Darkness to his words – The Sloth Kingdom : PD

The time piece was causing all sorts of dramas, in all the Kingdoms – including Sloth.  Here we introduce the Prince of Sloth himself, who has some unannounced visitors.

Co-written with Matt, Sieg and Kiri.

Matt:

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

 

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This is the Kingdom of Sloth. It is not the grandest of the domains within hell, but it still exudes a certain allure to the city as most of the Princes’ kingdoms did. The Kingdom of Sloth has been closed off for years, none are sure why, but now its gates have opened once more. What shall escape from them? Guess you’ll have to come and see.

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A grand barren wasteland dominated the area. There was no sign of life, and nothing moved. It was as if everything in the area slept, which was not far from the truth. The area was under the influence of a heavy aura that seemed to spread through the ground, causing everything to become slow, lethargic, and lazy….. That was until the ground began to quake, and break open.

A massive gorge opened up in the ground, the rocks of the land falling into the endless pit of darkness. It was unsure what was happening, but it soon became clear as a massive kingdom erupted from the ground as though it were propelled by a rocket the size of the moon. The walls were ancient, the lights dim, and it seemed as though it had not seen the light of day in many centuries. It was somewhat of a sad looking kingdom. However there was a certain power to it as well. Many would wonder how to get to the kingdom as the gorge still had a presence. It stood between the rest of the world, and the kingdom’s massive walls. From the edge of the kingdom poured huge amounts of water, like a bowl draining its contents.

Then it was heard. A massive burst of sound that many would mistake as a roar. It blasted all around the kingdom, waking the creatures that thrived within. They began to pour from the homes, and buildings, filling the streets with their mass. Each of them carrying a different appearance, though there did seem to be certain groupings of them. The most common form was a slug-like being that was covered in a dark hood, with no mouth. Their bodies seemed to be made of magma, and they moved slowly through the streets.

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Other variations did exist, and made themselves known, but we shall leave them for a later date.

All those connected to this kingdom would feel a deep shudder in their bones as the power of Sloth returned to the plains of hell. Even the other princes would be able to feel the return of their long dormant sibling. If Sloth was awakening then there had to be a cause, something that interested him enough that he wished to be among the world once more.

From deep withing the kingdom, at the highest point of the castle was the bedroom of the Arch-demon Sloth, but he preferred to go by Tazuya. He slowly was waking from his sleep, his medium length black hair sticking up everywhere from his rest. He was know to gain a bad case of bed-head after one of his infamous “naps”. The roar that had been heard from the kingdom had in fact just been one of the prince’s yawns.

He slowly turned his body, and allowed his feet to move towards the ground, but as soon as his skin came in contact with the cold tile of the floor, a chill ran up his entire body, and he snatched his feet back onto the bed. He quickly crossed his legs, and began rubbing his feet.

“Ah! Too cold, too cold, too cold!”

He continued to repeat this to himself until his bare feet were sufficiently warm once more. From where he sat his amethyst eyes caught sight of a pair of thick black socks on a table that was only feet away from his perch, but between him and the warmth of the socks were three steps of ice-cold tile. Without a word though he sighed, and at the sound a female demon pushed into the room. She had short purple hair, and horns. She was wearing a set of casual clothes that let a pair of large purple wings expose themselves to the world. Though it was odd because she wore an eye-patch over one of her eyes.

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Tazuya thought that he recognized the girl, but he was more focused on getting the socks from the table.

“You called lord?”

The girl had asked a simple question. Her voice was small, young, and seemingly innocent. How was it she had come here? The lord of Sloth could hardly be bothered to retrieve the memory though.

“I need those socks.”

It was a simple request to the girl. One easily accomplished, but then why was the girl hesitating as she was. Tazuya could not think of a reason…. That was until another demon appeared in his room. He was simple as well. He had a pair of fox ears upon the top of his head, and a silver tail swishing out behind him. Tazuya knew this male as well, but still could not work up the enthusiasm to remember a name, or how he even came to be within his kingdom.

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As soon as the male had entered the room he had covered his nose, and made a sound of absolute disgust. It seemed as though he had an advanced sense of smell.

“GAH!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT RETCHED SMELL?!”

He shouted this though his hands that now covered his mouth, and nose. His eyes were watering, and the hair on his head and tail was standing on edge. Tazuya sniffed the air, and shrugged.

“I don’t smell anything.”

He was a simple man, and did not say more than was really needed very often. It was his voice that gave weight to his words. It was calm, yes, but there was also something behind his words that gave a powerful darkness to his words, making those below him quiver in fear. Though it was rare that Tazuya would ever raise a hand to anyone. Mostly due to the effort it required to do so.

“Damn it! Are you really THAT lazy, that you cant even clean this damn room?!”

The male yelled again, and only moments after he had spoke a dark realization fell over his face as he reviewed what he had just said. The entire room was quiet, it seemed as though the entire KINGDOM had fallen silent at the words of the man. It was as though everyone was having a moment of silence for a fallen companion.

“Wh- What was that you just said?”

Tazuya’s eyes had become covered in shadows that came from his hair, and a demonic energy had begun to rise from around his body. There were very few things that could make the Prince of Sloth lose his temper, but calling him lazy was a fatal mistake that a person was only prone to make once in their life-time. Their last mistake.

“My lord forgi-”

The male was cut off as Tazuya’s feet tapped onto the cold tile of his room. This couldn’t be good. Only moments before he wouldn’t even touch the floor to grab a pair of socks. before the male knew what had happened, he felt the heavy fist of Tazuya slam into the roof of his head. It was a small burst, but Sloth had put every ounce of his strength into this single strike. It was faster than a blink, and louder than a gunshot. The male’s head exploded like a watermelon, and his body crashed through the floor. It continued to break through the floors below until it hit the solid ground of the infrastructure at the base of the castle. Even then there was a massive crater where his body had hit. The bones of the male had turned to dust, and his limbs were strewn in all different, and odd directions as though they had been forced a way they were not supposed to go. Other than that though the body itself was intact. Bleeding, and destroyed forever….. But intact.

Tazuya then returned his attention to the female. His purple eyes seemed as they did before now, and he was slouched forward, his natural bad posture. Even still though he towered over the girl.

“My socks please.”

He said to her, his voice now radiating the darkness that normally hid behind his tone. For a moment the girl was stuck in the same spot, frozen by the fear that she might be next to be crushed into oblivion, but this same fear helped kick start her. She quickly rushed over, grabbed his socks, and handed them to him. In the next instant he jumped back on the bed, eliciting a groan from the structure. Though it was the castle that groaned, and not just the bed. He seemed to weigh much more than it seemed. He quickly pulled his socks on, and then pulled his black boots on over them.

“Thank you.”

He was polite if nothing else, but the girl still feared for her life. Once she was sure she was out of harms way she fled the room, the fear still ravaging her mind as she ran. Meanwhile, Tazuya was pulling his black hoodie on over his head, allowing the hood to remain rested upon his head.

“Guess its time we open the gates.”

He sighed again after speaking, and before he knew it the gates at the front of the kingdom swung open. The gates were massive, heavy, and were built to allow Tazuya’s true form to be able to pass through it. So it took half the city to pull them inward, allowing the light of a new day to enter the gates. Any who wished it could enter now. There were no guards at the gates to stop them, and the demons of the city would not interfere. For they shared their Lord’s enthusiasm. That is to say they couldn’t be bothered with the job, and Sloth was not inclined to put forth the effort to make them. So the question lingered in Tazuya’s mind: Who was to visit his reopened home first.

Kiri:
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In the moments between Tazuya touching the ground till he attempted to punch the male, there was a sudden high pitched giggle and in the next moment a blur as the male was snatched to one side away from the punch, still causing the floor to be completely obliterated from the mere force of his strength itself; however, the male was left unharmed, shaky and pale, but unharmed indeed with the collar of his shirt in the hand of a very short, delicate looking girl. She’d been watching closely, extremely closely with an intensity she rarely showed for anyone else, so it was obvious who she was in all honesty as she made each little motion seem perky, bubbly and overly annoying to an extreme level just so show off the fact she was so hyper; yet even as she spoke there was something about her tone that showed she wasn’t playing around today.

Hikari: “Now now Tazuya, you shouldn’t go killing everyone… It’s not nice~”

Male: “Th-thank you…”

Hikari giggled once more before finally actually looking at the male with a gaze that seemed kind, and inspired hope in him… for a moment, then came the fact that without warning he started feeling his soul being absorbed into her without warning; his true form as a Kitsune was being revealed as she did, but this didn’t change the fact that he was losing his soul and his body was left a lifeless puppet that blinked with dull, flat eyes.

Hikari: “A good body is a good body after all…”

And there it was… seems like Hikari somehow had that effect of being a slight sadist, but in reality she tried to keep a store of bodies, never know when you might need a shell to place a soul in after all; Hikari never knew when it might come in handy and therefore was always trying to stay prepared… would this come to merit soon?

Matt:Tazuya had already become calm by the time that he realized that the male had not, in fact, been under his harsh blow. His demonic presence was also returning to the normal level that it tended to maintain. Without even hearing or seeing what had happened, Tazuya already knew who had just arrived.

“Hikari. You know it is rude to interrupt people larger than you.”

It was a simple tease at the girl about her height, or lack of. This was how they tended to interact with one another, but there was no harshness in his words. Then his eyes fell upon the male at her side. The prince did not fully know about her store of bodies, but he always had an idea of what happened to those that she drained of their souls. He just never put forth the effort to figure it all out. Then it struck him. He quickly turned, and looked down into the massive hole that he had created in the ground.

“If he is there….”

As he peered into the hole he saw the crushed remains of the body in the hole.

“Then who is that?”

He asked more to himself, but it quickly left his mind as he returned to look at his small friend. It had been ages since he had seen her. Sleeping for as long as he did had negative effects as well. Luckily though she did not look any older than before, and was still just as short. As if to emphasize this to himself he placed his large open palm against the top of her head with a grin on his face.

“Ah. Everything is as it should be.”

He mused to himself with a large chuckle.

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We all know now that everything was topsy turvy and simply crazy. The turning of the time piece had thrown everything out of whack and one of the things affected by this was just where would Katrina and Grey end up after she hastily teleported the pair away from the Witches circle. As much as she loved her dear Lavinia, being thrown out of the circle in a fit of rage by the Elder and hearing the whispers of her Mistress had meant that the cat simply couldn’t stay there. Directed by the voice to take the strange man with her, she had clasped his hand and allowed her power to channel her to a place whereby they might find a necromancer to undo what had been done. That was the plan….but not all plans go so smoothly.

Out of thin air, the pair landed, with Katrina crashing to the ground first with a god awful thump. Re entry was not exactly her strong suit. Not to mention she looked like Hell. Her hair was everywhere, and she was still smoldering a little from Lavinia’s attack. Dazed and with a really sore bottom, she tried to get up to stand but found for some reason that the environment was making her sleepy. Was this a magical thing, or….was she simply out of power in this strange place. Katrina didn’t recognize any of it. She blinked repeatedly, then rubbed her eyes with her little fists. From the fry pan and into the fire. Could this place be worse than where they had come from? It was starting to appear that way.

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Seeing the form of the man she had brought with her, she started to crawl over on the ground and tapped his back a couple of times, but each time she was getting slower…and slower. Her head was bobbing as though she was nodding off.

“We’re…..here….I…just…zzzzzzz…Eep!…I don’t…zzzzzz….know where….zzzzzzZZZZZ….EEP! Wake up..wake up Kat!” Kat tried to smack her own face to stop the feeling of sleepiness, till she stopped mid slap and collapsed on top of Grey.

~Snorrrrrreeeee~ ~RB~Sieg:

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
This situation couldn’t have been worst, not only he most likely would be unable to visit a single bar at the kingdom of gluttony but also now he would need to avoid the witches circle for a long while, something that did not made him happy because the fact that the place was the witches territory made it a perfect neutral ground for meeting of all kinds, but no…he had to blow it just because that Prince couldn’t just go eat a big breasted maid or something…no…he had to follow that girl, the very same who pretty much entered his body and pretty much violated any sort of physical, metal or spiritual privacy he had…well…he did not had physical privacy and he did not really had a soul but still! It was rape in some twisted way, but at least he still had the control…at least things couldn’t get worst right?

