Immune – 1

Continuation of the new series, Immune.  

Collaboration with Jsmn.

 

Jsmn:

 

After calling him as if it’s the only name in the world besides hers, finally he appeared in her sight. She was aching, in pain, in fear and the cold. “WHAT?!” he was pissed, anyone would know with his tone but what can she do? She’s freaking scared. “I-I…”
“OH MY GOD!” she slowly looked to where he was looking and as she saw what is lying beneath her, her heart almost skipped a beat. Feeling the sticky blood still warm in her hands. Her hand started trembling… she doesn’t remember anything but she knows in the depths of her consciousness, it’s the first time that she saw a dead body. Hiccups started before her tears fall, “M-M..M.-” she mumbled with partial hiccups and trembling voice. She won’t scream, that won’t do a thing but more danger.

 

 

Razor:

 

Instinct to protect even in the event of being in serious pain moved Michael to try and pull Claire away from the terrible face. As he pulled her back, he could see the slick of fresh blood that was now coating Claire in a sticky mess. This would only add to the horror of the situation. The poor girl may have been brave and ballsy up to this point, but even he was afraid of what they had landed on. “I know…I know. Shhh..shh…come on.” She couldn’t get his name out, just the repeated M’s again. But it was the smattering of tears that showed that this was just too much for her to take in. Perhaps leaving that room wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Michael’s own body was now shaking. Most likely a mix of pain and shock, but he tried his best to soothe the girl’s mind as he continued to drag her to the other wall, as far from the body as he could get her. His right shoulder was now lopsided from his left, and while he wanted nothing more than to bang his shoulder back into place, he instead tried to comfort Claire.

“It’s…just a dead body. Can’t bite you.”

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

She’s too much in shock, that she doesn’t mind that Michael dragged her out of there. Away from that terror. She braced herself, calming the thumping heart inside her chest but the tears won’t stop. She clenched her fists on her now surely stained with blood light dress. That’s the first time she noticed why she was cold, with this light dress, anyone would freeze in this place.

“It’s…just a dead body. Can’t bite you.” She knew what he meant and knew he was right. She looked at him, sniffing. “I’m cold…” she answered, rubbing her hands together. Now she knows, he’s not a bad guy actually he’s being considerate, even when she’s nothing but rude.

 

 

Razor:

 

The bite had gone out of Claire’s voice. She like he was genuinely scared of the position that they both found themselves in. As reality started to set in, that they were now in a dark hallway with what was a dead body, and no real lighting or sign of anyone else, Michael’s mind started to come to a very dramatic conclusion of where they were and what had happened. Piecing together the fact that they had been in a barricaded room, isolated from the outside – then something had happened to warrant them being put there. Though by whom and why, remained a mystery. Both of them had wounds and injuries that aside from his now dislocated shoulder, could not be explained, or even remembered. All they knew was their own names…their first names. But was that really who they were?

Why was a dead body outside the door to the darkened room? How long had it been there? And most importantly, who locked them away?

Hearing Claire say she was cold, Michael tried to pull her closer to him. Thinking that maybe his own body heat might help warm her just enough to help her, but at the same time, he knew that they couldn’t stay in this place. They needed to get out. They needed a plan.

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

She flinched a little when Michael held her. Now having him closer, she could smell him. Aside from sweat, there is something more like a medicine. She know somewhere inside her, how medicine and chemical smell like. There is something with their smell, that makes her want to puke. She gently pushed him away “You don’t need to go that far. But thanks anyway…” She wiped the strands of her hair and tears off her face. Now looking at Michael, “Did you fell into something earlier? or knocked over? Like a liquid medicine or something like that?” She asked with inquiring eyes

 

 

Razor:

 

Michael’s attempt to help keep Claire warm only had her react as though he was trying something on. Like…that was the last thing on his mind right now. He rolled his eyes as she pushed herself away from him, and let out a sigh. Still feeling pain in nearly every part of his body. It was his shoulder that was really doing him harm though. Until it was popped back in his socket, he was enduring pain on the scale of 11/10. With her now off him to a degree, Michael pushed himself up awkwardly to standing, and then looked at either wall, to see which looked like it could take the force of his weight, when he tried to slam his shoulder back in. While he was sizing up a run, Claire had to ask something that was so out there, that it had him stop and think for a moment.

“Did you fell into something earlier? or knocked over? Like a liquid medicine or something like that?”

“I ran into the door, holding you. The only thing I can see that I might have rolled in was the blood of the dead guy.” Maybe his sense of smell was a bit out of whack, or he was too busy trying to deal with the pain he was in. Shaking his head, he went back to focusing on the wall. The thought of hitting it in the charge was making him nervous and he couldn’t deal with Claire’s questions on top of everything. With a loud roar, he charged the wall, and you could hear the sickening crunch then pop as his shoulder was slammed back into place. The pain….he couldn’t begin to explain, but there was a sweet relief that his shoulder was back where it should be. Leaning with perspiration running off his forehead, he wheezed as the strike took a lot out of him.

Placing an opened palm on the wall, he pushed himself away from the wall, leaving behind a purplish streak of a hand print. Was this the medicine that she inquired about?

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

“I ran into the door, holding you. The only thing I can see that I might have rolled in was the blood of the dead guy.”
“No..think care-” before she could finish her sentence, Michael started running like a wild dog, towards what she lately known to be a wall just after the collision. After hearing like a crack sound, she pushed herself up. Running towards him, grabbing his arm (unfortunately the one which was just brought back together) “Are you out of your mind?!” She exclaimed almost biting her tongue. “What are you doing! What if you lost conscious here? That can’t happen..” she stopped before she could say her next words. That she would be scared without his active presence.

