Esme’s Gift – The Witches Circle : PD

Following on from ‘Blood Magic’.  Should Astartoth; the Prince of Pride be trusting of Lavinia and her magic?  Probably not….

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– The Young Scholar’s mouth stayed shut as he listened to the Prince of Pride speak to the Elder , having seen them continue to speak about the relations in the kingdoms Oridin had found himself listening to Lavinia without a second thought and came over to her to take what she had asked for. Oridin would take each of the items listed and would then place them into a bag he carried around , knowing that at this point in time he was to be ready ; he was simply glad he carried around a small bag of magical items . Staying quiet alittle bit after hearing what was told to him Oridin mentally prepared for the voyage. But being a Apprentice he wanted one thing in particular. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Elder, since I am to depart soon for Pride ; I wish to ask if I am allowed to delve in your knowledge ? A book or two from your collection , it would be an honor to learn from a mind so divine . A mage can always expand their knowledge and learn no matter where they are , and I wish to not slack even while on a mission .”

– Surely the journey ahead will be a new experience but he would find it to be a special one . Away from home , in a new land devoid of his comfort zones . His mind could tell there would be new things he’d learn , whether it was to help him in his studies or just knowledge to know . –

Tory:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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The Witches Circle

He frowned at Lavinia’s words. He did not like to hear a mention of shift in powers. Not from a witch after hearing it the same day from a genie. Something was really wrong and it seemed to Astaroth that the prince of Gluttony had been thrown smack in the middle of it.
Is there anything any demon can control?” he muttered rhetorically under his breath as the elder stepped down from her throne. He’d been unlucky enough to hear stories of a gluttonous prince once. To this day he still regretted hearing them. A person that couldn’t stop eating or wanting was simply something Astaroth couldn’t understand. He himself was supposed to be a prince of pride but he was not a proud man. At least, he didn’t feel so.
Lavinia’s mention of the right hand of doom made everything click for Astaroth. He knew what the hand along with a heart could do. But he also knew that it didn’t need to be a proud prince’s heart. It just had to be a prideful heart.
Is that his goal? To bring destruction upon the world?” he asked angrily, though the anger was not directed at the elder. She did say that the gluttonous prince perhaps didn’t understand the power he now controlled. If anyone was mad enough to wield the right hand of doom and even think of capturing a prideful heart along with it, they most likely didn’t understand anything or were simply in no condition to make decisions about even their underwear for the day.
It serves me perhaps more than I’d like to admit, but it really puts a damper in my stroll when I can’t do it because of pain. At the rate it’s getting worse and the future it is most likely warning me about, I doubt I’ll be able to move by the end of the week.” which would typically be the time which his attacker would choose to come knocking.
Astaroth looked back at the witch once she mention the time limit and the gift. He was relieved Gluttony only had six days left. Astaroth liked to believe his defenses were good enough to last that long. Especially since he hadn’t received any warning of an approaching army from anywhere around the lake.
He waited patiently while she explained the ritual to the boy. It was not the time to speak nor his place. It was interesting to say the least to see the witch explaining. As Astaroth wasn’t a being that used magic like they did it was fascinating to observe. He would gladly sit through rituals performed by witches and warlocks just to see how it worked. To document the process and make a detailed report on witches and warlocks for future generations to read and learn from.
Thank you, Elder. I will gladly grant him full access to my library for study and I will do my best to keep the boy safe until he can return here to be raised in rank.” he bowed to Lavinia and turned to Oridin. “I’m afraid I can not travel with you nor can I leave my island to escort you back to my castle. But I will make sure a flag will be waiting for you at any dock you choose to travel from so that you may pass safely over the lake. If you wish I can send someone to keep you even safer on your way.[/b]” he waited for the boy to answer before nodding and removing his crown. He stood for a moment before his body crumbled into the golden sands it came from and Astaroth’s consciousness was transported back to his own body in Pride castle.

[Thread change to Pride Kingdom]

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Thankfully Astaroth was not stupid. Nor it seemed consumed as yet by his sin. In a way it was a blessing, but possibly a curse in disguise. The Prince of Pride was a man that used his insight to question the possible actions of others, in particular the other Princes. Astaroth continued to bring up questions, that Lavinia was more than happy to answer. After all, much was at stake and she knew exactly how best to play it.

“Is that his goal? To bring destruction upon the world?” A very good question. Lavinia paused for a moment, as a raven returned from its flight – message delivered. It landed upon the tip of Lavinia’s staff and stared with its black eyes at the Prince, then turned it’s head back to his Mistress, who nodded at the raven before speaking.

“One of hunger does not care what it consumes, so long as there is to be power gained from such. But I guess, that if you were to eat the world hollow, it would collapse therefore bringing its end. Imagine being so obsessed with this never ending hunger, you fail to see just what you are really doing.” Lavinia tutted, but then showed another smile. Knowing full well that Astaroth could rest easy with the fact he had six days to prepare, and with this new gift and the assistance of yet another to his cause. You would think he was blessed in a way to have so much going for him. Servants that would do anything to protect his royal heart.

Having accepted both the gift of the mage’s help and the items he would be carrying with him, Lavinia was happy to see them on their way.

As the Prince had arrived in the unorthodox manner of being nothing more than a golem, she watched the Prince advise the young Mage on what preparations would be made on his arrival at the lake. A flag would be at the dock, allowing safe passage over the lake to the castle proper. Once Astaroth’s body crumbled to nothing but golden sands, Lavinia turned to her young mage.

“I think that went rather well, don’t you?” Her voice having a delicious purr to it.

Pinching a tail feather from her trusty raven, she then tucked it gently into Oridin’s hair. “There…another gift. It will help you when the time comes.” She didn’t say how it would help, but clearly she knew more about the Pride kingdom than she had let on. Raising her hand, she revealed a sparkling golden mist that she then blew towards Oridin. This was to help him travel across to the lake of Pride, where no doubt others were waiting for safe passage.

“Now. You seek books. Feel free to use my library in my house. Take the two you need and then simply say “teleportavimas” You will leave Witches circle and Dyre immediately after.”

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Standing not far from where all this had taken place, Esme watched on silently. Her eyes were dilated and she could feel the very dark magic in the air….pulsing through her veins and teasing her mind. Would she be strong enough to fight it when the time came?

~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– The Apprentice listened to the two exchange words before the Prince of Pride offered allowing the library of Pride to be at his full usage ; it would seem that he would have to take the voyage alone as the Prince of Pride did not arrive naturally. This meant Oridin needed to get there with assistance of sorts ; he did feel a bit unease as going alone was never something he enjoyed but alas he needed to get out there into this world and understand more. The Prince of Pride would soon leave and the Apprentice would bow respectfully as he vanished ; Oridin would listen to the Elder as she had spoken to him as she placed a feather into his hair . He would bow again nervously but all the more gratefully for her help. –

Oridin Lexington :” Thank you for your assistance in my educational pursuits ! ”

– Oridin would run off but would slowly backtrack with a very awkward look in his face before his voice finally came back out . He didn’t know where to go , and felt quite flustered for storming off without having any knowledge of where she lived precisely and he didn’t want to go blindly looking . –

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Oridin Lexington : ” Um……. where is your house Elder ? ”

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“I know where it is.” Esme stepped out from behind one of the dead trees and offered a warm smile to both her aunt and Oridin. She’d been paying close attention to everything that had gone on and now she saw it may be a good time to step in. Surely Lavinia had more pressing matters, like speaking with her raven now that it had returned out of the two she sent away. Holding her hands in front of her with her fingers laced together, Esme turned side on and allowed Oridin to walk to her side so that the pair might start off together. Being aware that Oridin was to use one of Lavinia’s spells to move across to the lake of Pride, she did have some curiosity over the raven feather that had been gently inserted between locks of Oridin’s hair. Her eyes glanced up towards it with her eyebrows also raised. Not to let on that she was being so inquisitive, she called back to her aunt.

“I’m happy to show him the way back.” Esme added cheefully.

“Very well.” Lavinia’s tone was almost dismissive in its delivery as she returned to her knotted wood throne to sit and stroke her raven.

Knowing it would be foolish to hang around after the matter was done and dusted, Esme started off – reaching up to draw her hood over her head. Her long red cloak billowing behind her. A cool breeze had now whipped up. The chill was enough to raise the hairs on the back of your neck. Almost like a frozen hand strumming the air currents. So very strange. Esme did her best to ignore it.

As the pair walked along, Esme had to ask.

“The Queen is sending you on a very special assignment, but…I have a bad feeling about this.” Esme couldn’t help but get a sense of foreboding about the whole thing. First Lavinia sends Gluttony packing with a powerful banishment, then she brushes off Mariela, the Princess of Greed with a warning…..and now she is gifting Pride and sending the young Mage to do a spell of protection. Esme pursed her lips, but her worry was growing. This time piece that the Dark one spoke of….was doing harm…everywhere.

~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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– Oridin sighed with relief hearing Esme give him a sign of knowing where it was and with that Oridin went to the side of Esme to follow as the Elder dismissed them both. Off they went to the library of Lavinia , while walking Oridin’s mind was full of curious thoughts . How would the Kingdom of Pride be for a person like him ? He wished to know how it was out there when he got there , but before all of that he was curious on the nature of the spells in the library and hoped it expanded the nature of the spells he knew and hoped to learn as well as understand and the information he wished to acquire about the nature of light and dark. He didn’t forget the reason why he ended up in hell. It was all because of that….. kid. –

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– He was still curious on why the person was as skilled as he was with magic and the dark arts while having the appearance of a child . But who was that person ? Did he orchestrate Oridin’s being here? The male let out a sigh as he kept on thinking about it , but discarded the notion as he heard Esme speak which broke his train of thought back into reality. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Well I’m sure I should be fine. I’ll brave the possible dangers of the Kingdom of Pride with hopes that I’ll return with ease , but if not then I will come back regardless. I will miss you for the time that I must spend away. Keep me in your thoughts. ”

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– Oridin gave a soft smile as he spoke and continued on , with hopes they’d reach the library soon so he could get what he coulld and then depart for the Kingdom of Pride .-

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

So little was truly known about Oridin. Lavinia had never seemed interested enough to investigate his possible heritage. The only one who took the time to get to know him was Esme, and right now she had mixed emotions about him going on this assignment to Pride on Lavinia’s behalf. Though she had passed on her concerns, Oridin appeared relaxed and even happy to go wandering into the Kingdom of Pride. He went as far to say that he would face any dangers head on, with the hope of returning with ease. Either way, he assured Esme he’d come back regardless. Esme had to admire his courage, and conviction with each passing word, but that didn’t ease the worry in the back of her mind. The pair trudged along together, making their way back from the dead forest and into the more magical setting of the main village. Lavinia’s cottage, which was a simple single storied thatched building made from mud and stone sat in the midst of a beautiful garden that contained not just wildflowers, but also an array of herbs and spices that were handy in many different types of spells.

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Opening the hinge timber gate, Esme pushed on through and continued up the path. Lavinia’s library was at the back of the cottage, and they needed to pass through the living area and then down a corridor, once inside the cottage.

