“Eat me.” – The Kingdom of Greed : PD

 

 

Kingdom of Greed – Castle
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You know, normally most people would have given in after being shot with so much electrical energy that they can’t even move, but this one definitely was a firebrand who didn’t know when to stop, someone who Ayana could have a lot of fun with in the long run considering everything that was going on at this point in time. She just kept giggling as he stopped his eye beam and then redirected another one for the chandelier, snapping its chain. As the thing fell, Ayana didn’t make any moves as the thing fell at her, not a one as she didn’t care one bit; the only thing that she did was she actually instead… mumbled under her breath a specific incantation so low that no one would be able to hear her. What she said was: The cunning of Loki hides away my impulses; the strength of Thor shirks my skill; the omnipotence of Odin commands me. By decree of these words, the Seal is Released; the Valkyrie’s Force shall reign. Funniest part about her saying this was, that as she said the last word, the chandelier landed upon her already changing form.

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With a cry, a roar as her raven colored wings unfurled, the Valkyrie caused the chandelier to be shattered into pieces from the sheer force of her power being unleashed all at once. As the Valkyrie was left standing there, she didn’t care that the Jabberwock had decided to buy himself time, she was just waiting for him to do so, just so that she could do as she pleased. As she stood there, her hand cannon began to glow brightly, but this was seemingly natural as it did it the moment that she had revealed her form.

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It was time to show this Jabberwock what true force could do.

Dessy:
Kingdom of Greed – Castle
Mariela had the armor all placed, and she held the helmet in her arm, watching Suda. When she asked if there was “anything else she needed to know about”, she meant about the armor. She did not expect Suda to stop and pull down some levrl. Mariela looked up, seeing a massive stone wall turn around, and Mariela furrowed her brows in confusion. “Guess you should see the lab.” Suda spoke, and Mariela just gave a confused expression.

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“Um… As much as I’d love to, there’s a giant creature in my ballroom right now, and I need to make sure my family are out of harm’s way, sooo…” she spoke… but the dwarf didn’t listen. He started walking towards the lab anyway, leaving Mariela completely confused. “Oh…no rush to go fight the beast, I am sure it will still be there when we are finished…NOW…welcome to Greed central. It is here that we are working on new and wonderful ways to defend the Kingdom.” Suda spoke, and Mariela just looked at him in confusion. “It can wait?!” she spoke. “It can’t wait! There is a beast in the middle of my ballroom!” she spoke. She gave an exasperated sigh, turning to look around her at the army of dwarves. She’s been here since Mammon – how did she not know this was here?

She followed him to another dwarf – known as Rupert – but literally the entire time she was antsy and anxious to get back up there. She didn’t know how well the girl was holding up, plus her brothers and Tessa were still there, as well as Scar. They needed to hurry up so she could leave. Suda introduced her to his son, and Mariela bowed her head. “Nice to meet you.” she said, but her voice was rushed and hurried. She giggled a bit when Suda lectured his son, before he bowed and Mariela gave him a smile.

“Ah yes…the legendary Princess of Greed. You’re the one that turned Lydia into slime. Nice work. I hate to say it, but…you don’t exactly look the evil ruler type to me.”

Mariela couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “I’m not the evil ruler type.” she said with a shake of her head. “Women do like to be told nice things… but, there’s a way you phrase it.” she then said. When Suda asked to demonstrate the gauntlet, Mariela shook her head. “Look… as much as I’d like to see it, I really need to get up there.” she said, looking up as a piece of the ceiling dropped down, and then giving a worried expression.
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Rupert began explaining the gauntlet anyways, and Mariela gave an annoyed groan. She listened to the explanation, raising an eyebrow at the claws, and then her eyes widening when the net of plasma was thrown, giving an apoligetic smile to the dwarf on the wall. He then demonstrated the invisibility, and Marie raised an eyebrow. “That’s all really cool and everything…” Mariela spoke, looking back up at the roaring. “But as much as I’d like to sit here and learn more… Ireally need to go.” she said, beginning to walk away backwards. “No questions. Um… come see me whenever it’s finished, and I’ll come back when I have time to know more and get to know you all. Okay?” she said, giving a warm smile before placing the helmet on her head.

She then ran out, picking up the sword in one hand and the tablet in the other. She immediately raced out of the armory, heading back up the stairs, just in time to hear the cry from what she guessed was the other girl. “That… didn’t sound good…” she said, racing down the hallway and into the ballroom.

Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Like a vacuum cleaner seller having the door slammed in his face, Rupert’s face fell after giving a stellar performance at trying to show off the wonders and attributes of the magical gauntlet. He had described its properties, and the many magnificent things it could do, but then part of the ceiling happened to collapse, enough to remind the Princess that upstairs a girl was fighting for her life against the majesty of the Jabberwocky. The Red Queen’s favorite pet. Seeing her walking backwards, the disappointed dwarf took the gauntlet off and shrugged his shoulders. No sale today. Suda simply shook his head, before waddling over to give his son a pat on the arm.

“There there….why don’t we go test out the new catapult? I’ll even let you throw Wilson over the castle wall.” Suda and Rupert chuckled together, while Wilson’s muffled cries were heard in the background. “You drive a hard bargain, Father.”

With the Princess fleeing from the blacksmith shop, wearing her armor and carrying the sword of souls, she looked ready to take on anything…anything at all. And…there was someone watching.

Having lost out to the White rabbit, the Cheshire cat’s red eyes were the only things visible, as it chuckled darkly to itself. Oh, she must be heading for the little fight in the ballroom. Stealth, was something the cat was good at, along with being able to blend into any scene, be it a hedge, a tree or a stone wall.

As Mariela was about to slide into the now partially destroyed ballroom, a massive cat’s head appeared in her way.

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“Aren’t you fancy, little Princess. Don’t you know, you’re late for the ball.” Wickedly, the cat grinned, showing off all its razor sharp teeth. The cat’s face got closer and then it opened its mouth, to show of all things….a clock.

‘Tick tick tick tick tick…..”

“Tock!”

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In behind the Princess, a dark shadow appeared and it threw something into the mouth of the Cheshire cat. The cat’s mouth closed and it started to splutter and cough, before the head started to shrink away. In fact, the whole cat appeared, and it was getting smaller and smaller. So small, it became the size of a domestic cat.

“Meow!” *Screeech*…..the cat ran away, disappearance around a corner, and if Mariela looked behind her, she would see a tall….good looking dark haired man standing in behind her.

“Hurry! She needs you.” The man said, urging her to go on. He didn’t reveal himself, since time was of the essence. Even Marcus knew that.

In the ballroom, the little lightning girl was being a real pain in the ass. The chandelier had broken its chain, and its landing was meant to disable the girl, but alas all it did was unleash a locked power. It gave her the very reason to bring out her true self, something that for a split second, even the Jabberwocky took notice of. Struggling against the warp of lightning energy that had it bound, the chest of the Jabberwocky grew larger and larger, as it writhed to give one last bout of strength to overcome its many injuries. The beast would not give up….it couldn’t

“The mirror is gone…little sprite.” The jabberwocky felt its only way out now destroyed. “If I cannot return…then you will join me in HELL!” The mighty tail of the jabberwocky had not been caught up in the girl’s power, and it reared up behind the beast. A ball like club at the end of the tail produced large spikes, with spear like tips. Like a cat, the tail stiffened, and then the jabberwocky lowered its head, to unleash a series of spikes like rapid firing darts, that headed toward the girl, who had her arm cannon at the ready.

Little did anyone realize that in behind the jabberwocky, where the mirror had stood, was now a table…that contained a table of….cookies. Each cookie had words written on them.

“Eat me”

~RB~
Matt:
It had been ages since Aria, or her sister had been back to their home in Greed. About two years to be exact. However they had finished the job that the great Lord Mammon had sent them on, and now they were returning. On the way in though there was a grand shop along the road. It had a giant wooden cookie sitting above the door, and as Aria looked upon it a giant glimmer shone in her eyes, and a grin spread upon her lips. Before her sister could stop what was about to go down, Aria vanished into the cookie shop.

There was a giant ruckus in the shop before Aria burst out the doors once more, running at high speeds away from the shop. In her arms she carried bags and bags of varying cookies. As she ran she was actually leaving a trail of the treats behind her. From the shop the owner burst out, yelling at her to bring back the merchandise. Yes. The young girl had stolen over a hundred dollars in cookies.

Once they were far enough away Aria slowed down once more, and began walking normally, munching on a cookie. She seemed rather like a child as she munched the treat. One would not believe that she was the older of the two twins.

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Not too long after that, the castle of greed came into view.

“Yay! Almost home!” Aria yelled, dropping a couple of her cookies in excitement.

That was when a terrible roar ripped through the air. It was coming from the castle, and didn’t seem friendly.

“”Uh oh. I hope Mammon is ok.” she said, and then she vanished, a trail of roses following the path she had taken.

She was now standing directly in front of the ballroom door from the outside. She noticed the windows were smashed, and there were sounds of fighting coming from the inside. However her hands were full of the “Borrowed” cookies. She sat there, and thought for a moment, and then she seemed to decide on something. In the next moment her black booted foot was raised up, and slammed against the fragile doors of the ballroom. They were broken from the hinges, and fell to the ground with a crash.

Aria walked in through the doors, her eyes closed, and a smile on her face. This was her first mistake after being back. As soon as she was in the door way a giant tail came crashing down on her large pile of cookies, effectively crushing them to a non-edible level. It took the girl a moment to realize what had just happened to her, and as she looked upon the remains of the cookies a dark shadow fell across her face.

For a moment she stood there frozen, as though she had just lost a dear friend. This giant dragon-like creature had just crushed her cookies…… This was….. Unforgivable…… With a sudden explosion of force a pitch black aura surrounded the poor girl. The force of the sudden energy forced the ground under her to rupture, and sent her cloak billowing around her. Her hood had even flipped onto her head, casting more shadows upon her face.