 

 

Razor:

 

 

“Are you out of your mind?!”

“ACK! LET GO OF MY ARM!”

Claire had to grab a hold of Michael’s arm, the one that was attached to the shoulder he just rammed back into its socket. His voice was shrill, as he tried to get her to let go. He knew what he was doing, trying to put it back in place, and he thought that her reaction was way over the top. Siting that the last thing she needed was for him to lose consciousness. Michael stared at her, wide eyed. Surely she understood that he couldn’t walk around with his arm hanging by a thread.

“I was fixing myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve popped it.”

A look washed over Michael’s face, as he said something that you would class as a memory. How he knew that, and nothing else made him feel uncomfortable. You could see the confusion in his eyes, as he tried to make sense of it all. Wiping his hand down the side of his shirt, he then looked left and right, trying to determine which way to go. They simply couldn’t stay here. Michael knew that there had to be a way to get out of this strange building and to find help.

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

“ACK! LET GO OF MY ARM!”
She quickly let go, quite surprised with his reaction. She looked away, when he stared at her. “I was fixing myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve popped it.” She didn’t know, how would she know. He do things just as he wanted to, and there he hurt himself by doing so, and now she’s at fault for actually caring? “You should have asked for my help. I know I can do that…At least the pain won’t be that so painful..” she muttered. When she looked back at him, she saw the purplish stains on his clothes. “Stop…don’t move…”she said with her hand halfway to the slightly scattered stains on his clothes.

 

Razor:

 

Claire probably found Michael’s way of dealing with his own problems a bit much. For example, he tried to help her for the most part from the time that they woke up in the darkened room, but she gave him so much lip that his good intentions were being stomped on. He wasn’t a bad guy, quite the opposite. Just as much in the dark as she was about everything that had happened to them before they woke up. His overreaction to her touching his arm was like a knee jerk reaction, and not meant to upset her. He listened to her apologize, if you could call it that and then she must have seen something that caught her attention. Like a total derailment from the issue with his arm.

Claire moved her hand towards his shirt, and when Michael looked down, he then noticed the purplish stain that was on his shirt. It was the exact place where he wiped his hand. This caused him to raise his hand, and then it became clear that he must have placed his hand in some sort of liquid that was not blood at all. It didn’t smell like blood, or have the same coloring.

“What the hell is this?”

He turned over his wrist to see if it was on the back of his hand as well.

“You know how I thought that this…might be some sort of hospital?” Michael started. “I think it is. Or was.”

Michael then saw a colored number sign on the wall. It was a green three. So this must be the third floor. Michael then put his soiled hand up to Claire’s face.

“What does it smell like to you?”

 

Jsmn:

 

“What the hell is this?”
That’s what she wanted to know too. It obviously doesn’t seem like blood, is it what she smelled before? Medicine? What type of medicine would that be? She thought still looking at the stains.
“You know how I thought that this…might be some sort of hospital?”
“I think it is. Or was.”
Now, with the circumstances maybe he’s right and it’s stupid of her to made fun of his theory before. Still, her attention on the stains on his clothes. Then she snapped, as he put his hand almost inches away from her face.
“What does it smell like to you?”
“God! You don’t really listen! I just told you not to move and you kept on moving…” She exclaimed, now she sounds like a mother who kept on nagging her son about not being obedient. “What do you think of me some animal?” She murmured, almost pouting. “Now, I’ll hold your hand, Okay? Try not to make me kick you if you try that reaction earlier again with me…” She said, “Understood?” she asked.

 

 

Razor:

 

Michael’s face fell when Claire sounded off at him….again. It was just like when they had been in the darkened room at the beginning of this nightmare. By offering up his hand for her to smell, he was doing so to see if she could give him a clue as to what it was he had on it. But she yelled at him, her voice like that of a nagging mother to her son. It really wasn’t very nice. In fact, Michael cringed and his shoulders lowered just a touch. She begged the question that he considered her to be some kind of animal. That was the furthest idea from his mind. “No.” He answered, looking a bit upset that she’d even suggest it. She told him point blank that she was holding his hand from here on out. Michael wasn’t a kid, but he was starting to feel like one. Should he just give in and let her take charge? For now at least, he’d concede defeat.

“Yes Ma’am”

 

Jsmn:

 

She sighed, and gently held his hand. “What if it’s poison? you have too many open wounds…and you just carelessly scattered the liquid on your hand like this” She said carefully leaned her head towards his hand. “I just met you moments ago, but you’re all I have for now, I don’t want you dying stupidly like that” She added, then started sniffing. She stopped for a moment, surprised that she clearly remembers that smell. From before, she’s not sure but knew that scent was familiar and now that she could smell it clearly, she’ knows for sure what that liquid was. “Dermabond.” she said. “It’s dermabond…” she chuckled foolishly being over cautious over nothing serious.

 

Razor:

 

“It’s derma what?”

Michael had no idea what dermabond was. But from the reaction that Claire was experiencing, it wasn’t the dangerous substance that she thought it could have been at first. The young male continued to look puzzled, but he wasn’t about to raise his hand again, since Claire was liable to go off the deep end.

“So I can’t die from it. That’s reassuring, I guess.” Michael was starting to think that the dermabond was the last thing that they really needed to worry about. He exhaled loudly, before looking down at her once again. When she mentioned that while she didn’t know him well, he was really all she had as there was no sign of anything or anyone living in the building they were in.

