Here comes Mother – The Black Tower : PD

While Marguerite  is off at the Witches Circle, Marcus learns more about Madame Green’s visions, till Mother Dearest makes a shocking return.

Co-written with Artie.

(RP- Supernatural Fantasy)

Artie:

 

The Black Tower

 

“Oh, Marcus. I shouldn’t lie by telling you that you were my only reason… Your brother’s life in shambles is my daily amusement, you understand… But I will admit you played quite a part.” The oracle purred, raising her hands to his jawbone. The two would remain as such, though a moment after she would pull away, gazing at him with sly eyes. “Oh, how are you two even related..?” It was a wonder to the Madame – one was witty, cunning, attractive, sly… and the other temperamental, hopeless, and reckless. The Madame could not recall the two brothers having a different upbringing, really, but they were so different they might as well be from different roots. They did, however, share their features of stunningly dark hair and vibrant blue eyes.. That, she admitted, was attractive of Raul – though, in her opinion, Marcus did it better..

“Your mother is a lovely woman.” The Madame would grin, teasingly for a moment more. At this she would twirl away from Marcus, but still hold onto his hand, as one might when dancing and twirling from their partner. Her eyes were bright as she gazed to him, holding mischievous energy but also a paradoxical innocent one.. Her eyes would go to the bar, instead passing the cup he had poured for her and taking a beer instead. “Oh, I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps a drink in these times are best.” Madame would twist the bottle open with her powers, as if she was unscrewing it, hand hovering over the cap.. From there she would sit upon the couch, sitting from it and gazing at the Black brother..

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“Oh, Marcus… Begin fortifications, if you know what is good for you.. A turn of the century for Hell is coming.. and it is not just that of the child.” The woman casually placed her beer on the coffee table, then leaned back against the couch, folding a leg over the other and placing her hands into her lap – this would seem as if she was getting comfortable, but was truly a guise of the paralysis that would come upon her, eyes turning white just as she’d leaned back – her face slackened, head falling backwards against the piece of furniture.. This would last a few moments – Marcus was familiar with her visions. They were, after all, old friends in a world where friends seemed impossible, only allies that would betray you later. Where her visions were normally peaceful, silent… this one caused her eyes to flutter, a soft moan of fear coming from her lips as her brows would furrow…

Razorbackwriter:

The Black Tower

Noticing the sudden quiet, which was unusual in itself when Mother was around, the devilish Black son suddenly found cause to smirk as he swirled his glass of whiskey.

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Mother….had left the building. It was the perfect opportunity to let his hair down truly, and of course with such charming company as the delightfully wicked Madame Green it could become quite the party. Marcus was more the playboy son of the family, and while Marguerite doted on Raul for god knows what reason, it gave Marcus ample opportunity to be the brat. Though older and the rightful heir to the Black family name, Raul was the chosen one to marry into Hell’s royalty. Mother and her schemes. He thanked the stars that he did not cop the same treatment as Raul did. It would be enough to make any man want to tear their hair out.

“Ahaha…The Elders know how to pick their timing.” Amused to no end, and thankful that he had not yet reached Elder status. Back to the oracle, who was now clutching his jaw and asking how it was ever possible that the two Black sons could be brothers. They were as different as night and day.

“Different fathers, my dear.” It would be a shock to anyone outside the family, for while Marcus was the true heir, Raul was in fact a bastard. Marguerite had gone to great lengths to keep that a secret. “My father headed the Black Dynasty, Raul’s daddy….was some one night stand that Mother had with….with…damn what was his name….Shamus…I think.”To Marcus the name meant nothing, and he was more than happy to spill this little family secret. “My father was better looking. Whoever the twit that got my mother in the sack was….he must have spiked her drink. But…that is past and we all know how pathetic my brother really is. It’s all in the genes.” He tapped his nose as he said this and then let out a loud guffaw when Madame Green announced that his mother was a lovely woman.

“Oh you jest, surely.” Marcus continued with dancing eyes as he twirled the woman around the floor of the room as though they were at a ball. “The Devil himself wouldn’t touch her with a pike pole. Even he has standards.” The wickedness of this Black son was something else. “My position is assured. She can’t manipulate me even if she wanted too. I am my Father’s son.” Of that he was proud.

The conversation however took on a more serious nature, when Madame Green announced that he would need to start building fortifications if he knew what was good for him, and it was not just to do with the child. Marcus raised a brow, when Green let this little cat out of the bag.

“Changes in hell are always a constant. What with the twits that rule the Kingdoms. But….if you recommend that we get ready for whatever new threats are out there, I will do as you say. Can’t hurt, can it?” Marcus released Madame Green’s hand and went to ring a bell to order the head of house to come at once so that plans could be set in place for construction. There would of course be some magic required, and that would be done on a united front. As his back was turned however, he failed to see the change in the woman, who had begun to feel a real fear. Something was coming…but what?

~RB~
Artie:
The Black Tower

It was only for a few moments until Madame had sat up straight, with widened eyes and a shocked look on her face. “My…!” Raul was the spawn of Marguerite and Shamus?! Oh, how deliciously juicy! Such a secret much be spoken sparingly, of course… Didn’t want to give away all of her cards, now did she? “Marcus! Mother Dearest is en route. Oh, this is lovely!” The Madame looked excited, clasping her hands together as she began to spin around the room, then closed her eyes. She appeared as though waltzing, only alone in this act – but a moment would pass and her eyes would blink open as she stopped abruptly, Marguerite’s full plan suddenly coming to her, eyes flashing white. “Oh.” Her excitement was gone as quickly as it had come forth, her face a thin line now. “I do hope you’re not too… greedy.” The Madame let her sentence hang, staring at the warlock. Yes, she had chosen those words particularly – the blue of her true form’s eyes beginning to show through despite her current mask – but it was a mere moment, and the brown had returned.

Perhaps, Madame thought, she should obtain one of these kingdoms herself.. Yes. She was fit to be a Princess, wasn’t she? And, as far as she knew – precious Wrath had died a few moments ago. Wrath, indeed. Ah, but no! The kingdoms were beneath her. The witches confided in her when they did not know what could happen – yes, they were strong, but even they did not possess the skill of foreseeing as far as the Madame could. She was, after all, an oracle. And, despite Madame’s reputation as a bitch, this was only to a few – for the witches knew her as she was. Some were even Madame’s oldest friends. While she and the witches never sat down for afternoon tea and gossiped like carefree birds, they did tend to meet up in specified locations where they could not be interrupted, and inbetween their serious business more trivial news was mentioned. For instance, an older Elder by the name of Rudith’s great-great grandson had recently gotten married. While this mattered really to none of the grouping, it was still something to know – but, as Rudith had joked, “As if Greenie didn’t know that anyway!

