The Witches Circle – Oridin’s Cottage : PD

Continuing from Helter Skelter, Oridin is notified of the dangerous event taking place in Witches Circle.  Will Esme and Oridin reach it in time?  (Fantasy RP)

 

Fu:

Oridin’s Cottage

Oridin Lexington:”’zzzzzzzzzzzzzz….. mm…… Huh ? ”

– The Male awoke to the sound of banging on the door of his cottage ; it would seem as if something was going on that was of major importance that even he a lowly mage apprentice would be called out . He rolled himself off of his bed and quickly went to put some clothing on , with the hoping that it wouldn’t take so long to do so without missing out on something that may happen in the instance between him waking up and him making it to the scene of importance. From the voice he’s heard and the thing’s he’s assuming by those words it would seem something did happen. The Blonde Male had nothing else to do but dart out of the door and follow Esme to where they had to go . When he had appeared to Esme Oridin was adorned in his standard mage gear ; holding onto his rapier adorned with a wand as it’s edge , odd in a sense but practical in the hands of a wizard.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” What’s going on ? ”

 

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Grey nearly cringed at the moment that he noticed he didn’t came here alone, not actually expecting Beel to be able to have some sort of connection that allowed him to follow them when he used his chaos control to get out of the throne room, so it was easy to expect, that he was taken by surprise when he saw that hand moving his way trying to grip him, moving out of the way as he could but only gaining because of this losing his hat and a few hairs that got caught in the powerful grip, something that caused him to growl as Beel as he positioned himself a bit back, glaring towards the Prince as it seemed like his gaze moved from him to the hat that he had left behind…and he did not looked amused nor scared, he wanted to rip his head off his shoulders

Give it back…give it back or else I will punch you in the soul and squeeze your damned heart!

Grey held very few valuable objects, that hat that may have seemed ridiculous was one of them because it worked well to distract people from the scars on his face, aswell as hide what seemed to be marks of stitches that ran across his forehead. The Frankenstein creature was well aware of it’s looks, and despite he mostly did not cared for them that hat held enough value for him to openly threaten a possible future client that way…with a threat that would seem empty until the moment he reached inside of his coat, noticing the new arrivals but also not caring for them at this very moment

And I hope you enjoyed it…because that’s the last thing I will make sure you taste unless you give me back my bloody hat

He may have not looked threatening towards Beel, given that he was an Archdemon and also a Prince of Hell why would he be in fear of a simple undead without soul, even if he weilded that energy? Even if he could hold himself in a fight, he did not seemed a threat at all towards him…at least perhaps…until the moment he took those golden knuckles out. Holy words and blessings were recieved by that golden metal long ago, before and after it was molded into what seemed to resemble a pair of brass knuckles that he had placed on as he got into stance, his eyes fixated on the giant demonic being before him as the very strange presence came from the knuckles. It was holy, pure…a thing that on contact would basicly give any creature of unholy origins a really bad time if it touched them…making it the more stranger why an souless being, an undead, had them with him

I’m going to show this guy…nobody interrupts me during works and threatens to make me lose money…and above all takes my hat! Who does he thinks he is!?

His anger and his focus on this object he held so dear made him lower his guard, not notice the lost soul that sought him out of everyone here as a vessel until it was too late. The next thing he knew was that a deep pain appeard on his chest, as if a needle made of ice went through his chest slowly and began moving inside of him. He felt invaded, and nearly for a moment lost before he just shook his head and focused back on Beel as he still remained with his hands up, as the holy knuckles glew with in the light from that place. But despite the appearance he putted up, he could notice something strange happend. For instance he could notice somebody else there, a figure of a female, one that he found odd not by looks but by the sensation caused within when his eyes settled on her, at least on the shape she took, only visible for a few selected ones from which he was part of. He was about to say something, to question it’s presence…but yet before he got into it something interrupted his thoughts and it was the conversation the onlookers had

Uh…

With his body somewhat sensitive from what had happend, and the annoyance from the fact Beel was not only making his job harder but also the fact that he might accidentally have snatched his hat…Mr. Wattson was not in the mood to hear them arguing among themselves while they left him to his fate against the empowered prince. But he tried to endure it…count to five as he tried to focus on Beel for a moment until finally he felt as if a vein was about to pop on his head. Unable to endure their conversations anymore, the undead roared at them, using all the power in his lungs and all his self control to not jump and them and make them silent himself

Shut up!! Unless you going to do something more constructive than to stand there like morons and talk among yourselves, then shut the hell up!

It was unwise to talk to a witch or a warlock like this, with such disrespect, but like all undeads much was taken from his life, enough for him not to care about those consequences as he focus turned over the possible hostile right now, as again he got himself on guard in case he tried to get close. He honestly didn’t knew if he would even be a match for him in his current state, even if a single touch from his knuckles would make Beel think about Grey’s ancestors when he was cursing his mother for giving birth to him, he was honestly unsure if he could hold himself in a fight against him right now, in Beels empowered state. But it was a fight that the Prince picked upon touching that accesory of his. Of course, an added difficulty would be battle with this magic users arguing among each other aswell as with that strange feeling dwelling within his chest. It was strange he knew…but he could swear that it was almost like if something was turned on inside, like if that candle that long ago died out inside of him suddenly was there again, a light not dying in the hands of death but being new, almost like if it did not belonged to him. It was almost like if again a soul was inside, but the possibility itself was ridiculous right? In the end he was an undead…for that to happend a…

Wait a…

He eyed the body quickly, paling in realization of what maybe just happend as he felt his stomach twisting in itself. It couldn’t have, he refused to believe it because the thought itself sickened him to no end…it had to be his imagination even if his mind told him otherwise. It was a mistake, an after effect from that thing he smoked in the last bar he was at…because there was no way it could have happend, right? Of course it couldn’t…because if it just happend…if that girl’s soul invaded his body he would be able to see her going through his own memories right?…wait, why was he taking that horrid possibility into account?! Yeah, it was horrid for him, in the end he did not wanted anyone to invade his privacy to such a deep level!…it was like having someone violating you on the most primordial level of your being…no, it couldn’t be, it surely was his imagination…or…was it?

Great googly moogly it’s all gone to shit…

Zetta:

The Witches Circle.
The air that passed by was not normal, it was filled with mystical influences, Beelzebub knew this not for fact. But from the difference in scent, wherever he had been transported to was certainly of a different nature from Hell. Knowing not a way to return he decided that a method was necessary to thrive here and return to face that purple-haired menace with Eren at his side. As of now though it would be difficult to do so, princess in his arms there was an arising need to identify the truer status of Sayaka. There was an unknown factor which had presented itself however, as the neurax worm felt the body leave unconsciousness and enter a comatose suddenly. As if there simply was no one left in the building, caught within a panic it had activated transcendence, but with no thoughts to possibly oppose it, the worm amassed total control of the body. It had enough time though run over 40% of it’s host’ brain, a method to survival, from the time it had planted itself within her mind it was learning more rapidly. Sending these thoughts to Beelzebub himself, alerting him to whatever made Sayaka an individual had left, The worm was hosting a body devoid of it’s own thought and thus could act on it’s own will, nevertheless it was now faced with a new problem.

The body it controlled, it’s last subconscious thoughts were of it’s own form potentially crumbling at the seems. For now it was merely sleeping, keeping it’s strength together to focus on staying alive. As it was matter once more, it could now succumb to weakness and die.. Pests filled the area around the two royals, probably friends of the boy who brought them all here.. That moment the Dark One and his group of women approached the prince, stating quickly that the body in Beelzebub’s arms was a snack. “Wrath, or Pride, it doesn’t matter..” He said lowly, in a grumble, because anyone could be snack to him. Beelzebub took pride in his victories, each one just brought him closer and closer to the belief that he was simply to be given everything he wanted. An enemy may overwhelm him temporarily, but just like Sayaka, they would inevitably meet their doom. He had dispatched of her quickly “She was done in less than 5 minutes..” 5 minutes from her assassination attempt the girl was finished, and she had not even been able to reveal her full power before he put her out. Too bad she was so thoughtless as to challenge the prince known for his hunger to an eating contest.

These conversation were in-between minutes, but provided the unconscious princess to regain itself, already the possessor had managed to read over 60% of it’s hosts memories. It had gained access to the hereditary Flames of Wrath, as well as knowledge of what the body was physically capable of.. Still it had not yet covered the means to enhancing the body even further, or the images within that gave the appearance of Sayaka in a different form.. Around the two was becoming uncomfortable, one woman had questioned the man he met back in Hell’s Kitchen with persistent questions and then accusations. Speaking as if it was the one called Shamus’ intention to lead the glutton prince into taking the Right Hand of Doom.. But wasn’t it his come-up to have gained an item with only having to kill another Prince as a stipulation?.. Beelzebub would just listen in, until the female had reached a finalized point of anger. Worry taking over her expression as the ground itself began to glow, it had been some time after since his own massive body made contact with the floor beneath. However this was not due to him, some outside force not spoken for just yet, he was clueless towards it’s origin. Without clear understanding of how he had even gotten here, he acknowledged this time here as what it was to be in a bad position..

Even with that though, “She and I were brought here without a word, where’s our ride outta here?” He asked the Dark One. Perhaps he could offer some guidance in this peril… Still in it’s rather mangled state, the creature shouted for the being it had always been a part of:. “Beelzebub, I need you!” With majority of it’s physical energy wiped, as well as it’s own new-found reserves of power gone, it’s form would rapidly deteriorate quickly now. When Beelzebub questioned it telepathically, it stated that it was going to die soon without the power that the body was accustomed to always holding. To which the prince allowed his aura to return, expelling all of the Flames of Wrath within his body, finally ridding of the burning feeling inside of him. Meanwhile, the worm within would find the means to preserving Sayaka’s body, absorbing all that it’s controller dished out. A process which took a full minute Her presence would seemingly return then, awoken from death, spreading it’s eyes wide as the worm barely felt the dryness of eyeballs. Had not even felt it directly, but through it’s impregnation of the brain could identify when any specific nerve was being affected by an outside presence.