 

Jsmn:

 

“It’s derma what?”
“So I can’t die from it. That’s reassuring, I guess.”
“Yes you can’t. It’s Dermabond, a kind of wound closing medicine. I think you need to really, scatter that on your arms. I see some wounds there…” She said. “You see…I think I’m starting to regain a bit of my memory. I really know that scent, as in knew it. Maybe I’m a doctor’s daughter or a pharmacist’s? or maybe I was dead sick just before this happened and been in the hospital?…and was left here to die…” she said, embracing the idea that they are in a hospital building. She suddenly started to get a little depressed. She doesn’t know if she likes to even remember what she had forgotten, maybe this thing happening was her way out of her maybe sympathetic life. “Well…at least they left you too with me…I’m not completely alone” she said with a faint smile.

 

 

Razor:

 

“I knew that.” Michael made a face like he was trying to cover up the fact that he didn’t really know what dermabond was. But by the sounds of it, this purplish gunk was actually helpful. Looking at his arms now, he could see that there were cut like abrasions, and he started to slap his wet hand up and down his arm, before smacking his hands together and then rubbing it into the other arm (which was still sore). Claire might have said not to let go of her hand, but considering that he was actually wearing something helpful to him, he might as well put it to good use. As he went about his self medicating, Claire spoke about how she felt that due to knowing the smell and recognizing the ointment then maybe she was getting a little bit of her memory back. But that is the funny thing about memories. Some things like certain smells, or tastes can invoke reactions that may give you only a puzzle piece of the full picture. And when you look at just that one piece out of say…a thousand, you really can’t see what it what it all is.

As much as he didn’t want to burst her bubble, at her thoughts about their current situation, but he was starting to wonder about the whole being left here with a purpose. Like why were they left in a locked room? And how long had they been there? Were they left there to die?

Claire’s only consolation was the fact that she was not alone. The problem was she didn’t know anything about Michael, just as he didn’t even know himself. What was to say he was a good guy? What if…their memories were erased on purpose?

“Instead of guessing who you might be, or why you are here with me; perhaps we should go look and work out exactly where we are first. You may not like what you find.” Michael was trying to be realistic about where they stood.

 

Jsmn:

 

“Instead of guessing who you might be, or why you are here with me; perhaps we should go look and work out exactly where we are first. You may not like what you find.”
She knows that. Guessing won’t help, but it makes her feel less lost and scared trying to figure out…guessing who and what kind of person she is. Even if it would turn out to be wrong, it’s better than nothing. “I know that…” she answered, now feeling like she was being stupid. She worked her way to what she can tell is a window, but tried not to stray away from Michael. She thought for a moment staring, if the windows are painted, or covered somehow. She wiped it with her hand, but she still can’t see anything through the window. “What the-” she muttered and try wiping it again. “Michael come here..” she called him. “It’s the same, it’s dark outside. If it’s night there should be at least a street light out there, but I can’t see a thing.” she added.

 

 

Razor:

 

It was almost like, they would answer each other in defense. Not being totally honest to save face perhaps, or to stop from feeling stupid. They hadn’t really gotten off to the best of starts, and it was plain that some of the behaviors that each exhibited rubbed off on the other. But if they were to find out what happened, and who they really were, then they were going to have to work together, and put all differences aside. Michael was trying to roll his shoulder and get his muscles working properly, as Claire wandered over to what was a window. This was probably the furtherest distance they had been apart so far, and of course what she discovered was that the world beyond the window was pitch black. No house lights, no car lights, no street lights. Ambling over, Michael peered through the window, scrunching up his face as he tried to make out shapes in the dark. It was as though there was a massive power black out. The kind when there is a serious storm, or simple government power shedding. But given the lack of people…or signs of life, Michael was starting to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Drawing back from the window he said.

“I don’t like the look of this.”

He turned to face her, his face turning pale. “What if….there is no one else out there?”

 

 

Immune.

Outside is no different than inside the room. It’s dark, as if the whole world was swallowed by night. But just before the block out, a virus called P-M (Project mutation) was spread through out the city, which made the humans, turn into flesh eating creatures. And we, we are immune. (Probably experimented on by the government, the same who made the P-M virus) and we are being monitored on.

Jsmn:  

 

We woke up together, in a dark square room. Every inch of our body aches, that every little movement we make causes pain. I tried thinking, rummaging through my memories, the reason why we are here. But all was blank. All I remember is my name, Claire, and that I have to stay with you to be able to survive.

 

Razor:

 

Ever have one of those mornings right after a bender and you wake up with a stale yet bitter taste in your mouth – almost like metal. Groggy and for some reason you feel like every part of you is aching. That was how it was as Michael’s eyelids started to move. Slowly opening, though really one at a time. His hand moving up to rub the sleep that had built up in the corner of his eyes.. Ugh….there was a sensation in his gut, like he knew he wanted to be sick. Mixing the sick feeling with trying to figure out what the hell he’d done to end up like this, he turned his head slightly – just enough to see that he wasn’t alone.

“Okaaay….” There was a girl beside Michael. She was pretty, that much he could tell through the haze of waking. Question was…who was she? Why couldn’t he remember what he had done the night before? Raking back his hair as he moved his hand from his eyes to the back of his head, he tried to sit up, but then felt a terrible pain in his gut again. Had he eaten something to make him so sick that he could barely move to sit up. All he could think to say was…

“Are you okay?”

 

Jsmn:

 

Pain, Pain and Pain. That’s all she knew she felt, she’s sure there’s more but the pain is the overwhelming one. She opened her eyes, and closed it again, and opened it again. Am i blind? She thought of, at the same time trying to remember anything that would explain what is happening but everything was blank just like a paper, where her name was the only thing written. Then she heard, a slight sound…breathing? She’s sure it’s not hers.

“Okaaay….” hearing that voice, now she’s positive she’s not alone. She opened her eyes again, slower this time. But still everything was dark, as if her eyes were still shut. Another slight rustling sound, she tried to locate where could he be, but not intending to move, since she knows it will bring her more pain since every part of her body aches.

