It’s time – PD

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

 

The World inside Scar’s Hat 

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It’s time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Bringing back the Bitch – PD

What could the strange man in the hat want inside the burnt remains of the old house you might ask?  Let’s find out.  

 

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Bringing back the Bitch

Part Two

It was true…the spirits didn’t lie. This house, this place that reeked of death was special in more ways than one. According to the police reports that the man in the hat had so ruthless acquired, this marked the spot where Mariela perished in the flames. Ah yes…that family. How long the man in the hat had kept watch over them, taking over from his father…and his father before that. Hatred never truly dies. It is possible to be bred into each family member, following on throughout the centuries from that initial moment where a high ranking member of Mariela’s ancestry had made a terrible mistake and lashed out in fury – the consequences of this were to see generations of her family persecuted. With Mariela’s death however, you would think that would have been the end of it. How wrong they were.

Witches were hated. That was a fact that was undeniable, but if you were clever enough to manipulate humans into believing that you were on their side – well, that just made setting up others all the easier. Take for example a man that went to such lengths to put a plan into place, and all to do with a future event that he foresaw. it was all about…opportunities. Impregnating a woman that would go on to have a daughter…a girl, who would end up being friends with the girl who would die only to rise and become one of the greatest rulers of Hell. Keeping his distance, watching from the shadows was something of a bitter sweet joy. But he was more than just a shadow….so much more.

Now the girl had gone, and after tracing her movements in her final hours and tapping her phone, she was to meet with the brothers of the target. After that…she vanished…along with them. There was a link…there had to be. The man in the hat held the picture of the beautiful Tessa in his hand and quietly folded it and placed it into his pocket neatly for safe keeping. Smacking his lips and then with a somewhat somber expression, he turned around to the bodies of the two dead police officers. Killing them had been intentional. His purpose was about to become exposed.

Taking out that same piece of chalk that he had used in the hallway, he began to draw a pentagram upon the floor of the burnt out basement. The eerie scratch of the chalk along the concrete was the only sound – coupled of course with his heavy breaths. He did not utter a word till the pentagram was complete. When he finished, he reached into another pocket and placed down items at each point. These were ordinary pieces – a bracelet, a lock of hair, a small doll, a note and a raven’s feather. When each was in place, he went to the Sheriff and dragged his body across the floor till it reached the edge of the pentagram. Taking out a blade, he cut the man’s throat – spilling his blood into the chalk drawn symbol. The second man; the deputy, the man in the hat did the same but at the opposite end. Taking out five black candles, he put them at each point.

As the blood of the two men reached the center of the symbol – drawn together by a strange force, the man in the hat took out a small yellowed parchment that had been torn out of a book….a very old book.

Closing his eyes, he began to chant. His voice shallow and quiet at first, only building as he started to breathe life into his summons.

Attenrobendum eos,
ad ligandum eos,
potiter eos,
coram me.

All the candles burst into flame, with the room filling with a chilling wind, as though a dark crypt was being opened. One that never ever should be.

The blooded pool glimmered and then started to rise as it began to take the form of a woman…a woman who herself had been murdered by the young witch. The most shocking thing was….that she was once a Princess of Ambition…A Princess of Greed. Taken down by the same girl, who had died in this very spot. Bringing back the only bitch who could truly direct the man in the hat to his ultimate goal.

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Fleshing out into her original form, she turned around to stare at the man in the hat warily.

“Who are you?”

Lydia glared at him, before looking down at herself and then smiling to see that she was not disfigured or aged in anyways. The man in the hat then removed his hat and bowed before the former Princess of Greed.

“Your new partner. We have…. interests in the same….girl.” He extended his hand to her with a wry smirk. “I’m someone that hates Mariela more than you ever could.”

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Where to start : The Witches Circle – PD

Showing Oridin through the Elder’s library, Esme would try to help prepare the young Mage for his journey to the lands of Pride.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

So many many books. Oridin was right. His pleasured response and his body language was like that of a child at the fair. Where to start, what to chose? Books of all manners of spells, and incantations, histories of witch craft and lore. Some books that had not done so well to weather the passing of time, as many had cobweb strewn across the spines. Standing in the doorway, as though there was some sort of invisible barrier that kept her out, Esme watched the boy’s antics with a troubled expression. She simply couldn’t help but worry about him. Sure, he had taken her gift even if he didn’t understand the significance of it.

Finally, chewing her bottom lip, Esme stepped into the library properly, and picked up the nearest feather duster, that was leaning against a wall with the broom – both of which looked like they had not been doing their job for years. Raising the duster, Esme began to sweep back the cobwebs with spiders running in all directions. Something that may well frighten a girl with arachnophobia, but Esme was in tune with insects, just as she was with so many other creatures. Nature and its inhabitants were the very things that Esme treasured above everything, and sometimes even her own magical powers. She’d practiced her craft, but there was this side of her that always held back. Maybe it was something deep seated within her psyche.

Revealing more and more books, as she wiped the cobwebs away, the dust was also stirred. Some books actually leapt off the shelves and opened up before the young boy, as if presenting themselves for his perusal. A magical book sometimes has a life of its own. Other books were fastened with locks, for reasons that at this time were unclear.

One book was sitting on the edge of the table, and as Esme passed it, the oddest thing happened. A red like book marker made of ribbon slid out and the book opened like a dog’s mouth panting. A small tassle that hung from the other end of the book wagged like a tail. Such a strange thing to have in the library. It started Esme, who dropped her feather duster in surprise.

If the wrong person was to pick it up….you had to wonder what it would do.

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Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington : ” Where to start ; where to start…. ”

– The male walked around and looked throughout the area for what he was truly looking for . He noticed the books acting of their own will and with that he kept on moving , after some time he’d look back at Esme ; seeing her clean up the area some . However Oridin kept searching about , getting hit by a moving book near him and before he realized it , he thought back on the past on what his Mother attempted to teach him awhile back while he was cursed . A magic spell he had failed to use . –

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Oridin Lexington : ” A long time ago , back in another land I attempted to destroy the curse implanted on me by utilizing the magic of nullification by fusion as odd as it sounds. To learn how to control something ; one must know how it fully works. My Mother is truly a Magic Master , and she created dangerous spells that could change the very essence of a person and others that can change the environment if used . I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper . I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

– Oridin let out a sigh ; knowing fully well if he messed it up again that he’d possibly end up in a worse position if that was ever possible , but as it stood he needed to understand how to attempt it again and research would help him get there. Why did he want to control this magic ? Only he knew why he wanted to do so. Oridin would reach for the feather duster to return to Esme while hoping she had a book somewhere in the library that could help him reach his ends. –

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme took up the book that was acting like some sort of dog and stroked the cover, while she watched Oridin move about the library, as though he was looking for something in particular. The books that had flown from the shelves to reveal themselves slowly closed, one after the other as he walked on by, like…they were also listening to what the young mage was saying. Speaking of a time, long before the two had met and about his mother. Esme stopped to collect her own thoughts, as the memory of her mother was somewhat a blur. Whether it was cause she was so young when her mother died, or perhaps there was something else that blocked her memories – something forced. Setting down the dog like book, which continued to wag its binder tassle, Esme scanned the rows of shelves, when Oridin said that his mother was a magic master. Lavinia could be regarded as such, but perhaps not exactly the same. It was no secret that Lavinia kept books on the dark arts…and these were the ones that had locks upon them. For obvious reasons.

I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper .

The young apprentice’s ears pricked when she heard that there was a reversal spell that was written on paper.

“Do you still have that piece of paper?” She inquired, genuinely intrigued since if he had it, there was a chance that they could try it together…though there was a problem with that and dark magic. Something that Esme had not really explained.

I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

Resistance. These words caused Esme’s eyes to light up.

“The book you need isn’t here and I highly doubt that Lavinia would leave her grimoire out in the open. But I know of another. My mother’s.” A powerful witch in her own time, she had a massive grimoire, that Esme studied from time to time, and even took down spells from it, to work on and make into her own.

“It’s in my room.” Before the boy could speak, Esme left the library and ran back down to her own room, where Esme kept a chest. A chest of belongings that was at the foot of her bed. Kneeling down she reached for the talisman around her neck and uttered a small spell, that saw the lock on the chest open and she was able to lift up the lid on the weathered chest. In beneath baby clothes and other keepsakes, was a bound book….

Desmedora’s grimoire.

Closing the lid of the chest in haste, Esme got back up to her feet with the book held closely to her chest, before feeling a surge of power, that seemed to connect the book to the talisman – a recognition of the two magics. It always happened, like some strange bonding, that Esme never truly understood.

Racing back to the library, Esme found Oridin again where she had left him and with a look of some resignation, she handed over her most prized possession.

“This might help you with your curse. I’d pretty much bet my life on it.”