This was how it could feel the body succumbing to an implosion or explosion, as well as how it knew that it was alone now.. Typically the creature was incapable of emotions, but had been introduced to a flood of all that an individual was capable of. Result being a deeply conflicted being, one that only knew of it’s time safe within Beelzebub and the abilities of it’s new host, so as it’s eyes opened, the creature threw itself at the glutton prince. Ignoring the voices around it which called out the name of it’s host to lock lips with Beel. In a make-out session, before the body reacted on it’s own, towards a familiar voice calling on it. This became the moment where the creature allowed itself to merge with what it was Sayaka, and adopt her unto itself… Herself. “You are…” Locking eyes with the dashingly dressed female. “Kat.” Spoke the indoctrinated Princess of Wrath.. Now it would appear that the other male was finally prepared to fight back, Beelzebub had a hat in his palm, which seemed to irk the intruder even more than what he said prior.. Instead of bickering with him though, he would simply show him up in return for the invasion on his castle. “I want to go home.” Therein absorbing Sayaka’s body whole, with no opposition from the awakened body she was gone in seconds. The resulting mass would be the first example of a powerhouse, full combination of two princes…

Beelzebub stared down at the boy, his eyes flaming with wrath, a glowing red aura to mark assimilation over his upper-half. What he felt burning within before was now gone, a result of now having the entirety of the princess within him except for her soul. The gluttonous prince did not make a single move, merely staring the other male down. “You will take me back, or you will be eaten.” A promise if he ever made one, incurred anger could have left him snarling, but he wanted to make a point. Frolicking with these losers was the last thing on his schedule of conquering.

Kiri:
The Witches Circle.
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Sayaka was slowly becoming better at taking on a form for herself for Grey to see, however, she couldn’t do much about the fact that Kat couldn’t do much more than sense her, with her soul now attached to the man she had to find a way to actually get them out of his alive; Beel wouldn’t allow the man to survive even if he did take him back and she knew it, but what could they do? Whatever the man held on his knuckles was definitely eerie, and in her spiritual form the blessed metal still made her shiver at the sight of it, Beel couldn’t absorb something of holy origin without it poisoning and killing him, that was a fool’s decision; the mere touch of that blessed metal would be enough to poison and heavily damage him, he was a demon. Sayaka had already finished taking on a definitive form that Grey could see, but only Grey as Kat was reduced to sensing her as a feline, and with this definitive form Sayaka was gaining an idea.

The air suddenly began to drop in temperature as Sayaka watched Beel take over her body, though that body would never be hers again, and that meant that the Flame of Wrath would be destroyed now that she had been separated from her body in such a manner, it would have been devoured by the chaotic energies and therefore all sources destroyed forever. Sayaka had originally intended to use that flame to find the one who had set the curse upon their family, but this too would have to work out as she had no other alternative, with her anger at Beel doing such a thing to her precious feline servant the air was becoming dangerously cold; everyone would have found their breath to be releasing bursts of steam instead of not, proof that the air was becoming far more on the chilly side of things.

“I don’t know who you are… but I know this didn’t go according to plan, don’t follow his orders! I have a plan!”

Sayaka said this to Grey urgently before he could make a rash decision, and next was sprinting, or rather floating, straight for Kat at the fastest she could move currently until she got used to this; though this wasn’t very fast, and it would have seemed to Grey that she was taking her time. She could hear his thoughts and hadn’t yet realized that she was able to actually read his thoughts and memories and know everything about him, a fact she would learn at a different time as she finally stopped near Kat. Kat would have felt a small wind running just barely over her hair, a whisper in her ear as Sayaka spoke to her, grateful with everything that she was now that her lovely, cheeky little servant was a feline.

“Katrina… Kat… I ended up latching onto the man who brought Beelzebub and I here, however, as you know Beelzebub isn’t happy. I need you to get the other witches here, if that is what they are indeed from what I can tell, to handle Beel so that you, my savior and I can find a necromancer… I need a new body if we are to still hunt down the source of the curse. Please… Kat.”

Razorbackwriter:The Witches Circle.

The wind suddenly rose sharply with excited chatter spreading throughout the vast area that surrounds the Witches circle. None were prepared for the show that was before them, least of all the Dark One, who was actually enjoying what he was seeing. Lavinia was right – everything was off kilter and Shamus couldn’t have been more pleased with this. Its affects like sickening tentacles were even finding their way to the Circle and this was causing upset with those that could not be seen. The ancestors. The whispers were growing louder as the wind picked up. The clouds above rolled over, with the white starting to mix in with the grey and some even turning to black. Cracks of lightning rocketed between the oncoming storm clouds, followed by the rumble and roar of thunder claps. All the witches and warlocks were standing just outside the circle, which itself was now glowing as if the earth was ready to release something that had been held within it’s belly for centuries. The only one that had ventured in was Katrina. Drawn forward by the sight of the body of Sayaka who was at that time being held by Prince of Gluttony. Beyond the circle, the Dark one and Lavinia had been engaged in a bitter argument, but it was now clear to all that the fact that Beel’s presence was not only causing further imbalance, it meant that valuable time was being wasted.

None of this however seemed to matter to Katrina. Her focus was on the body that Beel held, and what it did next left her shell shocked. The cat witch was almost certain that she felt Sayaka’s soul, yet the body…the remaining part of the Princess of Wrath was now awakening. How could that possibly be? And her behavior? To kiss the great lump of a Prince was enough to make bile rise up into the cat’s mouth. Katrina gagged a little, turning her head away and placing a hand up to her mouth as though to stop herself being sick. She only turned back when she heard a voice that came from the body.

“You…are Kat.”

Of course she was bloody Kat. The white of Katrina’s eyes showing and a look of horror on her face. Her head raising slightly as the woman sounded nothing like herself. Where was the fire? Where was her spirit? It was almost as though someone had stuck their fucking hand up her arse and was puppeting her to act and speak. A nasty cat like growl emerged from Kat’s throat, as her tail whipped around behind her. Ears that were usually standing tall were flat against her golden hair. This did not go unnoticed by Lavinia, who had now turned her attention on the spectacle being played out before her. The Witches circle was a place of spiritual significance to the witches and warlocks alike. The disturbance was now engaging forces that none could have anticipated.

The Dark one then started to chant….

~Tick tock tick tock tick tock goes the clock~

It was almost like he was trying to bait the Elder witch, while at the same time reminding the Prince of Gluttony that he was on a quest, and every minute he spent in the Circle, was a lost minute to his search for the heart. A mischievous grin was now spreading on his face as the very air was now ripe with so many voices, and one thing that Shamus was counting on, was playing out right before him.

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The rock that made up the formation of the Witches circle started to rumble, like another earthquake and greater than the force with which Beel’s impact had made. It was enough to have Katrina spin around and see that Lavinia was going into some sort of hypnotic like trance. Her whole body was shuddering and then she took one step into the circle.

“Meow?” Kat had never seen Lavinia like this before. Black shadow forms rocketed out of the circle and then tore into Lavinia’s body – each one hitting her causing her to jolt as though being struck by a force again and again till it settled and the wind suddenly stopped. Lavinia’s eyes were the blackest of black, and you could see the power charging throughout her body. A sickening greenish glow that rose especially from her hands. In behind, the Dark one took two steps back. Oh this was going to be bad. She aimed a hand at Kat, her claws now drawing in as though to catch something, and Kat squeaked loudly as she was picked up by a green beam of light and thrown far out of the circle where she hit a tree and slid down into the brush. Lavinia started to walk through the circle and then her right hand did the same action, only towards Grey, who again she used the force that was the harnessing of the ancestors to snatch and throw the man out the opposite way of the circle. The ancestors wanted them out of the circle. Gone from the site of their most sacred ground.

At last she turned her attention on the one known as Beel. The Prince of Gluttony. When Lavinia opened her mouth, it was not just her voice, but layers of many that spoke through her.

“Begone to the pits of hell, foul creature….LORD OF GLUTTONY!” She had made her mark and each and every witch and warlock, EVEN the Dark one who was trying to resist the strength of Lavinia’s pull on their signature power, was now channeling into her. Like a beacon. A chorus of chants rose up as in the bushes Katrina popped her head up to see that Lavinia was performing a banishment, the reverse of a summons. A large portal appeared behind the Prince that was made especially for him. On the other side was the Kingdom of Gluttony.

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“GO!” Lavinia screamed, engaging the portal’s magic to suck Beel from the circle…..never to return.

The Prince wanted to go home, and she had just provided him with a one way ticket.

Katrina’s head peeked up again, and then she got up onto her feet wobbly. She was unsteady both because of the knock to the head, but also the fact that Lavinia was channeling so much power. It was insane. No one should ever perform such a feat. At that moment Esme ran up to the area where all the witches and warlocks were standing, shaking and their arms stretched out for Lavinia. She had total control, and Esme had reached the site after the banishment had been performed.

“Aunty?” Esme was shocked to see what was happening. “Aunty please?” She cried out only to see the enraged and possessed witch turn around to face her. “Oh fuck….” Esme whispered. Oridin may have caught up by now, and seen the results of the Prince of Gluttony’s impromptu visit. “She’s harnessed the spirits of the ancients.” This…was bad. Very…very bad. Even the Dark one, with all his evil skills and power was no match for her.

Lavinia had been awakened from centuries of slumber. The dark had risen.

With Esme getting Lavinia’s full attention, Katrina skittered along the outer boundary till she found Grey, who had also felt the power of Lavinia’s wrath. She crouched down and whispered.

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“I heard her. I know what to do. Hold my hand.” She reached out for Grey to take it, and if he did the two would blast out from the witches circle grounds bound for a new adventure. ~RB~ 

The Witches Circle – Helter Skelter : PD

Continuing from the Intro of The Witches Circle.  Fantasy RP.

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

This was not the first time that he had intruded there, nor the first time he have dealt with the witches and warlocks of this world. If anything he still stood as some sort of ally of their, given that so long ago he gave up his own life to suffer under the hands of those who decided to give death to one of their own kind. Years of torture, years of silence…all to defend the life of a little girl that weilded power over magic. Maybe it was the only reason why they did not saw him as an hostile, maybe that’s why he took the liberty of coming here aside from the fact that his job demanded it…

…control!!

His chaotic energy would be a dead give away that he was here, in the end no other undead weilded that power and nobody was so horrible at keeping it concealed when it came to teleportation. He always used more power than he should or so many said, but it was because that power had a nature of it’s own. It was wild, unpredictable, and at times unwilling to cooperate with Grey unless he twisted it’s will, and usually when he did things just went south for him later on. Take for instance the lack of a proper battle, wich would have made his inner chaos quite happy. Well…that was the reason why instead of appearing on the ground like he should, Him, Sayaka, and the motorcycle all appeard quite high above the ground

What the…oh come on!

