The Maze of Greed – Pt 2 – SS.

 

Scar yells for Mariela to run off into the Maze, as he sets to try and defeat those that seek to harm her.  Namely, Lydia, the Princess of Greed.

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed.

Co-written with Dessy.

 

Dessy :  Mariela’s green eyes watched from behind the mask as the raven fluttered in front of him, turning back into the man Lydia was seen with at the ball. Her eyes squinted as she tilted her head, looking at the mirror he held in his hand. Soon Lydia’s face showed up, and Mariela widened her eyes before looking over at Scar, who she was now standing behind. Her gaze turned back to the mirror, and back to the Princess of Greed – the one she had trusted with her life, but now felt nothing but anger and betrayal. She saw the flick of his hat and looked down at it, staring at it for a few minutes before turning her gaze back up.

“Since when did you ever care about a woman’s heart? I always thought you were too wrapped up in a set of tits to even bother to care for a woman truly.” Lydia spoke, and this caused Mariela to widen her eyes before she looked down at Scar. The Alp was in love with her. That was it. That was why he asked her to be his date to the ball. That was why he was so eager to get her out of there and protect her when he was supposed to be serving Lydia. It all made sense now – sort of. Everything but the part about Lydia and Mariela’s supposed “greatness” and what Lydia wanted her for. Once again, she looked down at the hat, and one of her gloved hands that was behind her back had reached out to grab it.

But then Scar had run towards the raven man and the mirror.

Mariela quickly reached out and caught the hat in her hands. Afterwards, she kicked off the heels she was wearing that way it would easier to run. She looked up as Scar yelled for her to run, and she opened her mouth to speak, but instead she grabbed the bottom of her dress with her hand that wasn’t holding his hat, and she began running. Eventually she couldn’t hear the fight from behind her, but she continued running through the maze like Scar told her to do.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Blood dripped from the corner of Scar’s mouth as he had taken a violent punch to the right side of his jaw. The hit was enough to throw him off balance, but if you could see the raven man, he was in really bad shape. A lucky punch was all he had managed to get in so far, and Scar was just getting warmed up. Seeing Lydia make a run for it down into the mysterious maze, the Alp found his courage. Scar spat a blood lugey on the ground at the Raven man’s feet and snarled.

“So, Blackie. Lydia’s got you doing her dirty work now, eh? Feathering her nest too?”Scar circled around the raven man menacingly, who was trying to back away. It was safe to say without Lydia’s presence, he was not the courageous fighter after all. The mirror had been smashed into many pieces and littered the ground at the two men’s feet. The reflection had gone to black, as the other Lydia was in the main glass mirror at the center of the Labyrinth. The Raven man went to swing again, but Scar was faster. He snatched the raven man’s wrist and turned his arm in such a way, that it had the raven man’s knees buckling, and he went crashing to the ground. Scar grinned, his teeth stained with blood as he twisted harder. Bone could be heard to break and the raven man screamed in agony.

“STOP!…STOP!” His cries though went unheard, as Scar roared loudly and snapped the man’s arm. Instantly, the raven man changed back to that of the bird, and tried to flap its wings, but one of them was broken. It flailed about pathetically on the ground and this was when Scar tilted his head with a glorious grin spreading across his face.

“You…WILL NEVER HARM HER!” His boot came crashing down on the raven, breaking it’s neck. Blood spurted out from beneath his heal, as he stomped on the raven three more times – ensuring it was dead.

Scar finally came to his senses, and started to wipe the blooded feathers and guts off his boot. A sigh of relief released from his lips, but then he remembered that Mariela was now lost somewhere in the maze. Scar would find her, so long as she held onto his hat. Glancing back at the palace, which now had all its doors and windows sealed with a black crystal, Scar knew he had more time and took off after Mariela, in the efforts to catch up with her again.

Deeper in the maze, around the next turn from where Mariela was running, as a statue of a woman, with snakes and charms adorned around her near naked body. At the approaching footsteps, the eyes of the statue suddenly opened and the snakes all hissed – raising their heads.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela didn’t know how far she had ran, or where she was. All she knew was that she needed to keep running. Running through a maze wasn’t as easy as one could imagine. Every dead end Mariela would run into, she’d have to run in the other direction. This happened a few more times as the young witch continued to run. She didn’t stop, not even to take a breath or look at where she was going. She didn’t look back or turn around. She kept running.

She could see the castle and she noticed that the doors and windows were sealed. Apparently, the commotion in the ballroom was a lot worse than Mariela had originally thought. But she didn’t have time to stop and think about that – she had to keep running. She wasn’t sure if Scar had stopped fighting, or if he was looking for her or not. She had no clue, and even now as she ran for her life she was still confused on what was going on.

Mariela made a turn, and there she was met with a statue of a woman covered in snakes and charms. When she stepped closer, she saw the statue’s eyes open and this caused her to stop in her tracks and take a few steps back. Then she heard hissing, and the snakes from the statue started raising their heads up. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Mariela said in frustration with a huff.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The statue was made from marble. A fine and delicate white that was veined with a darker colour grey. The likeness to a real creature was uncanny, as though it was crafted by the most skilled of sculptures. But as Mariela would discover, there was much more to this statue than met the eye. The loud groan and cracking sound as the statue became animated would give the young witch great cause for concern and fright. There were about eight snakes that had curved their way around the statue’s body, and each was slithering against the cool of their Mistress’s marble skin. But as they moved, they each started to change colour, with vibrant gold rings that looked to be pumping some sort of toxin through their veins. It was a terrifying spectacle, only to be made worse with the shivering sound of their tails. Each set of snake eyes focused upon the young witch, their glowing yellow eyes ever fierce as one by one the heads snapped their jaws at Mariela.

In another part of the maze, Scar was running hard. Going as fast as he could to find his beloved little witch; Mariela. No doubt he had given her a good head start, but he also knew of the dangers that lurked within the hedged walls of the maze of Greed. It was not designed to be a fun obstacle course. Oh no. This was meant to be a one time only trip. Those that entered would be lucky to leave with their lives.

Lydia…..had made sure of that.

“I’m coming, Mariela!” The Alp cried out. His face contorted with the fear that something could happen to her if he was not fast enough. The maze like tracks kept leading him to dead ends, and his frustration was building. If only he had the time to explain the magic of the hat. Scar had never ever given it to anyone before. It was what made him who he was and in inexperienced hands, it could be deadly.

Another dead end.

“Mariela….if you can hear me. Put the hat on!”

Back at the statue, the evil looking snake woman lunged towards Mariela. Her clawed hands snatching at the air, trying to get a hold of her, while her snakes hissed and her charms and necklets clinked.

Dessy:  Mariela observed the statue carefully. It was made from marble, and had to have been sculpted from a very experienced sculpture – it looked too much like a real creature. The statue groaned, and Mariela’s face quickly twisted to one of concern. She took two more steps back. Mariela’s green eyes scanned over each snake, watching them change color, the entire time taking more and more steps back. Mariela turned her head to look behind her, before looking back at the statue. Where was scar? And what the hell kind of a maze was this? This seemed more like a death trap. Then again, Lydia probably planned it that way. All of this was Lydia’s doing. Evil, traitorous bitch.

As Mariela kept stepping farther back from the statue, her mind wandered on what to do. She couldn’t run. Fighting would probably just end badly. Scar sure as hell wasn’t any help. So what was she supposed to do? She then heard someone calling her name. It was faint – but she recognized Scar’s voice. “Scar!” the witch yelled back. She heard him mention the hat and she looked down at it. Of course! The hat! Why the hell didn’t she think of that sooner?

She looked up at the statue, then back at the hat. She quickly ripped the mask off of her face, dropping it on the ground. Then as soon as the statue lunged towards her, Mariela put on the hat and stepped to the right. The statue couldn’t seem to find her again. She was invisible. “Huh… The little Alp’s hat isn’t just a ridiculous accessory, after all.” she spoke aloud. She took this moment to turn around and start running again. If Scar was looking for her, whenever he found her mask on the ground, he should know what direction she ran off to. Hopefully.

 

 

 

 

Ballroom Blitz – SS.

 

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

Scene setting:  The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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


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

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


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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anyone up for pizza?”

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

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

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

“Your guys are incompetent.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

~RB~

 

 

The Unveiling – SS.

 

All Hell breaks loose at the Greed Masquerade ball.  Who will be the next to die?