“Are you okay?” she took a deep breath and sighed. “No…Are you?” She answered quite irritated. “And stop making those creepy sounds…I can’t actually move and see you, you see…and don’t come near me…” She added.

 

Razor:

 

Whoever this girl was beside him, she wasn’t entirely happy to hear him speak. Probably was a good thing that Michael couldn’t remember her at all. The weird part thought was that she was laying beside him and yet was telling him that she didn’t want him touching her. Michael could manage to turn his head, just enough to see her – well the outline of her face. But as for trying to get up, well that was something that he had not yet been able to do. She complained about the creepy sounds she was hearing, insinuating that it was him doing it. As far as Michael was concerned, he didn’t think he sounded creepy – more like he was sick. She should thank her stars that he didn’t end up being sick all over her face at the moment. He had just enough willpower to keep whatever it was in his stomach, down.

Opening his eyes wider, it was hard to make out exactly where they were. The room was really quite dark, and there didn’t appear to be windows, or even a door from where they were both laying.

“No, I feel like I have been hit by a truck…then a bus, and ran over by a train.” That was just about the level of pain he was in, though he was being a little elaborate in his explanation. “And..if I touch you, it’s not cause I want to.” Michael had to add that cause she was right beside him. Normally, he didn’t mind holding a pretty girl in his arms, though right now he didn’t really feel like he could even pick anything up if he tried.

“My bets are that someone slipped us roofies…and…we are in some sort of…hospital.”

Only problem with his theory was there was no sign of medical equipment and not only that the room smelt musty, almost like whatever filtration system was running had not been cleaned in like…forever. There was something really wrong with this scene. He turned his head again towards the girl and said. “Not to be rude, Miss….but who are you?”

 

Jsmn:

 

She waited until he was done blabbering his thoughts. And now she knows, they were pretty just beside each other, hearing him speak. “Are you an idiot? How can this be a hospital? Hospitals supposed to be bright, smelly and well, disgusting…” She said, almost choking herself with her sarcastic laugh but sounded like she’s choking. She coughed, and took a deep breath. “Well, I’m pretty hurt too. I can’t even move an inch…and yes, I know now that we are basically lying beside each other..Just try not to touch me, I don’t have the energy to even scream in pain if you happen to hit one of my I don’t know how many wounds…”

“It’s Claire…I don’t know what comes next…Just Claire…” She answered, “and you?”

 

Razor:

 

You know when you get that wish, that like if you had to share a room with a pretty girl, that she’d be sweet and adorable. Well, this girl was paying lip service, and not in a good way. First off, calling him an idiot for suggesting the room that they were in was a hospital. Sure, it didn’t appear anything like a hospital, but why else would they both be lying together in a dark room, unless this was the worst motel room in the city. This…was just all wrong, and with this girl laughing at him now, was making it all the worse. When she coughed from her little fit of laughter, it was hard not to smile. Michael was never one to be rude to strangers, but this girl had a nice way of winding him up, even if she didn’t realize she was doing it or not. The girl started to complain about not being able to move, which was a little similar to how Michael felt. It was like his arms were dead weights, and just lifting his hand to brush back his hair took some effort.

In a way it was like being trapped without restraints. Like, she…this girl who went on to say her name was Claire – said she didn’t want to be touched, cause she felt that she was covered in wounds. But why would they both be injured, laying in a dark room together and not being able to remember what happened to put them in this predicament. If he had been a girl, he would have been screaming for whoever put them there to come and let them out. But, being that he was a grown man, he had to not only put up with Claire, but he had to mind his manners in the light of things. One thing though…he couldn’t remember much about himself. She was able to sprout off her name, but it took Michael a good minute to remember his. That….was all he could remember.

“I think…I’m Michael.”

Now the worry was starting to creep in.

“Do you remember anything? How you came to be here….with me?”

 

Jsmn:

 

She knew that was a little rude of her but then words sometimes just blurts out before we could scale them whether it’s rude or not. Well, she thinks maybe she’s just screwed that way, if she’s wrong, if maybe her self that she’d forgotten is a little more of a sweet talker, that’s much better. “You think?…so, we both don’t remember that much huh?” She answered, “All there is…is just Claire. I don’t even know if that’s really my name. I don’t want to state the obvious, but I think we are captured…are you a smuggler or what?” She added, tho she know that’s really not the case here. It’s far more, serious and dangerous. She felt her heart thumping, and little by little, it’s getting hard to breath. She lifted her hand up with all her might, looking carefully if she’s injured there or not. “Good…” She whispered seeing only a few scratches and lifted it up towards where she thinks Michael was. “Let me do a hand shake, Michael… Don’t waste it, it took more energy than it supposed to be and hold on to it…” she said.

 

Razor:

 

So this girl, Claire; knew as much as he did. Just a name. That was all either could remember. The feelings were pain that was hard to describe, really. Although Michael had given a good go at it. His examples were treated lightly, till it appeared that Claire was now also trying to come to grips with the situation they were both in. “So we don’t both remember much.” Well that was a given. From what Michael could see he wasn’t even sure what he was wearing. His head straining slightly as he raised it enough to cast down to his shirt and pants, that both appeared to be bloodied and torn. You could try to deduce from things like attire, to match into the fact he was still in a lot of pain. As Claire continued to speak, about how she wasn’t even sure if she was actually Claire, Michael let out a roar of pain, as he forced himself with all his might to sit up. It was like his skin was tearing wide open, and no words could truly describe the feelings. His face however showed all he needed too. Brows deeply furrowed, and he was squinting so hard, you couldn’t see his eyes at all.

