The Proposal – The Embassy : PD

 

Following on from ” A Jealous Guy” – The Embassy.

 

Tsu:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell



Things had gotten very thick between the two males now. He could see how the emotions on Valmonts face changed, he had just realized what he did. Listening to his words he did love him, he loved no one else. Thinking about it, if Nicholas was in Valmont’s shoes and walked in like that, what would he of done? He surely wouldn’t of killed someone but, he would of been enraged by it. The sadness and confusion that was on Val’s face made Nicholas regret a bit of what he had said, he had said something else verses asking if he was okay. Once the door shut Nicholas stood there not entirely sure what he was suppose to do. So many things welled up inside him, he wasn’t sure if he was suppose to go after him or leave him. This was somewhat Nicholas fault too, he thought so. Hearing a knock at the door he saw someone he knew that he could trust. Mina, a small sigh of relief came to him.

” Mina, I need you to clean this up and cover it up, you’re so good at doing it. I will reward you later.” He said and the girl only smiled and nodded at him.

Moments after Nicholas was out the door, trailing after Valmont. He didn’t care if people were looking at him, thinking about what had just happened tears started to form in his eyes. Jogging he had sense Valmont near and saw his back, people were whispering and wondering what was going on. Finally in the spur of the moment, Nicholas had collided with Valmonts back, his arms wrapping around his waist. Tears had fallen from his eyes completely now as he squeezed the male tight in the embrace.

” It’s not your fault, you didn’t know what you were doing. I’m sorry, I should of been more focused on your feelings. “ He spoke, it coming out somewhat in a slur. Maids and workers were gathering around or hiding behind the turn ways watching. ” If I was in your shoes at the time, I would of probably done the same thing. I would of let jealously got the better of me. I don’t want to let you go. “ He spoke in a sincere tone and what he had said next would be ended with workers gasping. ” I love you Valmont! I’ll love no one else, I want to always be by your side, forever.” Nicholas said a bit louder then he expected.

People were whispering now and gossiping, oh how it was out there now. What would everyone think about it? It wasn’t known but, he didn’t care. He just wanted to hold this man in front of him. If Valmont had any doubts about Nicholas ever coming out about his sexuality and his relationship with Valmont, they’d be blow away now.

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell
Embassy of Hell

Valmont was deep in thought. Troubled by the act of violence that he committed in front of his lover. The feeling of utter disappointment in himself for letting his jealous streak turn into a murderous stunt now left him wondering if Nicholas could ever forgive him. He walked silently with his head bowed. So shameful. It was eating him up inside, his stomach twisting up in knots. How could he face Nicholas again? Was the love affair over before it had truly blossomed?

The answer to this came in the form of hurried footsteps and the staff all raised their voices as the pair collided. Nicholas winding his arms around his lover as Valmont froze in his place. What on earth was he doing? Valmont could only wonder till he heard his lover say that it wasn’t Val’s fault.

“But…” All he could get out was one simple word, for Nicholas was speaking so fast it was impossible to interject. Now the focus was on the pair. There was no escaping this public outing. It was turning into a show, one which the maids and staff could hardly look away from. The truth was about to be exposed. There was no hiding it now.

One thing about Nicholas that remained true, was when he needed to get something off his chest. The words like a torrent that continued to flow till he was exhausted or got to the point.

But then with much power in his voice he declared his love for Valmont, much to the shock of the entire staff that were all watching and listening in. It was a spectacle. A real soap opera. There was no running from it.

Valmont reached down to take Nicholas’s hands and then turned so that the pair could look at each other. He would speak, but made sure it was loud and clear for all to hear.

“And you shall have me by your side. I’m not ashamed. I love you, and only you, Nicholas.”

The crowd gasped again, as they watched Valmont kiss his lover deeply, while his hands cupped his cheeks.