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Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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– The Mage listened to all Esme said and done , leaving his presence to go retrieve something she believed could help him . When she returned Oridin was handed a book , it gave him the feel that it was special or at least held some special value hearing the way she spoke about it . Oridin sighed with relief hearing how full of faith she had in it and smiled whole-heartedly. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

– He bowed with great respect and adoration to his colleague , knowing he was going to speak to Esme about the information about the technique he planned to do so now . As it stood Oridin knew it would be impossible for him to have all that stuff with him after the events that transpired from his transformation ; death and transfer to Hell. With that Oridin would give the information that he could –

Oridin Lexington : ” The notes are back in my kingdom but what I can say is that I remember three words . Create . Crush . Absorb . Embody. I tried my best to remember the entire spell but I realized after all that time I could only remember root words. ”

– Oridin attempted to remember much more but he couldn’t . However he was glad to at least recognize and remember the most important words . The Mage apprentice would put the book in the bag he carried before continuing the conversation. His brains brought back the memory of the incident of where he attempted to utilize the spell without heeding his Mother’s warning. –

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Oridin Lexington : ” The spell is difficult to do if one is not completely in tune with their will. The weak will be consumed by this spell . Like I was before. I didn’t realize it was more difficult to do with a curse on me. Me attempting to use the spell caused the curse itself to mutate and turn me into a Dragon made of darkness , everything beyond that I’ve told you about in the past. ”

– The male walked closer and looked about the library for a brief moment before he allowed Esme to speak if she had something to say in response . –

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme had a lot of faith in the young Mage, though giving him the grimoire was a true test of this belief in him. It was a treasured family heirloom and one that she didn’t even share with her Aunt Lavinia. Seeing his reaction was enough for the young witch. He was respectful and grateful that she passed over such a precious book.

” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

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“I know you will.” Esme said with an air of confidence. She was assured that if anyone should have it, it was him. Was it enough though? Waiting to see what he would do next, she found herself listening to him explain about how the notes for a certain spell were back at the kingdom where he was from. Esme knew little about his past, the times before she had found him, and though she was curious to learn more about her friend, Esme knew that time was marching on. He spoke of a spell but could only recall root words, not the entire speel. Those words held power, but without the entire incantation, they just weren’t enough on their own.

Watching Oridin place the book carefully within his bag, Esme followed him across the room, where he continued on about the spell. Saying how difficult it was and that if one was not completely in tune with their will, it won’t work. Esme let out a small sigh, when Oridin said that he didn’t realize that it was more difficult to do, do to the curse that had befallen him earlier. Maybe this was why he was so keen to seek out more information, and tour the libraries of say the Kingdom of Pride. Esme was now starting to truly understand the importance of this mission.

“I really hope you find what you are looking for out there. Who knows, maybe the answer is waiting for you in the library of that Prince that was here. Can’t hurt to look while you are doing the protection spell.” Esme had not forgotten about the whole ritual and lighting of the blooded candles, though part of her worried all the same. Lavinia’s spells were not for the feint hearted.

Out in the hall, a clock struck one, and it startled the young witch. She was about to say something…something from the heart, when a raven flew in the window. It had a note tied to its leg, and excusing herself, Esme went over to remove the note, while the raven squawked loudly. It was not one of Lavinia’s ravens. Esme could tell by the sheen of colour of the feathers. Unraveling the note, she looked surprised to see who it was from

From the Greed Kingdom to Witches Circle

Mariela to Esme

Princess Mariela of Greed requires your assistance. Apologies for the inconvenience, but if you could please make your way over to Greed castle, it’d be greatly appreciated.

“What could they want with me?” Esme said out loud, before looking back at Oridin with a worried expression. “I’ve been summoned to Greed.” After the Princess’s behavior before Lavinia, Esme had to wonder if she had called for her by mistake. “I don’t understand, I’m not an Elder. Maybe they don’t want to upset Lavinia.” It was a fair call, considering. Knowing that it was best to get a move on, Esme ran over and placed a kiss on Oridin’s cheek. “Hopefully I will be back before you return from Pride. if not…..I wish you well…I really do.”

The young apprentice then hurried out of the library to go and pack a small bag for her trip to Greed.

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(TC – Esme – Greed)

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington :”Thanks for the support Esme , I’ll do my best. ”

– The Young Apprentice would say to his comrade , he knew he was meant to head off soon and when they both said their pieces a bird came in which was meant for Esme . With that bird giving her specific information about her instructions Oridin would soon to remember he had duties to fulfill , he was meant to leave . soon –

Oridin Lexington : ” I think they need you for something that only you can do . Be careful out there ok ? I’ll be going myself now ; and thank you for the support again. We’ll see each other soon I’m sure.”

– He’d stand there for a few more moments ; seeing Esme off as he sighed gently. Hopefully she’d be safe and out of harms way while at Greed . He couldn’t go along with her due to him being assigned elsewhere.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” Maybe when we get back I’ll muster up the courage to ask. Teleportavimas ! . ”

– In the moment of stating the magic words needed to initiate the transport Oridin would have been warped and sent to the Kingdom of Pride along with the items he had needed to fulfill his duties and the gift he was given by Esme. Oridin hoped for the best and of course a chance to further his research and understanding of the pursuits he’s long since seeked. –

[ TC – Kingdom of Pride ]

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

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

Sieg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(TC)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lavinia got my message then?”

“Aye…and she sends her blessings.”

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

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

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

~RB~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May I ask what is this disturbance?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm.”

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

Even Tazuya seemed shocked that this had happened.

“Well shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She meant her ass print.

~RB~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

RPC : Marika Cimentarius – PD.

Character bios.

 

Name: Marika Cimentarius
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Quote; “I’m going to make you suffer…..”
Race: Elder Witch/Warlock
Status; Former Supreme Elder of Dyre
Gender: Female
Age: 923 years

Physical Attributes: A dark haired beauty with raven coloured shoulder length locks, approximately 5’5’ in height and with a olive complexion. Deep brown eyes with a golden fleck that can change at her will. Marika is svelte, with a good muscle tone, yet is quite feminine. Though she may be deemed short in stature, she makes up for it with the strength of her character. An angel like face, she is innocent in appearance, but that is of course deceiving. Her hands are delicate, with slender digits and well manicure nails.
Personality: Well one word does come to mind – Bitch. A complete and utter bitch that does not tolerate stupidity, nor those of good intent. She has no compassion what so ever and is known to kill at a whim, without thought for what this may do to others. Self serving, manipulative, dangerous, diabolical.
Preferred fashion: Dresses to a period that suits the Victorian era, as she saw it as a perfect ideal and also a time in her life when she had a great romance. Thus she keeps to that style to try and remember the days that she was loved.
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Residence: Castrals Spire – The East of Dyre, otherwise known as the Dark Lands. A place where death rules and the darkest of magic can be found.

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An introduction: Marika’s rise to power in Dyre was like that of a meteorite having married the powerful Warlock, Dominic Cimentarius. With her natural dark talents and ruling her part of the Eastern state of Dyre, you would think she had it all. Becoming the Supreme Elder well ahead of time, though she was not entirely supported by the likes of Loretta, nor Marguriette Black. But it turns out that in her own affairs, trouble was brewing at home. Dominic was not entirely faithful, having also bewitched Lavinia Ramoska. The battle for Dominic’s heart was to prove to lead to Marika’s undoing, after her attempt to murder Lavinia actually took the life of her beloved husband. Poisoned; a simple and yet cruel death. An acid that she had slipped into a drink but he picked up the chalice. This would lead to Lavinia’s own heart turning black, her rage then led her to destroy her one and only ally at the time….her sister, and Esme’s mother Desmendona. She had somehow siphoned Marika’s powers from the dark lands and had trapped her within a tomb beneath her own castle retreat – Castrals Spire. Riddled by grief and her need to never feel pain like this in her heart again, she put the dark side of herself to sleep. Her control of the dark lands, shifting back to where it belonged. Leaving all to believe that she had killed Marika, she assumed the role of Supreme Elder. This of course, was not true, though generations of Cimentarius believed it to be so. Now you may wonder, just how Marika broke free from hundreds of years of captivity. The very same event that had broken Lavinia’s own self imposed curse to keep the dark at bay. The time piece. The deal struck in the Lab at Hell’s Kitchen had ramifications that stretched both across Hell and Dyre itself. The affects were being felt by all the Princes, the Princesses and of course the Witches of Dyre. It was little surprise that with this great surge of magic, that crossed every boundary – there were to be further shocks and surprises awaiting both sides of the warring warlock and witch clans.
Freed from her tomb, Marika emerged to find that her world had changed. The Spire that had once teemed with the voices of her kin and followers had fallen silent. The released Elder needed to find a warlock to assist her in the preparation to take her powers back….and this would require the Son of a Black. Her own son, Giovanni….was nowhere to be found. At least…not in Dyre…

Hates or Dislikes: Blondes, Ramoskas, Princesses, Lavinia, Royalty, Authority, Wimps, Demons, Disloyalty, the other Elders.