This was a completely different girl from before, and it was clear, even if you did not know her well. With a snap of the wrist a large log of something red was in her hand. Though it did not stay like this long. The thing quickly shifted, and transformed into a giant scythe with crimson running all across it.

“I’ll…. I’ll never forgive you….. Let….. Let me…. Dissect…. you!!!!” her voice was quiet at first, but it quickly rose to a blood thirsty, and devilish roar.

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Her body crouched low as her eyes showed from the shadows under her hood. They were not the same as before now though. Her iris’ were tiny, and each was filled with the veins of rage. Her body was pumping blood all across her being. Now though came the delayed reaction of her dark aura. Those affected by it would start to see a world coated in blood. Everything would be dripping with it, even their bodies would be covered in the life-blood of all things. It was not a simple illusion. Aria’s dark aura was so powerful that it transferred her view of the world onto those around her.

That’s right. This is how she sees the world. Covered in blood, and dead. As the girl’s body lowered she laid the pole of the scythe across her shoulders, the blade aimed at the ground. The creature seemed to be suffering from some paralysis, though it was still moving some. With her highest possible speed Aria dashed under the chin of the creature, and spun, aiming the back of the scythe for the bottom of the jaw.

If this move were to connect it would have enough of the girl’s deranged force behind it to send the beast’s head into the ceiling. Following up with this move, the girl slammed a mag of her high velocity rounds into the slot in the scythe. These rounds were powerful enough to propel the girl as she rode the scythe, and so imagine the damage, or at least pain they could inflict upon this monstrosity, and cookie- killer. From her position under the monster she placed the end of the scythe on the ground to give it a stable setting, and began to fire off the rounds at the Jabberwocky’s under chin.

As fast as she could she would pull the trigger, and cock again, repeating the process until the mag was empty. This did not stop her though. She would load a second mag in, and continue the process until this mag was empty as well. She finished with a third mag, not wanting to let up on the assault of the beast. She would avenge her cookies if it was the last thing she would do. This entire assault was being played to the music of Aria’s blood curdling screams, and demented aura.

Kiss me – The Embassy : PD

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

There was a great thrill for Valmont, to see his lover becoming so assertive. A new found freedom and perhaps even comfort in his own being as he was truly accepted by Valmont for being what he was. The Ambassador’s eyes glistened as he watched Nicholas come down off the table. and walk towards him. Feeling his arms come around his neck and pull the larger male towards him. Ready for anything. Valmont released a pleasured grunt that growled up from the pit of his stomach. Nicholas didn’t have to do much at all it seemed to please the incubus. That soft voice, saying that he was glad that his search was over.

Valmont reached around and cupped Nicholas’s buttocks in his large hands, when he clamored up him and then starte to kiss him with a renewed sense of love. He did it so effortlessly, and there was no way that Valmont minded, in fact he was seriously enjoying the body contact again. He carried his lover over to the large velvet love chair and laid Nicholas’s body down. He wanted to do more than just kiss him. Oh there was so much more. He wanted to show Nicholas how to simply enjoy being loved, touched and adored. Valmont was more than experienced in this area, and started off by running his hands up and down Nicholas’s chest. It didn’t matter that he had no breasts to speak of. They were just part of the anatomy missing, but surely when Valmont’s lips brushed against his nipples, he would feel that spark. That delicious sensation that would have him crying out in lustful tones.

Valmont hovered over Nicholas, teasing each nip with his tongue, while he started to go lower. The zone where it was so very much that of a woman. It was one thing to be inside him, yes that gave him pleasure, but a whole different story when simply pleasing him as a woman should be.

Like a large wolf, he started to lap his tongue through Nicholas’s folds. His tongue so rough against the suppleness of Nicholas’s clit lips. Nicholas could also see the way his head came up and then down again and again, as his husky voice let out satisfied moans. Enjoying the taste of his lover.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It was exciting to say at least, the love and touching in this. He hadn’t expected to be carried but, he was. Keeping the kissing going as long as he could, it released once he was laid on the chair. His long white hair was in a mess and all sprawled out under him again, it was truly a site. Small jerks made Nicholas body move from the kissing, once he reached the nipple he would simply let out small soft moans. This is what you called teasing and this would indeed been his first time experiencing it, it wasn’t bad. Something inside him was edging him on to be daring but, he didn’t at the moment. Feeling his tongue working, pleasure shot through him.

” Oh Valmont, oh god. Valmont.. Hng. ” Nicholas moaned out loudly, his body slightly arching.

Moments later Nicholas hands went down and to Valmonts hair. Moments later he’d fine them in his hair, grabbing and pulling at his long locks. Feeling his body squirm a bit, he’d continue moaning out his name. It was something that would escape his lips a lot. This was a true pleasure and he was enjoying it. Seconds later his eyes would close and he bit his lip a bit, he would make sure to repay him after.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Nicholas’s taste was exquisite, but what made it even more enjoyable was how he responded to Nicholas’s attentions. The gripping of his hair and forcing him down showed just how much Nic wanted this. Feeling empowered at this stage that he could direct his lover as he pleased. The moment that Valmont feel him tense and shudder, he withdrew and licked his lips happily. Propping himself up on the couch and just stroking Nicholas’s knee as he lay there – spent.

“You are more addictive than wine, my love.” Valmont said huskily as he tipped his head back on the couch and just let all the worries in the world go for now. It was like spending time with Nicholas like this as being a good way to ease the stresses of the day, but not only that, he had found himself a new lover and one that had been right under his nose the whole time.

Thoughts turned towards Zachary for a moment, and Valmont let out a sigh. He didn’t plan on telling Zach right away. Not while this was so very new. He would always make sure that Nicholas was happy with the choices that they made together as a couple. Unified.

It was the way it should be. Valmont being very aware that coming out to him was a really huge deal. It begged the question, would this change Nicholas’s behavior? Feeling more at peace in his own skin, knowing that he was loved and accepted for what and who he is.

Glancing down at Nicholas lovingly, Valmont said. “If you want to go take a shower, I won’t stop you.” Figuring that after everything that might be a good idea. They had barely gotten back, and after their tryst in the office, Nicholas might feel more refreshed after being washed.

“I’ll wait here of course.” Said with a content smile, as he made no move to go and get dressed or change himself.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Haze and pleasure had been the two things Nicholas felt at this moment. You could say he was in a blissful state and it felt nice, feeling him move he relaxed. Slightly his head moved and chuckled at his comment, was he that good? It made him ponder as he snickered a little after.

” Do I really taste that good? ” He asked quietly.

He thought back to what happened, it was really exquisite. One thing he felt good about is that Valmont obviously loved the way he was. The only other person who had known about him was Zachary and he wondered how he’d take it with them. It should be fine for them to be open? It was a question he wondered, granted he didn’t want to give away himself so it’d be tricky. With a soft sigh he smiled as he told him to go take a shower.

” Ahn, no. I got something else in mind, you’ve pleased me, let me please you. ” Nicholas said with a smirk, what did he mean?

Sitting up Nicholas would move to crawl down towards Valmonts waist, his hand sliding against his inner thigh. His soft lips went to kiss his right nipple, sliding his tongue around and moving over to the left, doing the same. His lips stayed on each nipple for a minute, slightly sucking and nipping. After a couple he’d make his way down with kisses, kissing the bottom of his length. Slowly he’d kiss up the side, kissing the tip and then slightly licking, licking down the the opposite side. A smirk came to his lips, his hair falling around as he moved it to the side a bit. Nicholas would place his lips onto the tip and gently rolled his tongue around, sucking and taking only a little in at a time, teasing him.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont was hardly expecting that Nicholas would turn the tables on him. Already well sated from their tryst thus far, he was thinking that the young man would indeed wish to go and wash the grime from the trip off, along with the remains of their sexual encounter. However, it was Nicholas moving across to him. Crawling upon the floor as he had a delicious smirk upon his sweet lips.

” Ahn, no. I got something else in mind, you’ve pleased me, let me please you. ”

The ambassador’s eyebrow shot up at this. “Oh do share what you have on your mind, I think I might enjoy it.” Oh Valmont knew that whatever the boy thought that it was going to be good. Valmont’s lips parted as he was now salivating as he watched his young lover. The feel of his fingers skirting up his inner thigh made his blood sizzle. The impending attentions were going to drive him wild, there was no doubt. It was then his tongue met with Valmont’s nipple.

“Hnnnng…” He couldn’t even put a word together, just a sound that was like a croak if anything. “Nic…” Another breathless response, as he moved his hand to stroke Nicholas’s back gently. Not so much guiding him…no just wanting him to know he was indeed pleased. The way that he moved his lips, the light flicking of his tongue was incredible, especially from one that had not had much experience in the erotic arts. If anything he was a fast learner. Swallowing hard, Valmont arched his back and edged his hips outward as though presenting himself to Nicholas. Rock hard and eager once more. This was the moment he waited for, and his head lowered right on the mark of time when Nicholas took to his aching member with those same sweet lips. Nicholas was now…beautiful and tender. A gentleness in his touch.

“Yes….oh yes. More…please….take more.” He begged.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Nicholas had continued on his acts of teasing only just the tip, removing his mouth after a second. He was going to give him more but, why not just tease him a little more? Slowly he just simply let his tongue slide up and down, around and up over the tip. Continuing that as his hand crawled up to run over his testes, slowly circling around each ball slowly. Mere moments later he’d grab a hold of the two, squeezing and slightly tugging a bit. Maybe it wasn’t as pleasurable but, he had to test and see how his mate worked. His tongue swirling just a bit more and stopping, looking up at him.

” You look rather cute, begging like that. But I’ll give more, my.. lover.” Nicholas had said the first part in a teasing matter but, was slightly serious on the last note.