~RB~

Tsu:
Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell



Gasps and gossiping had erupted and Nicholas didn’t care, at the moment he only cared about the man in front of him. He never wanted to let him go, truly. He heard his but and didn’t have any response to it, he had a fault in this too, he wouldn’t let Valmont be the only one to take blame for it. Biting his lip some he’d feel him turn in his grasp and hold his hand. A small blush came to his cheeks, they were doing this in front of the people. Would this mean they’d be official now then? It most likely would, it’d be interesting to see how it turned out. Hearing his words he only smiled at them, really listening and accepting them. Once he felt his lips to his own, he would lift his hands up to grab a hold of Valmonts shirt, pulling him in more.

His lips moved against his in a deep passion, he so enjoyed it and wished it could be like that forever. But, he knew well enough that it couldn’t and things would be back to the way they were. Just this time around everyone would know and they wouldn’t need to hide, besides if they got really intimate. The thought kind of made him laugh in his head, he’d never get naked in front of someone else, let alone like Val would let him to it. His hands relaxed a bit but kept hold of his shirt, his eyes were shut now. Nothing else was in that room besides the two, the other people were non existent to him. He could take that their were glares at him and a couple of blushes from other girls at the moment and he didn’t care if the female workers hated him, he had what he wanted and he wouldn’t let anything get in the way. Those were his words but, it would change later on and he didn’t know that.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell
The Embassy of Hell

The kiss was one of true love. Anyone watching could see that. Valmont was totally unashamed, in fact he was more than happy to give the staff of the Embassy a real show. His moans grew as he kissed Nicholas with a passion that was usually reserved for the bedroom. His hands wandering from the young man’s back to his ass, where he pulled him tight to his own hips.

Yes, the staff gasped, some were shocked while others were blushing fiercely. It was like some erotic display. You might be led to think that the Ambassador would take him right then and there – against the nearest wall.

Feeling the young man holding his shirt, Valmont let out a growl of pleasure and only pulled away from the kiss when he had made up his mind about how to deal with all this in a manner that would leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that the pair were an item.

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Valmont reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch. He smiled down at it as he undid the small silk string that held it closed tight and the edges opened, as he put his hand in and retrieved a necklace. But there was something hanging on the edge that was like that of a ring.

The ambassador got down on one knee, much to the shock of the audience that had now gathered. This was the most dramatic thing to happen in the embassy since the last meeting of the Princes. Clearing his throat, he held up the ring towards his lover, and with a glint in his eyes he asked the question that would have all gasp once more.

“Nicholas. I never thought I would ever ask anyone this, but my feelings for you are stronger than just love. I want you to be the one that I wake up to. I want you to be the one that shares my bed. You are everything I have ever searched for in a soul mate. What I am asking is…..Nicholas, will you be my wife?”

~RB~

Tsu:
Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell



The softness and comfort of the kiss had been one Nicholas missed. He wanted to always kiss Valmont but, there was passion behind this one. Feeling his hands down his back and onto his ass, pulling him against a moan would slip out. Nicholas could already feel his body working in wanting more, but it ended as he pulled away. His face was slightly red and he simply looked at Valmont, he loved his so much. What made him curious was that he was looking in his pocket and pulled out a small package, seeing it unwrapped he wondered what it was. It looked like a necklace, a ring on it? It must of been some gift and joy was spreading through him. He was glad to be receiving something from his lover but, once he was down on one knee, he froze. What was he doing? Is he doing what I think he is doing? No.. it can’t be, is it? So much had rushed through his head at that moment, it felt like the air had been sucked out of him. Everyone was gasping, along with Nicholas himself, he couldn’t believe the sight before him.