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Powers:
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Pyrokinesis : The ability to create, control and manipulate fire

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Marika can utilize the Dark Art: a form of magic typically used for selfish, self-serving and/or nefarious purposes. Though it is not necessarily “evil” magic per se, dark arts tend to focus toward destruction, harming, cursing and otherwise complicating the lives of other people while advancing the user’s own state. Users often reject social convention and the status quo, which some suggest is in a search for spiritual freedom. As a part of this, they embrace magical techniques and practices that would traditionally be viewed as taboo and are generally willing to go farther than most would even consider if it serves their ends.

 Blood Manipulation
 Blood Magic
 Curse Manipulation
 Death-Force Manipulation
 Destruction
 Disintegration
 Elemental Manipulation
 Energy Manipulation
 Extrasensory Perception
 Flight
 Life Creation
 Amalgamation
 Mutation Inducement
 Malleable Anatomy
 Motor-Skill Manipulation
 Necromancy
 Death Empowerment
 Death Inducement
 Death Sense
 Ectoplasm Manipulation
 Immortality
 Life-Force Absorption
 Pain Inducement
 Pain Suppression
 Reanimation
 Soul Manipulation
 Soul Absorption
 Spirit Physiology
 Possession
 Summoning/Banishment

Weakness: Been shown to feel apathy or any type of affection, can bring down her walls, though it’s a big ask. Marika needs to limit herself, or it gets out of hand. Emotions cause her to make errors, and those misjudgments are the very things that cost her everything. Dark art forces are truly addictive, as Lavinia was to find out in the past (which is why she put the dark side of herself to sleep.) The secret to Marika’s greatest weakness is the one thing everyone seems to be seeking….a heart.
Talisman: An ivory cameo pendant.

 

Queen of the Night – The Kingdom of Sloth :PD

 

Following on from ” A Drop of Blood” – The Kingdom of Sloth.

 

Kiri
Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
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Hikari: “What you have isn’t a soul, it’s chaotic energy. It’s the only thing that is keeping you alive. I’m a Bakeneko, we have a sense for spirits. We are natural born Necromancers, telling whether something has a soul or not is basic, this is an easy feat.”

Hikari’s voice was going slightly monotone as she began tapping into her own soul energy, it killed her emotions to a degree and caused some tiring aftereffects once everything was said and done; Hikari would be fine however, first things first was to get this spirit into a new body. Hikari looked at the spirit of Sayaka and then back to Grey, eyeing them both as she analyzed their connection; if it was any stronger it would have resulted in taking the only thing Grey used to live, luckily that Chaotic Energy didn’t agree with Sayaka’s presence, so she didn’t end up corrupted by it, it merely kept their connection weak. Hikari looked over at the other woman as she offered up her arm and told her to have at it. Hikari saw a loyalty in this one that many wouldn’t see in Hell, the loyalty of someone who loved the person that they served. With a claw elongating itself from her index finger on the right hand, she grasped the wrist of the female and pricked her arm, letting some of the blood coagulate on her claw as she drew it back, making sure not to waste any. Not wasting time either, she then plunged that same claw, and the blood with it, into his his wrist.

Hikari: “Also, I’m going to tell you now. You are becoming a Kitsune by doing this, it will further increase your capabilities, and will allow you more versatility. And you won’t be stuck as a man either, Kitsune are Shapeshifters able to change gender as well even at their most basic level.”

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Hikari: “My name is Hikari, the only thing that I ask is for an alliance. As I’m sure you could tell, Sloth is in no condition to be pulled into some kind of war. Even if Tazuya will not, I will ask.”

Turning around, Hikari seemed to become a lot darker, one eye becoming hidden as she looked at the spirit and Grey once again, pointing a single finger as she focused her Soul’s energy into a thin line, severing the connection of the soul and Grey’s body then and there. Hikari then reached forward, grasping the ethereal hand of Sayaka as she pulled the soul towards the body of the nine-tail Kitsune male, letting her do the rest.


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Sayaka; Spirit of Wrath: “Now look here you stupid son of a bitch, I have done nothing! It was YOUR decision to do that…. even if I must be grateful for preventing that.”

Sayaka was beginning to get angry for once, but she was trying to keep that anger under control for the moment as it was obvious that she didn’t have time to let him get under her skin on purpose, mainly if she was going to get a new body she needed to be able to focus on what was at stake once again. After what had happened with Beelzebub she was free from the curse, that much was certain. She had lost the Flame of Wrath as well, but that was of no consequence right now for she felt that for the moment she was going to have to deal with the current issue coming: the new body.

As Sayaka was pulled from the body of Grey, she felt herself suddenly aware of everything around her at once, it was chilling and almost terrifying to know that she was nothing more than a piece of the things that were part of something far greater than herself; a world, a universe, which encompassed a massive area. Pulling together all of her consciousness, she put herself closer to the body of the Kitsune, letting her soul attach itself and then propagate throughout it, letting her senses settle into that of the creature; Sayaka was frozen for a moment, her senses overwhelming her for a moment as she wasn’t yet used to the level of sense that this creature had. She didn’t take long to do it, and began going through the abilities, knowledge and skill of the creature she now inhabited. A new Kitsune had been born; and she was already shifting into a more suitable form.

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I may fall, but I will rise again. Sayaka has been reborn!


Development


Kitsune Physiology: Sayaka has now taken on the form of a Nine-Tail Kitsune, granting her any and all abilities connected to such a creature. As a Kitsune, Sayaka has a new Canine Physiology, which dictates that she is naturally stronger and faster than normal humans. As a Yokai in general, Sayaka now has an Supernatural Condition which is high; perhaps not as high as her previous, but that can be fixed one day; however, duly noted is the fact that this body is much stronger than her previous in durability, allowing her much power. Through her Kitsune physiology, Sayaka now has all the abilities of a Kitsune, including as such: Semi-Immortality, Dream Manipulation, Enhanced Intelligence, Fox-Fire, Flight, Illusion Manipulation, Insanity Inducement, Life-Force Absorption, Possession, Shape Shifting obviously, Tail Manifestation, nine Prehensile Tails, and the previous abilities of her Spirit Physiology: Freezing, Fear Inducement and Invisibility. Also grants a Supernatural Beauty greater than her previous, allowing an Enhanced Charisma. Which… actually may be a pain in the ass considering Beelzebub.


( Return to IC )


Sayaka took in the abilities of her new form, analyzing every little thing that she knew about it from the mind that the previous owner had. The memories were there, thanks to the girl having taken control of it and allowing it continued consciousness. Taking a deep breath, the new Kitsune looked at the others, smirking as she spoke with a melodious, charismatic voice.

Sayaka; Kitsune Reborn: “Oh.. this feels great. Well, I suppose I should get to business… Katrina. Miss Hikari.”

Cutting herself off for a moment, Sayaka pulled herself together then and there, her eyes showing nothing but true emotion as she now looked to the two she needed to address, but she would save Kat for last.

Sayaka; Kitsune Reborn: “First and foremost, Hikari you will have your alliance. After all of this, you have more than shown yourself an ally of the Kingdom of Wrath; and to me. From this day forth, all you must do is contact me, and you will have my assistance. Second, Grey Watson… despite your shortcomings, I am grateful to you, and I promise you payment for everything you’ve done for me. Thirdly… Kat… I have an announcement to make now. Considering everything that has happened, and the effects on myself… I am stepping down from the Throne of Wrath, and I name my successor you. Katrina. I need you to return to Wrath immediately, send out ravens and make it known everything that has happened. Including to the Embassy.”

This is what Sayaka had been thinking on when they arrived, after everything that had happened, she knew that she had to do this; stepping down from the Throne of Wrath would give her the very freedom to maneuver that she needed to find the source of the curse that had afflicted her. It was time to enter the world as herself, not as the Princess of Wrath.

Sieg:

Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Grey rolled his eyes, an small smirk placed on his lips just due to the enjoyment he got from being able to anger the princess with such an ease. He knew that perhaps it was not the best way to relate with her and that maybe getting on good terms with her was the best thing he could do, but after having her gaining knowledge out of him in the way she did and pretty much clinging her soul into his body, he considered he had all right to just make her blood boil for a little. In any case before he got to make another remark, everything began getting into place, with the female that brought them here offering her blood and the bakeneko deciding to go on with this

Well I do now and I would thank you if you hurried, I want to be able to drink booze and go lock myself in a room with a succubus without having a ghostly voyeurist around

The bakeneko really didn’t lost much time, and Grey had to admit that despite the initial feeling of getting that soul kicked out of body was not pleasant, the void was soon filled. In the end if having Sayaka’s soul forced within him brought up some sort of strange warmth within himself, having it removed left some sort of cold void if one was being logical…at the very least…until the chaos itself seemed to be in glee within him. The scars across the undead face began glowing fiercely for a few moments, as the chaos within seemed to be without a leash inside of his body for a moment until it finally settled down again, and the glow died out just as soon as it appeard, and it wasn’t the only one being happy about this arrangement. A grin appeard on Grey’s face as he just stretched and enjoyed the sensation of not having an unwanted visitor within him, and even if it was disturbing for him the knowledge that she gathered in her short time inside of his head…he still was clearly a lot more relaxed as he eyed Sayaka and heard her words

No problem…in fact…I might make you a discount as long as you promise to keep the…”you know what” between us

His past as a priest, the life of the man known as Damon Wattson was going to remain secret and he would make sure about it, and if she saw as much as he think she saw, she surely knew that his complete and utter hatred for that part of his life would drive him to do terrible things if he had to, to keep it safe and protected. As for the other announcement that former princess made, Grey just chuckled and patted Kat in the back, perhaps a little bit too hard without noticing. Of course one shouldn’t be fooled by his apparent congratulation, if anything he was happy because he felt this could be benefical for him in some way, and knowing how smart he was despite the looks…it was a troubling thought that he was happy about Kat’s current position

Congratulations Kitty Kat…seems like you just got promoted, so tell me, interested in getting back home safely or anything around those lines?