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed – Ball room.

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

 

Dessy:  Mariela raised an eyebrow when Scar mentioned about him being a Prince, and that he didn’t know one of them was gay. “A prince?” she questioned, turning her head and looking at what Scar said was the prince, and then the male next to her. “Hm.” she said, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes. Hell just got more and more interesting everyday… at least to Mariela it did. Mariela continued dancing with Scar as they talked. She nodded her head at the fact that Lydia was wasting a flirt, before looking down at Scar when he mentioned about the other one being Sloth. “You mean the one she is talking with now?” she asked. Mariela thought about Scar’s question, on if she wanted to be introduced, pursing her lips. “Sure. Why not?” she said.

Scar had all of a sudden abruptly stopped dancing, and she followed his gaze, first seeing the fallen man, then seeing Lydia and her companion run across the floor. She quickly turned her head to see a man stabbing another one with a dagger. “Oh no.” Mariela said, a sigh escaping from her lips. She looked down as Scar grabbed her hand and started pulling her away, saying he made a promise to her. With a free hand, she lifted up her dress as they ran. “Shouldn’t we be helping Lydia?” Mariela quickly said, her heels making noise against the floor as they ran away from the scene.

 

Nhal:  Belphegor shook his head lightly and gave a soft chuckle. “Oh please, do not mourn for that man… Mammon was a complete and utter fool who wasn’t able to get past his own ridiculous obsession for physical objects, beneficial or otherwise…” He lifted a hand and scratched at the back of his long neck. “Mammon left behind no legacy besides a pile of objects and persons that he had deemed ‘worthy of his posession’… If anything, I would prefer to see this new princess improve upon his mistakes, not add upon his previous ones.” Hearing the mention of Gabriel, he tilted his head slightly and gave a nod. “Yes i’m aware of who she is. I tend to keep myself well informed while in my own little corner of hell.” As Lydia excused herself, he gave another nod of his head slowly. “Well now, it seems as if things will be picking up any moment…

 

Moo:  Kirsikka hadn’t had to roam through the halls outside the ballroom for long before finding a set of stairs leading downward, and with a guard stationed at the top, no less. Frost wove around the man, brushing his cheek before she stood before him quite suddenly, taking hold of his chin with her index finger and thumb. Not a moment passed before her lips met his, and she released a frosty breath into his lungs. The man hadn’t even had the time to pull his weapon, as his hand rested on the hilt now. With the demon pulling away, she watched his lips become blue, the pallor of his skin dulling as frost traveled throughout; the hypnotic kiss was successful. She gave a single nod of satisfaction and quietly beckoned him with her finger, a small smile placed over her lips. “Go to the blacksmith’s shop,” Kirsikka commanded…and then she was a wisp of frost once again, lingering around the guard’s shoulders.


Gabriel’s smile widened slightly, listening to the princess give her lines to the ever charming Sloth, better introduced as Belphegor. At least until the mention of a princess of wrath. The smile was flattened into a mere smirk, her crimson eyes nearly narrowing completely for a moment. “As confusing as it is,” she murmured with Lydia’s giggles. “Yes, five.” She was itching to wring this woman’s neck. Just hack away, and let loose the fury building within her. It were as if a time bomb was implanted within Gabriel, and every event that occurred, the faster it ticked. She turned to give a pleasant nod of her head, despite barely being addressed by Sloth. A small smile still lurked on her lips, though her eyes would meet his like daggers, as her anger over Lydia’s rude remark was still fresh. For the most part, she had ignored what the princess’ companion had to say, until she remarked already? In which Cecil made his appearance again. Gabriel turned to look at him while he addressed her with a sort of nickname. It quirked her brow, though she hadn’t exactly minded. “No, don’t waste your efforts,” she answered dryly. His efforts would be used to see that she herself was safe from the apparent assassinations and disturbances occurring.

While the situation itself was hardly exciting, it was refreshing to see the princess’ ball go to ruin so quickly. If things continued the way they were, this evening might end more pleasantly than Gabriel could have imagined. “Indeed,” she agreed with Belphegor. “This evening’s entertainment just became a little more promising.” She chuckled darkly to herself before taking a sip of the champagne she was holding. The matter didn’t look as ‘trifle’ as Lydia had said, while she was clearly agitated, calling guards over to break the men apart. Gabriel tutted lightly to herself before setting the glass on a nearby tray as it passed. With a break of the small smile came a much larger, toothy smile. A small laugh sounded while Lydia’s voice rose to a scream, rather impatient with the situation further away.


Astarte took a few dozen steps back and away from the scene while doctors rushed in, and bystanders murmured and stared. Nothing settled quite the same as expected, simply because this was Hell. Murder and sinful nature was a norm, and sometimes appreciated or laughed at. Astarte personally became wary of situations like this; questioning as to why anyone would want to create chaos here. During her mix and mingle with the guests, it became apparent she and Blitz had missed out on quite the battle. A war, actually. Though the details weren’t known, or couldn’t be proven with the variety of rumors nobles were speaking of, she knew that it had between greed and wrath. Two very well built armies, yet one had been flattened due to the late prince’s eagerness. It came as a surprise to see the two mingling now, and not so much that there was static within the room. Someone’s aim was apparently to worsen this situation. Was Astarte really suppose to care? Her crimson hues slid over the crowd once more before she caught a glimpse of a man causing a scene further away. What a massive panic this was creating…

Time to ditch, or continue with the party anyway? Astarte’s eyes wandered the room, looking for Blitz’ familiar pink hair in the mass of masks. It made it hell of a lot easier when he began to ascend toward a chandelier. The woman’s eyebrow rose, questioning what his methods might be, and if they even related to the current situation. There was no hope of seeing Eren through the faces while more gathered closer still, passing Astarte to catch a glimpse of the stabbing. Guards rushed into the room, and even the princess herself was attempting to handle the situation. With a purse of her lips, she simply decided to wait..

 

Temp:  The time had finally come to get the finger pointing game started. So far William had already succeeded in getting two of this gatherings members to fight each other, but that was just the beginning. Now that all the guests and the guards attention was focused on the two men fighting, it was time to make another move. This time his target was already well within his grasp. The man was standing in the middle of the crowd that William stood in, actually mere feet away. There were multiple ways to get things heated in the crowd of demons, but he decided to go with a rather simple one this time. While everyone was still focused on the incident at hand, William raised one leg and launched it forward into the mans back, sending him flying through the crowd and through multiple people. The direction he kicked him in was towards the guards, and it would likely look like he was trying to assault them. Not only that, but his body had knocked dozens of people over and raised quite a few tempers. All around William people started to argue and point fingers at each other, accusing anything that moved with violent murderous intent. This chaos and dismay was satisfying. Everything was going smoothly, though he knew that it could all change in an instant. Should he somehow be discovered, things would go from ‘covert’ to a full on brawl. This was not something that would go well for the parties inhabitants, due to the nature of their weaknesses. For now he once again retreated away from the newly enraged crowd, and proceeded towards a more peaceful one, where he would blend in once more.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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It was like a human game of dominoes was happening, as people were flying and tripping over each other. Skirts raising, tempers flaring, and in the midst of it all you had the worst demons in hell dressed to the nines. This was going to get ugly fast, and Scar’s intuition was on the money. With Mariela begging that they should stay behind and help Lydia, Scar had other ideas. He took Mariela’s hand tightly in his and forcibly dragged her from the grand ballroom.

“Don’t argue. If you ever believed anything I said to you, you will follow me now!” There was a sense of urgency in his voice – his eyes pleading from behind that of his mask. No more words were said, as he used all his strength to take his date out of the ballroom…..and into the great maze of Greed.

No sooner had they made it down the stairs, the foreboding sight of the great hedge walls stood before them. The entrance was a dome shape and was guarded by two fierce looking stone statues, each were holding spear tipped lances. They stood to attention though there was something about their eyes. As Scar and Mariela passed, the right handed statue’s hand twitched, and tightened its grip upon its spear.

(TC for Scar and Mariela to the Greed Maze thread.)

“SCAR!!!”

Lydia roared as she witnessed Scar disappear out of the ballroom with the young witch, Mariela. Right now, he had to drag away the Duchess of Greed!? His timing was appalling, and the Princess’s face grew darker than that of the worst winter storm. People were falling all around her, caused by some daft git with two left feet, that had careened into a wall of guards and sent people flying. Clutching her hands tightly into fists, Lydia marched over to one of the piles of guards and roared at them boisterously.