Once again he’d place his lips back to the tip, setting them there, not moving at all. Finally his head would slide down as he took in the tip fully, his lips sliding down inch by inch, taking in more and more of the hardness. About half way he’d stop and then moved his head back up, pushing it down seconds after. His head would continue on in doing bobbing motions, taking in more from the middle every time, eventually reaching the end. It felt funny at first, feeling it all in and down his throat but, it wasn’t as bad. Nicholas would close his eyes gently and continued on again, his hands still circling under the shaft.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Never before had Valmont had to beg for anything in a sexual manner. Always been the one to initiate and give pleasure as he saw fit. But to actually beg Nicholas…to spur him to do more was all too easy to do. He completely surrendered to his young lover. A light chuckle came from him when Nicholas was so bold to say that Valmont was cute when he begged.
Cute? That was a new word to describe the Ambassador. Valmont reached down with both hands. His fingers gracing Nicholas’s cheeks, only to push back to draw Nic’s hair back behind his ears. That image of how he looked with his lips just touching the very tip of Valmont’s length could not be described as cute. it was so sinfully erotic. Valmont ran his tongue across his upper lip, letting it poke at the side just a moment as his fingers continued to move through Nich’s hair until they were to meet at the back of his head. He wanted to apply light pressure as though to give him just a bit of control as he felt he needed. But Nicholas was way ahead of him, already pushing his head down freely, much to Valmont’s desire and delight. He panted hard as his jaw slackened. The subtle way that his young lover tugged on his balls as he took him deep into his mouth was almost all consuming. Valmont’s head fell back on the chair and he kneaded Nicholas’s head with his finger tips.

“Oh God….Love….yes, that’s it.” Nichoas started a rhythm that had Valmont so aroused, he couldn’t help but buck a bit on the chair. His need growing, as did the thickness within Nic’s mouth. The ambassador toyed with Nic’s hair – pulling it gently, then releasing when Nicholas took him in all the way. Loud grunts mixed with moans were now filling the room. His hands moved to Nic’s shoulders as he let them rest there and let his lover take him as he wanted. A little pre leaked from the tip, so now Nic would have a taste of his lover’s sex. At this rate there was going to be so much more to come.

~RB~

 

 

The Witches Circle – Timing is everything : PD

 

Fu:

 

Witches Circle

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Oridin Lexington : ” Elders ?…. ”

– Oridin would say in a lowering tone , his volume decreasing as he understood what that meant. They were the most powerful at their abilities , Gods of a sort in this realm basically. Channeling such arcane sources through their bodies and using it in whichever form they desire ; The thought of it made Oridin weak in his knees as a result. He was able to see the people in the vicinity freeze and then drop , something must’ve caused them all to be done in ; maybe it was from being so close to the Elder who had casted the banishment from the beginning . The Young Male Apprentice stayed quiet and watched as Esme went over to the Elder to touch her , but his attention had gotten the better of him as he jumped in place when a Man came up to him and welcome him . He didn’t know him , but he was able to tell he was most likely one of the Elders of this realm before he took off his hat and bowed in respect to the male ; as he returned to his normal posture several chunks of mana would slowly return to the area and surround him before moving to the other witches and wizards to restore vitality within their appropriate systems if possible –

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Oridin Lexington : ” It’s an honor to be here Elder , My name’s Oridin Lexington . ”

 

Dessy:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Mariela still didn’t quite know why she was asked to meet at this Witches Circle. But they had wanted her there, so as soon as dinner was done and they all got changed, they headed out. Alice stayed back at the castle, and Mariela made sure that the guards kept a very close on her. She didn’t trust the girl one bit, and she was not going to make the same mistake like she did with Lydia.

Unlike most witches who flew, Mariela walked. She always preferred it that way – plus, it was easier to do so when Scar, Tessa and her brothers were with her. Her hand was in Scar’s, before she stopped when they reached close to the Witches Circle. She looked at Scar, before pulling her hand away and turning around to look at the trio. “I still don’t know who these people are, or why they want us here. But whatever you do – do not say a word.” she spoke to the trio. “Let me do all the talking. I’m not sure how much these people can be trusted.” she said, looking forward at the path in front of them.“And I will not put any of your lives in danger.” she said, looking at Scar then. “Got it?”she said, looking back at them to see the trio nod.
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The trio nodded their heads, keeping silent. They understood. They were strangers here, and they knew Mariela didn’t want to risk anything bad happening to them. So they would keep silent until Mariela said otherwise. “Alright.” Mariela said, looking forward and taking a deep breath. She had her cloak on, and she reached behind her to pull the hood over her head, looking behind her and nodding. “Let’s go.” she then said, clasping her hands in front of her before walking forward, entering the Witches Circle where all the other witches should be waiting.

She didn’t know who these people were, or what they wanted from her or why they summoned her specifically. Or who this “Lavinia” person was that had supposedly been watching her. She led the way, with Scar close by her side and the trio coming in behind her. She knew nothing of the events that happened before she arrived. Nothing at all. But… It was time to see what they wanted….

 

 

Razorback writer:

 

The Witches Circle.

Timing, they say is everything. No sooner had the circle been rid of the Prince of Gluttony, the arrival of another heir to the Hell thrones had arrived with her entourage. Holding the hand of Scar and her fair locks covered by the dark hood, Mariela had reached the destination of her journey. Little did she know of the dramatic event that had happened just mere moments before. Elders all around were still recovering from the harnessing of their energies by Lavinia – who looked completely different from when she had first entered the hallowed circle. At her side, Esme stood. Holding her Aunt’s hand and trying to comfort, though that was the last thing Lavinia needed. The blood link between the apprentice and her Mistress was still strong however, and it was this gift, that saved Esme from harm.

Scar was getting that nasty prickling feeling on the back of his neck. Walking with Mariela, but looking at those they passed with a nervous expression. Courage seemed to have left him, in the wake of the increasing bad feelings he was getting. A low hush fell over the entire gathering, all except the Dark One – who now watched the arrival of Mariela with marked interest. He had no knowledge of the new Princess of Greed being invited, but one should never kick a gift horse in the mouth. He stood back with Marguerite, who also knew better than to speak her turn now. The floor belonged to the Supreme Elder and her apprentice. Shamus leaned over to the young mage that had appeared earlier with Esme and whispered.

“Well met, Oridin. You are in for a show, if I am not mistaken.” He gestured with a gnarled finger towards the circle, and as Lavinia cleared her throat, the gathering went to total silence.

“Welcome, Mariela and family.” Her voice was cool and she held no emotion or warmth in her facial expression. This was due to the dark spirits that had inhabited her form before she expelled Beel from the Circle. Esme glanced across as Mariela approached, and the apprentice offered a nod, before releasing her hand from that of her Mistress and Aunt.

Lavinia began to walk towards Mariela, and offered a hand to her.

“It is not everyday we meet a witch that has defeated a sitting Royal of Hell. I understand you have taken the throne of Greed for your own.”

A gasp came from the gathered throng and it was none other than Marguerite, the one that had planned for her son Raul to marry Lydia and become the Prince of Greed himself.

“She killed Lydia?” The matriarch of the Black family was shocked to see that this slip of a girl had defeated the likes of Lydia. The Dark one could see the humor in this and started a slow golf clap. “It’s like that bible story…. David and Goliath…only in heels. Ehehehehe.”

On the other side of the circle, Scar was still holding Mariela’s hand. He really didn’t like where this was going, and though he had been told to keep silent, he instead squeezed Mariela’s hand as though to try and communicate on some level that maybe this was some sort of set up.

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“SILENCE!” Lavinia ordered to the chatty ones in behind her. The Dark one lowered his head, but he could hardly hide that horrid smirk. With all now quiet, Lavinia turned her attentions back to Mariela.

“The ancients have spoken of you, child. I myself was given the task to watch over you.’ She stopped just short of Mariela and cast her gaze downward. The Queen of Witches was a lot taller than Mariela. “You have more than proved your worth, my dear. But to become an Elder, you must prove that you are above the curse of Greed. That kingdom’s sin is a very powerful one, as its former rulers have found to their peril.” Looking across at Tessa, Sam and Sean, Lavinia deduced that they were in fact family – all accept Tessa who was human and had no magical abilities at all. “I would reward you of course, on joining the circle as an Elder, by returning those to their rightful place with the help of the other Elders here.”

There was murmuring from the many witches and warlocks present, but Lavinia held up a hand.

“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?”

This was a leading question, for the answer was right under Mariela’s nose.

“People being where they should not?”

 

~RB~

[ 2nd Dungeon] : Abyssmal Core (4) – Shattered Dimensions.

The battle now intensifies with the plucky Kitsune and the crazy comic book nerd going head to head with some of Gizora’s most sinister villains.

 

Kiri:  Kasumi gave possibly the most vicious growl one could expect from her, a growl which was utterly unnerving. She didn’t sound like she could be considered anything remotely human, in fact you might have thought she was a Demonic Kitsune. She wasn’t playing with the Terakian, in fact the Jaki that began to blaze around her looked like it was as sinister if not more sinister than the aura surrounding the Terrakian. And it didn’t disappear when Kasumi slammed her palm against her face at the challenge that Grant put to the male.

With not a word, Kasumi simply reached out and aimed to grab at Grant’s collar. Should she have, she would have picked the boy up like a wolf would its pup, only to throw, yes throw, him straight clear across the pond. A scream from her to follow.

“You go ahead dumbass! He’s obviously not someone who will dance battle you! Now….. you..! You deal with me!”

The last two halves were aimed at the Terrakian, a demonic look in her eyes as her Jaki swirled around her, a bright orange of varying shades. A color that her uncle’s Jaki had been. Kasumi’s appearance changed slightly as her fangs extended and her claws did as well; the fur on her tail bristling as it lashed back and forth, her legs spreading to shoulder length as her weight shifted to the balls of her feet. Ready to fight, to kill if she had to. Hirai Hime was in her right hand as well, and she wasn’t afraid to use that weapon. Nor any of her abilities as a Kitsune. Fire Fear, but also Creation Fear. The Concept of Fear was born between the relationship of humans and Yokai. It’s what a particular person was feared for. Which is why Kasumi was dangerous for a Creation Fear user, as she also had her Fire Fear to account for. But perhaps that wouldn’t be needed.