The bastard just wanted to get profit out of her, even if it meant being her bodyguard all the way to the Wrath Kingdom…and who knows what else, in the end he seemed strangely more well mannered in comparison with how he was before when he addressed her. True, you could say Sayaka’s presence within him made him mad and that was why he didn’t behaved in a very friendly way…but…with him you never knew. The worst combination for someone who was on the edge of being a sociopath, was also them having a brain…if anything Kat should have kept her contact with him brief. Use his services and that’s that, but the undead knew his way around people and sadly for her, unless she knew of him, she wouldn’t be aware of what his true intentions would be. Even if she was a witch, even if you could read someone…there are just some people who are good at hiding what they want the most, and sadly, sometimes they turn out to be people who just would enjoy breaking anything before them to get it

In fact I think you might need a bodyguard…I mean imagine the moment they find out you are the new face in charge…so many will just want a piece of you…it will be like if they were tearing you apart with just a look

Razorbackwriter:
Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

Katrina actually looked at this new Sayaka with horrified eyes. What the devil did she just say? No…no, she was never meant to be a royal. She was a Cat…a witch. She had done her Mistress service in saving her ultimately by leading Grey to this place, but to think that Sayaka was stepping down as the Head of Wrath and granting rule to Katrina was …..way too much to process.

“I don’t understand. You can’t…please. Wrath is your kingdom. I’m just a cat.” Katrina reached up and pulled at her own hair, backing away slowly. There was more to being Wrath, and Katrina knew all too well what it meant. Would Katrina lose one of her nine lives just from the shock of it all.

Grey on the other hand was all too happy that Katrina had been bestowed such an honor, going as far to say his congratulations, which considering the circumstances seemed a bit premature. Little did the feline know that he was merely looking out for a way to make a profit, but as Katrina’s head was spinning, the power of wrath was now finding its new home. Out of the sky, just like Mammon’s power had transferred to Lydia, the power of Wrath was now about to make its new home within the body of the feline. Even though she wasn’t entirely ready for it. Blasting down the reddish orange aura hit the cat witch was such force that it knocked her clean off her feet. On the ground she twitched violently – going into a dreadful spasm. Twitching and shaking till the aura settled within her. Once it did, the Kat’s eyes sprang open, staring out at space.

A new ruler was set to make her mark on Hell.

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Hearing Grey’s speech, that those that would now be her enemies, might seek a piece of her, Katrina got to her feet. She looked over her newly charged body and winked at what was Sayaka.

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“Wait till they get a load of me.” With sass she started to strut for the nearest doors. “Come on, Grey! Heel!”

Destination…..WRATH!

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

Don’t make no difference if I’m wrong or I’m right
I’ve got the feeling and I’m willing tonight
Well I ain’t nobody’s angel
What can I say, well, I’m just that way, hey

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just say, say, say
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

You’ve got a problem with the way that I am
They say I’m trouble and I don’t give a damn
But when I’m bad I know I’m better
I just want to get loose, and turn it up for you baby

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just say, say it again
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

I’ve got the stuff that you want
I’ve got the thing that you need
I’ve got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah
Say it again
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah
‘Cause I’m the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

~RB~

(TC – Wrath)

Kiri:
Re: Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
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Oh Sayaka was enjoying her new look, and her new power. She was no longer weakened to things like holy objects, her new racial status meant that she was neutral in that world, perhaps yes, they would harm her, but they could not poison her as they used to. Yokai were neutral on the balance of Holy and Demonic, even if they were on a technical level, demonic, they weren’t poisoned by holy items even if they could be purified like other demons. Yokai were a complicated subject it seemed. Sayaka found something in the male’s mind however that she thought of as interesting. And so she looked to Hikari as she brought it up, letting her form take on something else. It looked a lot more innocent than her new normal form, but that was the point wasn’t it? She was changed, time to change her entirety of her being.

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Sayaka: “Oh, my name is Sayaka by the way. What is a Fear?”

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With the two from Wrath now leaving, and the now neutral princess asking a question, Hikari was already in a good mood after the promise of an alliance. Her original energy returned to her, but she stayed slightly serious as she snapped her fingers, causing a skeleton to drag itself together as she barked and order to it and then turned to Sayaka to explain.

Hikari: “You, go wake up Tazuya! Sayaka, Fear is the term that denotes the unique skills and traits of each yokai. It refers to the “fear” of the unknown, an emotional reaction produced when the yokai represent themselves as “monsters”. As yokai first existed as creatures who induce fear in humankind, the general concept of “fear” revolves around being feared and respected by humans and making them feel small and weak. It involves exerting a wall of pressure to make one’s presence feel larger than the actuality. When done correctly, this also creates a change in the mood and surrounding air whenever a Yokai exerts their ability. What were his?”

Sayaka didn’t waste much time in responding, in fact she seemed almost excited as the skeleton scurried off to the sleeping form of Sloth and would begin to poke and prod at him until he got up and went to the same place where Hikari now stood.

Sayaka: “Speed and Fire.”

Hikari: “Fire-based fear users are able to withstand and survive in intense heat and may even be able to produce fire inside their bodies. They are able to direct the path of nearby fire to suit their needs. Though they are strong in the presence of fire, they can be overpowered by a flame which has been combined with a stronger fear. Speed-based Fear Users are able to move at the highest speeds possible due to their affinity with moving without needing to deal with air resistance like others. Having built their reputation and in other terms fear up because of their terrifying speeds , they are able to reach maximum momentum at a much faster rate . They are able to grow stronger the faster they stay at top speed . Fear Users of this type are known to be able to fight faster then the eye can see and can find it hard to stay slow paced because of their affinity.”

With that Sayaka began digesting all of this information, thinking quietly as she wondered at just how much ability that meant she could use considering her current strength in itself. With this combined with the power of a Yokai she felt that she would be able to grow further than how she had been before. Sayaka had to admit she was pleased.

Sayaka: “It will be interesting to see how this goes, especially with my sw-… Oh that’s right. I don’t have one anymore. I need a new sword.”

Of course, even though Hikari had done plenty, she was still in touch with her Soul’s Essence, meaning she could technically do Sayaka a favor for the last time. So, channeling her power Hikari forged two new weapons out of her own Soul’s Energy. Which meant these were completely spiritual blades able to attack both body and soul. Tossing them over, Hikari didn’t offer explanation, Sayaka would be able to tell now with this new spiritual power. Oh, and before Hikari forgot, she placed a hand both on Sayaka’s shoulder and wrapped her fingers around the handle’s of both swords, binding the souls together.

Hikari: “Here. Also, you have a new Aura as well. A Jaki. It’s a demonic aura all Yokai have, it allows them to corrupt weak minded humans, and is the representation of their power. I imagine yours will be fairly large considering your power.”

Sayaka: “Thanks…. you’ve done plenty at this point you know.”

With that… Sayaka strapped both of the weapons to her side, smiling softly at the girl as she waved goodbye and then turned away; walking straight for the exit of the Kingdom. Ready for a new adventure.

( TC for Sayaka. To ??? )


Final Development for this moment


Spiritual Swords: These swords created by Hikari were made to cut not only the body, but to also slice open the soul. Cutting a target not only causes them to lose blood, but they will lose also their energy and will slowly become lethargic. This means movement is inhibited and physical ability is slowed exponentially. This means the hit target will become weaker and weaker as the fight progresses until they just want to fall asleep. These weapons cannot be damaged by anything but Soul Absorption as they are made directly from a soul’s energy. These are also bound to the soul of Sayaka, if any other tries to use, or pick up, these weapons the energy which they were made from will lash back and attack the soul of the target, damaging their soul until they either are left a soulless husk or drop them.

Jaki: Like all other Yokai, Sayaka has a Jaki now. A Jaki is the Demonic Aura of a Yokai, it is able to corrupt weak-minded humans easily and the larger it is the harder it is to resist; like other auras, this can be used to overwhelm an opponent easily. Sayaka’s Jaki is large in its own right, and through it she is able to overwhelm many low-level demons and Yokai easily from the sheer pressure of it in the surrounding atmosphere. Jaki’s appear to be a demonic wind, however, that does not mean that it can be absorbed like one; it is an aura, there is a difference in that and Demonic Energy.

