren’t out of the question. Standing at the doorway to the ballroom now, she looked down at her outfit, feeling a little silly. Anything but girly, dresses were certainly not the norm for her. Such had been made aware while Rin played dress up with her in the mansion before his untimely death. Luckily enough, even after much hassle and bickering with the seamstress, she was put into something a little more her style. A leather mask and corset seemed befitting, as well as the fact the mask was nearly cat shaped. Astarte had originally rolled her eyes at the idea, but she couldn’t disagree with the seamstress while looking in the mirror. Hopefully her lover would feel similarly.

Speaking of Blitz, he had chosen red for his color. So, the skirting on the dress was overlaid with red colored velvet; heavy and even a little warm for Astarte, but wearable nonetheless. Standing here beside him now, she hoped for the best possible outcome in this mission. With both men close enough to hear her, she gladly would remind them to behave. At least until the cards were handed out. “Let’s try our best to make good terms with Eva,” she said lightly, switching her gaze from one to the other. “Something is bound to happen; it’s a party in Hell. Jump in where you want, but… Remember that we’re here on behalf of the Anarchy Division.” Seemingly content with that, she moved her arm in place of Blitz’ so they could enter the well dressed room, which was filling rather quickly. Being prepared, the hellcat already held business cards in her free hand.

[Mask // Dress]

 

Razorbackwriter:

 ~Prince Charming? Don’t you ever stop being dandy showing me you’re handsome~

The new Princess of Greed was gracious in her approach to Gabriel, who acted like Prince Charming. Even though the two had not met before, it was pretty clear from Gabriel’s effeminate features that this was the Princess of Wrath. His voice had an unmistakable tone, putting his best foot forward in treating Lydia with respect. No doubt Gabriel would have been a lot different if she were in her normal body. “Might I say you look absolutely stunning this evening.” He said, looking her over before his eyes came to meet her own. “I was about to say the same thing. You cut quite the figure in that suit.” If it was a night of performances, Lydia would keep up her end as well. “I see that Mammon had left you with a little something before he died. You are taking it well in your stride, I must say.” Watching Gabriel take up a glass of champagne, and prepare for small talk, Lydia was happy to oblige. “Course, he left me a little something too.” Lydia meant the Kingdom of Greed itself, not that Mammon would have ever wanted her to have it. His pet hate was to see women in authority. The Princess giggled and flitted her fan, while her man in waiting stood regally at her side, keeping close eye on those that moved around them.

 

“I had thought that perhaps there would have been ill will towards Greed, but of course I seek to allay fears that we are still on a war footing. I mean, Mammon attacked…what? A day after you had been crowned. Tsk tsk. You’ll be happy to know, I am not one that rushes in like my predecessor.”

Lydia offered a wide smile, before nodding politely to Cecil. “You must be awfully proud to be escorting Gabriel.” The Princess doing her utmost to engage conversation. For a moment however, she let her eyes pan the room, only to spot Maya and Allister, the couple that had tipped off Lydia about the death of Belial. Lydia took in a sharp breath and narrowed her eyes, before remembering herself and then showed a much softer look. She knew tonight would be about business above all else and she was sure to make sure Gabriel had her attention. “Later this eve, I have a gift of my own for you.”She leaned in and then whispered to Gabriel. “To remove that…nasty little curse.” Gabriel was sure to know what that meant. As she was Princess of Greed and had inherited all of Mammon’s powers, it was within her capabilities…..for a price.

Scar could see that the Princess had already gone into hostess mode, and let out a snort as he saw just who it was with. It took a moment for him to stop staring, and of course it was Mariela who would reign him in. She accepted his offer to dance, and with a polite bow, he ushered her onto the dance floor, and began to waltz with her to the beat of the music. He was very light on his feet, and you could say he was a natural. Around and around they would go. Scar holding Mariela firmly as her skirts were to float along the floor. “You dance divinely, my dear Mariela.” The alp said in a soft voice, as they moved effortlessly between the other dancers.

~RB~

 

Zetta:  He looked onto the giant kingdom of greed to be very forthcoming to his impending mercenary career. Hoping that in all of his prior adventures and grandeur, this would be one of many thrilling times in his life. Unlike those times though, this job offered subtly which was something foreign to the man as with his strength, most things were as simple as overthrowing competition. Now he needed that competition to thrive, for as long as he needed to until he himself was rich.. Before coming into the Ball, Blitz would have turned to Eren, a mere glance out of one eye as he only actually turned his head to the side some to at least get a clear viewing of the other powerhouse here. “Maybe we’ll run into the one you were fighting before..” He flashed a half-smile then as he still carried a joyful persona, despite the disappointment in coming here only to make an appearance for their company. Then, as if he initially did not know the weight of his words, after a second past and they would have been coming upon the entrance of the building his face shut into one purely serious. “If we do, you wanna fight him solo?” As they were a team now, it was his choice whether or not he wanted to fight alone when it came to settling scores. And essentially standing up for Anarchy division he considered that odd chance that whoever it was who fought against Eren would show himself here as well; As wounds like he had could only have come from someone who was strong, and with some sort of fire manipulation, who similarly carried different flames like his partner did.