Son of a moog-!!

He yelled out a half finished insult, one that ended as soon as his face met the cold ground and leave the mark of his face on it. It hurt him, made him recall the first time somebody forced his face on the ground and sadly that might have opened the gates for certain memories that he preferred to keep hidden from the invader inside his body…in the end him basically wearing a preacher’s clothes, holding a book considered holy and going around doing good, not to mention things like celibacy, were things that he did not wanted her to know…in the end if anybody found out he technically was a priest he would become the laughing stock at bars. The idea would have made him blow off, but strangely enough the air itself here felt heavy just as his bones…and it seemed like he wasn’t the only one

Yeah I know we are- wait…what’s with you?

The aura around this place was having a harder time to affect the undead, something he needed to thank his chaos for but that did not meant it had no effect. His body felt like it weighted a ton, but he still had enough reflexes and brain power to put together that something was up with this place…suspicion confirmed as soon as the other female there on top of him. Out of mere reflex Grey caught her, shaking her a bit as he frowned and sighed out. Yeah…his day was getting greater and greater…

Go get the girl they said…it will be fun they said…you will pay your debts they said…and now I’m with shit all the way to my neck

Jobs never came as expected, but one thing was something going off during a job and be forced into an unexpected fight or to retreat and another was to end up a witch asleep on top of him, an spirit pretty much inside of him, and being stuck in a land that seemed to be draining him off by the minute. The worst part of this? He could lay a finger on the witch no matter her looks that he actually did not found so bad…nope…she saved him, the spirit was there to witness everything, he couldn’t blame any actions in him being drunk, and worst of all…she was a witch, he refused to lay a finger upon one in an indecent way again, at least not after what he saw

Why can’t I get stuck in a closet with a succubus again?…is it so much to ask?…

He sighed deeply, his eyebrows furrowing as he started to feel how his limbs felt like they began to weight more than usual. They had to get a move on, where? who knew…but they had to. So Grey basically cursing all along the way somehow forced himself to his feet, feeling as if they were made of concrete as he raised the female, Kat, in his arms, panting sightly in the process. By now he blessed his resistance to this type of things, or else he would have ended up literally sleeping cuddled to the witch for who knows how long. But if he did not wanted to fall asleep he needed something, conversation…anything…

I guess you don’t know where your friend brought us…do you ghost rapist?…

 

Here comes Mother – The Black Tower : PD

While Marguerite  is off at the Witches Circle, Marcus learns more about Madame Green’s visions, till Mother Dearest makes a shocking return.

Co-written with Artie.

(RP- Supernatural Fantasy)

Artie:

 

The Black Tower

 

“Oh, Marcus. I shouldn’t lie by telling you that you were my only reason… Your brother’s life in shambles is my daily amusement, you understand… But I will admit you played quite a part.” The oracle purred, raising her hands to his jawbone. The two would remain as such, though a moment after she would pull away, gazing at him with sly eyes. “Oh, how are you two even related..?” It was a wonder to the Madame – one was witty, cunning, attractive, sly… and the other temperamental, hopeless, and reckless. The Madame could not recall the two brothers having a different upbringing, really, but they were so different they might as well be from different roots. They did, however, share their features of stunningly dark hair and vibrant blue eyes.. That, she admitted, was attractive of Raul – though, in her opinion, Marcus did it better..

“Your mother is a lovely woman.” The Madame would grin, teasingly for a moment more. At this she would twirl away from Marcus, but still hold onto his hand, as one might when dancing and twirling from their partner. Her eyes were bright as she gazed to him, holding mischievous energy but also a paradoxical innocent one.. Her eyes would go to the bar, instead passing the cup he had poured for her and taking a beer instead. “Oh, I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps a drink in these times are best.” Madame would twist the bottle open with her powers, as if she was unscrewing it, hand hovering over the cap.. From there she would sit upon the couch, sitting from it and gazing at the Black brother..

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“Oh, Marcus… Begin fortifications, if you know what is good for you.. A turn of the century for Hell is coming.. and it is not just that of the child.” The woman casually placed her beer on the coffee table, then leaned back against the couch, folding a leg over the other and placing her hands into her lap – this would seem as if she was getting comfortable, but was truly a guise of the paralysis that would come upon her, eyes turning white just as she’d leaned back – her face slackened, head falling backwards against the piece of furniture.. This would last a few moments – Marcus was familiar with her visions. They were, after all, old friends in a world where friends seemed impossible, only allies that would betray you later. Where her visions were normally peaceful, silent… this one caused her eyes to flutter, a soft moan of fear coming from her lips as her brows would furrow…

Razorbackwriter:

The Black Tower

Noticing the sudden quiet, which was unusual in itself when Mother was around, the devilish Black son suddenly found cause to smirk as he swirled his glass of whiskey.

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Mother….had left the building. It was the perfect opportunity to let his hair down truly, and of course with such charming company as the delightfully wicked Madame Green it could become quite the party. Marcus was more the playboy son of the family, and while Marguerite doted on Raul for god knows what reason, it gave Marcus ample opportunity to be the brat. Though older and the rightful heir to the Black family name, Raul was the chosen one to marry into Hell’s royalty. Mother and her schemes. He thanked the stars that he did not cop the same treatment as Raul did. It would be enough to make any man want to tear their hair out.

“Ahaha…The Elders know how to pick their timing.” Amused to no end, and thankful that he had not yet reached Elder status. Back to the oracle, who was now clutching his jaw and asking how it was ever possible that the two Black sons could be brothers. They were as different as night and day.

“Different fathers, my dear.” It would be a shock to anyone outside the family, for while Marcus was the true heir, Raul was in fact a bastard. Marguerite had gone to great lengths to keep that a secret. “My father headed the Black Dynasty, Raul’s daddy….was some one night stand that Mother had with….with…damn what was his name….Shamus…I think.”To Marcus the name meant nothing, and he was more than happy to spill this little family secret. “My father was better looking. Whoever the twit that got my mother in the sack was….he must have spiked her drink. But…that is past and we all know how pathetic my brother really is. It’s all in the genes.” He tapped his nose as he said this and then let out a loud guffaw when Madame Green announced that his mother was a lovely woman.

“Oh you jest, surely.” Marcus continued with dancing eyes as he twirled the woman around the floor of the room as though they were at a ball. “The Devil himself wouldn’t touch her with a pike pole. Even he has standards.” The wickedness of this Black son was something else. “My position is assured. She can’t manipulate me even if she wanted too. I am my Father’s son.” Of that he was proud.

The conversation however took on a more serious nature, when Madame Green announced that he would need to start building fortifications if he knew what was good for him, and it was not just to do with the child. Marcus raised a brow, when Green let this little cat out of the bag.

“Changes in hell are always a constant. What with the twits that rule the Kingdoms. But….if you recommend that we get ready for whatever new threats are out there, I will do as you say. Can’t hurt, can it?” Marcus released Madame Green’s hand and went to ring a bell to order the head of house to come at once so that plans could be set in place for construction. There would of course be some magic required, and that would be done on a united front. As his back was turned however, he failed to see the change in the woman, who had begun to feel a real fear. Something was coming…but what?

~RB~
Artie:
The Black Tower

It was only for a few moments until Madame had sat up straight, with widened eyes and a shocked look on her face. “My…!” Raul was the spawn of Marguerite and Shamus?! Oh, how deliciously juicy! Such a secret much be spoken sparingly, of course… Didn’t want to give away all of her cards, now did she? “Marcus! Mother Dearest is en route. Oh, this is lovely!” The Madame looked excited, clasping her hands together as she began to spin around the room, then closed her eyes. She appeared as though waltzing, only alone in this act – but a moment would pass and her eyes would blink open as she stopped abruptly, Marguerite’s full plan suddenly coming to her, eyes flashing white. “Oh.” Her excitement was gone as quickly as it had come forth, her face a thin line now. “I do hope you’re not too… greedy.” The Madame let her sentence hang, staring at the warlock. Yes, she had chosen those words particularly – the blue of her true form’s eyes beginning to show through despite her current mask – but it was a mere moment, and the brown had returned.

Perhaps, Madame thought, she should obtain one of these kingdoms herself.. Yes. She was fit to be a Princess, wasn’t she? And, as far as she knew – precious Wrath had died a few moments ago. Wrath, indeed. Ah, but no! The kingdoms were beneath her. The witches confided in her when they did not know what could happen – yes, they were strong, but even they did not possess the skill of foreseeing as far as the Madame could. She was, after all, an oracle. And, despite Madame’s reputation as a bitch, this was only to a few – for the witches knew her as she was. Some were even Madame’s oldest friends. While she and the witches never sat down for afternoon tea and gossiped like carefree birds, they did tend to meet up in specified locations where they could not be interrupted, and inbetween their serious business more trivial news was mentioned. For instance, an older Elder by the name of Rudith’s great-great grandson had recently gotten married. While this mattered really to none of the grouping, it was still something to know – but, as Rudith had joked, “As if Greenie didn’t know that anyway!

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The oracle’s eyes had wandered, gazing about the extravagant and ancient room. It was a few minutes that she was lost in thought, before looking back at Marcus, as though just realizing he was there.. “Oh, Marcus. You say you won’t be manipulated, but just you wait until mother dearest decides you ought to go after the Greed Princess. Who, is already taken, but I don’t suppose she particularly cares. After all, you are merely a pawn to her..” While the Princess and Scar were not official quite yet, Madame could see where their future lay – a happy one. Good on the witch, though Mariela did not quite realize the bumps ahead. The oracle sat once more, though she knew that soon would be the time to take her leave. In only a few moments, Marguerite would have returned.. and boy, did she intend to smirk knowingly. This information had only just been revealed to her – the oracle technically knew the moment that Shamus and Marguerite decided to have sex, but it wasn’t as if she was particularly remembering of the situation. No, only important events, like the birth of Bandit and Raul’s son.. “Here comes the mother.” The words were spoken under her breath, a mutter that only she could slyly here. Any moment, and the matriarch would come crashing in. Oh, this family disaster was better than those shows the humans watched.

Razorbackwriter:

The Black Tower

One of the wonderful things about the oracle, was her ability to sense when someone is en-route to the destination where she was standing. The fact that it was Marguerite that was coming was enough to make Marcus roll his eyes. When he had earlier suggested that if she wanted more answers about Raul and this unborn child, Marcus didn’t know that she would seek out the Witches Circle. He was happy if she pursued Raul’s misadventures than bother him when he was in the company of such a rose as Madame Green. He’d just finished explaining how he would heed her warning about fortifications, but there was one he would love to keep out of Black Tower and that would be his own meddling mother. What was worse was that the oracle was about to relay more than just Marguerite’s movements, but also that she was going to test her son’s will against manipulation after the events that unfolded whilst at the circle.

“Oh, Marcus. You say you won’t be manipulated, but just you wait until mother dearest decides you ought to go after the Greed Princess. Who, is already taken, but I don’t suppose she particularly cares. After all, you are merely a pawn to her..”

“What?” It was the only word that could leave the warlock’s mouth. He knew of Madame Green’s insight, but this…this was a bit much. “I don’t date who my mother picks for me, thank you very much.” Already the hair on the back of his neck was bristling, and his grip on his crystal glass was getting stronger. It looked like he was set to break it with the rising anger that was swelling in him. You could even see the beginnings of his dark aura coming to life. “She knows better than to play Miss Match maker with the Heir to the Black lands.”

As these words spilled from his mouth, the room filled with a gale like wind as Marguerite came into view. She had overheard what Marcus had just said, and then glared at Madame Green who had just finished saying… “Here comes the mother.” in a very low hush that was not meant for anyone else’s ears but her own.

“You might think differently when I spell out to you what took place at the Witches circle….Son.” Marg emphasized the word “son” as she removed her travel cloak and handed it to her man servant; Warner. A bald headed man dressed impeccably in a three piece suit.

Smoothing out her gown from the hasty return to Black Tower, she appeared to be in her element, regardless of whatever face that Madame Green was pulling.