Nicholas was speechless, surprise had shocked him beyond belief. This man, that he had known for years, who is now his lover his proposing to him. Nicholas never thought it’d happen in his life, it was truly a dream. He just stood there staring at him, did he want to? It didn’t cross his mind but, a lot came with marriage, something he wasn’t sure about. This had all still been new for him. You’d think he was going to run away but, he didn’t. He stayed and put his hand down onto his, holding his hands in his with the necklace. Nicholas dropped to his knees with Val and smiled a warm smile, slightly letting a couple of tears fall, tears of joy. Moments later he looked Valmont straight in the eyes, wanting him to see how he was and that he loved him just as much. He didn’t care if people knew about them now, or knew of what Nicholas was, he had let it out when he asked for him to be his wife.

” Yes, I will.”

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] Embassy of Hell
The Embassy of Hell

What a difference a day makes. The news of Valmont’s proposal had ripped around the Embassy like wildfire. No one on staff or those associated with the Embassy were even aware of their affair, so the whole thing was totally out of the blue. On rising, Valmont had gone down to the staff quarters and then walked straight into the staff dining hall, where all were seated to breakfast. On his arrival, the chairs were all pushed back, as they all rose to standing at the Ambassador’s unexpected arrival. It was unusual for him to even be in the lower part of the Embassy, but he had very good reason. The Head of house, Mister Crawford stood to attention – while the maids and footmen all waited and watched expectantly to what Valmont had to say.

Pulling lightly upon his right cuff, he urged all to take their seats again and apologized for interrupting their breakfast. With all being urged to take their seats again, by Mister Crawford, Valmont was then ready to say what he had come down for.

“I’m sure that you are all well aware of my proposal to Nicholas to be my wife.”

Again, the staff all stared at one another silently, before Mister Crawford was game enough to answer.

“One could hardly miss such news, Sir.”

“Quite. Well, I know that Nicholas has been considered a member of staff here for a long time, but that is all to change. Starting today. He is to have breakfast served to him in his room as is customary to those of higher standing in the household. Nicholas is to be treated with the utmost respect, and there shall be no ill whispers to be said about the engagement.”

The staff room was still in silence, but you could see a few heads nodding, now that they understood that this was a very real situation, though some may find it unusual.

“I shall have Benson wait on him and arrange a breakfast tray immediately, Sir.” Mister Crawford motioned for cook to go and make preparations for Nicholas’s tray immediately, which she left the dining table right away to do. Benson stood up from the staff dining table and bowed, before going to help in the kitchen. Seeing as everyone was keeping their thoughts to themselves, Valmont was about to leave, when a young maid couldn’t help but ask.

“Is there to be a spring wedding, Sir?” The hubub and rise of voices brought an amused expression from the Ambassador.

“Well, we will have to see what Nicholas wants. it’s not really for me to say.” Happy that his instructions had been taken on board, he bid the staff a good day, and headed back upstairs towards his office. He had a spring in his step and a broad smile upon his face. He was more than happy to let Nicholas sleep in today. He was going to need all the energy he could muster, if the Ambassador had anything to say about it. Course, there was the matter of Zachary who was still on the trail of Bandit and the unborn child. That was still in the back of his mind, naturally. There had been no progress reports, but it was still too early to speculate if Zachary had found her before Raul did.

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Entering his office, a staffer was ready with a coffee pot and poured Valmont a cup.

“I never pictured you as a married man, Sir.” The staffer said, as Valmont took the offered cup. “Neither did I, Jenson…Neither did I.”

~RB~

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A Jealous Guy – The Embassy of Hell : PD

 

Tsu:

 
You think Nicholas would still be happy when Valmont got out of the tub but, he wasn’t, the feeling had dropped moments later. He could hear it in his voice that he was done with what we were doing for now, Nicholas would watch him walk out only nodding. Sitting there in the water still he stared at the wall and pondered on a couple of things that came to his head. Was it going to be like this, until time for them to be together again? Was this all going to be done in secret behind closed doors, no one knowing? More things had went through his mind as he finally got up from the bathtub. He hoped it wouldn’t but, he wouldn’t push his luck on it. This was still so new to Nicholas and what was it that he was feeling at this moment? Maybe this is what it feels like to be in love and always want that one thing. Standing in front of the mirror he blinked a couple of times and looked himself over. It’s going to be okay, right? He asked himself as a gut feeling in the pit of his belly was telling him otherwise. Taking a towel he would wrap it around his waist and walk out into the room, walking about he picked up his usual clothing and got dress. After a couple of minutes he’d look in the mirror and started braiding his hair, a thought came back to how Valmont said it looked good down. Should he leave it down? No, he wouldn’t do that just yet, continuing he finished the braid and looked once again like he usually does.