 

Fu:  

Abyssmal Pond

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” You Bastard ! ”

– Keikai would see that one of the explorers had flown across the pond and beyond the barrier. That had automatically settled in the fact of who could progress. This would also verify the fact that Keikai had failed what he had came for. That moment was followed with a large dark fog slowly covering the area and encasing them both . He was enraged, his sclera turned black and his arms tensed . He was no push over , and he instantly closed the distance between him and Kasumi ; intentionally missing and punching the ground near she had stood ; causing it to quake and split which in turn caused chunks of earth to fly about and hit whatever it had came at . His arm was encased with a dark fog , his eyes glaring at the target whether or not it was hit by the shards . The male wasn’t playing around , nor was he intending on going easy on a woman . –

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Keikai’s Theme

” Fine. Let’s go. ”

Name : Keikai

Race : Terakian

Power : Dark Fog

Age : ? ?

Danger Level : Terakian Assassin

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Abyssmal Center Temple

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– There it was . The Center of the Maze. The Finale has arrived. The land in which the Shattered Item was located , the temple towered quite high but the item was seen hovering just at the top . Will Grant run and claim it ? There seemed to be a lurking dangerous energy nearby , but what was it ? –

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Abyssmal Pond

In her anger at the crazy comic con conventionalist’s bizarre attempts to get the shady character to duel him with a dance off, the kitsune remarkably went and did something that was exactly NOT what Keikai wanted at all. To have the young white and grey haired lad tossed like last week’s garbage across the Abyssmal pond. Grant cartwheeled in the air like a circus performer, his shady glasses slipping from his face and landing with a kersplosh in the waters of the pond. It was only when he flew right over the water, that he came to land with a few bum smacking skids on the other side. He reached the centre of the Maze.

“Ow Ow Ow Ow.” He cried for each time his bum smacked the earth. Dazed and shocked at the strength of the Kitsune, he got up to stand wobbly, and then realized exactly where he was.

“I’m here….I’M HERE!”

He looked back across the pond, but he saw that the pair were now engulfed in some dark mist making it hard for the young man to see. He brought up his hand as a visor and peered across the other side of the pond. “Kasumi!!! Just stay alive till I get back!!!” he yelled loudly, before gathering himself and turning to face the end of the maze. The quest had brought him this far, and now he was on the right path. Looking up at the magnificent temple that went up into the very errie green clouds, he wondered just what would be lurking to test him this time. Just at the very top, Grant could make out what looked to be the prize. Glowing as it sat atop the tower. Spitting on both hands, he started his climb up the all too tall stone stairs.

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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Kasumi growled deeply at the male, the Jaki that swirled around her looking like a fiery wind in itself, burning as it wove around her with a mind of its own. Jaki were the demonic auras of Yokai, which could cause corruption in humans if it was strong enough to overpower their will. Kasumi knew that, but the Jaki was the signal she wasn’t holding back. And the further changes that occurred soon after showed she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stay in her one-tail form. Instead, her tail itself began to split, forming into five different auburn tails without the splash of white at the end, now waving behind her as she growled at the man in front of her with anger in her blazing crimson eyes.

Grant’s words made her scoff, muttering to herself a simple ‘yeah right’ comment, even going as far as to say that if she died here it’d contradict what her purpose was. Of course, Kasumi was interrupted mid-thought by the man covering the distance between them and slamming his hand into the ground, causing it to erupt in all directions. Kasumi let out a grunt as she pushed off the ground, leaping from one side to the next as she dodged each piece as fast as she could, using her tails, coated in her Yoki of course, to slash apart some that were clumped together and far harder to dodge.

Jamming Hirai Hime, now shrunken back into its Tanto state, back into its sheath, she moved in a blur, difficult to follow till she finally stopped, only to blast forwards at high speed, her form completely blurring to a point that she was nearly invisible at that speed; her right arm was lifted as her claws lashed out, slicing the air just over the male’s head as her left arm came swinging up in a quick uppercut, having used the attack from her claws to try and get him to duck into the strike and send him into the air with a single attack. If it had worked, the male would have been left stunned while flying through the air, while Kasumi would’ve dashed into the air at top speed like her charge and flipped forwards, slamming her foot down onto his stomach to smash him into the ground with enough force to cause the ground to erupt and quake much like he had done only moments before with his punch.

 

Fu:  

Abyssmal Pond

Keikai vs Kasumi

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– Keikai quickly blinked closer to Kasumi as she attempted to feint him with her first attack , the Terakian punched the wrist of the Female with his fogged covered right hand ; causing it to point upwards and slightly sever the connection of the palm to the arm through the force which then was followed with his left fist towards the stomach . That hand didn’t hold any of the fog but did release a giant force if it connected which most likely would have had to due to the fact he intercepted the female’s motion while it was acting out therefore making any other reaction harder to accomplish since it would have to take a longer moment plus their distance between one another was too short. The attack that was supposed to hit his chin couldn’t connect due to his actions and therefore the fist that did connect when it had would cover that arm and make it unusable , what did the fog do to her hand ? –

” You’ve made the wrong choice in choosing me as your opponent. Let’s wrap this up Foxy.”

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Abyssmal Center Temple

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– As Grant continued to climb and grow closer ; the skies seemed to have grown darker with each second that had passed . Was this an effect of him moving ever closer ? A strange feeling would continue to grow and grow as he motioned ever closer but after he was but a few more meters away a large blast of energy would strike and hit the area not too far above from Grant which had caused it to erupt and crack and possibly make the person tumble back down. Another person appeared in the vicinity , however this person sat directly at the top of the ruins with a small coffee cup in his hand and a orb in the other. –

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” Brave Adventurer. You’ve made it all the way here with the tunes of a mysterious figure and doing it as fast as you did hmm. . I reckon it was the voice of the Shattered Item . I wonder if you recognize me without the hood . Once more your plans have been for naught, I will be taking the item . I ; Celtan , the Brain of Gizora will be taking this . ”

– What he said must’ve clearly meant that the voices Grant heard was the supposed treasure of this place . Did that also mean specifically only he could’ve acquired this item and no one else ? That may have been the case . This male didn’t seem friendly , and his body was cloaked in a dangerous aura , how would Grant prevail ? Then again with the power of the Item many things are possible , and somehow Grant has had an extremely lucky streak as of late and it seemed as if the Dark Illusionary Beast from earlier may have hinted that those swords of his may have been the key to prevailing . Seeing as to how swords are usually meant for battling , maybe this was its chosen time. But more importantly , it was Grant’s time to shine.-

Objective : Do whatever it is in your power to get past Celtan through whatever means necessary and obtain the Shattered Item !

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Abyssmal Center Temple

Higher and higher he climbed with the air thinning of oxygen but being replaced by something else entirely. A darkness – like the very clouds were charged with some deadly force. This was no mere catch and grab like in an Indiana Jones movie. The prize awaited him at the top, but nothing was meant to be this easy. Up till now, Grant had a run of luck that was simply too good to be true. His choices, though sometimes not entirely wise had gotten him this far. He did have the help of the kitsune, who was now battling it out with that nasty chap across the pond, but Grant was about to find himself facing the one that was there at the start of the journey. Minus the cape this time, minus the hood. He was sitting – waiting with a cup of coffee in one hand and an orb in the other. How long had he been here, and how was he able to reach the height of the tower, considering that he couldn’t possibly be human. He called Grant a brave adventurer. Brave? Not totally, more like he had a lot of luck. Making it to the top on the words of the riddler, the words that guided him through. Those words were said to be sung by the very item itself. Calling directly to the one that was destined to claim it. Grant.

“I wonder if you recognize me without the hood.”

“Yes…you were the guy at the beginning.” Grant was not totally stupid.

“Once more your plans have been for naught, I will be taking the item.” He what? After all this, he wanted it? Some bloke called Celtan who was the brain of Gizora. So, was this a demon? A warlock? He didn’t look like anything fancy, just a bloke having coffee on the temple mount. Grant’s chest puffed out as he reached behind him and withdrew his swords, the same ones that had been given to him by the Queen, the same ones he was willing to throw away when in the mouth of the beast. It was his moment. Human, maybe – but the true fighter beneath was about to have his moment.

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Swinging both blades like rotors he then twisted his body so that his right arm slashing across the front of his body with the blade whistling through the air, the blade in his left arm was brought back and up. A flick of wrist and his body reversed the slash back in the opposite direction, followed by a downward slash from his left. One to strike the coffee cup right out of his hand, if the right hand slice hit the orb.

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

Kasumi snarled at the male who blocked her feint, which was annoying at this point now, she could feel that her entire arm was dead on the moment he hit her. Shit. Not good, plus she was off-balance because of him blocking her like that, making it harder to defend against his current attack. At least, that’s how it normally would be. Her eyes were hidden for a moment just before a grin spread over her face in an instant, only moments before several swords, all interlocked with each other, erupted from the ground and slammed between her and the male’s fist just in time. Sure, the attack ripped the weapons apart and sent her sliding back from the force of it, but it still saved her…. barely.

“Close one that… heh. I can’t hold back for this, therefore… Daisuke Family Art: Flaming Persona!”

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Kasumi’s entire body was immediately engulfed by a massive eruption of flames that swirled around her, creating a powerful shockwave as it blazed brighter and hotter than almost anything most people would have felt. That inferno itself quickly dissipated, but left standing was Kasumi with three flames blazing circles around in the form of Kamaitachi. This was her Flaming Persona, which also meant she was a hell of a lot faster. Kasumi’s left hand clapped itself onto her right, bracing herself as she blasted her White Lightning right into her nervous system, causing her cells to go berserk as they began trying to fix her arm. She gave a wince as she released her right arm, but lashed her left arm at the male, sending a flame condensed into a high-energy and density form, causing it to blast after him in a crescent shape.

“Razorflame!”

Much similar to how a technique called Razor Wind worked, Razorflame was a technique in which Kasumi condensed her flame into a hyper-density and high-energy state, firing it at the target. The flame itself, because of its now hyper-density and high-energy form, would have sliced through the male like a knife through butter the moment it touched him. Easily. That was the damage of this technique.