Marcus knew nothing about the new Princess of Greed, safe to say that she had killed Lydia. The brother of Raul had no love for Lydia as he found her far too ambitious and greedy for his own tastes. It was fitting that she was the reigning head as she suited the title well. But Marguerite’s statement did raise his curiosity to a level where he decided to bite.

“Well for one, the girl is a witch. Pretty…blonde. I know, not your type but…she uhm….she basically threatened to take down every leader of the Kingdoms of Hell….along with the entire witches council of elders if they so much as tried to mess with her family.” The power of these words was enough to make Marcus’s jaw drop. Had the killing of Lydia gone to the girl’s head? Or was she being tainted by the powers that would have crossed over to her when the Princess was slain at her hand?

“She threatened Lavinia? All of you?’ Marcus knew the Elder held sway of all witches and warlocks alike. Only offering them Elder status when they had passed her testing. Something that he himself had yet to do. Marcus was not normally just go to see Lavinia as she demanded so his rights to Elder-ship had yet to be fulfilled.

“Everyone….even the Dark one.” Marguerite could see the wheels in Marcus’s mind turning over. This wasn’t merely match making, this was so much more.

“So where is this girl now?’

Hook…line and sinker.

Marguerite smiled in triumph. She knew her son could hardly resist a challenge, especially with a girl who had just made enemies with everyone he knew.

“Still at Witches Circle, but if she had any sense at all, she’d return to that kingdom of hers, before word gets out of her vulnerability. Her family.”

That was enough for Marcus, who turned to Madame Green and bowed.

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“I have a date with a blonde. Why don’t you and Mother play bridge….or knit booties for Raul’s child.”

With a laugh he vanished into a darkened mist, leaving Marguerite standing there with her attentions turned onto the oracle.

“Greed….will be mine.”

~RB~

 

The Bothersome Prince – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

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

Co-written with Tory, Sieg and Kiri.

(RP – Supernatural Fantasy)

Tory:

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

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

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

I…would prefer to refrain from the hug Master…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Washing your cares away – The Embassy : PD

A romantic yaoi tale of the Ambassador, and his love Nicholas.  Co-written with Tsu. Continuing on from “Kiss me” – The Embassy.

Tsu:

 

Never in his life would he of imagined what he was doing at this very moment, it had gone very far. Oh how this was well to end shortly, he wondered if he’d request more. Maybe later on in the days or some other time but, he was enjoying it surprisingly. Something about the act he was performing made him want to please Valmont fully and he seemed to be doing just great. Keeping his eyes closed he could imagine his face and smiled at the thought. Feeling the small buck, Nicholas would continue on, his head moving up and down the length. Taking it fully in each time, his hands slightly still squeezing a bit on the lower part, massaging in a way. Nicholas would of moved his head a bit faster, up and down quicker and quicker. Slowly he would let moans slide out from his lips, letting them vibrate against him. After a couple of minutes of repeating, he’d taste the pre and smiled a bit, lifting his head for a second.

” You taste lovely. ” Nicholas said, eyes open and looking at him.

Once he put his head down again, he’d take the tip in once more. Simply letting moans vibrate against the tip only, one hand continued pulling and massaging his testes, while the free hand grabbed hold of the length and started rubbing hard, running it up and down. While both hands went to work Nic’s eyes would look up to watch Val’s reactions, working his little lips off on his tip with moans and sucking.

 

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Embassy of Hell

Those eyes. Such beautiful eyes. When he lifted his head back and Valmont tipped his head to stare down at his lover, he knew just how far he had fallen. Before he could whisper the words that he felt, Nicholas went to it again. His head down and Valmont instantly let out a cry as it was getting all too much for him to keep from exploding. Nicholas was now using his hands and his lips together, so the physical feeling mixed with the visuals was sending him right over the edge. There was now sweat running down his chest, as it heaved violently. Taking in sharp breathes and holding them as he grit his teeth. Lust spiraling out of control now. He looked down to see Nic watching him with his hands working vigorously to bring him to the end. At that point he stared down lower at his lover’s chest, and that was where he wanted to release his seed. Valmont brought a hand down to push Nicholas’s shoulder back with his other hand closing over Nic’s that was working his shaft. Together their hands moved at the same speed and with a deep throated growl, he reached his peak. Small jets of his white sex spraying onto Nic’s pinkish chest. Nicholas would be able to watch his lover’s face as he squinted his eyes tight with each release.

When he was spent, he was still trying to catch his breath but could not hide his smile. Sure he had made a mess of his lover, but to watch his face as he came was more than worth it.

“Now, you really need that shower.” Valmont joked as he reached for a cloth and handed it to Nicholas.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The smell and sense of pleasure coming off Valmont was noticeable, he knew he was enjoying this very much. He had been doing a good job and was happy with it. Quietly he continued on slowly, only teasing the tip more and more with small sucks. He could see the sweat and his chest heaving, he was getting close and it was indeed his time to finally fully take him in. Both hands and his mouth kept on working, more and more. Feeling Valmont push his shoulder back a bit, his mouth coming off and his hand moving with his. Hearing the growl the next thing he noticed was his white sex coming, to say at least it was sure a site. The first time Valmont had done it was inside and he couldn’t see it then but, not this was close up. A small chuckle came from his lips at his words, indeed he needed a shower. Taking the cloth he’d go to wipe himself, cleaning his chest off and slightly licking Valmont once cleaning the residue left.

” You’re free to join me, I think it’d be much better. ” Nicholas said curiously as he got up and leaned over his lovers larger form, taking his lips in a swift and soft kiss.

Removing his lips back off, he’d stand and his hair hung down, over his shoulders and chest. Not being shy had indeed washed away from Nicholas appearance in front of him. He didn’t need to feel so nervous in front of him anymore, it was something he enjoyed a lot. Walking over he’d pick up his shirt and slid it on his body, standing there in just a shirt and his white hair messed in a craze everywhere. Picking up his remaining cloths he opened the door and put his head out, peaking around the corner. There wasn’t anyone so, he was free to go, not that it mattered much. Looking back once more at Valmont, he’d give a small wink and shut the door with a click. If Valmont followed it’d be so they both could simply enjoy a non sexual fest in the bathtub or shower, he wouldn’t push luck on it. A soft humming coming from his lips as he walked down and to his room.

 

 

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Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but smile as he watched Nicholas put on just a simple shirt, before heading off to the nearest bathroom to clean up. It was amusing to just sit back and watch as he walked out of the room, giving Val an eagle eye view of his bare backside. One that he so wanted to smack. The door closed and then Valmont tilted his head back and let out a sigh. What on earth had he done? Was it lust, or love that caused him to act the way he did? It was all so fast, that even now as he was on his own and able to gather his thoughts that he was coming to realize the extent of what had happened between them. There was no running away from it though. Valmont was in love with Nicholas. He raked his fingers through his silver locks and pursed his lips together. He didn’t want to hide this from the world. Nor did he want Nicholas to ever feel ashamed about it. Valmont had accepted him as he was, for who he was. God, he had just made love to him for hours.

“I love him.” Those three words rang out through his mind. He know he said it to Nicholas, and now he was repeating it to himself. As incredible as it was. He had fought against his own nature, and found what he was looking for after all these years in the man that had been at his side for just as long.

Feeling reassured now in his own mind, Valmont finally got up off the couch and surveyed the room. Yep, they really did a number on it. The maids are going to be in for fun cleaning this up. Walking over to the place where he took off his shirt, he picked it up in a swooping action, before putting it back on. No doubt Nicholas got a head start on that bath. Valmont decided he would join him. Going over to the bar, he went in behind and pulled out a bottle of chilled champagne and two crystal flutes, before he too headed out of the office and sauntered down to the bathroom where he could hear noises coming from.

He didn’t even knock, pushing the door open with his bare backside and waltzing in.

“I brought some bubbles, to help us enjoy a bubble bath better.” This was all said with a cheeky grin.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Thoughts had swarmed through Nicholas head as he prepped the bath. Turning the water on he’d feel it to make sure it was warm enough. Standing up he had heard Valmont come in and with bubbles, it was nice of him. He’d walk over and take it from his hand, opening and pouring a little into the bath. The soap would start to rise with the water, setting the container down he sat for a moment and looked at Val. Taking this moment he looked over him, he was really handsome and how he had gotten lucky. A small blush rose to his cheeks from thoughts of earlier, closing his legs and groaning some.

” The bubble will make it more splendid, the champagne will be good to. ” He said finally getting up and walking over to him.

While he held onto the bottle of wine he’d wrap his arms around his neck and leaned up, giving a small kiss. After he’d let go and walk out of the bathroom into his room. Looking around he’d go to the dror to get two robs and some towels hanging, walking back into the bathroom. He’d set the towels down and the others on the sink, the water would be ready as he’d walk to turn it off. Nicholas would strip off the shirt he had on, wiggling his behind towards Valmont some. Moments later he’d get into the tub, sinking down and his hair starting to get wet. He looked a bit small since the tub was huge, looking over at him he’d smile a little.

” Well then, lets bath Val.” He said finally

 

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Talk about cheeky. Valmont couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Nicholas’s antics. He was now embracing this new found self confidence, and it was a joy to see. Even if the view was of that wiggling ass. Valmont slowly peeled off his shirt, as the taps to the bath were finally turned off. The water was steaming and you could see the rise of heat that came from the bubbles. It all looked so inviting. Course, there was the bottle of champagne that he had brought. That would need opening. Unwinding the metal tie, Valmont mused softly to himself. A light hum while he worked the cork till it came off with a loud pop! Good thing that Valmont knew how to open a bottle correctly so that none of the precious bubbly was lost. He tilted the bottle and poured them both a glass each, before setting the bottle down upon the vanity. Already the mirrors in the bathroom had fogged up, and with a dimming of the lights the setting couldn’t have been more romantic.

“I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a bubble bath. Well, not like this anyways.” Taking a bath with a lover was a new experience, and one that Valmont planned to relish.

Setting down the glasses on the bath edge, he stepped into the water – one leg at a time. It was hot…damn hot, but enjoyable. Valmont released a sigh as he let himself lower into the waters, all the while watching his lover who know had the edges of his hair getting wet. it only made him look more attractive.

Valmont took both glasses, and then handed one to Nicholas.

“To a new adventure….” Valmont went to tap the edge of his crystal flute to Nicholas’s. The choice of words for the toast were unusual, but they held a lot of meaning. Valmont hoped that this budding new romance was one that had a future, though it was bound to lead them into uncharted waters, thus the implication that any path they took together was an adventure.

After taking a sip, Valmont asked. “So, how long have you wanted me to be your lover?’ Talk about being direct.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

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Nicholas had sat there and watched Valmont get in, talking about the first time taking a bath like this. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he got in. It was amazing to see him naked over and over again, something he’d have to get use to. Once Valmont handed him the glass he took it and let it go against his in the toast. This would indeed bring many adventures, he was willing to go on each and everyone one of them with him.

Yes, there will be many new adventures and new experiences, hopefully.” He said to him.

Nicholas had turned himself so he was sitting in front of Valmont, legs together and neat. He was small so he’d be able to fit easily between him and in the tub. It was one of those perks of being small though in the long run it wasn’t very helpful. A lot of things were needed to be done with higher height. The thoughts washed away as he took a sip of his wine, chocking a bit at the direct question. Nicholas patted his chest some coughing once, that was Valmont for you. He wondered on when he did start thinking about that. Lost in thought he took another quick drink and set it on the side, looking at Valmont.

” Lets see.. a couple of months ago. Over the time of working under you and watching you, I just kinda fell for you. I wasn’t sure how but, it happened. With all the ‘clients’ and things you have and cause of how I was made, I didn’t honestly think we’d come this far. But, now I know that things can happen for the impossible.” Nicholas said with a smile.

He laid his head back in the water to soak his hair fully, it draping against his face now. Lifting up a bottle of soap he’d squirt some into a sponge.

” So.. who’s going to get cleaned first? ” The boy asked with a small playful smirk.

 

 

 

The Kingdom of Pride – A Royal Pain : PD

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

The Castle of Pride is situated on its own island in the middle of a vast lake in Hell.