“GET UP YOU IDIOTS! You….You clumsy oafs!”

Lydia had lost all patience, and she inhaled sharply through her nostrils as the men clattered and clanked in their armor, trying desperately to get up off the floor. This was not only embarrassing for the Princess….it was down right humiliating to occur right in front of the likes of Gabriel and of course Belphegor. The Princess of Greed spun around slowly as she scanned the room of guests. This was starting to feel like a set up. How could men suddenly start brawling, then stabbing wildly……then guards and guests being thrown to the floor, by the most left footed dancer. One of the head guards approached Lydia and bowed from the waist.

“This is most unusual, M’ilady. Something is not right here.”

“No shit!” Lydia growled under her breath. “Are you SURE you checked ALL the guests for their invitations? I am starting to think we have some unwanted rabble!”

The Head Guard leaned in closer to the Princess, and asked for her advice. “It would appear you are correct. I shall have our men check all guests again.” Before he could leave however, the Princess suddenly got a flash of an idea. She held up her hand and then smirked. “I have a better idea.”

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Turning away from her head guard, who looked bewildered, Lydia picked up a glass flute of champagne as it passed her on a tray. Nodding to one of the trumpet players, who stood and then blew a loud tune to alert all to turn their attentions to the Princess, the Princess took to the dias near the throne.

“The time has come. Remove….your masks.”

If there was an assassin in the room, who was creating a din just to get close to a target, he or she was about to be unmasked.

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Lydia was the first to remove hers, and she did so with flair.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

The Maze of Greed – SS.

 

Scar drags Mariela away from the Masquerade Ball and into the Maze of Greed.

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed.

Co-written with Dessy.

 

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The great maze of the Kingdom of Greed.

 

Dessy:  Mariela didn’t get much of a chance to see what was going on before she was dragged away – quite forcibly – by Scar. Mariela looked at him as he spoke, his eyes pleading. She just nodded her head and followed him as he pulled her out of the ballroom, using her free hand to lift up her dress so it would easier to run. She certainly didn’t want to trip on it – that wouldn’t be very good. As Scar pulled away from the ballroom, she could hear Lydia screaming his name from behind them. Soon, they were heading towards the maze.

 

They made it down the stairs, and passed by the hedge walls and by the stone statues. Scar was still pulling her along, and finally Mariela stopped and pulled her gloved hand away from Scar. “Scar!” she started, dropping the bottom of her dress. “What is going on? Why didn’t we stop and go help Lydia?” she asked the questions, crossing her arms under her chest as she did so. “And why did you drag me all the right here?” she asked, looking at him from behind her mask.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The high pitched screech from Lydia did not deter Scar from his mission, to get Mariela as far away from the ball room as he possibly could. The leaf litter spun and twirled as he dragged Mariela through the entrance of the maze, but he came to an abrupt halt, when Mariela pulled her gloved hand out from his grasp. “Scar!! With panicked eyes, he turned his head – his body twisting to look back at the Duchess, who was now deeply upset to be taken from the ball room.

“What is going on? Why didn’t we stop and go help Lydia?”

The young innocent witch was more than just upset. She folded her arms indignantly and stared down Scar – her beautiful eyes glinting from behind the mask. A raven that was sitting on top of the tall hedge wall cawed at the pair, and Scar shot a glance back at the castle, before turning to face Mariela. He took two steps towards her as Mariela continued to question his actions.

“And why did you drag me all the right here?”

Scar’s heart was beating wildly, and he reached up and actually removed his infamous black hat. Beneath it, a shock of jet black hair fell down, partially covering his reddening eyes. The Alp was aghast that the girl simply didn’t understand the dangers that faced her within that ball room.

“You ….You don’t get it do you? This….ALL THIS! Why do you think Lydia planned this ball? Why do you think that every noble and Prince of Hell is in that very room?!” Scar’s chest was rising and falling fast and you could see the absolute fear in his eyes. “You…..Mariela. You are the key to Lydia’s plans against Gabriel.”

For once, the truth was finally been said by the most unlikely of creatures. The alp was meant to serve Lydia, but in the days leading up to the ball, he had fallen for the innocent young witch. Every word he had said to her….was true. Beneath the blanket of the dark night, the Alp would say the words that could make Mariela finally understand why Scar had stayed so close.

Pointing back up at the castle, the Alp uttered. “The party is already a setting for murder. The attacks have begun.”Course he spoke of the fighting that had led him to drag her from the party. Little did he know what was now going on inside. Though he could make a pretty good guess.

“A deal will be struck and when two forces of evil go head to head…..someone always pays the price.”

 

By now the Alp was right in Mariela’s face. His breath could easily be felt upon her skin.

“She sensed your greatness. She knew it all along. The book of Shadows. Don’t you get it?

Suddenly, there was a loud crack behind them and a sing song voice.

“……I trusted you.”

It was a woman’s voice.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Scar had this panicked look in his eyes – for reasons Mariela didn’t know why. She tilted her head to the side, perfect blonde curls falling off of her shoulder as she did so, her green eyes having a questioning look to them. She stood there, waiting for an answer – anything, really. They should have stopped and helped Lydia, but instead they ran. Why? What for? Scar took steps toward her, and Mariela just narrowed her eyes, waiting for an answer. He removed his hat, and Mariela widened her eyes for a second before focusing back on Scar and her questions.

He started speaking, and Mariela saw the fear in his red eyes, and this caused her to frown. “Me?” she asked in shock. “What do I have to do with all of this? What plans against Gabriel? I don’t understand!” she spoke, her hands falling back to her sides. He continued talking, and Mariela furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. She still didn’t understand. Scar was, now, right in Mariela’s face, and she could feel his breath on her face. “What price? Scar, this isn’t making any sense…” she spoke.

What did all of this have to do with her? As far as she knew, she was just the Dutchess of Greed, and Lydia had taken a liking to her when they first met. Now, Lydia was using her against Gabriel? She didn’t understand. “Greatness? I’m just a witch! There’s nothing great about me!” she spoke in a confused tone. Greatness? What greatness? All she knew was that she came from a long line of witches – but there was nothing great about them, or her. “No. I don’t get it, Scar.” Then a voice came from behind her.

Mariela stopped and turned her body around slowly to take a look at who was behind her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Scar’s eyes slowly started to close as he recognized the voice coming from behind them. It had an almost sickening tone to it, dripping with loathing and hate. There was a sharp fluttering sound, as the black raven descended from the tall hedge wall and turned back into the same tall man that had accompanied Lydia down the stairs in the ball room. He was dressed the same, and he held in his hand a simple silver mirror. The mirror was held with a tight grip around it’s handle, and within the glass was a very familiar face.

“I must say….I am so disappointed in you, Scar.” The Princess of Greed was directing all her focus towards the Alp, who now had turned around, but in doing so was keeping Mariela safely tucked behind him. For once, the cheeky Alp had lost all his sense of fun and wit, taking the Princess….his Mistress head on. Scar had his hat held in behind him, and he gave the hat a slight flick as he went to engage the Princess. His hope was that Mariela could see the shake of his hat, as he silently tried to urge her to take it.

“What can I say? I never was that great at taking orders. Not from the likes with someone as black of heart as you.”

Lydia let out a loud laugh, tilting her head back as she found Scar’s words to be pathetic. “Since when did you ever care about a woman’s heart? I always thought you were too wrapped up in a set of tits to even bother to care for a woman truly.” The Princess was playing on the Alp’s unnatural obsession with breasts, but little did she know that the Alp had been bewitched by the young Mariela the moment he laid eyes on her.

Again the Alp gave the hat behind his back a flick. Silently hoping Mariela would snatch it from him. The hat…was his true power and he was willing to surrender it to the Witch, in order to save her.

“I won’t let you harm her, Lydia. You so much as lay a finger on her, I will become your worst nightmare!” At this precise moment, the Alp tossed the hat with a sharp flick to Mariela, as he made a run at the raven man, holding the mirror. Scar’s fist hurtling towards the gilded hand mirror, smashing it on impact. As the glass fell to the ground, you could hear Lydia scream. The raven man tossed the remaining mirror into the nearest hedge and started to fight with the Alp, as he yelled back at Mariela.

“RUN!….RUN INTO THE MAZE! DON’T STOP FOR ANYONE! I”LL FIND YOU!”