 

 

 

 

Checkmate.

The final act, continued from Predator or Prey.  As we have learnt, the cards never lie, and so the two are now destined to share the same fate.

Co-written with SA.

 

RB:  -Feeling Sophia loosen her grip upon him, Nick actually started to smile.  He had uncovered her for what she was.  Figured out the truth behind the mask, and that this whole thing was directed at procuring him to be her meal.  It was not that she lusted him – no, she fed from the lust that he had felt for her.  Nick, fed on others via drinking their blood, their life force.  Sophia, on the other hand fed upon his sins.  Now that he had caught the act, right before the curtain was about to fall, she was more than annoyed, she was clearly irritated.  Going as far to push herself off the timber door that she had been leaning against since he entered her inner sanctum.  Sophia never wanted an easy meal, and that was what Nick was about to become.  Hearing the coolness in her voice now, Nick focused his attentions on her.  What she had to say now, was truly a moment of great importance between them.  The gloves were off.  She continued to display that arrogant sense of dominance, that she had done so from the beginning.  The smile never leaving her face, though it could be said to be a cruel one at that.  Watching her now prowling over towards the bed, she tossed freely that neither of them wanted an easy meal.  Both loved the thrill of the challenge, the desire to be the one on top at the end of the game.  Both seasoned hunters, and now they were practically matched.  Everything she said, from the fact that he knew what he wanted from the outset, only made Nick feel all more empowered.   A man that knew what he wanted, but was prepared to go the long, hard route to get it.  “Touche’.”  Nick made a sweeping bow before her.  Ever the gentleman, even after he had gone as far to taste her delicious nectar.   Watching her now sit upon the bed and pat it gingerly brought a small chuckle from the vampire.  He started to slowly stroll towards her, his hands pressing together with the index fingers pointed together just under his chin.  “I have to admire you for your tenacity.”  Nick’s tongue was now prominently balling the inside of his right cheek after speaking so boldly.   “But you’re right about one thing…”  He placed both palms flat down on the bed, either side of her hips.  “I did seek you out, well before this day.”  His voice having a sharp rumble to it as his eyes were drilling into hers.   “The cards never lie.” –

~RB~

 

SA: Two Predators now stood face to face in a beautiful game of Chess, meeting each other in the most frightful coincidence one might make up. A game of Destiny, in which they both sought Victory, dominance over the other, a game in which each small, little move was thoroughly calculated, each motion, each tiny detail took into consideration. Tables turned now as the cards were all flipped face up with no escape in sight, for either of them. He made that clear for her the moment he approached, the moment his arms slithered and extended out, each hand placing itself at her sides only to lock her in, making sure there was no way out for the little Wraith. Not anymore. This man was no easy meal, but neither was she. ‘The cards never lie’ – Indeed. The cards never lied to him and neither did the woman – She was incapable of grasping the concept of a lie, altogether. From the beginning until this very second, she was nothing but honest with him, even if honesty entailed the cold hearted truth, even if it meant being blunt about having him for Dinner tonight. But soon, she realized this man would be as much of a challenge as she, herself was – Which brought a Cheshire like grin to make its way over those plump, scarlet lips once more. Oh… Those lips. How they aimed to tease him, entice him more and more as they kept the little gap between them, partly opened. How her body moved, the moment he thought he locked her in – Truthfully, there was no way out of the bed, but there was a way to slither more into it – Which is what she did. Slowly, her body crawled backwards, pushing herself along the bed to eventually have her legs on the soft sheets, as well as her upper body; All the while, her hands found their way trailing along his form once more, until they traced the lines of his hipbones so softly caressing along the thin layer of flesh before they ~gripped~ at the edge of his pants, fingers slithering beneath the belt to tug at it, instantly pulling his form more into her. “Then let me give you what you seek.” As she spoke, one of her hands moved up while the other remained tugging at his belt, following the line of leather until reaching the buckle. Her free one ran upwards, along his arm until reaching the shoulder and the side of his cheek. So gently caressing him, in a way that would almost appear loving, caring. Tender. Fingers laced through his raven strands, pushing his head closer and closer while her head craned and arched backwards. Soon, he’d be resting his head at the top of her chest. Soon, he’d be able to take in her scent once again, fully. Soon, he’d feed.

 

RB: – The masks that the pair had worn into the game, now lay in waste upon the floor.  True to their natures, each continued to keep pace with the other as the final act was now in play.  Oh but the crowd would be on the edge of their seats in sweet anticipation for how this would end.  One cannot deny what they were, and Nick had placed his best foot forward – keeping the creature within him penned.  But now it no longer mattered.  What the hunter found, was the prize that he sought.  Nick’s eyes gazed down again to those same ripe lips that had haunted him from the very outset of their dance.  The way that they parted;  and beckoned him to come even closer.  The richness that lay in behind them .  As he watched her face, Sophia’s hands were quickly at work.  Skilled and weaving her fingers so that the belt would become loose, and allow the pants to slip to the floor, once she had drawn him further up the bed.  Nick kicked them off and crawled up so that he was now hovering over her.  Nick as he was in his true form.  The sleek yet muscular predator atop of the greatest prize.  He was finally to be rewarded for his efforts, and with her scent luring him in he would feed.  Oh yes.  His lips just brushed those plump lips of hers.  His tongue winding out and licking just shy of the wetness inside.  Nick rolled his shoulders as he now took a dominant position.  His sexuality fusing in with his growing hunger.  The pent up feeling now unleashed as the monster came to the fore.  No more games….no more chess moves.  CHECK MATE!  Nick bit down upon her neck, while at the same time, he entered her – pinning her to the bed.  His lust was ripe and ready for the taking, as he began to feed of her….and she was to feed on him. –

~RB~

 

SA:  Checkmate. It all seemed to go down in that very moment, the moment when the feeding truly began – No more games, no more tricks, no more hiding behind the veiled curtain. The Predators were at loose, naked, stripped of both their clothes and ever so subtle hiding tricks, only to drown in each other. And he was the first to do it. She pulled him in, all the while he came closer, all the while her arms would latch under his shoulders to drag him to her, once his pants were loose and kicked to the side, taking in the sight of ~him~, fully stripped. To be naked in front of somebody went beyond the material presence of fabric upon one’s body – To be naked truly meant to stand in front of the other bare, with just your instincts to guide you. Instinct, that beastly feature which made everything collides in That. Very. Moment. Instinct, which made this man approach the Wraith so much that he would soon find himself pushed through her tight fitting walls, stretching to accommodate to his length only to contract against it once fully in. Instinct which made his mouth search for his prize, his reward for such a great effort as to unmask and strip her of both clothes and pride – Canines sunk under the thin layer of alabaster skin, piercing through it like through a piece of fabric only to tear it around them. And that’s when it happened – The sound. A sound most would mistake for pleasure – A gasped, loud breath, a moan as her neck was fully arched to allow his head the perfect fit to her carotid artery as he’d feed, a moan as he penetrated her. Her arms instantly tightened their grip around his form, latching and coiling around his shoulders to drag fingernails along the top of his back. All the while, he felt her ~blood~ soon gushing out into his open maw, so abnormal, so unique – Pitch black and burning hot, like molten lava, thick and rich. Bittersweet aroma filling his nostrils as the dark stains would soon cover his lips, trailing down her chest. It burned. It seared. And it was what she wanted – She wanted him. To burn with her.

 

RB: –  Sophia was unique, exquisite and worth the fight.  Every inch of the Vampire felt like he was on fire.  Raging – and now beyond saving.  The way that she made that sound, the low moan that was unlike anything he had heard before spurred him on like a well oiled machine.  Her tightening walls pressing all around his throbbing shaft, that delving deep within her with each powered thrust.  The blood….unlike anything he had ever experienced.  His own eyes flashed the colour of fire, as he took mouthful after mouthful.  It was burning, searing his insides and to any lesser creature, they would recoil in horror and shock.  Not Nick.  The more he fed from her the more he wanted.  Feeling her latching onto his shoulders – drawing her nails into his back, had him shiver with further sexual excitement.  Large and powerful over her diminutive frame, Nick bucked and forced the wraith deep into the mattress.  The bed groaning and protesting beneath them.  The vampire soon took his fill, licking the wounds that he had made with his dog teeth, his chin dripping with black blood.  Now he raised his head enough that he could see the expression on her face.  He had never wanted a woman now as much as her.  Those lips…he wanted them so badly.  Nick was still rolling his hips, and taking her hard as he could, but to seal this with a kiss would bring them both to the climax.  His lips were now crushing hers with a severity that was shocking. Fueled by her black blood.  She was now inside of him, and he…was inside of her.  It was her turn to feed upon him.-

~RB~

 

SA:  Each powerful, hard thrust of his was met with her hips following his, pushing closer and closer each time his moved away. Wanting, longing more and more of him. Her slender figure writhed under his massive figure, lust filling her – His lust, only bringing her a certain pleasure, yet so different from the usual meaning of it all. She held onto him as if holding for dear life, nails drawing blood along his back, pressing their bodies together, torsos rubbing against each other – feather-like skin against his hard, marble chest – as her legs soon trailed their way upwards to coil around his hips and waist; Sophia was locking him in so there’d surely be no escape left for him to take as her moans became more frequent now – loud, deep rumbled noises rolling along the column of her throat each time he bucked her hips more and more into her. She was feeding, the moment it all started, the moment he did. And now, they were burning together and enjoying every last second of the burn. Her tongue slowly slithered out, licking the trails of blood off his and his chin, carefully cleaning him before those scarlet plump petals pressed against his lips in a deep, burning kiss. Her lips, just like her blood, a kiss that could melt trough the flesh, only intensifying the burn. She fed on his lust, with each thrust inside of her, pushing through and stretching those tight walls only to bring out small, muffled screams from her, right into his mouth. Burning together in passion.

