The Whisper of Death [1]

Continuing from The Whispers of Death Introduction.

RP Collaboration.

Fortune:

Fortune stared at herself in the hotel mirror after getting ready for dinner, the loose curls of her blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

“God, I look like my mother,” she said to herself.

Her brown eyes had fine eyeliner wrapped around them, creating a cat eye. Red lipstick covered her mouth. She gave a smile, testing it out. The large gap between her front teeth was much too noticeable for her liking. She frowned, turning around to get the full effect of her ensemble.

She wore a dress that her mother gave to her for her sixteenth birthday, probably the most expensive thing that her parents ever bought for her. The money that her father “earned” was hardly ever spent on anything besides hiring hit men and other things relating to the business. The dress was long and red, with a slit running up to her left thigh. The front was covered up to her neck, but the gown was backless and showed off her tan skin and freckled shoulders. Brushing her hands down her torso and evaluating her appearance one more time, she let out a sigh and turned off the light. It was now or never.

 

Subtle:

Lance stared at himself in the mirror when he got to his room. Why are you so shy? Is it just the way you were raised? He thought. His parents were always gone, and his sister was always rude to him. So he had to be shy for many reasons. Maybe being here would help him overcome the shyness. “If only…” He sighed.

After he took a moment to himself, he began to get ready for the ‘party’ happening tonight on about, oh, 25 minutes. He put on a fancy suit, and made sure his hair looked at least a little decent. The freckles stared back at him in the mirror. What if you don’t get along with anyone? Oh you will. stop worrying about it… And he continued to get ready for the ‘big night.’

 

Lilah:

A few hours prior…
Stan was in the middle of the horrendous crowd before him. It annoyed him to no end to be in the middle of the swarming students, there was also a buzz going on about a celebrity’s daughter by the name of… Well Stan had no idea ‘Who the fuck cares anyway,’ He barely listened to the announcment, the architecture, while good looking did not faze him unlike others. He figured he was in the second pile of students going through the elevator dragging his black high quality suitcase he enters the elevator, ‘Bahh, parties aren’t my thing,’ He mentally whines despite knowing he would come anyways. The room number which he didn’t even check earlier was 418, he made his way after arriving on his floor.

 

Time Skip (7:24)

The hotel room was expensive looking, with tasteful furniture and its own kitchen, Stan didn’t really care as long as the place had WI-FI and a place to put his laptop he was content.
Stan, after checking the time decided it was time to go, not caring about his appearance, putted on a blazer on top on a white short-sleeved shirt, after finishing a quest in a video game, he grabbed a messenger bag filled with stuff he found necessary, and went out of the hotel room.

 

SA:

Celeste walks towards the huge bathroom, and took a quick shower, the shower glass had etched in flowers and was tinted blue. After she got out of the shower she began to do her makeup. she put on: a generous amount of BB cream, powder, peach blush, black eyeliner, mascara, shimmery eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. She unpacked her suitcases in order to find her dress and put her clothing from the bus ride over in the fold up hamper that she brought. Her dress was short sleeved covered in silver sequins, it hugged her body and went a teeny bit below her mid-thigh. She blow dried and curled her red hair and put on a black satin headband with a bow. She slipped her feet into some tall black heels. Her watch read 7:29, so she quickly hurried out of her suite and into the elevator again.Celeste walks towards the huge bathroom, and took a quick shower, the shower glass had etched in flowers and was tinted blue. After she got out of the shower she began to do her makeup. she put on: a generous amount of BB cream, powder, peach blush, black eyeliner, mascara, shimmery eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. She unpacked her suitcases in order to find her dress and put her clothing from the bus ride over in the fold up hamper that she brought. Her dress was short sleeved covered in silver sequins, it hugged her body and went a teeny bit below her mid-thigh. She blow dried and curled her red hair and put on a black satin headband with a bow. She slipped her feet into some tall black heels. Her watch read 7:29, so she quickly hurried out of her suite and into the elevator again.

 

Lilah:

Stanley’s right eye twitched, the dress that a girl about his age wore to the ‘Party’ was annoying him greatly, the silver sequins bothering his eyes. He stared at the girl, with an annoyed face. Not recognizing the famous Celeste.

 

SA:

Celeste noticed someone about her age with dark hair staring at her. He seemed mildly annoyed, at her dress? Maybe he didn’t like her parents? Did she have something on her dress? Did she step on his foot?
” Can I help you?” She asked. She mainly asked this to acknowledge the fact that he was glaring at her, but also out of her curiosity; she’s not used to people looking at her like that.

Lilah:

“Not really,” Stan said, he turned away, and looked at the number of the floor, they were about to arrive, the elevator doors opened “Well you can get rid of the dress, but I hardly think you will do so.” He said walking out of the elevator.

 

Subtle:

Lance walked out of his room and looked around. No one, he thought. This place is big, how could no one be in the hallways– He stopped himself mid-sentence and realized: the party, that’s why. He then made his way to the elevator and made it to the floor the party was being held on and looked around again. I know nobody here… Maybe I should make some friends.

 

Ob:

Calista tucked her keycard on her purse when someone suddenly talked to her. She looked up and saw a dark haired guy with olive skin tone, perfectly dressed in a tailored suit. Calista arched an eyebrow and looked around but there was no one else behind her. She looked at him again, “Uh.. Me?”

Asha:

Earlier on the bus that day…

Rome was in the last row, and thus, was one of the last students to get out. Everyone shot her nervous looks. They had all heard the rumours about how she had a shot a boy for bumping into her in the hallways and then walking away without apologising.
Honestly. I may be the daughter of a mafia boss but I’m not crazy. I just punched him. Stupid pricks, spreading rumours.

Grabbing her bag and room key, without thanking the person who handed them to her (the guy wouldn’t look straight at her anyway), Rome made her way to her room after listening to the announcer dude say something about a party.

Looks like I’ll have to quit my badass style for some time. Ugh, parties suck.

7:00 pm, half an hour away from the party…

Rome stepped out of the shower with her raven black hair wet and sticking all around her neck. She had already chosen her dress and make up, and laid them out on her bed.

She would be wearing a strapless, icy blue dress that hugged her hourglass shape perfectly, with silver heels that had blue gems lined along the straps. Her make up included a natural looking layer of foundation, silver eye shadow, and natural looking lipstick. She had decided to leave her hair straight, like how she usually left it. Her only accessories were dangling earrings.
In exactly half an hour, she was ready.

Smirking as she grabbed a silver purse with all her necessary stuff in it, she got into a lift that had some other people in it. They visibly moved to a corner of the lift as she walked in, and gawked at her at the same time. “What are you looking at?” She asked them coldly, and they quickly looked.

In a minute, Rome had reached the level where the party was being held. She walked out the lift, and the other two students walked out after she had.

So this is our welcoming party. She thought, as she looked around.

 

SA:

” You think I have a choice to wear this crap?” She said under her breath frustrated before she realized the elevator doors are opening. She put a fake smile on her face and walked out of the elevator and into the party.

Razor:

“Yeah, you.” Jon said with a slight smirk. There was no one else in the corridor, and he wasn’t the kind of guy to talk to himself. Pulling out the party notice, which she may well recognize he flashed it at her, before folding it back up smartly to place back into his jacket pocket. “I think I saw you on the bus earlier.” The Italian looking lad was giving her cues in which to speak, but it may well have fell flat, as she wasn’t one for small talk by the looks of it. “So are you going to the party downstairs?” He asked, then finally remembering his manners. “I’m Giovanni…er.. Jon, by the way.” He didn’t give up his last name, since Jon didn’t think she’d want to go on his arm if she knew who he was the son of. Jon spoke with a slight accent, that could be considered endearing, if you liked that sort of thing.

There was a moment of awkward silence, as he could hear the ping of the elevator.

“If we hurry we could catch that one.”

 

Lilah:

 

“Maybe you have a choice, maybe you don’t, how the hell am I supposed to know?” Stan said, irritated. The girl was a bother, annoying and probably thought her life was hard to live, despite not being so. With that Stan went off to the party, making his way through the crowd, he leaned on a wall and just awkwardly stood there next to the snack table, not being known for being a social butterfly, most people ignored Stan, he after all was not his younger siblings, who were adored by the public. But of course some whispers about the guy were made, he was after all a famous actresses son.

 

Ob:

Calista gave him a smile. “Of course I know you.” she inserted an arm on the arm he offered. Her other free hand held the purse. “Shall we? Before we get late on that party.” Calista said. “Such a gentleman of you. I didn’t expect someone would see me and eventually escort me to that party.” She chuckled.

Calista may not talk a lot but she knows when to give away her charm. She knows a lot and everyone than she is expected to. She also knows how to play and let someone be in her hands. But that’s another story.

Asha:

 

At the party, Lucius saw this girl with Raven hair and a dangerous look on her. He had heard the rumours about her, shooting a boy in the hallways. Of course it wasn’t true: If something happened, Lucius was always there to take pictures. What was her name again? Some city. Paris? No, that couldn’t be. London? That would just be stupid. Rome! Her name was Rome! A not even decent opening line came into his head: just the way he liked it. He walked up to the girl, tapping her on the shoulder of her icy blue dress. “Ave, Romae estis? Tu estis pulcra et magna! Sum Lucius. You know what that means?”

 

Razsor:

There was something magical about the way a simple smile can light up a girl’s face. It was the best indicator that Jon hadn’t been too bold in his intentions to escort Calista to the party. The girl looked a knockout in the silver gown, and matched his attire to a T. The pair looked as though they planned this, though nothing could be further from the truth. From the way she spoke, she already knew who he was. Well, that was understandable. He was a Bianchi, and they had a certain profile – both physically and in the media. Taking her arm properly, he strolled with her to the lift – his chest out proud and his chin held high. You could say he met up to the name, and was certain to show Calista off when they arrived at the party.

“It’s fashionable to make an entrance….or in our case, be a little late.” Jon and Calista just made the lift and he spun her around when the doors closed – sealing them in. The dark haired Jon flicked his hair back a little, as part of it had fallen down before his eyes. It gave him a slightly roguish look. “A beautiful girl such as yourself deserves to be shown off…and I plan to do just that.” Giovanni’s cologne was quite strong in the confined space of the lift, and it may have made Calista a little light headed. Everything, about Jon…seemed to be rich and powerful. From the fleck of gold from his cuff links and watch, to the fifty watt smile, that he only showed to someone he either wanted to impress, or genuinely liked.

On the opening of the doors on the floor where the party was happening, the smile fell away and he looked dominant once again.

“Lets show these kids how it’s done.”

 

SA:

She glared back at the guy, he came off at so negative, but at the same time she didn’t mind that he didn’t know who she was. She was near some other famous girls; they were less well known than herself, nevertheless, they still complained about their first world problems and bragged about the all the awards the received from a few years back. She just agreed, smiled, and nodded; just like her parents wanted her to. This is how you make friends right? She thought anxiously.

 

Ob:

“Oh, that’s great then?” there was a faint question in her voice. But Calista, nevertheless, let the dark haired boy escort her to the party. It was already full of people, the speakers were producing mellow music… yet. She walked with confidence along with Jon, her heels making bold sounds on the orange-yellow floor as they entered the party. Her face showed a faint, intimidating smile, something that she rarely does. But she feels confident, especially with Mr. Bianchi here.

 

 

 

It’s time – PD

In the final part of the introduction of Reficul, we begin to understand the reasons behind his summons of the former Princess of Greed and Ambition.

 

The World inside Scar’s Hat 

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It’s time

Lydia had ever right to be suspicious. After all, she had been summoned from the plane of death to now stand before what could only be a necromancer….or a very powerful warlock. Being killed by a witch had left Lydia with a hatred for their kind, but Ref’s words only made her curious, when he said they had interests in the same girl. Raising her hands, as though to try and use her powers against this man…in the hat, she was shocked to find that she had no power to speak of. Lydia kept trying to blast the man, but all she ended up doing was looking stupid. Ref chuckled at Lydia’s predicament.