“AAARRRGGGHHH!”

His voice echoed throughout the darkened room till it died away, leaving him panting heavily. Claire asked if Michael was a smuggler, to which Michael let out a half laugh, as though she had to be kidding.

“I don’t even know what day it is, or what happened to me. If I were a smuggler, I am a pretty shitty one.”

Looking down at Claire she had managed to just lift her hand enough to shake, as some sort of attempt at greeting. A more formal one that early on. As not to waste his strength, he merely took her pinky and gave it a small shake.

“There….not wasted.” He released her finger and continued to observe his surrounds. Trying to listen out for the sounds of other voices, or machinery. Anything that might give off a clue as to where they were being held.

 

Jsmn:

 

“I don’t even know what day it is, or what happened to me. If I were a smuggler, I am a pretty shitty one.” She would be happy if that was really the case here. Feeling his hand, well, she doesn’t know if she can call it a hand shake. “There….not wasted.”
“I told you, hold on to it” She said. “Hold on to it…” She demanded, still not taking her hand away. “I think you’re hurting more than I am. I’ll try to…” she took a deep breath, “I’ll try to stand…” taking another one, “It’s getting hard to breath here, Michael….” she added.​

 

Razor:

 

Michael wasn’t expecting Claire to suddenly get clingy. First she says not to waste energy on the handshake, then she reminds him that she wanted him to hold onto her hand. Girls….seriously. Keeping hold of her finger, he slid his hand a bit further to clasp her own, but it didn’t come without some pain. He grumbled in annoyance, but fulfilled her wish anyways. “There…holding it. Happy now?” You couldn’t say that Michael was acting like a gentleman at the moment, more like this was starting to become a very strained relationship. Already, the concern that Michael felt was growing, and to add to that, this girl – Claire was probably going to be a burden to him as he tried to figure out just how to escape from the darkened room.

“I think you’re hurting more than I am…”

“Really? What gave you that idea?” Micheal had been pretty vocal when he tried to sit up and found himself in agonizing pain. Now, SHE wanted to try and sit up. Oh hell no… The very thought of her ear piercing screams was enough to force his hand.

“I’ll try to stand..”

“No..you won’t..” Using what energy he had, the young dark haired Michael spun his waist enough to try and lift Claire off the table, all the while she complained about the fact it was getting harder to breathe. Michael’s legs felt like they were turning to jello beneath them, but he strained as hard as he could as he tried to find an exit.

“There has to be a way out of here..” He coughed.

 

Jsmn:

 

A moment ago, she was actually trying to save their ass until she runs out of breath but then as she knew or well,… men are really unpredictable. “That’s just…” she coughed. “Really…unnecessary…dumb ass!” she complained trying to breath in as little as oxygen as her immune system agreed to. She watched him, but he was fading in the room, almost like blending in the dark. “M-michael?” she called.​

 

Razor:

 

“You’re welcome..”

What else could Michael say, when even in her fights for breathe, she still continued to tell him off. Micheal imagined that in different circumstances, that she would indeed be a real fighter, but right now she was fighting for every breath she could muster. Michael was in a great amount of pain, but he knew that the limited oxygen supply would only dwindle further unless he got himself under some amount of control. Panicking led to an increased heart rate, which in turn would mean that he would be taking greater and more frequent breaths. Blinking, as he tried in desperation to focus, he happened to make out the shape of what had to be some sort of doorway. Could this be their one and only way out. Adjusting his hold on the girl, he took a deep breath – holding it in and then charged at the door with all the might he had. The body slam would probably hurt like Christ, but he had to get them out of the room, and find that much needed fresh air.

On striking the door, the hinges buckled enough to force the door to fall forward – sending Michael and Claire with it.

 

Jsmn:

 

Just as she was about to call on him again, he appeared and before she could react she was already outside the room, or she thinks so feeling a cold breeze but it was just as dark as before. “M-michae..” before she could finish, she felt her hand touching something hard, a body? She didn’t land on something right? “M-M..” she muttered, slowly reaching again for that something she touched earlier, and ended up into what she can tell a face. “No! No!” She kicked, and try to get away without thinking, she just wanted t get away, she’s not sure what that was and as hell, she’s scared as hell now. “Michael!” she yelled.

 

Razor:

 

They had made it out. The force of the impact though was enough to have Michael roll on his back exposing Claire to whatever was outside the door. He could feel the terrible sensation that he had knocked his shoulder right out of his socket. The young man was now going cross eyed from the pain, but just to make matters worse…Claire started to stutter his name. Kind of a barrage of M’s. Like she was now upset to be outside the room. There really was no pleasing this girl. The hallway that they had found themselves in was just as dark as the room they had come from.

“No! No!” Claire started screaming. It was almost blood curdling as she screamed his name this time. “Micheal!”

“WHAT?!”

Michael could feel Claire trying to scoot back from something, and as much as it pained him, he strained his neck to see.

“OH MY GOD!”

Claire was partially lying on a dead body…the face etched in a horrific state. Whoever it was died horribly.

Bringing back the Bitch – PD

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

 

The World inside Scar’s hat 

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Bringing back the Bitch

Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you?”

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

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

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Where to start : The Witches Circle – PD

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

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desmedora’s grimoire.

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

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

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

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Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the Greed Kingdom to Witches Circle

Mariela to Esme

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

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

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

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(TC – Esme – Greed)

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ TC – Kingdom of Pride ]

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

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

Sieg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(TC)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lavinia got my message then?”

“Aye…and she sends her blessings.”

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

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

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

~RB~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May I ask what is this disturbance?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm.”

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

Even Tazuya seemed shocked that this had happened.

“Well shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She meant her ass print.