Esme’s heart warmed a little, to know that Oridin would miss her for all the time he was away. The young apprentice had found him to be more than just a good friend, but a confidant as well. The many afternoons laying in the wide fields and talking about their latest spells and potions, always made her feel at ease….it was one of the rare chances she had to truly be herself, without her aunt’s sometimes overshadowing control.

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Passing Esme’s own little bedroom that was not far off from the library, Esme stopped and then went inside to get something from her small treasure box. Whether Oridin stopped to watch her, she did not know but when she found the trinket, she closed her box and set it back on her dresser, before coming back out again.

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“Here…” In her outstretched hand, there was a small broach in the shape of a dragon. It was silver in colour, but when you turned it in the light, the scales of the dragon changed to a swirl of colours…all like a rainbow. “it belonged to….my Father. I want you to wear it and if you are ever in trouble…think of me.” Was there a spell attached to it? It was possible. Esme stared at Oridin and then closed her own fingers over his hand if he took the broach.

“Now…the library.” Having done as much as she could think to help him, she showed him through to where Lavinia kept all of her books.

“It’s a bit dusty in here. Sad to say, I don’t usually come in here if I can help it.” She stood at the door and watched Oridin enter.

~RB~

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– Oridin followed his friend into the cottage upon arrival ; he would stop for several moments here and there to take some self observant notes about the place as he was curious about the nature of the area they were in . Very much so that Esme would be able to go to her room without him noticing as he looked around the cottage interior until she approached him with an item of value –

Oridin Lexington : ” Thank you for this item , I’ll take very good care of it . ”

– When she mentioned that it’d be best to think of her during times of trouble he took the sign as a gesture and he’d smile ; nodding back at her as if telling her he understood. He was a bit flustered and didn’t know what words to say , that much could be seen by the nature of his reaction to her . When Esme had showed the direction to the library Oridin’s jaw slowly opened as he stared , his eyes glowing with interest and fascination about the knowledge that these books may very well have.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” So. Much. Books !!! ”

 

A Drop of Blood – The Kingdom of Sloth : PD

 

 

Kiri:

 

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

 

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Sayaka couldn’t deny she was beginning to get agitated with this fool of a man who thought he could just talk as he pleased, treating her like she was nothing more than an invader who was doing what she wanted, it’s not like she wanted to hear his thoughts, like she wanted to know all this shit about him. That didn’t interest her in the slightest, but she couldn’t help but do that now that she was in his body, much to her despair. Luckily Kat woke up fairly soon, which was the only thing that saved Grey from the worst spiritual cursing that he ever got, but soon enough once Kat fully remembered everything and began poking the undead at a rapid pace. So, taking a bit of his energy, Sayaka spoke with a bit of enhanced energy, so that Kat would be able to hear her.

“Kat, Kat. Relax, the only reason I’m here may be because of this dolt, but it worked out for the best to be honest with you. So long as we can find me a new body soon… we’ll be fine.”


And at that, Hikari had sat there, looking with those spiritually aware eyes that showed everything to her, she could see it all clearly as day, it wasn’t that hard to really hear them either for the Bakeneko; not when the girl was being attentive, and as she listened it seemed that a male had noticed her presence. He was perceptive, only thing is… he didn’t know what he was messing with from what she could tell, so she dropped the small camouflage that she had put up and stepped from the shadows, the Kitsune male following her out as she eyed them cautiously.

Hikari: I apologize, my name is Hikari Fujiwara. Sounds to me like you are the ones trespassing in Sloth, but who cares about the details. I have the feeling Tazuya fell asleep again, so I may have to go wake his heavy ass up.”

Hikari said this with a lively voice, something that had to be out of place in this kingdom, but she didn’t take any notice of it, she was virtually unaffected by the spectacle happening in front of her until she heard the spectral voice, her eyes taking on a glow as she looked a bit closer; and thank the Lord, she could actually see the Soul, and its connection to Grey. Luckily… Hikari had a body just behind her, Huh, lucky for the princess of wrath huh?

Hikari: “From what I can tell… you need a new body for that wayward soul, just so happens we have a soulless husk behind me. If you’re interested… I can help, but there is a small requirement, nothing political, I promise.”

Sieg:

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Kat’s awakening came up at a rather unexpected moment, and honestly, it was not something that Grey fully enjoyed. Yeah, he did not had troubles with being poked or things around those lines…but what he had troubles with was her constant poking and the very presence inside of him that did not just penetrated into the depths of his previously souless self but now also was taking energy from him…and above all…calling him a dolt. Who did she thought she was? This was his body she invaded, and he was sure that if in life he did was much as to touch her she would have reacted wrongly. For an undead, this was worst than rape and castration together, she took a spot that did not belonged to her…and he wasn’t going to go forgiving this or letting it pass anytime soon

I didn’t sucked anyone’s soul…your friend went inside without asking, it’s what happens when you are an undead you dummy…and I swear to god if you call me dolt you ethereal fart I will make you witness things that will make you be ashamed or looking at any object again…

Half the statement towards Kat, the other half towards Sayaka, said in a whisper as he tried to shush them while his eyes shifted then to the other living beings in here. Hearing their statements it became clear why they were in this state, in the end given that they were in Sloth he would be surprised if that sudden need to don’t move and sleep didn’t crawled into their bodies. Of course, he was curious about why this girl wasn’t in the same state as him or the woman he was holding to him right now in an attempt to carry her with one arm. Still despite his curiosity Grey knew well that this meant that surely she would be in a much better shape if it came to fight, and honestly, he did not wanted to pick a fight in this state…not until chaos was recharged. So he released the pistol under the coat, again lifting Kat into both his arms despite the fact that her poking irritated him to no end

We felt here by accident, first of all…and second, as much as I would like to take her off me right now and send her packing…there is one small issue, I’m an undead, what literally means that she is covering the spot where my soul was so…

Sayaka would know he was making excuses out of distrust, but he wasn’t entirely wrong. The spot where his soul once was, it was the very spot she invaded which was why she basically knew what he did, his past and also could read his thoughts. If anything it was the chaos that prevented her from taking full control of him aswell as his own will. Still the distrust was there, it was just too lucky for them that somebody came by and made such an offering…perhaps way too lucky, in the end not everyday people go around with empty corpses to be filled

In any case, just out of curiosity, what requirement would that be?

And before you say something “Your rapistness”…let’s just hear what she wants

It was more for his than her sake, but he still was giving a bit of a damn about her, enough to wonder why this girl would offer them help and what she would want in exchange. Of course he did not trusted the princess of wrath inside of him to keep quiet on this matter, so as a way to keep her silent he decided to call upon, remember every single perverted thing he had done at the same time, as a sort of revenge. He knew that if it did not made her embarrassed to know the things done by and to this body, then she would be disgusted enough to be quiet for a moment…or at least, would make her focus her attention into speaking to him rather than paying more focus to the girl that somehow knew he was dragging along the very soul of the princess of wrath

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Poor Kat. It was so hard for her at this moment, cause she saw what the Prince of Gluttony had done to the body of the Princess, and yet here was her voice speaking to her mind and trying to get the cat witch to calm down. The man she had made the trip out of Witches circle with, kept trying to explain over the top of the voice of Sayaka that it was the Princess who invaded his body with her soul, and that landing in this place, was a simple accident or miscalculation on Kat’s part. Truth was that landing there was probably better. A being who introduced herself as Hikari, explained where they were and who she was. Blinking Kat stared up at the Bakeneko, half surprised that she had not tried to attack them for trespass. Certainly most kingdoms would have the hell hounds loose at this point.

So here they were. The undead Grey who was harboring Sayaka’s soul, and Hikari offering a new husk or…body for Sayaka to use. It was a little too convenient, though normally Katrina wouldn’t kick a gift horse in the teeth. Could their landing here in a way be a blessing? Katrina didn’t want to make a mistake, like having her Mistress put in the body of a man or worse….some old ugly crone. Sayaka was the Princess of Wrath….or was. Right now she wasn’t sure anymore.

With all deals there was always a catch. Hikari spoke of a small requirement and Katrina immediately began to get the idea that might entail a blood sacrifice of some sort. But whose blood would be needed?

Feeling a little more awake than before, Katrina asked Grey to put her down.

“Can we see….just what you have to offer to put my Mistress’s soul in?”~RB~Kiri:

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Sayaka couldn’t believe her own luck, first she fought against Beelzebub, and against her better judgement made a mistake that cost her her old body and her powers. Second, her soul ended up removed from her body and she was forced to take up residence in the body of an undead filled to the brim with Chaos. And now she was here, in Sloth of all places, and was having to negotiate getting a new body off of one of its members. Now, she wasn’t complaining about getting a new body, it was the requirement that made her weary, but even then Sayaka needed to get a new body in order to be able to find out who it was that placed a curse on her family. Sayaka didn’t like getting in situations like this, but even then she had no choice. Ignoring Grey she responded.

Sayaka; Spirit of Wrath: “I will pay whatever it takes in order to be able to get a new body, so that I may accomplish my goals.”


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Hikari: “You do not have the means to give out what is required, with all due respect.”

Hikari could tell that the trio were cautious, and with that she had to give them a bit of respect on the matter due to the fact that it was a well placed caution considering their current situation and everything that it entailed honestly speaking; however, Hikari wasn’t too concerned with that as she changed her form to something a bit more comfortable. After having changed her form, Hikari beckoned to the man who was behind her, bringing him up to stand in front of the Bakeneko as she explained.

Hikari: “The requirement is very simple, I just need a drop of blood from her, however, as it seems that you don’t have her body… blood from the person closest to her will suffice. And that does not mean you undead, even if forging you a new soul would be an easy task.”

Sieg:

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Four minutes and ten seconds, it was the amount of time it took anybody to tell that Grey wasn’t a gentleman of any sorts or kind. Heck, if anything one would say that he was a plain old brute which made it even stranger when you actually knew he technically used to be most gentle and respectful priest you could come across. So it was no surprise that when Kat wanted down, his first thought was to release her right there…which he actually did, in the end if she was awake enough to bother and poke him non stop she was awake enough to not fall on her rear when he released her. Call it payback of sorts, in the end he didn’t liked to be accused of sucking out the princess soul, in the end maybe other undeads were into that, but he sure as hell wasn’t

I do have a soul, the difference is that I prefer to keep it under my play dead magazines under my bed and not take it out for walks

The undead placed his hands on his pockets, staring at the soulless male body that stood before them, finding it in a way funny that the princess would be stuck in there perhaps for eternity…heh…from princess to a mere bakeneko and even turned into a male. Dear god would he find this situation hilarious, at least it was better than the plan he had of getting something holy and just cast her off to that feathered guys up there just for the fun of messing around with both sides like he enjoyed so much…but he figured it would be better this way…unless of course is own sense of greed kicked in like it did now. Technically speaking he had the princess stuck inside…and that surely would be worth something…made him wonder how much her ethereal butt was going to be

And nice…now aside from being a dick you will have one just because you just so eager to bother people physically…but hey, at least your enemy won’t molest you after you completely failed at defeating it

He grinned, turning to Sayaka and just simplily saying a comment enough to surely poke a nerve. He knew how she fought, he saw it, and despite respecting her in a way just like a child he decided to poke a little fun at her, just aiming to see her pissed off face as long as it feminine and charming in a way to see. Yeah true, she was bothering him nonstop and made him feel violated but that didn’t meant that she wasn’t pretty enough with a pissed off expression for the undead to just enjoy messing with her and just looking like he took this rather lightly. Nevertheless he turned towards the female there, the one making that offering as he sighed, again returning to his much more serious behavior

In any case what do you get of all this? You have to get some benefit from helping her…

Heck if anything what do I get…I even lost my motorcycle just for keeping your ethereal butt from becoming that brute’s onahole.