After everything was finished Nic would walk out of the room shutting the door, he’d walk down the hall and passed a couple of maids, smiling and waving. He was usually liked upon the staff since he had the feminine charm around him, though he never talked long with them. Stopping by the kitchen doors he’d open them and look about seeing Carlos doing his stuff.

” Carlos, we have yet again another guest probably coming, make sure their is plenty of food.” He said and saw him turn nodding with a smile.

Shutting the door he’d walk down the hall more, something felt like he was being watched but, he’d ignore the feeling for now. Coming back to the main foyer, he’d walk to the desk and went about looking over a couple of things. He was half tempted to go see Valmont but, he wouldn’t, if anything was needed he’d call him. Going around the desk he would take a seat in the wooden chair, picking up papers and scanning over them, writing a couple of things and going about his work. Thoughts occupied his mind and he didn’t need them right now. With a small sigh he’d shake his head and went back to doing what he did.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

One of the kitchen staff, a young starry eyed baker by the name of Shia, couldn’t help but notice Nicholas as he came in to tell Carlos that they were expecting another guest and that they would need to make sure there was plenty of food. Having just put her tray of sweet breads in the oven, Shia had time up her sleeve. Over the scent of the many sweet smells and aromas of the kitchen, she couldn’t help but smell that….testosterone coming from Nicholas. What was it about him today, that was so….goddamn sexy? She slapped down her tea towel and then took off her apron, while Carlos went to check on getting enough plates and cutlery ready for another guest. This gave Shia the perfect, golden opportunity. She bit her lip as she snuck out of the kitchen, while Carlos was in the pantry.

Ducking down the hall, she knew where Nicholas’s office was, as she had delivered breakfast trays there before. She kept seeing that gorgeous image of him in her mind. The way his cheeks were showing that hint of pink. Those luscious lips. It had been a few weeks since she enjoyed her lover’s attentions and you could say she was a bit hard up for a bit of quick nookie.

Looking to see if anyone was coming, she smirked as she turned the handle of the office door, and then pulled the door open, only to step inside and see Nicholas at his desk. He looked….so hot right now.

Leaning on the door after she closed it, she started to unbutton her blouse. As far as she knew he had no other lovers. So it was just Nicholas and her….in the lonely office.

“Sir….fancy squeezing my buns.” She was pouting and showing off her huge rack. Her ripe breasts showing off for him to see, if he fancied a bit.

“You’ve been cooped up here too long. Need…a woman’s touch.” She started to stalk him.

The poor guy.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It had been quiet and Nicholas was to caught up in his paperwork and thoughts to realize someone was coming. But, once he heard the door open and a voice, he looked up. To his surprise he didn’t expect to see Shia standing there, with her breasts hanging out. A small blush came to the males face, he had to admit they were big and what she was doing was rather arousing, his male side was kicking in. This girl was wanting some affection, he could tell from the way she was, must of been a while since she had some. Nicholas wasn’t sure how he should react to this situation, he knew that he just went through a lot of other stuff right now, not long ago. It had been rarely at times that someone has come on to him, he’d always reject of course cause of his situation. Sighing he got up and walked over to her, meeting her half way. Stopping in front of her he’d hold his hand up to stop her.

” Shia, I don’t need a woman’s touch, nor am I going to squeeze your buns.” Nicholas said.

