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~

 

A High Price to Pay – SS.

 

The Masquerade ball is over for many, as they flee into the night.  The Princess has bitten off more than she can chew, whilst destruction and chaos rule.

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed – Seven Sins series.

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

 

Zetta:  Blitz held a firm stance after unleashing his telekinetic force manipulation for a wide arc of chaotic volume despite the otherwise groundbreaking focus required. However, such a blast brought conflict of it’s own, without a boost of life energy he was physically impaired. He could take flight to control his own movement, but his hands and feet were still useless for a moment, this was the reason the half-god would avoid using the technique in the midst of a fight. Despite it’s broad range, if it was still somehow dodged he would be left open to anything, for a bit of time. This weakness usually meant nothing to him since the time it would take for an actual response from an opponent after taking the blast was longer than a few seconds. However he had been attacked by an unknown enemy, who had timed their attack to appear immediately after his own. This person was quickly identified as the one who berated Blitz before, and so he was quickly riled up to be halted by this same prince. His only defense was an aura of aether energy only enough to guard his torso, it was condensed so that it would not explode on contact and instead maintain it’s form, the likes of which dissolved the effort of the shadowy hand from a crushing grapple, to a rough squeeze. While being so close to a form lacking a sturdy material presence, he carefully manipulated the small amount of space between them and impregnated the prince with aether. He could have simply pushed the energy inside with his control over it, but this way the ball could not be removed without a similar control over space.

Brought outside by this hold, he turned his head to the ground quickly approaching after he was dropped at the entrance of the castle. He left the aether used in his defensive measure for a counter-attack, focusing only on the created space now within his target. The second he was released, Blitz activated a violent explosion from within, simulating the way he used his white-hole technique. However something like this was much simpler as he was only controlling pre-existing energy. With his strength regained, he tucked his limbs in and recovered quickly from the fall, his bawled up form smashing into the ground making a loud thud. No apparent damage to the ground itself though. By the time he looked up, his attacker was descending onto the ground just a few feet from him, and had already opened his mouth instead of properly defending himself. This was typical of a person who did not often fight, like nobles. To almost no surprise he found the prince to be speaking nonsense, just like before, only now he had directly launched an offense against Blitz. Even worse, he had done so and taken him out of a probably interesting, as well as entertaining fight. A mistake he would learn from before their ensued fight ended. “Idiot.. What sense was there is getting in my way?”

His look narrowed into complete seriousness for a time before he breathed out and smirked, one fist punching into the open palm of another at a realization. There was present life-energy near him and right on his opponent. His knuckles cloaked his hand like an umbrella. Until now he had been in a succession of spars and had not been able to really cut loose, now with his signature having been so close to Blitz he could track him easily and avenge the fight opportunity he just lost. “… Make a habit of slandering Anarchy Division’s name…” His left-hand bawled into a fist and smacked against the open palm of his right-hand. The divine energy within Blitz’ aether had likely already caused an effect to the demon, not to be easily snuffed out by even an arch-demon’s prowess without even mentioning the other forces in tangent. Aside from the various elemental input, there was also the suddenly expanding space to cause concussive damage as well. “And you’ll regret it..”
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He had gained an approval from Princess Gabriel to properly defend the entirety of their area, but before he could take any stance to do so the assailant who had asked him for support was already snatched elsewhere. While keeping his awareness up he noticed the clicking of shoes as someone approached him. Obviously the only one in the same position as the royal guard, his love came upon him without any sort of hostility – seeming to have calmed down from her annoyed and slightly detested response just a few moments ago. Lady Wrath had come to relieve him surprisingly, place her hand upon his outstretched arm, hot from the contact and sizzling to the bone she touched him still. Upon the offering of her malevolent use of wordplay she revealed her disdain for the situation at hand as well as his own misfortunes, and compliment him at the same time. Cecil was happy to have her praise of course and a deeper part of him relished in her saying he had misbehaved, beckoning to mention that she might do something later. She removed the weight on his hand, the royal guard taking deep breaths to endure the pain. “Thank you, my Lady..” He said, bowing gently in a crouched position.

His head turned to the others once he was assured she was acknowledged, thanked, and safe from harm. Now toward the other princess, in the literal exact opposite position, whoever her aides were they were absent while she had been prodding herself with the blade. She foolishly pressed herself against it, seemingly testing the knight who had apparently finished his killings and was now heading for the door. In the middle of her Kingdom, she just wanted him to go now, his head shook in reference to his own leader who had killed a man and all who stood for him because he dared her. That was just one reason why he loved her, and instead of charging into battle in another’s home, she casually retreated and watched the chaos ensue. This one.. She was no demon ruler, but a coward pulling the right strings. Her burning skin warned everyone around to get a move on.. Something, and then the woman bearing pain spoke again. Shouting out to all that the party was over, as if she still had authority. Disregarding that entirely he turned to his own Lady Wrath once more, this was an opportunity, while the other prince was occupied and no one else strong stood for the now burning woman. “I will only move on your order, princess.” He humbly spoke to her.

 

Nhal:  Stupidity it is then.” Belphegor spoke flatly, his demeanor seeming much sharper and lest tired than it had within the ballroom. Drifting to the side slowly he circled around Blitz, watching him closely as parts of his form began to blow away like mist in the wind. “Naturally you and your little gathering of imbeciles are not welcome to this plane, and sooner or later, whether it is of your own volition or not, you’ll be ejected… Violently if required…” Raising one hand in front of him the Prince of Sloth flexed his fingers in a whirling motion, a small cloud of smoke forming before he waved his hand and the blackness cleared, a long card with the king of hearts stamped across the front was suddenly held between his talons. “However given the current circumstances, I don’t have the time to deal with your childlike pigheadedness.

While more portions of Belphegor began to wisp away portions of grayish-black skin which thinly coated bones began to make themselves visible. In addition his voice became extremely crisp and hollow with certain crackles that made some words hard to distinguish, as if the voice was emanating through an worn old speaker.
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As more and more of the almost skeletal figure below began to emerge, the very presence of Belphegor began to fade away, replaced with a feeling that was far more malicious then the prince’s standard aura. The change in this feeling, while extremely great, would go unnoticed by the patrons inside the ballroom, blocked off by the coating of black crystals along the walls. The side of Belphegor’s face which was out of the sight of Blitz was the next to begin steaming and fading away as he shook his head, and while the face beneath could not be seen, long lines of what appeared to be blood soaked cloth hung below his ghostly visage in plain sight.
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His voice continued to echo as he circled the demi-god, the card still held firmly between his fingers while his other hand sat lazily behind his back. After a full rotation he stopped in his tracks and began to dangle the playing card in front of him with two fingers, speaking almost as if he was lost in his own world.
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Moo;  

Kirsikka had made a long, fine cut in the armor while she hummed to herself. Surely nobody would make it quite this easy; she felt too relaxed in a situation she expected to take three times the effort. All she had to worry about at this point was her hand cramping up from using the small blade. Seriously. The demon’s hand turned after a few inches, beginning to cut away once more. Her Lord never justified just what size he needed the sample to be, but a sample was just that. It would be the size of her hand if she could manage it.

Of course, at this time, the armor finally chose to give her an answer to her question earlier. While it had seemed empty previously, some sort of life was given to it now, as its hand swooped up rather quickly to take hold of her hair. Naturally, Kirsikka was surprised. She even hissed in pain as her hair was held rather roughly between its metallic fingers. However, the sight of the red-gold eyes illuminating behind the visor actually brought a grin to her face well after she’d settled again. “They weren’t insane,” she noted in a chipper tone. Kirsikka laughed lightly, frost moving about her. If it embedded itself on the suit, it wouldn’t be capable of moving its arm. The frost would continue forming and spreading along its torso to the other arm as well, as a precaution. If it had no effect, she would simply evaporate into frost herself and clear the podium, standing a few short feet away instead…even though the distance would be problematic in regards for her task at hand. She never once lifted her hand with the small blade from its torso, unless her frost didn’t take effect on the suit. Though the demon’s free hand did now lift to her ear, crushing the earring she’d been accessorized with by her Lord previously. Bits and pieces fell to her shoulder and where she stood. The shaking and crumbling of dust was of no concern yet. The guard stood dazed the entire time, as if nothing were happening. Kirsikka’s hypnotic spell would wear off soon, but it wouldn’t matter if those statues were about to take him apart for her.


Gabriel ignored the thanks she received from Cecil, instead watching the scene between the Templar and Lydia intently. Sickening as it was to watch flesh burn, Gabriel enjoyed the sight rather thoroughly. “Better than my imagination,” she commented to herself while she folded her arm behind her back. Her other still rested on the cane while she gave a bit of a sigh. She half hoped for the Templar to go back on his word, but he had been so determined to leave without further bloodshed that it was very doubtful he would actually attempt to drive his sword through the demon’s chest. And there was no doubt in Gabriel’s mind that Lydia was playing at that as well. The sneaky worm was smart, but weak. The princess smirked while she looked on, Lydia screaming for her guests to leave. Her ambition was lovely; everything nearly went according to whatever plan she’d cooked up. If there was one reason to enjoy the holy being’s presence, it was only that he had wrecked something precious to greed’s new princess.