Soul Connection: Unbeknownst to Sayaka, otherwise now known as Natsu, Hikari’s and Sayaka’s souls have now been conjoined by Hikari having soul bound Sayaka’s soul to two weapons made from Hikari’s own Soul Essence. Because of this, Sayaka and Hikari can now sense each other and know when one another is in trouble. They can also call on one another’s powers, granting them both much more strength than either know at the moment. Hikari does know, however, Natsu does not and cannot learn until she is at her most dire of circumstance.
Sieg;

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
When you have gone through the centuries, walked the path of undeath and had a mind to call your own with you even if you lacked a soul within, you tended to pick up on certain things that despite how time passed never changed. Time went on, the strong fell, the weak raised and grew powerful, kingdoms rose and fell, and so did monarchs and sometimes in the most unexpected ways. An example was this one, the moment he saw how she took upon her new role despite the outside smile a part of him felt a bit bad for her. Poor kitty didn’t knew the mess she was into, she didn’t knew who she was going to mess with…if anything, a part of him that still spoke like that moron of a priest felt a bit bad for her, for what Grey would do to her in the future if things went south. Maybe it was because she was forced into this role while unprepared, or maybe because she helped the former Princess with the same naive kindness he had saved a witch life so long ago…but nevertheless she had no clue of what was to come

Well can’t be helped…better take advantage from this while I can

He had a job to do, an eternity to survive through and if that meant take the world by the horns and twisting that bitch of a life around along with everyone in it then so be it. For now he would be of help, he would smirk just like now and go after her, if she wanted a dog he might aswell bark, if she wanted a partner he would be around…as long as the profit was there, as long as he saw a reward ahead…and the moment no reward would be around…well…let’s not dwell into that now. All he did for now was, just chuckling rather darkly as he cracked his knuckles

You sure I can’t get a try to? In the end might aswell save you a few bucks in doing so Kitten

He half joked and yet half said the truth, in the end why not? He had gotten paid like that before and it wasn’t so unpleasant as it sounded or at least it wasn’t in his case. One night, a single night of joys and pleasures in which if you forgotten about rules and inhibitions you would enjoy and you would save money in doing so, what was so bad in it? At least it was the way he claimed he thought, after a life of upholding senceless rules to remain pure just to die later like a poor bastard…screw it, if no holy being watched over him then why should he live by the rules they supposedly claimed? He was going to enjoy every single taste this world had to offer…and truth to be told, he always had a thing for witches. Call it madness, but no man knew love until a witch came their way, they had a way to do things that left your head spinning, and if the feline with her newfound sudden stroke of power and confidence wanted to, why not? Not like he was being charged to have a taste of beauty in a nice and wild shape. But he decided not to press it, only grinning as he followed behind. It was time to kick down a few doors and claim a nice comfy throne for the Kitty Kat

((TC Wrath))

The First Leviathan – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Kiri:

 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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It seemed to Orimitsu that Astaroth wasn’t very bright when it came to when a statement was given to him in differing situations, including at that moment when he had been threatened; he brushed it off as nothing, however, he never realized that this wasn’t just a mere threat, it was a damned promise. Orimitsu wasn’t afraid to brush away weakness and if it came down to it, he would do so with extreme prejudice, no hesitation to kill whoever got in his way; that was the way this place worked and if they were to survive in this place then Astaroth would have to stop acting like a child. And it seemed that Alaric agreed with that much if not anything, which was another reason that Orimitsu respected the Naga, when it came down to it they didn’t have time to wait and with the Naga agreeing with Orimitsu, the dragon turned and followed him; it would be better to send out more spies and he knew it. But maybe it would have been better to have stayed, for as soon as the Dragon exited the castle, transformed and then took off into the sky; things got interesting for the two in the throne room.

(TC: Unknown for the time being)


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As the two may, or may not, have been conversing about what was to happen with the situation; there was actually a silent battle making its way straight for them one step at a time, or maybe one Flash Step at a time as the combatants went down one by one with a single male moving about among them. The battle was a silent one because no guard that stood against this male with burning orange hair was able to keep up long enough to make a sound, they stood and they fell in the next instant, nothing but rabble to him without any real strength to stand against a fighter of his level and power; they had no control or power over him nor could they. Once he reached the throne room however, a massive brute of a man decided to stand in his way, and Ikki narrowed his eyes momentarily before a sinister grin spread over his face.

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“Kien Setsudan-ki!”

In the next moment an eruption of Demonic Flames blasted through the door, blowing it from its hinges while also revealing just who it was that had done this; as well as revealing the corpse of the guard fall to the floor, having been cut vertically from head to toe. Ikki looked down at the creature with a sneer before taking a single deep breath, scoffing as he spoke to himself.

“Hmph.. one weakling after another today, will I not get a REAL challenge soon?”

With a disappointed sigh, Ikki turned and looked to the two on the end of the throne room, expecting them to actually be in shock; however, Ikki was already on edge with his senses, using his connection to spiritual effects to sense any change in the atmosphere alongside his senses. He wasn’t a fool, he’d heard of Astaroth’s power, while he didn’t fully understand it he did know that it was trouble and he was waiting for it. Rumors were a powerful thing if you could find the right ones after all, and the more he heard the more he knew, whether it be true or not; the truth can be gleaned from lies.

“Whether it be rude or not… I have some questions only you can answer, and I advise you to not waste my time. I’m in a foul mood today, and with your guards trying to stop me from entering the damn island, let alone castle, it hasn’t helped… now. Who killed the first Leviathan.”

Tory:

[RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle throne room

Astaroth nodded. He trusted his advisors. He’d go later and get his own collection of weapons and hand the ones he wouldn’t use to the higher ranks. After all, he had quite the collection of weapons he rarely got a chance to use due to his unfortunate arrangement. He believed it was something like what the humans called house arrest. Only, his was quite permanent. He’d have to see if he could somehow trick his attacker into destroying the seal or barrier or whatever it was keeping him there.
Hah! he was brought out of his thoughts by Salem’s joke. “Maybe I should just take the form of females from now on. See how they like that.” he grinned at the genie and looked for the other two, but found that they had left while he was thinking. He would say they had been rude, but he had an inkling of a feeling that at least Alaric had excused himself.
His head turned towards the door at the sudden intrusion of heat and uncomfortable flames that made Astaroth’s skin crawl, in the literal sense as well as he was in the process of answering the threat by shifting his form to something more suitable to deal with said threat.

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Black feathered wings held out to seem larger and a hand on a hilt of a sword that had suddenly appeared. Astaroth did not dilly dally when it came to dealing with threats on his life. It had only seemed like a flutter between the blue haired elf to the black winged angel when he had in reality hopped to his armoury for a short second to grab the first sword he found.
Now, that is a very good question. Did you ask it in hopes of getting a reading or for the pure philosophical conversation that might sprout from that question? I’m curious.” he smirked at the newcomer, despite being a little surprised that he managed to get into the throne room when the castle was obviously closed for the day. He also wondered how many soldiers he’d lost because of that one person that needed answers to questions.
You could’ve just come when I had the throne room open for questions.” he said, this time annoyed. “You’re not the only one in a foul mood.” he pushed his hand a little down to draw attention to his sword, not to seem threatening or anything, more to just move.
“But to answer you question[/b]” he spit the word out, clearly not in the mood to answer but decided it was best anyway. Hopefully the guy would go away that way. “I have no idea who killed the first Leviathan, nor am I interested. Now please, I really don’t have the time to spare on silly men chasing answers that have nothing to do with me. Leave and come again when my castle doors stand open for answer seekers.” he lifted his forearms up with his palms towards the ground to perform a shooing motion.

Sieg
 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Salem just rolled his eyes as the other two decided to take their leave, finding it in a way funny that those two were in such a hurry. But he couldn’t really blame, in the end given the whole situation it was clear that if anything they needed to fortify their defenses and get ready in case their fears proved true and an invasion went on it’s way. But then again unlike the other two he did not took his leave, or moved from where he was as his eyes shifted from them to Astaroth. Unlike them he would not be able to move from here until commanded to do so, and truth to be told if something made him a bit more calm was the fact that one of them had spies while the other was going to get everything ready. He had his own tasks aswell, but it was here when his ability to just appear whenever he wanted on this island come useful

If you did my lord, I can easily foresee myself that they would start weilding bigger weapons just to make up for their “loss”

He kept joking, while he remained with his usual calm expression on his face until the moment he felt that flames and the doors were destroyed before them. Yet instead of shock on his golden eyes there was only annoyance, as a sphere of golden sands began spinning in his palm until it finally took the form of a scimitar that seemed to have belonged at some point to some sort of noble. The blade itself seemed to be made of gold, the sword with precious stones of different origins placed upon it, it was certainly a rather stunning weapon the one he was holding as he glared in silence towards the intruder. It wasn’t the first time someone decided to drop by in such…brutal fashion, instead of being logical and just knocking the front door…but it was certainly the first time they got this far, and the first time they reached Astaroth before Salem decided to fill their lungs with his golden sands for a moment or two just to teach them manners

What a brute…doesn’t he know how to knock a door and ask for the presence of the Master of this island?