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Poor Kat was unceremoniously dropped on her ass by Grey when she had asked merely to be set down. There is a difference between placing a person down gracefully and simply letting go with the attempt to get some sort of payback. The cat witch bounced onto the floor, and the cry that emitted from her lips was like that of a mad, and surprised cat. Oh the look she shot him, as she reached under her tush to give it a rub. And so this was why women had padding. For being dropped. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had been carrying Sayaka’s soul, she would have let fly. But the situation before them at the moment was still in terms of negotiation. A foul display from an annoyed witch simply couldn’t happen. They were in a kingdom that was not aligned with Wrath or any others for that matter.

Getting to her feet and dusting herself off as she tried to regain her composure, Kat learnt that in order for the deal to work, the necromancer would require a drop of blood. This was as Katrina had expected, but what she didn’t expect was that it would be her own blood that could do the trick. Katrina had not been in the employ of the Princess of Wrath long at all, but she had proved herself faithful to get her this far. Few could have managed it.

While Sayaka was obviously giving her host curry, Katrina was keeping her focus on Hikari. It was going to take an extraordinary amount of trust and goodwill on the cat witch’s part to agree to this strange ritual. But something inside the girl felt that there really was no other option. Sayaka couldn’t remain inside Grey, and he had made his feelings quite clear that he felt violated now. It was more than just being a host. The sooner they did this, then they could all go their separate ways, at least that was the plan.

Rolling up her sleeves, Katrina offered her arm to the necromancer. As though she was ready to be nicked, in order to have a small amount of blood released.

“Have at it.”

The big question was…..would it work?

~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:

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

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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:
Kingdom – Pride Castle
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:

Kingdom – Pride Castle
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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:

Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle throne room

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 Witches Circle – Only the beginning : PD

Following on from Power and Corruption, Mariela has to make a choice over family versus the Elders.  Is this choice a costly mistake?

Co-written with Fu and Dessy.

RP – Fantasy Supernatural.

Fu:

Witches Circle

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– Oridin listened quietly as people spoke to the newcomer , back and forth several terms fly back and forth and slowly The Apprentice tried to piece these things together slowly . Hearing the titles such as prince and princess being thrown around ; he was only to suspect they were of royal value like he was back in his own lands but seeing the difference in situation he was to assume that he was outclassed by them . Oridin would begin to think to himself in quiet, lowly talking to himself as to not bother the current conversation going on with the elders and the newcomer and her party-

Oridin Lexington : ” Gluttony , Wrath and Greed ? Sounds like Sins. If thats the case then there should be more . And if there are more , then I hope to see them up close ; may learn a thing or two from them however that doesn’t seem easy . I must find an alternative for now , or simply hold it off until whatever seems to be happening no longer risks my safety if I do go . Hmm , The Glutton ate Wrath ? Would that entitle him growing stronger ? ”

– The Male rubbed his chin as he thought in his silence ; seemed like he was a child with big dreams but he was not a kid after all : He was the equivalent of a mature young human man of course with special traits but that didn’t change how he seemed to have been thinking . Hearing the Council of people speak about a proposal of protection the male listened eagerly about what was to come ; what did that mean though . –

 

Dessy:

The Witches Circle.

 

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Mariela’s eyes turned to the one who was speaking, checking him over quickly, before narrowing her eyes in suspicion.“Are you even aware of what goes on beyond the walls of Greed, Princess?” he asked, and Mariela’s eyes were still narrowed in suspicion. “No, I do not. But I don’t feel the need to involve myself in other’s problems that doesn’t deal with me, or my people.” she spoke firmly. He continued speaking, walking closer. By this point, the witch known as Lavinia was turned to give the one speaking her full attention, asking the one – who she now knew as Shamus – to explain.

He began speaking about the Prince of Gluttony, and Mariela turned her head to watch the next one speak. He killed… the Princess of Wrath? Mariela’s eyes widened, although this expression still could not be seen. He was power-hungry… that much was obvious. If he killed the Princess of Wrath, there was nothing stopping him from heading her way next. Although Mariela wasn’t the least bit worried. As proven with the battle against Lydia – she could handle her own. If anything, Mariela would prefer to stay neutral on the entire situation.

Hearing Scar’s voice, Mariela turned to look at him. Of course Scar would be concerned – but he really had nothing to worry about. Now, there were talks of him having to take another royals hearts. Was it hers? Mariela highly doubted it. As far as she was concerned, no one even knew Lydia was dead, or that there was a new Princess of Greed. “It’s not mine.”Mariela spoke matter-of-factly. “Considering news is just now starting to reach everyone about Lydia’s death, I doubt it’s my heart he’s after. As far as everyone else beyond this circle is concerned – no one even knows who the new ruler of Greed is supposed to be.” she spoke again. “Therefore; how can it be the heart of someone no one even knows about?” she spoke again. She certainly brought up a point. Couldn’t exactly plan to take the heart from someone you knew nothing about. And if it was Lydia’s heart they needed… it’s a little too late for that.

“Besides…Lavinia here has offered you a chance at protection. She just banished the Prince herself. Could you possibly do something like that when the time comes?”

Shamus spoke, taking another step forward. “Can you?” he pulled out a wand, then winked at Tessa. This caused Tessa to shiver, and Sean and Sam instinctively stood in front of her. “What would you do, dearie? Put the family first or save yourself?” he spoke, and he sounded like he was making a threat. Mariela didn’t like threats – especially towards her family. Obviously she’d put her family first – there was no doubt about that.

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Mariela looked at everyone behind her, before looking at Shamus. “As much as I appreciate the offer for protection…”Mariela started, also stepping forward to meet Shamus. “… I don’t need it.” she spoke. “As already proven against the fight with Lydia – I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” she spoke. “I killed the former Princess of Greed. As far as I’m concerned, banishing a royal won’t be an issue.” she spoke. She then took her hands, finally removing her hood to reveal her face. A beauty, with a certain kindness that could be seen – yet her blue eyes narrowed to stare back at Shamus, her blond curls falling over her shoulder. A beauty, that was smart, and could be dangerous when provoked. Lydia proved that. “Now, Shamus…” she then spoke. “That sounded like a threat. If there’s one thing I don’t like – it’s threats. Especially to my family.” she said, then took a step back to look around.

“My family comes first.” she spoke, looking back at Shamus. “I’d rather die a thousand times over and over again to protect them, then save myself and watch them die.” she spoke again. ‘I’ve already died once to protect them. I’ve already killed twice to protect them – one of them being what sent to me Hell, and the other being the death of Lydia. I’d willingly do it again if I had to.” she spoke. “If I have to kill every ruler of Hell, or every one of you to protect them,”she started. “I wouldn’t hesitate a second.”

Razorbackwriter:
The Witches Circle.

In the background, Marguerite stood silently whilst listening intently to all that was being said. The young witch truly did not know of the plots and schemes that raged across Hell and its many kingdoms. The Black Matriarch had her own wishes thwarted with the untimely death of Lydia, who she had hoped would be married to her own golden boy, Raul. She stood with clenched fists, still regaining her strength from the pull placed on her by the Queen of all witches. Hearing Mariela say that few outside her own realm knew about Lydia’s death was incorrect. News had already been spreading like wildfire as it had reached the Black tower, not to mention the Embassy. Marguerite began to walk around the outer ring of the circle, her movements not being noted as she blended in so well with all other Elders in attendance. The Dark One was stealing the show, or at least that is how it looked. Mariela giving her all to show that she would not be intimidated by the likes of the Dark one, or the head Elder – Lavinia. Whilst the young witch was shocked by the news of the possible death of the Princess of Wrath, and that the Prince of Gluttony himself had been banished from the circle, she concluded that since she had no such qualms or disagreements with the other kingdoms that that in effect made her neutral out of all of Hell’s Kingdoms. It was enough to make the Dark one laugh all of a sudden.

“Do you even know why the Prince of Gluttony sought a new arm in the first place?” Perhaps it was time that Mariela brushed up on her history of the Kingdoms. Revenge and hate were powerful forces and something like the loss of a limb would hardly be forgotten, even if it had been replaced. Leering, Shamus said. “A greedy little bastard of a Prince named….Mammon. Oh yes….you have inherited a Kingdom that was at war with the others. Don’t think for a second that you being the new Princess would make him suddenly want to kiss that dainty hand of yours in alliance.”

Stopping only to take a breath, the Dark one felt the eyes of Lavinia drilling into his back. Lavinia was approaching and her shadow was moving errily to encompass him. The Dark one had had his fun, and said his piece. She held her patience long enough. Placing a hand upon his shoulder, with an extra ordinary amount of strength Lavinia whispered with a dark tone.

“I summoned her to the circle, Shamus. You have done enough damage for one day. Leave.” Her words were said so as to make no mistake that he was treading on dangerous ground. With her awakening she was far more powerful than even he could have imagined. Lowering his wand he slyly pocketed it and wet his lips.

“As you wish….dearie. Tick tock. Ehehehe.” With a snap of his fingers, the Dark one vanished from the circle, now clearing the way for Lavinia to speak to Mariela directly. A calmness spread across the Elder witch and she bowed her head as though to show respect towards the new Princess of Greed.

“You have made your choice. Whilst I won’t say I am disappointed that you have rejected the offer, I shall respect it.”This was a once in a lifetime deal. Witches were not elevated to Elder status on a whim, and with the young witch going as far to say that she would protect her family against all comers, be it the other leaders of Hell or the very witches council that stood before her, Mariela had just made a terrible mistake.

Lavinia’s eyes cast across to Mariela’s family. Staring at each in turn before coming back to end the meeting between them.

“Good luck in protecting your family, girl.’ Lavinia suddenly grinned. “You’re going to need it.”

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Picking at the edges of her skirts, she turned away from the group from Greed, and then raised her right hand waving all to leave the circle. The meeting was over. The hands of time continued to move and in the next seven days as the sands fell, no one was safe – no matter how much courage and determination they had. A raven swooped down and landed upon Lavinia’s shoulder as she started to make her way back towards her cottage. In droves the other Elders began to either vanish, or take flight. The only ones that didn’t leave were Esme and Oridin. The apprentice watched in surprise as the elders were all leaving without speaking more on the time piece. What the hell was going on?

Esme hurried over to Oridin and chewed her lip as she said. Esme had heard his questions about all the other sins, and how he was fascinated about what power could be harnessed if the Prince of Gluttony could swallow another royal like he did Wrath. “This is bad. This is….really bad. Lavinia just withdrew support.” Looking up at the Princess of Greed, Esme swallowed.

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“You were right about the heart. It’s not yours that is needed, but that does not mean that you are out of danger. This….is only the beginning.”

Marguerite was the last of the Elders to leave. As she raised her hood, she had a twisted grin and then cackled as she spun her cloak and returned to the Black tower. The Matriarch was about to set plans in motion herself.