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The oracle’s eyes had wandered, gazing about the extravagant and ancient room. It was a few minutes that she was lost in thought, before looking back at Marcus, as though just realizing he was there.. “Oh, Marcus. You say you won’t be manipulated, but just you wait until mother dearest decides you ought to go after the Greed Princess. Who, is already taken, but I don’t suppose she particularly cares. After all, you are merely a pawn to her..” While the Princess and Scar were not official quite yet, Madame could see where their future lay – a happy one. Good on the witch, though Mariela did not quite realize the bumps ahead. The oracle sat once more, though she knew that soon would be the time to take her leave. In only a few moments, Marguerite would have returned.. and boy, did she intend to smirk knowingly. This information had only just been revealed to her – the oracle technically knew the moment that Shamus and Marguerite decided to have sex, but it wasn’t as if she was particularly remembering of the situation. No, only important events, like the birth of Bandit and Raul’s son.. “Here comes the mother.” The words were spoken under her breath, a mutter that only she could slyly here. Any moment, and the matriarch would come crashing in. Oh, this family disaster was better than those shows the humans watched.

Razorbackwriter:

The Black Tower

One of the wonderful things about the oracle, was her ability to sense when someone is en-route to the destination where she was standing. The fact that it was Marguerite that was coming was enough to make Marcus roll his eyes. When he had earlier suggested that if she wanted more answers about Raul and this unborn child, Marcus didn’t know that she would seek out the Witches Circle. He was happy if she pursued Raul’s misadventures than bother him when he was in the company of such a rose as Madame Green. He’d just finished explaining how he would heed her warning about fortifications, but there was one he would love to keep out of Black Tower and that would be his own meddling mother. What was worse was that the oracle was about to relay more than just Marguerite’s movements, but also that she was going to test her son’s will against manipulation after the events that unfolded whilst at the circle.

“Oh, Marcus. You say you won’t be manipulated, but just you wait until mother dearest decides you ought to go after the Greed Princess. Who, is already taken, but I don’t suppose she particularly cares. After all, you are merely a pawn to her..”

“What?” It was the only word that could leave the warlock’s mouth. He knew of Madame Green’s insight, but this…this was a bit much. “I don’t date who my mother picks for me, thank you very much.” Already the hair on the back of his neck was bristling, and his grip on his crystal glass was getting stronger. It looked like he was set to break it with the rising anger that was swelling in him. You could even see the beginnings of his dark aura coming to life. “She knows better than to play Miss Match maker with the Heir to the Black lands.”

As these words spilled from his mouth, the room filled with a gale like wind as Marguerite came into view. She had overheard what Marcus had just said, and then glared at Madame Green who had just finished saying… “Here comes the mother.” in a very low hush that was not meant for anyone else’s ears but her own.

“You might think differently when I spell out to you what took place at the Witches circle….Son.” Marg emphasized the word “son” as she removed her travel cloak and handed it to her man servant; Warner. A bald headed man dressed impeccably in a three piece suit.

Smoothing out her gown from the hasty return to Black Tower, she appeared to be in her element, regardless of whatever face that Madame Green was pulling.

Marcus knew nothing about the new Princess of Greed, safe to say that she had killed Lydia. The brother of Raul had no love for Lydia as he found her far too ambitious and greedy for his own tastes. It was fitting that she was the reigning head as she suited the title well. But Marguerite’s statement did raise his curiosity to a level where he decided to bite.

“Well for one, the girl is a witch. Pretty…blonde. I know, not your type but…she uhm….she basically threatened to take down every leader of the Kingdoms of Hell….along with the entire witches council of elders if they so much as tried to mess with her family.” The power of these words was enough to make Marcus’s jaw drop. Had the killing of Lydia gone to the girl’s head? Or was she being tainted by the powers that would have crossed over to her when the Princess was slain at her hand?

“She threatened Lavinia? All of you?’ Marcus knew the Elder held sway of all witches and warlocks alike. Only offering them Elder status when they had passed her testing. Something that he himself had yet to do. Marcus was not normally just go to see Lavinia as she demanded so his rights to Elder-ship had yet to be fulfilled.

“Everyone….even the Dark one.” Marguerite could see the wheels in Marcus’s mind turning over. This wasn’t merely match making, this was so much more.

“So where is this girl now?’

Hook…line and sinker.

Marguerite smiled in triumph. She knew her son could hardly resist a challenge, especially with a girl who had just made enemies with everyone he knew.

“Still at Witches Circle, but if she had any sense at all, she’d return to that kingdom of hers, before word gets out of her vulnerability. Her family.”

That was enough for Marcus, who turned to Madame Green and bowed.

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“I have a date with a blonde. Why don’t you and Mother play bridge….or knit booties for Raul’s child.”

With a laugh he vanished into a darkened mist, leaving Marguerite standing there with her attentions turned onto the oracle.

“Greed….will be mine.”

~RB~

 

The Black Tower – Green’s Gossip : PD

Madame Green had come to snitch, but it was not the best idea to do it in front of a witch.

Artie:

 

A yelp of slight pain and surprise would stir from the femme fatale, the glass shattering as though she’d been gripping it too tightly – but no, it was simply Raul’s way of striking back at her words, through physical means. She grit her teeth and inhaled at the now bleeding cut from the glass along her palm – somewhat surprised. Pain did not often come to her – it was rare that anyone could lay a single finger on her, actually… He would pay for that, Madame knew this much. Oh, simply instilling his mother’s wrath upon him was not enough. Madame intended to pay him back for the slight pain he’d caused her, and she intended it in full. How obnoxious she was, to be wrecking such havock and at the smallest retaliation she took the greatest offense..

“Thank you, Marcus, dear.” The index finger of her left hand would wave over her right palm, where the cut had been.. as she held her glass with her right hand, being a rightie.. A sort of gas-like vapor that was green in color came from her fingertip, the cut itself disappearing within half a minute or so – in this time, she would speak. “He’s been quite bad, Marguerite… The woman he has impregnated is in her twenties.. A thief, rich and an orphan. She has a strong will, however… The child itself, that is a different story.. I would go and sleep, if I were you, by the way. This.. situation.. could take awhile.” Madame would then gaze at Marcus, smiling ever so slightly. “Marcus, feel my hand and make sure it’s healed, please..?” Though she would not just extend her hand to him – she would roll into the male, pressing her back against his chest and holding up her hand, gazing up at him.

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“I do believe I am done drinking, though thank you for pouring me a cup..” While Raul was an insufferable shithead, Marcus.. Well. The two had a fling greater than that of her and Valmont. It was strange, how her “friend” was the brother of someone who hated her. Madame herself could never see marriage in her future, but she could imagine the humor that would be if Raul happened to be her brother-in-law.. Oh, that would be a show! Alas.. She was not focused on that, looking up at the more handsome (in her opinion) brother.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

The Black Castle

 

Marguerite tapped her pointed shoe upon the stone tiled floors as she awaited Madame Green to tell her all about the troubles that Raul had gotten himself into and in particular about this future grandchild to the House of Black. You might wonder why the martriarch would be so annoyed to hear what would otherwise be joyous news, but this was all ill timed. Marguerite had already set about plans to have him marry Lydia, and therefore become a Prince of Hell that way. It was a less messy way of doing things, so to have Raul get some other girl pregnant just wouldn’t do. Course, she did not know about Lydia’s death yet. That was something that Marcus had just found out. He…was busy tending to the Madame since Raul’s stormy exit left the woman with a cut hand from the shattered crystal. Staring at Marcus and Madame Green with blazing eyes of anger, she was treated to a tale that would have her jaw drop.