“Dear, try as you might you have no real power in this place. When you…died all your powers went to Mariela. You…are simply a demonic shadow of your former self.” The tone of Ref’s voice showed little to no emotion, as though he had this valve that turned off all his human qualities. In a way, it helped to keep those that Ref dealt with from seeing just what kind of a man he was. What his…motivation would be.

Lydia slowly lowered her hands – panting heavily. Odd, she felt real. Not like a shadow at all. Her eyes darted about the blackened ruins, then down at the symbol that had been drawn on the floor. The two dead officers….and of course the items that were placed at each corner of the pentagram. Dark art magic. The right hand corner of the edge of her mouth twitched, as though she was about to go off in a terrible tirade of venomous words and curses. The former Princess of Greed and ambition felt powerless and weak in this state – but her hatred and her resolve were just as strong as ever. Ref picked up on it instantly. There were so many questions that this demon had, and yet she appeared lost for words – for once. Ref truly had her over a barrel.

Ha…I am so surprised that you still let your emotions get the better of you. Perhaps that is why…you fell so easily to the sin of Greed. Has…death taught you nothing at all?” The smarmy way that Ref spoke finally made a clean shot. Lydia being now an easy target. He questioned her ability to rise above the sin. Her eyes followed him as he smacked his lips together and then uttered. “Perhaps I would have been better served bringing back Mammon….Hmm?”

“Mammon died a fool’s death!” There it was….the anger, and oh how beautiful it was. “He was easy to manipulate. I simply used his hatred of women to make him fall for the biggest trap of all. That…and his Greed!” Lydia practically snarled these words. Spittle forming on the edge of her lips. At this, Ref stepped into the symbol of the Pentagram and stared Lydia down.

“Now I am beginning to see the woman behind the demon. Yes…you were exactly the one I wanted. Though you lack a little fire power now, I have a….friend that can help with that.” One of the important things to note about Ref was his ability to form contacts in the unlikeliest of places. Forming alliances with the unlikely. The things he did…would both shock and amaze his enemies. Enemies that either were of his choosing, or…were handed down, like that of his long standing hatred of the Ramoskas.

Lydia didn’t trust this man at all. In fact, her trust levels overall had taken a battering. All she knew was, that unless she followed this man to…wherever it was he spoke of she was unable to do anything. Swallowing, as her temper cooled a little, Lydia asked. “How do you know so much about me….to even bring me back?’ This was probably the first honest question Lydia had ever asked. She was starting to feel that maybe he did need her, though why that was, was a mystery.

It was then that Ref pulled out an artifact, that was in fact a pocket watch. A very special one. He flipped open the catch and it revealed a worn face, where it was actually hard to see the numbers or the watch face underneath. It was unusual, and really didn’t look all that important. Not to Lydia anyways.

“It was time…” Three simple words. The power of these words however, would be lost on Lydia, who stared back at him blankly. “Time?”

Again, Ref chuckled for a moment, before reaching for Lydia’s hand. “Time my dear, is a curse to some and a gift to others. The question is, who controls it? Right now the sands are shifting quickly and this has allowed for a chance for the likes of you to return….as well as unleashing the mother of all destruction. Not just in this reality, but in others….including Hell.” As it stood, no one was truly safe. Like the incoming tide, Ref wanted to ride in on this tsunami of destruction….and he wasn’t the only one.

Taking out the chalk, he walked to the nearest wall, and started to draw a simple door. It was almost child like in its design, but that was the beauty of it. In the center he drew a replica of the watch he held in his hand. As he finished the last of the detail, he then placed the ancient watch up to the door. The whole wall began to shake, and rattle, as if the house itself was about to fall down about their ears. A greenish hue appeared like a neon light around the edges of the chalk marking, followed by a green mist that engulfed the room.

“We have an appointment at the Reality gate, dear. Time to go meet my little green faced beauty.”

The door burst open as though powered by an incredible force, and with a simple tip of his hat, Ref led Lydia…who didn’t look at all pleased, into the Reality gate.

~RB~

The Devil Walks Among Us – Part One : PD.

This is my introduction of Reficul into the Princess Diaries stories.

Razorbackwriter:

The World inside Scar’s hat

Part One

The Devil Walks Among Us 

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There are those that think that Hell is nothing more than an ideal. A place that you go if you have committed sin, and are banished from Heaven. There are those that believe in Heaven, and that angels walk among us. Protecting us, guiding us with a silent hand….watching over us. If that is true, then is it possible that the Devil has his own agents? Those that walk among the living and watch them as they lead them into sin….and then death? Deal makers, betrayers, oh yes…there are even those that believe that we are fueled by sin…which makes for easy pickings. To look at the world now, it was already reaching an age of the sixth extinction. Greed, Lust, Hunger…all driving forces in the never ending battle against good and evil.

Hatred for the supernatural was common place among the unbelieving. Events that could not be explained often were blamed on those that were different, out of the ordinary. For centuries such creatures were persecuted, murdered and hunted till they hid from the very shadows themselves. Forced to practice in secret. But even those that hid their powers left behind clues that would be followed by the most dedicated of hunters. Those that operated above the law, even breaking it if they had too. Following every clue…watching…waiting for the right time to move in. There were rewards to be had, and now the whispers had reached the ears of the worst of the worst. A man driven by a family code that had been passed down for generations. From Father to son till now.

Standing before the burnt out ruins of what was a typical family home, stood a man wearing a black coat and matching fedora. His hands hidden deep within his pockets. Dark shaded glasses blocked out a view of his eyes, but he was scanning the smoldering ruins. Strange that after all this time, the smell of the burning embers remained. The fire…never truly went out. There was a reason for this….a very good one. The man appeared to be waiting. Holding off before actually setting foot on the property. He must have been standing there a good hour or more, till finally a black sedan pulled up in behind him. Shutting off the engine, two men got out. Both were wearing suits, and one had a policeman’s badge clipped to his belt buckle. Each closed the doors with a light thud, whilst the man on the pavement refused to turn around to acknowledge them.

“Do you have it?” The man in the fedora asked almost casually, his tongue wetting his lips as though dry.

The first man took out a yellow envelope and then handed it to the man in the fedora.

“Case file about the fire, along with some information about a ..” The Detective took out a notebook and flipped it open, as he searched for the girl’s name. The man in the hat interrupted…“Tessa Monroe..yes.” He showed something of an odd smirk, before then going dead pan once more and taking the file out of the envelope, passing the envelope back to the second man before flipping it open. He started to hum to himself as he flicked through the police reports, which was shoddy at best, but there was a line in it that had the right edge of his lip twitch.

He closed the file with a snap and rolled it so he could tuck it inside his coat jacket.

“I think now is the time to enter…” He started off and walked up the pathway, with the detective and the other man both looking at each other with apprehension. It was common knowledge that few ever wanted to enter the grounds. Rumors had been rife about unexplained happenings since the fire and the townspeople were reluctant to speak about it openly.

Taking the first step, the man in the black fedora glanced back, and was amused to see that neither man was following.

“Don’t worry Sheriff…that badge you wear should protect you from….them.” It was almost like he was daring the man, who huffed and tugged on his own jacket. The Sheriff started after the man in the fedora, who by now had stepped through the blackened door way. The second man held back for a moment, before his shoulders sagged forward and he headed in on after the Sheriff. There was so much mystery to this man in the hat. From what both they both believed was that he was some sort of government agent. Everything was…off the books. Little did they realize that the one he worked for…was far more dangerous then any one western government.

Walking down the inner corridor, the man in the hat tapped along the walls with his hand till he finally heard a hollow sound. Grinning to himself, he took out a piece of chalk and made a strange marking on the wall, which had the sheriff and his deputy baffled. Catching sight of their worried expressions, the man in the hat lied….

“A little trick my father taught me.” He chuckled darkly, and this sinister tone could not be mistaken. Looking to his right, he saw the door for the basement, and then let out a breathe as though this was what he was looking for.

“This way….” But instead of going first, he urged the officers to take the stairs before him. “After you of course.”

The Sheriff shrugged, before taking to the stairs and going, down – the deputy gulped as he was getting a sense of the creeps at being in this house. He finally relented and started to follow the sheriff. At this point, the man in the black hat pulled out a gun with a silencer and then started off after them.

Two shots were fired in the darkness. Both in the back of the head. Point blank range. Their bodies crumpled to the floor with soulless eyes staring out at….a secret basement room. Stepping over the two bodies, the man in the hat then set his gun down on a table, as he took Tessa’s picture out of the file that he had been in his jacket pocket. He stared at the picture and hummed quietly. If the report was correct….and she had been here, this was how he was going to find her.

The spirits don’t lie.

~RB~

A Riddle from a Raven : The Kingdom of Wrath : PD

Just as the Cat Witch Katrina was starting to get comfortable in trying out the newly acquired throne of Wrath, a messenger flies in from Dyre with surprising news.  Following on from “The Kitty is a Bitch”.

Sieg

Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Upon waking up as an undead, one that could actually think for himself and wasn’t moaning about wanting to be alive again and all that jazz, Grey found himself in the grave need to do one thing and one thing only, and it was to give in to those beautiful temptations that life had to offer. And this was indeed one of his favorite ones, in the end none of them were bound to another person to make them feel any guilt if there was any to be felt, they were as free as one could be and they were just enjoying the other, simple, just great, and just as dirty as he liked

So one hand explored, the other pleased, and his bites slowly began climbing up, little by little aiming to get to those lips of hers as he felt how little by little his own urges won over everything else. That bodysuit was great, amazing, but getting in the way nonetheless and he was about to rip it to shreds. The stage was ready, his manhood eager and pushing as in attempt to come out from the pair of jeans and boxers below that kept it trapped…but just as luck may have it a loud sound later someone decided to interrupt

Ugh really?…who let the cookie seller inside?…

He honestly did not wanted to stop mid act, if anything the undead seemed to want to throw this girl out of the window for her interruption. But he knew that Kat would most likely no go on with this so he was forced to move away. His hair seemed to raise a bit when he did as his eyes kept glaring at the girl like if she was an obstacle that he wanted to make explode…honestly…did people even used doors anymore? At least last time he barged into a place he had the kindness of making as much sound as possible to make his presence known. In any case there was no use now, he didn’t wanted to get into a fight cause it would take too long, and quite frankly, he would end up doing something pretty nasty to this girl if he was to get into a fight and even won

I say you install a trap door, many of them…in any case, as for where you are kid, let me give you a clue, everyone here is pretty pissed off, so Wrath is the place

He was not in the mood to give directions, in fact he was in the mood to do something else and unless she wanted to just stand around and become a voyeur he really figured that giving her an answer like this would make her take her leave. If that didn’t worked, well fine, it wouldn’t be the first time that someone like her decided to barge in when he was with his hands busy. So Grey just removed his jacket, tossing it to the ground but taking what seemed to be a piece of folded paper first that he tossed at her before his hand extended towards Kat again, his fingers reaching the back of her ear as he began scratching her there

There, enjoy yourself…now unless you want to stay around and watch the show or join in…away with you

It may have seemed just a way to be rude with her, but he decided to play it in a different manner as he directed a look at Kat, one smirk that gave away that he was going to make her want to be leave the place, right before he turned his head at the girl and smirked at her, saying those words almost like if he actually meant every word he said, at least regarding the join in part. He wasn’t serious, for a while he wanted to have Kat all for himself, so he figured by how she reacted when she saw them doing this that perhaps joining in this activity with the two would make her want to take her leave…at least he expected it. It wouldn’t be the first time things went the opposite way when he said something like that but…last time he said this words and he ended up like that it wasn’t that bad…well true, that vampire girl left him and the other full of bites but…it was worth it

Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
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Ayana had to admit that she hadn’t expected to end up being dropped down in on a situation like this, but could anyone ever truly expect to be dropped down into some random place where everyone is someone you don’t know who the fuck they are? Ayana didn’t think so, in fact she just thought that she was plain unlucky if you really thought about it, it’s not like anyone purposely threw her in here, did they? Ah who cared, time to get the heck out of there. Sure, the man was being a complete, and utter asshole, but she had no wish to deal with this right now; her first concern was taking control of the situation and getting dominance over her own powers. Ignoring the piece of paper, she didn’t exactly need it at the moment, she spun on her heel and marched her little ass right on out of the throne room; but not before she called back with a defiant tone.