~RB~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Heart ache – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Following on from “The First Leviathan” – The Kingdom of Pride.

 

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Salem merely raised an eyebrow at the sight of his portal just being destroyed by those demonic flames, not really feeling threatened nor worried about what happend before them. If anything his annoyance only increased enough for him not to feel fear as this intruder decided to speak to Alaric. In the end it was the way he saw this creature, as an intruder, one that demanded but gave nothing than useless shows of force in return for his demands…and if anything, the genie felt like if poison was running through his veins as he heards the words he said…and that tone. But his face masked well the desire he heard to close a portal around his neck if with that he made silence

Brute…coming here and demanding things without even having the proper manners…

If anything the genie’s dark thoughts were fueled by the similarity between this man and one of his past masters, some persian warrior from the past that the genie to this day smiled as he imagined his ultimate fate at the hands of a poor slave who drove a pair of scissors through his neck the moment he tried to pry her legs open. It was something he couldn’t help, the genie did not enjoyed brutes, he despised them with every bit of his soul, and even if this so called Ikki was not one, his actions already gained him the dislike of the ancient creature bound to the Prince of Pride

With no disrespect implied, if a conversation was what you desired we would have been all happy to have given one…but no creature has the right to feel offended by the lack of one, when they display such hostility without justification

Salem seemed to behave like a good servant, being respectful of those in the room even if deep inside he desired to gut this creature and hang it upside down on a boat so the birds made quick works of the remains. But he couldn’t…he needed to keep the appearances and so he did, just stating the facts as again his sands seemed to seeming appeard out of thin air as they both rebuilded the Golden Gate this creature destroyed as he just fixed any structural damage he may have caused using the magic contained in the sands. Afterwards he spoke, still that respectful and collected tone in his voice, as to the eyes of others he may have not seemed the least bit bothered

If a conversation you desire, you will have it, but it will require for you to stop your hostility towards this lands and the Prince himself before anything…and of course, clearly state why of all places your suspicious leaned towards this kingdom, of the many that could have performed the action that caused you to come here seeking answers

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Kingdom – Pride Castle

The situation was coming to a head. From the words of the intruder, known simply as Ikki – a servant of the Lord of Envy, he was on a fact finding mission, that was to catch the culprit or murder the one that had slain the former head of Envy. The simple destruction of the golden gate the first time, along with further ill words being thrown around were not helping matters at all. Time for talk had come to an end. There was no correlation between whispers that the Pride kingdom had anything to do with Envy and the untimely death of the former Prince. To know the truth, one needed proof. Proof that would not be obtained between the walls of the Pride enclave. While the Prince himself was beyond annoyed by this stand off before him, the genie had chosen to use his tongue once more to bring the stale mate to some sort of conclusion. At the same time, he also engaged in bringing back that same gate that had been destroyed oh so easily. The Naga chose this moment to make his move. The great green eyes of the snake closed tight as the fabulous jewel that rested between its eyes was absorbed into its own skin. With that dissappearing from view, the snake began to morph into a full python. It’s body beginning to turn left – unravelling the massive coils as it created a perimeter around the Genie and the intruder. This ….circle would pass before the Prince of Pride as a method to shield him, whilst at the same time preparing a diversion.

When tail met head, the head of the massive naga reared up and it was then it did something very unusual. The jaw of the snake slackened, allowing the depth of the snake’s throat to be seen. But there was something in the serpent’s mouth now. Right at the back of the throat.

The jewel.

One thing about the Prince was he favored his own reflection, being a proud fellow. This meant that the Throne room itself was dotted with many mirrors and even small cuts of glass that was reflective. The naga chose to harness his environment to do a spectacular feat. A loud and terrible hiss came from the naga as the jewel was activated. The power of the jewel was a brilliant show of light, that rocketed out of the naga’s mouth and bounced off every single mirror in the room. This created a huge criss cross affect of light. Blinding enough to make it difficult to see, and possibly create a reaction from the invader to fall into the newly constructed Golden gate.

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~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Ikki had been listening to them speak politely, and he didn’t care that he had offended the Prince of Pride at all, if he had then he wouldn’t have done it in the first place if he had to be utterly honest with you to the full degree; however, he wasn’t surprised that the man’s minion was callous enough to actually assume he had the ability to say Ikki had started the fights. He was defending himself from guards who took it upon themselves to attack him when he was being peaceful at first, and normally he would have exploded from that and snapped back at the male, rose his sword against him and challenged him; but it was obvious that at least one servant of Pride knew how to defuse a situation. Thankfully, Ikki took the hint to that and instead of fighting, he simply covered his eyes and decided to head through the portal as fast as he can… teleporting out of the place as he got the hint.

(TC)