Apparently, Raul in his stupidity had gotten a simple thief pregnant. A girl with strong will, but no title to be had. In fact there was no speaking of just what nature of girl she was. It was really very little to go on, and Marguerite continued to fume with her mouth now twisting and showing cracks between her lipstick and the edge of her lips.

To make matters worse, Madame Green tried to be dismissive towards the matriarch of the Black household. There was no real explanation as to why the child would be strong from such coupling, and that the story was too long winded to be explained in one sitting.

“MARCUS! YOU WILL GET THIS WOMAN TO EXPLAIN ALL!” Her voice now raised as crackles of energy reared from her form. Leaving Madame’s side for a moment, the cheeky younger brother sidled up to his Mother and then patted her hand like she was an old lady.

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“There there Mother. You are putting yourself into a tizz. Your dreams of Raul marrying Lydia have turned to crud, since the Princess of Greed has passed on.” He stared at her with a look of compassion and something of a pout. “I know you were hoping for some big….fat wedding, but its not to be. Raul, for all his boyish charm seems to make a mess of things. He couldn’t even stop the death of Lydia. He must have impregnated the girl out of grief.” What a bunch of bullshit, but he was good at winding Mummy around his finger when it suited him. He was always attentive, unlike Raul who couldn’t be far enough away.

“Why don’t you go and consult your bones and those hairy backed witches to see more about this child. I’ll keep Madame company.” Marcus kept patting his mother’s hand and cooing at her till she relented. She shot one last glance at Madame before turning on her heel and marching out of the room. So much to take in and now a new threat. A child of Black, if a son…..would be the next heir to the family fortune and estate.

With his mother gone, Marcus strolled happily back up to the Madame’s side.

“Now…where were we?” He wrapped his arms around the wicked Madame Green and whispered in her ear. “Do tell me that it was me you came to see, and not here only to set the cat among the pigeons with Mother, or cause more grief for my pathetic excuse of a brother, hmm?”

~RB~

The Black Tower : PD

The Black Tower

 

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The Black Tower
Razorbackwriter:

The raven had flown in a different direction to that of Zachary. While the Embassy staffer was on the right trail, Raul had one place he wanted to stop at off first, and this was more or less dropping in to pick up an artifact to assist him. His fury at the Fallens was nothing compared to how he felt now. He knew what he heard. There was no mistaking that Bandit had called to him, begging him for help. And help he shall.

Flying across darkening skies, he was travelling back to his ancestral home. Known simply as the Black Tower, it had given rise to many of the Black family. While his mother remained in residence, the wandering Warlock often went beyond it’s borders to seek out new spells, allies and of course….his slaves. Marguerite was not fond of Raul bringing home his women, and often beat him about the head viciously when he ever did something that displeased her. You could say that she wasn’t exactly a maternal figure. If it was possible to get into the Tower and simply grab what he needed before flying out again, he would. Trouble was the gargoyles that sat upon the top most turrets of the tower kept watch of all that entered the castle, and were certain to alert their Mistress of the prodigal sons return.

Darting through an open window, which just so happened to be the study, the raven hovered over a table, before changing back into his bipedal form. He landed heavily upon the oak desk and let out a sigh as it appeared that no one had caught sight of him yet. At least that is what he thought.

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“Hello Brother.” A smarmy voice said, as a head popped up from one of the velvet couches. It was Raul’s brother Marcus. Raul rolled his eyes. Oh…how he hated his brother. He was the last one that he wanted to see first up. Marcus on the other hand was more than delighted to see Raul. it would mean that Marguerite had someone else to focus her wrath at.

“Mother missed you so.” A mock pout then was followed by a laugh, as he sprang up from behind the couch and waltzed around it to the small mini bar. He started to pour himself a scotch as he waited, almost breathlessly for Raul to say….something.

“I bet she did. Look, I am not here for a social visit. Just to grab something out of my room and….”

“RAUL!”

“Ahahaha….told you she missed you.” Marcus took a swig of his scotch as he watched the scene unfolding before him.

“My baby boy….come to Mummy for a hug.” Marguerite held her arms open. The woman with ample bosom and strikingly young features bore a sickly sweet smile as she waited for her son to do as he was told. Skulking Raul trudged over and he glanced away as he allowed himself to be embraced. Oh, she held him tight for a moment, before smacking him violently about the head.

“YOU…NEVER…CALL….HOME!” ~Whack whack whack~ It was true. He didn’t. Why on earth would he want to keep his bat shit crazy mother on his speed dial. Watching Raul getting beaten, Marcus couldn’t hide his amusement if he tried. Oh how he loved family reunions. When Marguerite finished beating him about the head, she seemed to switch back to the caring mother side, hugging her son again and then patting his chest.

“Mummy loves you, my baby boy.”

Talk about twisted. Raul tried to smile at his mother, but it was clear his head was throbbing from the attack.

“Yes, yes Mother. Uhm…as much as I like this, I need to get something from my room.” He was keen to make a hasty retreat to his room, to find what he needed, but his Mother….well she was having none of that.

“Only when you fill in Mummy of how you have been. I’ve been so worried. You need to take your medicine. I always make sure you take it when you are here. I should get it now!” It was like talking to someone with ADD. Before he could respond, she dashed out of the room at speed. At this point, Marcus doubled over laughing.

“That…was so worth it.” He had tears rolling down his cheeks from laughter, as Raul stood there rubbing the back of his head. “Why won’t she just die?” Raul wasn’t exactly fond of the woman. When Marcus got over the hilarity of the moment, he then sauntered over to his brother and asked.

“So…how’s Lydia?”

One word summed up that situation. “Dead.”

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“Shit. No spring wedding then.”

Apparently not.

~RB~
Artie:
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A sudden laugh came from the next room, and suddenly Madame had popped her head in to visit her dearest warlocks. “Now, now, Raul.” Madame purred, smiling then with brightened eyes. “That woman brought you into the world, don’t be surprised if she takes you out of it!” The words were cheery, against their dark meaning. “Ah, Marcus. Hello, lovely.” The witch would gaze at the other Black brother, sharp and deep brown eyes meeting his pair of blue. Her hair was darkened under her own spell, as she would never want Raul to know her true identity.. And, of course, her facial structure itself was different. She wouldn’t allow Raul or any of these sniveling warlocks to know her own identity – to recognize her truly would be a catastrophe! Though, from the slight shine around her face, she indicated to them that this was merely a mask, and not her true appearance.. For most, she would simply let the illusion go, but she wanted Raul to know it was a fraud..

“So, when’re you going to tell mother dearest about your child?” Madame tilted her head, looking at Raul – though, right on cue, she could hear Marguerite enter the room. “Oh, Marguerite! Raul didn’t tell you? You’re going to have a grandchild! She’s in her hideout, Raul, you might want to head there before your mother kills you..” Madame would smile, leaning back against the bar’s counter, taking a scotch glass and putting it to her lips to drink, an amused look on her face.. Ah. Marcus would get a kick out of this, surely? Madame definitely would..