 

 

RB:  Nick was lost.  Drowning in the sea of pleasure and rocking upon the waves that came crashing down with every time that he thrust his hips forward, then drew himself back out again.  The harder that he took her, the more he wanted.  He was now addicted to the woman.  Everything about her had him caught up in this moment.  From the softness of her breasts, forced hard against his chest – to the way that she coiled her legs around him to hold him firmly in place so that she might never let him go.  They were now performing a carnal ritual as old as time itself.  Though the feeding of each other brought with it its own rewards, this awakening of desire that was beyond just lust was all new to Nick.  The fire of her blood raged through his veins.  Empowering him to take her to further heights of delirium.  Her body releasing the pent up delicious moans, that were music to his ears.  He wanted to be the only one, to hear this siren’s song.  As she did not want to let him go, he didn’t want to stop.  Everything around them was on fire in his mind.  Getting so close to the peak of fulfilment.  How could it be, that the harder her forced himself into her, the tighter she became.  Nick’s eyes rolled back as he practically lost his mind.  Feeling her lick his lips made him groan and growl all at the same time.  As much as he was hers, she was now his.  Nick growled and broke the kiss, his face right in hers.  His breath pouring over her.  “Mine!” He roared, going into the final thrusts that could tear any normal woman apart.  Nick started to stiffen, as he reached it…the peak…and then he cried out her name in triumph as he started to fill her waiting womb.-

 

~RB~

 

SA:  It was all a blur – Everything around them started to collide, as the walls started to ruin themselves into nothingness, slowly but surely, the illusion starting to shake as the Wraith herself was reaching her climax, her grasp over the bending of reality becoming harder and harder to maintain. It was then, when she moaned out once more, loud and even a little more high pitched than her usual deep rumbles as if she reached her own pleasure. It was something so interesting to hear – her, moaning almost like a regular woman being taken by a man. Which, in appearance, was what this was. Each thrust managed to make her body shake and writhe under his as her arms went up to coil around his neck now, pulling him as close to her as she could, refusing to let any inch between them. He was hers and she? He made sure to let her know – Forehead to forehead, she heard the deep, beastly roar of possessiveness over her, that loud moaned groan he let out. ‘Mine’. That was new – Somebody was utterly ~claiming~ her while reaching her climax – It was enough to drive her over the edge of her own pleasure, enough to make those arms clasp and tighten around him, enough to make those walls contract around his large shaft as her head jolted upwards to press their lips together into one last kiss. Burning hot, scolding against his flesh as the walls around them started to shake as the earth beneath them roared. The illusion, starting to shatter as they both reached their climax, as those last powerful thrusts managed to bring her pleasure out, finishing the feeding session, for both. With a whispered gasp, right against his lips, she mused out softly, almost in an exhausted sigh. “Mine.”

 

RB: – To feel her reach her climax was in itself a greater gift than that of her blood.  Watching her face ignite as the pleasure gave them both what they so sorely needed.  Sophia’s hunger was to be sated, but not only that.  Nick claimed her as his.  And surprisingly, she claimed him right back.  The final kiss that sealed this new found togetherness was sizzling white hot.  Their bodies brought together as though they were meant to be united.  They were both prey and predator alike.  Worthy of each other’s lust and blood.  Feeling the pulsating waves of her inner walls pressing hard and milking him dry, the Vampire quaked and shook, much like the whole room had.  They were filled from each other.  Blood and semen soaking the sheets beneath them.  A hot wet mess.  Bodies slick and stuck to each other.  Fused by their new found love – if one could call it that.  Propping himself up on one arm, he curled his fingers to caress her cheek, and take in a lock of her hair.  If this was what it took to feed her, than she would never go hungry again.  To Nick, she was his.  From this moment on, he would be her protector, her dominant lover and her source of food.  What he had put her through, had exhausted her.  Nick rolled off her and then scooped her into his arms, so he may lay her head upon his chest.  Stroking her back as though he was strumming a guitar.  Nick had been her dinner…just as had been promised, and yet he never had felt so alive.  He kissed the top of her head, over and over.  Whispering her name as though it was now sacred to him.-

~RB~

 

SA:  The room began to be demolished, all around them. The pillars supporting the walls beginning to crash down as the floor began to sink within the earth. All the while, the two remained in bed as if it all were normal to them, or too exhausted to notice that they were caught in a landslide. Everything began to tremble in an earthquake which shook the floor beneath them and yet, they were in each other’s arms. Sophia complied to his motion of dragging her to flip her around, having those snow white tresses create a mess around his chest as she rested her head on his flesh. One single breath was taken by her, a small inhalation which to her, was more than enough to recover, slithering one arm upwards to coil around his neck as slender digits ran soft fingertips to follow the line of his chest. Soon, she hovered on top of him, hips on hips leaning down to let those white tresses cascade over her features to his, as if imprisoning him from viewing anything else but her. There was a wide, pleased grin on those scarlet lips, followed by a playful giggle, as if mocking him ever so slightly in irony, before it all went dark – Those dark tendrils he noticed the first time they met now coiled around their bed, enslaving them in complete, utter darkness, leaving nothing to normal view. A snap was heard – as if somebody snapping their fingers, or switching the lights back on as Nick would wake up back in his chambers, back in the Queendom. There was no trace of the room in ruins, or the woods surrounding it – There was no trace of ~her~ whatsoever, but a lost Tarot card on the table next to him. His card, the only trace of their encounter. Strength.

 

RB:  –  Was it all a dream?  Nick opened his eyes as the trail of her laughter faded away and the sound that replaced it was the light dripping sound of water from an old pipe.  Groaning, Nick pushed himself up to sitting and looked down to see that he was dressed.  That same tux that he had put on at the start of the evening.  Glancing about him he recognised the room.  It was his chambers in the Blood Rose kingdom.  Reaching up, Nick raked his fingers through his hair as he looked around confused by it all.  He had just spent the night of his unlife with a woman that ensnared him in more ways than one.  But now he was starting to question if that was all a dream.  His fingers moved upon the bedding to come across a tarot card.  Looking down, he recognised it.  It was the same card that she had given him at the end of the reading.  ‘Strength.’   He took up the card and then looked around him.  “Sophia?”  Calling out her name, in the hopes that it hadn’t been a dream.  He wanted it to be real.  Only silence met his call.  Pushing himself off the bed, he went to the chamber door and unlocked it.  He pushed the door open and looked out into the corridor.  No sign of anyone.  The place was practically deserted of life.  ~I’ve got to find her.~ He thought to himself.  He felt this connection as though she was inside of him.  Pulling imaginary strings.  The voice, that sweet voice kept repeating….”Mine.”  (Fade out) –

~RB~

Dancing with Death – SS.

 

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

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

Moo:  

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

 ~The Chamber of the Spider~

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

~The Grand Ballroom~

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

 

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

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

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

 

~RB~

 

 

Wild abandon – GS.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Well that certainly did the trick. Elissa had been hoping she’d goad him into something, though perhaps she hadn’t been ready for how eagerly he went into it. Heck, she thought that he was just a guy who went with the flow of whatever the girl was like, playing sub if she was dom, and dom if she was sub. Instead, however, she got far more than she’d bargained for, and she was more than happy for it.

Surprisingly, she didn’t fall over when he shot up, though she was very visibly surprised… and distracted for when he went for her legs. That got her over right away, landing with a bounce onto her back, yet surprisingly even to herself she found herself letting out a laugh at that. And then she beheld her position, and almost immediately she saw just how this was going to go. He had her damn well, smack on her back with her legs held rather conveniently open, stuck leaning her head up to look up at him as he stood over her, that triumphant grin telling her all that she needed to know. He was more than comfortable in the dominant position, and for the first time in a very long time she found herself bottoming out. Heh, well, so much for the tender cuddling; this was going to be interesting.

To his somewhat unnecessary words, she ‘purred’ and gave an eager grin and a thumbs up. Someone ring the bell, damn it. As he leaned forward and began nibbling at her nipple, she promptly let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her good hand going up to his shoulders just to have something to hold onto, and the other reaching down to toy with herself to make sure to get fully back into the mood. Ah… that feeling of his mouth sent shivers down her spine; she never knew what it was about that kind of touch, but it always got her going something fierce. God, he knew how to do this work; this better become a regular thing for them.

 

Razorbackwriter:  God, that purr of hers. It was dead sexy and was like waving a red flag at a bull. The thumbs up was a bit cheesy, but at this point Tommy simply didn’t care. He’d been given the green light, so to speak. Not that he needed it, Tommy was intent to show Elissa that he had it, when he felt like it. His head lifted from her bosom, but his teeth were attached to her nipple – pulling it taut till he finally let it go. That was sure to give her more than a tingle. A little pain hurt no one. With his arms hooked around her legs, he yanked her hard so that she was pressed up to his waiting member, that was once again engorged and throbbing. Elissa had already started to tease herself with her fingers, to help speed things along, but he wasn’t going to wait.

Straightening himself up, he lined up the head and then in one powered thrust, he forced himself within her with a loud grunt. No more growls – this was going to get pretty hot and heavy. Watching her body slide forward as he took her in earnest, he drew out slightly, before powering in three rapid hip thrusts that were like pistons firing up inside an engine. To get even closer in, he took her right leg and threw it over his shoulder gaining him even closer range. Her ass rising slightly off the bed as he reached for her shoulder and then started to rock his hips back and forth at a furious pace. Every thrust brought from him a labored grunt. His chest swelling and falling.

Tommy only lowered his head to enjoy the spectacle of watching her take it. Her bosoms like small jello molds – jiggling up and back in time to his rhythmic action. He could feel her inner walls clench and tighten around his growing length as he strived to fill her to the brim till she screamed his name.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Well, Elissa was practically asking for him to treat her rough, and that was exactly what she got. The feeling of her nipple getting pulled made her gasp in excitement, ignoring the pain and instead focusing on the electric feeling that shot through her. As he yanked her up to his head, she couldn’t help but feel a tremble of anticipation going through her, looking at his member expectantly then back up at him as she waited for him to get going, propping herself up on her arms in anticipation. And boy did he not wait, immediately making her gasp quickly with each thrust and tilt her head back, her back arching against the sudden rapid-fire pumps. Even before he got moving in earnest she felt herself tightening at the feeling, her fingers clenching at the bedsheets in preparation.