“I’m not a child for future reference!”

(TC)

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Katrina’s eyes glowered fiercely at the girl that had interrupted her down time with Grey. Things were just getting heated up, and this…child had to come wandering in, like it was some sideshow ally at the fair. Course, Grey – her new General took it all in his stride, and spoke to the girl with such sarcastic wit, that it gave cause for Katrina to chuckle. Course, when he moved his fingers to toy behind Kat’s ear, she immediately began a deep throated purr. Oh God, did this man know how to use his fingers well on a pussy. So much promise. Her eyes closed as she let herself be swept away by this new pleasurable feeling, till the girl sung out on her departure.

“I’m not a child for future reference!”

“You sure as hell act like one….Tah Tah.” Katrina waved the girl off, with a roll of the eyes, before turning her head ever slowly towards Grey, with a renewed sense of hunger for her General.

“Now…where were we?” A glimmer of lust in her dark eyes becoming apparent, as she practically drank him in. But if she thought that the girl was the last of interruptions to what would be some pretty nasty coupling, she was rudely mistaken. A raven happened to fly right into the throne room from an open gable window and flew around and around in a great circle, before heading to land on the floor, not far from the pair. Normally, ravens from the keep land in the roost at the top of the south tower, this raven had to be lost…unless….

The raven squawked, before a dark mist engulfed its form and it turned into a male, dressed in all black with slicked back hair. He was Lavinia’s raven. A pet or companion on those dark nights. He bowed low before the pair, with much flair and respect.

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“Salutations, Katrina and Sir, I am Bisley, servant of the great Elder Lavinia.”

Katrina instantly sat bolt upright, uncrossing her legs and looking at the servant with wide eyes. She had only just sent off the messages about the change of fortunes at Wrath, and already Lavinia was responding. When last she saw her, was when Lav tossed both Grey and Katrina out of the circle. Yet, here was Bisley, representing Lavinia in the Wrath Kingdom. Katrina had met with Bisley a few times. Something of a tortured soul, who was Lavinia’s eyes in the sky as well as an excellent spy. Knowing this, she had to ask.

“Lavinia got my message then?”

“Aye…and she sends her blessings.”

Looking to Grey, she wondered what her General would make of this. Course, the raven servant was interrupting what was their private time, but news that the Elder was now supporting them as the new head of Wrath – that was pretty big news. One thing was on Katrina’s mind however. She knew that something had happened to Lavinia in that circle. Something that brought about such rage and anger. Was it just from Beel’s disrespect of the Circle, or was there something more?

“How is….Lavinia?” Katrina had been her friend a long time, and was more than aware in her sudden change. Bisley gave away nothing.

“She is as she should be, Katrina. The Elder will see you soon. As you know, there is a disturbance in all things magical….it even affects you.” This was said point of fact, and Bisley’s eyes wandered towards Grey for a moment. Was the bird onto him?

~RB~

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
He did not even bothered to answer to that last statement the girl made, only limit himself to roll his eyes as he seemed amused by her words. Yeah, all the way down here and even up there appearences tended to fool people, you couldn’t just look at someone and make a wild guess without usually being wrong at some point…but that didn’t meant that he couldn’t make a mockery out of her looks right? If you chose to be in the shape of a child, there was a reason, and given what she did he had all the right in the world to mock the small cocoon she hidden into. As to how he knew this, it was easy, despite his anger he noticed the way she tried to refer to Hell, the way she asked…clearly an outsider, a tourist…and like any tourist alone in a foreing place she was bound to suffer if she didn’t learned her way around and soon…but then again why even care what happend to her butt? He had a beautiful witch here demanding his attention, and no way he would let this slide

I was about to make you purr like you never did before

Lust and confidence in equal proportions glinted in the eyes of the Frankenstein creature, decided to have the time of a lifetime with the witch and also princess. He wanted this, and ready or not he was ready to claim as he leaned down and was about to resume his actions when somebody else seemed to have forgotten that there had a door that could be knocked. This time interruption was no other than a raven, seemingly lost on his way until finally something happened, enough to again place a bullet within the mood and cause Grey to just groan again, as he decided to sit down himself, with his legs crossed as he noticed his Kat’s attention shifted so suddenly when this intruder appeared

I’m installing a net on that window…I swear…

Given that Kat focused on this intruder, that turns out that was a messenger of sorts, he decided that he would keep his focus on him too despite his interest was lacking, at the very least, until he heard what he had to said. While at first he seemed a bit shocked by how little the answer took to arrive, something about it made him feel rather curious, even a bit suspicious if you must. In a way it must have come as a shock to this Elder that one of their own kind ascended so quickly into this rank, but at the same time maybe it meant good news for them after all. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t knew the person they referred at least on a good day anyways, but despite any good intentions or friendship she may have shared with the current ruler, one thing was clear…at least politically speaking, it was good for the Witches to have one of their own sitting upon one of the seven thrones…

Well at least having more than one ally is reassuring…but then again…

Sloth seemed to be a friendly towards them, but it was because they needed to shelter under somebody’s wing for the moment to resist the upcoming storm. Without a doubt Gluttony would remain a sworn enemy until Beel lost his head and was sent to oblivion given the need Kat had for revenge…which meant that any friend the prince had would be their enemy now, as well as anyone who felt insulted by a witch holding the throne. And now the witches were on their side apparently…but perhaps because they had a crisis on their own they would require help with…and that thought made the undead sight out as he ran a hand through his hair. They were in a privileged position for the moment, but it wouldn’t last…and then there was this other trouble bothering him, aside from this messenger eyes on him

May I ask what is this disturbance?

The undead knew that perhaps it may have seemed strange that he asked such a thing, or even took interest in the matter. In the end despite magic arts were used to put him back together, the energy that animated his body was from a much different origin, dangerous enough to cause the person that brought him back to have to disappeared in order to avoid persecution from it’s own kind. Still, despite this the curiosity remained there as he looked at the raven that took the shape of a man as he narrowed his eyes a little, deciding to explain his reason to ask. In the end he figured such information would not be revealed to him that easily

Not all of us can feel disturbances like the one your elder knows about, nevertheless, it still affects my kind to a degree

He felt sickened in a way by comparing himself with those drooling corpses that sometimes necromancers and such animated. Undeads without a sense of humor or any kind of joy for still be walking on the ground despite Death having claimed a part of them. True, no soul layed within them but unlike the very few thinking ones like himself he was not consumed by a single emotion or just angsty about the whole deal. He enjoyed the pleasures he did not enjoyed in life, the danger and excitement, and if this disturbance could affect undeads he wanted to know about this. Of course, granting this information remained on the male’s hands right now, something he could easily refuse because maybe very few undeads aside from Grey would care for this, or their fate. Grey to this day couldn’t understand their sadness, nor he cared for it, but this man was not aware of this and what information this one lacked that Grey didn’t, was a blessing, even if it meant that he had to play the “caring” card just to get it

Matt:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Tazuya had no idea why he was coming here. He had assumed that for now their dealings with Wrath were complete, but of course Hikari had insisted coming here. It seemed she had her own plans as to what they needed to be doing. Sloth had no idea as to what was going on with gluttony being the one who had forced the former princess to change bodies, but he felt that a storm was coming. Damn, and he forgot his umbrella.

It did not take them long before they entered into the territory of wrath, and Tazuya already felt tired of being here. Everything seemed red, angry, and looking for a fight. Though any who approached the huge being were instantly caught in his powerful Aura of Sloth, draining any will to fight out of them. There were even some behemoths that tried to come for him, but once they were in about a four yard radius, they stopped, and dropped to the ground with a large thud.

“So can you tell me what we are doing here again?” he asked the girl that rode on his shoulder.

She seemed to be the one wanting to be here. He had not cared where they went, just as long as they did not stay in sloth. The place tended to get a bit stuffy.

Tazuya’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he walked, and his body was ravaged by yet another yawn. This yawn was a strong one, and even caused his right eye to water some, but he simply blinked it away. Now they could see the castle of wrath, and they were approaching fast. Now keep in mind that Sloth, and his kingdom have been dormant for a few millennium, and so most demons these days would not even recognize him as one of the princes.

So as they approached the bridge that let to the doors, the guards on the brick structure prepared themselves to defend the castle. However, they too fell prey to Sloth’s passive ability, and soon dropped their weapons. Deciding instead to take a nap. Some were leaning against the bridge railing, and others were curled into the fetal position. There was even a pair that had ended up spooning… Guess they had some suppressed feelings for each other.

“Hmm.”

Tazuya had simply grunted as he looked out over the sleeping men now. Though he quickly redirected his attention to the huge doors of the castle. They were taller than he was, but they did not seem overly reinforced. Tazuya slowly took one hand from his pocket, and raised it to knock upon the door. When he swung his fist down to knock, he accidentally ut too much force into it, and the instant he touched the door it was blasted off its hinges. The power had sent the door tumbling for a good three feet before it came to a rest just behind a male with feathers in his hair.

Even Tazuya seemed shocked that this had happened.

“Well shit.”

He began to rub the back of his head as he looked at the door, but he did not realize one important factor. The successor to Wrath, and he undead body guard had actually never seen Tazuya when they had come to his kingdom, and so they might view this as a raid by an enemy. They would need to be quick in noticing the small girl on the giant’s shoulder to realize who he was. As they had met Hikari before.

“My bad.” he mumbled as he slipped through the vacant doorway now.

Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
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Hikari figured that Tazuya was just kind of in a thought process of why in the hell was he even there, she never gave much of a good reason for him to go there, only that he should go there. She had her reasons, but the point of the matter was that Hikari thought they should at least pay some courtesy of the matter and visit their new found allies, if they didn’t wasn’t it a bit rude? That may have just been the small Bakeneko in all honesty, but even then it was a bit painfully obvious that she didn’t really have much of a need for the fact that she had been raised a lot differently and was only trying to survive in the end; she was just like everyone else in that respect. As they approached the kingdom, Tazuya kept speaking, but she was kind of silent for the very fact she was staring up at the moon with a quiet gaze, silently wondering at a few things as she continued to learn more and more about her powers through analyzation and thought. Even Hikari, however, had to look down and come to attention with the fact that Tazuya ended up knocking down the door of the Wrath Kingdom, and the very fact he did was a bad thing. Letting out a high pitched giggle, the girl flipped up off of Tazuya, landing between he and Katrina as she gave a little bow and danced around a bit once landing; making it obvious who it was that had gotten here.

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“Nice to see you again, Katrina. Undead sir.”

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Katrina and her General had not been privy to what had occurred after they had vanished from the Witch’s circle except to say that there was a change in the Supreme Elder – Katrina knew that much. Whatever it was though was brought on by a disturbance, the same one that the Raven Bisley spoke of now. Keeping a regal stance, the Raven decided to enlighten the pair, since Grey had been bright enough to ask.

“A shift in the sands of time is making both this world and that of the minds of children alter and change in a way that corrupts some, and brings out a great change in others. It already affected you both, since you never got to where you intended when you took flight from Lavinia’s wrath.” The raven paused then added.“And yet…here you are, a Cat for a new Princess with a crown barely a minute or two old. Then again…what is one hundred years to us, is a few seconds to another. It all depends on where you stand.”