Razorbackwriter:
The Black Tower

How Raul ever thought that he could just sneak in and get an item of Bandit’s without being detected showed that the Warlock was not thinking with his head at all. With his mother now in a flap over him being home and racing to get him some of that disgusting medicine of hers, he didn’t think it could get much worse. But…it could. The sound of laughter came from another room while Marcus was speaking with Raul. Couldn’t have been a member of staff, since they would know the repercussions from such insolence. The owner of the laughter however was a mere guest of the Blacks, but as soon as she spoke, there was no mistaking the tone.

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“That woman brought you into the world, don’t be surprised if she takes you out of it!” Such true words. In a way, the idea of having his mother give him some of that foul concoction could be a one way ticket out of this life. Raul scowled, when the woman swung into the room, much to the delight of Marcus, who was greeted with all the joy of a long lost friend. Marcus was still holding his glass of whiskey, with a smug expression still firmly in place. Marcus simply tipped the glass at her as a way of acknowledging her presence, but the twinkle in his eye spoke volumes.

“So, when’re you going to tell mother dearest about your child?”

This one sentence was enough to cause Raul to start a coughing fit, while Marcus on the other hand was pleasantly surprised. You could say that Raul’s brother found it too good to be true. Raul was never going to hear the end of this.

“Ever heard of a condom, brother?”

“Shut up, you.” Raul shouted at his brother before in a shot of anger he rounded on Madame Green. Disguise or not, he was pissed that this female busy body was entering the Black home to spread gossip. “Cats out of the bag now, brother. Wait till Mother…”

But Madame Green was going to beat Marcus to the punch. Singing out to her that Raul was going to provide her with a grandchild and that she was in her hideout presently. Raul shot daggers at Madame Green, as a ferocious scream of rage came from the other room.

“He what? A grandchild? RAUL TERADOR BLACK! YOU COME HERE AT ONCE AND EXPLAIN THIS OUTRAGE!”
That was it. With his mother set to attack her son over this terrible news, Raul was not about to hang around and be set upon. Madame Green had given him the location of his Bandit and unborn child, so the need to scry one of her personal items was no longer needed. Raul held up his hand as he muttered an incantation causing the crystal glass that Madame Green held to shatter, before he turned back into a raven and flew at speed out of the room. Talk about a hasty exit.

Marguerite charged into the room, right as Raul made his escape, and she snarled furiously as she crossed the floor and shook her fist at his departing form.

“YOU COWARD!…YOU COME BACK HERE AT ONCE!”

Course, there was no way that Raul was going to do any such thing, now that he knew Bandit’s location. But the thing was that Madame Green did. Marcus was cautious at this point in time. He was not exactly his Mother’s favorite, and it was part of the reason that he was able to get away with a hell of a lot more than his baby brother.

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“Oh Mother….guess he is not staying for dinner.” Marcus winked at Madame Green before continuing. “Shall I follow him and find this grand child for you?” The older warlock started to pour Madame Green another drink since the last one would be all over the counter top.

Marguerite turned on Madame Green with her hands on her hips. She was the one that brought the news and now the elder Witch wanted answers.

“What do you know of my Son and the woman that is bearing my grandchild?”

~RB~

The Oracle : The Embassy of Hell – PD

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

 

Kiri:  

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

Artie:

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Embassy of Hell

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

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

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

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

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

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“Zach…Nicholas? We are leaving…now!”

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

 

~RB~

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

Raul’s Heartbreak – The Rusty Nail : PD.

Having lost the battle in the Maze of Greed, the Warlock Raul has gone to the Rusty Nail Inn to drown his sorrows.  Fate however has a Dark Mistress.

 

Tavern – The Rusty Nail

 

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Defeated. The great Warlock Raul had to walk away from Bandit and the others after he had been blocked at every turn. The memories of seeing Bandit near death and crying out to be held tore at his heart strings. A heart once so black that you would think that it was filled with tar. That girl though. After everything he had done to her in the past. She was still a fighter. Proud…resilient. It was what he found so fascinating about her for so long and right up to what could have been the end of her life she fought. Tooth and nail. Could he really blame Habib or the witch for their warnings? Scar needed a good kick in the head though. Oh yes, Raul was sure of that. He never thought of himself as a coward, no. But the Warlock knew when the cards had been dealt against him. All his plans had turned to dust and been blown away at the death of Lydia. His foul schemes and wicked trysts had all come back now to haunt him. Raul didn’t even get to see the end of Lydia. No doubt she was now trapped in purgatory….forever. A place where she may never again cause harm to another soul.

It had been a long walk from the maze and then onto the road that led to the Rusty nail. A watering hole and something of a gambling den. It was frequented by travelers, merchants and the lower end of society. A meeting place…a bar to drown your sorrows, and Raul had a lot of those.

Was revenge in his mind? Not really. He was too busy worrying about Bandit. So stupid really, since he was the one that caused her to be in this mess. There would come a day when their paths crossed again. There was no mistaking that. The past tends to catch up with you at some point, and when she was well enough the girl may well come after him to end him once and for all. She had enough allies if that was the case.

Stepping inside the rustic building, he was met by the noise of musicians, drunken laughter and whooping, along with the chatter of many a man and woman. Spirits were high, but for what reason remained unclear. The warlock moved to a back booth and gestured for the bar wench to come serve him a bottle of rum. He planned to make a night of it.

 

~RB~

 

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RAUL! Raul the Black!” A scolding tone in a voice of an mature woman came from the warlock’s far side. Ah, Madame Green, the Queen of all that caused lust – but yet, also, the very essence of prophecy, forever shaming men who claimed to be an oracle better than she. Raul was familiar with her, in only that she would occasionally drop a few clues in the path of his life… Today, would not be an exception. Her eyes focused on his behind her mask, keeping her very identity hidden. She wore a wig, furthering the mystery behind the woman’s name. For all he knew, she could be very young, or very old – surely magics helped to change her voice’s ring?

Stopping in the tavern while your mate holds your son in her womb? Tsk, tsk.. I thought I taught you better.” Large lashes swooped over her eyes as she would flutter them coyly, pursing the deep rouge that was her lips and gazing at him with the intensity of her blue eyes. She sat on a large and red throne, made of cushioned fabric as a well behaved Russian Blue cat (named Spike, in case one wished to know) that was a constant accessory sat in her lap. Its eyes gazed at Raul disapprovingly, as if knowing exactly what he had done and what his master had said.

Madame Green crossed one leg over the other, the cat moving accordingly to not inconvenience her. “What a child your son will become.. You both have eyes of blue, but the child’s will be amber or violet – either way his powers swing, well. That will determine his eye color. You can guess which color means what.. A powerful mutt that you two have bred. I’m surprised that the little thief hasn’t yet decided to teach him her ways. Ah, what a shame it would be for the child’s powers to go to waste.. Grimm. Yes. That’s the boy’s name.