The Alp started to smash his fist into the face of the raven man, who was staggering back bleeding. Scar could definitely hold his own….but for how long?

~RB~

 

 

Dancing with Death – SS.

 

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

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

Moo:  

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

 ~The Chamber of the Spider~

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

~The Grand Ballroom~

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

 

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

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

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

 

~RB~

 

 

Curses and charms – SS.

 

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

Nhal:  

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

 

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

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

[Short post is short. slkjf]


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

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

 

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


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

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

[Mask // Dress]

 

Razorbackwriter:

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

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

 

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

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

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

~RB~

 

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

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

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

[Mask//Outfit]

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

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

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

The Party Begins – SS.

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

co-written with Moo, Temp, Zetta, Nhal & Dessy.

 

Moo:  Being that Gabriel was in no rush to make an appearance at the ball, she had taken Cecil to get fitted for costumes only a few hours beforehand. She wasn’t picky in the least; her outfit consisted of black material lined in red. The color did bring out her eyes, after all; a prominent feature behind the black metallic mask she wore, detailed with red…simple lines in the design to match the outfit. Of course it would be up to her date what he would wear. As soon as they were ready, they had a carriage ready, traveling an elegant manner even for the princess of wrath.

Exiting the carriage after a line of others, she began buttoning her tux. These things were actually pretty damn weird. With all the parts required to wear, she’d been completely irritated in the fitting. Wearing a dress would have been much easier. A hand ran over her hair while she carefully avoided moving the mask. “Shall we?” Gabriel took his arm as if she were still a woman and began to pace toward the grand castle. “Looks like Greed will still live up to its name,” she commented more to herself in an annoyed tone. Honestly, it would take a first class act while she roamed that ball room. Though, finding Lydia would be her first priority…as Mammon was the one to curse her with a cock. Crimson hues wandered over the guards outside the door, and getting a glimpse of the very overdone interior. Nothing worth her appraisal, however, as it was not in her tastes. Of course, guests were already filling the room with chatter and laughter; music played and some even began to dance.

“As much as I hate to be one of the first to arrive,” Gabriel muttered. “One needs to make a good impression with the new Princess.” It was an excuse really, as the invitation said the ball would start quite some time ago. Apparently it was a fad to be fashionably late. She gave a tug to her vest, securing it under her jacket before situating one hand over a cane, appearing in a brush of Hell-Fire. She gripped the skull at the top; the entire cane itself was made of special steel, and she would be able to manipulate it on a dime–a bit of preparation, if you will. The other took Cecil’s arm as she leaned closer. Her voice had quieted quite a bit while they neared the doors. “Trust no one.” A simple command before she offered a rather brilliant smile to onlooking guards and guests alike. Not many were worth noting, as none of the other princes seemed to have arrive yet. Nobles were the least of her worries, though she did enjoy fantasizing about the decor being…red…with their help. Hopefully her rather demented grin didn’t startle anyone looking their way as the walked around the dance floor. All the while, her gaze would overlook everyone, awaiting the Princess of Greed’s appearance…not knowing what the woman looked like, she would have to rely on the gut feeling that the woman would want attention placed on herself in a rather grand entrance. The thought was enough to have Gabriel’s eyes roll.

[Mask // Reminder: Gabriel is male, I just use female pronouns.]

 

Temp:  
William walked along with the more ‘normal’ crowd that was on the way to the Masquerade Ball in the Kingdom of Greed. His outfit was a rather elaborate cloak that covered his entire body, while his face as hidden behind a full face mask. A hood covered the rest of his head. This outfit was a bit more noticeable compared to some other guests, but there were still a few that wore something similar. The only difference between them and him was that he was not supposed to be here at all, and he was in no way one of them. A holy aura normally would be radiating from him, due to the relics he wore and him being part angel. However, this was something that was being suppressed by an amulet that he had acquired. To those around him he would give off the rather generic and normal demonic aura, which would make him blend right in. He walked along with the crowd until he entered the main building, immediately scanning the area for targets. There were quite a few powerful demons present, as well as several of his key targets. The only reason he was here was to assassinate certain individuals, nothing more. For now he would blend in with other guests and do nothing to draw attention to himself. William began mingling and greeting other guests, using a fake name and identity.

 

Zetta:  Fitted down to the toes, where he had gotten socks to fit his changing abilities and stretch according to his movements. His shoes were originally shining with proper sheen, but now they were dulling in a jet-black color from how many times the tailor had to clean off blood stains from when he would improperly punt-kick someone across their face for first removing his boots. It was not until Gabriel came into the room herself and ordered that he calm down so that she would not completely miss the event here. The Royal guard then did just as asked and once that happened he was then out right along with her, dressed appropriately without a fight even as they removed his hood. Replacing it with a red dress shirt, black vest, thinned overcoat, along with nice pants to match. Fine suited, despite belonging to a Kingdom paved with blood and rampages, and more so that these were on the body of a humanoid monster.. An established wreck.. To conceal his weapon he swallowed his sword and parted his heart and lungs to comfortably fit the blade. He was unable to bend far in any direction because of this, but there would only be slow dances, fanciful swings at best. And he could quickly dig in his own belly to retrieve it, while no one would be able to identify it. He would need it to protect the Lady if anything were to happen here, in case his own strength failed to another.

He was taken by the arm by his apparent date, restraining a blush to keep himself steady while she lead him to the entrance of the large Kingdom of Greed. They were right out of a carriage straight to the insides, Gabriel wasted no time in attaching herself thankfully. While his preference went to her original form, the man was taking short breaths to maintain his excitement from not only being so close but for being her first choice to come along with her. There were likely many other reasons for her choosing him besides his strength, but none of which made it to his second thoughts. He only paid attention to the reality she had set for him, having shown him so much steady attention and trust to present the Kingdom of Wrath right with her. Their every step was similar and when they would arrive they would make the most perfect gay couple, for any unaware that this was the princess and her guard making their appearance. Cecil moved forward in a practiced strut with her, after listening to her words he closed his eyes, “My faith is unwavering in only you, princess..” He replied before locking off his vocals, he would be her follower still, even as a date, moving to her accordance with induced heightened emotions.

 

Dessy:  The music had already started playing, Mariela having watched the band set up. She hummed softly to the beat of the music, still waiting for Scar by the door. She didn’t know when Lydia would get here, but knowing her she’d want to make a grand entrance to draw attention to herself. That’s just how Lydia was. She, of course, didn’t see Scar appear behind her, until she heard him whispering in her ear, causing her to turn around. “I thought you were never going to show up.” she said, watching him down the champagne. She took the mask and put it on, making sure it fit correctly. She then examined Scar, from his hat, to his mask, and his tux. She had to admit, the Alp was handsome, but Mariela knew the truth about Scar. Others may not know about him – but Mariela certainly did.

 

Scar took her hand and kissed it, and Mariela gave a small curtsy when he did so. She took the Alp’s arm, turning her head as people began walking in. She looked at Scar at his comment, tilting her head. “What makes you think something’s going to happen?” she whispered back, turning her attention forward as they began walking. She was glad the Alp had her back, but Scar’s comment made her worry that something was going to go down tonight – especially with that cheeky grin he had. He put a finger to his lips, and Mariela simply gave a nod of her head.

 

Nhal:  

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Belphegor’s ghost like form whisped into the room slowly as he looked around at his surroundings, observing the already present participants of the ball. “Not many have shown… I suppose that I arrived a little early.” a light yawn escaped his mouth-less being as he floated along the edges of the room, finding a small silent corner. He hovered absently as he laced his fingers together and watched, the glow in his single blue eye lightly fading, suggesting that it was now most likely closed. Listening to the sound of footsteps and the playing of music, constantly remaining aware of his surroundings. “At least the music isn’t terrible…

 

Moo:  Kirsikka’s dull blue eyes lined the walls behind her rather elegant mask, made up of her own frost with ice crystals. It appeared near-white, the ice reflecting lights so that it appeared to be decorated with diamonds. Much the same, her white gown decorated itself in frost patterns, similar to that of white lace, and studded in places with more ice crystal beads. The bust was a simple corset, being a strapless gown, instead having the frost continue up her bare skin and neck, while the bottom of her dress were more or less the basic frilly skirts one would expect to see at a ball. None would really see the bare feet under her skirts, but if they looked close enough, they might see the remnants of frost leaving the floor where she previously stepped.