While this information might have seemed almost like a riddle of sorts, it did carry a lot of weight in meaning. There could have been more discussion, however, the grand door to the throne room came crashing down, and lo and behold there were more guests, but these ones they had seen before. The Prince of Sloth himself, who had the young girl perched on his mighty shoulder. As they passed through, the guards of the throne room were nodding off, and dropping their weapons with a resounding clatter. This really was a bad look.

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Bisley turned enough to see who was coming and immediately changed back to the raven – taking flight from the throne room before he too would be caught up in the Prince’s aura of sleep inducement. The servant of Lavinia had seen enough to report back, and had left the new Princess of Wrath with something to chew on….well, thoughts.

Hearing the clatter of her snoozing guards, Katrina threw her hands up.

“No nookie makes for a sookie kitty.” Katrina was starting to wonder if she and her General would ever get quality time. Course, she quickly reigned in her temper, as she remembered that the Prince was an ally to the Kingdom of Wrath.

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Getting up off the throne, she minced down the two small steps and extended her arms in welcome to Hikari.

“Welcome, though I am surprised you came so soon. I’ve barely made an impression on the throne.”

She meant her ass print.

~RB~

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
You magic people just have a love for not speaking clearly, don’t you?

Grey hated with all his might when people spoke in riddles, even if they were simple and even if he managed to understand them he still hated it, for him it just made things a lot more complicated because everytime somebody spoke in this way it meant that there was information they held back, something left untold and to discover…and that meant more work for the undead. And even if normally he would have bared his gun and started popping a few kneecaps to get answers, he refrained from doing this…first because he understood that if anything this disturbance meant an alteration of fate of sorts, a corruption that surely had to be stopped from the source…and as for the other reason…plain and simple? He was about to tear down Kat’s clothes with his teeth just to get his reward! And of course…because of some sick cosmic joke, somebody else decided to drop by just to turn his balls from blue to freaking azure

Oh for the sake of the Four Riders of the Apocalypse…don’t people have better things to do today?

Grey groaned, rubbing his temples as he became more and more moody by the second because he was denied that which he wanted more and more, and the wrost part was that he couldn’t shoot this people’s face off because as it turns out there were their allies. Still, despite this he did not made an effort to look the least bit happy, screw it, if they denied him booty then he had all the right to remain grumpy as he well damn pleased

Grey, that’s the name, and good to see that you guys invited yourself in

One door down, a lot of sleeping guards, and a very grumpy undead that had made a few mental notes. First…get someone to install a nice trap door at the entrance just for those times when he wanted a private moment with cat…the other…a net in the window, and last of all…he sweared in the name of the four riders that he was going to start hanging ties on windows and doors just so people got the idea that right now, all he was really interested was in the feline queen. But of course, he was a general now and had to more or less show some respect towards them, so he sighed, and did his best to sound at least polite

Next time tell us when you guys going to drop by, at least we will have the time to find some wine to enjoy…in fact I wonder where they hide the alcohol here

Matt:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
Tazuya yawned as he slipped his hands back into his pockets now. It seemed as though the castle was quite large, enough to be able to fit the prince’s full height with no problem. Good thing too, or Tazuya might have accidentally broken something else as well. The prince was standing at his full height now, but quickly sloutched once more. He hated having good posture.

That was when he noticed the blonde princess moving towards Him, and Hikari. She seemed to be welcoming them, but she also seemed upset about something. Something to do with nookie…. Ah well. Though the undead also said something about barging in.

“I knocked.” Tazuya said, motioning towards the door.

It wasn’t his fault that the damn door couldn’t handle his strength. Oh well. Their fault, or thats how he saw it at least. He then heard something about bringing wine. That reminded him. He was now carrying a bag that he had not had when they had left, but he had picked it up from some poor soul in the barrens of hell. Inside the bag was actually a pretty good vintage of wine. This lead the giant man to pull the bottle from the bag, handing it to the undead.

“Happy?” he asked as he once again returned his hands to his pockets.

After that the man was looking for a place to sit, but it seemed as though none of the chairs were his size. He did not feel like breaking anything else in the kingdom, and so he remained standing. As he stood though he yawned widely, his lethargic aura spreading for the duration of the yawn, but returning to normal as the yawn ended.

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Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom of Wrath – Castle
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Hikari gave a small giggle as she watched Katrina throw up her hands upon their entrance, laughing softly with a musical tone at the fact she seemed to be very displeased by the fact that Hikari and Tazuya had arrived, but it seemed that she wasn’t the first according to the words of Grey, as he ended up revealing himself to be. Giving a small nod to Katrina and Grey both, while of course listening politely, she looked around the throne room and almost let out a small whistle at the appearance of it; wondering softly at how long this must have been standing, but of course there is always the possibility that as the Kingdom of Wrath, there was the possibility that it had been knocked down and rebuilt several times over. She might have had to ask Natsu, also once known as Sayaka, at some point or another; but that would have to wait for a bit. Katrina seemed a bit… amusingly surprised at their early visit, and with Tazuya being his usual self, she was finding it a bit amusing herself at this point, for it signalled a bit of an interesting turn in events. As Hikari opened her mouth to respond, she felt a small resounding in her core, for the moment anyway, but she quickly ignored it and put it under the rug, covering up her surprise. Something here was resonating with her, but in a faint way, her soul feeling it calling to the one she was connected to. Perhaps she should make a small communication with her at some point or another. For now, time to focus.

“Well, I had nothing else to do. And he needed to get out for a bit, so here we are. What you said, Grey, is fairly accurate; we had nothing better to do.”

 

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 Bothersome Prince – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

Now we return to the Kingdom of Pride, where the Prince is unable to shake feelings of dread, about possible threats against himself and his kingdom.

Co-written with Tory, Sieg and Kiri.

(RP – Supernatural Fantasy)

Tory:

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At the genie’s voice, Astaroth let out a sound that closely resembled a cow’s moo, or a whale’s, as he slid out of his seat as if his body were liquid.
“I am…” he paused and reached behind his back to rub at the newly appeared scratches. He’d forgotten than sliding down objects when you weren’t wearing clothes between tended to cause some form of skin ailment. Upon closer inspection it had also crumpled the chiffon fabric in his cape.
Before finishing his sentence, as he had been talking absent mindedly and even completely forgetting that he was about to say anything, he stood up and twisted his torso around to rid himself of the stiffness sitting diagonally in his chair had brought him. At each movement the bells at the bottom of each peacock feather-like end of his cape clung so that it echoed in a beautiful way, to him at least.
“Awh,” he began with a smile and extended his arms to indicate to both his friends that he’d accept them in a hug if they wished, “at one word from me you’re here to entertain me.” he smiled. “I could not have better friends even amongst angels.”
“How are you two feeling this magnificent, albeit, boring morning? Any stomach cramps? Chest pains? I’m hoping it’s food poisoning that’s settling in slower in you two than me.” he’d told both of them of the reason why he had his legions prepare for a battle and the reason he was absolutely sure was his vision coming true was because of the stomach pains. He just wanted to cling to the hope that it might be something else because he honestly had no interest in fighting with his so-called brothers and followers of Lucifer. Astaroth didn’t consider them brothers or even friends. All they were were princes in faraway kingdoms he’d never personally reach. Not that he wanted to visit demons that could possibly kill him anyway. There just wasn’t anything that attracted Astaroth to that idea.

Sieg:
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Salem nodded at the Alaric as soon as he arrived, noticing too well the look he gave him and just not reacting at it as his eyes shifted towards Astaroth. Truth to be told he pretty much did not blamed him for the distrust towards his person, if anything it was justified, for the Genies were well known for basicly being cunning and enjoying making their masters suffer due to their wishes in one way or the other. It was the funny part of their job, so to say, to be able unlike many slaves to basicly torture their masters a little bit. You wished for a hot breakfast? Well, maybe you should have wished the plate…you wish to have money? Maybe you should have wished you had earned it, you wished for a beautiful lady to sleep with you? Maybe you should have wished that it wasn’t your sister…small loopholes many genies loved to exploit

I…would prefer to refrain from the hug Master…

Salem did not wanted to be mean but he honestly did not enjoyed physical contact that much as Astaroth did, it was not really because of anything or so he said but the last time he accepted physical contact he ended up getting chained to a bed for nearly three days, weird owner with weird fetishes, and while he was sure Astaroth wouldn’t do nothing near that, he still preferred that people did not really touched him. Instead he did the best he could and just…patted his shoulder, yeah, that was as much physical contact anyone was going to get out of him today, or so he hoped

And I’m afraid not Master…but perhaps it’s going to come sooner or later…

He tried to sound reassuring but the more time that passed the more he understood that perhaps Astaroth vision was going to become reality. The signs were there, to the point that even the very wind seemed to be changing, to the point that things seemed all to calm. It made Salem worried, because as much as he knew they had power, he also understood that they were grounded in this location and if the enemy was too large, they could very well turn the tides on their favour. So yeah…Salem was worried, but did his best to avoid showing so

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With all the wealth and power that was held by the Prince of Pride, it seemed that he lacked the knowledge on how to keep himself entertained. There were many hobbies, or sports he could engage in, but it turns out that the Prince hated being alone. So, when his servants arrived at the sound of his call, he was duly pleased, and even went as far to offer the pair a hug. Salem of course was one to reject physical contact, which was hardly surprising. Alaric would never hug the genie even if offered a king’s ransom. Alaric on the other hand, enjoyed wrapping his coils around an unsuspecting or stupid target. Slithering right up to the Prince, he moved his arms around to accept the friendly greeting, while his coils started to wind around the Prince from the legs up. Alaric’s hands patted the Prince’s back as you could hear the strange sound of the snake’s body moving with a hush along the stone floor. If he had really wanted to trap the Prince in this death hug, he could – but he knew his place and liked the food. The naga started to release the Prince and offered a smile, that was disarming at best.

“This morning had been relatively peaceful. Well, until now.” The nagas was careful to say.

“You feel…crumpled, Sssire.” Alaric hissed, as he went to move away from the Prince and give him breathing room. The prince had a few questions that needed answering. Wanting to know if the pair had felt any unpleasant sensations in their stomachs? It was an odd thing to ask, and Alaric shot a glance at the Genie. He said he hadn’t sensed or felt anything, and the Naga assumed he meant he was in good health as well.

“My last meal went down in one go and I felt no sssuch ssstomach ailments, Sssire.”

Was it possible that the Prince was feeling stress from the risk that one of the fellow kingdoms may chose time soon to mount a campaign against him? The possibility was always there. The Nagas stroked his chin as he mused over the possibility that the Prince was getting insight into the plots of others beyond his lands and waters.

“Have any spiess over in the realmss?” It was a sensible question. Problem was, with the current standing of the kingdom and its blocking of movement, it would be hard to get intel in and out. ~RB~Kiri:

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Typically Orimitsu would have been in the throne room asleep, however today was nice and warm and he was taking the moment to let the sun heat up his scales pleasantly to the point that he was drowsy enough to the point that he slept for several hours and wasn’t planning to wake up any time soon. Things had been too tense around here of late, and honestly Orimitsu was currently worried about relaxing and staying in such a good mood that he didn’t turn Pride himself into a meal if he rubbed the Dragon the wrong way. Which, don’t get this dragon wrong, he was definitely willing to do it if he had the chance.

After those several hours had passed, Orimitsu gave a wide yawn which let out a burst of hot air, his maw stretching out wide and tall; one could have compared Orimitsu to the size of a large commercial air liner, basically saying he was huge. Large for even a Dragon, Orimitsu was proud of his Primordial Physiology that made him far stronger than any other normal dragon who had no such abilities. Orimitsu let out a puff of flames and air from his nostrils before shifting quickly into him an form, moving straight for the Throne room; his form shimmering as he used his Flash Step to move so fast that it looked as though he was teleporting from one place to the next; it was a strange thing for a dragon but he knew how to get around certain limitations. Such as the speed issue. However, before he did get there, he stopped by the form of a man leaning against a pillar and whispered softly in his ear. The man soon disappeared after, but what was his purpose?