Intelligent eyes gazed at the warlock, gauging for his reaction – but if he dared to make a move towards her, he would find himself hit by an immensely powerful force field that not even he could attempt to combat – she held powers greater than his.. “I am worried, as a user of the arts myself.. Your son possesses powers that not even you.. nor I can imagine, Raul.” This within itself was a big deal, as the sorceress he spoke to was the among most powerful that man had seen.. If she questioned his son’s power, then what would it mean when the child was matured..?

 

 

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The Rusty Nail.

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The Warlock had his back to mostly everyone in range of him. His slouched form hovering over the booth table as a pewter mug of rum was slid across the wood by a passing barmaid. He seized it by the handle and took a large gulp, not even letting it touch the sides of his mouth. Raul just wanted to drown his sorrows and forget that woman that he left behind. He never expected for someone to call out his name.

“RAUL! Raul the Black!”

Barely had the taste of rum hit his lips when the scathing and vicious tone of a woman was heard. Callous and cold. Raul closed his eyes for a moment, as he tried to place a name to the voice and in two seconds, he felt a terrible pain in his chest as the shock of who it was started to sink in. Had she heard of his failures in Greed? Of the woman that he left behind and his wounded pride.

“Stopping in the tavern while your mate holds your son in her womb? Tsk, tsk.. I thought I taught you better.”

Raul froze in his seat. His eyes…the pupils dilated at the next sentence to leave her tongue. He actually had to repeat it to himself twice to make sense of it. Raul turned his head slowly, only to see the masked woman who sat upon a throne..oddly placed within the tavern. She sat stroking a cat, while staring at him through the bizarre mask. Dark hair cascading down her shoulders. The right edge of Raul’s lip twitched as he could feel the core of his dark heart now beating with a renewed fury.

“Madame Green. You speak lies. My Bandit is not pregnant. She was barely alive when I left her.” As far as Raul knew that was the truth. Pushing away the tankard of rum, he brought his palms down on the table in front of him and then used it to force himself to stand. Right foot out he went to be clear of the booth, as he stared the woman down. It was then she went on about the prophecy, and at each word, Raul’s fingers were twitching…aching to release a powerful bolt of energy to thrust into her very being. Hatred swelling like poison in his veins.

“What a child your son will become.. You both have eyes of blue, but the child’s will be amber or violet – either way his powers swing, well. That will determine his eye color. You can guess which color means what.. A powerful mutt that you two have bred. I’m surprised that the little thief hasn’t yet decided to teach him her ways. Ah, what a shame it would be for the child’s powers to go to waste.. Grimm. Yes. That’s the boy’s name.”

“YOU LIE!” Raul refused to believe it. The woman he loved…pregnant and not only that with a child that will hold great powers. His name even being said. This couldn’t be true. “It’s not true….that’s impossible.” He would have known….he would have felt it. Raul’s eyes darted about as he tried so hard to digest what she was saying.

“I am worried, as a user of the arts myself.. Your son possesses powers that not even you.. nor I can imagine, Raul.”

“BITCH!” Raul raised his arms and tried to blast her with a massive bolt that was akin to lightning, but all it did was bounce off her force field and slam back into him. The force of this blew him back into a table of gamblers and whores, sending them all flying. Legs in the air, people screaming. The tables and chairs broke, as Raul tried to crawl out of the mess of people. Finally getting to his feet, the Warlock was smoldering, and panting hard.

“If you are seriously lying to me….Madame Green, so swear it I will rip out your ovaries via your sweet lips.” Raul stared her down as you could see a trail of blood coming from his right temple. ~RB~

 

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It was a tinkling laugh, yet somehow evil to its core. She reveled in his fear, his anger. Oh, how amusing it was to be an oracle. “I speak truths that you wish were lies.” The woman spat back, baring her teeth for a brief moment. “Ah, but do try, Raul. I need some entertainment in my life, your agony as you even attempt to lay a finger on me will suffice.” Her glare was splitting – if effective, he would suddenly feel agonizing pain his head, as though someone was slowly cutting off the top half of it, as well as the screams of thousands of tortured souls booming through his ears.. and this was all caused by a glare.

Get up, you fool.” Madame’s gaze softened to stop the pain that he could have been feeling, but remained sharp towards him.. “Go find your mate, before she makes a stupid decision to kill the damned thing.. Or perhaps we’re all better off with such a powerful child dead..” The female would pause, tilting her head thoughtfully. Her eyes would turn a striking white color, her face slackening as another vision engulfed her.. This one was short, only half a minute, her eyes focusing on him afterwards.. “She is teetering on the edge of killing it or leaving it alive. But where oh where could she possibly be found..?

Of course Madame Green knew the answer.. This was all just a play to her, after all. Whether the child lived or died was, frankly, none of her concern.. Perhaps it would be easier on the rest of them if such a powerful being never came into existence.. There was an agonizing amount of time before Madame Green spoke, oblivious to any words or actions Raul may have done or uttered, her gaze focusing only on the background. As she looked at him now, she would smile in a calculating way.. “Oh? You wish to know a location? Try the place where mountains grow.. Where those who fly lose their wings.. Shall I say.. Fall?” A cackling laugh at her own little joke..

 

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The Rusty Nail

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Madame Green’s merriment in Raul’s angered state brought nothing but a foul scowl from the Warlock. How dare she express pleasure at his torment. The Bitch. He thought that Lydia had been bad, but this woman…this masked bovine for want of a better word was treating the Warlock no better than a dog. She chuckled at how she was speaking the truth that he wished were lies. Of course he wished she was lying. To know that Bandit carried his child meant that he had done one thing right. Proof of their union…proof of his love. But having her carry the child at such a dangerous time and in the arms of that damned Fallen – Habib meant that both she and his unborn were well out of his reach.

Getting to his feet, the sound of bits of the table and other things were heard dropping from his coat as he tried to right himself properly. The woman ordering his to get up and calling him a fool. All that earnt her was a fierce growl of contempt.

“Go find your mate, before she makes a stupid decision to kill the damned thing.. Or perhaps we’re all better off with such a powerful child dead..”

“Oh trust me, I shall leave no stone un-turned in the hunt for her now. Starting with Greed!” He already had those people in his sights for sending him away. Did they know that Bandit was pregnant? Was this all a ploy? He didn’t trust anyone anymore. Burnt by Lydia, he was now flying solo. “As for the girl trying to kill her own child. I doubt very much that she had it in her to kill it. Regardless of how it came to be. Even if she hated me….she would not kill her own.”There was a fierceness in his voice. Adamant that he knew her well enough to know how she would be emotionally. She was a fighter, through and through. Her will to live strong….and her will to love….well, he knew she was capable of it.

The oracle continued to play word games with Raul, and he was pacing back and forth like a wolf ready to spring an attack. Every so often he snarled at her words. But one thing that she did do, was one last riddle that pinpointed not only where she might be….but also who she was with.

“…Where those who fly lose their wings.. Shall I say.. Fall?”