The fact that Cecil stared at Lydia now, his expression showed the obvious distaste for her. Gabriel turned to face him completely as he did the same for her. His humble statement brought a smirk to her lips before she nodded her head once, her free hand moving to wrap itself over his shoulder. “Very well.” She turned her head to watch if the Templar would do as expected and walk out the door along with the now rushing crowds of demons. “We’ll move slowly. Allow the room to empty.”  

 

Temp:  William was glad to see that the Princess gathered her senses and agreed to back down, though she didn’t say so in such a way. It was clear that the woman was very angry towards him, and understandably so. She was bold to approach him the way she did, and even more bold to let Excalibur touch her flesh willingly. Seeing her flesh burn and bubble due to the literal poison that was his aura, as well as his holy items, was uncomfortable to say the least. This was something he was used too though, as he’d killed many things in his time, including demons. As soon as it was clear that no further aggression was being thrown his way, he sheathed Excalibur and placed Sanctus on his back, then retracted his wings. “Decision…Wise…” He then offered her a slight bow and turned, walking away and eventually through the crowd that separated in order to gain distance from him. He thought about apologizing to the Princess, but he knew that she wouldn’t think anything of it. With his mission accomplished, he left the Kingdom of Greed, now in need of a serious break.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There was nothing more vile, than the stench of demon flesh burning from the holy aura of Excalibur. It would be enough to make the weakest stomach empty their dinner back up onto the floor. Lydia’s skin was literally melting -cooking. Her fine gown was clinging to her arms, like it was now somehow fused and it was a certainty that she would lose even more skin as she would try to move it at the ball’s end. The party was well and truly over for the Princess. Her fine ballroom was a shambles. A mess of blood, bodies and broken dreams. All of Lydia’s plans for the evening had been thwarted by this…this holy creature before her. She didn’t even understand what he was doing in Hell in the first place. He wasn’t invited that was for sure. There was a look of absolute hatred and revoltion towards William as he withdrew his sword from where he had it pointed. His wings slowly closing in behind him. He was backing down, or rather decided to spare her life. She was of course testing him to see if he was true to his word. A gamble you could say. She was the Demon of Ambition after all, and one that often acted if the opportunity to survive was possible. But there was a price to pay for this action, and that was the horrid scarring that was going to be a reminder of what this man had done.

“Decision…Wise…”

“Hardly.” The word was laced with a sinister edge. You could see that she was practically livid. Her body trembling, not from pain but from rage. Lydia’s teeth were gritted as she held back on screaming foul obscentites at the Templar as he took his leave. If Scar had been in the room, he would have questioned why the Princess let this man go. Make no mistake, she had her reasons. The fight was over….for now.

Turning on the remaining crowd, that would include Gabriel and her boy toy, Lydia’s partially melted face would be a gruesome sight. Such beauty now tainted. The right side of her mouth dragged down as though hit by acid. Her head wobbled slightly, as she appeared to have trouble standing. The holy aura had more or less crippled her.

“I shall be turning in. You may find your own way out.” The time for social niceties was over. Gripping the edge of her skirt, she shuffled past the Princess of Wrath and started her way slowly up the spiral stair case. It was a pathetic sight, but one that may well have Gabriel laughing for days. The humiliation of Lydia to be the talk of Hell for a very long time. She stopped only at the top most step, to cast a look down at the carnage. ~Such a waste~ Defeated, she dissappeared from view.

Beserker looked down at where his armor was starting to frost up. He even tilted his head at such magics, but then a low and gruesome laugh came from beneath his mouth grill.

“OOahee seeweay-fen eay-peae peoh-fe z-seeah-ha seewae deeaynaez ah-bae teae, peweay-de-kuk?”

(translation : “You think ice can stop the likes of me, child?”)

The voice almost sounded as though it came from far away, like an echo through a deep dark tunnel. The armor crackled and then started to turn a dark shade of red, but illuminated by a surge of heat, like hell itself. Did the girl not realize that this suit was indeed enchanted, forged in the pits of the damned. If the girl retreated to a safer place using her unique powers, then the game was about to be turned on its head.

~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~

 

 

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.

The Death of a Prince – SS.

Scene setting – Wrath Castle.

This story is co-written with five other writers; Temp, Candle, Moo, Zetta and Fu.

 

Temp:  Astaroth wasn’t having any trouble in the battle so far, but it seemed that Mammon’s army sure was. The two clashing armies were definitely taking casualties, but from what he could see…Greed’s army wasn’t winning. It was hard to tell though, considering the scale of the battle.

His mind was busy thinking about the best way to support Mammon’s army, and at the same time defend himself. The same warrior from Wrath had been pestering him throughout the battle, and he was getting rather sick of it. The elephant that he had tossed seemed to have been completely ignored by the warrior, as it flew past him entirely. The man had jumped up and over it mid-launch, giving him more time to think about what to do. Astaroth decided that he would go all in, and shot forward into the air, flying straight towards the warrior. His mouth was wide open as he flew towards the warrior in the air, magma spewing forth while he brought his large clawed hands forward. There was magma, claws, and the jaws of Astaroth now heading straight for this pesky warrior of Wrath.

While all this happened it seemed Mammon had decided to take on Gabriel himself, which was not something Astaroth had expected…or wanted. If he kept this up, Mammon was going to get himself killed.

 

Fu:  

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– His aggravated mood just caused his body to twitch as his attention immediately went to the dick who dared to speak to him in such a tone considering he was missing a arm and was greatly at a handicap in this form. Leviathan’s sharp eyes looked straight into his soul as his arms gripped one another as tense as they possibly could as he took two steps closer , before a large lance appeared in his normal hand. The Prince of Envy’s hair began to float upwards as he held the lance behind him as if he was charging it , the air around him began to blow violently in a swirl before he uttered out –

”You don’t know how to shut the hell up. You are first…. ”

– Leviathan threw his lance towards at Gluttony with all of his strength . The Lance was coated with flames and it continued to spread outwards but the lance itself disappeared before it had touched Gluttony. A tunnel of flames would swirl around the two if successfully caught –

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– The Veiled Male would appear next to Cecil as he was battling as he revealed his fully detailed form to him , intending on giving him aid.-

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” You seem to need assistance. ”

– The Demon had said to him. He began to release more of his strength outwards which would seem vaguely similar to Leviathan’s himself . He threw a blade to the male to catch , a spare one he had alongside his main sword Eclipse which was known as Transcendance . –

” Take this , this will help you fight. ”

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Transcendance

Magical Spell Sword
1: Doubles Users Strength when held
2: Being a Magical Blade it contains runes that will explode and crack tough skin easily as physical defenses are null against it
3: Elements able to be channeled through this blade correlates to the user themselves as well as it’s previous user. Stored Element : Purple Flame

Weakness
1: Takes one turn to charge strength up. Following turn must be used doing something else as the blade is on cooldown.
2: Runes also follow this routine as well. Although you are able to work around it depending on the number of runes. Using 4 runes in one post means having to wait a turn for them to return , using 2 means you can use another 2 in the next post. Using one for each post means you will be able to use one for four posts before they have to reload.
 

 

Moo:  Oh, this was brilliant! Mammon looked crazed…more than that…he looked beastly! The armor was something unrecognizable, intimidating, and just down right scary. But Gabriel loved the new look. Much more approachable! Her grin never faded even as she watched the armor morph. Instead, she looked more crazed, chuckling under her breath as she stared intensely. His first attack was to lunge at her. So they would be in close-combat after all! His sword came forward, directed for her throat. She hardly required a moment of thought before her flames were present over her body once more, working to manipulate her defenses.
Gabriel’s armor morphed suddenly, the chest plate adding its own new addition in Hell-Fire. It was as simple as a piece of metal that jutted up and out–square in shape, though it came out to a point. His blade would simply make impact and slide along the added plate, skimming past her throat instead. If there had been any cut made, she didn’t feel it. She erupted with laughter as her blade was brought up full force. Much like Baal’s fist had made impact with Mammon’s gut, she planned to do the same with her sword. The impact would surely cause it to crush through the armor. If her foe would attempt a killing blow in the first minute of battle, so would she. …If the blade made contact with his body, it would protrude from his back and the flames would roar back to life. Hell-Fire was known for never-ending pain and suffering. She could have him engulfed in a matter of seconds.
However, her foe was not to be under-estimated. Gabriel’s claw would move rather quickly to attempt to catch his blade, although the screams filled her ear and never seemed to end. In fact, her metallic claw would give them higher pitch due to the vibrations and scraping. She thought she would be driven insane with pleasure! “So much pain! Agony! Fear!” she cried out in excitement.
The crazed woman had no intention of noting her surroundings. Anyone who would dare interrupt their battle would be engulfed in her flame, no matter who’s side they were on. No, she would enjoy this! Let Mammon die!

 

Candle:  Completely missing the lance that was throne at him, Baal looked at whoever the person who’d threw the lance at him and made a dull facial expression. He only had one arm so fighting would be pretty interesting, especially since he was able to create a hellfire arm.
“A lance? Haven’t seen that in a while.” He said out loud while backhanding someone and sending them flying into some lava. Fighting Leviathan wasn’t really what he wanted to do, after loosing a arm he wanted to go back to his kingdom and get a new one.
With the darkness consuming the fighting, Baal decided to go ahead and slip out of the fight. Why fight when you weren’t fully capable of giving a good fight? With that in mind he began shoving and smacking the life out of people to leave this fight.