Normally the motorcycle would be the first one he would try to save from the fall, but sadly for his favourite vehicle in the last three decades, Sayaka was actually worth more and he couldn’t just let her become crushed flesh into the ground, no matter how much his motorcycle would suffer for it. So he kicked the bike off, painfully because he had a few bottles of tequila hidden within it, as he pulled Sayaka towards him as he held her body in his arms while he fell down towards the ground. At this point despite he knew his body was resistant, he tried to recall the advice he was given last time he fell from this distance…

Ok…bend your knees…relax your body and-

A loud crashing sound came as soon as his legs finally made contact with the ground, as he felt how despite they did not broke or took any severe damage the pain from the fall still made it’s way from his feet to his head. He bit his tongue not to curse with all his might, as he still held Sayaka in his arms for a moment as he heard how a tree and gravity teamed up to basicly make a wreck out of his dear motorcycle. By now his eye twitched, as he really hoped that this girl was worth all the trouble he went through…because if he did not gained enough to get a new motorcycle, heads were going to roll

At least that guy ended up with the most severe case of blue balls in history…heh

He grinned, saying a set of words that the old priest would have never dreamt of saying but that Grey just grinned at, feeling like that was payment enough. In all honestly he did had anything really that big against the Princes, but more like something against their title, against the fact that their position reminded him of someone that long ago became his first victim. No gods, no kings, only man, or woman if you wanted to get technical but the point still stood, anyone who sat on a throne was a possible target for Grey to mess with, and a second option for his jobs unless he needed the money. But for now he did not worried about that, he just stood straight, looking down at Sayaka and considering what he could do…in the end…if nobody saw he could blame any actions he took on her body on Beel but…he rather not tempt his luck, the last thing he needed was a witch or a warlock to caught him with his hands where they did not belonged, it could affect his payment. So he just looked around, wondering where he was supposed to meet his contact

Zetta:

The Witches Circle.

A loud thud sounded right along with the boy and the princess, the one and only Prince of Gluttony had arrived as well. Ported along with the two individuals, they through chaos energy, the other not so expected. His heftiness had fallen too, creating a small quake in the ground, if the third intruder’s leg had been suffering a sting of a pain from this fall. Then the quake would have put him on his ass. All the while, Beel still held Sayaka’s body in the same manner in which they had all been moved.. His target had yet to notice him too, leaving Beelzebub to grin widely at this new development. The boy sounded confident that he had pulled a number on the prince, but he would find that his hopes were dashed away in just a few seconds. His left-hand was moving to grab the boy’s face whole, with an obviously powerful grip as he was caught up in looking at Sayaka.

“Were you trying to take my food away from me?” Had he not known that this was the princess in his arms? Beelzebub got whatever he wanted, and he would show the boy this now. “Your energy tasted so good.” He had gotten a good taste of it, as he had assimilated just about all of the energy the princess had in her form he was nearly as powerful as two princes combined into one currently.. Though it was only temporary as he did not eat her body completely, he would be like this for quite sometime…

Hino:

The Witches Circle.
What Sayaka had no knowledge of as she came through the teleportation was what was happening to everyone, what was going on in the Witches Circle and the fact that she was even there in the Witches Circle; she had no way of knowing about everything that Beel had done to her, and that was probably a good thing that she didn’t, as she would have killed herself immediately. However, what Beel didn’t know, and COULD NEVER KNOW was that the Chaotic Energy had separated her soul from her body, and so she was now watching the scene without a real way of seeing… more of a sensing… and so she moved straight for the closest vessel near her, and what she next saw was… the fact that her entire being had latched itself to her own savior!

Sayaka immediately took on an astral body that only Grey would see, Beel could have her body… for all she cared he could have that, now that she was attached to Grey though… that meant that she could never again detach unless she had the help of a Necromancer of sorts. Where were they though? Kat would be able to see her… but only because cats had such a keen connection to the spiritual world. How would she react? Sayaka couldn’t tell, but she seemed to be blazing with a blue flame and had a completely different form.. only Kat would be able to tell who she was for sure now. It was sad.. the great Princess of Wrath reduced to being the astral body connected to another.

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Razorbackwriter:

 

The Witches Circle.

The lands of Dyre were greater in size than those of Hell could have possibly imagined. Like a country within it’s own right, it had four points, each represented the seasons. The North being mountainous and much of it was covered in ice and snow, the South was a tropical feast of beauty and nature – abundant in wildlife and fauna. The West were the sand planes and the desert, where scorching wind blew vast dunes across thousands of miles. The East was where few would venture. Known simply as the dark lands, it was where many went to die and where the darkest of magic did rule. But from all over Dyre the witches and warlocks were coming. Lavinia had called a meeting of the Elders for there was a great disturbance in all things magical. Time was being tested, and thus it needed to be discussed amongst the leaders of Witchdom.

Already Lavinia was making her way with Kat along the cobble stoned path accompanied by Katrina, who had ventured to the Witches circle to pass on new information about the latest Princess of Wrath – Sayaka. Linked arm in arm, the two friends were whispering to each other with the Dark one practically skipping along behind them. He was rubbing his hands together as his own terrible schemes and plots were starting to come to fruition. Little did Lavinia nor the other elders know about what had happened at Hell’s Kitchen, nor the deal for the right hand of doom with the Prince of Gluttony. These were things that the Dark one would reveal as it suited his purpose.

Marguerite was still in a lather about Raul and of course, seeing Kat at Lavinia’s made her all the more annoyed. She swept along behind the Dark one, her eyes glowering with contempt, and when her time came to speak, Marguerite was not going to be holding back. Overhead, the steady lines of witches and warlocks continued, as up ahead some were coming in to land just before reaching the clearing, where the circle had stood for as long as anyone could remember. Already the whispers of the ancestors was in the wind, and those voices were not speaking favorably. If one bothered to pay attention to them, they were trying to alert those on their way of impending danger.

Esme was the last to leave the cottage, and was just locking the front door, when the earth tremored as though it had been struck by an earth quake. Everything shook and even some of the roof shingles started to fall off. The walls cracking in amongst the mud bricks. Startled, Esme turned on her heel and looked about to see that she had been left behind by the Elders.

“What’s happening?” She cried aloud, not sensing that this was caused by magic, but by a great force striking the very earth. Leaving Lavinia’s house in a hurry, she raced down to the smaller cottages in search of Oridin. A wanderer that she had found in the weeks before now, she knew that he had not been called upon by Lavinia for the meeting of the Elders, but she liked to help him whenever she could. Now, with the unexpected earth tremor, and everyone having left for the circle, the girl feared something was horribly wrong, and sought to find the young man and warn him.

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Coming up to his small cottage, Esme banged on the door.

“Oridin?…Oridin? Did you feel the earth shake? Oridin? Something’s happening!” Her voice was in a panic, and she quickly looked around if there were others that needed to be brought out of their homes.

Getting closer to the Witches circle, all of those that had either landed, or was now coming out into the clearing felt the massive earth tremor, and with Lavinia and Kat out in front, they were the first to see the ones that had brought themselves to Witches Circle uninvited.

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A massive beast of a man, that was holding onto what looked to be the body of a woman. From the air, witches were landing along with warlocks, and they were as surprised to see the trio as the Elders that came on foot. The Dark One appeared at the side of Lavinia and when his eyes clapped on the sight of Beel, he burst out laughing.

“He had more on his plate….than I had anticipated. Ehehehehe. Brought dinner with him too. Who knew he had time….for a snack.” The Dark one had not encountered Sayaka before, but it was at that moment that Kat let out a shriek of horror. The beast like demonic figure who she hadn’t identified as Beel was holding her Mistress. Sayaka of Wrath.

Lavinia was more than annoyed now. These three had broken the sanctity of the Witches Circle. You could not just enter such a place uninvited. Her head turned to both the Dark one and Kat as the pair spoke of what they saw before them. The Dark one knowing full well who it was. Well, the big one anyways.

“What is the meaning of this….outrage?’ Her voice had a shrill tone, that echoed amongst the trees, the Elders all silencing, except for Marguerite who always spoke out of turn. “What a disgusting blob.” She was speaking of Beel, and this only brought more laughter from Shamus. “Oh you have a way with words, Marguerite. Be careful he doesn’t eat your tongue.” He wiggled his fingers at Marguerite, who turned her nose up at him. “Hmmph!” By now the witches and warlocks were creating a circle of their own around the trio, when Kat stepped forward bravely. From where Kat stood, it looked like Sayaka was dead.

“It’s…the Princess of Wrath. She…she was alive when I left her.”

“THAT’S…SAYAKA?” The Dark one asked, pointing a bony finger at the girl, before slapping his knee. “I said bring the Heart of Pride….not the fiery remains of Wrath.” Even the Dark one didn’t see this coming. Lavinia was still wanting to know who the overgrown beast man was. It was clear that the Dark one knew. She reached for Shamus by the scruff of the neck, and growled. “Who is that?” Giving him a good shake before dropping him in the dust. The Dark one shrugged his shoulders, and then said with a little chuckle. “The…uhm….Prince of Gluttony. Can’t you tell? Look…he’s wearing the right hand of….”

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It was then that the penny dropped for Lavinia. The right hand of doom was linked to the time piece. The hour glass. Now it was all starting to make sense, except for the fact that he was holding onto what appeared to be the body of the Princess of Wrath. None of them knew who Grey was, but it was clear from the look on Beel’s face that the pair were not friends.

“….Doom. Shamus, you son of a bitch. This was all YOUR fault.” The Queen of Witches finished Shamus’s sentence for him. Lavinia seemed to be more worried about the fact that the deal had started the time piece, rather than the fact that one of the royals of Hell could be dead. Shamus’s jaw fell open wide. He started to gesture crazily towards Beel and the woman he was holding.

“My fault?! I didn’t tell him to go kill Sayaka, now did I?’

“YOU ACTIVATED THE HOURGLASS!” She roared back, the look on Lavinia’s face changing as a more menacing one was coming to the fore. “YOU’VE THROWN EVERYTHING OUT OF KILTER…MY GOD!” On the ground, there was a glowing symbol appearing, rising up from between the stones and the grass. It was like the earth was giving up something, but what?

“No such thing as a perfect world, dearie.’ The Dark one was truly enjoying the show, even if it did make Laviina furious with rage. Oh how he had been waiting for a moment like this. It had been a long time since he had seen the Queen of all witches in her true form. He knew it would take something…cataclysmic to bring her back.

Katrina hesitantly started to approach Beel, her eyes tearful till she felt something. Like when someone walks over your grave. Her hair blew about her gently, and there was this scent that she couldn’t get out of her head.