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~RB~

The Witches Circle – Power and Corruption : PD

 

Fu:

 

Witches Circle

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Oridin Lexington : ” A show ? If what happened a second ago was a opener for this………. I’m not so sure I am ready for this . ”

– The Young Apprentice said in a slowly decreasing tone to the man speaking to him , he was anxious at the words being said and furthermost he didn’t have the vaguest of understanding of what was going on . It all seemed a bit too fast for him , like being thrown into the middle of a tv series and having not seen the previous episodes before then . He didn’t know what to expect when expecting , and he didn’t have a word in edge wise because of this being his first appearance around all these people. When he saw newcomers come , all he could do was greet them before returning to silence ; he was here as a guest of sorts too so he wouldn’t try to stand out too much . All he had done would’ve been give a greeting a soft wave with his hand . –

Oridin Lexington : ” H-Hello.”

– Hearing the names of people he’s never met and the talks of Kingdoms had Oridin confused. He didn’t know much about the land outside of this particular region , and hearing about it had him stunned at the concept. Hopefully the Apprentice would get to hear more , but of course he would at least hope to make up some sense of it . –

 

Dessy:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Once Mariela had walked into the Witches Circle, she turned to face everyone else, standing with Scar still by her side and the other three behind her. Her blue eyes moved between each person, narrowing slightly as she decided whether they could be trusted or not. Although, her face couldn’t be seen – not whenever the hood was up. She stayed silent, eyes shifting between each person, but they moved to look at Lavinia when she began speaking, her voice cool, yet holding no emotion.
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“Welcome, Mariela and family.”

Mariela simply gave a nod of her head, watching Lavinia as she began walking in her direction. The little witch was suspicious – very much so. She wasn’t quite sure how much these people could be trusted. She looked at the male who spoke a hello, giving a nod. She looked down when Lavinia held out her hand, but simply looked back up at her. “I have.”she said in response to having taken over Greed. Her head turned towards the gasp that could be heard from the crowd.“She killed Lydia?” she spoke, and Mariela tilted her head. “I killed Lydia, yes.” she said, her head snapping to the one who spoke next, who seemed to be clapping. She narrowed her eyes, before turning to look back at Lavinia.

Feeling the squeeze of Scar’s hand, Mariela lifted her hand and put it on top of his in reassurance. “You’re surprised by this?” she then asked about the apparent shock at the death of Lydia – by her hands. She then silenced the one’s behind her, and once again Mariela moved her eyes around the circle. “Watch over me?” Mariela asked with a raised eyebrow – but once again this couldn’t be seen. She looked up when Lavinia walked towards her, Lavinia being quite taller than the small witch.

“I know of the curse of Greed – I was there when both past rulers fell, but only one was by my hands.” Mariela spoke. “I promise I’m not under the curse of Greed, nor will I ever be.” she spoke. One so young and so seemingly innocent, held firmness, delicacy and courage in her voice when she spoke. With everything she’s already been through, nothing fazed her anymore.

“An elder?” Mariela asked, eyebrows raising as Lavinia spoke. “Why do you want me to become an elder?” she questioned. “And what makes you think I want to become an elder?” she asked afterwards. But at the mention of her family, Mariela turned around to look at the three people behind her. She gave a nod of reassurance, before turning back around. “These are my brothers, Sam and Sean, and my good friend, Tessa.” she said, removing her hand off of Scar’s hand to gesture behind her as she introduced each of them.

“I do not know if you are aware, child but there has been a disturbance caused by the turning of the time piece. May I ask you, has anything out of the ordinary….or simply put – strange occurred since the death of Lydia?”

Lavinia asked, and Mariela glanced towards Scar. Immediately, her mind went to Alice and the mirror. “I know nothing about this “turning of the time piece”. she said, looking up at Lavinia again. “But… yes. A few strange things have happened.” she said simply, not saying anything more.

Razorbackwriter:
The Witches Circle

“I know all about it.” This was the time for the Dark one to step forward from where he had been standing as a witness to his historic meeting between Lavinia and the new Princess of Greed – Mariela. Lavinia lowered her hand slowly from the intended handshake, as the young Princess witch was wary of meeting the Queen of all Witches of Drye. Lavinia was not at all happy about what the Dark one had done, even though the turning of the time piece was the direct result of the Prince of Gluttony’s actions at the Hell’s Kitchen.

“Are you even aware of what goes on beyond the walls of Greed, Princess?”Shamus was pushing his luck to get involved at this point, but it was probably a good thing, since the Elders themselves needed to be informed of just why time was being played with. The Queen of Witches glanced back to see the slimy Dark one approach with a serious look about him. “A simple game of chess, dearie. That was the start of it. You….and your fellow rulers of Hell are on that board, but one decided that he sought more power than he should have.” The Dark one was now speaking of the Prince of Gluttony, the one that had just been banished from the Witches circle by Lavinia who had channeled the power of the Elders themselves.

Now everyone was listening intently. Even Lavinia herself. Hell had brought itself to the Witches Circle, due to that same time piece and while the Dark one did not control it, he knew the reasons for its turning and the dire consequences of that fact.

“Explain…Shamus.” Lavinia had taken her attention off Mariela for now, and even Marguerite was paying heed, as this affected her as well.

“We all saw who was here.” Shamus started, and this was when Esme – the apprentice and niece to the Queen of Witches chose her moment to speak.

“The Prince of Gluttony. He held a woman’s body….and…” The memory of what he had done, absorbing her into his own before they had shared a bizarre kiss still fresh in her mind. “That was no ordinary woman, child. That…was the Princess of Wrath.” Now, if Mariela was paying attention, this news that the Prince of Gluttony had attacked a fellow royal would be more than just shocking. “Turns out he is more power hungry than even I could have ever imagined.”

Scar couldn’t hold back any longer. The stark realization that his own beloved Princess could be in danger a very real fact. Mariela had released his hand after introducing her family to the Elders and the Queen. If Gluttony was going after the other royals, what was to stop him from coming after the Kingdom of Greed.

“Did he kill the Princess of Wrath?” Scar had to know.

“Looks like…he ate her. As to whether she was dead, the cat might know.” He meant by this, that Katrina, the servant of the Princess of Wrath was linked to her. But as many looked around, Kat was no where to be seen.

“And what has that got to do with the time piece.” Esme asked, knowing that only the right questions would get the right answers. She didn’t like getting herself involved in matters that were above her role as an apprentice, but it she felt she had to say something.

“Possibly the only way to save all of Hell from complete destruction, even if it does corrupt and cause chaos in its wake. The Prince wears the right hand of doom, a very dangerous piece that is a key…to the ultimate power. Now, I don’t normally hand that sort of thing over without a price, which was….a heart.” The Heart of Pride. Lavinia could see where this was going, and she looked to be getting angry once more. Katrina had not mentioned much at all about the Princess of Wrath, but now with the Prince of Gluttony gone with the absorbed body of the Princess, Kat must have gone off after them. Least that was the idea forming.

“Whose heart must he take?” Scar again now wanting answers. Was it Mariela’s? Was this why the Queen of Witches summoned her to become an elder and unite to save her heart from Gluttony? The Dark one tapped his nose and let out a chuckle.

“You don’t want me to spoil the show, now do you?” Oh how wicked he was being. The only one that had heard whose heart was to be needed, was Katrina, who had now left the circle and was currently out of the game. “Besides…Lavinia here has offered you a chance at protection. She just banished the Prince herself. Could you possibly do something like that when the time comes?”

He took another step closer and leered.

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“Can you?” Shamus took out a wand and waved it, before winking at Tessa. “What would you do, dearie? Put the family first or save yourself?”

~RB~

The Witches Circle – Helter Skelter : PD

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

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

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

…control!!

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

What the…oh come on!

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

Ok…bend your knees…relax your body and-

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

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

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

Zetta:

The Witches Circle.

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

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

Hino:

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

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

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Razorbackwriter:

 

The Witches Circle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sayaka….?”

Was the Princess of Wrath dead?

 

~RB~

Coming Undone – The Kingdom of Lust : PD

Kingdom of Lust – Castle
Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Lust – Castle

~Watch me come undone~

Asmo’s Bedroom

Snoring. Soft snoring. Not just one person….but a few. It was sometime in the morning, but Asmodeus couldn’t tell – save for the light that was pouring in through the large gable windows. Groaning, the demon felt about and happened to touch someone’s boob. ~Grunt…muttering…then a snore~ Asmodeus patted the boob and then brought his hand to his face, dragging it down as he smacked his lips whilst blinking. His mouth was dry and he felt like crud. A dull throbbing in his head and he tried to focus on the mirrored ceiling. Oh…..God. There must have been ten bodies in his bed. ~Could of thought I brought back one.~ He thought to himself. He was still pretty groggy, and went to prop himself up. There was a sea of naked bodies, all tangled together somehow. The air smelt of booze, sex….and was that pizza? Asmodeus rubbed his finger under his nose and then tried to roll the odd person out of the way as he crawled across the bed to get out on the other side. A few protested in their slumber, but he made it to the other side and went to stand. Glancing down at himself, he noticed that the only thing he was wearing was a tie. Usually that is the first thing he takes off. Wait…was it even his?

Going to take a step he nearly tripped on a stiletto shoe that had been discarded. The floor was like a bloody mine field of discarded clothes, bottles, syringes, party favorites….it was then he remembered. He’d had a party. Well fuck. A few stayed over. Had he been of right mind, he would be bellowing for them all to leave, but his head was throbbing and yelling just seemed like the last thing he wanted to do. He waved his hand dismissively at the people strewn on his bed and then staggered…carefully through the party trash and made it to the large double doors. Took him two goes to grab the handle and he swung it open, only to see his man servant standing there – dressed impeccably in his suit and ready with a tray that had a tall glass of water and some pills.

“Good morning, my Lord Asmodeus.”

“Meh…what’s so fucking good about it?”

“Lydia is dead, my Lord. It made the papers.”

Asmodeus just stood there, dumbfounded by the news. “Ah…shit. Didn’t she have some…ball or something?’ It was clear that Asmodeus had missed the worst ball in history. He picked up the pills and popped them in his mouth, before taking up the glass of water and sculling it back.

“Yes, my Lord. You declined that invitation.” Simon kept his face emotionless as he tried to focus on the Prince’s face, and not down at his rather large limp dick that kept smacking his naked thigh.

“Lydia’s a pain in the ass. Glad she’s dead. Hope she choked on some fag’s cock.”

You could tell that Asmodeus was not a morning person…demon. His man servant then set down the tray and offered the Prince a robe. He jiggled it with two fingers, hoping the Demon would put it on. Asmodeus shrugged and started to put it on, as he was going to head down to the main chambers of his castle. Simon bowed as the Prince passed him.

“Very good, my Lord. Shall I have your room cleaned?”