Of course, then that preparation was thrown off as he suddenly took her leg and put it over her shoulder, leaving her spread nice and wide for him as he prepared to get as far in as he could manage. Reaching up with her left hand, she pulled her left leg back as far as she could manage and still remain stable in this strange position, while her now helpless right hand tried to keep her nicely propped up, helping her backside to remain airborne. And then he began, and almost immediately she found herself feeling oddly overwhelmed by the ferocious pace. She did all she could to work with him, pulling on him with the leg he had over his shoulder with every thrust and move her own body to help a gyration, but that was all she could manage. Her mouth was left open as she was tossed about on her own bed like a ragdoll (or so it felt to her), her back arched and chest jiggling aggressively as Tommy continued his masterful work.

However, she refused to just let herself climax quickly, she wanted him to work for it, and she had pretty good self-control, though it was damn obvious from the raspy high-pitched growls escaping her that she was pretty damn pleasured; heck those were probably the closest she came to screaming. Her fingers dug into her sheets and leg, respectively, and she looked at him, biting her lip hard, trying very hard to look like she was resisting his attempts to get her to finish before him, not very well obviously. Eventually she would jolt, not in finish but just as he struck into her in a particular way, and she would seem to briefly fight him, reflexively (and shockingly successfully) croaking, “Tommy!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  You could see the redness of Tommy’s teeth marks on the dark circle of her areola. Her breasts shaking back and forth violently, as Tommy gave no quarter. This was their second time within an hour and he knew it was going to take a bit to get her worked up to experiencing a screaming orgasm. Beads of sweat were forming upon Tommy’s torso and forehead – a single droplet rolling down the line of his cheek bone as he clenched his jaw and snorted hard through his nostrils. She dared him to give no quarter and he rose valiantly to the challenge. The bed protested and groaned with the force of the two lovers. Tommy’s eyes roamed over Elissa, who was now clutching at the bed sheets for support, but they would soon give way to tearing if Tommy had any say in it. With his hand firmly clasped to her thigh as he used it to gain full access he could only sneer as Elissa let out a strangled version of his name. Almost croaking as he found her pleasure spot.

At her cry, Tommy pulled out from her and did something totally unexpected. He snatched up the tie that had been discarded earlier and draped it around his neck. Tommy then used his grip on her leg to flip her over onto her stomach. Again being very much in charge.

“Relax….” He chortled, whilst taking the tie and reaching forward to wrap it around her neck. Tommy would then pull back enough that she could only lift her head back or find her breathing to become difficult. Slamming down his palm at her side, he then started to rub his length teasingly along the crack of her ass, her back having to give and arch as he had hold of her neck via the tie. This was extreme, but the shock should be enough to awaken the tiger within her.

His thickened member was already lubed from her own juices and made it all too easy to tease her with. Biting her shoulder (the good one), he whispered.

:”How about letting me in the back door?”

~RB~

 

VunG:  Sweat seemed to be pouring off of Elissa, her skin slick and beads rolling off her forehead heavily. Her cheeks were flushed red, her throat raw as a butcher’s shop, she could practically feel herself dripping, and she was pretty certain that her sheets weren’t going to survive the morning. And that was exactly how she wanted it. Of course, imagine her [very brief] displeasure when after getting her special spot struck Tommy, rather than continue pushing for that, pulled himself out. Of course, before she could even make any sign of displeasure, she noticed him reaching for something and realized that he had something in mind. Before she could get a good look at whatever he had snatched up she found herself bodily flipped over, and that sense of disappointment evaporated at the manhandling, eager to see what he had in mind.

She actually resisted the feel of the tie a little bit, in spite of his words, though not with any conviction since she figured there was a reason he was doing that; it just felt strange. However, at the pressure, she obediently tilted her head back, laying on her stomach and gripping the sheets and bending her legs out to grant him plenty of access. As he felt his member touch against her backside, she arched even without the encouragement of the tie, another excited gasp escaping her as she realized what he was planning to do. This wasn’t actually something she’d bothered to try, no particular reason it just never occurred to her; but hell if the rest of this was anything to go then this was going to be quite the experience. Hell, between her own juices and the way that his member felt slick against her backside she suspected that it would be easier going in than most times, but regardless she knew that her sheets were getting shredded.

As she felt him bite her shoulder, she let out another heady purr, arching into his touch, not caring at all about whatever marks she might have after this. To his question, she let out another purr and pressed her backside against him encouragingly, eyes turning as much towards his as she could and gave him a look so longing you would think she was being starved. While she couldn’t do so, if she had her voice she would have growled, ‘Yes! Whichever door! Just get back to it!’ She was still swimming from his actions before as well as from some strange semi-masochistic excitement, and she had no intention of letting her engines spool down.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy casually licked the bite mark upon Eliss’a shoulder – his tongue making small circles, knowing full well that she was now aching to have him take her once more. The pleasured purrs had a distinct sound to it. From a solid base and rising in pitch. Oh she wanted it bad. Having pulled out at the right time, in his view; he was staving off the inevitable. Tommy’s hot breath blew upon the wetness of the spot where his tongue had been – all the while he was pulling a little more on the tie. Giving a commanding hold over her. She wanted it rough? That was exactly how it was to be. No more soft and gently, this girl liked it hard and nasty. In fact, the view of her face as she turned to growl at him again was for him to get on with it. Do it! Do it now! Elissa pushed back with those sweet cheeks of hers – urging, encouraging him to use her and well.

“You want me? Don’t you?” Tommy’s voice had a down right husky edge as he pushed himself up to get right in behind her. Her round buttocks propped up for him – a right cat on heat. He could see the glistening of her lower sex and he gave that a slight rub with two fingers to tease her more. All the while his throbbing length tapped her left ass cheek. Tommy spanked that ass cheek and hard. Reinforcing his intent. The tie wound around his hand like a reign and he gave that a sharp tug. Tommy was going to ride this bitch till she couldn’t take anymore.

Lining up the shining head with his free hand, he placed it to the puckered opening and gave a little push – just enough to let her know he was ready. Tommy was rocking his hips slightly. Teasing that head to her opening. Such a sweet sight – her body glistening and arching all for him. Then he eased in just an inch, enough to make her yelp for sure. It was so fucking tight, that Tommy threw his head back and gasped. His right hand clasped her hip and he started to burrow in deeper…and deeper. The further he went, the pain was unbelievable. So TIGHT!. Even with the lubrication of her own juices, he could feel her inner walls resisting.

“Come on baby. push back” He growled, as he was now practically touching her ass with his thighs.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Agh! The damn teasing was nearly unbearable. Every tiny twitch of his body sent tingles across her skin, and every yank of the tie made her heart pound furiously in her ears. Even this short period of time showed just how much he enjoyed teasing her, to the point that she felt as if she might attempt to fight back just to get him back in. Yeah, she felt like a cat in heat alright, but to be fair he’d been the one to start the fire; no sense putting water on it. At his words, she felt a shiver, unable to confirm in any other way than a further purr. She propped herself up on her arms a bit, just so she would be able to stay stable. The feeling of his fingers’ intrusion earned more sounds from her, and at the spanking she just shoved her backside up against him again, submitting eagerly to the commanding force of the tie. She needed to be ridden, not now but right now! She needed to be taken as hard as he could manage and until they both collapsed.

As he prepared to enter, she braced herself fully, arching gladly and rolling her shoulders in preparation, almost resting into the grasp of the tie and finding strange comfort in it at the alien touch of his slick member near her tight hole. Oh how his body was tantalizing her; she might not be able to see his, but what she felt told all she needed. And then… penetration: almost immediately her entire body arched ferociously against it and she inhaled incredibly sharply. She’d heard how it was more than a bit painful for those new to it (and even those used to it), but jeeze this was almost like she was getting shot in the ass! Yet, it wasn’t quite unpleasant; there was still pleasure there, perhaps amplified by the pain, and her entire body seemed to be tingling at this strange and wonderfully tight experience! She could tell from his own sounds that it was just as hard for him, and as she felt his member forcing into her taut walls she knew that this would be a team effort, even with her juices helping the lubrication. At his urging, she gladly obeyed. Fingers digging into the fabric, she let out a strangely quiet, strangled roar and slammed buttocks ferociously at him, burying him in to the hilt. Immediately she gasped at the feeling, the sound of fabric ripping heard as she forced herself to remain upright despite the blended pain and pleasure.

For a moment she seemed to be gasping for breath, remaining in his tie’s grasp as their skin touched and he remained in her. Then, before he could even begin acting, she forcibly leaned forward into his reigns as far as she could go while arching her back and leaning her head back before slamming hard back onto him, letting out another cry as she felt her entire body tremble and her lower lips slightly dripping at the forced widening of her walls.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The beauty of that back as it arched and showed off the curve of her spine. Elissa was indeed a creature to be tamed and Tommy would do so right in that bed. The feelings were swirling through Tommy’s mind. The aching need to be complete with her – filling her as far as he could possibly go. The hand slap he had given her had left a red welt upon her skin, but it did the trick and had her submit. Gladly surrendering her inhibitions right then and there. The force though with which she pushed back showed an eagerness. She wanted him as much as he her….and was prepared to push herself past the boundary of pain. Those soft cheeks were set to take a pounding, that was for sure. The sudden tearing of the sheets meant that she had gripped the cotton way too hard. Be it the searing pain of his thick member opening her up inside, that had done it. The pain. It was exquisite. Words could barely describe the feeling. Almost like a vice as her walls tensed and gave no quarter. Elissa would need to relax, but at the moment she was as taut as a barbed wire fence, and just as dangerous. As they appeared almost locked together – fused, the pair both panted hard and fast. It was like each was gaining more from this action than either had imagined possible.