“Habib!….Krakus Mountain.” There…it was easy when you knew the Fallen as well as Raul did. After all, he used to serve the Warlock all those years ago.

Taking one last look at the oracle, he then sneered at her menacingly. “I would say it has been a pleasure, but meeting you is the equal to having my balls removed and fed to a dog. Very….unpleasant.” That said…he marched out of the tavern and into the square….ready to start his trek towards Krakus Mountain.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:

 

Another client well serviced, if I say.. Madame’s grin only widened at his last words. “Well the pleasure was all mine, my dear!” She’d called after him, then smiling half-way. The eyes of the oracle/seer closed as she rested in thought, pondering. She would focus on that story for a moment, seeing what was in store — oh! A laugh came from her as she clapped her hands together, the laugh itself sharp and surprising. “Glorious!” Something in the foreseeable future had made her happy.. Which was not at all a good thing. “Valmont! Oh, I must!” Yes, she was indeed talking to herself out loud… but this was a normal occurrence, so none looked over at her in her throne, in the back corner of the room but still visible to the stage and near the bar.

Madame stood, Spike giving a mew of discontent at being forced from her lap and onto the floor. “Yes, yes, I know my lovely. Mama will be back.” Madame bent over, running her hand over the feline’s head and then scratching behind his ears. “Fascinating little thing, you are. Keep my seat warm, hmm?” The cat would jump back onto her seat and she walked to the door, pushing it open and stepping into the street. One moment she was there, the next an empty space. The only indication of her presence was the wet mark of her heel’s imprint on the street from stepping in a small puddle of beer.

Bromance – The Embassy of Hell : PD

Madame Green was making herself known at the Embassy, feeling it in her mind to pass on some very interesting gossip.  Valmont and Nicholas may well have to investigate.

 

Tsu:  Nicholas had watched him talk, listening. Yes, hopefully whoever took next would do better. It was something he hoped, maybe someone who will have different ideals but, Nicholas wouldn’t wish. A small chuckle escaped his lips from his comment about the tie, indeed he did.

” Indeed you did, I’m very proud of you.” He said a bit teasingly and shook his head.

It was rather interesting about his relationship with him, you could say it was a unique one at it. Granted, he didn’t know about Nicholas secret, even though they were honest about things. It was something he would never tell, unless he found the right time to say it and not be afraid of the outcome. A small smile came to his face hearing about the paper work, as he walked over now.

” You’re right, it can wait. It’s time to each for, I’m starved to-“ He was cut off by hearing a woman’s voice saying ” Valmont, dear!”

Nicholas looked over and realized who it was, he thought no one was coming by. But, of course it was Madame Green, always unpredictable at times. He had looked between the two and knew of them, Nicholas knew almost any relationship between Valmont and people he knew but, some he didn’t or wished not too.

” Pleasure to you too, Ms.Green.” He said with his polite manner tone and gazed her over.

Hearing about the delay in the kitchen he was rather nervous, what was going to happen? Hearing the counting and the loud crash, he’d sigh a bit and wonder what happened. Apparently lunch will be delayed then, for a couple of minutes at least. A hand went up to rub his temple a bit, it sliding through his hair after and then landing back by his side.

” You’re looking good yourself, Ms. You’re most welcome to join us for lunch, once the kitchen is finished of course..” Nicholas said and then looked back over to Valmont.

 

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It was good to have such playful banter between the two men. They were close, but not in each other’s pockets. Nicholas often appeared to others to be preoccupied with diligence and good time management. All well and good in the Embassy but sometimes you needed to be a little informal. Nicholas knew when to make light of the Ambassador – picking his moments so carefully. His tease about how he was proud of the fact that Valmont had made the effort to put on a tie this day brought about a happy slap to Nicholas’s back. The hand may have lingered a little, but it was nothing over affectionate.

Kind of like…

Bromance.

As the two were heading to the dining hall, both claiming to be starved, they would be interrupted by the sound of a woman’s voice. One very determined and powerful voice. Her shrill greeting was heard practically across half the embassy. it got not only Valmont’s attention, but also that of Nicholas.

“Valmont, dear!” The voice was unmistakable. Only one woman sounded like her. Madame Green. The only woman in Hell that had managed to stay alive after a few rounds beneath the sheets with the ever intriguing Incubus. “Well, well, Madame Green. You finally decided to pop in and see me. Shame how you never return my calls.” She was well known for being Illusive. Amazing how one so petite, could have such influence and power. The joys of being an oracle. Nicholas was quick to return her greeting, but it now felt like a “three’s company” kind of situation. All back to niceties and formality. Naturally, Valmont being the gentleman that he was, reached for her hand and kissed the back of it tenderly and with affection. His eyes locked on hers for a second, knowing full well that this was not a social call at all. As per usual, it was business. Business….always came first with her.

The stiffness was broken by the sounds of breaking crockery and smashing of glass. Dramas in the kitchen, right as she arrives. Sort of a coincidence, if you asked Valmont. He quirked a brow, not at all sure of what was really going on.

Nicholas invited the vixen to stay for a meal, once the kitchen was in order again, and Valmont added to that invitation.

“I do try to impress, Madame. It’s one of my less sinister charms.”

The Ambassador then gestured for them all to go to the dining room and wait to finally be served. Valmont would usher Madame Green into a seat, and then do the same for Nicholas.

“Madame, I know you are not here for the food. Care to share the reason for your visit?”

 

~RB~

 

Artie:  “Oh, if you insist. But I’ll skip out on eating, you know I’m only here for gossip.” Madame grinned, winking a bit playfully as she was ushered into a seat, resuming the same seating position as before – one leg crossed over the other, though now both of her arms were crossed over her chest. “Listen, Val – yes, I will have tea, thank you.” Madame had turned to the upcoming waiter before speaking to Valmont once more, answering him before he could even ask the question. If she couldn’t see into the future, one might have seen this as imposing and rude, but frankly she felt that she was just saving the poor boy some breath.

“There’s a birth in our midst!” At his eyes gazing at her, she would scoff and roll her eyes. “No, not me!Raul! Yes, the ever-so-friendly warlock. What a character, innit he?” Madame would smile, her eyes adopting a mischievous glint. “With the thief! Ah.. but.. shhh… don’t tell anyone.” Madame smirked, leaning forwards to have both of her forearms against the table, as though she was telling a secret – her index finger would press against her lips, only a laugh slipping through.. This pose would last only for a few moments before she appeared to be quite serious..

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“They’re going to have a boy..! But I have a feeling their child might surpass the powers of Raul. No – I know this. Valmont. The child might be more powerful than I.” Madame suddenly looked somber at this. “The child’s name will be Grimm. I don’t know how much more of a warning I can give on this.” Her brows raised. “The child will be the savior of Hell or the ruin of it.. That much I know.” Would the violet eyes be the child’s.. or amber? Better yet.. which side was what..? With a light huff, Madame sat back. She looked up at the sky, appearing to wait for something.. but what? What could it be that she saw before they did.. Oh, it was always so curious.. “And, of course, I am still going to remain infant free..” A scoff. Valmont knew of her entire situation – it had been discussed before, in the odd chance he may have been theone… But it never happened. Fortunately, she supposed. Though the power that would come from the child would also allow a translation into the father.. So much power.. It was kind of disappointing. Who did the gods assign?