In the process he’d put his hands over his chest, waiting for her to back off but, he knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Shia was finding it hard to believe that Nicholas didn’t need a woman’s touch. He outright rejected the notion of squeezing her buns, even though that was really a play on words. Chewing her lip, the baker found herself transfixed by the way Nicholas was standing. Arms folded over his chest, like he was waiting for something. Maybe he had been denying himself from the sins of the flesh for another reason. But the baker could see a change. There was this new glow to his cheeks, even the way his hair sat. Just oozed sex appeal and she was getting all the wrong signals. Slowly, the baker tore off her shirt and let it fall to the ground, with her breasts now on full display.

“You coop yourself up here. I have watched you. Slaving away for the Ambassador, and doing everything he wants. Tending to his needs. Oh Nic. I can give you what you need. What you crave. I promise not to tell.” She brought a finger up to her lips as if to invoke a vow of silence.

“I have firm hands…a good grip. Wet lips that ache to be used by someone noble like yourself.” Her voice now had a husky edge. She approached him and tried to lace her arms around his neck so that he would feel the press of her great melons upon his clothed chest. “Oh Nic…you smell so good.” her voice becoming husky with lust, while rubbing her bare chest up and down Nic’s chest, whether he liked it or not.

From the back it was a very compromising position to find one’s self in. Just then the door to Nicholas;s office opened, and an angered looking Ambassador was standing in the doorway.

“Step away from him…..now.” the voice was so full of rage, and yet barely able to be controlled. Fearfully, the baker glanced back to see Valmont….and he was a sight that she would never forget.

“Ambassador…”

Oh now she was in for it. The Ambassador stepped into the room and then closed the door behind him. Slowly, Shia released Nicholas, now looking confused. The tension in the air so thick you could carve it.

“He asked me to have sex with him.” The baker started, now blaming Nicholas for the act they were caught in. She tried to cover up her bosom as though embarrassed, but the Ambassador knew better. He himself had the same woman hit on him, and though he found it flattering, he never actually did anything with her.

“He did?” Valmont asked questioningly, shooting a look at Nicholas which read…not to answer that. The girl bent down to scoop up her shirt, as the Ambassador stepped forward and the moment she went to stand, his hand shot around her neck and he held her well off the ground.

Shia struggled in his grip, the shirt now falling to the floor. The woman’s bosom bouncing as he shook her like a rag doll.

“YOU….ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A TAINTED SLUT. NICHOLAS HAS A LOVER.” he then squeezed his fingers so hard they buried into the girl’s neck as he held her at the very edge of her existence. His eyes changed to the sharpest shade of red, his nostrils flaring. He then finished the sentence.

“Me.” The sound of her neck breaking could be heard, the look of absolute shock on her face as her life drained out of her and was absorbed into the Ambassador’s mouth. Her body quaked for a few seconds before turning into a pile of ash on the floor.

Valmont was panting hard as the event reached its dramatic conclusion, before he fixed his gaze upon his lover.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

This was a very intense and awkward situation for Nicholas, he had never been full on from a girl before. Seeing her shirt drop he took in view of what was in front of him, she had a nice pair but, Nic wasn’t interested. She knew what he craved? He doubted, one thing he craved was the thing that wasn’t here right now. It had surprised him when she put herself on him, his hands slightly catching around her back, so he didn’t fall. Though what happened next made Nicholas nervous, Valmont had walked in and he had looked at him, his face was not of one he had seen before. The girl backed off and went to retrieve her shirt. Hearing her comment he slightly growled a bit in the back of his throat, he did not. His hand slightly clenched as he looked at her back. You bitch, I can’t believe you dare lie to him. He was about to respond until he heard Valmont and saw him look at him, him keeping silent now. Seeing the girl picked up and shaken he couldn’t help but feel bad for her now, though his words did shock Nicholas beyond belief. Valmont had just publicly displayed that him and Nichols were together but, the girl wasn’t around to tell. She was now laying in a pile of ash, watching the life being drain from her and the cracking, Nicholas had somewhat grown a bit afraid.