 

Zetta:  Cecil was so focused on stopping this problem for Gabriel he hadn’t put any real thought into a defensive for him, his maximum offense would maybe challenge the Dragon. But as he saw the beast finally turn it’s monstrous form completely towards him he was overcome with a feeling of disdain.. If he died here, how could he continue to protect his love!? Who would remain after this to make sure she remained on the throne!.. His eyes opened wide, he would just have to charge forward and hope to get through that torrent of black magma, which normally he might have been only able to fend it off for a few moments with his giant, organic boomerang but then he would still meet problems when completely engulfed in the incoming pit of a mouth. Unable to shift himself in mid-air he accepted his end; But would do as much damage as he could to the beast before then…
Yet that thought faded as he noticed another beside him, flying with him while he swung himself towards the jaws of the beast. That one handed him a blade, to which Cecil gladly released his other weapon, which would proceed towards the Dragon as par the carrying of momentum. He hadn’t known a thing about it, but he recognized a rune-blade, one capable of several special effects with the only guide-lining order being Cecil’s own will.. Then; He would continue with his attack, though with much more confidence this time. As the meters closed between the two opponents, the man told him that he was only here with the Gate-keeper now because he would help him. This was much needed as he was considering his end would be here, swarmed in a fire that his organic material could not completely resist, and he had put himself in a direct confrontation with it..

This weapon would be his, for at least this battle sequence, and he would carve out victory for his Lady, she would likely prevail against that wounded Prince. While he, her underling would subdue this beast with the help of a new ally. His arms were still bulk with additional massive strength, while he already had a great strength to boast, with this he could face those pyres for a decent bit. But upon clenching the blade in his hand his collective of might was bolstered to greater heights, seemingly doubling as his veins thickened and became much more denser and defined.. As the flames approached he swung his new-found sword horizontally, splitting the flames in two while charging a torrential attack of his own. He would dive inside of the beast as it’s mouth was opened wide, continuously clearing a way through the magma with the enchanted weapon. Waves of force swarming the internal sides of the dragon would slice the insides of the dragon, along with whatever the blade directly came across, intestines included.. Like this he avoided contact with those pesky scales, and like any dragon would exploit it’s weaker innards in it’s huge body. He willed a rune to break within, unaware of what exactly would happen but it seemed to allow him to slice through even the bones he came in contact with easily he would use one rune after another. After coming past four bone structures though the effect faded. But Cecil rapidly swung his arm back and forth, fanning away what would be certain doom as rushes of magma continued to form, burning his clothes, but the blade cut away most of what came at him. With his organically enhanced body, though the man was not charred quickly enough that he succumbed to enough pain to drop the blade. For each ember along his jacket and eventually skin he grunted in pain. The beast flew through the air and Cecil moved throughout it’s body fast through his way of projection.

All he could hope for if he was not sooner burnt to a crisp was that the body did not collapse as the ton of weight and gravity would have him unconscious for a good deal of time if not the entire remainder of the fighting. While then the swarming magma could pool on his fallen body. Cecil was prepared for a lighter landing though, he could recognize a descent however and act against impending death.

 

Razorbackwriter:  This was the moment that all had been waiting for. Gabriel and Mammon going head to head in a battle that was fast as it was brutal. The Beserker armor was now in control. The wearer – Mammon was nothing more than a puppet within. A life force that continued to live till the last drop of blood was to spill from his body. Without a doubt, Gabriel was a formidable opponent. She had talents and abilities that far outstripped the weaker Princes of Hell. She had proved this in her fights previous and it was the reason that Belial and her son were now dead. Course….not everything always goes as planned.

In the effort by Mammon to strike Gabriel through the throat, she had conjured her hellfire to create armor plating that would block the strike of the blade tip and send it off course to shoot down the side of her neck instead. The strong sound of the blade striking the hellfire armor would be like nails down a black board. Sending a shiver through the spines of those with weak minds. The armor, then did something unusual. In a reaction so swift, the Prince of Greed flung his arm outward and released the blade handle from his hold as he muttered an incantation in rhefugi….which said simply.

“Wah-teae!” (translation : “Home!”)

The sword shone as it de-materialized and vanished from sight. Where would it land, you might ask? Right at the feet of Lydia. The Beserker’s armors owner.

The oncoming sword strike from Gabriel would strike true, slicing right through Beserker as it was planned all along. The armor was spliced, the sword going right through the body of Mammon – who screamed out in shock, but not in pain. He was too far gone for his mind to feel. Blood was pouring out of his back forming a rich puddle upon the floor. The hellfire of the blade now ripping through the insides of suit and lighting up the eyes of the Skull helm like a jack-o-lantern. Gabriel’s attempted grab of the sword that no long was there could have left her flailing, but it was doubtful. She would no doubt be delighted to have made the sword strike.

Now the Prince of Greed was face to face with the Princess of Wrath. The final moments were going to be the most sweet. The jaw of the skull armor opened and a foul green looking mist appeared as the dying words of Mammon rang out a curse that was to plague Gabriel till she could find a way to stop it.

“Efzofesu ez fas uail afdu pilzy, bal es qedd xy qalzy. Sa berws deny o tof, uai qedd xypaty afy. Sez tu kuefr qezw ofk za rlofsyk qesw WEZ xdyzzefr. Sedd kyosw patyz, uai qedd xy deny OKOT! O TOF YFYL TALY!”

(translation : “Insanity is not your only curse, for it will be worse. To fight like a man, you will become one. Tis my dying wish and so granted with HIS blessing. Till death comes, you will be like ADAM! A MAN EVER MORE!”)

The castle was then rocked by a massive shock wave as the Beserker armor started to break apart. Each piece vanishing and only to leave the pathetic form of Mammon on his knees. Clutching the blade that was within his body. Death like eyes stared up at Gabriel till rolling back into his head and he fell forward.

No other word said.

 

~RB~

 

 

Do or Die – SS

 

Scene setting : Wrath Castle.

This story is co-written with five other writers; Temp, Moo, Zetta, Candle & Fu.

 

Temp:  Astaroth had been stomping towards Mammon from behind, still at a decent distance from him. It was becoming more and more clear that something was wrong with his fellow Prince, but there was little Astaroth could do about it. Whatever was causing this change would have to be addressed after the battle. As the massive demon marched forward on all fours, he once again caught a glimpse at the persistent warrior from earlier. This warrior seemed obsessed with doing whatever he could to try and hamper his actions, though was unsuccessful. Now the warrior seemed to be hurling things at him, which seemed to consist of balled up chunks of soldiers. Honestly, it made him laugh just seeing other soldiers used in such a way. It was actually pretty interesting to have giant balls of living and dead soldiers chucked at you. Astaroth continued to march forward towards Mammon, despite the objects being hurled at him. He didn’t bother dodging them, and instead relied on his armored hide to protect him from any damage. When the ‘balls’ actually hit him they exploded into chunks of meat, bone, and armor. They were similar to the cannon fire that he shrugged off earlier, but they carried much more impact than he anticipated. While the damage they caused was minimal, it did actually make him stop for a moment to shake it off.

And then there were the elephants. The warrior actually managed to snag up these large creatures and toss them at him. Astaroth knew better than to ignore these, based on how the much smaller ‘balls’ had surprised him. He immediately stood up completely on two legs, now towering over everything in the battlefield. As the elephants got close to him, he would smash them back into the battlefield with his arms and tail, using the limbs like a baseball bat. This was of course stalling him from moving forward as fast as he would like, but he did manage to press forward regardless. As he got closer and closer to Mammon, he actually caught one of the elephants by using his jaws and his hands. With the creature now in his grasp, he began to pour the magma from his mouth onto it. As soon as the magma made contact with the creature, he pulled his arms back and then hurled the giant magma coated creature directly at the warrior that had thrown it.