 

Tsu:  Feeling the slap to the back, Nicholas couldn’t help but laugh to himself. It was rather funny, he simply shook his head a bit, as they made there way to the dining hall. Being ushered to sit, he’d take a seat and cross one leg over the other, under the table. Call it one of the feminine traits he has to deal with. Nicholas didn’t have much to input to the conversation, it was mainly between them. Being as he is, he got up and went over to the other table and made the tea and drinks. He would give Valmont the usual, as his usual too. Bringing the plate with a tea cup on it and the tea, setting it down in front of Ms.Green. He was of course one for doing these things so, it was in his job.

Shifting over he handed Valmont his own and retook his seat with his own drink. Listening to the conversation he wondered what was going to happen. Maybe it’d be an interesting turn of events for hell. Someone more powerful? A thought came to his mind but, he disregard it. Nicholas wasn’t one for going into others personal fair, he only knew what he needed and who was known around here. After the time had passed, the doors open and Carlos comes out with a couple of maids. The food would of been served to Valmont and Nicholas, other items being set out on the table as fruit plates and other stuff, encase she had changed her mind. A small sigh escaped his lips as he waited for a moment and took a sip of his drink.

 

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The Embassy of Hell

Valmont should have known. Gossip. That was Madame Green’s whole reason for the unannounced entrance. The Ambassador gave Nicholas a look that would have saidwomen. Sure, he enjoyed them, but he hated it when they got like this. Barely able to keep such juicy gossip under wraps. Oh no, they have to go from place to place like little bees, leaving a calling card with the latest fad or torrid affair. You had to wonder how such gossip would affect the standing of the Princes overall, but Madame Greed must have thought that this intel was of such significance that it needed to be known. Putting on his more passive expression, he listened to what Madame Green had to say, though her recital had a very theatrical edge to it. Think of an opera singer on a stage, in all her finery – belting out a number to woo the audience – or whip them into a frenzy of joyous hysteria.

Madame Green turned down the offer of food, but opted instead for a simple of cup of tea. Why was this starting to feel like a knitting circle? Valmont sat opposite his counterpart; Nicholas – every now and again exchanging looks of why me?”.

“There’s a birth in our midst!”

~Really? That’s what you came for?”~ Valmont thought. He could have read that in the paper, but as she went on, the significance of this event would become more apparent. Though for a moment, his wayward looks granted him the off the cuff remark “No, not me! Valmont blurted a chuckled. “No offence, but you are not the motherly type. I can see you drowning any infant you had at birth, since you are not exactly the kind that would want one to supersede them.”
Valmont knew he was right on that count. But back to the conversation. According to Madame Green, the happy couple that were expecting was none other than Raul and the infamous play toy Bandit. “Hasn’t that man learnt what a condom is?”The ambassador thought that the last thing that Raul wanted was a baby. He knew all about Raul, a vile and cruel man that had been known to have an odd fixation on the human Bandit. But still, why was Madame Green telling them this on one hand, and then swearing them to secrecy on the other. There was something not quite right about this.

“They’re going to have a boy..! But I have a feeling their child might surpass the powers of Raul. No – I know this. Valmont. The child might be more powerful than I.”

There it was. The truth to the reason for her visit. A child. A boy whose power eclipsed his parents, and even the likes of Madame Green herself. The very idea that a child could be the embodiment of such power in a place like the realms of Hell meant that not only was the unborn child and its mother in danger, but it could destroy the balance of all.

“Nicholas, take note of this. The child’s name, everything.”

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As their lunch plates were being set before them now, Valmont was in deep thought about what this situation meant to them all. “The child will be the savior of Hell or the ruin of it..” The ambassador picked up a fork and toyed with it. Staring down at his plate as those words went around and around in his head. If the Mother was still carrying the child, there was time. Time to plan, time to plot. But…as for Raul, he was something of a wild card. Would he kill his own child if the boy was to rival his power, or even eclipse it. There was one thing to worry about the Princes going to war again, but this was a greater threat than any war. It was like the coming of the anti christ….all over again.

“Well, his name matches the situation. Grim.” Valmont shot another look at Nicholas. “After lunch, prepare a coach. We are going on a little trip.” To where though?

~RB~

The Embassy of Hell – PD

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Part of  a new series on the Embassy from Hell.  Featuring characters in previous stories, this is a new version and one that is a delight to write.

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A door opened and steam came out from it, a male walked out from it. His hair was down and a towel wrapped around his waist, walking over he spied out the window from the side at the garden. Nicholas walked away and pulled out his cloths that he wore, consisting of a white shirt, with a blue jacket and long black pants. Standing in front of a mirror, the towel dropped from his waist, he looked like a male, with girlish features but, it wasn’t just that. His whole lower half was of a female, he hid this very well most the time. A small sigh escaped his lips as he dressed himself and looked in the mirror, everything looked neat and tidy, just like he liked it. Bringing a towel up to his head, he dried his hair and then did a simple braid on the side. You’d wonder why a male would braid his hair but, he did it for not wanting to to hang down and because of the hormones of wanting to look like a girl, in a way. Sliding his shoes on, he opened his bedroom door and walked out, after making sure everything was folded and put away.

Today’s activities would probably resolve around just doing things in the embassy. Though with Valmont around you never knew what was expected to happen during the day. Walking down the corridor, Nicholas made his way to the kitchen where he walked in and went towards a chief.

” Hello Carlos, you’re to start lunch. I’d like to make sure everything is going fine as usual. Make sure you keep to the schedule for serving times in the meals.”

After that he had gotten a smile and firm nod from him. Once that was done he walked out and back to the hallway. Where had the ambassador been? Sure enough he’d find him soon or it’d be the opposite. After a couple of moments of thinking he headed off again coming to the living area, it was a large room that sat a couch and a bunch of other furniture. There was everything needed for one to enjoy relaxing time, depending on what they wanted to do. In the corner of the room sat a desk and chair, a rather huge shelf of books behind the chair. Nicholas walked and took a seat in the chair, the chair was faced in the opposite direction so, you couldn’t see if someone else entered the room. The boy shook his head some and picked up a pen, going back to the work he was doing the other day, completely relaxed in his home.
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The paper said it all. The death of the Princess of Greed. What was it with that place? They went through monarchs like hot breakfasts. Valmont shook his head as he read over the front page of the morning’s paper, which he was late in getting. Having been back a short time from his adventure with Ruby, it was back to work – and what a day to come back. Placing his hand on the paper, as he stood at the desk – his eyes darted across the fine print again and again. It was just hard to take in. Oh, he had met Lydia a few times and at no point did he ever think she would ascend to such a high place like taking Mammon’s throne, but this was Hell and anything could happen. It looked very much like Greed itself was cursed.