Though moments later he had realized this is what Valmont was, he was one for taking the souls of woman but he’d never seen the process in front of him. So once he was now looking at him, he was shocked on what to say. So many things ran through his head could he end up like that? He wasn’t fully a girl but, that didn’t make a difference. If he ever made him mad or upset, or simply crossed the wrong path would he be hurt? Nicholas simply stared at Valmont, no emotions on his face, just a very slightly pale face almost blank looking at him. Finally regaining his composure he started speaking.

” I.. I don’t think you had to kill her.. even if she deserved it. Is that how it’s going to be every time someone tries something on me?Nicholas asked, showing that he was concerned and slightly frightened but, not much.

Breathing slowly and quietly he had been back against the edge of the desk due to the girl jumping on him. His hands stayed by his side as he looked at the pile of ash, it was a truly frightening site but, their had been worse out there. No more words would come from Nicholas lips, as he looked back at Valmont, simply staring.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont quickly realized what he had done as the last of Shia’s ash rained down from his hand. He stood there, now shocked that his inner demon had revealed itself and committed murder right in front of his lover. The jealous streak, matched with the woman’s own lies about his lover wanting her, fused together and made him turn into the darker side of himself. The fear that was etched on Nicholas’s face was rightly justified, and as he stammered and questioned if this was how Valmont was going to be each time another showed interest, than they had very dangerous times ahead.

“But she said you wanted her. She lied. I know she did. You love me.” There was this unashamed innocence in his statement. Like he didn’t truly know how to deal with a rival. This woman, had bared her chest and was trying to get Nicholas to make love to her….then lied. Still, was that a good enough reason to kill her?

Nicholas must have been so frightened now, and who could honestly blame him. Valmont had not yet come out publicly about their relationship, this even being the first and it had set a horrible precedence. The look on Valmont’s face was one of confusion and such sadness. He had overreacted by punishing this woman with a death sentence that was carried out right before his lover’s eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me.” his head shaking as he brought his hand up and raked his finger through his unruly silver locks. He had never felt so strongly about anyone before, especially one that was not truly one sex or the other.

“My jealousy ruled my head.”

Valmont took a step back and his face was now etched in sorrow. Would Nicholas ever forgive him for this? The staff would start asking questions for certain. This may lead to an inquiry or worse. Valmont backed out of the room and closed the door. His footsteps heard getting fainter as he went to find refuge in another part of the Embassy to think about what he had done.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

A Drop of Blood – The Kingdom of Sloth : PD

 

 

Kiri:

 

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

 

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

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


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

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

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

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

Sieg:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Sieg:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

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

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

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

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

“Have at it.”

The big question was…..would it work?

~RB~

 

The Bothersome Prince – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

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

Co-written with Tory, Sieg and Kiri.

(RP – Supernatural Fantasy)

Tory:

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

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

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

I…would prefer to refrain from the hug Master…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tory:

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Pride castle throne room

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

 

The Witches Circle – Only the beginning : PD

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

Co-written with Fu and Dessy.

RP – Fantasy Supernatural.

Fu:

Witches Circle

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

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

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

 

Dessy:

The Witches Circle.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Witches Circle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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~RB~

Peter Allen : Not the boy next door – TV sneak peek.

Due on Australian Television on the Seven network in September, 2015

The two part mini-series tells the remarkable story of Peter Allen’s rise from country New South Wales to the Hollywood Hills – becoming part of American entertainment royalty along the way. Managed by Judy Garland at 20, married to Liza Minnelli at 23 and the first Australian to win an Oscar (‘Arthur’s Theme’) and a Grammy (‘I Honestly Love You’ – Olivia Newton-John), Peter Allen is one of Australia’s most adored entertainers.

If you loved the INXS special, ‘Never Tear Us Apart’, you will love this.

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~