It’s time – PD

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

 

The World inside Scar’s Hat 

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It’s time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~RB~

It started with a kiss – The Embassy : PD

 

Tsu:

 

Pure bliss and pleasure had ran through the males body, something he truly loved at that moment. It was rather interesting process, feeling him deep inside. Valmont had let himself go after and you could say Nicholas had moaned out to himself from the other release. This was something different and he wondered if it would happen again. His question was answered with Val’s comment and he let out a small chuckle.

” Not amazing as you, and no.. It didn’t hurt much after, it felt wonderful. ” he had said towards him.

Sitting on the edge he was still close to him and it felt good. The kiss that was placed again felt better and he did indeed hope the next time was better, not like he didn’t enjoy this one himself. It surprised him hearing Valmont say he’d love him forever, was that going to change his ways? What exactly did this mean for them now, they both took each other as their own. There was bound to be consequences, no? Many questions wondered through his head but his head snapped towards the open door. Seeing the maid you could say Nicholas moved quick to bring his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. This had been embarrassing her walking in and seeing them like this, especially Nicholas and what he was. His normal face once again had returned a bit red and he looked to the opposite side of the room.

” Well, this isn’t awkward at all.” The boy said finally remaining quiet after.

 

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Embassy of Hell 

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“Not at all.” Valmont offered a simple three word response as he turned his head ever slowly to see the maid standing there, dropping her feather duster and gawking at the pair in deep shock. It was not exactly what how you would expect to find the Ambassador and his assistant, and there was probably going to be the need for explaining. But that was where Valmont showed a different expression. More one of amusement. How odd. Was he not embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position. In fact, he took it in his stride. Though Nicholas was pulling back and drawing his legs up, Valmont turned and as bold as a peacock, he strutted towards the woman butt naked. His length was still covered in Nicholas’s ministrations, and Valmont couldn’t be prouder. The maid gasped as she watched him walk towards her. You had to admit he was incredibly good looking, especially like this.

“Enjoy the show, Martha?” Valmont’s voice had a sultry edge to it, and he then leaned casually upon the door frame, as she wrang her hands and looked panicked. “And no…I’m not going to invite you in.” This he was adament about. A slight pause happened, before he reached out and grabbed the girl by the back of the head and then forced her to the wall of the corridor. His eyes blazing as he locked on hers.

“You didn’t see anything unusual. Just Nicholas and I searching for….my pencil.”

“Just searching for a pencil, My Lord.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you go check on the kitchens and see when dinner will be ready.” Valmont flashed a grin, as he used his ability of mental manipulation to compel her to do his wishes. When she nodded slowly, he released her hair and then patted her head like she was a child.

“Off you go then.”

The maid bobbed a curtsey and hurried off, completely oblivious now. Just the way that Valmont liked it. A chuckle escaped his lips, as he re entered his office and made sure this time to lock the door when he closed it.

“Women…” This was said with a sarcastic tone. He then sauntered back over to Nicholas with a wicked grin.

“Now…where were we?”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

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Not at all he saids, not at all? That’s crazy! Nicholas was beyond flushed and nervous, he sat there with himself still covered. Watching him walk Nicholas eyes trailed down his back all the way to his feet, he was a handsome man. You could say he got lucky in this right now, he had him to his self. Watching with a tilted head he had to give him props for walking like that, he was a man after all. Biting down on his lip he’d listen to the conversation, compulsion was coming into play. A small sigh of relief left his lips, he was saved. It was amusing watching him talk and command her, it made him think if he’d ever use it on him; to make him one of his things. Nicholas would shake his head at the thing he said, searching for a pencil, real original. The door had locked and Nicholas was wondering what was going to happen.

” Yes woman, such a pain. God, that was embarrassing. ” He had said rolling his eyes playfully and saying sarcastically but, the last part was hushed.

Nicholas couldn’t complain, he was half of one and he understood them. Watching his face something went through Nicholas, what was the grin for? Once Valmont was back in front of him he’d yet to put his legs back down, perhaps he was playing with him? He was indeed and it was funny.

” You were saying you’d love me forever. ” Nic said repeating what he had said earlier, before interruption.

With that his face had turned once again with a blush. This was still new and he had in fact just gotten his first lover, let alone it was his employer at first. This would be something he wondered how Zachary and the rest would take it, maybe it’d work out though.
 

 

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Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but laugh now, as the moment passed. Sure, the surprise of the maid entering the room was ill timed, but fixing the situation took very little effort on the Ambassador’s part. It was easy to see though that it troubled Nicholas. He looked adorable, trying to cover himself when the maid appeared so unexpectedly. Taking charge of the situation so that it didn’t spiral into something worse, Valmont showed a side of himself that the young man may not have ever witnessed before. It was in fact very rare to see a public use of his mind manipulation technique. The ambassador knew that women’s tongue were as loose as old pantie elastic, and their affair being still in it’s infancy was something that Valmont wanted to protect. Not just for the sake of what Nicholas was, but also because to Valmont this was a very private affair. What they shared was so special to Valmont, and he was not about to force Nicholas out into the open with his sexuality.