“Nah…I’ll come up and fuck em all again later.” He said casually, strolling off down the hall. “I feel like having a smoke.”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

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It had been a silent morning, nothing was going on. No birds, no chirping just pure silence, the wind blowing lightly. You could say it was peaceful but, it wouldn’t be for long. A singing sound came from outside, it entering the palace and echoing softly. ” What do you do when death comes knocking on your door. ~ Oh here she comes, the death of em’ all. “ small humming of random sounds like music following. You could tell it was a females voice, not an old one but, a still young one who had been strolling down he side walk. Some of the shrubs an plants had withered as she walked by, making sure they did. It wasn’t something she did intentionally but, it happened at times. You could say one was brave for waltzing right up into the palace that belonged to the Prince of Lust. She had made her way in, the guards weren’t a problem for her at all. Her eyes scanned the place around, it was pretty good.

” Such sorrow and sadness fills this place, death may be able to do you a favor. ~” Came the singing voice once again, the sound flowing down the halls so the Prince would of heard it all.

Walking slowly she walked the halls and found a large door, pushing it open she’d walk in. Where was she exactly? By the looks of it probably the throne room or some lounge area. Walking in farther a soft smile came to her lips.

” Such a lovely place for the prince.. you sure have done yourself well.” Mi had said and took her place in the middle of the room facing the door.

Mi stood roughly 5’5″ with long black hair that hung down to her hips. Pale light skin, horns sticking from her forehead. Obviously you could tell she was a Demon, a high one at that. The aura of death and demon flowed off her like perfume. She wore a simple black dress with straps, it reached down past the beginning of her hips. One would say it was to short for a lady but, it didn’t bother her. Two bands were around her thighs and tights extending down from them, black bally shoes finishing. You could tell she was a female, her breast, curves and body gave it away, along with the tight dress, the bottom flowing loosely.

” Aw shucks, It seems a party was here. I must of missed it, such a shame.” Mi said with a small smirk, the air did smell of many things.
A soft purring could be heard, where it came from was unknown. A moment later a pure black cat appeared at her feet. It was rubbing against her legs, purring away in comfort. This was a rather bold and daring move but, she had nothing to fear of right now.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Kingdom of Lust – Castle

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“There is going to be an encore performance upstairs as soon as I’ve had this cig, babe.”

It was the Demon of Lust. He had caught the last part of the intruder speaking as he entered from a side corridor into the main throne room. Ah shit. The party went beyond his bedroom, with more trash and littered bodies all over the place. It was like the nightmare after the orgy from Hell. Lust put on the best parties it seemed, when he was in the doldrums. Patting down his robe, he was looking for his cigarette packet, when Simon came to his side and coughed, offering him a fresh packet. Asmodeus smirked and gave a half hearted wink as he took out a cigarette and placed it on the tip of his bottom lip.

“Light…” His thumb lit up with a small flame, which he used to put to the end of the cigarette, drawing back the air so as to light it properly. The red glow on the tip of the cigarette showed he was successful, and he shook his thumb to switch off the flame.

“Mmmmm…better.” It was clear, that Asmodeus enjoyed a morning cigarette. Simon, his faithful servant then handed the demon the paper, which he folded in half and looked set to head off to the nearest bathroom. Course, the woman was still standing there, with a black cat at her feet. The Demon of Lust shot both her and the cat a glance.

“You might want to get the air freshener ready, Simon. Going to be in the lavvy a while.” He hinted, as Simon tried so hard not to roll his eyes. The Demon of Lust took another puff of his ciggy, and then pointed at the girl.

“You look familiar. We shagged before, yeah?” He usually didn’t forget a face, even though he had had more lovers than Gene Simmons. Little did he realize that she was from the Kingdom of Envy. Had he known that, he might have been a little less…casual.

With his cigarette held between his fingers, he pointed at the cat.

“You guys a double act or something?”

 

~RB~

RPC – Asmodeus : The Prince of Lust – PD.

“Asmodeus”

Appearance:

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Name: Asmodeus
Height
6’3″
Weight
425 lbs.
Eyes
Yellow
Hair
Black and red
Allias: Azmodeus, Lord Asmodeus, ; possibly Asmodiar

Age: Born well before Christ.

Race: Demon of Lust.

Relations: Numerous offspring via Lilith; possibly Beliar (son), possible quasi-parental relationship to Daimon and Satana Hellstorm

Alliance: None at present

Status/Job: Prince of the Kingdom Lust

Personality: Asmodeus was widely depicted as having a handsome visage, good manners and an engaging nature; however, he was portrayed as walking with a limp and one leg was either clawed or that of a rooster.
Asmodeus does not need to eat, drink, or sleep and was immune to aging and conventional disease.

Relationship Status: Open

Orientation: Depends on the day.

Likes: Sex….sex sex, souls, clubs, worshippers, followers, beautiful creatures, lube, sex toys, leather, Frankie Goes to Hollwood.

Dislikes: Condoms.

Powers:
Asmodeus’ vast supernatural powers enable him to create interdimensional portals, view other dimensions, cast images, project eldritch flames as force blasts and bestow powers onto demons in his service. Asmodeus can capture the souls of recently deceased humans, though usually only beings who bargain away their souls to him. Asmodeus can sometimes entrap a living human within his realm even if they did not bargain away their soul. As with most Hell-Lords, Asmodeus’ power depends on worshipers and the number of souls in his domain. As his power seems to be connected to his realm, Asmodeus usually sent demonic servants to do his bidding.

Wall of fire – evocation
Range:Medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)
Effect:Opaque sheet of flame up to 20 ft. long/level or a ring of fire with a radius of up to 5 ft. per two levels; either form 20 ft. High
Duration:Concentration + 1 round/level
Saving Throw:None
Spell Resistance:Yes
An immobile, blazing curtain of shimmering violet fire springs into existence. One side of the wall, selected by you, sends forth waves of heat, dealing 2d4 points of fire damage to creatures within 10 feet and 1d4 points of fire damage to those past 10 feet but within 20 feet. The wall deals this damage when it appears and on your turn each round to all creatures in the area. In addition, the wall deals 2d6 points of fire damage +1 point of fire damage per caster level (maximum +20) to any creature passing through it. The wall deals double damage to undead creatures.
If you evoke the wall so that it appears where creatures are, each creature takes damage as if passing through the wall. If any 5-foot length of wall takes 20 points of cold damage or more in 1 round, that length goes out. (Do not divide cold damage by 4, as normal for objects.)
Wall of fire can be made permanent with a permanency spell. A permanent wall of fire that is extinguished by cold damage becomes inactive for 10 minutes, then reforms at normal strength.

Weapons: WIP

Strengths: Silver tongue, able to twist people’s sexual urges against them, Good looks, charm, sophistication.

Limitations/Weaknesses: Ice, and cold.

Background: Asmodeus is a king of demons mostly known from the deuterocanonical Book of Tobit (that is to say portions of the Bible not included in the Hebrew version), in which he is the primary antagonist.
The demon is also mentioned in some Talmudic legends, for instance, in the story of the construction of the Temple of Solomon. He was supposed by some Renaissance Christians to be the King of the Nine Hells. Asmodeus also is referred to as one of the seven princes of Hell. In Binsfeld’s classification of demons, each one of these princes represents one of the seven deadly sins (Pride, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Wrath). Asmodeus is the demon of lust and is therefore responsible for twisting people’s sexual desires. It is said that people who fall to Asmodeus’ ways will be sentenced to an eternity in the second level of hell.
According to the Kabbalah and the school of Rashba, Agrat Bat Mahlat, a succubus, mated with King David and bore a cambion son Asmodeus, king of demons.

The Asmodeus of the Book of Tobit is attracted to Sarah, Raguel’s daughter, and is not willing to let any husband possess her; hence he slays seven successive husbands on their wedding nights, thus impeding the sexual consummation of the marriages. When the young Tobias is about to marry her, Asmodeus proposes the same fate for him; but Tobias is enabled, through the counsels of his attendant angel Raphael, to render him innocuous. By placing a fish’s heart and liver on red-hot cinders, Tobias produces a smoky vapor that causes the demon to flee to Egypt, where Raphael binds him.
Asmodeus would thus seem to be a demon characterized by carnal desire; but he is also described as an evil spirit in general. It is possible, moreover, that the statement, “Asmodeus loved Sarah,” implies that he was attracted not by women in general, but by Sarah only.
The figure of Ashmedai in the Talmud is less malign in character than the Asmodeus of Tobit. In the former, he appears repeatedly in the light of a good-natured and humorous fellow. But besides that, there is one feature in which he parallels Asmodeus, inasmuch as his desires turn upon Solomon’s wives and Bath-sheba. But even here, Ashmedai seems more comparable to a Greek satyr rather than to an evil demon.
Another Talmudic legend has King Solomon tricking Asmodai into collaborating in the construction of the Temple of Jerusalem. In yet another legend Asmodai changed place for some years with King Solomon. An aggadic narrative describes him as the king of all the shades. Another passage describes him as marrying Lilith, who became his queen.
He has also been recorded as the off-spring of the union between Adam and the angel of prostitution, Naamah, conceived while Adam was married to Lilith.
In the Testament of Solomon, a 1st-3rd century text, the king invokes Asmodeus to aid in the construction of the Temple. The demon appears and predicts Solomon’s kingdom will one day be divided. When Solomon interrogates Asmodeus further, the king learns that Asmodeus is thwarted by the angel Raphael, as well as by sheatfish found in the rivers of Assyria. He also admits to hating water and birds because both remind him of God.
In the Malleus Maleficarum, Asmodeus was considered the demon of lust, to which agreed Sebastien Michaelis saying that his adversary is St. John. Some demonologists of the 16th century assigned each month to a demon and considered November to be the month in which Asmodai’s power was stronger. Other demonologists asserted that his zodiacal sign was Aquarius but only between the dates of January 30 and February 8.
He has seventy-two legions of demons under his command. He is one of the Kings of Hell under Lucifer the emperor. He incites gambling, and is the overseer of all the gambling houses in the court of Hell. Some Catholic theologians compared him with Abaddon. Yet other authors considered Asmodeus a prince of revenge.
In the Dictionnaire Infernal by Collin de Plancy, Asmodeus is depicted with the breast of a man, a cock leg, serpent tail, three heads (one of a man spitting fire, one of a sheep, and one of a bull), riding a lion with dragon wings and neck, all of these animals being associated with either lascivity, lust or revenge.
Asmodai appears as the king ‘Asmoday’ in the Ars Goetia, where he is said to have a seal in gold and is listed as number thirty-two according to respective rank.
He “is strong, powerful and appears with three heads; the first is like a bull, the second like a man, and the third like a ram; the tail of a serpent, and from his mouth issue flames of fire.” Also, he sits upon an infernal dragon, holds a lance with a banner and, amongst the Legions of Amaymon, Asmoday governs seventy two legions of inferior spirits.

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The Right Hand of Doom – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

When the Prince of Gluttony comes calling for a replacement limb, the one on offer seems to good to be true.  What is the Doctor really up to, and is the price something that Beel is willing to pay?

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory.

Could the Doctor ever have imagined the reaction from the Prince of Gluttony? The way his entire face lit up, like a child that had just been introduced to the mother of all candy stores. “Yes!.. I want it! Where is it!” His eagerness and insatiable appetite to have more and the best meant that he would not be at all patient now that he had practically been sold the one item in Hell, that many would give their right arm for. Kind of funny, since Beel had literally given his right arm to Mammon. A terrible mistake, but in the Doctor being able to correct this, it assured the Prince of a wonderful new power. The name alone sounded intimidating, as it was meant to be. The arm itself was too great a prize to keep in the likes of the Doctor’s office, or in his specimen room adjacent. No….he kept this arm in a place that even his own staff had not been into. The other guest had remained quiet in the Doctor’s office, and whilst Wilhelm would have liked to do the extra business, his focus was on the Prince of Gluttony. He didn’t ask for the picture back, as he figured that Beel would want to hold onto it. A keepsake, if you will.