“Sayaka….?”

Was the Princess of Wrath dead?

 

~RB~

“Ever guessed my secret?” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

No one saw this coming…..

 

Zetta:  Beelzebub was staring Doctor Willhelm down without an answer, up until being caught away by the introduction of the cretin who had been idle in the background. The entire time he had been wondering on the meaning of it’s presence, all the while referring to what was most likely a man, to be an it. Only because of it’s apparent concern with the situation going on, but doing absolutely nothing but talk and react.. Until the moment he was clarified on a time in which he had to gain the heart of the prince of pride. He had a full week then? Personally, he could have worked with just three days, considering what he had been hearing happened to the Prince when he stood against Gabriel and her slave.. It was obvious that it was possible to befall the Dragon if one could only get close to him, and he had luckily just enlisted not one, but two individuals fully capable of taking to the skies. However he was not going to get gaudy in front of his suppliers, desire leaked out of Beelzebub, but confidence did not. That was for the other prince, his soon-to-be victim.. The Dark One was a foreign being to him, but he came out with stating the one who Beel assumed to be the master-mind behind everything was nothing but an extension of the thing itself. This wrought out a new-found respect for the presentation being given..

“So this is how the genius-inventor is safe, and knowledgeable in the nether-realm despite being a human..” The glutton prince narrowed his eyes as the other being approached, most likely a demon given his features. But he did not immediately assume so, it was very possible that this one was only a shape-shifter, pulling strings with his intellect. All that was beyond his concern, the man gave out tasks, getting Beelzebub his hand was a nice means of appealing to him for a start. When he continued on to get close to him in a whisper, the prince only listened close, where he had only just bullied a man for getting so close to him. Another showing of how Beelzebub acted when he was given things that he wanted, as well as how he treated those who had fed him so… Even standing idle when his nose was flicked, the wink given to him by the demonic being was awful, but endured because he was being fed juicy information. All about the arm, what it was for, he had been continuously told that it was powerful, but never given a hint as to how and why. So being told this was like food towards his hunger for conquest. “This arm isn’t just a replacement, but a chain. I will have to return here if I want to continue being rewarded..” He said to himself, in front of the dark one with a foregoing tone, quickly figuring out how this trade could be more taxing than he had originally thought. At any time he could back out of it, this was the type of look he had received from the doctor moments ago. The man himself had ceased to speak, this was slightly alarming, but ignored, while Gluttony received it’s feedings..

The army would be his in a matter of days, he could retrieve it by sending Eren as a recognizable extension of himself. With this in mind he contemplated replacing Najetta with that man, the fire-starter seemed much more willing to act for Beelzebub, though not nearly as concerning.. In which case there were no perfect replacements for that woman, but someone like Eren could easily be close to her versatility.. Enough, he wasn’t about to squander a second in waste, while he caught up in a matter of time. After all, he was sure he could win regardless, he wanted that reward like he wanted lust. A thought occurred to wage war on two fronts, but he decided against it, not wanting to spread himself thin.. These thoughts led him to glance at the being recently introduced, lacking a name for him. “So.. Dark one, gluttony returns to this laboratory, receives it’s new army. I bring you the heart, you give me more..” He stated, just to be assured, his tone of voice would tell the other being that the prince was almost possessed by the desire to receive whatever he had in store for him.. With no need for an actual vocal agreement, the two would part ways, Eren right behind Beelzebub most likely, the group would step onto the elevator. Gluttony would walk over the man he pushed with no regards, heading straight for the door, his right hand flexing all the while. It was good to be whole again…

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab 

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The room was now silent as those that had come to see the mysteries and wonder of the Cardis tomb had left for their own kingdoms once more. All that was left now was the Doctor….and Narcissa, who had tried to interject several times during the meeting, but was all but ignored. There was a reason for this of course, not one that was obvious – but in fact it was to prevent attention being drawn to her. The Doctor was not stupid. He knew that the Prince’s desire to devour may well include her and that was the last thing he wanted. Keeping him from eating anything down there was a feat in itself, and of course the Dark one finally made himself known and his diabolical plans. Oh, everyone was happy. The Demon Prince thinking he got the deal of a lifetime, the Dark one thinking he had the Prince right where he wanted him, and of course the time piece – the sand filled hourglass had been turned over. Everyone was happy….except one.

The moment the doors to the lift closed and he heard the whirring of the gears to signal that the lift had taken its precious cargo back up to the foyer, the Doctor staggered and clutched at one of his work benches. it was like he had been holding in his true feelings and the terror he had felt the entire time that the deal was being brokered.

“Everything….I did, I did for love.” Wilhelm stared at an open space, but clearly he could see a mental image of her. The love of his life. A projection of her beauty. “But…when I save a life….someone always dies.” There was such sadness in his voice now. Like for the first time he was being rational – sane. A tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to face Narcissa, who could not possibly understand what he was saying….or what he meant. Pushing himself off the table, he walked toward Narcissa and patted her shoulder. “I’m….sorry.” His brow knitted as he just stood and stared at her, before turning his back.

He had much work to do. The army having being promised to the Prince of Gluttony and it would be a matter of days before Eren, possibly – came to collect. Walking up to the first row of body sacks, that illuminated the room with a fiendish green glow. the Doctor went to the control panel that controlled the undead creature’s life support unit. There were so many. A vast army. Ten years of work.

“Ever guessed my secret, child?’ He said with barely a whisper, as he took out an iv needle and prepped it up to the main machine that linked all of the undead to one simple unit. Sticking the needle into his artery, his own blood poured down the tube and into the processor, that turned around and around like a dialysis machine. Slowly he sank onto a small round stool as the blood was draining into the system, and being fed drop by drop into the machine. Across the entirety of the tomb each monster…each creature…each soldier was taking in the Doctor’s own blood. Red alarm lights started to swirl as the creatures started to beat against the sacks that contained them Massive blasts of warning blasts and repeated computer chatter was screaming through the intercoms.

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Up at the foyer, Loc and Igor had been fixing the door when the Prince and his entourage had left. Course, when the alarms were all being triggered at once, the hunchback spun around and screamed.

“DOCTOR!!!!”

He ran as fast as his legs carried him towards the lift door and helplessly punched in code after code…but it was no use…the doors refused to open.

“WILHELM!!….DOCTOR!!!….NARCISSA!!!”

Loc looked up in fright, to see the small man banging his fists on the key pad, and then the door to the lift. Loc could hear the sirens, and it was scaring him. He put his hands up to his ears, and started to scream in terror, which was a worse sound than the sirens themselves.

The Doctor swayed back and forth on the stool as the first of the goo filled insulator bubbles broke and the undead creature landed upon the floor of the tomb. It’s eyes were completely black and it turned to see the Doctor who was close to passing out from blood loss. It’s head swung around and it took in the sight of Narcissa and roared at her. Baring terrible fangs and large claws. It’s body joined together with crude stitches and its veins pumping with a strange coloured fluid. One after the other started bursting out their body sacks and landing on the floor, as in the back ground the Doctor fell off his chair onto the floor……

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~RB~

The Quest of the Heart – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

Had the Demon of Gluttony bitten off more than he could chew?  Never shake on a deal when you don’t know what is at stake.  The quest is just beginning.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab

All actions and choices have consequences far more diabolical than could possibly be imagined by those partaking in the game. Was this all that it was? A game? To some perhaps, to others not. In another part of the lab, a dark figure was sitting at a table, his legs crossed and tapping his foot in time to some strange music that was playing on an old phonograph. An Asian woman was fanning the dark figure with a large cane handled fan, while on the other side sat a man in all white. He was of considerable age and had a long white beard that had to be tied off at the end for fear of it touching the floor. Overhead a fan was spinning slowly, while a grandfather clock was ticking. The setting would be regarded as peaceful almost like it was being played in a park or….at an old age home. Tick…Tick…Tick…..As events were taking place down in Cardis Tomb, upstairs the affects of those making choices would be felt like a pulsating echo that radiated. A game as old as time itself. Everything was about to change.

“He may not take it.” The man in white said, touching the top of a chess piece. Rocking the piece back and forth as he mused over his move. The Dark one on the other side was balling his tongue into his cheek. A delicious smirk upon his wicked features. “He’s the Prince of Gluttony! Hunger burned with desire. Eat eat eat eat…feed feed feed. Insatiable….It’s never enough!” The Dark one went to exercise his point, by scooping up a hand full of pig intestines and then chewing on them with blood running down his chin. It was disgusting.

“You’re foul.”

“This is a delicacy in some countries. Now….move.”

Down in Cardis tomb, the moment of truth had come. The Doctor had led the group along with the Prince down to his inner most private sanctum. The place that held his most valued treasures, and his army of nightmares. All of which that were suspended in special green bubbles. Hooked up to machine after machine. A marvel of technology…and science. There was nothing magical about it at all.

The Doctor handed the right arm of Doom over to the excited Prince of Gluttony, who was waiting with an eagerness that was hard to describe. Would he just look at it, and then ask of the deal of what the payment would be for such a prized artifact? The Doctor opened his mouth as the Demon of Gluttony started to speak…..but right at that moment the Demon did the unexpected.

HE PUT THE ARM ON TO HIS OWN BONE!

Upstairs a large time piece chimed, while another which was an hourglass of great size started to turn over. Both the man in white and the dark one looked across from their chess game and it was hard to tell if it was shock or joy that they witnessed the event for themselves.

“OH….MY….GOD!!!!!” The Dark one stuttered, while the man in white put his frail hand up to his face and tried to cover his eyes. What had Beel just done?

“You’re usually satisfied with demon parts and gold. Is that still the deal here?” Beel asked as the arm fused with his own body. The symbols on the arm glowered a magnificent shade of red, as the arm accepted it’s new host. The Doctor just stood there….it was like he didn’t know what to say. “No…no it’s not.”

Wilhelm would have continued but at that moment, Madame Green chose her timing so….so badly. Arriving at such a significant moment, that it was as if maybe she knew. Did she know? The power that she radiated caused a flash to go right through the entire lab and was not unfelt by the Dark one and the man in white.

“GREEN?!…..Ahahahaha…Oh..oh…I need tissues.” The Dark one slapped his knee as his assistant handed him a box of tissues which he kept dabbing his eyes with. He kept waving his hand in front of his face, and tears of laughter were running down his cheeks, as he found the whole thing hilariously funny. The man in white took his fingers off the chess piece and was ready to kick his chair out from under him in fury. It was rare for such an old man like him to feel fury, but damn that woman. “Nosey bloody bitch!”