 

Unlike Sloth, she had to enter the ballroom normally. Observant as per usual, she was capable enough to find him moving to a rather silent corner. Despite the ever warming room with the mass of bodies, her frost did not melt while she moved through the crowds of nobles and royals standing in their own cliques or dancing about the floor. Needless to say, it took a matter of minutes before she was standing beside her Lord. “Good evening,” she greeted, as if they hadn’t spoken previously. “Looking as well as ever.” Even through her tone, it could be perceived as a joke, as her Lord was nothing but a ghost at this point. Kirsikka stood silently while her hands clasped together, running her fingers over a small object she’d been carrying while she observed the crowd. Already, she could see a few people of interest…but those were the last of her worries. Blue hues roamed past their faces, looking instead at her surroundings. No armor here, but perhaps it would be past one of the doors lining the room. Her lips pressed together while considering when an opportune moment might arrive so she could easily go unnoticed.

[Mask Ref // Dress Ref]

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Masquerade Ball.

~The center of the Labrinyth~

The black raven cawed loudly whilst perched a top a stone statue that was situated within the maze. To it’s right stood a tall ornate mirror – the kind you would find in the chambers of a King. The frame decorated with strange creatures and markings that were hard to decipher. Approaching the center of the maze came a woman in a fine red gown, her long black tresses tumbling down her back in a wave of curls. Wearing a black lace mask to cover much of her face, the alabaster skinned woman giggled softly as her light footsteps click clacked along the stone path. As she came to face the mirror, the woman admired herself in the reflection, whilst the raven flew down and sat on top of the mirror. Blood red eyes scanned the reflection within, which started to move in a different way to the woman standing in the center of the maze. The raven cawed twice before ruffling it’s feathers, then making a bow before the lady before him.

 

“I look wonderful.”

“Yes, we do.” The reflection replied, before the woman pawed at herself in the mirror. “Oh you.” Both women laughed as the raven took flight towards the Kingdom of Greed Castle, where the ball was now underway. Grinning, the woman blew a kiss towards herself, before turning away and skipping back up the maze before disappearing into a fine black mist and floating up towards the castle, in the same direction as the raven.

The woman in the mirror continued to laugh as she had not moved from her place in the mirror.

“Oh what a tangled web we weave…..Lydia.” The image in the mirror then vanishing from sight, the mirror now reflecting the garden maze in which it stood.

~The Grand Ballroom~

Upon the top of the stairs, Lydia finally showed herself. Dressed in a rich blood red gown that was floor length, and had a tight fitting lace bodice, that showed off her feminine curves and ample bosom. Her black lace mask was firmly in place, and with painted red lips, her smile was unmistakable. Though she appeared to have no partner for the evening, a black raven flew in from the grounds, and then swooped up to land on the terrace rail beside her. Lydia’s eyes darted towards her feathered friend, who morphed into that of a tuxedo wearing tall man, with slicked back hair. Eyes of pure black and he was also wearing a mask. His skin though was practically white compared to Lydia’s. He offered her his hand, and together they started down the stairs. Lydia whispered to her companion. “And to think….we were all at war days ago. Just goes to show, nobody can resist a good party.” She giggled as she looked down to see those already in attendance, namely Scar and Mariela. Such a pair. They really were suited.

The music being played was a waltz and this made Lydia feel light on her feet. She nodded politely to the gentry as they passed and then her eyes swept across the room, to notice the handsome gentlemen that had arrived together. Could it be…..Gabriel and her…her…uhm date… Lydia tried to hide her reaction to seeing the masculine Gabriel. Mammon really knew his stuff, for the curse had worked a treat.

Lydia paused to take a glass of champagne from one of the roving drinks servants, and brought it to her lips, sipping as she continued to pan the room for other notable guests. Ah yes, the Prince of Sloth. Finally decided to emerge from that crypt like cathedral of his. Lydia had to wonder just what the Prince had to say about their being a change from Princes to Princesses of hell. In fact, it was bound to be the talking point of the ball.

Scar kept close to Mariela, as he watched their Mistress make her entrance. When he saw the raven that turned into her partner for the evening he rolled his eyes. “Oh look. She brought a feather duster.” Was he miffed about being cast aside for the Raven? Not really, he was far happier to be Mariela’s partner. Mariela, the young witch had been concerned about the alp’s words earlier however. How something may well happen at the ball. To allay her fears, he brightened and said. “With Lydia gracing everyone with her presence…..something is BOUND to happen. Mind you, she might get miffed when all the good looking chaps keep asking you to dance.” The Alp having a way with words in how to charm the sweet witch. He released her arm for a moment, and then bowed. “So long as I have the first dance, M’lady.” Scar offered his hand to escort Mariela to the dance floor.

 

 

~RB~

The Masquerade Ball – SS.

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The Kingdom of Greed’s Masquerade Ball, hosted by the Princess of Greed – Princess Lydia Dominatus. Invitations have been sent out by ravens to all Kingdom royals, their partners, nobles and distinguished members of Hell’s Elite.

 

Razorbackwriter: 

 

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The Kingdom of Greed was simply a spectacular sight as the night of the Masquerade ball had arrived. Lydia had spent many hours going over the preparations from the catering to the cleaning of the monstrous chandelier that was situated in the grand ballroom. No expense had been spared in this lavish and decadent showcasing of Greed’s wealth and prominence. Up to two hundred staffers assured that all the guests needs were catered for and the glistening hall was a testimony to Princess Lydia’s dedication to creating a wonderful atmosphere. There was a large dining hall off to the right of the main ball room, and on the left a reception area where the guests could feast on the unusual and most delectable morsels. Top chefs had provided their services for a feast that was to go down in the history books.

The entertainment was to be a circus troupe who had everything from acrobats, to magicians, all there to engage the guests curiosity and minds. A full orchestra in back provided songs and music from the ages, and this only added to the magical fare. All of the Greed kingdom staff were dressed elegantly and were finishing last minute preparations, as their Mistress Lydia was making herself ready in one of the top towers. She had allowed herself enough time to get ready, away from Mariela and Scar. The Princess wanting to make a grand entrance at this…her coming out party. No doubt there would be many questions about the new Princess, not to mention a lot of unanswered questions about the former Prince – Mammon. Lydia planned to honor him of course, but for the most part she would be selling herself to her fellow Royals and trying to gain alliances where she could. Her belief that Greed had turned the corner in its desire to be taken seriously as a strong kingdom would be on show this eve.

Out in the grounds that were situated behind the main castle was a large garden labyrinth or maze that had been specially constructed for this night’s festivities. From Lyida’s window it looked simply intriguing and no doubt many couples would try their luck. The garden maze was illuminated by torch light and there was to be a prize at the center of it. Course, that would be announced later in the evening when the guests were enjoying their drinks.

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For those that arrived, the Lord Chamberlain would be waiting at the front entrance, carrying a royal staff and dressed in a powdered wig and black suit that was of silk and crushed velvet. The guests arrival would be announced and then the guests invited into the reception area for drinks as the music played.

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela was already down in the ballroom dressed and ready. She had on the dress Tussa helped her pick out, with the gloves and the mask in hand. The ball hasn’t started yet, and she now waited at the entrance for Scar. Her blonde hair was in tight curls, framing her face, and the dress went well with her green eyes. She shifted the mask between hands as she waited by the entrance doors. “Where is that damn Alp?” she asked, giving a sigh and leaning against the wall. Lydia was still getting ready – she knew that. She didn’t want to disturb her, so instead she simply let her be. Mariela was a little calmer about the ball, but she was scared everything will go horribly wrong. She moved her eyes away from the door, looking around and scanning the decorated ballroom. It was beautiful. They did an excellent job decorating it, and the food looked delicious. She just hoped everything went easily – no fights or drama – and that everyone had a good time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Little did the Duchess know but the damned Alp appeared right behind her sporting a black mask that was dotted with small diamonds. He wore his top hat of course, but it was a little bit more polished than usual. His suit was very well made, hand sewn to be exact and he had in his left hand a jeweled tipped cane. Taking a glass of champagne off the tray of a roving waiter, the Alp coughed before leaning to whisper in the Duchess’s ear.

“Right behind you, Mariela.”

If she turned around, she would be met by the sight of the alp in all his finery. Already the band had started to play as a procession of carriages was now circling the front entrance drive way. The show was about to start, and the stars of the night were yet to shine, though if truth be told, the blonde Duchess was defiantly one of the first to appear. There was no sign of Lydia as of yet, but she always was one that liked to make an entrance. The Alp half expected her to appear right at the last moment, as all the guests filled the ball room.