 

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Prince of Envy’s Entrance Theme

– In the skies above the war , a ear popping noise can be heard and felt as clouds parted as a speeding winged figure could be seen with a trail of clouds at the tips of his feet ; his wings would soon close as the person descended and crashed into a large group of soldiers hailing from Mammon’s land and in that following moment would be thrown into the air and flew in varying directions . A large cloud of smoke had covered the crater in which the person flew in from , a soft sighing sound was heard from within the smoke and what followed was a giant release of purple flames which went skywards towards the sky. –

” I can’t stay away . . . . ”

– The voice said and all who knew him would instantly recognize it to be Envy , but in the next second the smoke had cleared and they would see Envy’s back and his arms as he had his back turned to them . His muscles tensed up until some of his veins were present and bulged outwards , something which was quite odd as Envy was not known to display any emotion of this caliber before. He would then at this moment finish his sentence and began to turn around –

” WITHOUT SOMETHING HAPPENING TO THE NEW PRINCESS OF WRATH ! ”

– Envy’s face had shown a fierce glow to it , he yelled from a distance , although he was more closer to Gluttony and Mammon then the two which was getting closer . He didn’t know which one of them incited the war but his eyes were sharp , sharper then anyone that has ever been seen before . His demonic clawed arm would engulf itself in a thick ball of flame as his other arm began to swirl inwards as if summoning something –

” This balance of power is always tipping , but I swear this will be the last time someone causes trouble today in the kingdom of wrath ! ”

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” It would seem my time on this battlefield is done for now. . ”

– The Veiled Figure at this moment of noticing the Prince of Envy had jumped backwards into two soldiers clashing and absorbed them into a void , apparently dissappearing from the battlefield . For what reason however was unknown but it could be inferred due to the Prince of Envy’s appearance that had changed his decision of participating in this battle or there was the case scenario he would wait until there was a reasonable objective worthy of his hands to resume his battling , even though he took a passive approach to it all –

 

Candle:  With his arm severed and his now gone arm bleeding profusely, Baal looked at the arm and looked back up at Mammon. “Cute.” He said while grabbing his former arm and squeezed it tightly. Loosing the arm wasn’t such a big deal, he’d always get a gold one or perhaps a weapon.
With the arm gripped, Baal backed away and transferred his hellfire into the limb and watched his arm engulf in flames. It was too the point of which he couldn’t hold it anymore so he backed up and chucked it at Mammon. Basically his arm was like a grenade except the shrapnel would be flesh. It certainly was something new he’d done before and it seemed like a nifty idea.
Gaining his distance, Baal was pretty useless without his other limb. But he could still take down soldiers even with a handicap. Tripping a passing by soldier he laughed slightly and then stomped down on his head. The sound of a head caving in with just a simple stomp made up for the blood squirting out.
Letting Gabriel take hold of him seemed like a good idea, after all she did kill Belial. But Leviathan’s appearance to the battle just made his head cave in. Why would a Prince who absolutely did nothing except have the most annoying personality be here? “Oh look boy wonder came to save the day, I hope you didn’t bring girl scout cookies you bleeding cunt.” Baal said annoying while elbowing a soldier hard in the chest and waited for Leviathan to die.

 

Moo:  
The war cries, clanging of weapons, and the piercing of armor melted together in a perfect symphony. It was as if this was Gabriel’s orchestra. They played just for her, screaming in agony or anger. The smell of death polluted the air about her kingdom, possibly drifting toward the others. A play for all to see. And when the curtain would fall…who would be left to bow before the audience? Gabriel smiled as she crossed the battle field at a swift pace, feeling joy bubble within her. Oh yes, the play was coming to an end.

Her forces had ferociously taken care of Greed’s army, and with less time to prepare. If they had marched into battle themselves, who could have measured the destruction the kingdom’s forces would cause! She felt utterly giddy, even in watching the scene play out before her. Movement within the air had especially caught her attention. Large masses of bodies flew through the air and she grinned, a wholehearted laugh sounding. Elephants? Her laughter only grew. Mammon’s forces were dwindling far too fast for him to rely on. How would he retreat now, if given the chance? A wild look came to her eyes while her grin pulled from ear to ear, fangs protruding quite nicely. Her attention was back on him.

The scene in which was taking place could hardly phase her now, as she closed in. Only yards away. She took note of the close range being an issue. Yes…Baal did nicely in a sort of trial-and-error. Now Gabriel could work around that. And while Baal’s attempt had been…admirable…it was so damn stupid, she had to laugh again. More of a chuckle, as she watched him fling his arm at Mammon. He was certainly an interesting man.
Perhaps it would work as a distraction. She slowed to a trot, then stopped as she watched flesh explode. Whether or not it actually did anything for Baal, she didn’t care. She swung her sword to the side, blasting a wave of Hell-Fire toward her opponent. Perhaps testing the limits of this man’s armor was necessary, as the blow to the stomach seemed to have had done very little…if anything at all. The heat from the Hell-Fire came back in a rush, sending her hair back in a gust of wind. “I’m here for you, Mammon!” The excitement was very much present in her voice while her eyes lit up. Her sword swept back behind her, and her stance became more serious, despite her playfulness. She had a slight bounce to her step, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Her right hand–or claw, rather–lifted beside her head and balled into a tight fist. The sound of metal scraping against itself accompanied the movement. The fist uncurled and she lowered her arm slightly, cocking it while her claws spread themselves…she looked as if she was ready to grab his head within it and just…crush.

 

Zetta:  Cecil had actively been throwing each and every one of those massive animals with all of his force. While his target seemed to be mostly shrugging off his opportunistic projectiles. The might of them both along with the distance between them made for even greater catapult-boulders being launched throughout the sky. As a meta-human he was only competing with the bestial one because he had enhanced himself beyond humanly possible, with tons of mass applied to a self-controlled powerful body. But even then, if he was to meet one of the elephants countered upon him he would have much more difficulty in catching it. So he began thinking ahead, after the first few where the Dragon had swatted them away he planted his arm into the ground.. He would create something huge with his own organs to be even more effective than he had already been. First; his hand dug deep into the ground, stretching beyond his normal reach like an extra-appendage and formed a large spike protruding upward. He had done so by planting his own cells into the ground below he was able to spread an influence inside of the Hellish earth itself. That spike spread out, gaining multiple other protrusions which would also seep into the ground after growing out a few meters.

This slaughtered most of those still alive on the side of the Greed army near Cecil and cleared him of worry from the grunt soldiers and magma creatures alike. The organic spiky appendages allowed that initial spike to reach 15 meters off of the ground, seeming more like a pinkish tree rather than an extended organ. This far above, the man who created it no longer could control his cells within them at the very top. While the Dragon tossed one flaming elephant back at Cecil, he had begun running along his extended organ. At the time of his leaving he would grab onto the tip of the organ and rip it off along with him, using it for additional momentum in this next move.. Leaping far above the projectile, at the exact same time it was thrown, making for a nice preemptive strike. In the midst of the air he spun himself rapidly, like an organic boomerang in the sky, it allowed him even more force as he’d challenge his target directly once more. He propelled himself forward now that he had the beast’ attention and would smash down onto him with the combination of his enhanced strength, gathered weight, and built-up momentum to try and match that monstrous might.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Standing upon a distant hill, Lucifer was now watching the spectacle below as his own creations were now all going against each other in a massive battle that rivalled anything on Earth. With arms folded and a sneer played out upon his lips for he could see the outcome from afar. There were to be great changes in the days that followed the death of the Prince that was for certain. The Greed army was suffering massive causalities at the hands of Cecil; who was using the Greed armies own battle elephants as living projectiles. The Dragon like Astaroth was doing all he could to strike the elephants back, but the losses beneath the falling bulk were of the hundreds. The lands were broken, black and blood estuaries ran throughout the trenches. The disembowelled and decapitated bodies lay scattered as far as the eye could see, whilst torn banners were flapping lazily in the wind.

 

And to think…it was women that caused all of this.

At the mouth of the Castle, the two former allies; Baal and Mammon were now locked in battle as the Prince of Gluttony had taken Gabriel’s side. It would be a choice that proved costly. Baal’s arm was completely severed by Mammon, when his blade struck true to the elbow of his foe. While Baal backed up and tried to stop the bleeding that was spurting out of the torn nub, Mammon snarled violently at the Prince of Gluttony. Baal charged his own arm with hellfire as he chuckled at the Prince of Greed. With a forceful throw, he hurled his torn limb at Mammon which hit with an explosive squelch. The arm disintegrating into disgusting flesh remnants that slid down the front of the Beserker armor and formed a puddle upon the floor. Was that supposed to hurt? Within the amor Mammon felt nothing. No pain…but he was slowly losing his mind. Mammon took a step towards Baal, but this was when Leviathan – Baal’s true rival finally decided to make an appearance. Naturally, Baal would want to face that bastard, even with his loss of limb. To Mammon, Baal was no longer a player in this game. He had just been a tool to Gabriel’s needs. Whether he realized it or not. Now, Mammon changed direction after hearing that the sly slag was singing out for him.

“I’m here for you, Mammon!”

The skull helm turned towards the direction of the voice, as the background behind him was apocalyptic. This was what Mammon had come for and this was to be his greatest moment – with or without an army. The Beserker armor appeared to grow – the chest expanding, and the skull face now more inhuman than ever. Chitorous like plates were now locking together right across the front, back and limbs. It was like watching the final preparation of a tank like creature – more than a normal suit of armor. The head had massive spikes protruding and the shoulders now had bone like appendages that gave it a terrible menace. The eyes of burning fire watched Gabriel almost go into a dance as she made her approach. The hell fire causing her hair to be blown back – as she swung her weapon with her left hand to create a surge of fire that was to engulf the beserker armor worn by Mammon. The roar of the heat of the flame was met with a sick and twisted laughter that emitted through the mouth of the skull helm. ”Trying to roast marshmallows? Typical!”

Time for talk was over, the Beserker armor now more skeletal in form with the fire blazing upon it, started a run at the Demon of Wrath. His own right hand clutching the Soul collector, which he wielded directly towards Gabriel’s throat in a move to drive the blade of the weapon straight through. This was a split second decision, which was unusual as he was taking the girl head on. He could not see her wearing anything that would block such a strike .

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

The point of no return – SS

 

Scene setting : Wrath Castle

This story is co-written with five other writers; Temp, Moo, Zetta, Candle and Fu.