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“As a matter of fact, I just sent a man out to gather some information.. we should here back soon considering his……. expertise.”

Orimitsu, unlike the Prince or his other companions, wasn’t nearly as laid back in situations like this, despite the fact that he wished to relax and be as such; he knew how to use his resources and power in such a way that it made him a deadly opponent. His first words were in response to the Naga whom had also worked alongside pride for as long as Orimitsu personally could remember; someone he respected for being able to get a job done when it was needed. He had a dangerously sly grin on his face, which showed he had something up his sleeve, but at the moment it wasn’t entirely obvious as to what it was exactly at the very moment.

Tory:

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Astaroth closed his arms around the serpentine as soon as he was there to accept the hug. He always enjoyed Alaric’s hugs. They were much more hug like than everyone else’s. But somehow, Astaroth couldn’t quite enjoy it as much as he did normally. There was just something about the now that had him in deep thought at the same time he was trying to forget what he knew. An event of this size, or well, much greater size. It was only that it both had as big a meaning for Astaroth, if not more this time. He felt distress that his vision, that particular horrible vision, was coming true. He felt even worse because he didn’t know who was coming and somehow hadn’t seen what for. Although he had his sneaking suspicions. Chest pains usually had something to do with death. He’d felt the pain before on several occasions when people around him or important people were about to die, and the pain always dissipated as they died. The pain was worse the closer the people were to him and since he’d never felt it this bad, he suspected it was about him and his death. Which was the one thing he’d left out of his explanation to the three. Only telling them that they might be attacked for their land.
“Yes, I do feel crumpled.” he said as soon as Alaric had let him go. To emphasis, he bent down to make his stomach crumple and appear as if he were a little fatter than he was.
When both had rebounded Astaroth’s hopes, again, his expression turned foul. His hair began to elevate and float in the air. His form flickered. It was common for him when he felt as distressed as he felt now. Someone was coming for his life, most likely. Astaroth didn’t mess with other kingdoms simply because he wasn’t interested. Doing so would also be dangerous for him and every single person that allowed him to call himself their King.
It was in situations like these that Astaroth often resembled a ghost. Humans often mistook him for one and were surprised to see a ghost as clearly as they saw him.
At the sound of Orimitsu’s voice, Astaroth’s flickering stopped and he smoothed down his hair before he flashed his dragon his warmest smile.
“Where would I be without you?” he asked and returned to his seat. This time he sat down properly, like he did whenever his castle was open for visitors. Head resting on a clenched fist with his elbow propped on the throne’s arm, his legs parted to use the chair’s width. The only difference now was that he was thinking. It would look as if he had dismissed the three, but experience would tell them to stay as Astaroth’s thinking sessions usually required the attention of others to answer questions he might or might not bring up. A bothersome prince to serve, he was.

 

The Dark Moon of Terakus – Part Three : Shattered Dimensions.

 

 

Gizora really is the She devil of Terakus.

 

Razorbackwriter;  

The Dark Moon of Terakus

Many of the faithful had started to trickle out from the mountainside chamber of Gizora to watch as the Destroyer and her new assistant were getting set to go off to what would be Gizora’s new home on this dark moon. Charlie had been overjoyed with the Destructor’s decision to make him such a high rank in his eyes. With the frantic bowing and happy expression, Charlie followed Gizora to the black vehicle that would take them both down the mountain. Climbing inside, Gizora settled back comfortably upon the fine leather upholstery and waited for Charlie to join him. Course, he would be shown to sit directly opposite, so that the Dark lord had more room on his side of the car. With the door closed and the driver racing around to get in behind the wheel, it was time to head off. Course, Gizora had been waiting for Charlie’s detailed report on the one known as the Creator.

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The car headed off, with much fanfare and waving from the faithful, which soon became nothing but a blip behind them as the vehicle picked up speed. Focusing upon Charlie’s expression, the tale that he told said much of how the Creator had been away from his own world, in very much the same way that he had. It was interesting to note, that preparations were indeed underway to combat whatever the Terakians had in store for when their leader awoke.

“I should have expected nothing less.” Gizora said, taking a moment to stare out the tinted windows at the mountain range roads, before returning his gaze back to Charlie. The large amounts of power that had been detected overtime by the scholars was deciphered as being The Observer’s Dungeons. This had Gizora rub her chin with her well manicured hand. Her eyes narrowed as the story continued. Specially designed for those of high magical skill to work through and recreate as a home base. The very idea was now making the Destructor think that they should be able to accomplish a similar feat upon Terakus. With enough faithful that were willing to awaken the Dark lord, anything was possible. Not to mention it was well within his powers to help make it a reality. If there was anything that the Creator could do, the Destructor could match it.

As Gizora was about to give the order that he wanted the same built on Terakus, Charlie mentioned that elite teams of Terakins were on Alterus as they spoke and were moving quickly to gain as much insight and knowledge to bring back to Terakus for the utilization of it’s own people. It was brilliant. Simply brilliant.

“Oh how pleased I am to have so many that are dedicated to the triumph of Terakus against those….down below.”Speaking as he would of how he regarded those on Alterus as being beneath them. It was clear that Gizora had a lot to do in the coming days and weeks, but the first thing he wanted more than anything was to see where he would be based.

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“So how is my home coming along, hmm? I hope there is a closet, cause..” He flipped open the robe, exposing his female form. “I can hardly keep going to events like this.” Gizara pressed a button on the side of the car door that turned on the speaker system as music soon started to flood the interior of the car. It was a song that made Gizora bop her head in time to the beat.

“Just another little thing, Charlie. You…and your report, are more than satisfactory. So….relax…” The Destructor eased back and crossed her legs sensually, as the car sped along to her new home.

 

~RB~

 

Fu:  

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– Charlie had his face pressed up against the wall of the vehicle the moment he had finished speaking earlier and was told what he has spoken to his Lord was a satisfactory answer. From the angle of his positioning as he was looking out the window , his eyelids were shown to be quite baggy . He hasn’t been actively watching his own health ; most likely due to his staying up most nights and crashing or simply sleeping less and less with each day. He is somehow still energetic , or maybe that’s just his crazy running his system. Once Lord Gizora had spoken about her new estate Charlie would answer immediately to let her know what it was like. –

” Yes M’Lord your home is fully equipped with anything you may possibly need. We have began construction a few centuries ago , I won’t be surprised if it has ascended beyond the artificial atmosphere here and goes up into the sky. M’lord your home as well will look great I can assure you . We took into account everything you enjoy and favor in this world and made it into your home. We do have to mention that this building was created with a mage’s help as the construct is purely made of the most complex magical forces , as we didn’t know what precisely you imagined your home so we gave it the appearance of a palace for the moment but once you arrive you are free to re-imagine it’s architecture and design to however you’d like . You are our God after all , there is nothing you can’t do ! * squeals before regaining composure *. I do want to let you know now and we are terribly sorry if you can’t recall ; but you told us to take samples of you in the past to perform some experiments which also explains why your body isn’t at it’s entire best as of yet. This has brought together quite a bunch of results , but as you know considering Genetic Spawns and such , some if not all of the Dark Lords should be waiting for you in your home . They couldn’t be at the ritual due to the ritual’s rules , it is a stingy rule we know . I think we are getting close however , so I hope you are ready to see your home !”

– Charlie was never this talkative but to a being like Gizora he had no choice but to be so upbeat and more full of life then he normally was. He waited so long for this day and now he was here, he wasn’t going to let this moment go to waste , nor did he plan on ever doing so . He was also quite informative on filling things in for her , as he was born to be a assistant of sorts for her so he clearly knew quite a bit even though he was supposed to be a lowly servant. This didn’t stop him from getting the necessary information that would prove vital for Gizora and letting her know what she rightfully deserved to know and if she had ever wanted to inquire more he would provide more information for her.-

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Dark Moon of Terakus

The roads that came down from the mountain were winding ones, that were carved into the side of the mountain, with precarious edges that the black vehicle just made it around. It added to the fear factor for those that dared to make the trek up to the resting chamber of the Lord Destructor. Everything made on the Dark Moon had that taken into account. The meticulous planning for each and everything – a hall mark of the devotion that its people placed upon given tasks. With the start of the city approaching once the car made the final bend, did Gizora truly start to see the magnitude of the civilization born from an ideal. One of many metropolises that were spread across the moon, each with sections that catered to each functioning part. From industry, to finance, the city heart, accommodation towers for workers and the lower end, plus the grand estates of the Dark lords. Combat training grounds and arenas for blood sports that could hold over two hundred thousand souls.

As the car sped along the busy road, given special lighting clearance to make good time, the driver had a special GPS unit that alerted him to the navigational data to take the Destructor to his home. What would be the towering glory of the main metropolis, like silver sliced shards that went high into the very clouds – above and beyond any other building near it. A beacon almost in what was a dark sky.

Seeing it for the first time, Gizora’s face was one of great pleasure. The building being everything he had ever imagined, as it was a testimony to his will and power over the countless years. A hand raised to the tinted pane to touch the glass as if he wished to curl his fingers around the very structure from the distance. Home. A place whereby the Dark Lords may gather in his presence and pay homage.

Of course, Charlie was more than happy to inform the Lord Destructor with everything that he knew of the makings and planning of his future residence. It had taken centuries to build and was even aided with the help of a mage, to conduct the most magical of feats within, along with harnessing even greater power. Gizora brought her hand down to a fist and bumped it on her knee. A sign that he was more than pleased with this news.

“You are our God after all , there is nothing you can’t do !” His squeal of enthusiasm was matched by that of Gizora who totally forgot himself and joined the high pitch chorus. “And if I haven’t done it, I bloody well will.” A slight eyebrow wiggle showed that the Destructor had managed to keep his sense of humor over time.

Finding their composure again, after Giz let out a little wooo sound, he listened to Charlie speak about the DNA samples that had been harvested over time. “Ah yes, I was wondering how that went. Not exactly easy to get them from me, but that might explain a lot about my appearance, no?” Meaning that he was in the image of a she. It was true that not all his powers had returned to him, but when they did…..look out.

There had been a number of results from the Genetic testing and subsequent spawns, which caused Gizora to smirk.“It’s a hell of a lot easier than having to carry them in your body for nine months. Let alone have to spit them out. I had worried about giving birth out of my dick. Had I known I would be a woman this time round….” She tapped her lip then said “…eh, still wouldn’t have wanted the stretch marks and cravings.”

A cough from the driver’s seat alerted the pair in back that they had arrived at their destination.

“We have arrived, your Lordship.” The driver saying the only thing needed. The vehicle pulled through the grand gates and started up the driveway towards the colossal building before them. Gizora’s eyes followed it up till it broke through the clouds.

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“Home…sweet home.”

The driver opened the door, and it was then that Gizora happened to notice Charlie’s gaunt appearance. “A little tour…and then you need to eat and rest. Don’t want you dying on me, Charlie.’

~RB~

 

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” You can give birth in any way that you want ; those concepts can only apply to you if you want it to be like so . You literally do make the rules and yes we’ve gotten to Lord Gizora’s home . After you Master ! ”

– He listened to her speak attentively so he didn’t miss anything and responded ideally while giving her a soft smile . It was time for them to get moving , time for them to enter the Palace that belonged to their Lord. Charlie was excited to go see it for himself , he has only heard about it and seen it from afar but today that has all changed on a few words Gizora had spoken. He followed her on out the vehicle and escorted her into her estate , wondering how many Dark Lords will be in attendance and if anything else would reveal itself in time . He didn’t want to blab too much on their way into the domain of the Lord , and so off they went to check out her home-

 

The Maze of Greed – The Finale.