“I could kiss her.” The Dark one laughed as he waited for the next part. “Siya…popcorn! STAT!” Siya bowed and went to get some popcorn, as the dramas continued in Cardis Tomb.

Theatrics and sarcasm. So unneeded and yet Madame Green was on a roll. She was practically giddy about the Right hand of doom that was firmly attached to the Prince’s arm. The Doctor kept staring at the woman silently, as she went into an oscar winning performance about her real reason for coming down to Cardis Tomb. It was not like she had been invited, but some pests were hard to keep out. Wilhelm pulled on his collar, when she fussed over the undead army, going as far to say that it had taken him ten whole years to create them, and all done with the help of the wars that had gone on between the kingdoms. In a way, it was what had resulted from the Kingdoms own need to sate their desires.

Wilhlem had not managed to finish his conversation with the Prince, yet this woman would not stop talking. It was almost distressing.

“An undead army… Impressive, admittedly.. Though, how long did it take you? Oh, wait.. I know that.. Ten years. Ten years, doctor… Impressive.”

The Doctor nodded as she spoke, hoping for a word in so that he could speak of the deal. He had to tell the Demon Prince….he had too. But then….she said…

“At least you are committed, as you can see from him, Lord Beel..” Committed? He would need to be after this. The Doctor’s face was turning white. He even put his hand up to his cheek and dragged his fingers down in frustration. God, please shut up woman. Wilhelm was thinking. But no, she started on her real reason for being there. A child. One that was to be the son of Raul the Black and Bandit the thief. What did that have to do with anything?

Upstairs, the Dark one sat perfectly still as the sand was starting to fall from the hour glass. A slow and evil smile was now showing, as Siya brought him the popcorn. He dunked his hand in the bowl and took out a handful, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing slowly. The suspense was killing him. Down in Cardis Tomb, the Prince was growing tired of the woman’s sarcastic spew of words and plots. To Beel, he was no one to be trifled with, and a baby….well that was nothing. Not that he now had the right hand of doom. He had reached for Green and gripped her solidly, pulling her up off her feet.“Surely, that army, and you would be enough to guard me, even in the face of the flames of my enemies.”

The army.

The Doctor bowed his head, and then spoke softly.

“My Lord Beel….the deal.” He turned away from the pair, and then strode back over to the same place where he had pulled the right hand of Greed from. Next to it, was a small box. Bigger than a cigar box, about the same size as a woman’s jewel box. He took it out of the cupboard slowly, and turned around baring it in both hands.

“I do not need for coin….or simple demon parts. A prize such as the right hand of doom must be traded for an item of similar value.” He started to walk back over, and then undid the catch on the box. The center of which was lined with a red silk, and it had an impression in it….for something special.

“You need to collect a certain heart to place in this box and return to me.” The Doctor paused, his eyes going over to Madame Green, then back to the Prince of Gluttony. He had already accepted the arm….this was the deal now.

“You must bring me a proud heart….the heart of Pride.”

If the Demon of Gluttony wanted the army now, it was best to agree to the deal, since….he had already accepted the arm by putting it on.

Upstairs, the Dark one stood up from his chair as the bowl of popcorn went spilling onto the floor. A look of triumph etched upon his face. He took out a small recorder…and started to play.

It was terrible, off key…but the song itself had meaning at this moment. The man in white started to cry.

~RB~

 

Artie: While the others may have flinched in some sort of way at the news of what seemed to be an impending battle, Madame didn’t even blink. In fact… she smiled. Ah, the more time she could waste, the better, to be frank.. As Gluttony pulled her back she would then make a face of surprise, her entire upper body pressed up against him, her hips meeting his in a way that make her vocalize this surprise in a gasp and then a small, “hmph.” Her eyes would flicker up to the hourglass, a light smirk coming onto her face… Wasting time… More mayhem. That would make her day, frankly.. But how to keep the immense glutton from talking immediately, from making his decision? Oh, it was a delectable plan, one that only a woman could pull off, as her eyes flickered to the Doctor before going back to the demon prince..

And she would grab his shirt’s collar, ignoring its qualities and pulling him down, her lips pressing fiercely against his. Oh, oh yes, she had. And Madame would continue to do so, ignoring whatever sounds or shocked silence that seemed to come from the others – even laughter, maybe, from the Dark One.. Her tongue pressed against his lips, feeling him surprised against her as she would slowly work his open, a rather deep kiss.. But she did not close her eyes, staring at him intensely in response back.. This would last a few moments before she moved away, smirking lightly and then pulling from the large prince’s grip. “Ah. Doctor, Eren, Narcissa.. Lord Beelzebub..” A flicker of her eyes as she would meet the gaze of the Dark One, hiding in the corner where none could see, at the male in white.. She would know their names only because of her powers..

Another look back at Beel. “Don’t forget us, for later.. Hmm?” A grin overcame her features, her brow raising in confidence.. And then a lightpop, as Madame disappeared in thin air, accomplishing what she had came here for. More time had been wasted, more precious time had been taken, by none other than the Madame herself.. But what if those minutes she had taken could have been the time for finishing the deal? Every moment counted.. had she just taken the few minutes that Beel would have needed to complete?

(TC)

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Zetta:  Beelzebub opened and closed the confides of his new right hand, continuing to familiarize himself with all of it’s feelings. Right when Madame planted her kiss, after a forceful pull down to meet face-to-face, an amazing feature as he was almost 4 feet on her. A testament toward her will, beyond her physical strength as she had actually rose to pull him down in the first place with the firm belief that it was actually possible to do so. Again, he felt overwhelmed, his eyes widened in a response to the shocking experience, amplified from the passion in their contact.. She held him for at least a full minute before releasing with an abrupt suckle, his head draw aback from his sheer height. But, having received mostly what he would’ve gone for himself, he smirked. “Hmph.” His head yanked back some, just to show off an inquiry with visible expressions, his face twisting some as well. “You won’t get away with that, woman!” He began to reach for her as she pulled away, but then she announced her leaving, individually naming the important players as they were. A popping sound, and the vixen was gone, leaving the gluttonous prince to grit his teeth in silence. That spicy personality leaving to the unknown, and without a way to track her that could easily be their last confrontation. How detestable…

The right hand of doom fully latched onto the rest of the prince’s limb.. The arm suddenly began connecting itself. Instinctively, his power took effect, almost immediately devouring everything that the thing was starting with the inside. A visual of this was a thick red aura, flaming in appearance centered only on his right arm.. After calming himself down though he halted his own ability, to not eat the arm he had only just received entirely. While it would have been easy to simply digest the thing and then utilize it as his own hand, he wanted to finally appease the doctor. The man had yet to name his price, and Beelzebub personally considered it to be a dangerous move to get unknown metals into his system. Only weary now after his brief affliction with that drug he was introduced to earlier, from Blitz. This hesitation would pass in due time, and with a mere force of will, he reformed the insides of the hand of doom to no noticeable effect. On cue, Willhelm began to tell him what exactly it was that he wanted in return for the sold item here.

This thing turning into a trade instead, the likes of which practically begged the glutton prince to ignore everything else the Laboratory had to offer and digest the item like his instincts told him to in the beginning.. However, he needed to assure his availability with the Doctor’s resources, if this was an army before him, then he would not leave so casually without it. Eren had questioned this actually, towards his new recruit he turned halfway to face him, a small preference wanted the man at his side. As he was currently the only one who was here under Gluttony still. “Why leave so soon? When the doctor has been treating us all so well.” Said boldly, as if it was a matter of fact, only because Beel was being intrigued so much and so consistently. The trade was offered with such hesitation, as if it was a delivery of some incredibly dire message. Beelzebub was already planning to total the other Kingdoms and assimilate them, just like everything else he wanted. So what if he couldn’t eat the Prince of Pride now, he could preserve it with the thing’s head and scales for his own personal use. In fact, it only worked towards his benefit, this deal. Calling on an initially deep chuckle to come, leading to his distinct evil laughter, bellowing out from the large stomach of the hulking male. “Is that all?! The heart of a dragon… Hmph, I had planned to demolish someone else first. So how long do I have to bring it to you?” He lazily looked towards Narcissa, the freak of nature they’d all been shown before coming down here. “Before you send that creature after me.” Saying even that with an excited tone, he was probably just joking and thus had maintained his bright attitude.

He felt like nothing could really stop him, even mentioning that someone would come after the prince insinuated that he was careful, but in reality he just wanted to take part in a payment for the wonderful gift he had just been given. A sturdy hand that he could punch a hole in that damnable armor with, if he ever made contact with it again. That being over with he then glanced at the creepy looking man further into the place, giving him only a brief acknowledgement the first two times he spoke. “Now lets talk about this force of undead nature you’ve got stored here. What’s the price on all of them?” He inquired, with this flash of candies, he was going to take a grab at each one until he left the shop utterly satisfied. “And him.” An insinuation, made clear with a quick nod towards that man surrounded by two other variables. “Does he come with it?” Clearly with no idea who that cretin was.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

Women. Such terrible time wasters. When in the midst of talks between men, they were nothing but a pure distraction – speaking and acting as if what was being discussed was not of great significance. The Doctor could only stand by and watch the woman’s pathetic attempt to kiss the Prince of Gluttony. Wilhelm dare not roll his eyes at the scene, but inwardly he just wished she’d go join the nearest witch knitting circle. Thankfully, she did make her announcement that she was taking leave. And about time too. Wilhelm, being the gentleman that he was – bowed ever so politely, whilst the Prince gave her a good telling off to the affect that she would not get away with such indiscretions. Madame Green left with nothing more than a simple ~pop~ and the Prince’s attentions were once again focused upon the hand on which he had now attached to his own arm. The Doctor kept a watchful eye upon the Prince, to see him calm once more so that talks could continue.

“Is that all?! The heart of a dragon… Hmph, I had planned to demolish someone else first. So how long do I have to bring it to you?”

So, the Prince had other plans before he was to complete the quest. This brought a happy squeal of delight from the Dark one, who finally chose to emerge from the shadows, closely followed by Father time.

“The Doctor is the middle man, dearie. You should be asking me. I am the one that gave the Doctor such a wonderful limb. Fits snugly, doesn’t it?” The Dark one wiggled a brow as he was now well and truly exposed. In behind him, the man in white – Father Time set down the sand glass that already had the sand falling through it. He appeared stern in light of the conversation, while the Doctor stood there holding the red satin lined box. Turning around, his jacket swirled as he assessed the many rows of undead soldiers that were still in the green goo like sacks. “An Army…fit for a King.” A little shoe shuffle and he bounded up onto the nearest work station.