 

Temp:  The battlefield, if you could still call it that, was a nightmare becoming reality. Blood and bodies littered the floor. Lost limbs and organs bounced around among the soldiers feet. Fallen weapons bounced about and stabbed those that fell or stepped in the wrong direction. Cannon fire blew living and already dead soldiers into bits. Arrows pierced everything in sight. The ‘battlefield’…was a fucking mess.

Astaroth narrowed his vision and spotted the pesky warlocks that were doing everything they could to contain his Magma creatures. Now that he caught sight of them, he began repeating his earlier attacks at the battlefield, but instead focused on the warlocks. He hurled the Black magma fireballs at every single one he could see, blowing them up mid-cast. This of course created more Magma creatures, which were now devouring all they could find within the inner walls. He hadn’t followed the actions of the warrior that had tried to fight him earlier, but he eventually took notice of him. Whatever the warrior was doing, was definitely…different. Though, he still really didn’t care about this warrior, as he was busy dealing with the more pressing issues. While one warrior of immense strength was definitely a problem, he would never put a one-on-one fight before taking out the main forces.

Eventually some of the forces of Wrath decided to try and attack him, hurling spears and arrows and even directing cannon fire at him. The thick scaled skin that he possessed made all these attacks bounce off, almost like what they were using against him were nothing but toys. His loud and blood curdling laughter could be heard throughout the battlefield. As messy and screwed up as this fight was…it was still amusing. He figured that if he had actually marched here with his army, they would have won fairly quickly. That of course would have meant he wouldn’t have been able to make a surprise appearance and have any fun though…so maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Upon catching a glimpse of Mammon, he felt a slightly disturbing feeling…was this worry? The Prince of Greed was not exactly acting like his usual self. What was the cause of this exactly? Baal’s betrayal could have been a possibility, but that seemed like it was just a piece of the puzzle. Whatever it was that was causing Mammon to act so strangely would have to remain a mystery. Fearing that The Prince of Greed was losing his grip on the actual battle, Astaroth decided that it would be best to get closer to him. He pressed off of the tower that he had been grasping onto, breaking the building into bits which fell down onto the soldiers below. As he flew through the air, he aimed his massive body at an area behind Mammon, obviously not wanting to turn him into a pancake. Before he landed he cleared his landing zone of anything in the way using his Black fireballs. As soon as Astaroth made contact with the ground, the ground below and around him would break apart and fling into the battlefield around him, causing more death. Now on the ground, the Magma began to drip down from his mouth, creating more creatures as he began to stomp forward. Anything that got in his way was immediately eaten and blown to bits by his Magma creatures, paving a clear path towards Mammon.

 

Candle:  

Baal listened to what Mammon had to say and let out a deafening laugh. It was a very deep and disturbing laugh that would make any sane person cower in fear. With a soldier in his gigantic hand, he bit off the head and chewed on it like a piece of beef jerky.
The chewing noise made some soldiers get sick to there stomach and run away, but the blood flowing down the back of his throat made him release pleasurable moans. His muscles in his arms tightened a little bit more and his arms gained mass. At this point Baal looked like a massive tank. “I will rip the hide from your back and eat it in front of you! Replying back to Mammon as the path was now cleared.
With the magma creatures exploding and clearing out the people in front of his target, Baal stared down the man who was sort of his friend. He tolerated Mammon but from time to time, there was thoughts of murdering this pretentious prick. Except now he could actually murder him and be as disgusting as he wanted. Maybe if he actually did kill Mammon he’d skin his face off and wear it just to be even scarier than normal.
Now that he was in front of Mammon, Baal stared at him with the eyes of a man who knew there was no turning back now. He used his nail to slit his wrist and suck the blood into his mouth, with blood covering his face he let out a demented smile. His hands began engulfing in wine red flames, with that In mind he let out a loud roar and charged straight at him with going in for a good firm blow to the gut.

 

Moo: Gabriel had long since started moving again. Originally, she would have aimed to fight Astaroth off her tower. The damn moron was causing too much damage to her castle, as well as cutting down on her forces after killing a handful of warlocks. She whistled loud and long, and a new handful ran out from the castle, taking cover where they could while they aimed to contain the magma once more. The rest was a lost cause.
Cannons were aimed for the large animals and orcs covering the fields around the kingdom’s walls, reducing their numbers slowly but surely. The fact that her own orcs and animals were in the fields made it exceptionally harder to hit targets without creating their own casualties. Thus, bowmen would help slow some creatures in the front and their own creatures would fight them in their weakened state. Cannons focused on the back row, taking out one or two with each blast.

It was due to Mammon’s voice that she would dismiss the black dragon.
And I’ll make you cook and eat your own flaccid cock! You treacherous pig!
Laughter followed what could be classified as a threat as Gabriel’s shoulders shook. She tossed her head back, tears forming in her eyes. Not a day and she had managed to cause such chaos! Two friends were at each other’s throats. Or so she thought. However, no clang of blades had followed. Her expression sobered as she peered out to the battlefield in curiosity.

COME FACE ME, YOU STINKING TART. I CAN SMELL YOUR FISHY SNATCH FROM HERE!
Hell-Fire ran down her body as she laughed again, though with a dangerous look in her eyes. Gabriel was finally being challenged. In a comical way, as well. She gripped her sword and it immediately seemed to roar back to life with flames. The size grew once more, the blade becoming black as obsidian, glowing in places with embers. Surely, it would pierce his armor as easily as any other soldier on the field. The flames in which ran over her body had dispersed for the most part, only decorating her new armor. It looked much like the material in which made up her golden claw. Its durability would withstand most materials. Even some of the strongest steel would not penetrate where she was covered with it. And much like her sword, it seemed to be eternally burning. Light hit the armor and it would glow as if embers were embedded in several areas. Where fire spread across her horns previously, there was a physical crown of the same features. Gauntlets, boots, shoulder pads… everything was present to cover her body.

Astaroth had moved then, crumbling her building in the process. Gabriel rolled her eyes. While she’d been prepared to dash into battle, this would serve as a momentary distraction. Screams were silenced as large rocks tumbled onto a few dozen of the troops surrounding the building. “Idiots!” she snarled at her now dead men as she looked back. Others around the rocks had been momentarily stunned, but were now climbing over the mound or running around it, crying out for vengeance as the followed the black dragon, catching on-coming forces of greed. “The lot of you,” she continued in a low growl.
This battle ground was such a mess. Baal had once again attempted to make contact with his friend. He was using his fists as well. Gabriel’s curiosity perked slightly. As to why Baal was weaponless, she didn’t know. But she caught a glimpse of a headless spear on the ground a few feet away. While she’d avoided Astaroth in running, she now saw him making an effort to catch up with Mammon as well. So this would be a four-way fight? She flipped her bangs out of her face before her arm hooked down and slightly outward as she began running at an inhuman speed toward the pair of men. Once she and Astaroth met the pair, it would be chaos.
Yet there was no question of who would walk away from this battle alive. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, pulling it up until she looked demented…crazed…as battle lust became very much present in her eyes. “I will slaughter you, Mammon!” she called out in an excited tone. “You just wait for me.” To herself now…a chuckle followed.

 

Zetta:  His eyes glazed over everything but everything else had been deadened. Hours into the war: His sense of hearing picking up every individuals screams and shouts, mortal cries and dying breaths. So he decided to close his ears entirely with a thin strip of flesh grown over his internal ears. He was pit in a battle-field in Hell even though he was human, he was always a monster on Earth, but here he seemed to belong. Fighting on the side of wrath for his own guilty pleasures. After awhile he shut his ears to the noise of dying men around him so he could focus more, without being able to clearly decide who he would listen out for and who did not deserve such courtesy he was forced to concentrate only on what was before him. Those who had attacked him, stuck axes, spears, and swords inside of his body were now mostly only torn top-halves hanging onto a handle. The length of their weapons being the only thing that kept them hanging on despite their latch being a bloody locomotive adding more and more chances that the ground soldiers of Gabriel would overwhelm the other side. Cecil was doing his best still to keep the Dragon in his sights, where his black fires had swarmed the castle-tops and seemed to be creating more minions at his disposal.. A truly damaging attack. It incinerated his enemies and gave birth to newer, possibly stronger spawns that would do their own hurting to the army of Wrath.. The man thought it was enough to not allow him another position on the ground below, but that was no longer the case, he became even more dangerous while left alone in that vast sky. Limited to ground assaults, even while slicing apart the opposition of conjoined forces, Cecil quickly created ways for himself to reach such heights as a flying beast.