 

We come to the end of the Maze of Greed, with the defeat of Lydia- but the drama isn’t over.  Bandit carries a secret within her that is bound to change everything.  

Artie:  

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Bandit let herself fall nearly limp in Habib’s arms, shaking still. Her heart beat quickly as all she could smell was the fallen angel, all she could see was him, too.. Eyelids fluttered until they closed completely, her arms reaching up to wrap around the fallen’s neck.. Though, despite how much she shook in fear, some part of her wished that it was not Habib that held her, but Raul. God, what was it that attracted her to the messed and broken? Perhaps, that it was that she herself was a mess, that she too was a broken soul, waiting to be put back together.. Another part of her wished nothing more than to drink this all away, and the final part wanted nothing but her death.. What further suffering could she be spared if she was killed now..? Her eyes opened slowly as she gazed up at Habib, head falling back to be against his arm – there was no in between, she could not hold herself up currently..

Her breathing was hard gasps, almost wheezing rather than actual breaths. Her heart beat seemed almost impossibly fast, echoing — wait a minute.. No. Her heart beat was actually quite faint and slow, but yet.. there was another sound, thumpthumthumpthump, rapid in tune and seeming to come from her lower abdomen.. Oh. Oh.. it was another heartbeat entirely.. Yes. Bandit was pregnant. And Raul was her child’s father.. But she did not yet know of this pregnancy, she did not yet know of the little being that she held inside of her, a child with magic as strong as its father’s and a will to live as strong as its mother’s… Bandit needed nutrition and warmth, she would catch a sickness remaining outside and in such a weakened state – in fact, she could feel the same waves of unconsciousness overcoming her, appearing to be faint for another time. This would not be good for her baby..

 

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Scar was now beaming brightly as his beautiful Princess took his hand. In the change from coming back in the hat, he was actually taller now, and one might say better looking. Maybe it was his love for the young witch that had him appear this way. Then again, it was not how one looked, but what they were truly inside that made them worthy of love. Scar had been to hell and back…really, in order to save the girl of his dreams. He had been sent away in his own hat, and then brought back her family to her in order to help her. Little did he truly understand that in order to save her, she had to learn to save herself. It would be a good lesson for life and one that would be important in the coming days as the rest of hell figured out that Lydia was dead.

Wow…the evil bitch finally got what was coming to her and she had a particularly nasty end. But looking about them now, they would see nothing but beauty. The maze had come back full and strong – vivid and colourful. Gone were the evils that walked its many lengths, but instead there were brightly coloured flowers and singing birds. Maybe this was an unnatural phenomenon in a place like Greed, but it matched the new Princess perfectly.

Scar gave Mariela’s hand a squeeze as he gestured for Sam, Sean and Tessa to follow. The alp knew that the family deserved a reunion that made the whole adventure worth while. In the coming days, Mariela would have a lot of choices to make. For one…she must decide if her family was to return. Mariela might be able to visit them, but the truth was she now belonged in Hell, and Greed was her kingdom and her home.

“Wait till you guys see the castle. It’s probably still a mess from the ball. Hope they have clean up crews working on it.” No truer statement had been made. There had been magical fights up there and much destruction and death. Not exactly the kind of place you want to take your relatives. Walking past the great giant Douglas, you could see the ginger haired mountain was happy for the small couple, but he was also sad in a way. There was no going back to the Fallen mansion now, and even if he could….Quinn was not there. His only friend in the worlds. He had lost his family long ago, and had no one to call his….or a real home. Some were getting their happy ever afters and others were not. The biggest losers were those that chose to play their worst cards with little regard for the others. Raul…Lydia…both lost.

The giant wiped away a stray tear as he leaned on his battle axe. The maze in behind him was in full bloom and colour. Did it really need a gardener now? Slowly, he made his way out of the maze and continued his search for the hell hound…his only friend.

(TC – Douglas)

Further back, Habib was holding onto the very tired looking Bandit. Her breathing was still shallow and her gasping came hard and sounded dreadful. She needed rest from all that had happened, and the fallen held her very close to him as he started to follow the rest of the party. But it was during that first few steps that he felt not one…but two heartbeats. Strange. A human only has….Habib’s eyes widened at the realization. No…it can’t be. Was Bandit pregnant? He stopped long enough to let the others get well ahead before saying anything.

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“I was going to take you away from this realm to a place where you can be healed…..but, it may destroy the life within you.” The fallen knew that if Bandit was indeed pregnant, and if the baby belonged to who he thought it did, that there was no way she could leave hell now. The fallen had to think quickly. The Princess and her family were just getting on with their lives, and now this. If Raul found out, he would bring about such death and destruction to get back Bandit and their child. Habib’s wings burst into life and without looking back, he pushed off from the ground, soaring into the air with Bandit in his arms. He needed to find her a temporary sanctuary from all that could harm her so he could think of what to do next.

Her life…and that of her unborn depended on it.

~RB~

 

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Mariela looked at Scar, realizing how much taller he was than her. “You’re taller now.” she stated with a small smile. She had always thought Scar was a charmer – but now he actually looked it. But she didn’t state this out loud, and instead bit the corner of her lip and gave a smile, before turning to Tessa and her brothers.

As they walked through the maze, Mariela took time to look around and notice how truly beautiful it was. Certainly much different than what it looked like before. It was a nice change, and Mariela admired how beautiful the maze was. Made her actually want to walk through it this time. Mariela looked down when Scar squeezed her hand, entwining their fingers together as he did so. She then looked up when Scar spoke.

“The castle is quite grand. It has everything you can imagine, and certainly fits for a perfect castle for Greed.” she said with a small laugh, looking at Tessa and her brothers again. “There was a… incident at the ball. We weren’t there to see what happened, but my guess is none of it was good. And if we walk and it’s completely destroyed, I apologize.” she spoke, turning to look ahead again.

“I didn’t think you could do it. Kill the Princess of Greed.” Tessa spoke, and Mariela turned to look at her. “I’ve killed once before, you know. That’s why I ended up in Hell.” she spoke. “That was different.” Sean spoke up. “You did it to protect us.” he spoke again, and Mariela looked at him. “And I killed Lydia to protect myself, and everybody else. The same exact reason I killed that man years ago. To protect the one’s I love.”

“Lydia was so… powerful. Yet you managed to kill her.” Tessa spoke, still not believing that little Mariela defeated the “powerful” Princess of Greed. Mariela just sighed, looking forward again. “Lydia may have been powerful, but that power caused her death. She may have been Princess of Greed, but there is such a thing as being too greedy.” she started.“Her Greed and ambition and desire to be the most powerful person in Hell caused her demise.” she said, then looked at the trio. “That, and the fact she had a really bad habit of underestimating people who were “lower” than her.” she said with a smile.

“So, you’re the new Princess of Greed. What are you going to do now?” Sam asked and Mariela shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see. But I know one thing. I’ll do a hell of a better job running this place than Lydia ever did.” she spoke.

 

 

Masked Desire – Fable of Swords.

The true depths to which Lady Dominique would go to defend what is hers was only now being known.  Behind the green eyes, and the beautiful smile, lay the beating heart of a true demon.  Only thing was….she was human.  This night would now bring the players to her game table.  Nobles that wished to partake in sins of the flesh.  A gathering of her faithful – masked from the light.

The Slave Market and Spa

Co-written with Moo and Chor.

Moo:


Ava smirked as her stirring slowed gradually to a stop. Dominique’s grin was enough to give her an answer; she would in fact have a special job to do this evening. The woman lifted her drink and took a long sip as she listened to the ginger talk. With a small and thoughtful mmm, Ava set it back down on the bar and licked her lips. “I would be glad to ease the weight from your shoulders,” she prompted. The explanation that followed wasn’t what she had expected completely. But knocking a man down a few pegs would always be payment enough for the woman. Not to mention the damage he had probably done was something to her property here in the slave market. He sounded like a pig…like someone she might enjoy toying with. “I’m listening…” Her elbow rested against the bar as she leaned forward to show her interest in the job. A small heh and she was grabbing the bag of coin, weighing it in her hand as she listened to the rest. Her eyes lifted to meet Dominique’s, a small and playful grin settling on her lips. “Of course. You have my word it will be done tonight.” At this point, the compensation meant less to her than the joy of seeing the scum grovel at her feet. “He’ll be left with nothing but his humiliation…” Strip the man of his pride along with everything else. What a refreshing…and appealing thought.

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Oh how Dominique adored hearing words of acceptance to the idea of cheating this horrid wife beating scum out of everything. It was almost as delicious as eating a favorite fruit. The slave Mistress knew well of Ava’s views on the types of men that treated women no better than dogs. One thing that the shared was that while they did buy and sell people for the use of pleasurable entertainment, they did their best to ensure that they were treated as valuable commodities. No expense was spared to make sure they were healthy and kept clean with decent quarters. Dominique ran one of the most exclusive spas in the city, and there was high expectations in just what her clients paid for. The niece of the King liked to think of her establishment as a pleasure dome – a place where all your cares were swept away and you were made to feel like royalty and treated to such glorious attentions. From bathing, massages and of course naughty nocturnal activities. Her events were more like theatrical styled plays where the customers became seduced into the luxurious settings and entertained by all manner of troupes and luscious ladies that tended to your every need and desire.

With Ava accepting the offered coins to be the wagers played in the game of chance, the woman would not have to spend a coin of her own money. The rewards however….oh the personal gratification would be worth its weight in gold and a memory to hold for a lifetime.

“Very good. Very good.” Rising from her chair, Dominique felt the sheer fabric of a fine shawl being draped over her shoulders by her ever attentive Tim. “I would like a full blow…by blow account when this is done, my dear.” Dominique batted her eyelashes as she flashed a wicked smile. “I so look forward to our next meeting.” That said, Dominique moved from the table, Tim only stopping to bow graciously before Ava, as a servant brought up payment for the slaves which she had delivered prior to the Ladies having a little drink.

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“With our Mistresses esteemed compliments.” There was more than enough that covered payment for the slaves of that day.

~RB~

Moo: Ava smiled as she watched Dominique rise from her chair. “I’ll be sure to save all the juicy details for you,” she returned easily. The woman was more than content to share the wicked humility she would put that gentleman through, especially with the likes of Dominique. The redhead stated the very thoughts passing through Ava’s mind, leaving her to nod subtly. “As do I,” she agreed before she stood. The redhead would be leaving the table to attend to her usual duties, it seemed. Not a problem for Ava, as she could leave the spa and continue on with her evening before her special date later tonight. She looked to Tim, who was already bowing. She gave him a nod of respect before turning her attention to the nearing servant, taking payment for the slaves she brought in today. More than enough, actually. “Thank you, darling.” Ava reached into the pouch, taking out a coin to look at before stuffing it back in. “I’ll see myself out.” With a broad smile, she began walking away, and out the door back to her carriage. Tonight was about to be one of the most entertaining yet…

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Watching Ava take her leave through the grand gates, she would have seen the arriving procession of carriages all of which had black curtains to shield the nobles faces from the gazes of those on the streets. Each one that stopped had a masked man or woman exit. Each wore masks upon their faces to conceal their identities. The affair of Lady Dominique was strictly invite only, and she made sure that discretion was of the utmost importance. All the workers scattered from within the courtyard as the sound of strange music and drums could be heard, to herald the arrival of the esteemed guests.