Tory:
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Astaroth was bored. In fact, he was extremely bored. But despite that, he was anxious as well. The pain in his stomach still hadn’t left and was slowly spreading up to his chest. He didn’t consider it a good sign. Chest pains were usually never good.
But the boredom, there was nothing to do. He’d already ordered his legions to prepare and informed the serpents in his waters about the possible invasion that might be coming sometime soon or later or whenever. All he could do was let them know that they should expect it. He could give little else. He’d already made sure that his subjects wouldn’t visit with their small scale problems of land or fish or marriage or cheating. He was regretting that decision. He definitely wouldn’t be this bored if he hadn’t. He might’ve even had fun and forgot the pain in his stomach a little.
The pain. It had started a few days ago and Astaroth had no idea why. All he knew he was hit in the head with the memory of that one rather annoying and painful vision at the same time it started. He suspected it was more than a happy coincidence.
At the moment, he was sitting in his throne. A lavish chair on a small pedestal framed with curtains that Astaroth could fell every time he closed his castle for commoners. He was a nice prince, so he didn’t do it very often. He knew he needed to socialise with his people to have them like him to follow him.
The throne room itself wasn’t all that big. It was really just a small part of the castle. Astaroth liked sitting in his throne simply because of the chair’s comfortableness, so he’d made sure the throne room wouldn’t be too large so that sitting alone in there wouldn’t be weird. The size of the room also kept the echoes to a minimum. There was nothing more awkward than the clanking of shoe or boot soles against the tiled floor while a person walked a long way in silence towards a seat with everyone else’s eyes on them. Astaroth had had a bigger throne room before. It was a big mistake. He’d changed rooms pretty quickly. Now the old throne room was a ball room and he had a new, much more comfortable, one.
He was lying in his throne. Sort of. His cape and his stomach were crinkled and Astaroth was making funny faces to pass the time. Funny faces could only keep him occupied for so long though and soon he was covering his face with his hands and complaining loudly.
“There’s nothing to do~!” usually there weren’t echoes, but Astaroth had moved the curtains so that they didn’t prevent the echo like they normally did when they were down around the sides. He’d done that for the complaining. Since he was alone in the room, he could laugh about the echoes as a child would. Boredom brought his humour down a few levels.
He giggled like a school girl when the sounds bounced of the walls and back to him. One might think he was far beyond normal drunkenness by now. But he had had nothing to drink.

Sieg:
Kingdom – Pride Castle
It was a good day for Salem, in fact it was a great day for the genie as he was inside his little pocket dimension, a little world within this one. He basicly finished his duties for the day last night, setting his a few defenses, changing a few things from the castle, a few from the island, so right now he was in his little island. Call him weird for basicly turning his own pocket dimension into an small tropical island in the middle of the sea with a house right in the middle, but honestly, why would he care? He was a genie, this was his world, and if you said something bad he could turn you into a toilet and leave you in the beach until you left…in fact he did it to someone once…

Hmph…there is nothing interesting today…

He basicly sat on a chair in his own private beach, enjoying how the sun didn’t burned his skin and just kept things at the right temperature as Salem was reading a newspaper written in some weird and strange lenguage. Quite honestly if he actually resorted to reading a newspaper from his own realm to relax, one could tell how restless he felt. He needed to kill time, but quite honestly doing it alone proved to be boring…and trust me…he tried everything by this point, a few things that made him want to bury his head in the sand by remembering them. Funny enough his salvation came in the shape of a mirror that floated next to him, showing him the events at the castle

…if he having some sort of seizure?…

It’s all he could say as he stared a what Pride was doing as he groaned and shook his head, quite honestly, from all the masters he had this one was a rival for the title of most random and childish…but, he figured that this was better than him freaking out. Ever since he had that vision things got weird in the castle so…this was bound to happend. But he figured the little girl giggling would happend after he won the battle…but, at least he wasn’t mad or yelling around, that was good. Still, he figured he might want to drop by and stop him before somebody sees what he is doing

Might aswell embarrass him a little…heh…

Salem stood up from his chair, stretching a bit as he snapped his fingers and some strings of magic sand going across his body later he went from just sitting there on his boxers to be wearing his usual attire. The next thing to do was clean up, again he was a genie and in his own world he was king so…an snap of his fingers fixed this. With that done he stretched again, placing his usual poker face as he just vanished from here. As for where he would appeard, he decided to do it next to Astaroth throne, basicly his form appearing from air as a few grains of golden sand floated around him only to vanish later. And as it was usual for him he kept an straight face accompanied with a polite tone…holding himself back from laughing at this little display

Master…what might you be doing if you don’t mind me asking?

Aside from laughing like an overexcited school girl that is…heh…

The last part, a through that he forced to the back of his head only to don’t laugh, as he watched Astaroth, hoping the prince wouldn’t do anything even weirder that would cause the genie to break the mask and just laugh. He had a bet with another servant that he could spend at least the next hundred years without a single solitary giggle coming out from him and he damn well expected to win it!

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Another part of the castle that was shielded by giant trees, was a sacred place where Alaric came to meditate and reflect. It also gave him the solitude he needed to think. Deep beneath the forest green foliage there was various statues, that were in a circular formation, the center of which had a large symbol that was made out of stone, but the spaces between were covered in a fine moss. In the midst of this setting, Alaric was seated. However only part of him was in a human form, the rest was that of a large coiled snake. The size of the coils was colossal, and so richly coloured he was truly a magnificent sight. He wore on his torso nothing but a silken vest that was adorned with metallic designs that ran along the edges. Most notable was the large jewel centerpiece that was embedded in his forehead.

With his elbows pointed outwards, his palms touching together – fingertips in perfect alignment, he was the embodiment of spiritual energy and reflection. Alaric chanted in a whispered hush with his eyelids closed. The edges of his eyelids eyes were painted with a black dye, that set off his dark skin. It was more than just sun kissed. Alaric enjoyed receiving the filtered rays of light that came down through the gaps in the trees and illuminated his entire being.

There was nothing Alaric liked more than this moments of seclusion, where nothing or no one could disturb his peaceful state of mind. Nagas were usually solitary creatures, so it was unusual for him to serve a Master. But then again, there was no other Prince of Hell quite like Astaroth. Alaric had been in the Princes service for as long as he could remember. His right hand man, one could say as the Prince of Pride had a soft spot for serpents and creatures of his nature.

A day like any other. That is how it started and the religious practice of meditation was going as per normal. That was until the sounds filtered through from the palace that someone was up.

“There’s nothing to do~!”

Slowly, one eyelid opened and the eye darted to the direction to which the sound came from. Alaric stopped his chant and lowered his hands to his sides, while he turned his torso towards the palace proper. The owner of that voice was well known to the nagas, and he knew now that his morning ritual was over. Only a fool would keep the Prince waiting, when he had obviously opened his curtains in the main throne room to alert all of his boredom.

“No ressst for the wicked.” Alaric thought as he raised up like a king cobra and then began to slither from his sacred site to make his way towards the palace as quickly as he could.

On arrival, it seemed someone else had beaten the nagas to the punch. he could hear his questioning tone as he slid in through the doors. Oh….it was the Genie. Trust him to be at the Prince’s side so soon.

Master…what might you be doing if you don’t mind me asking?

“I was about to asssk the sssame thing, Sssalem.” Alaric’s tongue slithered out each time he said ‘s’, his eyes narrowing to slits as he stared at the all too stony faced Genie. He often thought there was a lot more to that creature and would be wise not to take him at face value. Truth was, the nagas didn’t trust him one bit. Then again, he didn’t trust many at all. Trust, like respect had to be earnt.

The Nagas bowed ever so politely, as its long tail took its good time in entering the room completely.

“Your Highnesssss.” Alaric was always one for being direct. “Found a sssmall lump in the cussshion of your comfy throne?’ ~RB~

RPC – Alaric Sharmar : The Princess Diaries.

Name: Alaric Sharmar

Age: 720 years

Race: Nagas

Appearance: Black hair, olive complexion, green eyes, with a round face. Razor sharp teeth in all forms.
The length of the Nagas is only about 14-16 feet, in human form 5’6″-5’10”

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Nagas are usually described as part-human, part snake Nagas have jewels either in their hoods, necks, or heads This jewel is more than just a decoration. The jewel forms in throat of the Nagas, and it emits a light brighter than diamond. Should a Naga need to discover anything in the dark, it need only disgorge the jewel then swallow it again when it is ready. Though coveted, misfortune would befall anyone who killed a Naga to obtain the jewel. It is possible to obtain it by throwing dust upon it when it is out of the Naga’s mouth
Some descriptions claim that the Nagas have jewel-studded faces or scales. The Naga have three distinct forms as follows:
1. Human: fully human body with serpents crowning the head or growing from the neck
2. Split: upper body of a human with the lower region in snake form
3. Serpent: as a common serpent, usually with multiple heads.
These forms are considered separate from the ability to transform into other living creatures, such as humans or lions, because the Naga’s three forms above are a part of its own nature. Depictions of the Naga may favor one of the three forms described above, depending on the time period, region, and religion.
In its human form, the Naga is characterized by the polycephalous serpent-hood. A Naga may have a crown of serpents or serpents around its neck, but usually the human figure is hooded.
In the split form, a Naga has a human body above the waist with a serpent body below the waist. The torso and above have human characteristics, including arms with five-fingered hands. Below the waist, serpent anatomy presents a strong tail, sometimes dubbing this form the ‘mermaid form.’
In its serpent form, a Naga will have multiple heads. The number varies but is uneven; the most common counts are three, five, or seven. Sometimes the serpent form presents with a human face.
While a Naga may take the form of a human, they don’t belong to the human world at all. They belong to Nagaloka, the mysterious realm of the serpent.
Nagini were known for their beauty. Stories describe their fair hips and their faces as resembling the full moon. Nagini are clever and are always well dressed, and when they appear as nymphs or women, mortal men often fall in love with them.
Male Naga have slate-colored skin and cold, serpentine eyes. Apparently, the male Naga’s visage is responsible for the evil nightmares about snakes and snake people.

Nagas have deadly venom, but they also carry the elixir of life and immortality. They have the gift of medical knowledge to heal poison. The Naga’s bite is so poisonous it is described as ‘setting fire’ or ‘fiery.’
The destructive nature of poison resembles that of fire. This is why poisonous serpents have a high degree of tejas, (Sanskrit for ‘heat’ or ‘fire) a magical energy ascribed to living creatures.
Nagas only harm mortals when they are mistreated, so many superstitions exist to evade the wrath of a local Naga. This is because so deadly is the Naga’s venom that a Naga’s breath or stare could case harm or kill.

Ability – Shifting ; A snake going to human will grow legs and arms, or a human becoming a snake will have their arms fuse to their sides and their legs to each other, lengthening and becoming a tail. Hair sinks inside the skin, skin and bones rearrange in a grotesque display as the body shifts and lengthens… all in 30 seconds. For the Naga, shape shifting is not painful – it’s actually quite cathartic. They look just like any other human in their human form, with no distinguishable physical feature that would reveal them to be Nagas.

Any clothes they are wearing remain as they are. That is, if they are in their human shape and shift into the Nagas shape, the clothes are likely to tear. If they go from snake to human or Nagas, they’re going to be naked… snakes, after all, do not wear clothing. Clothing, jewellery, and possessions do not go anywhere – they remain exactly as they were. A Nagas with pierced ears that goes from Nagas to human will certainly keep the piercings when they shift back, but lose the earrings, but if they were to go to their snake form, they would similarly fall out. In their Nagas form, while having a humanoid torso and arms, they have a serpentine head to allow for their mouths to unhinge and swallow much larger prey.

Alliance: Pride

Status/Job: Right hand man to the Prince of Pride

Personality: Sly, clever, intelligent, adaptable, loyal, defensive, devout, angered when provoked.

Relationship Status: Single

Orientation: Straight

Likes: Rats, other small rodents. His Master, the Prince of Pride.

Dislikes : Dislike of the cold. If in prolonged cold temperatures, get extremely drowsy. Can, and will, hibernate.

Strengths ; Speed, agility, strength.
Weakness; Cold climates, ice, being frozen.