Tory:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle throne room

The nagas’ light show didn’t come as a surprise to Astaroth, he’d seen it happen before and it just so happened that his eyes weren’t so light sensitive as most others. A convenient trait in situations like these, he didn’t get blinded as easily and usually wasn’t all that surprised by it. He felt the intruder’s presence fade and disappear and shifted to a more peaceful appearance as soon as the man left. A different one from before as he wasn’t all that aware of his shapes and usually forgot if a lot of things happened in between. He usually blamed it on his lack of an appearance.
Is it just me or have I been threatened today by my supposedly faithful servant and then again by some [b]servant of a prince I don’t think I’ve even met in addition to being maybe accused of killing said prince and being a brainless child and a coward?[/b]” he asked as soon as the light dimmed down to what was normal for the throne room. “Because I don’t really understand what just happened.” he sighed.
This incident, though, acted a little like a wake up call. Astaroth needed to know more about what was happening in hell. It wasn’t enough to sit on his throne on this island even if he didn’t get to go anywhere. He might be stuck, but he was the only one. Everyone else who inhabited the island could leave at will and bring information back. He’d have to send out spies of his own. Make a league of spies specially chosen by him for skills that would make them nearly impossible to spot. He’d choose someone to represent him in the other kingdoms if he was ever invited somewhere and take part in everything he possibly could take part in. The best thing he could do, however, was to find a way to break the seal that held him on the island so he himself could travel when he needed to.
Salem, find me a raven.” he smiled at the genie and waited for him to leave before turning to the nagas. “How do you think is best to send a request to the witches? I’m thinking some of them may know about binding angels.” Astaroth did know almost every sigil there was for warding and several ways to seal angels, but he’d never thought he himself would be stuck as he always thought he’d stay in heaven and help others with healing or learning.
I also require to meet the stealthiest of my legionnaires. I think I need to set up a network of spies throughout hell so that I can get information that would otherwise be lost due to my unfortunate living arrangements.” he suggested with a smirk. “I believe I need to participate in this game of power. I have spent too much time on moping, don’t you think?” he shook his head as he walked past the nagas and gestured for him to follow.
I’m sure I have plenty of weapons to share with the soldiers and all of them are good, many even crafted by the angels. I believe holy items work best on demons, don’t they? I will take a few for myself but we can distribute the rest of them and then make sure the armoury is stocked of enough weapons so that every soldier will have at least one.” he walked from the throne room at a brisk pace towards his own private armoury of weapons that would eventually go dull unless he used them, or someone else.
Oh, and don’t forget. I don’t like it when I’m threatened by people around me, especially not when it’s a death threat for when I show weakness. Give only the neccesary information to Orimitsu. He is, after all, only supposed to be my mount.” he had noticed earlier, just chosen not to deal with it. “I do believe the way in which he spoke is not a way one should speak to his master, am I right?” he had always liked the nagas more anyway and now the genie as well even if the male didn’t seem to change his attitude much from neutral, but he clearly had a sense of humour. Something Astaroth appreciated.
He suddenly stopped walking about midway to his room of weapons.
Do you think that even if I’m the only one with this stomach ache, that I should have a doctor come for a visit just to get a second opinion on my health? You know, before we go to the extremes of preparing for an attack that might not even be coming.” he suggested. As an angel with healing powers, it was unlikely that he missed a sickness in his own being. But there was always the slim chance that he did, right? “Yes, I think that might be wise. Although it is highly unlikely that I missed it. Can you send a messenger or do we have one situated here?” he asked and then shook his head in disbelief at his own lack of knowledge for his own troops. He definitely needed to step up his game.

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
As soon as Ikki left, the genie physically relaxed quite a bit as he just allowed a rather loud sigh to come out as the Golden Gate just vanished just around the same time that the light being created by Alaric did…only to reveal, surprise surprise, that the genie had called upon a pair of sunglasses to help him deal with the blinding light better, an accessory that if anything made him look strangely hilarious considering the clothing he was wearing at the moment. As to why he didn’t just close his eyes and decided to make a fool out of himself wearing that? Well…in all honesty it was for the Prince sake other than anything, and basicly to mask his own annoyance with how this week had turned out, in the end he didn’t wanted that neither the naga or his master would misunderstand the genie’s stressed eyes

Apparently lately you not the most popular person around Master…but then again you shouldn’t worry about the brute from before…I highly doubt he has the brain capability to find out who the killer is…if anything maybe he is going to try to pull that little number on the rest of the princes until they slap his head off his shoulder

Finally, able to go back to his normal self and calm down his own annoyance from the encounter from before the genie made the sunglasses vanish into smoke as he stood there, rubbing his temples a bit as he looked around at the room, relieved that Ikki decided to stop breaking things and just take his leave before he ended up becoming Alaric’s dinner. Of course his thoughts were interrupted by Astaroth request, which caused the genie to look at him with a raised eyebrow…a little confused about the request

Uhm…as you wish Master…I guess…

He said the small part still a bit confused about the sudden need for a raven of all things,but nevertheless he took off without questioning Astaroth directly, just flying off as his legs seemed suddenly replaced by some sort of very thick golden smoke as he flew across the air, leaving by an open window to seek the bird his master requested…even if he did not really knew why of all times he would need it now. This made him thought about his past masters, and the times when they have requested sudden wishes of this nature

A raven…why of all things would he suddenly have the need for an animal?…uhm…maybe it’s like that girl who…no, absolutely no…he isn’t like that…well…I hope…

Trying to shake a rather disturbing memory off from the time one of his most depraved mistresses asked him for a dog, Salem flew across the island in search for the bird that he quickly spotted standing inside a cage along with others of the same nature . The cage was placed on top of the roof of one of the houses, a place where they kept those trained birds to deliver messages outside the island. It may have sounded weird but ravens basicly were among the few creatures that here in Hell did not called so much attention so they were perfect to use as message birds

There we go…you come with me

Salem opened the cage, taking carefully one of the ravens as he just decided to fly back to the castle, taking a single moment to stare at the island below him and sighing deeply, unable to hold back the envy he felt towards the people below. Even if it sounded hard to believe Astaroth was a great ruler, and the people down there were just as happy as they were free, and many of them were willing to give away their lives for the one inside the throne room there. In a sence he felt the same, but he knew that despite all his power they had something he didn’t…and that thoughts never left him

Someday…one of this days…

Salem made his way back into the throne room as soon as Astaroth and Alaric had finished their conversation, his legs again forming as he stood next to the Prince of Pride as he held out the raven out at his lord, hoping that perhaps his assumption was right and he required it to send a message or something of the sorts. At least the bird was trained and it wouldn’t try to bite off a piece of flesh from their finger, so…at the very least it wasn’t an aggresive bird and it was more or less trained