Minutes into his own foreshadowing of an aerial attempt he was constantly defeated by the reality that was gravity. No man would fly on his own, he was plagued by the thoughts of uselessness, while being gate-keeper it was his job to ensure no one besieged the forces of Wrath and managed to directly damage the Kingdom.. Yet what was a man capable of terrorizing the ground against one who could fly, even if he could get close, what would he be able to do to such a massive creature spewing such dangerous blazes.. Then, through his flesh-coated ear-drums he heard the shouting of that one with the armor, and immediately uncovered his hearing. Right as he leaped a few meters into the air and managed to catch a polearm’s blade end just before it impaled him, clapping it between his hands and snapping the thing off of it’s hinges. In a swift motion he kicked the attack to the side, continuing to twist his body to kick another of Greed’s soldiers across the face. He held himself up just a bit with the pole arm and then smashed his feet into the faces of the two men he’d kicked, landing perfectly upon them before he continued moving forward. He heard his following words, that to disrespect his Lady and grunted lowly in anger. His eyes widened as he became filled with this passionate emotional fire burning within him, yet her response did not match Cecil’s same hate for that one. She replied callously, promising death for him.. For Mammon.. He would remember that name throughout all of this, and instead of allowing himself to be defeated by his inability to fly on his own, he would do as Lady Gabriel did. Harness that rage into pure murderous intent. He would have to stop that Dragon by any means…

First he turned to one of the flaming spawns he had created, quickly realizing that he was surrounded only by enemies now as the remains of Mammon’s army came forth. Cecil drove his bladed limbs directly through it’s chest and tossed it at a group of others, then spun himself totally and extended his arms outwards. Destroying those in his immediate place. Then he stopped, perfectly halting himself with a firm foot-plant onto the ground, his eyes caught up with his movements, never ones to become dizzy even with twirling havoc going on. He did this to leap at another, taking an armored punch to the face, loosening a tooth in his mouth only to ignore this pain and reach for the other’s face. Squeezing it in his palms. The one beside was shocked at this inhuman feat, but was then grabbed up as well. Quickly; Cecil hurled both men at the Dragon with immense strength.. Demonic baseballs, if he would have thought to name them, were coming towards the black-magma shooting behemoth above the Castle. The corrupted meta-human continued this, as he was deep in Mammon’s forces at this point, nearby were those gigantic elephant-creatures he rode in with. Cecil would finally smirk, finding a pleasure in his finally having ammunition to combat that Dragon.. His bladed arms were shaped into added muscles on his already great showing of physical prowess, though he was heavier with this added mass, he saw no need to move much anymore. As he would be relying on his supernatural perception and precision.. With his strength manipulated to a maximum of iron-crushing might. The elephants themselves were massive, at least 10 tons individually along with the catapults they were attached too, but being thrown by an enhanced Cecil, were now breaching 40 tons. He would be tossing them too, as there were plenty to use, he’d beam them at the Dragon until he hadn’t anymore.. But the army of Greed really was one of the largest…

 

Razorbackwriter:  They say Greed is a powerful force and none so more powerful when coupled with hatred. Combine the two and you have the makings of greatness, or folly. In the Prince’s mind previous to going to war, he had thought that the Beserker armor was the best in the land and so he wore it with a callous disregard to himself. That moment that he placed on the helm of the skull had completed the dark gnomes enchantment and the wearer was to become one with the power of the suit. But little by little, with every footstep, every move of the hand of a clock; the armor was taking him over. Mammon’s mind inching; closer and closer to the abyss of madness. All around him chaos unprecedented. His armies though having fought well on their mission to destroy the castle, were now coming under a ferocious attack from Gabriel’s supporters. Even his own battle elephants were being hurtled through the air like toys in an effort to crush waves of the Greed army. Desperate cries, and screams went unheard as the Prince of Greed now homed in on the very one that had brought about such hatred. Gabriel. Oh, she had heard his vicious and ridiculous taunts and had met them all with a sick and twisted laughter. She found his intentions to be futile as they were ill placed. He had no allies save Astaroth, who was doing all in his power to clear a way to be behind the Prince of Greed in what would be his final hours. Astaroth had sensed the change in the Prince of Greed. Never before had he been this bold to attack another kingdom. Regardless of how the change in the crown had come to be. Sure, he hated women, but this was not the Prince at all. The Beserker armor was now the driving force of this quest to reduce Gabriel to a sizzling pile of gloop and excrement.

The skies were now alight with the colour of fire and brimstone, the air rich with the stank of death and rot as the earth was reclaiming the same bodies it had brought up to serve the Prince of Greed. All around warriors were valiantly staving off what was to come. The complete destruction of the Army of Greed. Mammon may not have been able to see the carnage behind him but he was now void of all feeling and emotion.

His closest; Baal had betrayed him. The vile and pathetic excuse of a true Prince of Hell was now answering to Mammon’s wicked taunts. Had the Beserker truly gotten under the Prince of Gluttony’s skin? For him to start a run at Mammon with his fist being drawn back in an effort to make a single attack to strike at the Prince of Greed’s gut was a tell tale sign that he was not thinking at all with his head. Maybe the blood was in his cock after all. The Beserker skull helm altered as the more sinister vision of the sickly white skull started to show through. Inhuman. Mammon gripped onto the handle of Soul collector with a frightening menace as you could hear the creak and strain of the armor. Almost fusing itself to the blade. Then…it happened. Fist met gut with a sickening crunch that would have sent Mammon back stumbling, but his right foot was back slightly to reinforce his stance. Like lightning the left hand rocketed out to seize Baal’s wrist in such a grip that would break the bone of a mortal. Now he had him. With all the embodied hatred of the armor, the twisted and insane mind snapped. The Soul collector blade raised and slashed down to slice Baal’s arm from the elbow. Yes. The blade cried out – its two hundred souls wailed as it was about to be joined by another. ~SHLICK!~ With Baal’s arm being severed from the body, blood was sure to spurt out and form a sickly puddle on the floor, or spray Mammon.

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~RB~

Betrayal at the battlements – SS

Scene setting – Wrath Castle.

This story is co-written with five other writers – Temp, Moo, Zetta, Candle and Fu.

 

Temp:  

Astaroth moved alongside Mammon, charging straight into battle. There was clearly something different about Mammon, though there was no real way of knowing what that something was. Whatever it was likely didn’t matter, if anything it was a good thing, seeing Greed so bold and bloodthirsty. The battlefield was of course quite a mess, filled with soldiers and beasts clashing and spilling each others blood. Normally Astaroth wouldn’t be this involved with the combat, as he preferred watching his troops do as he commanded. This situation was a bit different though, and he had decided to make a personal appearance. His army was ready and prepared to march to this Kingdom, but he felt they wouldn’t get here in time to make a significant difference. Since he was able to teleport, he decided to do so and act as a one man army. The tole he would suffer after going back to his normal form would be large, but hopefully it would be worth it.

As he watched Mammon choose a solitary target, who looked rather different in comparison with the Wrath army, he decided to focus his attention on the foot soldiers. Astaroth barreled through the soldiers of Wrath, crushing them as he ran through their ranks. Although he was simply smashing things in his path, he was still very much aware of the battle going on around him. His head was moving in different directions to analyze the angles that a surprise might come from, and he had to keep some of his attention on the sky above in case of projectiles. Such things would hardly leave a scratch on him, but there was no sense in ignoring things being hurled through the sky. As he continued to pounce forward he looked up and took note of a flying object, which he kept his attention on. He wasn’t sure who or what the being was, but it was clearly not your average soldier. As it began to descend towards him he snarled and slammed his limbs into the ground below him, though at an angle. Using this angle and the sudden momentum he shot himself forward and to the side in a large burst of speed, moving away from the falling objects path. Right now he wasn’t trying to fight solo enemies, but rather weaken the Kingdoms defenses and foot soldiers. So for now, he was doing everything he could to avoid these solo fighters. Now that he was away from the falling object, he continued to run forward at full speed, clearly heading for the wall.

Eventually he would make his way up onto the walls of the Kingdom, easily ripping through the forcefield that was created. He jumped up onto the highest point he could find, which enabled him to look down at the battlefield. Using his new found position he opened his mouth and let out a loud and crippling roar all around him. His mouth remained open, and from within magma began to drip out and fall down below him. After a moment of watching the fight, he began to move his hands to his mouth, which he would use to hold onto the magma. As he did so it would become black and distorted, forming into a large blurry black fireball. He began to hurl these down at the soldiers, as well as the Kingdom around him. After exploding and sending chunks of dead soldiers and beasts hurling through the air, the Magma would form into disgusting creatures. They would begin to wail and crawl towards those loyal to Wrath, due to Astaroth controlling them and commanding them to do so. As they found organic life they would explode once again, sending more corpses flying. Astaroth let out another roar as well as a long and satisfied laugh at the carnage, clearly finding the battle amusing so far.Fu:  
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– The Veiled Man had stood there silently as the man clad in dark armor had came at him with high speeds and attempted to swing his powerful blade at him in the pursuit of cutting him down but the man retaliated by turning his body in the opposite direction and swing his blade just as fast at the blade that had came at his left hip . A large shockwave would be released around them as a result of their blades clashing , the blades had shook violently against one another as the Veiled Man’s appearance was partially seen through the dark veil which had cloaked him in its entirety. His light purple-blue skin was seen , and his spiky white hair but only for a second as his blade Eclipse released a loud noise and vibration , the sensation and nostalgia would echo off in the form of the Leviathan Queen of 2 generations previous , Demonic Aura and presence is well known for being different for each person and moreso recognizable easily if they are royalty or were in their day, this blade had held her might . –

” You own a extremely powerful blade. That much is for certain”