“My Lord, you would need to come with me. I have it in a special tomb that is below the Lab. It is safe from theft there, but since you are so eager to have it, then I would welcome you to come see.” The Doctor came out from behind his desk, and then cast a glance outside to where Narcissa was keeping the other guests, or should I say Beel’s muscle entertained.

“Narcissa, if you could bring the guests over they would be more than welcome to join their Prince to do a tour of the Cardis Tomb.” Now this was something that even she would not have known about. The Doctor had his reasons, but they would come to light much later. Gesturing with his hand, he urged the Prince to follow. “This way, My Lord…. everyone.”

If the Prince, Narcissa and the others followed him he would lead him up to a special elevator. There was a numbered keypad next to the doors, and also an eye scanner, as well as thumb print detector. Punching in the right code, a small eye piece slid out from the wall, and scanned the Doctor’s eyes, before beeping in a cheery code. A small grey door slid up, and the Doctor pressed his finger tips into the gooey substance, that was reading the Doctor’s fingerprints. Only when all three were accepted, did the lift doors slide back. Again, the Doctor showed his respect towards the Prince. “After you, My Lord.” It was a large service like lift, and it had a musical melody playing inside. Odd how the Doctor had such a gruesome office, then something sweet like a fun melody playing in his lift. The Doctor would wait for all to enter the lift, so that he was the last to get in.

“Few people ever get to see the inner workings of the Lab. I have spent years on a particular operation, which will serve Hell well. Well, whoever seeks to use it, I suppose.”

Igor and Loc both looked at the Doctor as he winked at them.

“You two can fix the front door. We will be back once I have given the Prince his new arm.”

“Yes, Doctor.” The pair said in unison.

The doors of the lift slid shut, and it was then the Doctor turned around to his guests.

“You’re going to love it. I just know it.” The Doctor slammed his hand on the green down button, and the lift started a terrible freefall, as though nothing was holding it. Imagine a cable snapping and you were falling one hundred and ten stories. It was gaining speed as the Doctor stood there, singing to himself. A madness in his eyes. Oh yes, the Doctor was a brilliant, brilliant man….but a complete wacko.

Only as you would think that the lift was about to smash to smithereens on the tomb floor, it came to a cushioned stop. Like something out of a cartoon. Some may well be dazed by this, but the Doctor chortled. “What a rush. Right…on with the tour.”

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The doors slid open and it was then…..that those in the lift saw the magnitude to the Doctor’s operations. A vast chamber, so big you couldn’t see the end of it. The biggest shock of all, were the thousands, and thousands of sacs, that contained the zombified bodies of many fallen soldiers. All were hooked up to machines, that were like life support centers. Rows and rows….and rows. This was to be the greatest secret in Hell. The sheer magnitude of the army was so immense, that it was impossible to believe.

Spinning on his heel, he was like a game show host. Proud and beaming. “All the wars…all the death. I simply couldn’t let it go to waste.” There were all manners of creatures suspended. As the Doctor started to pass beneath them, he reached up and would run his fingers along the outer shell of the greenish bubbles. “Aren’t they beautiful?’ He regarded them as though he was a proud father. His eyes glistening with un-shed tears. It was only after he coughed, and then turned around that he saw the Prince of Gluttony standing there…expectantly.

“The Right hand of Doom!…YES! That is what you are here for. Let me get it for you.” With a spring in his step, the Doctor toddled off till he came to a large red coffin like box. This arm must have been huge. No doubt the creature it came off was a biggun. The Doctor took a key out of his pocket and placed it in the lock, turning it quickly. There was a loud hush, and as the lid started to rise, the arm itself illuminated – lighting up the Doctor’s face. It was indeed a prize to behold.

“My Lord Beel, would you like to try it on?” The Doctor lifted it carefully out from its home, and held it out like a new born baby to the Prince of Gluttony. “It’s been waiting for you.”

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~RB~

 

Artie:  

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A sudden pop was heard, and there was the Madame Green… Her eyes focused on the hand, a small smirk coming onto her face. “Ah.. The hand of Doom.. what a name. Quite original, Doctor. I award you your Grammy today.” With this, she would hold out her hand, a small trophy appearing within her grasp. Within moments, however, it would disappear as she laughed softly.. “Though, when has anything associated withdoom ever been anything good? Quite ominous, don’t you think?” Madame smirked larger, showing her teeth only slightly, mischief dancing across her face.. “Though, I do have word of more ominous things.. If you do care, Doctor.”

Her eyes flickered from Beel to Doc, to Eren, then to Astarte… Then back to the beloved Doctor. She knew of the Dark One’s presence, but did not acknowledge it.. Her aura of power was stifling, even next to Beel. Though she stood several feet below him, at a mere 5’4”, and easily the shortest being, even to Igor. “An undead army… Impressive, admittedly.. Though, how long did it take you? Oh, wait.. I know that.. Ten years. Ten years, doctor… Impressive.” The last word was repeated, a whisper compared to the rest.. “At least you are committed, as you can see from him, Lord Beel..” Though the word ‘Lord’ was a joke for her, she would never put anyone in higher standing than herself.. such absurd notions. “I do propose one of you gets the child.” At their confused looks, she would tilt her head. “The god-child? Born of Raul the Black and Bandit the thief..? The child that has the power to destroy Hell if it is told to? Ah, Doctor, if you could harness such power.. That would be something… Well-paid for, I am sure.”

Her eyes would go to Beel, a sudden grin on her face as she moved to him, pressing a hand against his chest. “Oh, do be careful, Lord…” She purred, gazing up at him with large eyes and an innocent face, “..I have a terrible feeling that you will see your end in a battle.. One that is not worth fighting.. Stay away from your foe’s flames, would you?” Her fingertips trailed on his chest for a moment, her gaze thoughtful.. But then she would pull away, the petite woman gazing back at the doctor. A somewhat knowing glance in her eyes. “What an army to have a hold of.. Wouldn’t you say, Lord? All the bodies to consume, but also to fight endlessly for you… because they are already dead?” A fingertip pressed to her lips as she glanced at Eren, though her eyes would ultimately fall on the army, staring at them with a gaze of mischief.

 

Zetta:  He found himself about to stomp in frustration now that his desired toy had been so cruelly stolen from his grasp. Although not literally, the thing he had supposed to be purchasing was likely going into the welcoming hands of another.. At least that was what he was thinking while looking at the trail the doctor left behind in his saunter away from the prince, on towards another customer. That bumbling idiot who crossed him without even so much as a praise.. Lucky that he was not totally eaten, a simple shove after getting in the way of royalty. It angered him that Wilhelm was even spending time talking to that one, compared to the graces of Beel’s presence here, specifically when it was to see the man himself.. At this point he was gritting his teeth, rapidly reaching the point of tossing the chair he had previously been seated at so comfortably. He did not care how it benefit him before and only wanted to wreck something now that he was feeling depraved. A feeling which had been short-lived when he was tended to moments after, thankfully too, as even though he had yet to really act out he was definitely getting ever closer to this point the longer he had spent without the Doctor’s attention. Once he knew he was the center of attention again, his teeth showed themselves upon a happy grin, but with the appearance of a monster’s opening of it’s own mouth.

His feet clamped against the ground with every single step taken due to his massive size and weight. Inhuman in physique, absolutely gigantic in posture, even with no clear idea in mind while he followed the doctor, Beelzebub still walked tall. Being told then that he needed to continue following after Dr. Willhelm if he wanted the up-close and personal showing of the arm. Naturally, like a calling to an animal and it running towards the attractive sounds, Beel nodded his head quickly. Only once though, he was still baring great anticipation for whatever else might be in store for him now. All other thoughts besides finding out what it would be like to hold the glove were ignored, in this manner he was completely obsessing over the item he had only just heard about. His eyes still carried light, the bright light of intrigue. “Take me to it then! I want to claim it for myself.” Out came the deep voice of the glutton prince, but with evident enthusiasm. Without another care for anything else, he, along with Astarte and Eren were then invited to accompany the group of freaky individuals down to another section of the Laboratory.. Having already sold his item to Gluttony, it was now only a matter of time until the prince himself would be able to claim it. And this very thought had made him almost giddy in waiting, they were brought onto an elevator-like transport. Somehow it managed to hold all four of them all, Beelzebub especially as he was heavy, likely heavier than the others combined into one. Despite his weight, he would continue consuming until he no longer felt the desire to…

So with the passing of time, all of them comfortably making it unto the metal platform, Beel felt one side of it all tilt to one side. He stumbled slightly, only because of the necessary shifting of his weight, to which normally he had no problem lifting but the suddenness of it all was what caught him off guard. Then again it shifted like a creak, then.. ‘Eeean.. CREEEAN’ the sound of grinding metal echoed rather loudly, the people within the thing fell helplessly. The prince specifically had already taken to a slightly panicked looking all around himself, clearly nervous. Coming as an oddity due to his title, and he was already accustomed to transport failing on him in the past, it was why he encouraged barbaric cannibals to dominantly exist in his army. They were much stronger than the nutrient-depraved weaklings of Envy. Those limp-bones would break apart trying to lift his mass. It came as no surprise when mechanics had appeared to fail, bringing them all down at what seemed to be the fastest possible rate. No matter how rickety and nerve-wrecking it had gotten though, for whatever reason the metal beneath them did not rust away and have a hole broken through it from their combined weight. It seemed completely stable, this shocker of an experience was likely the Doctor’s intention as he had seemed to be enjoying himself somewhat. This did not stop Beel’s own caution though, he may not have been chattering his teeth, but he knew this could turn out bad.. If it was real. Just as they might have come to an abrupt crash, the transport landed safely. The crazed man before him had confirmed this to be a normal experience for him, brushing off what might have been fear with a casual comment..

“That ride was setup, huh..” He said in disbelief. Only being able to take in that they had gotten down, his tone was directly due to being unsure of how they would be returning to the laboratory above. Yet once again, he was taken for another emotional uprising. The doctor created a distraction in his reference to the bodies before them all, identifying them all to be horrors of various kinds. Undead obviously, and not moving, but animated. His experiments with returning life after death was amazing, and so his actual results were even more of a promise. With his addiction to satisfaction though, he ignored this goodness entirely, his face becoming serious once more, the face that mostly everyone had known the glutton prince for had been returning. A cold stare from narrowed, focused oculars, his red eyes peering his demonic nature unbound. Ravenous hunger in them, the most honest desire to be pleased, thoroughly. He had been promised an arm, he would receive it from the doctor one way or the other. It could be regenerated if he consumed enough mass, that was what he thought upon laying eyes on the hundreds of corpses. “I wonder… How many bodies does it take to reform the center of my bony wrist!” He said aloud, at first in a sing-song voice, but as his sentence led on it would become apparent that he was not only coming upon a lack of patience but also a searing want to retrieve his hand. The Doctor was not in fear at all apparently, but he had already begun to move to appease Beel. Leading him to the arm that he was truly interested in, the spark in his eyes lit like a flame when he first laid eyes on it’s container. It was removed for Beel’s use, and the Doctor invited him to take it. Before going for it though he turned his head to Willhelm “Yes, of course..” He said now with a heavy, lustful tone. Dying to get his hands on this relic, after being teased with the picture he was actually still holding.