With a surprised expression, Tommy watched as Elissa drew her body forward – her neck being pulled tight by the tie as she readied to slam back so he would be forced to drill into her. God, was she real? The feeling as his slick member slid out was indescribable. Then she pushed back so hard it near took his breath away. Elissa was giving it her all – pushing past the pain as the pleasure erupted between them. Spurned by her actions, Tommy’s fingers dug into her flesh and he then started the rhythm that would be the catalyst for their wild lovemaking. Tommy almost let out a roar as he simply let himself go. Gripping that hip and pulling it back and then pushing it forward relentlessly.

Tommy kept a tight reign on her with the tie and now the pair were in perfect sync. The bed creaking and moaning, the bed springs squealing as the pair humped madly. Tommy riding her like no other man had. He was being driven onward by an aching need – a swelling that was set to burst inside of her at the rate they were going. How her body could take such treatment was beyond imagination.

“God, you’re so good!” Tommy blurted in between gasps of breath. These being ragged and intense. After a few good thrusts he pulled right out and then hoisted her hip up higher as he set to take her lower once more. To find that spot and bring her home.

She was incredibly slick…the bed sheets drenched and torn. No doubt she would need to get new ones.

~RB~

 

VunG:  This was utter and complete madness. This was probably the most painful sexual encounter she’d ever put herself through, bar none… and it was oh so good. Tommy was driving her absolutely insane, everything he was doing was spurring her on like some furious horse, and she was barely able to keep her breath up as they went. The feel of his fingers only encouraged her, the red marks that they would leave forgotten as she obeyed the unspoken command of his touch, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Every thrust made her arch her back and her arms shake, but she didn’t stop, remaining in sync with him as he rode her, her bed making the soundtrack to their furious lovemaking. She could feel herself wanting to climax yet unable to for some reason, his member throbbing within her as it went; oh this was exactly what she needed.

She was unable to respond to his words, indeed she could barely think other than to be encouraged by him, redoubling her efforts afterwards. Then, to her surprise she felt him pull out, her backside aching at the treatment and her body aching for more, to be finished properly. Of course, she knew what he was up to the moment she felt her hips moving upwards, and the moment she felt his member even prod into her she slammed herself back on him with all the force she could muster, a raspy, wispy howl escaping her as she did so. GOD that felt good! She was so sensitive now and her adrenaline pounding so hard that she would probably be ready to go at full power no matter how hard he pushed her. Come on! You’re on the home stretch! Bring it home! She could already feel the first hints of that familiar tingling in her, she needed to feel that member of his strike that spot of hers as hard and as often as he could manage! Don’t hold back, just pound away and use her until he couldn’t any more!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Beauty. That was the only way to describe the look on Elissa’s face. She was blossoming under the onslaught of Tommy’s brutal love making. Harder and harder he rode her, with the end clearly in sight. They were moving together in total sync, but the bed – it was crying out in protest as it wasn’t made for such antics. Would he finish her in time before breaking the bed? Any thoughts of that were extinguished as Tommy girth was now at a point where he could feel the ache in his balls. Tommy let out another series of grunts that were in time with his furious hip thrusts. Faster….faster. It was like a sexual marathon race and both were about to cross the finish line. He angled himself to thrust up and this was sure to set off her special spot deep within. Tommy wanted to feel her cum. He wanted to ejaculate right as she was in the throes of an earth shattering orgasm. Just a few more……

The last three thrusts would have Tommy start to stiffen, becoming almost rigid as the swelling reached a crescendo. Tommy threw his head back and cried out Elissa’s name. It was guttural and an almost strangled sound as he fought for breath then held it. Tommy gripped Elissa’s hips as he burrowed deep and then held her. His member shooting out streams of hot jism up into her womb. Tommy only moved slightly as he let himself go. The release was incredible after the long build up.

Tommy’s body was glistening with sweat and a small stream of their juices made a wet patch beneath them. The sheets were torn and abused, much like the bed. Tommy held Elissa in that same position until she was spent, and only then would he fall back on the bed – panting like a dog.

~RB~

 

 

 

The Party Begins – SS.

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

Nhal:  

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

 

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

 

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

[Mask Ref // Dress Ref]

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Masquerade Ball.

~The center of the Labrinyth~

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

 

“I look wonderful.”

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

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

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

~The Grand Ballroom~

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

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

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

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

 

 

~RB~

One step ahead – GS.

Scene setting:  Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  It seemed that Tommy had taken what Elissa had implied the worst way possible. She was a bit of a cynic lately, that was just what the world had made of her, and so she was reluctant to say anything definitely even to herself. She wasn’t trying to tell him that this was nothing but sex, because it wasn’t; even if she didn’t fall for Tommy she definitely cared for him, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt him. Indeed, she enjoyed this physicality, but it wasn’t what she truly found precious. She felt so… warm with him, it was rare for something to penetrate the shell she’d erected around herself, and she was more than happy to have him there. Unfortunately, her bluntness had bitten them both in the ass.

While Tommy clearly made an attempt to act unaffected by her response, it was clear that he seemed… well hurt was the best word she could come up with. It broke her heart that that was how he’d taken it, and even as he rolled over she began trying to come up with words to attempt to fix it. Eventually, after a lot of brainstorming, she came up empty and decided to just wing it. Suddenly she swung herself back over to straddle Tommy again and leaned on him with her elbows, looking down at him with the softest, most apologetic expression she could manage. Slowly she reached up and took his chin to get him to look at her, and then leaned up a bit and signed, a sheepish expression on her face. ~I didn’t say I felt nothing,~ she said, almost as if she were chastising herself as much as him, ~I’m more than willing to find out if it is love.~ She really didn’t want to leave him feeling like his emotions were falling on deaf ears, because they didn’t; she adored Tommy, and he was brave to get those words out to begin with. Much braver than her, when she could only speak in uncertainties. She leaned in close to him, not moving to kiss, but just resting on top of him, and returning his poke on the nose, giving him an uncertain smile, hoping he at least forgave her for her unthinking callousness.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy was wearing his heart on his sleeve. Laying there exposed and now flaccid. Amazing how the body reacts to the mind so quickly. The brave face was nothing but a front. A mask of feelings that were not genuine. Frank would smack the shit out of him for acting so stupid. He’d always been the one that loved and left. Staying to snuggle, hug….was never an option. He didn’t ever invest himself emotionally in a new relationship. Trying to stay one step ahead always. But Elissa had caught him off guard completely, and he reacted totally out of character. Was he even thinking of how she would react as he more or less mirrored her response. That gentle shrug. Trying to shake it all off.

 

The thing was he gave unsaid signals all by body language and Elissa was a lot quicker than he gave her credit. She was quick to straddle him, a dominant move just like earlier only this time it was not because she wanted to go for round two. Elissa took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her as she sighed and showed a sheepish look. Elissa was trying to convey that she did feel something, but it just wasn’t love. Not yet. If Tommy had really been thinking, it would be impossible to fall in love with someone in such a short space of time. At least she was realistic. Grounded. This is something Tommy had to admire. He bore a crooked half smile as he tried to find the humor in the situation – always a fail safe. Then Elissa said something with her hands that he did understand. It broke through finally that she was willing to find out what love was. That would require time; and they both had plenty of that.

Elissa then poked his nose, rather than seal her words with a kiss. This would be their thing. She looked so hopeful that he understood what she felt and thankfully, he took her fingers and bit on them playfully. That boyishness returning in the full. His ego was bruised, sure – but not broken.

Tommy reached around and slapped Elissa’s backside playfully.

“You just wanted to be on top. I know all about girls like you.”

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was actually kind of strange, but Elissa was almost afraid of alienating Tommy… she didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to be left alone. She wouldn’t quite call it an alien sensation, but she certainly wasn’t comfortable with the thought; yet as had been made apparent she was more the sort to handle a problem head on than avoid it. Thankfully though, her bravery wouldn’t need to be tested, as once his expression cleared up, she could tell that he was at least mostly back, perhaps not fully but enough for things to more or less return to how they were moments ago. Of course, the way he decided to confirm those thoughts was… unusual, and when he began nibbling on her fingers she found herself stifling a laugh, not entirely certain how to react but finding it funny. She even went so far as to wiggle her fingers, playing with him as if he were a cat, happy to just take this playful stance. And then he went ahead and smacked her backside. She made a face like she would have yelped with surprise if she could, but then she promptly settled into a wickedly playful grin.

To his accusation of her being ‘one of those girls,’ she just sat gave him a ‘guilty as charged’ shrug, giving him a Cheshire cat grin as she did so. Then she sat up a bit straighter, looking down on him confidently, nibbling on her own lips thoughtfully. ~I didn’t see you trying to take charge,~ she countered challengingly, placing her hands on her hips afterwards, almost daring him to try something. Of course, she actually kind of wanted him to try something, whether it be just friendly non-sexual playing or bending her over and taking her furiously. In case he hadn’t guessed, she was a bit more rough and tumble than most gals, and while she could do soft, she preferred to go hard and heavy with whatever she did.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Oh she was the devil for trying to say that Tommy was not dominant. Not taking charge, eh? That was a dare if ever he saw one. Watching her sit up straight and place those tiny hands on her hips – the way she chewed her bottom lip all seductive like. Yep, she WAS one of those girls. Damn straight.

So…Tommy rose to the challenge. In fact the way he shot up would have her caught off guard, possibly falling backwards. Tommy was fast and reached for her legs, so he could make sure she did fall back on the bed as he went to being on his knees. Flat on her back. Who was the dominant one now? He didn’t grip her legs hard, but she wouldn’t exactly be able to wiggle herself free.

So there she was, legs spread and Tommy in a commanding position. Tommy arched his right brow as he cracked a wicked smile.

“Round two then?”

He’d seen the Cheshire grin, the playful tease. The earlier closeness and touching was now a memory as Tommy changed tact and decided to play the Dom. He bent forward and then licked her right nipple before biting it. The playing had just begun to get more serious.

~RB~