Drinking down the glass of champagne in one gulp, the Alp placed the empty glass on another passing tray and smacked his lips, as he made a sweeping step to then be in front of the Duchess. His eyes, black as night staring into hers as his head tilted just slightly. In this guise, the Alp could be regarded as handsome but Mariela knew the truth about the demon. Could she put that aside for one night? Taking the Duchess’s right hand, he brought it up to his lips to offer a small kiss that was as gentle as butterfly wings. His lips lingered for a moment, before he slowly let her hand go, and then offered his arm for her to take.

In a whisper, Scar says to Mariela;

“Whatever happens this eve….remember this. I am right behind you, watching……I have your back.”

~I’ve always played it safe nothing’s ever safe
Give me the courage to back my own convictions
Every decision I make I pay it back and more
Now turn the cards and let them fall to me
I don’t need to play on with the hand that they have given me
I’ll give it back cos it’s not the way it has to be

And you can easily gamble your life away
Second after second
And day by day
You play the game or you walk away
It’s a new turn on a blue day
And a cool deal of life for me
And it’s all good

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart~

What he meant by this would be unknown for now, but he simply gave that cheeky grin, followed by placing a gloved finger to his lips and led the Duchess into the grand ballroom. As they passed a gilded mirror, Scar turned his head to look at his own reflection. His eyes glowered red before returning to normal and proceeding forward.

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~RB~

What will a Witch wear? – SS

 

Scene setting : Castle Greed.

co-written with Dessy.

 

Dessy:  Mariela was quiet the entire time. She knew Lydia would be angry with her for losing the thief, that kindness she has too much of. So she just chose not to speak. Instead, she listened to the talking, nodding her head every once in awhile when Lydia mentioned something or was speaking to her. If she was going to be Duchess of Greed, she needed to be a little more harsher – maybe not as cruel as Lydia or everyone else, but harsher than she is now. But, that would take a lot of practice and getting used to. “Good night.” she said to Lydia, turning her head to the man and woman that was in front of her.

When Serin handed the gold back, Mariela raised an eyebrow. “Sounds fair enough.” she said with a nod, looking at the bag of gold before holding it. She’d need to hand it back to Lydia. “Make sure you keep your promise and find the thief, and the chalice. You don’t want to anger Princess Lydia anymore than she already is.” she said, giving a smile as they exited the castle. She then looked back down at the bag of gold, before turning and walking out of the throne room, heading down the nearest hallway. She didn’t seem to notice Scar, as a butterfly, heading towards her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The little butterfly with the strange hat flittered around the head of the young witch as she carried the small sack of gold with her. No sign on the pair that were going to search for the thief, and the thief having legged it, the alp was sure that Lydia would have a pink fit when she found things had not gone to plan. Chuckling like a tiny tinkerbell, Alp then changed back to his usual self. The wicked looking imp tipping his hat to Mariela, then making a sweeping bow.

“How clever of you. Here you are with the reward for the capture of the chalice stealing thief….and yet you are empty handed.” Scar snickered as he got in front of Mariela and winked. “Lydia’s going to be pissed.” He teased in that naughty voice. “But don’t fret, I promise not to tell.”

The alp walked to the Witch’s side and then gave her a playful nudge. “So….got a date for the ball?” the Alp asked, suddenly appearing very sweet. Odd that he would even consider asking the girl, but with this being a big deal in hell with all the royals and their partners coming, it might be a good idea to have someone on her arm.

“You know, I look pretty dapper in a tux and top hat. Ahaha. Well a tux, since you know I already have the top hat.” That said, the alp did a light shoe shuffle and then danced over to a spot in the hallway where a spot light suddenly shone upon him. The alp let out a whoop and spun around fast like lightning before changing into a full black tux with white gloves and a illuminating cane. The Alp started to dance towards the young witch and burst into song. Mists formed into female dancers in matching white tuxedos with high heels. They danced in behind him as he tried to get Mariela to agree to go to the ball as his date.

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If you’re blue and you don’t know
Where to go to, why don’t you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin’ on the Ritz

Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin’ hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let’s mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Puttin’ on the Ritz

If you’re blue and you don’t know
Where to go to, why don’t you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin’ on the Ritz

Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin’ hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let’s mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz

Have you seen the well-to-do,
up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
with their noses in the air
High hats and Arrowed collars,
white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
for a wonderful time

If you’re blue and you don’t know
Where to go to, why don’t you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin’ on the Ritz

Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin’ hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let’s mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Puttin’ on the Ritz

When the song finished, he held out his hand to Mariela and whispered;

“You know you want too.”

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela continued to walk, thinking over how pissed she knew Lydia was going to be. It wasn’t her fault. Mariela was raised to be kind and nice to everybody. Being mean just wasn’t in her blood. She turned her head when she thought she heard some laughter, but she shook her head as she thought it was nothing. She jumped when Scar suddenly appeared, dropping the gold and putting a hand to her chest. “Don’t do that, Scar!” she spoke, leaning over to the pick the gold back up. Not finding Lydia anywhere, she just gave the gold to the nearest guard, and told him everything. He’d either know what to do with it, or know where to find her. She then listened to Scar speak about her being empty handed, and she rolled her eyes. “They didn’t want to take the money until they found her first. I was respecting their wishes.” she said, looking at Scar as she kept walking. She stopped when Scar stood in front of her, narrowing her eyes at him. “I know Lydia will be pissed. No need to remind me.” she spoke, side-stepping him and continuing to walk.

A few minutes later, Scar nudged her and asked if she had a date to the ball. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “No, I do not. I’ve never been much for dates.” she spoke. “Why do you want to know?” she then asked, tilting her head curiously. She listened to him talk about looking good in a tux and she laughed. “I bet you do.” she said sarcastically, shaking her head. She stopped walking again when the Alp ran off to stand in some light, then changed into a suit and tux. He then began dancing and singing towards her, causing Mariela to just cross her arms as she watched with an amused expression.

He eventually finished and held out his hand. Mariela pursed her lips, as if she was thinking. She decided to humor the little Alp, for now. Plus, she could possibly keep him out of trouble that way. She gave a sigh, and took his hand with her free one. “Why not? It can’t hurt anything. Might as well.” she said. “It would certainly be easy to make sure you stay out of trouble.” she then made sure to add.

 

Razorbackwriter:  If anything, Scar was a showman. Not only the Demon of your worst nightmares, he could be a real man about town when he put the effort in. The alp didn’t have a date for the ball that was for sure and with Lydia – well, she was probably going to stag it since she didn’t have a love in her life. Always too ambitious for her own good, she used men and then dropped them like hot rocks the moment she got what she wanted. The end of Mammon was testimony to that fact. But here was Scar, asking the young witch if she would be his date for the grand Masked ball. Oh it was going to be an affair to remember, that was for sure. When the witch took his outstretched hand, Scar let out a little whoop of excitement, leaping up and clicking his heels together. The Alp brought her delicate hand to his lips, kissing them softly.

With a cheeky grin, he looked up at her adoringly. “Me? Trouble? Psh. You must have me confused with another alp. Ahaha. Now this is exciting. So much to plan…so much to prepare! Of course we need you to get a nice dress….something beautiful, yet….hmm….” He looked her up and down and then made a cat like meow. “Something to make the boys all….oh so jealous. I want you to be fab-u-lous!” It was funny to see Scar so excited about the prospect of getting Mariela all dolled up.

“Tell you what. How about you …and me wander down to the royal Greed seamstress and get you fitted up. “ He suggested, trying to link his arm in hers much the way that Lydia did. It wasn’t like he was trying to be overly romantic, but more like he wanted to see she actually got the right dress for the ball.

“Shall we?”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela watched how excited the Alp seemed to be, causing her to laugh. She was sure Lydia wouldn’t mind. Lydia wouldn’t be going with him, and it would be nice to have someone to go with. It might not be all bad. “Yes. You can be quite troublesome, Scar.” she then said, after giving a smile when he kissed her hand. She raised an eyebrow when he rambled about the dress, laughing once more. “Why would they be jealous?’ she then asked, amused at how excited Scar seemed to be.