Background: WIP

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The Witches Circle – Power and Corruption : PD

 

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Witches Circle

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

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

Oridin Lexington : ” H-Hello.”

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

 

Dessy:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Witches Circle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He took another step closer and leered.

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

~RB~

Guess who is coming to dinner – Part three – The Greed Kingdom : PD

Scar’s past was starting to catch up with him, as Alice would soon reveal.  Part Three of “Guess who is coming to dinner.”

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Having Mariela standing beside him and staring at the mirror, she saw exactly what he did. Mariela was no fool and knew that the enchanted looking glass had magics that she was yet to truly understand. The fact that the gardeners decided to bring the mirror into the castle itself was certainly not approved by Scar, or the Princess. Later on it would have to be dealt with, but for now they had Mariela’s family waiting and it was probably a good idea to get a wiggle on.

With Alice distracting Mariela momentarily, Scar squinted at the mirror and even tried to touch his nose with his tongue, till he heard Mariela call back for him after threading her arm through Alice’s.

“Coming?”

“Yes, of course, your Highness.” He was quick to respond, and it may have come off as being overtly formal. He didn’t say ‘my’ but went to using your highness as a mark of respect. Scar saw the offered hand and quickly took it, coming up along side her with Alice happily skipping on the other side.

Yes, Scar knew Alice alright. She had caused a great deal of trouble over in Wonderland, some of it good, some of it bad. Hopefully, she would be able to keep certain things to herself, and not try to compare the Kingdom of Greed to that of the Queen of Hearts court.

Alice then decided to make small talk as it was something she was fond of doing.

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“You’re very pretty, Princess Mariela. Nothing like the Queen of Hearts. Oh…she was a nasty one. All you had to do was say one wrong thing and it was off with your head.’ her voice had a merry tinkle like sound to it. Child like and yet….something was a bit off. Alice wasn’t a child. In fact she was a young woman. Could it be her heart was forever young? “You don’t lop off people’s heads, do you, Princess Mariela?” The girl was full of questions, as Scar coughed loudly.

“Oh I am looking forward to seeing you eat, Alice.” He said this cause when she had food in her mouth, she stopped talking. Scar rolled his eyes and then offered Mariela a smile.

“What is keeping your family? Hmm?” He looked around hopefully, cause their conversation was going to be a hell of a lot better then Alice’s.

Alice started to giggle when Scar mentioned that he liked to see her eat. “You say the sweetest things, Hatter. Though, I have to wonder. Why aren’t you mad here? You…are far too normal. I find it strange.” She quirked a brow and pursed her lips together as though she was trying to figure him out. “Not scared of losing your head here, are you? Keeping up appearances?”

Oh this girl was getting on his nerves fast.

~RB~

 

Dessy:

 

Scar was being overly formal… and it caused her to raise an eyebrow, but she just shrugged it off. When Scar took her hand, she gave him a smile, before looking over at the very happy Alice. She wasn’t sure how much this girl could be trusted… so wouldn’t tell her too much right now. After Scar took her hand and Alice linked arms with her, she then headed off to the dining room.

“You’re very pretty, Princess Mariela. Nothing like the Queen of Hearts. Oh…she was a nasty one. All you had to do was say one wrong thing and it was off with your head.”

Alice spoke, and Mariela turned and gave her a smile. “Why, thank you, Alice.” she thanked kindly. “I’m nothing like the Queen of Hearts, in case you haven’t noticed.”she then said, turning to look forward again. At Alice’s questions, Mariela blinked before looking at her. “No…” she answered slowly. “I would prefer not to. I had enough blood on my hands today… I’d rather get anymore.” she spoke, both metaphorically and realistically.

At Scar’s comment, Mariela turned to him and glared. Apparently, he didn’t like Alice. At least… that’s what it sounded like. But when he smiled at her, she smiled back. “They’re probably at the dining room waiting.” she spoke. Alice began talking again, and calling his comment… sweet. This caused her to tilt her head and raise her eyebrows at the girl. “I don’t think Scar was trying to be sweet with that statement, Alice.” This girl didn’t seem very bright…

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Alice asked Scar questions, and she stayed quiet. She didn’t know how to answer them, so she decided to let Scar answer those questions. She looked around more as they reached the dining room, before seeing her family and Tessa waiting by the door. They gave a confused look at Alice, but she just nodded, basically telling them she’d explain later.

 

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Kingdom of Greed – Castle 

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Was it possible to have a person in one reality and then another version of them somewhere else? From what Alice was saying, in Wonderland, Scar was known as Hatter, whereas in the Kingdom of Hell he was a demon of nightmares. Though he had changed so much since he arrived it was hard to believe that he was the same person at all. Even Mariela would swear to that. She had found him very difficult in the beginning, but he soon proved his worth and repeatedly put his life on the line for her. Ending up back in Wonderland, courtesy of the mirror though was not something he had ever envisaged happening. What was equally weird was that Alice was able to step out of the mirror and into this reality all by herself. Though the truth was more that a fumbling gardener had accidentally activated the mirror into life. The mirror was on loan to Greed from Raul – who was Lydia’s beau for a short time. He was the one that truly understood it, and had used it previously to gain access to other worlds. Planes of existence that was out of reach to most magical creatures. There was one or two that could walk between the planes without the need of a magic mirror and unbeknownst to Scar, the spider that they had been trying to track down from the Blacksmith shop was one such creature with that power.

Alice had been inquiring as to why Hatter was acting the way he did. She even was wanting to know if he was afraid of being beheaded by Mariela. The very notion that the witch Princess would ever do such a thing was laughable. Lydia was known for odd bouts of cruelty, but even so, her mantra was never “off with your head”.

“Alice, I could never say that the Princess would be so terrible that I would fear for my head. Truth is, even though this is hell and a Kingdom of Sin, the Princess is not evil. She’s nothing like the Queen of Hearts.”

As he said that, he gave Mariela a warm smile, and reached for her hand to squeeze it as reassurance. It was a gesture that was seen by Alice, who looked a little bit upset by it. If what she now started to understand being truth, then Scar loved the Princess, very much.

“And you’re not mad…because?” Alice simply couldn’t let it drop.

 

“In Wonderland I had a very good reason to be mad. Anyone would in that crazy place. I won’t say that Greed is perfect by comparison. I’ve not yet been able to experience one normal day, but its now run by Mariela and i know that great change is coming.” Scar wanted to be optimistic on that level. After the lunch, there was going to need to be a few major decisions made. Sean, Sam and Tessa didn’t belong in Hell and as much as Scar wanted Mariela to enjoy her family while she could, eventually she was going to have to say goodbye. How would Mariela cope with no longer having them with her? Scar was starting to think she was going to need all the support that she could get, and he knew that no matter what happened, he would not let her down.

Entering the dining hall, Scar smiled on seeing Mariela’s family assembled. “Sorry for the delay. Unexpected visitor.”He motioned to Alice, who was staring up at a portrait of Lydia….who looked exactly like the Queen of Hearts. The clothing and hairstyle were different, but it was the same woman.

“Why is the Queen of Hearts on the wall?” She asked, her mouth wide open and her eyes widened with shock.

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~RB~

 

Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen (1) : PD.

Raul’s true nature is finally revealed.

Kiri:

 

Re: [RP]Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen

 

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‘Things are going from bad to worse then.’

Zachary’s head began to spin as he listened to the words of the male fallen, knowing that things were serious if Raul had been defeated only to bounce back this fast. Zachary was trying to figure out how Raul might have figured out in the first place, after all at this point only the Embassy should know aside from Raul himself. Which meant…… Madame Green!

“Tch… figured she’d be the one to start shit right off the damn bat!”

Zachary let out a deep growl, the growl of a demon, as his hand lashed out sideways, hitting the wall with a thud. Sure, the was angry, but this was no time to get worked up. With a deep breath, he reigned in that anger and focused back onto the two fallen. As a Nephalem, he was actually human despite being the offspring of an Angel and Demon. But no one knew that… yet; they were going to get a crash course soon if Raul got here any time soon. Zachary followed the male into the room, nodding at his words while closing his eyes and gripping his sword with both hands.

With a firm pull, Zachary freed the blade from its sheath, while at the same time unleashing both his Holy and Hell-fire at the same time, mixing the two together. Both flames erupted on his body and the blade, the tip of his tail burning while twin horns of blue flame formed on his forehead. The flames were both of the same mystical blue, unnaturally calming and disturbing at the same time thanks to the mixture of the two opposing Flames. The two fallen would have recognized the two flames for what they were entirely, Hell and Heaven mixed into one. Was that enough to give him away? Who knew.

“If we’re needing to prepare, then I’ll be sure to be ready for him. Valmont and Nicholas may be well on their way, but who knows if they’ll get here in time. Might I ask for your assistance sir?”

Zachary said as he began to walk outside, still slowly drawing the sword from its sheath. Once he had made it outside, he finished drawing the weapon and whipped it down, causing a small wall of flames to blaze between him and the home of the two fallen. It wouldn’t burn the fallen or Bandit, but if Raul got there and tried to get in… well he’d be in for a surprise considering that those flames were made to keep Raul out, and Bandit in. They didn’t burn, they simply repulsed. At least, for that intended purpose they did.

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Re: [RP]Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen

 

“What’s in me?” The blonde looked at the woman, a terrible panic coursing through her body.. “Am I going to die?!” The thief’s voice rose in pitch with those words, breathing hard… Oh, but it was so much worse. A terrible cry came from Bandit’s lips, the child within Bandit feeling her distress as the aura of power from her abdomen only grew. “I’m.. Oh, god!” The blonde buried her face into the pillow that she held against her, the thoughts of panic racing through her head. How could this have happened? “With his.. Oh, oh.. I am already dead..” Bandit did not have it in her to kill the innocent child developing in her womb.. but the terrible truth was that she had Raul’s child. No matter how she tried to run now, the child would always tie her to him. Escape was not an option at this point. 

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Nevermind, what would her son/daughter be like? What type of child could spawn from Raul? What type of child could spawn from her? A mix of that could not be good, surely.. Bandit looked up at the ceiling, lifting her head and breathing out slowly. So much stress… Her body couldn’t keep taking this. Birth was so far away, it felt, but would this child be different because of its race and all attached? Would pregnancy be quicker? How would it grow? How could she care for a child with powers when she had none… assuming the child did develop powers.. How weak would it be? How strong? So many questions.. Bandit wiped her tears off of her face, attempting to appear somewhat composed as she slowly fell apart within, power from the child steadily growing with each wave of distress its mother felt..

 

 

 

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Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen

Poor Bandit. She was now terrified beyond belief. Wondering what was inside her, when there was that moment that the unborn child made itself known. “Am I going to die?!” The girl was beside herself. Amala rushed to her and tried to pull her into an embrace. “No no…no you are not going to die, Bandit. We would never let that happen.” Amala’s words were meant to be reassuring, but there was no mistaking the panic in her eyes. The realization of the fact that Bandit was pregnant, sent the girl into a melt down. Amala released her as the girl sank onto the bed and buried her face into the pillow nearest her. Amala clasped her hands together, deeply troubled and trying to think of something that she could say, that could stop the girl losing it completely. All she cold do was nod, when Bandit started to blurt that the baby was Raul’s. No matter where she went, she would forever be tied to that man, so long as the child within her continued to live.

What choices did she have now? The child was the spawn of Raul the Black. That alone would send shivers through the strongest person, not to mention those with magic that could see and feel the power. Amala’s eyes cast down at Bandit’s stomach. A horrid thought going through her mind. There was one way to stop the madness and that was to cut the child out and destroy it. Would Amala even do such a thing? To put her own life ahead of that of this unborn and innocent child? She could not help but think that if this child was born, it could destroy them all, if it were to be taken by it’s father.

No doubt, the look on Amala’s face would be a giveaway for what she was thinking. Her heart was pounding hard as she weighed up the options. Habib was outside now with Zachary, who had already unsheathed his weapons, in preparation for what would be a great battle. Would the Ambassador and Nicholas arrive in time to help fend off the Warlock, who would now be enraged beyond belief, that not only was Bandit taken from him, but his future son or daughter? He knew….and there would be no stopping him now.