“You’re usually satisfied with demon parts and gold. Is that still the deal here?” He asked simultaneously as he had reached for it, taking it quickly to then attach the hand of doom to his own bone. Connecting the two, he tested it simply first, wiggling a few fingers one after another to test it’s versatility. Finding it to be almost a replica of his own large hand, but more befitting of an over-sized gauntlet on his had, just a few sizes bigger due to Beel’s normally large frame. He knew then that it was more of a fit for his demon form, where it would probably coordinate perfectly with him. Towards the voice of another, his entire frame of mind twisted to look in Her direction. An odd woman came upon the four, mysterious, she had approached them all but made note of the Doctor specifically. Saying a piece on the arm itself, then to the doctor, her every line spoken was intoxicated with sarcasm and a casual sense. Was this another being altogether, separate and independent of Hell’s Kitchen? She certainly spoke like it, as if she had no ties, and no special concern for anyone in the room save for Willhelm..
The vixen turned to Beelzebub, who had returned her look with the same one he’d given the doctor moments ago. Who the hell was this?.. She had moved about with a certain daring, that said she could confidently move around in-between the two men and say as well as do as she pleased with no consequence. He planned to knock her out of his concerns the same way he had done to the boy before, his ageless presence had no time for idle chatter with uncaring clowns. Whether male or female.. Before even lifting a finger to do so though, she addressed Beel, or rather both of them. “What being with a thief could give birth to such a creature, that it threatens my realm?” As if he had already won on all other fronts of Hell, to him it was only a matter of time, after all.

Though it could be considered, and if being that powerful existed then it could easily be used against him. This grasped his attention too, he would have to conduct a search for those two, and get them to work for him before their child came to be. Or at least be able to take it for himself. His thoughts changed when she had decided to approach him directly now, Speaking to him as if they had known each other for a time, the second time he had experienced this form of communication with someone else. It was making him uncomfortable, being one to take whatever he wanted, he was being faced now with someone who might have wanted him. The feeling of being overwhelmed with tension, which he had always done to others, the likes of which reminded him of his first times with Najetta. She had practically attacked him then, and here he was now all over again. Though now he was not the boy nervous to make contact with such a fragile-looking frame.. What! Did she want to play with Lord Gluttony himself?.. His arm hooked around her, as she had said that he ought to stay away from his foe’s flames, obviously an insinuation but none of which he was particularly concerned with. No matter what her mouth said, her body had come so close to a fire in itself, he knew nothing of her but that she was a very. Bold. Bitch. His eyes sized her up fast, his new massive right hand dangled at his side. “Surely, that army, andyou would be enough to guard me, even in the face of the flames of my enemies.” He spoke, when he said you his eyes widened, losing their former seriousness to adopt a gluttonous eye once more. Always the idealist.

 

 

Jon:  Eren had just finished yawning then realized that doctor was now taking Beel somewhere else, shaking his head he knew he’d have to follow at his point. Taking a step forward he took a glance over his shoulder to Astarte with killing intent. With his respect for her almost gone she could almost be considered an enemy depending on how Blitz would recieve her whenever she would finally find him. “I suggest you leave and don’t comeback.” As he was nearing his new leader and the doctors position he turned his attention to what was in front of him as his words held weight with her especially since she saw what he could do at fifty to seventy-five percent of his power, and him now being at full strength was probably something she couldn’t put onto words but Eren had slipped into a much darker place since the time of her and he last speaking to one another. “If you do decide to comeback. I’ll kill you, eat you, and absorb your very power into my own.” Without another word he had now disappeared with Beel and the doctor to retrieve something, and this something could only he the arm that the gluttonous prince had came here for. It was about time he was getting what we had came here for. For someone who was hungry for almost anything at any given time he sire could hold a conversation and be a consumer of time when he wanted to be, probably the worst trait so far in Eren’s eyes but then he was a prince so maybe this was a casual prince thing. Wasting time. Releasing another sigh he was now behind Beel and the doctor, hands in his pockets he felt eyes on him. Looking up it was a woman who seemed to glance at him and now she was having casual conversation with the doctor about an arm. He didn’t hear much of the conversation but had heard enough to realize that Doom was in the name which brought a sense of excitement out of him but quickly hit something. A wall? No. He had walked into Beel’s back due to his lacking in attention to his surrounding, he wanted to kick Beel for just passing like that in front of him but then quickly realized why he had paused. Stepping out from behind him and now at his side, the side that wasn’t occupied by the female. Glancing around and taking everything in all he could do was just release a heavy breath. He didn’t like the idea of the dead being toyed with in such a way, the idea seemed foul in his eyes but this man seemed to he excited over this. He seems so full of joy, not a single hint of remorse in him but more of bliss and pleasure. This man was a truly sick case but it’s a good thing they weren’t going to be here much longer since Beel had gotten his arm. He felt eyes on him again and it was the same woman from before he was talking to Beel, she seemed to have caught his interest with whatever she was saying and catching his interest wasn’t always the best thing. Eren knew the situation this girl had gotten herself into was a bad one especially since the Prince had place his arm around her, not paying enough attention to the two to truly notice how his arm was placed neither. Eren could assume that the girl was either interested in Gluttony or was just here to be here. He’d doubt she was here to visit him or talk to him so he paid no attention, his focus back on this mass freak show. “Monstrous..” it was the only word he could bring himself to say in this place as no other word could fit the bill of it, it seemed never ending and eternal. Tremendous and terrifying. As much as he didn’t like the idea though if Beel wanted this army then Eren would have to deal with being around or possibly commanding the undead army as a second will to Beel, bring his hand up to the back of his neck he began to massage it. This place was surely giving Eren some tension in his neck. “Lord Beel do we leave now, or is there some more business you have here?” He needed to ask this as he didn’t want to spend any more time than needed in this place. Wondering who else knew about this army, thinking what this army could mean to the gluttonous prince. Everything seemed to be falling into place like a domino effect for the Prince. Gaining to powerful creatures, an assassin, a new arm, and now if he wanted he could possibly be getting an army that could double if not trouble his power. Feeling like his idea to join the Prince was a good one he glanced back at the woman who was next to Beel, looking her up and down for a moment before his eyes look towards her. Saying nothing else his attention returned back to the massive room as he awaited to see what the doctor would say next or what Beel himself would do next, if they were done or if he wanted this army.

Moo:  “Okey doke, Doc. Leave it to me!” Narcissa had looked back toward Wilhelm while she was addressed, but now she turned with a grin toward the man in front of her. “This way, then!” The monster hummed to herself, basically ignoring the other guy with the fire powers. He was busy being confronted by another woman from the looks of things, and she would rather not get close to the fire user. She waved him over instead as he began walking. “Let’s gooo!” Narcissa skipped on ahead to meet with the Doctor and Beel, though keeping her distance for the sake of not upsetting the man who seemed to have a short temper. Traveling with the group was pretty entertaining in itself; the frankensteinian monster was ooh’ing and aw’ing at everything, eyes big and curious. It was cool that Wilhelm had kept this place a secret. Even she hadn’t known about this place before, despite knowing he kept cool artifacts somewhere. The sight of the Hand of Doom itself was awesome to experience for the girl. Narcissa stood closely to the Doctor as she admired it. Until a popping noise came about, anyhow. Then the scene that unfolded was all but something she understood. The girl would just stand there with a slight sway, humming to herself without any regards to how serious this might have actually been. “Hey, is she supposed to be here?” she questioned in a melodic tone. With half a giggle, she tilted her head to the side. “What should we do, Doctor?” Would he just let her stay? It seemed like she was disrespectful, in a weird way. Narcissa understood it though.

The Palace. – Fable of Swords.

Royalty reside here, obviously. A place for major events such as balls and parties. Heavily guarded as expected; you must request an appearance with the royal family in order to enter. Servants, knights, and other staff around the palace are the only exceptions.
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A new series in which I introduce Ravina Direwolf; a ranger.  The opening scene is the Castle of the King.

This is written with Moo, Kiri, Fu, & Nhal.

 

Moo: Today was peaceful for the kingdom so far. Zoura had woken to a dull light filling her room through the large windows, and the almost silent bustling of her maid. Her morning was dull and routine, as expected. Nobody was as heartfelt lately with the King’s illness. While Zoura couldn’t speak for her brother, she was definitely not in the mood to do her lectures or training, nor walk around the kingdom for her campaign. But she had to. Fixing herself with her armor as usual, she looked in the mirror. A woman who would take the throne in name of peace and prosperity. Sighing briefly, she put on a thin smile and made her way to the throne room, and would undoubtedly cross paths with her guardian there if not sooner. He had a habit if staying close, though she never minded; Zoura enjoyed the company in times like this, and it ensured her safety from the likes of her brother or other possible threats. Not that she was entirely sure of what he was doing or thinking anymore; the prince was just distant and…more withdrawn than she remembered. The tapping of her feet against the floors of the palace echoed down the halls, moving formally as she passed the staff who cared for her. It was too early for them to be dressing in black… Her eyes turned down while she finally entered the King’s current chambers, where she and her brother were called just a short while ago.

 

Fu:  It was quiet, or so it had seemed for most. The sound of simultaneous feet clicking and clacking against the floor from outside the King’s chambers were heard for quite awhile , closing in and increasing with each sound until the door opened and a group of people appeared clad in black and red.

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– They surrounded the entrance and had bowed their head as well as lowering their stance while one set of feet slowly made his or her way towards the front of the group from the back most end of the formation. Slowly the person made their way to the room and stood at the entrance with a melancholic expression upon the person’s face , at this point the person was seen. It was the Elder Prince ; Bleidd Pearce. He gave a quick glance at his younger sibling but that was all he had done before returning his attention to the reason why he was there in the first place. The air suddenly got alittle cold , the kind of cold where a person could feel a shiver go up their spine from some sort of sensation that was hard to truly tell why it happened or where it had came from. –

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” Hello…….. Father . Is everything alright ? ”

 

Kiri:  

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Of course, normally most people wouldn’t expect for a presence to have already been in the room other than the king himself. And that sense of security was obviously going to stay unbroken by the male who was sitting the shadows of a corner not six feet from the door. Silent and foreboding, however invisible to the ones in the room as well. Satoru, one of the Senior Rangers of the kingdom’s own Ranger Corps, was sitting in the corner by request of the king himself; his mottled cloak making him invisible to even the keenest of eyes, including that of supernatural creatures surprisingly, so much so that even with their other senses supernatural creatures could not find them so long as they sat still; though the supernaturals can sense them, it normally confuses them by not being able to hear or see them, making them twice as deadly. It was one of the reasons the Rangers were looked at with fear by the general populace as Dark Arts wielders who make themselves invisible using such magics; even though the reality was that Rangers relied on nothing more than their own training. Satoru had been talking to him, the king, only seconds before Zoura had arrived. Satoru was watching because of the king’s request for him to do so, for Zoura’s safety more so than anything. The reason for Satoru having even been there at all, was actually because the king wanted him to keep an eye on Zoura and help keep her safe from the shadows. It was generally known, though not entirely official, that Satoru supported the princess and her rise. But he himself would never admit that officially unless given reason. Satoru’s face was hidden in shadow, but the hood over his head, and even as he sat there, he was ready to pull his bow from his back and fire should he must; and being behind the two heirs only made it easier for him to take Bleidd and Zoura by surprise if he must. Even if he’d rather avoid it entirely.