Mariela gave a nod at his suggestion. “Me and Lydia were supposed to see the seamstress.. but other things happened.” she spoke, letting Scar link his arm with hers. She appreciated the fact that Scar wanted her to have the right dress and to look good. It was a nice gesture, really. She gave a nod to Scar and a smile. “Let’s go.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Dress maker 

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Arriving at the quaint little cottage within the grounds of Greed castle stood Madame Tussa Mon Valet’, a witch of note and also a whiz when it came to whipping up clothes for nobles and the elite. Standing by one of her many mirrors, the white haired witch was slowly brushing her hair, whilst wearing a dour expression. She had heard all about the Princess’s plan for a masked ball and knew she would soon be under siege by many wanting the hottest dresses for the night. Sure enough, her thoughts would turn into reality. A knock at the door would have Tussa wave her hand and make the door to her cottage open on its own. Slowly the timber door fell back to reveal Mariela and a snappy looking Scar.

“Ah….Madame Mon Valet’. We need your assistance. The Duchess of Greed needs a dress. She’s my date for the ball.” At this, the Alp straightened his bow tie with a pronounced wiggle of his head. Madame Tussa turned to face the pair, and that was when Scar spotted her ample bosom. Oh yes, it was practically oozing out of her white lace bustier. What a sight.

“I….oh. Uhm. Gosh! Is it hot in here?” Scar flustered as beautiful boobs were his….passion. The alp could feel his tongue hanging out and his fingers twitched nervously as he wanted to run over a give her bosom a good squeeze. Perhaps a motorboat. But it was then he remembered who he was with….and why. Sucking in his tongue, he let out a little meep, before regaining composure.

With the Alp under control, the white witch sauntered over and looked at the Duchess with a tilt to her head. The girl was of good stature…pretty face. Eyes..yes there were two. Perfect. With a roll of her fingers gesturing the young witch to follow her to the fitting room, the pair of witches would leave Scar behind. “Go wait in the reception, Scar. Let me do my magic.”Scar pouted as he had hoped to be able to watch Mariela get undressed, but Tussa cut him off at the pass. She knew how devilish the alp could be. “There are some copies of Hell’s angels and she devils on the coffee table.” Word of that had Scar squeal with delight and skitter out of the room leaving Mariela with Tussa.

“Right…what style were you looking for, my dear? Also, did you wish to have the pumpkin carriage deal? if so, you need 6 white mice and a dog …..possibly two frogs. Not to mention…a pumpkin.”

 

~RB~

 

 

 

Wicked – SS.

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Moo.

 

Moo:  The question the woman asked left both Oroan and Serin a little dumbfounded. When they had just explained themselves, this woman still expected them to know? What the hell did they look like? “We just told you–” Serin began, a little irritated. A quick thought directed from Oroan had her close her lips together in a line.

“Yes, we were attacked… it was dusk, so the man’s features were hidden for the most part.” Oroan continued the conversation easily, obviously relaxed. Years of dealing torture to pry a person’s mouth open definitely had its perks–aside from causing pain. Although her cutting in to request the princess wasn’t making this any better for the pair.
“From what I could gather, he had long, long black hair…he was unnaturally tall–taller than me.” The brute’s meaty hand rose well above his head. “At least by a foot or so. But he was smaller.” Some description that was. Oroan couldn’t have guessed the man’s hair color or eye color. “But I can tell you he dealt in magic and he was obnoxiously strong.”

“Black Elemental magic,” Serin cut in. “He manipulated the wind, lightning, and fire.” She paused for a moment, hearing the ruffling of heavy skirts accompanied by clacking of heels against the floor down the hall. “I don’t know if he was watching us the entire time we were in the square, or if he had arrived while we were tending to business.”
By the time she’d finished her sentence, Lydia entered the room. Or she assumed this was the princess, as she looked royal enough for the part. Serin had to take a breath to compose herself, being in the presence of the princess. The shit- storm was most definitely growing.

“We know nothing of the war because we were no where near wrath at the time,” Oroan replied. “Milady.” He was sure to add the last bit not to seem rude. Gluttony didn’t call for such formalities, but this was entirely different. And with a female, no doubt. There was a slight bow of his head in respect, in which Serin mimicked. “I’m not sure if your guard understood what was being said, but we are here on behalf of Gluttony.”

“Or were,” Serin added with a shrug of her shoulders. “Yesterday, that is. We just finished explaining it to…” She looked to the woman before her. “I’m sorry…I never caught your name, ma’am.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Her name…is Mariela, Duchess of Greed.” Lydia said, jumping into the conversation as though she was in control of it. Mariela was keeping her lips closed, probably cause she had lost the little thief. Waltzing past the trio, with Scar dancing along behind his Mistress, she took her place upon the throne, and settled down – fanning out her skirts. With the pair explaining that they WERE from Gluttony, the Princess took that as being former employees of Gluttony. They claimed to be nowhere near the war at the time. The guard apparently mistook what the pair had said in his message from Mariela about them.

Drumming her nails lightly upon the arm rests of the throne, it wasn’t hard to see that Lydia was formulating a new and cunning plan.

“I was unaware that Baal allowed his staff to wander the kingdoms at their will. What a chap.” Lydia beamed a bright smile as she eased back, almost like a cat in how she presented herself. If she was any more feline, she would purr. “I am sure that Mariela has explained that we are in a transitional stage here. Mammon…the late…great…Prince of Greed fell to Gabriel at the battle of Wrath. Like you both, I was nowhere near the battle. But from our towers we could see….and hear it. Such a shame.” At this Lydia pursed her lips and then the smile formed once again.

“Naturally a new heir had to be chosen and of course with Mammon having no children, it was I that was made the new monarch of Greed. I am Princess Lydia Dominatus, also known as the Demon of Ambition.”

Scar leaned against the throne and tipped the front edge of his hat, as his Mistress introduced herself formally. Seeing her acting so grand was enough to make him chuckle, but he had to admire her style.

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“Since you have both come so far, and it is such a long walk back to Gluttony, why don’t you both…stay for the night. Maybe….a bite. I am planning on a grand masquerade ball in the coming days. One to be attended by all the Princes and Princesses of Hell. The event of a lifetime.”

Lydia batted her eyelashes as she took out her fan and struck it open. “Also….there is a little thief loose in my grounds, and I would give a bag of gold to the first person to catch her. She has a chalice that belongs to me, and I want it back.”

The Princess shot Mariela a look, which would be hard to read. “No hands off this time, I swear it.”

 

~RB~

 

Moo:  The pair’s eyes followed Lydia to her throne. As the demon sat, they both bowed in respect, having turned to give her their full attention. “A pleasure to meet you,” Serin directed to Mariela with a turn of her head. A brief smile passed over her lips, faked.

The princess’ prodding didn’t require any answer as she continued to speak. A small relief to Oroan as he couldn’t explain his situation completely. It would give them away if he didn’t word it correctly. While she spoke, he would think of ways to twist his story until it was satisfactory–until he heard the familiar name of Gabriel. “…Gabriel, as in Belial’s lover?” There was emphasis on the last word. Everyone knew she hated the man, as she often made her want to kill the man very clear. And rumors about the two spread constantly around the kingdoms. “I don’t suppose she went to war to avenge him.”

“So she finally killed Belial,” Serin cut in, voicing her thoughts under her breath. Her gaze moved from the floor in front of her to Lydia. The demon of ambition. It made sense for her to take over the throne, given her status. However, it was abnormal for Hell to let women take a seat in the throne. Serin had to avert her gaze to hide the narrowing of golden hues. Interesting that two women would take thrones in such a short time.