Heavy paws pounded into the earth, ragged breathing and saliva dripping from its maw, the Black wolf was now racing up the mountain. In it’s heart it could feel the connection, the bond growing and he knew it was definitely that of his child. Bandit was there…at the very top and that Fallen was going to regret taking her from him. Howling, he raced on tearing through the forest and then up the last part of the mountain path. Long shaggy black hair was flowing behind him as the eyes of evil were now glowering with an intensity that was filled with fury and hate. He could see himself, tearing out the jugular of Habib and drinking his blood like wine when he reached the top. At last the last rise and the wolf leaped up and over a large rock to land on top. Looking down now on Zach and Habib. The loud growl with menacing white fangs dripping were the first indications that Bandit had been found. The wolf was about three times the size of a normal one, and it pawed at the rock with large grey claws.

 

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Out of the forest the two on horseback, Valmont and Nicholas came charging on their horses. The heavy sound of horse hooves meant the cavalry had arrived. They were coming now up the last track, right in behind Raul the Black.

Habib’s wings unfurled in full as he stood his ground in front of the entrance to the temple.

“She’s not yours, Raul. Leave this place.”

The wolf jumped down off the rock and then spun and turned back into the true form of the Warlock. A terrible look on his face as he stared down Habib, then saw Zachary.

“I AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT MY WOMAN AND CHILD!” He threw up his right hand and a massive blast of energy spiraled out and hit Habib squarely in the chest, sending him back hurtling towards the ground. The fallen’s wings fell back as her cartwheeled back and hit one of the stone columns of the temple. There was a horrid cracking sound, like that of bone, as Habib lay motionless.

Pulling up his horse, Valmont dismounted and waited for Nicholas to join him. They could see the Warlock had already started the battle, taking out the Fallen with relative ease. It was clear that with the knowledge that Bandit carried his child, he was not simply going to walk away.

With Zachary guarding the entrance to the temple, and Valmont with Nicholas in behind the Warlock, they had him surrounded. Who would make the next move?

~RB~

 

 

 

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It was silent as the wind blew around the two galloping around, though hearing the patters in the ground from a distance, he could tell Raul had already made it. That was the thing with Nicholas, his hearing was 100% on point with vibrations on the ground so, he was usually never wrong. Once they had entered the area, right behind Raul he’d stayed on his horse. Hearing a rather loud crack and a thump to the ground, Nicholas shivered some. This man could take down one in such a simple move, he’d sure be a tough opponent. Seeing Valmont get down, he’d follow in pursuit and dismount, standing next to him. 

” Right on time, huh.” The man said to Valmont, trying to be a bit humorous but, this wasn’t the time and he knew it. 

Something changed a bit about Nicholas, if you observed him closely. His skin was now molding layers upon layers, thickening and getting much harder. His Dermal armor coming into play, he was able to thicken his skin to withstand attacks, pain or harm but, it wasn’t invincible. Some things tended to get through or it would wear out after a while and fall off. Once it was done, he’d take position next to Valmont. He wouldn’t risk getting hit and ending up like the other person, the armor would help in the long run. Granted, his other was poison and he had to be careful where he released that, for not wanting to harm the others. His eyes scanned to see Zachary and then they went back towards Raul, him waiting on any order. 

 

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‘Boy do they have good timing… as if.’

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Zachary’s thoughts were directed at Valmont, who arrived only moments after Raul. Greaaaaaaat timing guys. Well done indeed. Well, that was nothing compared to Zachary at this point. Once the male fallen was sent flying Zachary froze, his eyes becoming hidden from sight by his long black hair. Valmont and Nicholas were about to be in for a big surprise. Valmont knew, he knew very well just how much power that Zachary held inside of him. But the problem was… he’d never seen it before, before now anyway. Zachary’s clothing and hair, everything began rustling softly as though some wind was swirling wildly around him. Oh boy… he was pissed. Zachary’s mouth moved, after what seemed to be ages, saying two simple words moments before his body erupted in that tower of white flames and light.

“Seraphin… Praestantia!”

The blue flames now turned white, and the light, that swirled around Zachary’s body was blindingly bright. Seraphin Praestantia, Seraph Superiority. Zachary took his Holy Flames and his Light and infused his body with it, calling upon the power of his mother in full to take on the form of an Archangel temporarily, calling on the full power of such a creature that could match even a Prince of Hell. Raul will have realized a bit too late his mistake just before Zachary’s new form was revealed.

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It seemed that Zachary was simply standing there with his face hidden, but to Valmont and Nicholas behind Raul, there was a change. Zachary’s new angelic form had appeared there behind Raul, his left hand already reaching to grasp the Warlock’s shoulder despite the fact that there was an afterimage in front of the male. Should Zachary have succeeded in grasping that Warlock’s shoulder, without a sound her would have thrown the male into the air, only to reappear next to him and slam a foot into his stomach, knocking the breath from him as he sent the male blasting back into the ground with the perfect amount of force that would have made the earth erupt into shards of shrapnel.

Zachary wasn’t toying around anymore. Raul had a choice, stand down and resolve things peacefully, or risk being obliterated by Zachary’s power as a Nephalem.

 

 

 

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Bandit’s eyes widened in fear at the woman’s gaze upon her – something about it gave her an eerie feel. A feeling that she was being threatened, more so than Raul ever had.. Somehow, with Raul, she did not feel true danger – not entirely. But now, that was a different story.. Now, she felt that this woman would go through with whatever thoughts possibly plagued her, where before Raul didn’t. At least, with Raul, Bandit knew she would not die. Here, however…A cry came from her lips as Habib was knocked back, then lay still on the ground. Oh, god! Was he dead? The stillness only seemed to confirm any suspicions she had, making this day as a whole all the more worse. But then Zachary attacked Raul in turn, knocking him down as the demon transformed before her eyes – surely Raul could not fight back? 

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But something else was going on within the blonde thief. Her child was retaliating, in its first true act of power, despite being unborn and still relatively small within her. A dark purple color glowed in Bandit’s lower abdomen, a scream of panic coming from her lips – “What is happening to me?! Someone! Help!” Her skin was beginning to turn transparent, the wall behind her becoming visible as she disappeared before everyone’s eyes… Had they been looking. “Raul!” Yes. She called for the name of the one man who had put her in this position, the one who brought her so much pain.. But also, the man she realized loved.. 

“Please!” Her voice itself had begun to fade as she did with it.. And then she was gone, the pillow falling with nothing to hold it up, the thief disappeared from sight but not memory. All that remained of where Bandit once sat was a few sparks of purple, where the magic had left a trace. These sparks blinked and shimmered, showing how powerful the move had been, how the magic of the child was essentially oozing out.. Where could the child have possibly brought her? And.. she could not survive, not in her current state. Finding her was of the essence.. or she would be dead in days. She lacked blood and food, lacked sleep… Bandit was a mere human, and the nights could get quite cold without shelter.. Not to mention her legs were barely functioning, still getting used to being unparalyzed.. A whole universe to search in days.. Would they find Bandit, or her corpse? 

(TC)

Razorbackwriter:

 

 

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Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen

If only the menfolk could see what was happening inside the temple. The female fallen Amala had almost no expression, as she started for the knife that was on the meal tray. Meant for the cutting up of bread and certainly not for anything that was meant to harm Bandit. She wrapped her fingers around the handle and then turned slowly towards the frightened young mother to be. “You are a danger to us all.” Amala whispered, as the knife blade gleamed in her hand. She could not see anyway that Raul would stop if the child was alive. One life…for millions. Amala was starting to see it as a sacrifice for the greater good, even though she had promised not to harm Bandit.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered, as though this was for her own good. Turns out though the baby had other plans. But just when Amala was about to raise her hand with the knife to plunge into Bandit’s stomach, there was a terrible blast of green light from outside the temple, and the sound of Habib screaming. At that instant, Amala dropped the knife and hurried outside, only to see her beloved laying on the ground – out to the count.

“HABIB!” She screamed, running to his side and bringing his blooded head up to her lap, as she rocked back and forth, crying and wailing.

With Bandit now alone inside, would anyone see what was happening next?

Much to Raul’s shock, Zachary had taken the gloves off. The unwarranted attack on Habib mean that he had now lost all patience, and one way or another he was going to calm the Warlock if it was the last thing he did. Winds swirled up and around Zachary’s clothing and hair, as he charged up his powers for what would be a fantastic metamorphosis. Valmont saw and recognized the change immediately. Without thinking, he put his arm protectively around Nicholas, as though to shield him. Things had clearly changed between the Ambassador and his assistant. Raul was looking to the entrance of the Temple and screaming out to Bandit, for he could hear her cries coming from within the temple.

“I’m coming!” That is what he meant, but Zachary was not about to let him.

“Seraphin… Praestantia!” 

It was too late, Raul turned back to see a tower of white flames and light. Raul put his hand up to block his eyes from the blinding sight, but the power was only to grow stronger as Zachary changed his form. Raul yelled at him. “BANDIT NEEDS ME!!” He could feel the sense of danger coming from within the temple. Was it his unborn son? “You fool, let me save her!” He begged, only to find that an angelic version of Zachary was in behind him, and now grasping his shoulder forcibly. Zachary then hurled the Warlock up high off his feet, only to reappear next to him and slam a foot into his stomach. Raul was completely winded, his face turning a deep shade of red, before he was knocked officially into the dirt. A cloud of dust rising up from where he finally came to a screeching halt, his face having been the brake.

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A hand clawed the earth, as Raul continued to scream Bandit’s name. Little did he know….she was gone.

~RB~

 

 

 

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So much had happened in a small period of time, you could say it ended in disaster honestly. One person dead or almost at least, another gone. It had truly been a sight to see Zachary in his form, something he was glad to witness. He recalled on the conversation where they both shared the secrets. It was nice to have another person around, he would need to catch up with hi after this and tell him of what happened. A lot had happened, the light was blinding and Nicholas had lifted his arm a bit to block it. Shortly after he felt an arm around him, it was Val’s and that was surprising to him. You didn’t think he’d publicly do it but, he did and he enjoyed it. 

Something in the place didn’t seem right, it seemed almost creepy. Being as Nicholas had excellent super hearing cause of his serpent abilities he heard the conversation inside. It was horrid that the person was trying to kill her but, something else happened. Hearing the screams from Bandit he could hear vibrations inside, something different. Though one thing for sure was that he now sense that the girl completely vanished, whether anyone else noticed to on them. 

 

Kiri:

 

 

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Zachary was still pissed, but the fact that Raul had gone down so easily wasn’t what he’d expected. Zachary looked down at the male from where he stood, reigning in his power for a few minutes as he dragged it right back into him. Zachary didn’t see a point in staying in his Archangel form for very long if Raul was going down this fast without warning. But then it registered, the surge of energy caused his head to snap over to the temple just before Bandit’s energy signature entirely disappeared with the exception of a few sparks.

Zachary transformed back into his normal form, granting him access once more to his powers over darkness as he scowled and turned to sprint off towards the temple once more, his entire body slowly melting down as his voice could be heard calling back to Valmont with a loudly urgent tone.
”Valmont, Nicholas; you two handle the situation here! I’m going after Bandit before I lose her trail entirely!”

And with that… Zachary melted into darkness and disappeared, his flames disappearing with him. Leaving the screaming Raul and Valmont and Nicholas behind. Headed straight for Bandit in order to keep up.

(TC)

 

 

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Krakus Mountain – Home of the Fallen

Amala was cradling Habib’s head. He had received a nasty gash to the back of his skull, and the blood was seeping through onto Amala’s dress. Her tears ran down her cheeks, as she was so worried about her love, she had forgotten about Bandit momentarily. Of course, what she didn’t realize was that the baby had sensed it’s mother’s danger and taken matters into its own hands. The blast of light that came from the temple that had followed the girl’s screams for Raul left Amala, and the two from the Embassy – Valmont and Nicholas stunned. The only one who had a handle on the situation was Zachary, who had changed back to his normal form, and ordered that Valmont and Nicholas control the situation at the summit, while he went off after Bandit’s trail.