“I was surprised you didn’t just pop the right hand of doom in your gob and swallow it whole. Smart move that you didn’t do that.” The Dark one touched his nose and gave a wink, before continuing on, while the Doctor looked at the Prince with a forlorn expression. The man in white – Father Time coughed loudly and this brought a look of disdain from the Dark one, who was just as eager to waste the Prince of Gluttony’s time as much as Madame Green had.

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“AH YES! The time limit on this…quest.” The Dark one pointed at the sand hourglass which was much bigger than that of normal ones. “You have exactly seven days in which to return to the Lab with the Heart of Pride before you lose the chance at the BIG PRIZE!” Now the Dark one was acting like a showman under the big top. Another prize? This would be news to the Prince for sure. What did he think would happen to the arm if he failed? That it would just fall off? That it would lose it’s power? Hardly.

“Not sure if the Doctor explained to you, but he barely scratched the surface on the powers of that hand. What he didn’t tell you was….that that hand you have so snugly attached to your arm…is a key.” The Dark One jumped down off the table and strolled right up to the Demon of Wrath and whispered. “Bring back the heart of Pride, and I will tell you where to activate the key….and you will gain powers and treasure the likes of which….no other Prince has seen before.” The Dark one was appealing to the Prince’s everlasting hunger for more. “If you don’t, well…..then its just a hand.”

Father Time nodded in agreement.

This would be a lot for the Prince to take in, but he had asked about the army. The Doctor took out a locket in his pocket and opened it to stare down at a picture of his beloved, the one he had lost after a deal with the Dark one. The Dark One owned him now, which meant he owned the lab as well.

“The Doctor will release the army to you when you are ready to take on Pride. Seeing as you have….other business to attend to first.” The army was not quite ready for release, as the Doctor had to make final arrangements himself. The Dark one then glanced at the ever eager servant of the Prince. “Just send him back to collect and the army is yours. Oh….but we do have the rights to collect all dead from this conflict to be recycled. Think of it as our ‘keep Hell beautiful’ policy.”

The Doctor snapped shut the locket and put it back in his pocket, before offering the box that was for the heart of Pride to the Prince. The heart was to be taken from the Prince of Pride….still beating. Within the box, it stays alive…so does the Prince of Pride. The only way to truly finish the Prince was to destroy the heart, and there was no way the Dark One wanted a dead prince on his hands.

“I think that wraps things up. Tick tock…dearie…Tick tock!”

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Time was marching on, and if the Prince and his entourage had any sense, they would take the lift back up to the foyer of the Lab now.

The Man in white fell back into the shadows, and the Dark one danced off after him as he sang:

Black ride the men
Who ride with death
Under the midnight sky
They will never die
Murderers walk the earth…
Beneath the curse of Cain…
Men shall die for this
Prepare to meet your god
He grants them no last wish
Just kiss of flintlock gun
Fires of Hades…
Will welcome his slaves…
Crimson clouds before their eyes
And flames about their brains
Blood has left their souls
Its everlasting stain
Pilgrim without land
Only has will of steel
Waves his rapier hand
For him the weak should kneel
Where’s your daughter?
…He will take her home
(Blues for Satan!)
We’re the drums, soul of doom
We’ve head the same call too
Where heresy grows so fast
We shall make you last
Solomon Kane
God’s warrior
Solomon Kane
That chap’s insane
Solomon Kane
Bittersweet man
Solomon Kane
All God ever had
Right hand of doom
Will swing for you
Apocalypse…
Will begin soon!
Solomon Kane!

The doors of the lift opened wide, ready to take the Prince and his entourage inside.

~RB~

One Hell of an Offer – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

The Prince of Gluttony is given an offer that is very hard to refuse.

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

Co-written with Zetta, Moo, Artie, Frids and Aion.

 

Zetta:  The air was thick with atrocity, untold badness swarmed this place like locust. Blitz couldn’t put his finger on anyone’s scent right now, there was far too many others in the wind, even with the door busted open leading a gentle breeze consistently throughout the place there was no immediate change in what he was catching whiff of. Having already deduced a hint of death, there was too much to be normal, it was amazing to him that the others had not been hacking up. Since it had barely been a day since he last ate, at the ball, he was certainly capable of doing so, only through consideration for his surroundings that he managed to restrain himself. Eren seemed idle, oh well, the other man aligned with Gluttony would begin moving about on his own as usual. Despite this allied force, the likes of Blitz was boundless compared to mortals, not out of any desire to turn on authority, but because he was free completely. “I’m parkin’ it here, Boss. This place creeps me out..” He said simply, wanting to post himself up against the other side of the wall from Victoria, the woman appeared to take solace in current loneliness.

So without another word he would begin walking backwards until getting on the opposite side of doorway. Then, before creating any distance between Beelzebub and the Doctor, who had just approached the three of them, he heard the addressing of a title. Prince of Gluttony… Out of everything, those were the words the male deity hung onto. Prior to coming into Hell’s Kitchen, Blitz had taken steps into the place after the blonde assassin, he had a similar demeanor that she appeared to, generally uncaring. After hearing that last bit though, he acknowledged the prince he followed as someone who was not just strong and capable of forcing change, but one who others as well made note of. The doctor bowed then, just as the deformed man in his service had prior, this would be the first time Blitz felt proud to be aligned with someone. While close-range, he then took in as much information as he could about the doctors capabilities, while remaining unaware of exactly how science defined the doctor, he at least knew of any supernatural abilities under his possession. From there he turned towards Victoria, already knowing some of her arsenal he wanted to see why exactly the glutton prince had come to her directly, giving her ultimatums and clawing her from Anarchy Division, instead of just paying her for a temp-service as a body guard.

“How long have you and the prince exchanged like that?” He said inquisitively, but also nonchalant. When he came to assist Eren, Victoria was already at Beelzebub’s defense. Yet here she was actively avoiding a supportive role to the man, caked on top of their words to each other earlier he already suspected a serious bad-blood between them. This could easily be explained if she told him something like ‘long story’ though, speaking seemed to be a problem for her, so he was already not expecting much. Realistically though,he wanted to kill time without leaving the building and without stepping any further inside.
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His face twisted at Victoria’s response, referring to him as a bug which she intended to smash, she mentioned him being on a paper. “Whoa, whoa.. You almost upset me just then.” Spoken without even the slightest emotion, since he already had what he wanted in her being with him, there was no need to be angry regardless of what she said. To express this, he told her differently, with an evident tone of a liar, or someone who did not care, the order of things was all in his hands. If not, her words translated to him that to her, the prince was merely an inconvenience, in accordance to the words of praise he had just given to that of an insect. The beetle, her intended taunt became verbal proof of what he was saying, that while she apparently belittled him from the start, he had effortlessly severed her connection to Anarchy Division. Scoffing to show an attitude he moved ahead of her still..

Beelzebub was first welcomed by Igor, after first greeting the hunchbacked man, taking in formalities that were customary to only that of the Seven Princes. Even that of nobles paled in comparison to the gratitude necessary to show to one of them, the demonic glutton specifically had this treatment directly after his birth. It was odd when he was approached so casually by that man in the Town Square, but he decided then that if he was not preoccupied he would have gone to eat him. Therefore casting the disrespect off as a fluke. In this regard he chuckled lightly, until that of the Doctor appeared, showing up with a punctual welcoming that overshadowed his assistant’s presence completely. The Prince nodded at the address before watching the bow take place, the same time that he was relayed to by one of his new subordinates, Blitz. Beel’s hand was still in pocket, and so to ‘shoo’ off that advance he shrugged his shoulders. “Just don’t make it hard to find you.” Even with being told that the man would remain at the entrance/exit, people always had a way of doing their own thing, his words then was a reply to that. Just then, the Doctor would return to his standing straight position, his shoes clicked together still in what would seem to be a prepped stance..

“Huhuh-” A chuckle, but in his dark, deep, low-tone voice, even that came out altered to sound rather menacing in nature.. Now that the two main players were looking eye-to-eye it was time to get things moving again, first order of business, the Doctor caught on quick and already moved to lead the man down a corridor. They would be headed to the main office, thankfully without any apparent delay. “My eyes were bigger than my stomach.” A play on his represented sin, the prince had indeed bit off more than he could chew choosing to go head to head with Mammon with nothing but a fist. Overconfidence left him with a reminder of that battle, but with his friend dead, there was not even a means of getting payback. Though he would find himself tearing down Lydia, and her Kingdom, just to spit on what legacy that man left behind. Nothing personal, as Greed would be one of the last most likely, with it’s diminished army.. Beelzebub was just hungry for more.

 

Moo:  Narcissa was not a creature to sleep. Being up all night, she could only lay there and be a good monster for the Doctor. Otherwise, who would entertain her? She did it herself, often reading through books on anatomy or other cool things the Doctor did with the bodies they collected. How long before they would raise an army of people like Loc? Certainly not as special as she was with the powers she’d been granted. Her feet kicked silently and slowly as she laid there with a book in front of her, humming quietly. Nobody else was in the room; it was a time for her to be subtle. Until the door popped open. She swore she heard it, but when she looked back, it was closed again. The frankensteinian monster merely shrugged and continued her humming and reading. There was a muffled yell from the hall, grabbing her attention at long last and she sat herself up, peering back at the door. Narcissa knew it was early in the morning by now, so maybe the Doctor was finally awake. She stood to walk toward the door, opening it slowly to look out. To no avail. But she did hear Loc and Igor having their own fun in the Doctor’s chambers. Her eyebrows lifted as she listened, and finally giggled, grinning to herself before she slipped out of the room to make her way to the chambers. But oops, too slow. Narcissa looked around, continuing toward the front of the building as she slid the lab coat on over her body and buttoned it around the waist. “GOOD MORNING!” she nearly bellowed out to the rest of the building, grinning. From the noises and chatter coming from different directions, it was apparent that the Doctor was busy. Maybe the entire crew would have their work cut out for them.

 

Frid:  After instructing Loc to simply set the door aside he then motioned for the gigantic lout to head into the foyer. Seemingly excited to meet a new friend Loc set the heavy door off to the side before lumbering his way toward the two men. Once he had positioned himself accordingly Igor launched into a sing song like introduction. “Loc…is his name. The latest from the factory floor. Fresh off the field of Wrath. A real keeper.” Intrigued by the hunchback’s words Delsin took a step forward and eyed the creature briefly. Judging by the various body parts and stitching covering his entire body the rumors Delsin had heard about the Doctor were true. Not only could mend the wounded he could also bring them back from the dead too! As further confirmation to the bounty hunter’s suspicions a Voice rang out saying “I made him.”