Nevertheless, despite the annoyance this creature brought upon the genie, he never spoke directly or attacked the intruder, yet grains of his golden sands began floating in the air, slowly travelling across it like if they were lighter than dust as he got himself ready in case his lord gave him the command to attack, wich lucky for the room itself never came. And even if he did not attacked, he did not stayed motionless like an statue this whole time. He awaited for Astaroth to finish as his golden orbs glew as a golden gate raised ten steps behind this man, as the sands filled the area inside the gate, spinning and as different colors seemed to dance among the sands. It was a portal, one he opened for this man and that would take him basicly anywhere but here, what did this meant? Well, it meant that it was the same as throwing a dart as a spinning wheel with your eyes closed, wherever he ended could be anywhere, but here, and he would have no control about where he would end. It was after this one was raised that the Genie finally spoke, a polite tone remaining there, same one as if he was talking to a bussiness partner, but there was a certain edge on it, like if he was repressing an insult

The Gate behind you will make sure to take you away, and I heavily suggest you make use of it sir, and if I dare say so myself…next time…please make use of the door in a proper manner, repairing them while easy, becomes tedious

Just as he said this, the genie sightly raised his hands as the remains from the door slowly began moving back to the place where they rightfully belonged, as golden strings seemed to appear alongside them as the genie decided to take it into his hands to repair the damage this person caused, while he secretly wished that the portal placed him inside the most disgusting place possible, or at least, in the presence of someone that would teach him some proper manners. But he kept it to himself, powerful or not, the genie was bound by rules, and unless this man decided to attack Salem would remain passive, but rightfully angered and annoyed of course

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[RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Alaric had been moving down the stairs towards the armory, when all of a sudden there was a great crash of doors that came from above. Most likely to be from the very throne room that he had left. It caused the Naga to stop in his place, though the bulk of his body was finding it difficult on the stairs. Twisting his torso a full one hundred and eighty degrees, his green hues narrowed and showed a nasty streak in the irises, whilst his tongue slithered out of his mouth and tasted the air. There was no mistaking that he could taste ash and smoke of all things, that came from a sudden burst of fire or flame. Was the King’s premonitions correct in that someone would dare to enter the island fortress and attack, or was the King burning the curtains out of boredom? The very tip of the Naga’s tail twitched violently, and then stiffened at the roar of the voice that belonged to a creature or man that he had not heard before.

“Who killed the first Leviathan.”

The jewel headed naga was taken completely off guard by what he heard, and knew that the King’s life might be in danger if he overreacted or even raised a blade in the presence of someone from what he presumed to be the Kingdom of Envy. Somehow the intruder had made it past the defenses, and not only that he had not heard the alarms being shouted and blasted from the battlements. With this knowledge, the Naga quickly headed back towards the throne room, his long muscular body pushing him along the stone floor. The snake like form weaving in an “S” pattern for better propulsion.

As the first part of his body made the throne room entrance, he was shocked by the sight that had now shown itself. There was the King, just before his throne, the Genie of course, who was speaking of a golden gate, that was certainly not in the throne room when the naga had left. The being that had asked the question, the naga assumed – stood between the golden gate and the genie. Was this how he planned to deal with an unwelcome visitor?

The first thing that the naga would do….rather than rise up and make some bold challenge, was to use his brain.

“No one in this room knows what happened to the first Leviathan.” Alaric spoke with every bit of pride that he could muster. “The King himsself is bound to this island fortress. He does not engage with the other royals. He is far too comfortable….in these ssurrounds.”

If the visitor dared to turn his head and look back he would see the jewel headed naga rising up proudly behind the golden gate, its many coils now entering the room and forming beneath his torso so that he seemed larger than he actually was. Alaric was quick to test the air with his tongue, for other scents and smells in the air to ascertain if there were others present, but not showing themselves. All he could pick up on was Ikki…and Ikki alone.

It was now a standoff. The naga was naturally on the defensive, but he saw no reason to make first strike. If the unwanted guest did attempt an attack, the naga would resort to defending himself….and the King if need be. But he did have one question, that had probably not been asked.

“Who sent you?”

~RB~

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 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Surely Pride didn’t think that Ikki was going to enjoy being taunted, by not just him but also his little minion, and then expect him to just leave peacefully; never to really care or return? If he did so, then he was more of a fool and child than Ikki had originally thought, and was about to be in for a rude awakening. He kept what was possibly the best facade of calm in Hell as he listened to Pride and his little minion without any real concern as to what was about to happen thanks to the fact they seemed to be in too great a hurry to get Ikki out of the room without a fuss; like they actually had something to hide. Ikki scoffed at the portal, taking one, two, three, four steps before stabbing the portal with his sword, an eruption of demonic flames immediately occurring afterwards – therefore destroying the portal and incinerating the sands. Ikki had watched every motion made by Pride, easily keeping up with his speed as his face began to be covered by his mask as he rose his blade to make another slash, to incinerate both the minion and Pride himself; however, as his flames coursed down his blade he stopped at the sound of another voice and turned silently, looking back as he listened.

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“Hmph. Perhaps someone in this Kingdom actually has a brain and isn’t so much of a child and coward as to try to make me leave immediately without conversation, though I may love a good fight, I do understand the importance of using your head and not acting high and mighty; I’m beginning to wonder who the real Prince of Pride is in this place. My name is Ikki, and yours? I have come of my own free will, as my Master himself decreed I should make my own decision.”

As Ikki responded to the Naga, his voice was laced with honest annoyance at the fact he had done nothing but deal with cowards all day, however, his voice echoed with a sinister note; it was enough to send shivers down the spine of even the coldest blooded creatures, as it sounded like he was mixing two voices in one. One demonic, one human. How would Pride and the minion reply? How would the Naga? No one could tell until it happened.

 

A Drop of Blood – The Kingdom of Sloth : PD

 

 

Kiri:

 

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

 

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

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


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

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

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

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

Sieg:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Sieg:

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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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 Naga, the Genie and the Dragon – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Sieg:

 

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

And finally they were three, the naga, the genie, the dragon, the three listening to each other and their lord in this time of crisis as their worried seemed to be the same. The three of them knew that an attack on the island would be something difficult to fend off from, they all knew that they had no allies outside this walls, and despite their combined power was great enough to rival the the other princes and perhaps even surpass them…what hope did they had if their numbers were smaller? Salem had seem some miracle battles during the ages, but it was among men, they were relatively fair in comparison, battles defined by intelligence, tactics, and not by the power they wielded, if anything such powers were just a trump card. But also something else worried him, something he had felt but not confessed for the sake of their lord…

Perhaps this is unimportant, given how perhaps my sensitivity to this is Master…but I had an strange sensation myself not too long ago

Genies were sensitive to the use of magic, and it was not something that came off as weird or unexpected since themselves were basically some strange incarnation magic itself took. Their power was well known, and even if Salem himself was unable to act as a normal genie should, it did not mean he did not packed the same power within his humble form of what seemed to be an elf that decided to spend his life on the deserts. In any case, the information he withheld was mostly something he found pointless, something that would bother their lord more than anything…but given the circumstances that maybe would help them

As you know already my kin have their own type of connection with magic…and not too long ago I felt an strange shift, something you could consider an small wave in calm water, as if somebody’s sands had been…tampered with

Salem never moved from his spot, as he began to ponder about the situation himself as he did during dinner last night, something that came off as normal due to the genie’s own silent nature when it came to any event that involved food. In the table he rarely uttered a word unless it was to answer something, and even then he always tried to cut himself off from conversations to be able to enjoy his food. Still this explained why half of the food he had remained untouched during the whole ordeal

I did not considered important at the time, but maybe it has some relation with your currents sensations…still finding the link between this two events is what worries me, but again as I said, it’s not so uncommon that such things happened

He placed his own grain on sand on the situation, so to say, as he tried to end by reassuring them that somebody messing with another’s life span, their own sands, was not an uncommon thing. Still one couldn’t stop thinking that it was strange that genies could perceive such thing, given that their own race was technically not capable of dying. As strange as it may have sounded, death for them only meant being later on, a continuous cycle which they were gifted with because of the most powerful of their kinds, creatures strong enough to make other more powerful incarnations of them, Ifrits for instance, tremble in fear at the mere mention of their name. To be able to say that this beings that ruled over all genies were strong enough to shrug off Death itself and defy it and win, was enough to understand where they stood

In any case, why would they decide to attack us now of all times? To our knowledge the other so called rulers were to busy among themselves…why would anyone risk a campaign against us? or even worst, who would be suicidal enough to go through with it?