Standing before him now, as Nicholas lowered his legs on the table and appeared to relax some, Valmont was more than happy to answer any questions that he had. Course, the way that he agreed about the statement Women.. had Valmont laugh heartily once more. “We are going to have to get used to the odd walk in.” Being that the Embassy employed so many people, that was a forgone conclusion. “We just need to remember to lock the door.” This was said with a wink, while Valmont ran his hand up and down Nicholas’s inner thigh. It wasn’t a sign that he was about to flip the boy over and have him again, just that he wanted to touch him and be close.

” You were saying you’d love me forever. ” Nicholas was getting back to what was being said before the interruption. Valmont had a moment to think about this and what he meant by it. Keeping his eyes focused on Nicholas, he said “I don’t normally take lovers. Nor have I had a relationship that was anything more than a passing fancy.” Valmont was being as open as he could be with Nicholas, he deserved that much.

“What I feel for you, is what I have been searching for…..forever.” It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant now. What they had was true, even if it was unconventional. “I meant what I said, you were made for me.”

His voice was lower than before, as though these words were just for Nicholas, no one else.

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~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

A feeling of comfort had run through Nicholas as Valmont rubbed his inner thigh. He felt use to it so he hadn’t been blushing anymore of it. This had been a sad night but, a joyful night. Nicholas had found someone who loved him and he found someone he loved. Seeing the wink he’d chuckle a bit at the comments and snickered a little. He realized that this would be private for both of them and he knew why. Nicholas wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to come out, he didn’t mind if he said he was gay but, he didn’t want it to get complicated. So he was happy that it was like this at the moment, it would be amazing in the end. It had become serious as he started talking about not finding a relationship and he thought he was truly special at this moment.

” I’ve never felt this way before and I’m truly happy about it. I never thought it’d come to this, I was always scared but, I’m not now.” He said truthfully and got off the table, standing in front of him.

Closing the gap between them he would put his arms around his neck, pulling himself up.

” I’m glad I could end your search. “ Nic said softly.

Moments later his lips were on Val’s once again, his body lifting himself up. His legs were wrapped around Valmont’s waist as he held him close. It surprised him that he was able to lift himself up like this but, he just wanted to feel on him again. Maybe this was still the hormones? No, it was love that he wanted and he would be happy with just kissing or that. These experiences were amazing to Nic and he’d like to experience more.

 

Bromance – The Embassy of Hell : PD

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Embassy of Hell 

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

Kind of like…

Bromance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

~RB~

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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The Embassy of Hell

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

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

“There’s a birth in our midst!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~RB~

Show me your truth! – The Kingdom of Wrath – PD.

Katrina’s cheeky ways may land her in hot water with the Princess of Wrath; Sayaka.  One hell of a cat fight is about to commence. – Princess Diaries RP.

 

Kiri:  

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Of course, she wasn’t asleep, she was too disciplined to let her guard down like that. Especially with the issues of what was troubling her. No. She was merely in thought, as she always was when she was alone; resting and thinking. The two things she prefered over anything. Even with the fact she was Wrath Incarnate, she loved to rest and think, simply being calm and relaxed above tense and angry. After all, it did give one wrinkles to worry too much about things, especially about things that you couldn’t control in the slightest.

Sayaka’s fiery golden eyes, once a burning crimson that they had been before the . . . well, that wasn’t important, all that was important was a simple fact: she hadn’t been expecting someone to be in the throne room. Till, of course, she saw who it was exactly. Normal indeed, a look which held a burning icy sense to it stared down at the cat, someone infamous for mischief; and some stranger things to be found in Hell. Sayaka rose an eyebrow at the woman, simply watching her with a calm gaze, but one that also seemed to burn and freeze at the same time. It was unnerving for most, but for this one Sayaka knew her normal attitude didn’t faze a creature like this.

Her eyes closed for a mere moment, and what could have been a tiny smile of sorts crossed over her face, as she listened to the being. Sure, her sentence had a double meaning of sorts to it, however the secondary sentence cleared everything for the Princess. Despite her cold demeanor, she could have her moments of softness, who didn’t in all honesty though? You’d have to be a Sociopath of sorts in order to not. That or just plain depressed. There was a slight rustle, but even with that it was difficult to tell she was moving until her hand, covered in a elbow length, crimson and black colored glove which was skin-tight on purpose, set itself on the cat’s head, rubbing her head softly.

“You are a greedy one, but then again, it’s better than being prideful..”

The truth that, Sayaka had a genuine and complete dislike for those who couldn’t swallow their pride for anything. And that happened to be ALL of the Kingdom of Pride, recipe for disaster right? Well, only time could tell with Sayaka. She had other things to worry about. 