 

Moo:  Zoura glanced up toward the armor with a small smile, feeling oddly out of sorts today. She was a little uneasy, questioning as to why the King would request her presence, as well as her brother’s. She had only just gotten into the room when she heard a distant marching of feet, which meant she had to move away from the door and further into the room. Zoura took her place beside her father, sitting on his rather large bed before taking his hand into her lap. The King had been a good father to her, though it seemed he had some darker nature within him as well. Some that reminded her of Bleidd. The King’s hand moved from hers and caressed her face, gently pushing back strands of hair before brushing his thumb across her cheek. Only then did she realize she had let herself tear up. She blinked several times now, clearing her throat as the marching grew louder. The King smiled while his hand rested in hers once again, before both turned their heads to look at none other than her brother. His greeting felt cold, and the presence he brought with him was unsettling. Zoura’s expression sobered until she was nearly frowning, gazing up at him. “…We were suppose to come unaccompanied, Bleidd.” She sighed briefly before she squeezed the King’s hand, hearing the man clad in armor greet the two of them. Zoura recognized his voice, leaving her to tilt her head slightly. But she gave him another thin smile and nodded her head slightly. “A pleasant morning.” Wasn’t that a lie? Here she sat on the edge of her father’s bed, who was so ill he looked as though he were skin and bones. Turning her attention back to the King, she looked over his aged face.

The King was silent for a time, having let his daughter speak her peace before he cleared his throat. It ended with some coughing into a cloth he happened to be holding in his free hand. “Send them off, Bleidd,” the man ordered in a deep and raspy voice. He somehow still had enough energy to sound like a King; powerful and demanding yet calm patient. “This matter is for us alone.”

 

Fu:

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” Oh ? Then why are there others in family business ? ”

– Was what Bleidd had said in reply to his younger Sister after Sera ; the Legion Captain rushed to his side and spoke in a extremely low tone but Bleidd had caught the entire thing. He would nod gently towards the person who announced themself by greeting before returning the gaze at his Sister. She was more understanding of the surroundings then him as she herself was born and understood the dark much more then he had , so he found her talents useful and valued . He was inept at that area , and would be in trouble if she wasn’t around but then again that was not his only lifeline whether he liked it or not . His arm had proven to give him a curse but also something much more useful . That ‘things’ guidance, awareness and intuition. Sera would then speak up and talk to the King outright her conditions. –

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Sera:” Drop the others hidden here , and we’ll go. You don’t trust your own family that you need others monitoring the conversation Your Highness ? ”

 

Nhal:  Children please, hush. This is no time for conflict…” The massive dragon like creature strolled into the room with a surprising softness for his size, the only sounds were of the light decorative chaincoat he wore jingling softly and the old blade from his guard captain days tapping against the side of his leg. Moving up to the pair he gave a rather frightening grin as he looked towards Sera. “I apologize if I may sound rude captain… But I will have to ask you to leave Miss Sera…” He lifted his head and directed his snout towards a shadowy corner of the room before giving a short few sniffs in the direction. “That means you as well Mr. Matsuo…” He shifted his weight a little and tucked his hands behind his back, clasping them together comfortably. “I won’t be having either party misbehaving… Not today… Isn’t that right….” He turned his head towards both the prince and the princess. “…Lady Zoura, Lord Bleidd…

 

Kiri:  

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“Hmm… normally, I could be rude here. However, I will not. I shall only state a simple fact.”

Satoru rose from his spot, seeming to actually shrug the shadows from his body as the effect was lost. One eye was perfectly visible within his hood, being a slightly lighter shade of brown that made them look fiery crimson. The visible eye of Satoru was calm, and honest as he prepared to speak once more, no matter if others had protested or not. Satoru was one of the more well-known Rangers, however that also meant he was infamous as well among civilians. Sera was good if she had known he was there, and the Dragonborn had nothing more than a good sense of smell to him.

“I am here under his, the King’s orders, and last I checked neither of you have the authority to trump him; in Sera’s case however, you are not even close to being high enough rank to set conditions to your king. Or me for that matter. You are a Captain, and you royal adviser. My authority is only trumped by direct members of the Royal Family. And as he is the one who has asked me to stay, stay I shall. Unless of course, his majesty would like for me to go.”

Satoru’s voice wasn’t snobbish, nor was it even insulting. It was calm, polite and factual. As he spoke, he used his hands to gesture at each member in the room that he had mentioned as he mentioned them, and he even added extra emphasis on the word direct when he mentioned members of the Royal Family. It was obvious he had no intentions of leaving. Not unless the king himself asked him to, as the king was the one who asked him to stay. Whether they would continue to argue, then that was up to them. However Satoru stayed where he was, and even as he stood it seemed that he was breaking down into the background because of his cloak. It was eerie in all honesty for those who weren’t Rangers. But then again, Sera wasn’t fazed herself when she had noticed him.

 

Moo:  
Zoura couldn’t believe the nerve of her brother–of this woman–while they stood in front of the King. Eddard looked tired and wary, his sunken eyes and withered face seemingly set in a grimace the entire duration of the meeting so far. The pain must have been immense and hard to endure, leaving Zoura to hold his hand more tightly as she gazed down at him. With the disrespect slowly filling the room, she thought she herself might burst. But it would help nothing, and she knew her father to be a patient man, so she would try her best to do the same. After a soft, raspy breath, the king’s dull eyes roamed from his son’s face to the woman’s, looking rather disdainful. Though as he would actually begin to speak, the final member who was expected to be present in the room finally made his appearance. None other than Soskaal. As usual, he was there to offer wise words while making himself clear; his presence naturally caused others to be wary despite his calm demeanor. Eddard exhaled, looking from the dragonborn to the ranger.

Zoura herself flinched when she saw movement from the corner of the room, turning to look at who had apparently been here the entire time. She wasn’t familiar with him, but she knew what he was. The fact that her father had requested his presence was slightly unsettling. More so than usual, her worried thoughts now turned to her brother. Did Eddard feel uneasy about his son as well? “Enough, Satoru…” His hand holding the cloth lifted, waving it slowly and quietly before letting it rest again. “You’re dismissed to the hall. It seems there is no getting around my friend Soskaal.” The King paused to offer the dragon an amused smile of sorts. “As sharp as ever.”

 

Fu:

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” Sera is the my voice. She knows how to vent out my thoughts so by my permission she is more then capable of speaking on my behalf. Now , Sera you and the others are free to go and moving on. What is the reason that we are gathered here today ? ”

– Bleidd would say to the Male who had spoken out about his orders . Following that moment the Prince would wave at his Second-in-command to acknowledge the Dragonborn and she would nod to him and walk out. She would be the last to leave as the small formation of knights would have went along and shuffled out first. It was only Bleidd left and he would walk closer towards his Father and Sister. He never showed it directly but he had been angered at the fact he had no magic aptitude but his younger Sister did. He didn’t understand why he was given the short end of the stick , but he didn’t wish for others to know but most did considering the events that had happened in earlier years. The only thing he has kept entirely secret was the existence of a certain something , and due to various reasons has worn lengthy clothing to cloak his inner problems , physically and mentally. He waited to see how things would play out , before returning to his own thoughts and going about his day.-

 

Nhal:  Soskaal grinned again and gave a soft nod in the king’s direction. “I was simply born with a strong nose your grace… it is only natural.” Turning his head slightly he watched Sera leave the room, then looked back towards Satoru and gave a light smile and a subtle gesture in the same direction. Turning his head back towards king Eddard, his eye shifted towards Bleidd for a moment before he spoke softly. “I enjoy the dulcid tones of marching boots on the pavement as much as the next person young prince, but truly there was no reason to bring a whole unit with you when your father simply wishes to speak to you and your sister…” he then shifted again into a comfortable position and watched over the young siblings silently as he awaited their fathers words.

 

Kiri:  

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Satoru gave a small bow, placing his right hand in a hovering position just in front of his stomach before striding away without another word. It was the King’s will, emphasis on king’s. It didn’t matter if Sera was his voice, she wasn’t a high enough rank. The Ranger’s face was inscrutable, calm and grim as ever, however his thoughts were mostly focused on the fact that the Prince must be a coward in the form of words if he had to rely on his captain, and risk her head in the process, to speak out a condition or term to the king. The prince could be menacing and foreboding and every other word in the book, it didn’t make a lick of difference to Satoru. He’d seen it all, and probably more. The Ranger had been around a long time, and honestly the fact that the prince seemed off hadn’t eluded him. He was a Ranger, it was their job to know things. But he didn’t know very much about the Prince’s reason for being the way he was right now. Satoru rubbed the bottom of his chin, but didn’t really have a reason to fully understand as he didn’t have enough information. The Ranger was just standing there outside the door, not listening as that would have been rude regardless of his curiosity, thinking and going uncaring about the glances of suspicion and fear directed at him by the servants who passed. It was a normal phenomenon after all.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Palace 

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Having been ordered to remain outside in the cobble stoned courtyard with the horses, Ravina was growing restless. Dark whispers and looks from the King’s own guard were starting to annoy her, and as she stood stroking the neck of her horse, loud voices were heard to be coming from the inside of the building. It was hardly surprising with the vast amount of soldiers and nobles that were all now clamoring to make their way in to the Palace, as word of the King’s illness had spread across the realm. There was even a gathering of the clergy. Red hooded old goats carrying large books, and swinging burning incense as they waited their turn, like everyone else. Ravina regarded the priests as being nothing more than parasites, that used God’s word in order to have sway and power that should not have been afforded to them. Whispers also said that the King’s own children had returned to pay homage and listen to the King’s words. There had been rumors that both sought the crown if the King should pass on to the next. This was really of no consequence to the senior ranger. She knew her place in the world, and was proud to be part of the Ranger’s corp.

After another ten minutes of waiting, her patience was at it’s end. Handing the reigns to a stable hand, she drew up her hood and then fully armed, she started to make her way into the Castle proper. Her boots clinking as the spurs tapped the stone with every step that she took.

The corridors were lined with even more of the King’s guard. They really had gone all out with the beefed up security, but as they watched the ranger pass their ranks, they gave her the respect that she had duly earned from years of hard training. Her mottled cloak was like a badge of honor, and one she wore with pride.

The final turn and she could see Satoru up ahead, standing just outside the King’s chamber door. He gave those servants that passed him by a look of no caring, and if ever there was a time that Ravina wanted to smile it was now. She had to admit, he was an impressive man. She both admired and looked up to him, and he respected her for her duty and loyalty to the Corp.

“Let me guess. Ringside seats are only for the Royals?”

One thing about Ravina, she spoke her mind.

~RB~