At the very moment that Zachary disappeared from view, with his flamed vanishing with him, Raul took the chance to go into the temple himself, shooting Habib and Amala the most foul look imaginable. Inside the temple, the Warlock saw for himself the sparks of purple, that were the only trace left of his girl and child. With a nervous hand, he reached out and could feel the residue of the unborn’s magical aura. He knew that Bandit herself had no powers, so this was proof..proof that Bandit was indeed carrying his child. The look on his face now was one of grim resolve. He had to find her. He had to be reunited with her. There was no mistaking that she had called out to him. Raul heard her scream his name. Even after all he had done to her, there was no mistaking the bond that they had. It wasn’t till now, that he realized the errors of his ways, and that it was costing him the woman he loved.

Not to mention, that this unborn baby was also in danger. In danger from the likes of Madame Green and possibly others.

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Walking slowly out of the Temple, he moved silently passed Amala, who was still holding her beloved Habib. The fallen spat at the ground where Raul stood, a cruel look on her face.

“You ….and that child should be damned!” Words were sharper than knives. Raul raised his hand, as a fireball appeared, glowering fiercely as he roared at her. “Don’t try to fool me, Amala. I know you. Had you had your way, you would have ripped her belly open and taken my child out to kill it!”

Amala laughed sadistically. “I almost did.” This stark admission showed the truth behind her pretty smile. Without warning, Raul sent the fireball of rage hurtling at the pair, incinerating them both instantly. Their horrid screams faded to nothing, as Valmont stood in shock with Nicholas. The viciousness of the attack had shocked the Ambassador to the core.

“You murderous bastard.” Valmont yelled, making a move to stand protectively in front of Nicholas. There was no way he was going to let the Warlock leave the mountain summit now. Raul on the other hand had ideas of his own, changing forms into that of a black raven and taking off into the clouds above.

“Son of a….” The Ambassador cursed, feeling defeated as the Warlock got away so easily. He was not one that would be easily caught, that was for sure. Valmont felt terrible, as he walked over to the burning corpses of Habib and Amala. Their lives sacrificed so needlessly. Now it was a race to find Bandit and her unborn child.

Turning back to Nicholas, you could see the pain in his eyes. The guilt. “I should have stopped him” But how could he, being where they were standing. Walking back to Nicholas, he pulled the young man into his arms. Nicholas would be able to feel the fast beating of his heart. How does one follow a raven? With Zachary already on the trail of Bandit, Valmont hoped that he reached her….before Raul did.

“Come on…we better get back to the Embassy.” There was no sense of them touring the country side, when they didn’t know the first place to even start looking.

~RB~

(TC – Embassy.)

 

Tsu:

 

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You could say everything happened rather quickly, Zachary was already gone on Bandits trail. He could tell he’d get there quicker then Raul. Hearing the conversation between Raul and Amala, he pondered if that as the right decision. Should the child of really been killed? There was always a way to change things, make them better. He had noticed with past events and how the person that is showing effection is changing. Being pulled into Valmont’s arms wasn’t as shocking as the first time, he enjoyed it now. Listening to his heartbeat he felt bad that he was like this, maybe he could help him later at the Embassy, though he didn’t know. 

” There was nothing you could do at the moment to stop him.” Nicholas said as he started walking away. 

Nicholas looked over at the bodies and walked into the temple, leaving Val for the moment. What was he looking for? Something for cover, reaching the bedroom he had saw the resadue of what happened. Interesting to see what had happened, the child must of had something to do with it. Picking up the sheet he’d walk back outside and placed it over the burnt bodies. At least they could have some cover for he didn’t want to dig graves. Once done Nicholas turned and went to catch up to Valmont quickly, following behind. 

(TC- Embassy) 

 

A Bad Batch – Hell’s Kitchen : PD

 

 

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Kiri:
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The male did indeed grab and pick up the doctor without a moment of hesitation, lifting him as a cat might its kitten, or a bitch would its pup, however, instead of lifting the man by the scruff of his neck the hunter tossed him over his shoulder. The fear of the hunchback was so palpable to the lycan it was stifling, he could smell it with ease and it set his predatory instincts ablaze, however, he suppressed those urges before following the creature; with the hunchback leading the way the hunter followed him quickly and efficiently, seemingly unaffected by the weight that was lying upon his shoulders. As soon as the smaller man had prepared the table he set the Doctor onto the table, he already had on a pair of leather gloves and his mask was still pulled up tight, so there was no need for the mask and gloves to be given to him; and as the creature started the transfusion and asked his question, the male looked at him with clear eyes as he answered with honesty.

“My name is Dragomir Constantin, a Hunter, nothing more and nothing less.”

Fu:
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Hiei : ” Seems like the front door is wide open , seems like I won’t need to bother with knocking on the door. ”

– Hiei would say to himself with a cigarette in his hand , taking a few steps forward into the building with his right hand in his pocket and a odd curiosity about him . The door was open, but this was odd ; nobody would just leave their door open in hell of all places . It was too dangerous for that ; given the community being anything but merciful. The Embassy Housekeep would run into the building’s main entrance to find himself in the entry room and there he would look on to find any form of life , but it would seem as if someone was here not long ago and within that moment Hiei faded into the shadows in the room to go search for signs of life ; seeing that none were here , he made himself move to another room and would continue doing so until he found life . There was flickering lights and Hiei would take small steps forward to announce his presence if the smoke didn’t already do that for the others in the room and would speak after a few tiny moments of silence that came after his entering of the area. –

Hiei : ” Anyone hear know where The Doctor is ? ”

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

For a moment, there was only the echo of the undead army deep beneath the laboratory that could be heard aside from the slow beeping of a heart monitor that the hunchback assistant had fitted to his ill fated Master. Igor worked diligently in an effort to stabilize the Doctor, while the masked man in the big black hat only stared on. He has announced himself as Dragomir Constantin, a Hunter. A hunter who was also a hired killer. Least that is what Igor thought after he witnessed Narcissa being thrown to her death. Such a terrible fate, and one that he wished on no one. It brought the hunchback such terrible sadness, to lose both Loc and Narcissa this way but his main concern now was not to lose the Doctor along with them. There had been enough death and tragedy, and half of the hunchback’s mind was thinking that perhaps this was some sort of backlash….karma, you could say. Either way, the hunchback had given the Doctor the wrong batches of blood, and it would be a while before he realized just what he had done. He kept focusing on the Doctor’s face, and of course the heart monitor.

What threw him off of his work, aside from being nervous in the company of Dragomir was the sound of a new voice calling out from the hall.

” Anyone hear know where The Doctor is ? ”

A patient? NOW?! This was the worst possible timing, and Igor was almost too afraid to leave the unconscious Doctor with the Hunter. Igor muttered and wrung his hands together. His eyes glazing over as the weight of responsibility for all this was falling on his uneven shoulders. Fussing, he quickly got a sheet to cover over much of the Doctor and tried to hide his crumpling face.

“I…need to deal with the person outside.” Igor shuffled out and then saw the well dressed Hiei who seemed to materialize out of the shadows. On seeing him, the hunchback bowed ever slightly, before he heard another loud chorus of roars and moans from below.

“Sir….the Doctor is…”

Inside the emergency station, the Doctor’s eyelids fluttered and then sprang open as the heart monitor started to race. It had gone from slow, to abnormally fast within a matter of seconds. There was a look of panic on the Doctor’s face and he stared down to see the blood transfusion needle that was still in his arm. As his eyes tried to focus up on the blood bag, though hazy at first, he soon made out his own coding stickers and let out a god awful cry…..

“Nooooooo! What have you done to meeeee?!” Panicking, he tried to rip out the blood needle with shaking hands, and turned his head to see the Hunter standing there with the mask covering his face. “You need to get out…..you need to get out and shut the door….Lock me in here!……FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!…..GET OUT!”

Hearing the Doctor’s screams and loud calls from the emergency station, Igor flew into a panic. What the hell had he done? He thought he had given him the life saving blood, but mistakenly given him the blood from his X experiment. Igor ran to the door and then with the lights going on full, he saw the blood bag as the Doctor started to change….he was growing into something large…..something VERY LARGE….and GREEN!

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“DRAGOMIR…..RUN!!”

~RB~

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Dragomir listened quietly and watched on without a word as there was no real reason for him to speak or do anything at the moment, for it there was he would be doing it at this moment and would without hesitation, however, he had come for his target and had completed what he was supposed to do; so why was he here right now? Because of one simple fact, Dragomir was always a softie when people actually needed help in a dire situation, he couldn’t help it; when someone was in trouble he felt that he had to help them then and there and if he didn’t then he felt as though he was betraying himself. And his old purpose in life as a hunter of the races who hunted humans.

As Dragomir stood there silently, the man quietly thought to himself even as the hunchback walked outside to deal with the patient who had arrived to meet with the doctor; this fact didn’t bother him, but even as he went outside to do so the doctor was found to be waking up. With the doctor freaking out, and with the fact he was transforming, the Lycan had gone on edge to the maximum level and his eyes had turned golden before he spun on his heel at the sound of the hunchback yelling to him to run. The hunter was debating, but he shook that out and sprinted through the door in a blur, moving at an inhuman speed as he waited for the hunchback to exit and then slammed the door shut, throwing all of his strength into holding it closed while also locking it as a precautionary measure. What happened? Time would have to tell him.

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Hiei : ” The Doctor is what? ”

– The Housekeep would say as he had been told that the Doctor was in some sort of situation ; one that wasn’t clear as the person speaking to him was cut off from finishing. A scream was audible enough to echo out into the room Hiei was in ; and from there he would assume someone was either in pain or panicking in the next room over . Due to Hiei’s mentality he was one to not care too much for others unless they were of great concern to him , so he didn’t react like any other person would unless he had a connection to the person or something else that’ll help formulate a good enough reasoning to be concerned. He would speak to Igor and say –

Hiei : ” Can you bring him ou- ”

– As he finished speaking he would see that the man had left the space in front of him as he went to tend to the situation that was occuring in the other room ; it would seem as if he may end up getting involved in the predicament whether or not he had wanted to . Clearly this situation has escalated far worse then he had expected. –

Razorbackwriter:
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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

For the three men that were now standing outside the emergency station, they would find themselves facing an unknown foe. With Dragomir using his brute strength to hold the door, the hunchback was frantic at the thought that the toxic batch of blood could turn the Doctor into the very thing he feared most of all. The blood was being tested, yes. But not on humans. The Doctor realized the danger the moment he was able to see clear enough to read the label on the blood bag, and his instinct to protect his visitors and employee came to the fore. The only problem was, the Doctor was now losing the battle for control.

In the emergency station, Wilhelm’s body shook and quivered violently as the table that he was laying upon was now buckling beneath him. The reason for this was that his bone mass was becoming denser as it grew. You could see the change as he grew larger. The pain that he was now experiencing was beyond anything a normal human being could cope with. Skin stretching to the limit. His head swelling and as he thrashed wildly, Wilhelm reached out with a hand that started to turn inward with the fingers being drawn in to form a large fist. The blood vessels upon his neck swelled and pumped the toxic blood with a renewed fury. Wilhelm blinked at the light, as his pupils turned a sickening green colour. Practically toxic.

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His body was twisting and jerking as he grew larger and larger. The screams were getting deeper to the point he no longer sounded like the Doctor at all….but like a grotesque monster. The kind that haunt your dreams and send you screaming into the night. Igor, who was in the foyer was practically tearing his hair out. The guilt that he felt after giving the doctor the wrong batch of blood in an effort to save him, had gone so tragically wrong. He couldn’t lose another tonight. Loc….Narcissa. it was too much to bare.

“It’s all my fault.” The hunchback cried out, ready to fall to his knees and let the creature that was now the Doctor take him down. That was of course till he heard a terrible grating sound. Metal twisting and tearing far below. As if in slow motion, the hunchback’s head turned towards the lift.

“OH MY GOD!”

The undead army. Some of them were now trying to access the lift well and climb up to the surface…to where Dragomir and Hiei were standing.

“OH NO!….THEY’RE COMING UP!” Sure enough a group of about ten were starting to claw their way up the inside of the elevator shaft and then you could hear the sound of machinery being smashed to pieces in the emergency station. How on earth were they to fight off the likes of the start of the undead army and then have the green giant come at them from the emergency station?