– The Veiled Man would push his blade forward upwards to cause her to stagger as he had leaped backwards, his darkened figure would begin growing hazy as he had jumped. If he had leaped at him at this time he would have entered a portal in the form of his hazy body and be transported to the closer region of the castle , there he would find the two princes that he was looking for . If he hadn’t , he would have done more flips backwards until he had returned to his physical state and continued battle if that had been his choice. –

 

Candle:  After making a man’s head pop with ease, Baal stared at soldiers. Oh how scared they looked against him, there trembling faces and shaking bones made him feel alive. It made him feel some type of feeling that he never normally got, most likely because he was a menacing psychopath that only Hell could tame.
Grabbing another soldier, Baal held him out horizontally and ripped his body in half. Using the separated body he chunked it at someone and listened to the thud as a soldier dropped to the ground. With blood on now onto his face the scent of blood made him close his eyes and sniff the beautiful scent in. Now that the scent of blood was in his system the now normal Baal would be turned into a monster who committed such horrors.
Taking off his armored coat his muscles began to enlarge and so did he in height. At the sight of such transformation it looked absolutely disgusting, but it was necessary if he was going to live. His body morphed into a colossal demonic killing machine, when this happened there was no stopping him until the scent of blood was gone from his system. Baal kept the cigar in his mouth and grabbed his axe and turned it into a double sided spear.
Soldiers hesitated to charge at him so Baal charged them and impaled one after another on his spear. Body after body lined up on the cold Hell forged steel. Eventually the tips of the spear would become engulfed in flame, so he threw the spear in the air and caught it on side where there wasn’t any bodies. Then he used all of his imposed strength and tossed it at the direction of Mammon
“I will use your blood to create such a beautiful painting that even Picasso will congratulate me.” He yelled out with his booming hellacious voice.

 

Moo:  The large form of Astaroth proved problematic as he tore through the barrier. The warlocks around the castle could no longer maintain the force field, but it wasn’t as necessary. The cannons were fast at work until the number of the catapults had dwindled down until there were less than half remaining. It was a matter of minutes before a few more would be destroyed. The warlocks focused on protecting the soldiers instead, as the magma Astaroth created was tossed about the field, exploding on impact. Small barriers would surround them momentarily to avoid mass murder of the warriors in the way of the blasts. Instead of say, ten, only a few would take any hit.
Gabriel found herself feeling pleased while her claws smashed through some poor man’s stomach, clenching before she tore away the whole front of him. His stomach tore open, intestines dropping to the ground. She would simply lick her claw and it was another life added to her compilation. Oh yes, she was saving up for the finale.
Her armor was already completely stained with blood along her hands and arms. Her sword was heavier with the amount of carnage she’d collected. She had to give it a good swing to help rid some of the excess blood. Where she had been walking, there was a trail of bodies. Some headless, some cut in half. Others simply missed limbs…or like this poor bastard that crumpled before her…they missed flesh in certain areas.
An idiot swung at her from the left, his blade catching her arm with a clang. The armor in which trailed along this area would catch it before she turned her head to meet his gaze. His already wide eyes grew further. “It’s impolite to stare,” she said meekly. Her sword ran itself through his skull, penetrating the helm he wore as if it were simply tinfoil. That was the power of her Hell-Fire, as it improved her sword’s durability greatly. Her once simple blade had morphed until it was twice as large, curving slightly while it radiated bright red-orange flames.
These flames spread over the corpse upon contact. Had he not already been dead, he would have been screaming bloody murder. She frowned as she tugged at her sword once. The body came with it. Irritated, she pressed her foot against his chest and yanked her sword away. It made a sickeningly sweet noise as it left his head, blood spurting over her. She opened her mouth gladly, taking the blood on her tongue before swallowing. Yum! She made a noise of glee, obviously enjoying her killing spree.
Though admittedly it seemed that Baal was enjoying himself much more thoroughly. She would admire his strength from afar as he tore a body apart before laughing. That’s right! She would have this war finished before the sun set. Mammon would fail. And his head would decorate her throne room, along with Belial’s and Hex’s. A hall of fame, dedicated to those who fell to her feet. Those pathetic men deserved no better place than the floor at her feet. Maybe she would make a coat from his skin. Her blade lowered while she stared off into the distance, the circle of bodies around her giving plenty of warning to other warriors of greed. They simply did not want to fight her. Cowards, the lot of ’em.

 

Zetta:  The Gate-Keeper’s eyes were slit in the skies above from the incoming wind and limbs flying up to his level, his arms crossed in an x-formation before him to collect as much air as he could between his fingers to further halt his fall upon realizing his enemy to be fleeing the scene there. His crash landing seemed futile as the great draconian beast simply jumped a great distance from where he saw Cecil would land. The bloodied warrior did not care for what damage this would do to himself, but as he descended rapidly only wondered if he would make it to him before he could do any massive attacks. He landed, bringing a massive bunch of debris into the air around him. His choice land split majority of the fleshy mass that he had gathered in the air, which was primarily to damage his target further but now had served to break his fall. Still; as he positioned himself to punch through the dragon, the bulk of his hands, his knuckles were built up to withstand the pressure the ground would bring. That which he brought upon himself with that jump. As one who decided the capacity of their flesh, he was not so damaged when his knuckles met the blood-soaked ground.

The entire area around the man would suddenly twist and distort into an incomprehensible sight. The grass rose from the ground and was now blotting out his peripheral vision. For just a few moments while he had been recovering from shock was he then reminded of the fighting going on: Directly ahead of him were Thousands of soldiers all locked in battle out of nowhere, beside him, behind him, all around was fighting going on. Blade pit to blade; Yet not one person turned to the new one that had fallen from the sky. This was a battle-field clearly and the revolving intensity was enough to hike the nerves of any living being. Blood was shed at rapid rates and the ground beneath everyone’s feet was pooling blood, It would become clear now that this was an active genocide, there were simply too many people and escalating casualties to be anything but mass murder committed against royalty. Everyone involved would likely be dead, except for his Princess, that was for sure. And while Cecil could only be in observation if he did not join in as well. The dragon was too far ahead, and he was not going to just chase it down, he would carve a path of blood until he directly saw him again: These people became illusions of his past, a wall of flesh that he would tear down once again. They were impervious to incoming damage from him as what was happening was a scripted showing, no one defeated the Kingdom of Wrath in open combat. The blood under him however was ripe with many different cells and originated in the bodies of living men.

He grew blades of sharp diseased organs, becoming dense from his power. Taking those; he began running point-blank ahead trying to ensure the dragon had no place on the ground while Cecil still breathed. The warlocks were doing a fine job of saving the ones on the floor, while Cecil would make it unsafe for the remaining opposition of grunts until he found one strong. His arms tore people in half, some would manage to cut him before then, but would be split apart all the same. His eyes had deadened and became cold completely, with no satisfaction as long as Gabrielle remained necessary on this battle-field.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was now a battle that rivaled any of the great events in history. The humans world of Terra could not possibly compete with the likes of the Demonic Princes and their savage armies. One might think it strange that all this was over the simple killing of a Prince by Gabriel, however one must understand that this was Hell, and the Seven Princes were of Sin. Each driven by that desire; and what could you expect from one like Mammon, whose true nature of Greed was showing through. Mammon had one of the best armies, fought in the most hellish of armor at great risk to himself….and all to prove a point. Hell was run by men, not the scantily clad wenches that easily destroy their mates; such as what had happened to Belial. In Mammon’s mind there was no Princess of Hell, just a whore that preyed on men’s needs and wasted when no longer of use.

Within the beserker armor; great change was occurring to the Prince of Greed. He no longer sounded like the pompous sexist pig of a man, but he was now more beast than anything else. Mammon chose his first target on which to wield his soul crying sword. With a great powered swing, he attempted to slice the Veiled man in two – who had been mostly obscured by a dark veil for the start of the fighting. But he was not totally unprepared for Mammon, having met the upward slash of Mammon’s blade with his own. The clash of two swords would cause a massive shock wave of sound and vibration, that reverberated back down through the handle and would jolt Mammon in such a way, that he fell back and had to grip his sword’s handle tighter. It was in this moment that the veiled man’s appearance really shone through. Light purple blue skin and spiky white hair. Mammon let out a roar of laughter on seeing his foe for the first time. It was hollowed, as if he had spoken down a long tunnel. .

” You own a extremely powerful blade. That much is for certain” The veiled man said, before using the momentum of his blade in a forward push to drive Mammon back. Mammon, who was still at full strength, did take a step back but planted his boot hard by the heel into the floor to slow and steady his stance once more, as he watched the veiled man flip backwards. Mammon changed his hand grip now to a two handed hold on the blade. To follow the veiled man in Mammon’s eyes was to lead him into a trap; away from the main prize of that bitch; Gabriel. Snarling he spat the word”COWARD!”, before his attention was seized by the whistling sound of an oncoming object. The skull helm turned sharply, where he then saw the oncoming of a spear being thrown at him with strength by none other than….Baal. The fire tipped spear blazing, struck the left shoulder of Mammon, it’s spear head piercing the armor plating. Mammon roared not in pain, but in anger. His closest ally had turned on him. Mammon released a hand from his sword grip and then reached up as the spear was wedged into his armor plating, with blood spewing out from the hole around the blade tip. One with the armor, he snapped the spear length free from the arrow head which was slowly being consumed by the armor itself as it worked to close the gap in the plating – forging the metal into itself. The spear length clattered to the ground as Mammon yelled back at Baal. ”And I’ll make you cook and eat your own flaccid cock! You treacherous pig!”