The three were now right about to come into the party and integrate themselves with nobles who were all but foreign to them all. For now, he abandoned his thoughts on fighting, considering the farewell their new boss had given them she likely did not expect them to come to blows with anyone.. Unless maybe the host or hostess offered a cake in celebration to their own arrival. Regardless he would not start rumbling just yet, not until he was introduced to some more comfort while spending time here. He turned around when Astarte had begun speaking only to tell them to behave themselves for the most part as they were representing Anarchy Division. While he had wanted to quickly move and tell her that he was already thinking ahead of her in that term, he would only appreciate that she had not said any sort of belittling comment along with her words of warning. She told them something simply, and he only smiled and nodded, taking her every word into the consideration. “Yeah, yeah..” He followed up with as even though he agreed with her he had still been hoping to cause a little bit of chaos while he was here..

Enter the Mortal-God: Donning a buttoned up red trench coat and brown khaki’s, Blitz spread his arms wide first, to aid in his lover’s opening of the door. Upon entering he brushed his shoulder against Astarte, only to get her attention, the moment she would look his way even in the slightest. The demigod would snatch her away from her stance, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other across her back he would swing all the way to the opposite side of where they both were but only barely off of her feet. Taking her into his own space of Romanticism and deliver an embellishing kiss.. A bold public display of affection. He did not care, as he would leave her to fall if she did not catch herself right after that. “Mask on, mask off. You’re my girl..” Blitz was unsure of what she would be doing while he would be giving out of his own given business cards, but since she looked so good in that dress of hers he only felt it was right to lay his stakes on her as anyone could be eyeing his love at this point. And at the ends of their togetherness he would be off on his own, making moves into the crowd to begin handouts. He held forty of them in a stack, like a deck of cards, by the end of the night his hands would be empty.

[Mask//Outfit]

Cecil’s eyes were moving with the dancing peoples all around him, he was observing everyone to try and detect the idle threat who thrived in settings like this. Where everyone was so busy that no one could take the time to notice one insignificant difference, that difference would be the thing that tipped off a chain of wrongdoings. Knowing this for sure, only because of the nature in Hell, and what Lady Gabriel had told him just before coming into this place. How he should not trust anyone, and more importantly be alert. These two things were different, the second one she did not tell him, it was what he implanted in his own mind. To be mistrusting would only be effective if he was also alerted to deception, while the man himself was not especially perceptive. This day could hold no endearment without the Lady’s presence steadily beside him, he felt that with her he could be happy. But every individual here could potentially end his happiness, and the most dangerous one would be where he least expected them to be. This result became more evident when the other princess in Hell had finally showed herself, drawing the attention of the crowd before her. Where she would look directly at Gabriel, bearing an altered expression for her specifically. One such look that the woman herself returned..

As expected she would follow up by getting her royal guard’s attention before making her move toward that one. The mere tap absorbed his thoughts completely and his eyes tracked this to even take a step before the woman, her words of promise bringing a skip to the beat of his heart.. It was very tempting to kill everyone here, and surf her to the feet of the one who she had been eyeing so closely. But the words before that were to tell him to be normal, which likely meant calm. Unless she was referencing his own form of normalcy, where he would be destroying anyone who gave her the wrong look.. Cecil was not idle with his movements unless it was for Gabriel after all. So his arm curved, as to make it an effortless move forward for the one leading him, and then he would be moving right along with her. They would brave it all the way to the space right before the other Princess.. His love was acting all nice again.. Just like before with that guy.. It was made clear to him now that this was the face and attitude she wore when she wanted to control a situation and put it in her own favor without directly applying herself. His mind flashed back to the failure that happened back then and he instantly considered snatching away this one with an overwhelming presence and forcing her to do whatever Gabriel wanted from her, all so she could stop this fake attitude and be the one he fell in love with…

Alas, that would have been wrong.. Or perhaps that would be his ticket to impressing Her. Now he was conflicted on what to do.. His eyes were wandering madly as he was stuck on what he should do. Doubting himself consistently until he noticed the other Princess nodding at him, for noticing sake. Taking the words spoken to him before he would nod as well. Towards what that woman said just now though his head turned to the side, and even tilted downward. Even if he was acting normal, it was too much to think about considering himself as the one escorting Gabriel, with it being brought to light for the first time- even minor he forced himself to swallow his ecstasy, lowering his eyelids to suppress visual excitement. “Yes… Very lucky..” He struggled to say, stepping out of the way when he noticed both women making their way to the dance floor.. If he was left idle then he would take the time to look over them, waiting for the bad feeling he had earlier to go away.