The Doctor had just reached the end of the stairs tugging at his jacket sleeves before noticing the door had been knocked clean off its hinges.“We have a bell, you know.”The Doctor added, before extending his hand towards Delsin and introducing himself. Glad to finally meet the eccentric Doctor the bounty hunter took his hand and shook it firmly. “Delsin Rowe, perhaps I’ll use the doorbell on the next visit.” he retorted casually before Loc interrupted with a low growling sound. Shortly after dark shadows began entering the doorway and then the foyer. Delsin quickly released the Doctor’s hand and looked to the entryway curious as to the cause of the disturbance.

Much to his dismay the bounty hunter saw none other than the Prince of Gluttony himself step into the room. In addition the Prince had also brought a few other travelers along with him. Of all the royal princes of hell Beel was probably the most self-righteous of the bunch and expected all to kneel to his greatness. Right on cue Igor and the Doctor smiled at the gelatinous prince and greeted him happily. Delsin on the other hand had decided to skip the formalities and simply lean up against a nearby wall. he then pulled out a small pack of cigarettes he’d stashed in the breast pocket of his jacket. With little care for anyone else in the room Delsin placed one of the slender white cylinders between his lips and promptly lit the other end with a few sparks from his fingers. With the cigarette now alight he took took few deep breaths allowing the noxious smoke to fill his lungs. Enjoying the taste he held his breath for a moment then released a cloud of thick black smoke as he exhaled. Once the Doctor had finished exchanging pleasantries with his new guests he motioned for the group to follow to the main office. Without a word Delsin peeled himself from the wall and headed for the office behind the others, all the while still puffing on his cigarette carelessly.

 

Aion:  

Eren had little to no care in the world at this point due to the many things he seemed to be involved in, and the thing he was involved in. It was rare for him to be so active but being this active is something that could be worthwhile due to him following a constant hunger in Beel, and a powerful fight in Blitz. Just being around two extremely strong people was enough to get his blood going and get him motivated to start something but at this point it was his place to be starting anything but to simply be the finisher in whatever Beel decided to do for himself. Eren had been following Blitz and the Prince along with the girl for sometime until they reached a structure. Never coming into this place before or knowing of its existence he simply ignored it until they were at the doors to it in which a question was asked of him from Blitz. “Nope I haven’t actually. I never even knew this place existed here, and I’m assuming you had no idea of this place either since you’re asking if I’ve ever been here.” Shaming his head he slid his hands into his pockets. The sights that he had saw when he actually did step into this place was beyond foul, the stench of blood and death was almost toxic but to him this was normal, the smell of death and the aroma of blood lingering was something he loved especially since it was a rarity for him to even act in such a way. Enjoying the smell so much he I baled deeply through his nostrils, inhaling so hard he sucker the air out of the room for a brief moment before exhaling with a small smile. He was about to say something to Beel when a man who creepiness was beyond a level he had never felt before, an uneasy feeling that made him ball his first but release it just as quick as Eren wasn’t here to fight but to await lord Beel’s arm to either be heal or recieve a new one all together. Releasing a soft sigh he was now leaning up against the wall with Blitz now, he glanced st Victoria but she seemed to have a stick up her ass for some reason or another but most likely due to what had occurred in the Town earlier. Chuckling go himself he closed his eyes for a moment to catch his thoughts on what was happening.

Following a gluttonous prince, following Blitz, a brute of a female who doesn’t speak any English, a doctor who is far beyond any level of creepiness he’s seem so far, and an unknown agenda that Beel has yet to reveal to anyone. Releasing a soft sigh he glanced up to see that Beel was following after the doctor now. Using the air waves in this place to hear the words Beel had been saying Eren relaxed at the door with Blitz and would stay idle here until the Prince would return with or without the doctor.

Finally feeling at ease after all this time his breathing was regulated now and seemed normal but that was until his heart nearly skipped a beat at the loud noise of someone in this place, not being able to pinpoint the exact position of this person was annoying but did they have to be so loud? Shaking his head slowly he tilted his head to Victoria as Blitz had asked her question, and then his head titled to Blitz. “Do you think she’s this angry because she doesn’t get none? I’ve heard that can happen, or do you think she’s mad because of something? Maybe frustrated about something internally?” He remembered the sly remark she gave him back in the town so he’d take the perfect opportunity to get under her skin in any way possible. She was female with way too much confidence in her own ability as if she couldn’t get overwhelmed by anyone here if they truly wanted, not focusing on her any longer he bag snapping his finger to create fire, and destroy the fire on his fingertips as a source of enjoyment until Beel came back from whatever he’s deciding to do. Smelling smoke Eren looked I the direction of the man who was smoking a cigarette and sighed, all that harmful smoke that nobody wants to inhale, Eren pointing his finger at the man fired off a bullet sized fireball at the cigarette in an attempt to get him to drop the thing or at least get somewhere that nobody has to smell that. It would just be better for everyone as well as the man to just put out his cigarette and move on with his day until they leave at least.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen

For such an early hour, business appeared brisk. First the arrival of the gentleman by the name of Delsin Rowe. The Doctor had not encountered this chap before, but he was well mannered enough, even buying into the Doctor’s sarcastic comment that he might consider using the doorbell when he next came to visit the Lab. Word must be spreading about the Doctor’s work, for Deslin to have come to meet with the Doctor personally – and that can be counted as a good thing. Any publicity being good publicity. The Doctor was about to ask the man as to the nature of his visit, when the Prince of Gluttony and his entourage entered the building. There are certain rules of behavior that are established throughout the many realms of Hell, and respect for the Princes – regardless of sin was paramount. One wrong word….one foolish gesture and your entire business could literally go up in flames. Wilhelm was sure to get back to attending to Deslin after he was sure to greet the Prince and his party with a dignified response. A throwback from his German heritage, he acted much like his grandfather would have when meeting a dignitary.

The Doctor’s eyes went from the Prince, to each in his party. A very large chap that could not hide the look of disapproval for what was either the decor, or possibly the smell. The lab was like a catacomb of various buildings and underground chambers that housed thousands of rotting corpses. Many were kept on ice, but…with the recent war in wrath, they still had many to catalog from before the Greed ball. The smell of death was not to everyone’s tastes, but the Doctor had grown accustom to it. A woman had followed along behind the gentlemen, but she was quite vocal in her sarcasm – though it had nothing to do with the lab nor its staff. That was more of a private matter, and was treated just as such. The final man to enter took an interest in the Prince’s dealing with the Doctor. Perhaps a loyal follower, but he showed little to no interest in the lab either. This was just another port of call, before they returned to their own realm. The gathering hovered about the entrance, the first male suggesting that he would wait there, probably so he wouldn’t be sickened by the horrid aroma. They were just damn lucky that Loc was no longer suffering from the effects of the garlic pizza. One blast from his anus and it was enough to melt your face off.

Much to the Doctor’s surprise however, Narcissa appeared – her voice booming out towards all assembled with her cheery greeting. The Doctor glanced upward and looked about for Shamus Gold, who thankfully had not reappeared. Seeing his Frankenstein female creation, he waved her down to meet with the new guests.

“Narcissa. Would you be so kind as to offer the Prince’s minions some refreshments. Oh…and get Deslin here an ashtray.” The smell of cigarette smoke having reached him. Amazing how the Doctor’s nose was quite sensitive to it. Igor happened to notice that the last guest to arrive had aimed a small fire ball like charge towards the cigarette that Deslin was holding. Would the man really consider such behavior in the Doctor’s foyer? What was worse was that Narcissa could get caught in the crossfire.

The Doctor knew that the Prince would hunger for something much more than the odd tray of finger food and chicken nuggets. Walking into his main office, the priority was to ensure his guests were all catered to – be it food, drink…or in the Prince’s case a new arm. He happened to make a throwaway comment that his eyes were bigger than his stomach. This must have had to do with how he came to lose his arm in the first place. The Doctor did not know the details, but he did know that he was the man that could do something about it.

Going into the main office, was like entering a strange specimen collection room, matched with a large desk, rows of book cases, and tanks that were filled with all manner of creatures. Life sized and suspended in special aminoic like fluid. The many creatures looked to be sleeping almost. It was clear that the Doctor had some very strange hobbies. If the Prince and Deslin happened to notice Narcissa, the Doctor would comment.

“Narcissa was….my first attempt at resurrection. Though she is a special case.” Wilhelm did not want to elaborate further on that, as it brought back so many haunting memories. If Deslin and the Prince entered the inner sanctum of the Doctor’s office, they would be offered a large leather chair each, as the Doctor prepared to help each in turn. The most obvious was of course the Prince, since he was visibly missing an arm. Leaning against his desk, he folded his arms, studying the damaged limb. Wilhelm thought for a moment as he considered the options that were available.

“My Lord Beelzebub, I imagine you wish to have something unique and more useful in place of the arm you have lost. Come to think of it, I may have something that would only add to your great power.” Unfolding his arms, he walked around his desk and then pulled open a drawer that held many cream coloured files. It was a good thing that he was so particular when it came to cataloging body parts, especially at a time like this. “I am quite capable of building a cybernetic replacement that doubles as an arm cannon…..HOWEVER…I was thinking of something more solid.”Wilhem gripped his right hand into a fist as he said the word ‘solid’, then pulled out a picture of exactly what he had in mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, after he had stared at the image on the paper.

“This…is known as the Right hand of doom.” The arm was reddish in colour and looked to be made from rock, with special markings on the sides. “Don’t ask me how I got it. Let’s just say, I have many associates on the black market willing to trade anything for a price.” the Doctor then passed the picture over to Beelzebub, waiting to see his reaction.“First and foremost is its durability, it is made of a rock-like substances which makes it very hard and impossible to injure. It’s also shown mystic properties, from the reports I have.” If this was a sales pitch, the Doctor was being a real pro. “From testing, it has unharnessed levels of power, that are yet to be discovered. Barely tapped the surface on that, my Lord.” With an arm like this…imagine what it could do to the balance of the Hell Princes. For what Beelzebub had lost, this would be a very rewarding replacement.

This was why the Doctor was so good at what he did. Research and constantly striving to learn as much as he could about the lore and availability of useful creatures and body parts for his experiments.

“The best part….it works even without its original host.” What more could you want?