And he pointed out something logical, despite their clear numeric disadvantage if the kingdoms remained in conflict why would anyone prefer to launch a military offensive against them of all people? They had a good defendable position, one that made up for their numeric disadvantage, and they really had anything really that valuable for them to come and risk their well being for taking. Not to count that they had not only the power of Astaroth defending this place but also a powerful Naga, a Primordial Dragon, and also a Genie…it would take some sort of strange obsessive and desperate reason for anyone to risk their neck in such a way. And it was this logic that Salem tried to use to reassure himself, at least more than the rest, that maybe it was their imagination. In the end while they all were certainly very well capable of death, what Salem feared for was a fate a bit worse in his own case, cause if losing them all, even the Naga who despite their trust issues he considered pleasant enough, wasn’t enough…Salem feared about what would happend if Astaroth was truly defeated. In the end unlike them, he was still bind by his own chains…if Astaroth’s visions were right, if someone came here and succeed in taking this place…sadly slavery would be Salem’s fate. And he wouldn’t go through it again, he couldn’t, he would prefer to turn himself into a mice and ask Alaric to have him as dinner

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It was all easy to speculate. To put meaning to dreams, or to associate sickening feelings with the dread of impending danger. The Prince needed to have his wits about him, not be further stirred by the likes of Salem – who unknowingly was only adding weight to the Prince’s suspicions and thoughts. The nagas took to slinking into the background, as the arrival of the Prince’s other companion – Orimitsu. The Primordial dragon was known in all the realms for his enormous power and his intelligence was not something to be ignored. In fact, Alaric was hardly surprised by the Prince’s warm welcome to the dragon. Alaric simply nodded in Orimitsu’s direction and allowed him to speak freely. Especially when he mentioned about already having spies moving about in the outer realms on his orders. The nagas was on the money that intel was the best answer currently to confirm the harrowing thoughts that someone was planning to do the Prince in.

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Of course, Salem was not ready to give up in issuing further concerns and even questioned as to who might want to harm the Prince of Pride. The nagas may not have had the insight to read the minds of others, or see into the future – but he was more than happy to allay the Prince’s fears one way or another.

“Who needs a reassson to attack? I asssk you. We are dealing with the other six sins and all of them are unpredictable and at sssome point, mad enough to attack another realm without warning. Take Wrath for example. It isss sssaid that Mammon, the Prince of Greed went after that realm sssimply because a woman took the throne. Isss there any clear logic to that? No…..none whatsssoever.”

The Nagas was trying to make a point, and continued, though he wanted to make one thing completely clear to all in attendance.

“This issland casstle is a virtual fortress dessigned to make invassion incredibly difficult for any army. Not only that, you…my Lord are guarded perssonally by three of the mosst deadly creaturess in all the realms. I won’t sspeak for the othersss, but I will gladly lay down my life for you……and I will take a good number with me, sshould any dare to try and mount an offenssive.”

Alaric looked to Salem and Orimitsu to see them both swear to lay down their lives to protect the Prince….come what may. Kiri:

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Ah Orimitsu loved hearing the optimism of Salem so very well, and with the Prince having his knickers in a twist, things couldn’t get much more annoying to the Dragon; however, he wasn’t in the mood to really deal with the idiocy that would follow, and he didn’t understand the need to point out the fact that it wasn’t understandable as to why someone would target them. Since when did anyone in Hell care enough to make sense at all? Orimitsu sure as hell didn’t, he was a dragon, he did as he pleased and nothing more; however loyal he may be. Orimitsu was going to have to take Alaric’s side this time around.

“As Alaric said, they don’t need a reason… this is Hell, no one cares for sense.”

Orimitsu was being blunt about that fact, and wasn’t afraid to do it again if he so needed to do so, but it didn’t change the fact he wasn’t about to show mercy to the idiots that may challenge Pride. While Astaroth may be a child at heart and be the worst embodiment of Pride in the history of this damned kingdom, Orimitsu wasn’t the type to give loyalty without reason and his was slowly wearing thin. Perhaps that is what brought on his next words in response to Alaric.

“While I am loyal and ready to defend him, Alaric, make no mistake about my character; if Astaroth, if you, show any weakness. I will not hesitate to kill you.”

Tory:

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“A wave?” he sat up with his attention directed at Salem. He was aware of the connection genies had to magic, but he’d thought Salem’s connection was weak due to his situation. Perhaps the magical disturbance was that of such massive proportions that no genie would go without feeling it. Or Astaroth had simply been wrong. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time and probably not the last.
He stood up again and placed his hand softly on Salem’s shoulder in an absent minded gesture as his mind had already wandered off to think of what might cause this shift Salem mentioned. He quickly drew his hand off the genie’s shoulder as he was walking towards Alaric and Orimitsu.
“Alaric, friend,” he stopped by his side with a smile, “The day I ask any of you to die for me will be the day the me now would consider myself truly fallen. If that ever comes to happen, I wish Orimitsu take my life and the three of you move on to your own lives.” he turned to face Salem. “That day you will be free at last. I’ll somehow find a way to free you once your contract with me ends.” he said before spinning his body around to take the last remaining steps to Orimitsu. Knowing the dragon’s dislike for his antics, Astaroth took those steps in a bouncy manner and ended with his hands on the dragon’s shoulders as he moved around him as if he were dancing.
“My dear friend, Orimitsu, I pray-“ he stopped himself. He’d come to dislike most words relating to the heavens since he’d been thrown out. Sometimes he avoided them like the plague, other times he just frowned at the sound of them. On rarer occasion he used them himself and usually managed to bring himself down by doing so. “I hope,” he corrected himself. “That the day you need to kill me never comes.” he winked on his way back to his throne.
“No, I’m not surprised someone is coming. It is just the manner of which I am feeling and the vision that bothers me. I expected this would happen once I was given the title of pride and I’m rather surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.” he sighed and let himself fall down on the top of the three steps leading to his throne. “But it seems like these demons take more issue with women than they do with angels.” he shook his head. “It has been very long since I stopped trying to understand them and began trying to live in their world.” which wasn’t so difficult since he lived on top of a hill on an island surrounded by deep waters that could very well be considered an ocean in the human world. Not to mention the water dwellers and forty legions he had on land. Neither were many but all were powerful enough for Astaroth to consider him safe with them.
“Orimitsu… You scout, what are you sending him after?” he asked, in thought.

Sieg:
Kingdom – Pride Castle
Even in chaos there is always something that starts it all, a motivation of sorts that I’m sure any creature down here would require to do something like this…and trust me, sometimes even among other beings, in other times and places sense and logic become a luxury

He answered back at them, still firmly believing that even behind any action, there had to be always a reaction and always a reason for said reason. He did not said it to those two, not to anyone, but it was the way he was raised, the way he explained the unfortunate incident that happened to him…even in madness there had to be a semblance of order just like in order itself was chaos…or so the genie tried to believe, just to justify what has been asked off him during this many ages, by both Astaroth and all of his master

And don’t worry Alaric, it won’t have to come to death if they reach our shores with that intentions…in the end I don’t have a life to lay down in the line, but I do have something much more terrible waiting for any attacker that come this way…in the end I don’t take kindly when my place of residence, or the ones of my allies is threatened

He did not promised something he couldn’t give, he knew well that genies were not cursed with a real sense of death, and he was sure Alaric knew this as well. The genies did perished, but for them perishing was nothing more than a mere step back, a return to the sands just for them to rise again in another form…painful indeed, but giving them a semblance of eternity. Nevertheless, despite this condition Salem would still defend Astaroth for as long as this incarnation of him lasted, for he knew allies were not normal now days, and friends were even more rare and valuable. So he stood there, tensing himself as he felt a hand on his shoulder and listened to what his master had to say

I just hope he is right…going back to a life of servitude like the one I had…I doubt I could continue with it, without losing myself in it

The genie remained as usual, only nodding as he watched them with the same calm and yet serious expression that was always upon his head even the day the merchant arrived to sell him. It was a trait that everyone had to admit that was impressive, that no matter what his expression would remain unchanged and he would keep worried and pain deep inside, but it was a trait that came with age for him. Nobody in this domain knew what he had gone through, especially in this room, since he was sure that both Alaric and Orimitsu in his position would have lay swift death to any of the masters that Salem had on the past as soon as they bothered them enough, but he did not enjoyed that luxury. The life of slave he hated, it took away much of him only to leave a hollow shell of a former being free as the winds, and it was strange that at the mention of his freedom he reacted so poorly, but it was not his or Astaroth fault. He was happy, but also afraid like nobody else in this room…in the end if they ever failed for them death awaited…but for him…it was a lifetime of slavery again, something much worse, and humiliating altogether

He might had felt some sort of inferiority complex…below the waist Master, in the end many of those who have power do it in those situations…they feel castrated when someone they consider lower do their task just as they do, or even better

He pulled off a joke, now of all times, and about that of all things…but always remaining his calm tone and serious expression as he decided to be silent for now, trying to hear what Orimitsu had to say. He knew of the cunning this creature had, so it was no surprise his spies were crawling around outside, in the end by this point every single one of the people in the room had some way to know about the events on the outside, or at least, part of the events anyways

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Alaric had only so much patience that he could muster during this meeting with the Prince. But after a while that was starting to wear paper thin. He didn’t wish to blurt out and say it, but it was already feeling like someone had in fact died, and they were at a wake. Why not just raise the black flags now and begin the period of mourning? Alaric had tried to use sense and logic to allay the Prince’s thoughts, but it had now gone way beyond that, and though Astaroth was waiting on word from Orimitsu about his spies, the naga decided that the time for talking had long since passed. As much as he would rather be in his secluded hideaway meditating, he knew that they had to prepare for war. Not stand around speaking platitudes as they waited their fate.