Serin and Oroan exchanged glances. Something about staying the night, much less eating the food in this place, was unsettling. However, there was something in the tone of the princess’ voice that made Serin feel like no was not an answer. The demon master straightened in order to look less casual. The mention of Nami gave her a tinge of worry. They were being offered gold to find the imp and return the chalice. To turn down this deal was also suspicious for a pair like them. An idea formed in her head slowly as the princess swore hands wouldn’t be taken. Of course, what punishment was left if not that?
“That is very kind of you, milady,” she answered with a smile. “The generosity is almost overwhelming. We could use a good rest and meal after last night’s events.” Of course Oroan would normally grumble at this point, knowing flesh and blood would not be part of the meal. However, he kept quiet. “A bag of gold is hard to pass up as well. We can start searching for her immediately if you would allow us.” She bent slightly before tilting her head to look up at Lydia, awaiting her response. Oroan had of course mimicked her movement.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There was a bowl of fruit beside Lydia’s throne, and she reached out to pick up a bunch of grapes, while speaking. Rather than be overly formal, Lydia started to pick off a grape at a time and popped one in her mouth – chewing thoughtfully as the pair spoke about what they knew of Gabriel. “…Gabriel, as in Belial’s lover?” The male asked and much to her pleasure in this, Lydia answered simply. “Yep.” The Demon of Ambition had heard the report first hand from another pair that she had given a ride to in the park, thus then forwarding this information on to Mammon – who reacted just as she had imagined. “I don’t suppose she went to war to avenge him.” He continued. Lydia smirked and then waved her gloved hand dismissively. “Oh no. Mammon was furious at the idea of a woman being on the throne of Wrath….and how the poor Prince Belial had been betrayed by his lover. He found women to be untrustworthy.” Now, if you were to hear Lydia say this, and then of course put all the pieces together about the fact SHE was now the Princess of Greed, you would have to wonder. “Mammon was the one that started the war.” Course, Lydia didn’t let on that he was given a little push, but in a very cunning way. “I dare say he would roll in his grave if he knew….heh.” Lydia didn’t finish her sentence but if you could see her eyes they were positively glistening. Be it from the fact she had used her very nature to secure the ultimate prize. His own kingdom.

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Taking another grape and popping it into her mouth, Lydia was pleased to hear that the pair would seek out the cheeky little brat that had stolen the chalice. Snapping her fingers, a servant appeared and then handed the bag of gold to the pair. “Now. I am trusting you both to return that girl and of course the royal chalice she stole from me.” The gold coins jingled in the pouch and it was safe to say it was a considerable sum.

Business having been concluded, Lydia rose from her throne and then decided now was the time to write up those invitations. Devil knows they weren’t going to write themselves. “Good day.” Lydia said, taking her leave and with Scar following along behind her like a shadow, they departed from the room.

Going out into the corridor, Scar asked about Mariela. “Little witch seems to be a bit quiet. You really think she is up to the task of being Duchess of Greed? She couldn’t even use her powers to catch a thief.” The Demon of ambition just tutted as she walked along. Her thoughts were on other matters. The ball was to be a significant event in the history of Hell’s royals, and nothing was going to stop her from planning it. “She’ll find her feet. Eventually.” Lydia said dryly, before turning back into her study. Reaching the desk, she took out a large wad of parchment and started to write out invitations to each of the Prince’s of Hell….and of course, one Princess. Each invitation was to the reigning Monarch and a partner of their choice. Other nobles invited included the Warlock Raul – owner of the Red velvet, and the famous Doctor – Doctor Wilhelm of Hell’s Kitchen. There were bound to be other nobles and all would get an invitation.

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One after the other the invites were written out, and rolled up by none other than Scar, who wanted to be helpful. As each rolled parchment was tied off and sealed with a wax seal from Lydia’s ring of Greed, a black raven would be perched on her window sill and for each invitation another would come and fly off in the direction of the kingdom or business that the invitation was destined to go. Once all the invites had been sent, Lydia eased back in her chair and drummed her clawed fingers together. Her eyes danced as she thought about the ball and just who would attend. Each would have a reason to come. But Lydia had plans…..oh…grand plans. It would be a night that no one would ever forget.

 

~RB~

 

Moo:  Serin felt wary of Lydia, due to the irony of her position and timing of Mammon’s death. She would not give this away as she nodded, smiling gratefully. The pouch of gold was jingled before being dropped in her hand, as a sign that there was plenty within it. The woman pursed her lips before glancing up at the princess, who was already rising from her throne. Her lips parted, wanting to protest being paid before the deed was done. Now the trio couldn’t wouldn’t get away as easily.

“Maybe we should leave it here,” Oroan muttered after Lydia’s exit. It was quiet enough so that Mariela might not hear. “Taking it would only put a target on us as well.” He stared at her from the side, having to lower his head to make eye contact.

Serin nodded her head after a moment. She turned to Mariela and set the pouch in her hand before taking a step back. “We wouldn’t feel right in taking the gold without catching the thief first.” A brief pause while she smiled reassuringly. “I got a good look at her, but it might be a little tricky. We’ll look for the chalice at any nearby shops as well.”
With that being said, the two were on their way, being led from the throne room back out to the front gate. And from there, they would wander into the courtyard to look for Nami. They did not plan on coming back.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The last of the Ravens had been given the invites to the Masquerade ball much to Lydia’s delight. Seeing them fly off into the skies of hell, the Demoness of Ambition wrapped her arms around herself and smirked a child like grin. Oh, she was always up to something. Plotting and scheming, but she never let anyone on to it. Scar set down the royal seal and then asked of his Mistress; “So…going off to bed then?” That alp didn’t miss a trick. He was hoping she was going to lay down and sleep for that was the time when he could invade her dreams. Not to mention sit upon those ripe breasts of hers. Oh how he loved them. Often when she wasn’t paying attention he was admiring her rounded and ample bosoms that always peeked out of the top of her gowns. She flaunted sexuality and well, if Scar had anything to say about it. Lydia, on the other hand was wise up to Scar’s devilish tricks and rounded on him. “I’m not even tired. Might have an all nighter.” At the mention of this, she stuck out her tongue playfully at the alp, before taking her leave from the room. “Go bother Mariela. See if you can’t get a cuddle with her.” Lydia’s words floated back, and the cheeky Alp grinned, before turning himself into a tiny butterfly – with that odd hat still on it’s head, and went fluttering off after the unsuspecting witch.

Greed : Blacksmith shop

Down the winding stone stair case Lydia went with a light click clack of her shoes. Her gown making a delightful hush like sound against the stone stairs, till at last she came upon the Blacksmith shop. Thankfully, that annoying dwarf was off on an errand, and that left Lydia to her devices. With a cat like walk she entered the room that was to the ceilings high with all manner of weapons, swords, shields, axes and of course one particular suit of armor. Beserker.

Slowly Lydia approached it – walking around the perimeter as her slender digits caressed the outside of the metal suit. The eyes of the skull helm started to flare up to a sight of burning coals. The helm itself following the Demoness’s movements as she was almost being affectionate to it.

“You never did tell me just how Mammon fell.” Lydia purred as she came around to stand before the suit of armor, that tilted its helm down towards his Mistress. A long and slow sound emitted from its mouth grill.

“Swy xdoky ab Qlosw heylpyk tu xaku, uail Werwfyzz.”

(translation : “The blade of Wrath pierced my body, your Highness.”)

“Oh yes…Gabriel’s blade. Poor Mammon. I dare say he was too far gone by then.” Lydia added, her hand reaching up towards the skull helm and then caressing its cheek. At this the suit started to chuckle and loudly.

“Wy kekf’s dyojy qeswais o holsefr zwas. Zofy yfairw sa rejy swy Hlefpyzz o holsefr…rebs.”

(translation : “He didn’t leave without a parting shot. Sane enough to give the Princess a parting…gift.”)

Lydia’s eyes lit up and she even chewed her lip. Her head turned slightly as though eager to hear more about this gift.

“Gift? He hated the woman. Why would he give her something as he was dying?” She asked, now that curiousity had gotten the better of her. Much to her delight, the armor would answer.

“Ef talfefrz derws, swyly qaidk xy o zerws – bal afpy o qatof, o tof qaidk xy ef hdopy.”

(translation : “In mornings light, there would be a sight – for once a woman, a man would be in place.”)

“WHAT? He turned her into a man? A curse? Ahahahaha….really?” Lydia drew back her hand and placed it over her chest as she was in shock by what the armor had just revealed. It was scandalous…and almost too funny to be true. Lydia’s laughter would be infectious and even the armor could not resist as he chuckled along with her – though his voice much deeper.

“Mammon was really keen to see men retain the thrones of Hell, but this…..this is insane. OH…OH..imagine waking up to see a dick when you got to pee. AHAHAHAHAAHA!” Lydia was nearly doubling over in laughter but then she started to right herself as the cogs and wheels started to turn in her mind. If Gabriel had been turned into a man, then surely she would want a quick fix. A way to break the curse. Lydia’s face became almost gleeful at the prospect of being able to right the wrong. But would the price be too high? Again Lydia smiled at the armor and blew a kiss.

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“This ball….is going to be more exciting than even I had dreamed it would be. Ahaha……AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Fade to black……..

 

~RB~