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The more that Valmont thought about it, he started to piece together that it may not be the people that ran it, but more the way that they let the sin of Greed take them over that actually did them in. Wanting more than you could possibly handle. With great power came great responsibility. Valmont was more than aware of that, and was why he did not over step the bounds of his position.

A new head of Greed would need to be sworn in. But who would that be?

As far as Valmont knew Lydia had no heirs no children. But she was not at all related to Mammon when she got his throne, so there had to be another way. A sign perhaps that one was deserving. But who would want a cursed throne? Valmont rolled his eyes. He knew that he would never want such a position….ever. He liked being the Ambassador. It granted him access to each kingdom and allowed him the right to speak on the behalf of others who were indisposed.

Having read the paper, Valmont knew that a trip to Greed would be in order. To see the possible remains of Lydia and find out just what is going to happen now. With other realms always looking for an excuse to do a take over or start a war, Greed would be a sitting duck. They had already suffered great losses from the war with Wrath and another war so soon would decimate it’s population.

Valmont folded the paper neatly and tucked it under his arm as he left his office and headed out to find Nicholas. The two men would have a great deal to talk about. Walking past a clock, Valmont noticed the time and realized it was close to lunch time. Hopefully his assistant had spoken to Carlos and arranged something. Valmont being very particular about meal times.

Upon coming to the entrance of the lounge room, Valmont just made out the sound of a pen on paper and gathered that someone was seated in the confines of the room

“The news of the day is a shock to the system.”

Valmont strolled in and then over past the chair where Nicholas was seated. As usual he was impeccably dressed and neat. His hair tied back in the neat braid and he looked to be content in his writings. Valmont coughed and had his hand placed to his lips as if to appear polite. Dressed in a smart day suit and his long white locks flowing down over his shoulders, Valmont looked his regal best. His silver eyes soft against the sharp features of his face.

“Lydia is dead…” He handed Nicholas the paper, that showed a picture of Lydia in better times. ~RB~Tsu:The serpent had realized that Valmont had come in yet but, he didn’t put a notice to it. He simply continued on writing more and more, eventually he would be finish. Listening to him talk he pondered on what the news was. Keeping his eyes down he continued on writing and hearing the cough, he knew that he was indeed trying to get his attention. Nicholas had just then finished with his work and looked up towards the paper. He took it and scanned over it. So Lydia was dead? It must be a bunch of commotion going on over it.

” That is indeed a shock, who shall take the throne then? I’m sure their is a lot of commotion over it.” He’d said and set the paper down on the desk.

Adjusting some things on the desk he’d put everything back where it was and neat. After a second Nicholas would rise from his seat and looked down at his watch, it was indeed time almost. His gray eyes had moved to look at Valmont and gave him a quick scan, dressed in business as usual but, he did indeed look his best as always. Though those thoughts were kept to ones self. Putting his hand in his pocket he’d pull out a small black book and opened it, looking down at it. A couple of his bangs would fall towards his face and you could definitely tell his girlish features but, why’d he look like that? After a moment later he looked up at him and gave a smile.

” Apparently you have nothing today, unless something comes up. So, you’re free today to do what you please. And lunch shall be ready in a few minutes so, we can head over there if you want.” He said firmly.

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Nicholas asked a very good question. She was also right as to the fact that there would be a great deal of commotion over it. Letting out a sigh, Valmont actually shrugged his shoulders. They would need to investigate the current situation over in the Greed Kingdom before any analysis could be made. He had no idea who would take the throne. Lydia had kept much to herself and well Mammon – he wasn’t the easiest bastard to deal with. No wonder he died so horribly at the Wrath castle. Fools rush in.

Thankfully, Valmont was no fool, nor was he in a hurry to go over to the Greed Kingdom just yet. It would be unprofessional and almost a bit morbid to go seeking answers. The paper offered little, aside from the fact that the woman was in fact dead. Gruesome details were to follow, that was for certain. It was unusual to see Valmont without answers, but if he was bothered, then he certainly didn’t act like it.

“Let us hope that whoever takes the crown has better luck than the last two, hmm?’ It was said with a light smile as Valmont watched Nicholas arrange things on his desk. So particular he was about things. A neat freak, or merely punctual? We all have our own habits and idiosyncrasies. The incubus never minded, and in fact he appreciated the fact that Nicholas liked things to be tip top and running efficiently. Noticing Nicholas glance at his watch, Valmont knew that there would be a reason for that. Valmont was ready for anything. Dressed in an impeccable suit and his hair brushed to gleaming. He felt Nicholas look him over and this made him chuckle.

“I even remembered to wear a tie.”

” Apparently you have nothing today, unless something comes up. So, you’re free today to do what you please. And lunch shall be ready in a few minutes so, we can head over there if you want.” Stated in a very business like manner. A touch of firmness to his tone, yet…the way that his hair flicked before his eyes…that braid. In a different light, one might consider him effeminate. Always well groomed, but this one time that the lock of hair fell forward – it showed a gentleness to his being. Not that Valmont minded.

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“I think the paperwork can wait.” He had caught on that Nicholas was doing last minute checks. “Let us walk out to the dining hall. I’m starved.” Another one of Valmont’s beaming smiles appeared as he gestured for Nicholas to walk at his side. “No one needs us, hmm?”

Not at the moment they didn’t…but they would soon.

~RB~

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“Valmont, dear!” The blonde appeared, her face visible on the contrary of that Raul had seen, her blonde hair falling effortlessly down her shoulders and to her mid-back. Valmont and she could pass as siblings with such similar features – her jaw was strong for a woman’s, his strong for a male’s. They both had blonde hair, and light eyes with fair skin. While his eyes were devoid of all color, hers were tinted blue. This was their difference. “Ah, Nicholas. A pleasure.” As if she didn’t know they were already there..

“Read the paper already, good, then I am on schedule.. But you, will not be. I do know you’re quite particular about things, but there’s going to be a bit of delay in your kitchen.” Madame Green was short compared to Valmont, and was even short when paired with Nicholas. But her aura was more than enough to make up for it, her hand straightening Valmont’s tie absentmindedly. Ah, yes. The seer, Madame Green. She and Valmont had been somewhat on/off in their relationship, settling for what one would call “friends with benefits” – but the benefits were not often. Business partners? Oh, blast, it was all so complicated.

With a devilish grin she would sit on the chair nearest the two, crossing one leg over the other. “In 3.. 2..” CRASH! The shattering of glass was heard in such a monstrous noise, even with the kitchen being ways away. “Lunch will be delayed by… Approximately three and a half minutes.” Her eyes flashed white and then returned to their pale blue. “No. Six minutes, 47 seconds if you decide to check on it. Carlos is panicking enough, your appearance will leave him flustered. I don’t blame him, you do look quite.. what’s the word.. smashing, Valmont.” A smirk as she would take her index finger, pressing the tip to her bottom lip and leaning back, the other arm crossing over her chest.~3~

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

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

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab

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

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

“You’re foul.”

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

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

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

HE PUT THE ARM ON TO HIS OWN BONE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The army.

The Doctor bowed his head, and then spoke softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~RB~

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Father Time nodded in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~RB~