Raising up, with his massive coils now moving to gain him extra height, the Naga could not hold back any longer.

“We could sstay here all day and sspeak of possible threats and impending invassions, and that to me is like sitting on one’s handss. I say that we become pro active. If this really is an island fortress, we put her to the test. Get her ready.”

It was like the Naga was tired of the social niceties, and wanted the Prince to man up. To stop lounging on that all too comfortable throne and be entertained by his servants as though he was a boy at the circus. The Naga would be the first to make his move.

“I shall start by going to the blacksmiths and seeing that our armies will be well equipped, and what is needed. It would be better for me to do my job and ensure that the army is ready for any sort of attack.”

At this, the Naga bowed, and excused himself.

“M’lord….Salem…Orimitsu.” He acknowledged each in turn, before slithering out of the room – his long tail taking a while to actually leave the throne room completely. This would leave the three remaining to talk about battle strategies, and what news….if any from the dragon’s spy network.

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Soul Suckers – The Kingdom of Sloth : PD

 

 

Kiri:  

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

 

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“Heh, you’re too slow though Tazuya, it’s hard to not pick on you. After all, remember I’m a small fry able to knock you on your ass if I put my back into it!”

Hikari was teasing him of course, and with the fact that he was able to do such a thing to her wasn’t bothering her, cause she was confident in the strength that she had in order to knock him on his ass so that he couldn’t always tease her; after all, small things pack a big punch when they wanted to. Hikari had to laugh at the fact the man was so… slow, but then again, he played his part well as the embodiment of Sloth, and Hikari was beaming up at him until she caught the scent of another feline and… well something a bit more strange.

“We’ve got visitors.”

And with that Hikari was gone, sprinting with the soulless male’s body following behind her for an unknown reason straight to the very source of the scent. Moving at her fastest, she bounced off one wall then the next, jumping around as she headed for the duo, technically trio, that had arrived. She didn’t take long, she definitely wasn’t as affected by the Aura of Sloth as others, but that seemed to be because of her hyperactive attitude, and when she arrived she looked at them from not too far with a curious gaze; with the soulless Kitsune standing behind her.


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Meanwhile, as the trio landed wherever it was they were, Sayaka finally exited the body of Grey once again, taking on an astral form which is invisible to all others except for he himself, which meant she was seriously in dire straights unless they could find a necromancer soon; however, with Kat out of commission… there was one issue about this place that had automatically set her off to figure it out. They were in Sloth, this was a signature of the man. Sayaka let out a sigh, but instead she looked to the man, ignoring the nearby Bakeneko and focused on replying. Even as the soul of the Princess spoke though, it was obvious something was on her mind. Something about the Throne…

“I am no rapist you bastard, if not for your idiotic rescue attempt we wouldn’t be in these straights… priest.”

Matt:

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Tazuya chuckled lightly at the girls teasing. Though it was obvious he could beat er in a real fight, he did not deny that she might give him quite a run for his money…. The thought of running quickly passed through his head, and he flopped heavily on the ground.

“Just the thought of it makes me tired.”

He said this with no context, and little more information than that, but with all their years together it was assumed that hs little friend knew what he meant. Though the chance to find out was not afforded to them as Hikari zipped off, saying something about visitors. The prince of Sloth followed after her with his eyes, still sitting flat on his ass. It seemed he was contemplating something, and despite there being no one near to ear him now, he spoke his thoughts aloud.

“Where does she get all that energy?”

The reasoning for her being in the kingdom that was the exact opposing force to her nature completely boggled his mind. This was no time for idle thoughts though….. Ah.The thought of doing nothing passed through his head, and he could feel his entire body relax. No! He musn’t fall prey to his own nature at this time. Tazuya slowly pushed himself to a standing position, his shoulders hunched, and his hands tucked into the single sleeve pocket of his hoodie. Now. What was the quickest way to the ground with the least amount of effort? His eyes were scanning vacantly around him, until his purple orbs fell upon the sight of the massive hole he had struck in the ground.

“Perfect.”

What quicker way than to fall? That was his thought process at least, and so in a moment he moved towards the edge of the hole, and prepared to leap down. Unfortunately he did not get the chance though. He forgot of his massive weight, and before he could blink a large chunk of the floor fell out from under him, sending the ungraceful prince in a downward tumble. This lasted for about a minute before he struck the ground with all his weight, and not just what you could see either. With the impact came a small shock wave for a good three yards at the base of the castle. The quacking knocked over lights, tables, and yes, even other demons. For a minute it was all quiet, until the smoke cleared, revealing a massive ball of hardened Brimstone.

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That is when the young demon girl from before appeared once more.

“Lord are yo-”

She was cut off by a racket that sounded of a rock slide, followed by a massive gust. The source was unknown…. Until the brimstone returned to the source. It slowly vanished within the body of Tazuya himself, revealing the noise to be him snoring once more. Though not a scratch could be seen on him from the fall… Had the brimstone protected him?

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Sieg:
Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Yeah sure…no trouble for saving you from becoming that asshole booty call…

Grey had it up to his hat with people complaining about his methods and the way he did things, but quite honestly he did not saw her doing any better when he got there to the rescue, in fact if she looked closely enough in his mind she would see that he was watching the fight all that time, even betting for her at some point, but it all came crashing down like a zepellin covered in flames. As for her calling him priest, he looked at her from the corner of his eye as he seemed to be struggling sightly to carry Kat. As for why he did it? Your guess was as good as his, but if he had to explain, he owed her, and he never left a bill unpaid, well…except bar ones, dear god was he buried in them

Second, if you tell that to anyone I will kick your unexistant ass…and just so you know, forcing yourself into an undead’s body…is considered rape, your lowness

It was by this point that Grey felt with one knee on the floor as he felt how the ground began shaking all of the sudden, glaring forward as he made sure that Kat would remain safely on his arms as, when it finally stopped, he again forced himself to his feet and kept walking. He had to get out of there, or at least somewhere soon enough…if this kept up he would fall asleep too. And quite honestly he did not wanted to end that exposed in the open like that, or even wrost, have the witch wake up and find his body on top of hers on the ground…at least he did not wanted to end up in that sort of misunderstandings again. So he went on, dragging his feet more until he finally felt them, a pair of eyes on him. He frowned deeply, stopping as he tried to hold Kat using one arm, trying to hold her without touching her in too much of an indecent way as he reached for the gun inside his jacket, not taking it out just yet, as he spoke out loud, this time addressing the pair of eyes he felt on them without turning at all

You know…spying on people is not someone actually polite…you could at least introduce yourself

He just hoped that she wasn’t another psycho, or just someone looking for some sort of fight, he honestly wasn’t in the condition nor the mood to have a fight. All he honestly wanted right now was a drink, was to sit down and figure out what to do with his current condition…which also meant that he needed to keep this other girl safe. Yeah…he was not having a good day…but who has it when you just end up stock in a situation like this

Next change I got…I swear I’m drinking my weight on tequila and then going into that bothel I saw…to hell if those elves are 300 hundred years older than me…I just need a reward of some kind

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Ever wake up from a bad dream and wonder where you were? That was the reaction that came from Katrina, when she finally roused from her unconscious state. Blinking slowly, she rubbed her eyes and found that not only was she being shielded by the strange man she had picked up at the Witches circle, that they had landed in some strange place. A kingdom, without a doubt if the statues and artwork was anything to go by. Kat, in her efforts to save Sayaka’s soul had tried to make it for the Kingdom of Wrath. Funnily enough, she thought that the Princess might have had a mage or…necromancer on staff.

“Shit…I think I took a wrong left turn at Albuquerque.” The cat witch was still fighting the urge to sleep for there was something either in the air or maybe an enchantment that made people feel that way in this place. Turning her head every slowly, Katrina recognized Grey. She held up a finger to him but her hand fell and it ran down his chest.

“I…I remember you. Hat man.” Nice to know that she wasn’t totally being forgetful today. She had managed to pick up part of what he was saying…and it wasn’t being said to her.

You know…spying on people is not someone actually polite…you could at least introduce yourself

“Spies? We’re in Russia?” Poor Kat, completely at a loss to even guess where she was. Suddenly there was a nagging pain in her head, that came from when she had been thrown from the Witches Circle by Lavinia. Kat moved her hand up to her head and mouthed an “Owww”, while whoever was watching on may start speaking to the pair. It was as she put her hand to her head she started to get flashbacks of what happened. It made her shiver with fright.
“Blob!…Ugly blob…ate…ate the Princess of Wrath. Lavinia…threw me. You!” She pointed to Grey and groaned again as more images and voices filled her mind.

“The….Princess….her soul.” Kat then looked at Grey as the realization hit her. “She was in…you.” Kat started to poke Grey repeatedly. “You…you sucked her soul!” ~RB~