The Death of a Prince – SS.

Scene setting – Wrath Castle.

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

 

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

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

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

 

Fu:  

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

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

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

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

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” You seem to need assistance. ”

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

” Take this , this will help you fight. ”

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Transcendance

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

“Wah-teae!” (translation : “Home!”)

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

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

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

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

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

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

No other word said.

 

~RB~

 

 

Do or Die – SS

 

Scene setting : Wrath Castle.

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

 

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

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

 

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Prince of Envy’s Entrance Theme

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

” I can’t stay away . . . . ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

“I’m here for you, Mammon!”

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

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

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

The Battle Begins – SS

 

Scene setting : Wrath Castle

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

~RB~

 

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

” Proceed , if you so wish .”

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

 

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

 

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

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

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