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At the gate, two guards, whose faces were also covered, to only show their eyes took the parchment scrolls from each guest – checking them for authenticity. Scanning the scripture and the seal of De shea. Once accepted, they were handed back. A gloved hand gestured for the guests to enter the gates, one at a time. Silence befell them as on the balcony Dominique disappeared within the doors to her private chambers. There, she had four servants, all wearing masks on their faces. Dominique moved to the center of the room, and she extended her arms as her clothing was all carefully removed. it was almost like a ritual of sorts. The only male present was Tim – who stood well back as he too was being changed into the robes of the De Shea. He watched on, as Dominique was washed down, from head to foot with various sponges and cloths. Oils were rubbed into her skin, and hair plucked from places to show she was clean shaven. Perfect. Her ginger curls were brushed out till they shone – flowing down her back till it reached the very base of her back. Just resting on the rise of her rounded backside. A golden mask was fitted to her face, to shield her from the gaze of those males that may guess to who lay behind it. It was all part of the game. Finally, when dried off, she was dressed. A stunning black robe that pooled onto the floor at her feet. Each foot was lifted with care, and golden threaded sandals were fitted carefully by a servant that knelled on the ground before their Mistress. The air in her chamber was rich with burning incense, that wafted about those in the room. Almost intoxicating and added to the magic as the doors were finally opened to allow the Mistress to join with the honored guests at her night affair.

The party to end them all.

Walking with purpose, Dominique headed out and down the right passage, going down the stairs slowly to see the torch bearers ready to illuminate the path as she passed each with her head held high. Like some grand priestess, this was how the night was to be played out.

Already in the main audience chamber, those that had arrived early were already feasting upon the flesh of the masked – yet naked slaves. Men and women alike. The cries and moans of pleasure melded with the music, and as Dominique walked amongest it all, she felt her own heart start to beat faster. Sin…debauchery. This was the devil’s playground and it all belonged to her.

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If only….if only she could dance with Him upon her silk sheets, and let him drink of her sweet nectar…one last time.

The chosen male that she had picked from the line up was already waiting. He had been stroking himself into readiness as the Mistress made a bee line for him. In behind, Tim watched on. He wore his mask and he did not partake in the festivities, but no doubt his dreams would be filled with the decadent images of what he was to see. The pounding of drums continued on….the lone singer sang in an Indian chant and it was to this rhythm that the orgy got into full swing.

~RB~

Chor:  The Lady De shea’s orgies were such quiet – well, that may not be the right term- and personal affairs. There was a list and if you weren’t printed on the beautiful cut parchment then you might as well be street-scum for this coveted occasion. It wasn’t exceptionally often that the Lady had such parties, but when she did it was a special, special place at the market. Much to her surprise, she was asked to- instead of dealing with the rest of the slaves as she normally would- assist in the bathing and dressing of the Lady. This was an honour she could not pass down. The man who informed her, though not to her face and very much behind her back to another giggling housemaiden, that she ought to keep her robes on. Ashamed, she confined herself to the bathhouse until called upon to the Mistress’ quarters to ready her for the grand orgy that was to occur in a short time. As Mala went about washing the Lady’s thin form, she could only think of how beautiful the woman was. The clear, flawless skin and the untouched and perfect bone structure. What Mala really found herself jealous of was the Lady’s hair. Long and soft, curling as she held it and ran a brush through it. Eventually, the time came for the event to begin.

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Mala was dressed in her own black robe and mask. She steered particularly clear of most of the commotion and kept to the shadows, watching the event from the sidelines. She was secretly relieved she didn’t have to participate. This kind of thing wasn’t really part of her niche, but if told to she would oblige. At this moment, though, her participation would be an embarrassment and dampen on the whole party.

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If you have ever seen the frantic pace in which a beehive lives and breathes, you could say that it was something to be compared to what was taking place before Mala’s eyes. So many moving around in ritualistic movements that were done not so much by thought but by instinct. At the center of it all was the Hive’s Queen, or rather Lady Dominique. Having her robe removed by two muscular slaves with masks on and nothing else, she straddled her chosen lover for the night and rode him as though he was a prized stallion. There was no love, no emotion – just a raw display of the power that this woman had. In fact, many stopped midway through their own ministrations to take in the event unfolding. The loud grunts from her chosen and the sweat riddled face that was shielded behind the mask – stared up at his Mistress as though he was enthralled by her, as most were. But if only they knew what was going on in Dominique’s own mind. She was a million miles away with the lover of her dreams. The King. Well before his sickness, when he was the proud and powerful monarch of the lands.

It was the King who had her love, captured as though a butterfly within a jar. There was simply no escape, and there was no air in which to breathe. It would eventually suffocate and die from the starvation of the life giving air, or in this case love.

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As the robed guests milled around, and either partook, or simply enjoyed the voyeuristic pleasures to come from watching Dominique and the others – Tim moved in beside Mala. he was aware of who she was by the markings on the mask. It was his way of keeping track of just who was who and who was WITH who. Call it cataloging, or more like a type of branding that didn’t mark the skin at all. His masked face turned towards Mala, who would have been completely unaware of the Mistress’s deal with Ava. He was of course sworn to the secrecy of the Lady’s plans, but he did have one thing to whisper to the slave.

“We all get our pleasures in different ways.” His dark brown eyes would look back to his Mistress, who had amazing stamina. “But in the end….we all want the same thing…” Tim’s voice changed in this light hush so as not to be overheard. What did he mean, you think? It was a question that Mala may well ponder.

~RB~

Chor:  Mala watched display as everyone did, but for her it was but a background show. The woman was delving deep into her mind, the scene before her reminding her of the painful hours of her late night and early morning. With each moan was a flinch as her vision clouded. These were not tears, but the painful reminders of her lack thereof. Friendly dwellers to blur her sight. As Tim appeared beside her once more…the second time this day, she peered to him. Looking more through him than at him. He spoke and she listened, feeling and tasting the words on her lips as he said them. She looked from him to their mistress then, who was still going at it.

“I suppose you are right,” Mala whispered to him, clasping her hands before her and resting them against her torso. What did Mala’ikan really want? Freedom? She knew this unattainable. Love? She knew this to be a lie. Happiness? Ha, she laughed in the face of happiness. She wished often for a life worth living, but there has never been anything she truly wanted save for death…on so many occasions, death.

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Tim stood beside Mala and did not react to Mala’s whispered words. In a way he was hypnotized by watching his Mistress in her sexual movements with the chosen slave. The Mistress was not one to go from one to the next, like you might expect. When she had done with him, she’d retire to an area that was screened off, but still with viewing portals and able to hear all that was going on. This was as much to watch the masked nobles. Little did the nobles understand when they were sent their masks by special delivery that Dominique had picked them personally. Mentally, she was able to work out exactly who was who and what they favored, or rather what their kinks were. It enabled her to provide, not only a better service to them in the coming months, but in some ways it was leverage. A true Queen of her web of sin, she was slowly but surely wrapping each up using their own hedonistic pleasures in which to trap them. Oh yes, she promised discretion and anonymity to those that partook in these events, but at the end of the day, they were all pawns on her chess board that would eventually come to realize that there was no escape.

A true demon in every word, except she was the daughter of Eve.

Having finished with her chosen slave, she caressed his masked cheek, before sliding off his lap and then having her robe placed back around her by two of her servants. The wickedness was to continue until the wee hours, or until the last man finished, but it did not need her to be there the entire time. Dominique was above all others and would move to her special viewing area, where she would be cleaned of the sweat and sexual juices, before getting comfortable on a cushioned lounge and provided with wine and fruit.

Her mask could now be removed, as she was no longer in plain sight and this was when Tim was given the signal to Tim to bring Mala down to this special area.

“Come.” He asked simply, gesturing with Mala to follow, till they reached the veiled off area.

Once inside, Mala would be able to see Dominique lying back, wearing nothing but necklaces and a few anklets.

“Ah…Mala, do come in.”

Tim would nod for the woman to do as instructed, but he would then remove his mask. An indication that Mala should do the same.

“Mala, I do not wish for you to leave this eve. I have arranged a special room to accommodate you.”

If Mala had any reservations as to what her husband may say of this, she was about to find out in very harsh terms.

~RB~

Chor:  As the mistress finished, there was a hush before the masses once again started up their own rituals. Noises of passion filled Mala’s ears and despite her attempts to flush them out, they became a music. Often she was assigned a place with those charged with musical accompaniment for the night, but it seemed there was a separate purpose for her at this evening affair. Tim gestured towards the place where their mistress went to rest and she obliged, following obediently. Years and years ago, this willingness to do just as she was told would have sickened her. The learned response now is just agreement. To fight is to lose and to lose it to die.

“My lady,” Mala spoke, bowing to her mistress until given the permission to stand and look upon her. Her sight was breathtaking, as always, and her activities brought a glow about the mistress’ form that Mala could only dream of. Mala drew her robes closer in disgust at herself. She reluctantly removed her mask, but it did nothing if the woman already knew of her identity underneath. What came out of the mistress’ dark and luscious lips was a complete surprise. It also brought great anxiety. My stars, that man will kill me yet… A nod bobbed her head; she could not refuse. In her eyes, though, there was evident fear and confusion.

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Dominique was very attuned to reading a person’s body language, and when she saw the way that Mala drew her cloak around herself, matched with that facial expression it brought about a quiet sigh from the Mistress. She knew….oh yes she knew what this meant. It actually annoyed her somewhat, but it also confirmed much of what she was already thinking. Those dark eyes showed the very pits of the poor girl’s soul. What terrible things had the man that was known as simply her husband done to her within the confines of their marital home? The Slave Mistress could only imagine. Dominique’s eyes darted towards Tim, who was present as always.

“Leave us a moment.” Her voice directed to her assistant, who graciously bowed and made his way out of the secluded area. Tossing aside a cushion, Dominique pushed herself up off the lush spread of satin pillows, and without a seeming care in the world about her state of undress, she moved with the grace of a panther towards the girl, and reached for the tie that held the robe she wore in place. The Slave Mistress was careful in her movements, her eyes not leaving that of Malas’s as she un-threaded the robe to let it simply fall from the girl’s shoulders. Dominique did not show an expression of lust, nor want as she let her eyes take in that of Mala’s naked form. Instead, she started to walk around her, inspecting her body and making up her own mind about what she could see, and what she couldn’t. Some marks were very hard to hide, but not only that, the girl’s reaction to the simplest touch would speak volumes.

Coming in behind her, Dominique tilted her head slightly, as she drew the tip of her finger along one of the lash marks that were on the girl’s back. It was not done to hurt the girl, but to make her understand full well, that the Mistress was no fool. She knew what that beast of a man had done.

“Why hurt something so beautiful?” Her words were like whispers within the back ground of the sounds of pleasure that were happening just beyond the screen. Dominique appreciated the beauty of Mala’s all too gaunt form. If the Slave Mistress had her way, she would plump the girl up a little. Dominique stepped up so now her naked body could just be felt upon the girl’s back. The Slave Mistress then swept the girl’s hair back softly, before bending in to kiss the back of the girl’s neck. Her hot breath sure to send a wild sensation throughout the shivering girl’s form. “You should be worshiped for the Goddess that you are.” An almost lusty tone now entered these words, as Dominique brought her hands around and placed one hand upon the girl’s stomach, the other gently resting upon her breast.

“I won’t let him harm you ever again. I promise.” A hushed yet husky whisper melded with the gentleness of her wandering hands, proved weight to that statement. “You shall remain here….and I shall teach you what it is to be loved.”Her nose moved along the tip of Mala’s ear, before she slowly released the girl and went back to her nest of satin pillows. Settling back in, she clapped for Tim to return back into the room. He was quick to cover the girl once again with the same robe that had fallen to the floor.

“Take her to the Ambrosia suite.” The Ambrosia suite was one for the richest of nobles, but for tonight, it would be Mala’s room. Without another word, Dominique went back to peering through the viewing portals at her writhing guests.

~RB~

 

 

 

 

 

Beware the Ginger – Fable of Swords.

 

Never trust a smiling cat, or a woman who seeks to plot the demise of a man.  Dominique learns of the mistreatment of one of her workers by a drunken husband.  With Ava in attendance, a plan is put together to benefit both women.