As the Prince was left to ponder this interesting possible replacement, the Doctor shifted his attention over to Deslin. “I imagine you are not here to invest in spare parts.” Wilhelm had not noticed a deformity upon the man’s person. “If you are selling bodies, we do have a pick up service. We aim to please.”

~RB~

 

Artie:  Victoria gazed off into the distance, fuming quietly. Great. More people to see her shame of being associated with the bumbling giant. She spoke no words back to Blitz, nor Eren, already angered enough. As if she really needed this in her life. She was second in Command of the Anarchy Division. No prince owned her. No inferior being such as the troublemaking fire man could make her flinch. If he wanted to make dirty jokes and degrade her, fine. But she would not stoop to his level. The blonde assassin gazed aimlessly at the room’s contents, not quite registering what she was saying but gazing anyway… “Be back at castle.” Her words should have been mumbled, but instead were loud and steady. Proud. As if she couldn’t give any less of a fuck on his response – which, frankly, she couldn’t. In fact, she’d love very much to blow his brains out. “Use your little insects to find me. They are all you have.”

That comment also insulted Eren and Blitz, insinuating that they were no more than insects. How dare she talk to them in such a voice, you ask? Because, frankly, she could not muster a fuck to give. With those words Victoria would open the large doors of the Laboratory, walking out and not even bothering to close them behind her. She’d go to the Kingdom, but not willingly. And not soon, anyway. With his damned spies, Victoria felt she didn’t have a choice – and that was something that irritated her more than anything else ever could.

Zetta:  The room echoed with plague, with even the slightest turns of his head the Glutton Prince could identify the numerous horrors in the Laboratory section of Hell’s Kitchen. It seemed that no matter where his red oculars took him, he was constantly absorbing another sighting of terror. His walk was steady at first, but then became slightly awkward when he began twisting his body to face different directions, his legs following after. At this time, the only one still walking nearby was Eren, who had then immediately halted his own moving forward to allow Beelzebub to aimlessly look around at his surroundings. The one who was not so attentive, similar to the prince in that he did not particularly care for the others in the room except for the Doctor, was the man who visited this establishment before the ravenous demon himself. Delsin, the rumored bounty hunter, unintentionally came right into Beel’s pathway, the one he had personally been paying no mind to. Where normally, the two beings would collide, bringing them both apart in an initial forceful budge: Beelzebub was far bigger, and more immense in terms of mass and strength. Beel would bump into the bounty hunter, and push him aside. To which, the air itself parted itself from the quickness when he felt something collide with his large body, instantly pausing his every motion to confront this annoyance..

“Delsin, huh.” He said, with a light snarl. “Watch yourself, or i’ll eat you.” Without any knowledge of who or what the person was, he threatened to indulge himself with their entirety, this was mutually a warning as well, to make the man then acknowledge who it was beside him. Regardless of the response, Beelzebub would turn away with a rather regal look, and decide to walk forward, ignoring the presence thereafter to continue on his own whims. Unlike before however, he was now alert to the surrounding, having been inconvenienced with his own lack of concerns at the time. Following after Dr. Willhelm without missing a beat. Upon passing through the double-doors, being led by the Doctor himself, Beelzebub was opened up to many different ideas. All of which originated from what he was newly introduced to, entrapped within a building of glorious experiments, the man was almost panting like a dog with all that the other man before him had been so committed to. “You’ve really done well in presentation, Doc, I would like a facility just as productive as this in my Kingdom.” Spoken true, and at the same time Victoria had vocalized her parting, which was smart considering what Beel had told her prior to getting here. The doctor’s good impressions had blinded him completely to the blonde’s presence. So he said a bit on this impression, smiling now, to have unwarranted linings of corpses all in one place to test out he would definitely find some ways of genetic manipulation. That very thought consuming him more and more with each passing second. This would speak to Beelzebub’s character, his reaction to Delsin was how a ‘typical’ royal would act in such a circumstance with someone they did not know. His reaction to the Doctor was more of his concern, and so had deserved his appreciation so that he might be able to attain something he wanted..

As they first past into the room where the prince would be intrigued the most: They were welcomed in with an unexpected cheeriness from another assistant, this one female and not hardly a sight for sore eyes unlike the others he had previously been introduced to. Save for that tall man who had been fumbling with the door earlier, prior to the Prince’s arrival with his own group. Shortly after laying eyes on the nurse he had received a very similar introduction as when he first met Igor, just another creation at first, until the being adopted their own personality over time. This one already seemed to be bursting with energy. His eyes lit up upon catching wind of an animated corpse before him. “You resurrected her?!.. Was it with magic, or science?” His kind had only just begun to find themselves breaching the threshold that humans had already dived into that was technology. Although barely understood, he did know that workings of mechanics had done some amazing things in foreign lands, one such was with the Doctor’s experiments. An answer wasn’t needed immediately, because it was then that Beelzebub was introduced to yet another fascination when Willhelm spoke, first of cybernetics, something beyond what he personally knew of, and then when the other man bawled his fist. The word ‘solid’ made the prince antsy, it became apparent that the Doctor had something special in mind, as he should with a highly frequent and paying customer. “The Hand of Doom?” As it was probably originally called, since it could be potentially be modified to fit onto either hand, had rubbed the glutton prince in all of the right ways. Every word spoken of the item was to his greatest desire, the Doctor knew all of the right words, the thing was sold before he had even finished, but the other man did well to explain it’s qualities so that the consumer ate it all up.

As usual of Beel though.. This called for some thinking about, the Doctor mentioned it’s usefulness without it’s original host, a pondering concept to be looked into while taking a seat on the lounge chair prepared for him. A more thoughtful consumer would have needed an explanation on what that entailed, and knowledge of whatever mystics enchanted the item itself, as far as truer capabilities and limits. However, for the glutton, all he needed to know was that it could replace his missing hand, and that with it he would be at a greater advantage. He was already given his cake with that knowledge, and all of it’s selling points was that cake being fed slowly to him. Ideal for the plans he was setting into motion. With paper in-hand on it’s schematics, the prince became so excited that he leaped from his chair, moments after having it setup for him. It was slightly crumbled in his hand, obviously from the unrestrained excitement. “Yes!.. I want it! Where is it!” Like a kid in a candy store. But his voice was still filled with base, deep with masculinity as an example of the man from whence it came. Beelzebub would have shoved the hand onto the bone of his forearm with no hesitation if he could have, most likely the reason why it was not put before him yet. When his seller had taken to cater to the other guest, it left the prince jittery since he had already come to his decision, not instantly though.. Where had that wonderful opportunity gone, and why!?
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Blitz had already taken to crossing his legs, his head was up watching the Prince of Gluttony move off with Eren, and the other man he had not come to know just yet. Instead of approaching that one for his identity though, the man himself was taking to a conversation with Victoria, the intelligent kinetic was a misty haze of questions. All of which were towards her being here, allied with Gluttony. He took no part in their engagement after all. It would be a challenge to get her to open up, he knew, because her aura of fury, even while hiding these feelings from her facial expression. Every mannerism and word she gave up was one of disrespect or disdain of some kind, most would take this as an individual who is simply bitter but there was very likely a heavy brand of honest loyalty invoked here. Eren had decided to stay behind momentarily, shooting a comment as the blonde lady for being inactive, coincidentally the demigod had only recently come from living in that frame of reference. He and Astarte shared a long time in relations with one another, it was why her disappearing act had him so alert at first. Out of trust, these thoughts had been disbanded almost entirely, but now he was faced with them again after the revival of a topic. With a simple sigh, he reminded himself of the words he thought up then, and was right back on track with the verbal exchange between Eren, Victoria, and Blitz himself..

Or at least what it would have been if the woman was not so taken aback by the words spoken, she removed herself entirely from the conversation. Before she stayed back at the entrance to distance herself from Beelzebub, now she had lifted herself off of the wall and left the building itself. Saying only to Beel that she would be at the castle. It seemed unlikely that she would accomplish anything, but even more frustration if strapped to her lonesome. Getting in the castle wouldn’t be an easy task either considering she did not seem especially powerful, if she marched to the gates in a huff then she would be subject to attack. “I’ll make sure sure she doesn’t do anything stupid..” He muttered as he rose himself from the wall as well.. Similar to how he was attacked by Sloth in attendance at Greed, things just happened when it came to the seven Kingdoms in Hell, this being the prominent reason for his own joining up with Gluttony, having a name that held weight backing his every motive. With this thought he put to fingers to his forehead in a quick solute to Eren as he would take off after the woman. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid, guess we’ll be meeting at the castle man.” He said, a wide grin overwhelming most of the bottom-half of his face. Blitz took off with rapid-flight, with two guards gone, this left Eren to be the only one still at Beelzebub’s side. The black-phoenix’ presence was needed though while their prince had only a single hand in his defense, his mind daunted over to the possibility of Eren earning a higher rank than he, when the time came for the prince to actually assign jobs to his new officers. He decided to be uncaring about it, so long as he got to fight without leisure. Right now he would be right after Victoria.

Moo:  Narcissa cheerfully made her way toward the Doctor as she was waved over. Glancing around at the guests curiously, she grinned again and waved as a simple means to greet everyone simultaneously. Her head turned as Wilhelm addressed her, nodding. “Sure, Doctor.” The girl hummed a tune while she turned to let herself out, hearing his statement as the door closed behind her. A shrug of her shoulders. Narcissa was his first creation, yes. But she was still impressive. Despite her seemingly overly-bright personality and simple-mindedness, she was still capable of a few feats anyone had yet to see. Or, anyone but the Doctor himself, at least.

Grabbing an ashtray for the man named Deslin was easy enough. Narcissa’s eyes wandered about the room when she rejoined it, ashtray in one hand, glass in another. Conversation was still going on–something about a Hand of Doom. The frankensteinian monster made a long, low whistle at the sound of the name. It was an impressive thing the Doctor had in store. For him to offer it to Gluttony meant some good business in the future, if he was in fact able to throw the sales pitch successfully. She looked up at the towering prince; taller than even herself, standing at six feet. A slight shrug of her shoulders and she walked over to Deslin with a smile. “Here ya go.” She offered the tray, lifting her hand with it flat in her palm…just in time for a small bullet-size flame to whizz right above it toward the man’s cigarette. Without actually shrieking, Narcissa was quick to jump back with widened eyes and a rather loud gasp. Hopefully the flame hadn’t caught Deslin or any flammables behind him. Narcissa turned to glare at whoever the culprit was. Yes–glare. Fire brought out some of the worst in her, after all.