 

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Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Oh, there was nothing that Kat loved more than to have her head stroked. That little pink tongue stayed stuck between her teeth and her eyes gave off a far away look as she instinctively started to purr. Dropping to her knees and letting her slink black tail curl happily around her. Talk about hitting the spot. Not a G spot, but a Kat spot. Normally when she waltzed into kingdoms, the Princes set the dogs on her. She tended to say and do things that would have others set on the edge of their seats. Untrusting of the feline minx. Then again, they didn’t realize that Kat could also offer the one thing that many prize….comfort. To stroke a pussy cat often brought down the heart rate…though for some it sped up.

“Hehe, greedy for affection? I’ll bite that.” The tongue slid into Kat’s mouth and she chewed her bottom lip playfully. “A girl has to work for her cream sometime.” Everything that Kat said had a sinful double meaning. No wonder she belonged in Hell. If Sayaka had bothered to notice, the cat had yet to be collared. Owned by no one, more of a stray if anything. She simply wandered from place to place, her reasons were her own. Honestly, who questions a cat?

Kat moved her head beneath Sayaka’s getting the most she could out of this show of affection from what was a most dangerous demon. The Demon of Wrath. “I bet I could make you purr too.” Naughty, naughty Kat.

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“Have you guessed what I am yet?” Kat figured that the Princess of Wrath would have figured it out. With a powerful aura about her, she was bound to know much about what came through her doors. Though at the moment, most of her staff seemed to be leaving her to her devices. Like they knew when it was the right time to let her dwell on things, to think.

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Kiri:  

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“Hmph, a sight to see that. But, first you should remember a few manners yes? What is it that you want?”

Sayaka knew demons, and knew them well. Though this one definitely wasn’t a demon more than likely, just considering everything in all honesty. But then again, she could be at the same time. Sayaka’s voice was calm and clear, icy in tone and obviously disciplined. Of course she was, she was in charge of one of the most volatile Kingdoms in hell, she had to be disciplined. And being a Princess of Wrath didn’t always mean one had to stay angry, no.. in fact one who led Wrath could be calm as they come and still represent Wrath in essence with their power. That’s what Sayaka’s flames did, but no one had ever seen those flames, she’d never used them before in front of anyone, not since the day her training ended.

In any case, Sayaka had to raise an eyebrow at the woman silently, eyeing her with cold, but blazing, golden eyes. She obviously wasn’t one to joke, but that’s why she simply answered the girl with a calm disposition. The only Wrath who was actually able to be calm, it was a surprise to be honest for those who did not know her ahead of time.

“Either a cat-type demon or a Witch. Though either are possible.”

Perhaps the Princess did have something locked away with the new color of her eyes, that flaming gold was strange and abnormal even for a demon like her, almost as though it wasn’t hers at all. It was there in plain sight, but only for those with the eyes to see.

 

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Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Kat slid out from beneath Sayaka’s hand and purred as she crept up and then went to standing. She had asked a question, but like everything that Katrina did, it had a double meaning. Not so much asking if the Demon Princess knew what Kat was, but what she REALLY was.

“Close. I am…more what you need if anything.” What could the Princess of Wrath need, you might ask. Taking one step away, then another, she walked with one foot crossing the other as she showed a sleek form that was dressed in a skin tight black fit, bold and figure hugging. Her tail whipped about her form in a sensual manner as a dark aura radiated about her form. The cat creature was a sinister bitch after all.

Turning slowly, she started to chant.

I only speak the truth
I only speak the truth
I only speak the truth
I only speak the truth
I ONLY SPEAK THE TRUTH

She brought her arms together straight out in front of her as her two fingers met and pointed straight at the Demon of Wrath.

“I’m a challenge!” Her form was enveloped in a green blaze of swirling light and power, crackles of lightning erupted from the green haze as she spun hard and fast in the center of the vortex she was creating. Her golden curls lengthened as she started to cackle loudly.

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“Chamma chamma re chamma chamma
Chamma chamma baaje re meri paejaniyaan
Re chamma chamma baaje re meri paejaniyaan
Tere paas aaun teri, saanson mein samaun…

Chamma chamma re chamma chamma
Chamma chamma baaje re meri paejaniyaan re
Chamma chamma baaje re meri paejaniyaan
(chamma chamma)
Baaje re meri paejaniyaan…
Re meri paejaniyaan (eh, chamma chamma)

(Eh, chamma chamma)
(Chamma chamma baaje re meri chamma)
Oh, yeah yeah… oh uo uo…
(Baaje re meri paejaniyaan)
(Baaje re meri paejaniyaan)

Tere paas aaun teri
Saanson mein samaun teri
Tere paas aaun teri
Saanson mein samaun raja!”

Kat had come to Wrath to see for herself if the calm visage of Sayaka was nothing more than a veil of deceit. She withdrew her wand and made a circle with it as the chanting filled the room.

“Show me your truth!”

~RB~