It was clear that there was now no love between the Prince of Gluttony and the Prince of Greed.

The bowmen, though dwindling in number due to the cannon fire and the constant attacks from the Wrath army were not retreating as one might imagine. Flanked now by the horseman, they made a full on run at the Castle to take on ALL of the Wrath army in a squirmish that would go down as the Day Hell turned in on itself. The battle elephants were now having to defend themselves, some spooked as their drivers were struck by enemy fire, and were now charging indiscriminately at the waves of soldiers regardless of whose side they were on. It was demon against demon, orc against orc. The Greed army was under orders to fight to the last man, and that was exactly what it intended to do.

The beserker armor was now changing forms as it became more skeletal in its shape, though black as night. The loud footfalls of the Prince of Greed would signal he was on the march to end the one that had started all of this, with her murderous spree. He knew Baal would probably make another attack, and boy did he hope he did. Mammon knew that if Baal was under the spell of the Princess, it would distract him from trying to end the Prince of Greed in battle. Baal only had enough blood to use his brain…or his cock, so if she was there flaunting her womanhood, Baal would be put off. Mammon was counting on it.

”COME FACE ME, YOU STINKING TART. I CAN SMELL YOUR FISHY SNATCH FROM HERE!”

 

~RB~

 

 

The Battle Begins – SS

 

Scene setting : Wrath Castle

This part of the story is co- written with five other writers. Fu, Moo, Zetta, Temp and Candle.

 

Candle:  Baal opened the Wrath kingdom’s doors with one hand, being one of the biggest princes in Hell was pretty entertaining. He stared at the red throne and walls, literally everything was red. “Well I wasn’t expecting this.” Baal said to himself as he walked towards Gabriel’s throne slowly.
With his massive axe in the other hand, Baal was ready for anything especially a surprise attack. It was pretty interesting on how much blood had been splattered everywhere. It almost made it seem like she’d murder a massive amount of people in such a small time. Detached limbs and decapitated heads were thrown around the room like some type of murderous party.
“I’m at a loss for words.” Saying once against while letting his grip from his body dismembering weapon loosen. He did grow curious of how poor old Belial would think of his former lover basically making a muck in his throne.

 

Moo:  Gabriel returned to an open door. She slid inside and closed it easily behind her. Slowly and silently until the thud and clang echoed in the hall. “Hm… What’s this?” she purred. “Another visitor so soon?” She practically skipped forward until she found herself looking at the one and only Baal. “Ooh,” she continued, pressing her finger lightly to her lips. “The great and mighty Baalzebub! Hell’s very own prince of gluttony! King of the Flies!” She spread her arms wide as if she were running a show.
Then lowered them, smiling wide. “Do you like the decorations? Some might argue it’s a little too…red.” She laughed and waved her hand as if dismissing something. “They’re all critics.” She looked him over as she turned to the side, her hands moving to clasp behind her. “What might you want with me?” Of course she’d noticed the ax right away, but she had no fear. There were…subjects…in which she related to this man with. Playing on one of them would surely earn herself some appraisal from the man.

 

Razorbackwriter: If one was inside the Kingdom of Wrath, the first sign that there was an approaching army would come from massive horn blasts that echoed throughout the land, followed by the massive footfall of battle elephants towing catapults and other weapons of mass destruction. Line upon line of troops that went back as far as the eye could see, was a clear indication that the Prince of Greed had only the very best when it came to his army. Scores of the un-dead, creatures that had died on the battlefields of Terra were now to serve the Prince of Greed in his greatest hour. When he left the Kingdom of Gluttony, he had high ambitions. One was to ensure his place in history as the leading Prince under Lucifer himself. Why, the two had served together against God. This…was merely a trumped up cock sucking floosy who killed her lover. Belial…was an idiot, as far as the Prince was concerned. Never…ever let a woman into your heart, for they would no sooner tear it out of your chest and eat it with relish the moment you turn your back. Truth be told, Mammon hated women, and he didn’t trust them. Lydia…he put up with due to her naked ambition. They were simply a good match.

But back to the war at hand. Gluttony. Oh the poor fool. Mammon was a crafty fellow, when he happened to mention on his way out that Leviathan would be present. I mean, he would hardly go far from Gabriel’s tit according to spy reports, and all knew he sucked her toes and bestowed words of praise at her feet. The slimy little git. Knowing how much Gluttony hated Leviathan, Mammon knew he would be on his fastest horse to go and kill the geizer. But the Prince…he was not such a fool to rush in. No…he was going to use a show of force that was unprecedented in Hell. Dare any other Prince to show weakness before the likes of a slut on the Throne of Wrath.

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She might have been cunning, but Mammon was far more devious.

Astride his valiant steed – a hell horse that stood over thirty hands high, snorting red fumes with eyes of blood, the Prince looked forceful and intimidating. He was also wearing the beserker suit of armour, only he had jet to place on the skull helmet. Once the suit was worn in full, did the enchantment begin. At his side, the sword “Soul collector”. A diabolical weapon, that cried as it was unsheathed, and trapped the souls of it’s victims within. Mammon raised his fist, and this set off a massive chant from his warriors. Large shields being slammed into the ground, their hammers and swords beating the metal that was adorned with the crest of Greed.

“This will be a day…long remembered in …Hell. DEATH TO WRATH!” Mammon cried, his army moving forward.

 

~RB~

 

Fu:  – Before the castle a large army had gathered under the name of one of the princes , a large force of demons and creatures from hell had stood by as if provoking the new Princess of Wrath out of her palace. It would have seemed the balance between Princes and the like won’t ever be able to stay stable at this rate , regardless of the steps taken someone would always get the wrong idea or overthink a event to the point of dangerous outcomes. The army in front of the Palace of Wrath being a obvious example . As the Army itself began to move forward towards the entrance a large shadow loomed over the mass of warriors under greed , the shadow having been formed from the castle itself which at this point began to grow abnormally darker to the point if made the door to the palace seemed as if it was erased entirely . A pair of beading red eyes could be seen from within this vast darkness , what may have been in there would eventually make itself known through a echoing and menacing tone . –

” Proceed , if you so wish .”

– A large amount of killing intent could be sensed from such a simple word and in the air itself . A Killing intent that was far greater then any single person would normally hold . The sensation which was given off rivalled princes and nearly but most likely could surpass them . A mystery laid within that darkness . But as this finished , the silence would eventually take over the battlefield once more. Their choice to move onwards or to back out would be up to them , but it was quite clear if they charged forwards something was bound to happen . Although it was quite clear they knew ahead of time they would suffer a loss or two. –

 

Candle:  Hearing a feminine voice, Baal turned around to see Gabriel. She wasn’t what he was expecting at all, her figure and form made him stare at her with fierce eyes. “I’m here to help you kill Mammon.” Baal said while smirking a little bit.
His demonic love side was for some reason beating profusely. She seemed to be the perfect woman too him, beautiful and murderous. Baal tried his best not too look like a love struck fool, but he hadn’t met a woman so right in every single way. Maybe that his murderous romantic side was coming out, if so then his definition of perfection was strange.
“You can kill Mammon and I’ll take out his men.” Stating without a backlash from her since he’d be able to destroy Mammon’s men with ease. And since she’d killed Belial then it was pretty obvious she’d be able to kill Mammon also. His political power side kicked In, making his realize that siding with Gabriel was a good idea. Most of it involved just with Gabriel in general, but no one would know that.

 

Moo:  Gabriel’s bravado halted as soon as she heard Baal’s answer. Her arms dropped to rest at her sides, expression lax. “Is that so?”
As if to answer her question, mass movement within the castle could be heard. Different orders were shouted such as, “Man the canons!” and “Ready your guns!” The marching of feet against the brick floors reinforced all of the commotion. It was made painfully apparent that Baal was not lying.

“I wonder what the pig would want with me,” she said disdainfully. Her eyes wandered over the prince’s body, taking in his muscled stature. Of course he could barrel his way through plenty of men. The question was how many. And if he really meant to aid her. Should he turn on her, she would simply put an end to him. Though as he stared her over, he seemed pretty intent with her curves. Odd that he would feel lustful, being the prince of gluttony. Though perhaps she had made a good impression with her art gallery. She smiled once more, turning on her heel to march toward the door.

The doors to the castle burst open, Gabriel stepping into view with her arms outstretched completely, a dazzling smile marking her face. While her kingdom was being intruded at its gate, she would simply watch as her army gathered together. Plenty of bodies at her disposal as they moved in formation, shields and weaponry in hand. Wrath had some of the best defenses surrounding the castle itself, though it would be likely that crossing the kingdom would come easily to the likes of Greed. It simply bought enough so that her men could prepare themselves. The outer walls were already guarded heavily, and they doubled their troops within minutes. She nodded, satisfied.
If that greedy pig wanted a war, he would have one. Honestly, she was honored to have an army gathered for her within a day of killing Belial and taking his throne.