Domi’s Slave market and Spa

Co-written with Chor and Moo.

 

Chor:  

Mala lit up at the praise from the woman, bowing lowly with respect towards her mistress. Her short, light-blond locks, which had been haphazardly sliced by her husband in a fit of drunken rage, bounced as she did so. He didn’t want anyone else taking a liking to her, so stealing her beauty was his only way of ensuring that she stayed his. Pulling herself back up from the bow, was harder than the long distance she’d walked to her mistresses market this morning. The smile, though, was painted still upon her face.

“Much thanks, my lady. I only aim to do as you would wish me to,” she replied, returning then to her duties as ‘mother hen’. The girls were stopped and she scooted them along with taps to the ankles from her toes. Tim nearly scared Mala as he came up beside her; the jump following her gasp was far more obvious than she would have wanted it to be. Her eyes traveled up to look at him as they walked.

“It is disheartening to see the mistress in such an upset; a great sadness falls upon the house when she is distressed,” Mala replied, biting her lip. Domi is a very strong, independent woman, but even the greatest have faults. His next question was easy to answer.

“Are there ever any complaints from me?” She asked, her smile returning for a brief moment as his eyes met hers. What she was in them was a different kind of discussion. One she didn’t feel was appropriate to be having. It happened, though, and he mentioned her husband. Her eyes averted feverishly and she rubbed her upper arm with a calloused hand, rough with years of scrubbing the servant’s feet with pumice. The clients like the girls’ feet soft…

“He was just intoxicated; I disobeyed a direct order and I deserved to be punished. It’s not his fault. He didn’t mean to hurt me; only teach me a lesson,” she said, her answer almost monotone. She grew tired of this excuse, but usually it got her out of trouble.  

 

Moo:  Ava scoffed while her redheaded friend joked about the event to be held later that evening. She cleared her throat and grinned a little mischievously. Dominique certainly did flaunt it. Flaunted it all. One had to admire the wealth she had gained for herself. Sure, she had a name thanks to her late husband, but it was easily dismissed. Who needed a man to make themselves healthy and happy? Ava certainly felt she could accomplish anything with her own resolve. No man needed to guide her needlessly. One thing they were good for…well, Dominique had that all figured out. Ava casually turned her attention to the commotion off to the corner of the room, as she looked onto the mother hen of the coop. The woman was lovely to look at with her fair skin and pale hair. Certainly someone who grabbed a lot of attention without any real effort. “Lovely work, Dominique,” Ava commended in a lighter voice. “You’re right. I’ve never been so impressed with someone’s work as I am with yours, given your trade.” The small smile she offered was as genuine as her words. Despite the abrupt subject change, Ava didn’t mind a single bit. She would prefer to take it to a lighter subject anyhow. Linking arms with the redhead, she acted gentlemanly in her pursuit for the bar, to make herself comfortable. Tim had wandered in the other direction, perhaps to speak some peace to mother hen. His presence would be missed, though not for long as Ava’s attention was brought to a gossiping Dominique. Ah, the woman had a way with words. Petals sagging with morning dew. “Quite the lady I’m talking to,” she said playfully, teasing. However, her smiling face became somewhat quizzical, debating over what she could say. Or rather, cared to say. “What any woman would enjoy, I suppose… I was enjoying the sight seeing this evening as much as you were, lady.” Another grin.

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Tim continued to offer a stern expression when Mala, when she mentioned that her husband had just been intoxicated. Her excuse for his latest round of violence upon her was due to her disobeying a direct order and that she actually deserved the punishment that she got. The eunuch continued to look at her with his lips now drawn into a flat line. When wasn’t her husband drunk? He was well known for favoring spending all her earnings and then some at the gambling houses and the taverns. As far as Tim was concerned the man was a coward – always running from a fight with a man, but more than happy to beat the living daylights out of his wife. Tim well knew that without her income to support his nocturnal habits, that he would be a beggar in the streets, and not living the life he now enjoyed.

“Teaching you a lesson? Really? Do you take me for a fool, Mala? That man is nothing more than a wife beating sadist who deserves the taste of the belt, far more than you do. I have never known you to go against orders whilst in the service of the Mistress. In fact, she praises you constantly and is most proud to have you in her employ.” Tim was right of course, and Mala knew this deep down. Lady Dominique did show respect for those that had earnt it, and in the time that Mala had worked for her, she had done nothing that went against the house rules.

Tim rounded on the girl and then stared at her with a look that may well send a chill down the spine of anyone of lesser standing.

“All you have to do is say the word. Your life could change in a blink, and he would never be found.”

Was he suggesting murder? Whispers had been said about just how far Lady Dominique’s power went. It was not so much that she was a favored niece of the King, but there had been rumors that she kept assassins and others on her books, that would be more than happy….no, they would consider it an honor to rid the world of the stain like Mala’s husband, and no one would be the wiser.

“Think about it.” The eunuch nodded for her to carry on with her duties, before turning away and heading towards the bar on the other side of the courtyard, where Dominique’s sweet laughter was to be heard.

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“A lady? Me? Ahahaha.” Dominique slapped her thigh with her closed fan and had a happy tear like glaze to her eyes.“Oh no. My dear, I know very well what people say of me….and the best part is all of it is true. Every..last detail.” A wide grin played upon the ginger haired Mistress’s lips. “Oh those chaste wives of the nobles of this city would simply curl up and die if they knew that all their men came to this very house to be serviced.” Reaching for Ava’s hand, she leaned in to whisper. “After years of popping out puppies, those women have clit lips like awnings. Flapping back and forth in the breeze and they applaud themselves when they walk.” Dominique let out a giggle, before wrinkling up her nose. ” What man wants that?” She leans back and throws her arm over her chair casually. “So…they come to me, where they know they get exactly what they want with the most lithe of slaves, that fill all their earthly and…hedonistic desires.”

Sucking again on the straw of her cocktail which was served in a coconut, and called “Creme of Fuzzy nuts”, she let out a sigh. “It’s funny how easily a man talks when he has been duly satisfied. Oh …the things I know about the people of this city. I could have any man I want, and then….I blackmail them for all they have. They want to tell, but then find that they can’t.” The truth of Dominique’s wicked ways were only now just being scratched along the surface. She was a mere human being, but had all the talents and shrewdness of a succubus.

“In a man’s world it is win or die. It is a world that few women survive and yet…here we are.” She spoke of Ava in this sense, strongly admiring her for all she had built in her youth.

Tim soon appeared behind his Mistress and then whispered into her ear. What he said, caused Dominique to frown, and cast her eyes towards the bathhouse, where the latest lot of girls were to be washed. The eunuch finished speaking and stood to attention, as the Mistress could be seen plotting something….something horrid. Her mood changing in an instant.

Someone…was going to die.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Ava sure was getting an earful from Dominique. Luckily all to be amusing as she was corrected on her last statement. The woman lifted a brow as she smirked, lifting her own drink to sip from. “How interesting; a woman with a pride that rules even my own. I am impressed with you, as always, Dominique.” The woman surely had a way with words, as she referred to other women’s physical issues, compared to those of the women she kept under roof in this love nest. It had her chuckling, to say in the very least. She had to place a hand over her mouth and set her drink down quickly before she sputtered it all over the bar while she first heard the remarks. And it continued to get better, until the subject took a more serious turn. “I’m sure,” Ava agreed, her hand being taken from her mouth as she had regained her composure. “It’s an admirable quality about you, surely. I’m not ashamed to admit I sought you for your connections. And money.” She pinched her fingers together, rubbing them back and forth greedily for coin, grinning. “It was worthwhile to seek your partnership; I have made more progress since. And! I have made quite an interesting friend with you.” That being said, it was easily agreeable that few women were as strong as them; the admiration between them was very mutual. “Indeed, here we are…” Ava raised her drink as if to give a toast to the statement, though she wouldn’t get anything in return. Tim had come to tell her something…something that apparently required urgent attention as Dominique’s face twisted into something foul. Enough that Ava could tell her business here was done. Or, she had a business opportunity. She tilted her head, slowly stirring her drink as she looked over the brooding ginger. “Can I be of use to you in another way this evening?” A small smile crossed her lips. Of course if she was turned down, she took no hard feelings; Dominique knew she would be in it for the coin rather than the gossip.

 

Chor:  Mala shuddered as Tim berated her. She had not meant to insult his intelligence, but usually there were a few excuses she threw around that got her off the hook. He was right, however, and Mala was not one to disregard authority. Her husband, on the other hand, had a very different set of orders he often forced upon her. To work in the house of the Lady was her job, but her duty was a wife was very often far-streched by her wretched spouse. Suddenly, Tim came to a stop and following him Mala, too slowed her steps to a quiet stop. Too abrupt and she feared she might break down. As her legs stood still, the flesh between them cried in thanks, still suffering from a violent night.

“Thank you,” she said, though she only meant half of it. Sure, she’d thought of it. Oh, how she’d imagined it. A life without him? Terrible.Killing him would be the most pleasurable part of it. Poisoning, pushing him down a well, maybe slitting his throat. All would end with her losing her hard-earned coin to his sister in a town neighboring this. The woman, Paola was almost a scary as her twin brother…Mala’s husband Paolo. She would force Mala from her home, her job, and eventually she knew that Paola would have her as a sex slave and not just a servant. A slave woman without her scumbag husband was just as bad off as one with. She had no claim to anything as a woman because of her exceptionally low status and though her husband was no one special, he had just the right gender to get away with anything. Tim moved to leave Mala and she forced thoughts of her sad existence out of her head. Back to work, it was.

As she reached the baths, it seemed the tear-fest had already begun. Mala slipped off the day’s garb, showing only in her washdress. This piece was flimsy compared to her normal attire, but the others usually disrobe completely. Of course, the bruises, cuts, etc, were easily seen by the room, which brought her much shame, but were they to see underneath her washdress there would be an even bigger gasp of terror running through the house. Of course, the women here would not have to worry about such atrocities, but they couldn’t yet know how good they would be taken care of. As Mala took up a pumice stone, she snatched a sniffling girl’s foot from the water and began scrubbing the filth from her feet. Hours of soaking would not do good enough what she could do in ten minutes. As the working of the girls had finally begun and the talk died down to small whispers, Mala began her song. It was a ritual she always performed and she found for some reason it always helped the girls relax…and even made them more compliant.

Weep not poor children, for life is this way…

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Slave Market and Spa

It was only when Tim had stood behind his Mistress regally, that Dominique came out of deep thought and then suddenly found herself grinning at Ava. What perfect timing to offer her services in another way outside of the orgy that was planned at midnight. Crossing her legs beneath the sheer silk of her dress, Dominique inhaled and then as casually as they came, she started to lay out her plans.

“Why Ava, I have this trifle little matter that has been giving me some grief as of late.”

Tim stared down at his Mistress, knowing full well where this was going. He had explained the situation of her best slave keeper being beaten again, and now it had finally come to a head.

“There is this man in town. Name is Paolo. Turns out that the man has done some terrible things and to make matters worse he owes me for the damage he has done. Now, I could send out Johan to deal with him myself, but…you see, the man is something of a coward. He believes women are beneath him, and I dare say he would not even imagine that one could outsmart him in a game of chance.”

Taking out a large bag of coins, she dropped it on the table just in Ava’s reach.

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“There is a gaming house and slum whore shack that he frequents during the nights that his wife works. I am asking well, as a friend, if you would take this money and use it to lure him into a game ….that he can’t win.” That devilish gleam came into her eyes, as she pursed her lips in a cheeky fashion. “He would be so bold to bet everything he has to win when he has had enough to drink. And I want it all.” There was no mistaking the determination in her voice now. ” Course, you will be compensated for your efforts. That…and you get to see a man grovel at your feet. What do you say? Knock up a notch for the women of this city?’

Dominique picked up her drink from the table, taking a long and leisurely sip.

~RB~