~SLAM! SLAM!~ Large fist prints were now being punched against the inside of the doors to the emergency station with the enraged giant Wilhelm trying to break through. Would Dragomir be able to hold the Doctor back…..or would the undead soldiers reach them first?

Suddenly, Igor had an idea. It was the only way to possibly stop the soldiers. The first claws of the beasts from below were now seen trying to get a hold at the foyer level….a head popping up and the face was riddled with scars and stitching. Black eyes stared at the trio that were standing just outside the emergency station doors.

“DRAGOMIR….LET HIM OUT!”

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~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Dragomir was throwing everything into holding the beast that the Doctor had become in this room, he wasn’t invincible, and whoever/whatever the Doctor had become, Dragomir was no where near on the same level of strength; with every impact on the door, Dragomir was pushed a little harder from it, making him jerk with every impact as he struggled against it to keep it from escaping the emergency station till things decided to go from bad to worse. The undead beasts that the doctor had awakened were now crawling up the vent and with the doctor going berserk on the door it was only ruining his mood before he decided on one thing, first off: Dragomir leaned every ounce of his weight against the door as he pulled Vrangr from its holster and flipped the switch to set it on light. The little tubes along the barrel immediately began to fill up as light was absorbed into the gun, and as soon as it was fully charged the gun was ready to go for as many shots as he wanted to dish out, the difference was this: there were two triggers, one held to absorb light and keep the gun loaded, while the other was used to fire. The first trigger was a small button which he had to press down on with barely a grip, but the button would reset itself after so many shots. Which means he had to press it again every once in a while.

As soon as the undead popped their ugly little heads up Dragomir let loose, firing off bursts of light which exploded on contact, knocking some right back down the shoot until the hunchback yelled for him to let the Doctor out. Was that wise? Well… they had no choice, and so Dragomir jumped back, grasping the hunchback’s shirt to pull him with him and avoid the Doctor who was about to erupt from the room…

Fu;

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
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Hiei:” What the hell is going on ? ”

– Hiei said to himself as he went by unacknowledged after being abandoned ; he wanted to get going immediately but it seemed fate had other plans . He was to get the Doctor and get back , but he grew impatient of waiting and knowing fully well that he had to hurry on back to the Embassy due to the fact he was also in charge of maintaining the household , he was known to be on his feet 24/7 and this was no exception . Fast-paced was all he knew , but this . This ……. just no , he ended up turning into a shadow so he could cover ground more quickly and see what was going on . Hiei found himself in the same room as Igor once more along with those he was with , spotting fighting going on he was only able to be certain of the fact they needed to supress the beings that were coming out of the shaft ; otherwise they’ll more then likely kill off the people Hiei was sent here to get and that would put alot of problems on the plate of the House Manager and further extend his duty on finding another Doctor if there ever was one . The House Manager sprung forth with tiny tendrils of condensed shadow formed stringed laced with his energy that he would used to sever their heads if they ever continued to spring forth , however due to the angle and the space he wasn’t able to get too many , as he needed more space to swing but being in that space made it difficult.

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Hiei:” This may prove difficult in this positioning…”

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

Igor screamed in terror and surprise when he was yanked back by his collar clear out of the way of what would be the rampaging doctor in his grotesque giant form. Skidding in behind the hunter, he tried to scramble to his own feet to see just what the doctor had become. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the Doctor would become just like the monsters he created. With Hiei changing to his shadow form and then moving just clear, the doors burst open in a fit of rage and fury. The Green giant was wearing the remnants of torn clothing that belonged to the doctor. All way too small and nothing but shreds of fabric. Wilhelm’s stance was like that of a silver backed gorilla in full charge. A frightening sight if ever there was one. His head turning left and right as though he was looking for something or someone specific. It was then it caught sight of the rise of the undead soldiers, who were being shot at by Dragomir as they breeched the top of the elevator shaft. Heads being blown off, limbs flying in all directions with sprays of greenish brown blood. The smell was vile and the more that got hit, the more that appeared. Like a wound that was now split open and maggots crawling out into the light. Hiei was doing everything he could, to stop the rising menace from below, but his position meant that the going ahead was difficult. That was until the beast like Doctor suddenly realized something….Narcissa was missing. He had failed to see her in the foyer, or the emergency station. There was no remains of her in the lift itself which was positioned high enough for him to see and still the opening where the undead were crawling through. Roaring with fury, he powered over to the shaft and then started to smash at the heads of the upcoming wildly. The sickening thuds and crushing sound of bone and skull the result of his frenzied attack. Not satisfied, the Doctor leapt down into the shaft – bounding off the sides as he went and taking out more of the undead soldiers till he reached the bottom with a god awful thud. The rise of ash, bone and concrete filled the shaft well and down there…where many more of the soldiers were preparing to make their rise to the surface, was the mangled body of Narcissa.

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The hulking doctor stared at her dead body in horror. His beautiful creation….his lasting memory of Missy….was dead. An abundance of emotions filled him to the brim. Grief, sadness, anger, rage, sorrow, loss. He couldn’t take it again….he just couldn’t. To the left of Narcissa’s body was that of Loc, his other creation. A pained and pathetic howl came from the beast as in the foreground, the undead army suddenly came to a stop. Something in his voice….something linked them all as one. The hulking Doctor knelt down and scooped up what was left of Narcissa and rocked back and forth…..all his dreams had died…with her. At that moment, the Doctor started to change back to the way he used to be….nothing more than a simple man – who knelt before the army of his creation…his blood.

~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
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When the new arrival decided to get involved it was definitely a welcome assistance to the hunter, who was still blasting away at the undead army, intent on destroying as many as possible to keep them from getting up there and on their own two feet before the doctor erupted from the doors with a roar; charging the undead army without hesitation it was obvious that the man no longer had any cognitive thought and was driven by pure rage at the moment as he smashed away at the army. Dragomir honestly wasn’t prepared for such ferocity, but it didn’t faze him as he continued shooting, blasting away continuously while the Doctor hurled himself down the shoot, till he landed down at the bottom with a bang and the undead army not stopping; but… then it was just… over, everything had stopped, it had ended; without warning the army stopped at the scream of the doctor. That howl was filled with sadness, so Dragomir had to assume that he saw the mangled body of Narcissa, the very girl that Dragomir had killed himself. How would things turn out from here?

Fu:
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Hiei:” Seems like most of them have stopped coming for now. ”

– Was what the Man said as he saw the Giant Man leap down the shaft , his action halted the movement of the Army as a whole through that one movement . One that was not wasted one bit , however he would not hear any more noises coming through the shaft ; as if something happened upon arriving at the bottom . Did something occur to the male as he arrived at his destination ? Hiei’s eyes stayed at the shaft with his tendrils ready , he was not going to let anything that should’nt rise get a chance at doing so. He took a small puff from his cig and looked around –

Hiei:” So anyone mind telling me which one of you is the Doctor ? ”

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen

~When Good becomes Evil~

A simple man now stood before a massive army of corruption and chaos. A simple man who was now two beings. One…a genius, a good man….a man of science. The other…a monster. A beast that was created from the worst of emotions. Everything that hate and anger could generate. No one else could possible understand that the very spirit of the Doctor’s goodness was tied to the memory of his beloved Missy, and the beings that he had created after her death. Loc…Narcissa. It was all gone. Oh the Dark one had his deal. He got the Doctor to bend to his evil schemes because the good man had been honorable. He stuck to this deal

But now…as he stood with the last of his goodness laying at his feet all he could see before him was the power that he had created out of the most evil of plots, the good Doctor was no more. Wearing but torn remnants of his suit and lab coat, he continued to stare out at the now silent army of the undead. The very creatures he had awakened with his blood. The connection between him and his creations was now sealed. It took him to near death, but his fate along with all the creatures that stood before him now was in his control.

All bets were off. The deal was done. Evil….had a new face.

The Creator had become his own Creation. No one in Hell…no King, no Prince; not even the Dark One could have foretold this. The Doctor’s face showed calm, but his eyes…..God, such hatred….such pain….nothing and no one could save him now.

Turning to face the control panel of the lift, the Doctor flipped the control pad and started to mess with the wires beneath. Working them in a new way before snapping the lid back on and pressing in the code. Upstairs, the lift shunted back into the normal place and the doors opened for Igor and the two that had happened along at the wrong time.

Igor was frightened. The quiet down in the lab was eerie and he could feel it in his waters, that although the Doctor had stopped wailing and the army had fallen silent; that it was not over. Still, he was an employee of Hell’s kitchen and his place was at the Doctor’s side. No matter what. Looking at Hiei, he swallowed and said. “The Doctor is down in Cardis tomb.” He didn’t actually come out and say that the green beast that broke free out of the emergency station was the actual doctor. Hiei might not believe him. Igor motioned for the hunter and the guest from the Embassy to enter the lift. Once in, he would press the down button and the lift would begin to move. When they arrived…and the doors opened, the Doctor would be waiting. He’d have found a new lab coat, and bare a strange smile that was disarming.

“Sorry about the mess. Minor mishap. Please, how can we help you?” His voice was calm, and in behind the army had already started to clean up the mess that they had made, without even being instructed. Igor would be first to ask.

“Doctor….are you alright?” Maybe the Doctor had lost his mind completely. The switch was too great. From the crazed giant to this…visage of calm.

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“Never better….Igor….Never…better.”

~RB~

Fu:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Cardis Tomb

– The event came and went swiftly ; but it felt alittle bit odd for it to have finished so abruptly like it did . But despite it ; both Dragomir and Hiei had left their stances with dealing the threats as it came . With that done , they were told to get on the lift to go downwards . Of course Dragomir and Hiei would follow as prompted into the lift and down below , revealing the inner sections of the facility and before them the doctor appeared once the lift reached its end . Hiei walked forward first with Dragomir walking slowly behind , as if watching the place for any signs of danger ; he didn’t let his guard down too easily after the event that just happened and it was clear he felt alittle on edge still due to it . Hiei spoke first , placing both of his hands behind his back as he spoke to the Doctor –

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Hiei : ” I came here to request your medical knowledge ; Nicholas of the Embassy is fallen ill and we need your assistance. If it isn’t too much to ask that is . However I can wait if you need to clean up the area if need be , there was quite a few mishaps as I saw a moment ago but I’ll try to act as if I didn’t see anything . ”

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

With all that had gone on right before Hiei and Dragomir entered the ravaged and bloody Cardis Tomb, you would expect the doctor to be showing some signs of distress, but the Doctor appeared totally normal. In fact it was this cheeriness that was practically chilling to watch. Igor sensed it right away, that the Doctor’s behavior did not match the man earlier. The green monster that he had become in the Emergency station was now locked back inside it’s cage, for now.

Igor was not happy with the Doctor’s words, but he was nothing more than a lowly servant and really had no right to question the Doctor. If only he had been brave enough to try. With the guests however, and the rumble of the undead army setting everything back as it should be, he could only stand by as an observer till asked to get back to work.

The Doctor smiled at the staffer from the Embassy, who used good tact to explain why he was there. Having been sent to request medical knowledge to assist a man by the name of Nicholas, who had fallen ill.

“I can wait if you need to clean up the area if need be , there was quite a few mishaps as I saw a moment ago but I’ll try to act as if I didn’t see anything . ”

“A few, but nothing that can’t be put right.” The Doctor offered, taking down a medical bag, and opening it as he prepared to join the young man on his return to the Embassy.

“Igor, if you would assist our other guest with whatever he needs, I shall make a trip over to the Embassy. I am not one for withholding treatment from one of such importance as a member of the Ambassador’s staff.” Picking out certain gleaming tools, he set them into the medical bag, then closed it with a loud click. Just in behind him were the bodies of Loc and Narcissa – yet to be disposed of or harvested for parts.

“Oh and Igor…clean up this little mess if you would. Thank you.” He gave a little wave of the hand, before changing his coat and putting on a smart black hat.

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The Doctor picked up his bag and gestured for the gentleman from the Embassy to lead the way.

“After you, good Sir. I have a vehicle just outside the front entrance.”

As he passed a table, the Doctor picked up a small box with a slight of hand and put it into his coat pocket.

~RB~

(TC – Embassy – Doctor)