The bird you requested, hopefully this is the type you were searching for…

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Pride castle throne room

With the combined efforts of the Naga and the Genie, the disruptive visitor was sent packing through the Golden gate. As soon as the Gate turned back to sand, the Naga closed it’s mouth and the light stopped abruptly. Alaric’s head wobbled from side to side before the jewel reappeared within the Naga’s forehead – the creature now taking on the human like torso once more, but the body was still in the form of a circle that had been used to protect the Prince. it would take a few moments before the Naga was able to shrink back, but in this time he noted that the Genie had managed to find a pair of sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes. The naga had forgotten about the Genie’s condition, but at the time he needed to create the light to help reinforce the fact that the invader needed to leave the Prince’s castle. The glasses did give the Genie a comical appearance, but as the Prince was still very upset by the events so far of that day, Alaric felt it unwise to try and make “light” of the situation.

Salem was already speaking to the Prince about theories as to why he was now a target of interest by the likes of Envy. Though from Alaric’s understanding, the character with the cocky attitude was in search of facts and no doubt he would be travelling to all kingdoms, not just Pride. You had to remember, there were seven kingdoms in Hell, and as it stood, Astaroth knew very little about his fellow Princes and Princesses. If he was to stay on top of things, he needed to know more of what was happening beyond his walls. His address to the Naga, after sending Salem off hunting for a raven, said as much.

“I believe I need to participate in this game of power. I have spent too much time on moping, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t go as far to call it moping, M’lord. Your hands are bound since you are unable to leave the Kingdom. So naturally, I can see why you might find all this frustrating.” Alaric spoke with a refined air, as he slithered alongside his Lordship. “As for the Witches, they are found in the Lands of Dyre. Led by Lavinia the Elder. As with other kingdoms, a summons could be done by raven, or perhaps you could engage Salem’s magic in order to speak to them another way.” It was not the Naga’s ability to speak telepathically to others on another plane. Every creature has its limitations. All he could do was make suggestions.

Approaching the armory, the Prince wanted clarification on whether holy items could repel demons. “I believe that they would be useful as weapons in the case of a demonic invasion. The question is just how big an invasion force it is. As you have said before, you wish to send out a spy network to judge just who is the biggest threat to your kingdom. We still don’t know who it is that has upset your dreams and your thoughts, M’lord.” As it stood, they knew that Envy was in search of the one that killed the first Leviathan. The hound let off the Prince of Envy’s leash had helped to discount that kingdom. That left the possibility of either, Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, Lust and Sloth being the warmongers.

Something else was still troubling the Prince. The words or threats that came from his Dragon – Orimitsu. The dragon did not like the Prince’s behavior, but in making a death threat over it there was now distrust between the Prince and his mount. Astaroth decreed that the dragon was only to be given limited information in future. The Naga bowed at the Prince’s words.

“As you wish, M’lord.” Alaric didn’t want to have to go into that conversation again, after everything that had happened that day so far. It was time to move forward and get on with the job of ensuring the Prince’s protection from external forces. The fact that the Prince was feeling ill in his stomach however, was something that needed tending to as soon as possible.

“I believe we have one on staff that can treat your ailments, M’lord. Calling someone in from the outside would only delay treatment, and I would rather see you healed and ready to face the challenges ahead.”

The Naga bowed once more, before slithering away in search of the Kingdom’s medical center.

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~RB~

Tory:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle

It’s nice to hear that. Please go fetch him. If this really is nothing but an upset stomach, I don’t think we’ll have to defend ourselves from anything. After all, my predictions aren’t always…” he paused to sigh and roll his head. “Predictable.” he smiled and waved after the naga. He’d attend to the doctor first and then take inventory on holy weapons later. For as long as there was an illness, the possibility of an invasion decreased considerably. At least the horrible outcome of his or his companions’ death. That knowledge would ease his building stress for the moment.
Astaroth was gazing out a window where Alaric had left him when Salem approached. He turned around with a smile and raised his arm so that the bird could hop on top it so that Astaroth could pet it. He always made sure everyone were as sated and comfortable as was possible, even the messenger birds. After all, if his subjects were happy, they were more likely to do his bidding. Even if it was an unreasonable request every now and then.
Thank you, Salem.” he gestured for the genie to follow. “Now, it has just come to my attention that another raven will be needed. Not, however, if you are capable of getting me in touch with a powerful, knowledgable witch that might possibly help me with my confinement problem.” he didn’t know how it could be done, but the genie’s connection to magic might be of help in the matter and was probably what would make it possible for him to connect with users of magic.
The fallen angel was walking towards his study, his private quarters and personal library. He was most at ease in places of knowledge, so he’d prepared a nice corner with comfortable and simple beddings. That way he could be with his books all hours. He, of course, had another room he used on occasion. One that was as lavish as one would imagine a prince’s bedroom to be, but Astaroth wasn’t someone that took pride in expensive surroundings. He enjoyed the beauty of things and the expensive stuff was more often than not far too loaded to be considered beautiful.
Once inside his study, which was a medium sized room just inside the library, he headed immedietly for his desk which was, as per usual, filled with parchment and scrolls on his current research. Currently it was a study of human morals relating to rulers in the human world that participated in conflict between nations. Before he’d tried to study the morals of demons and to find ways to predict them, but had discovered that there were hardly any previous moral codes for demons to follow. He’d given up the project and instead turned to humans, which were a delight to study.
Astaroth tidied up his desk by stacking the parchment and rolling up the scrolls to place in a box. Everything was tightly organised, marked or stamped so that it was easy for him to put it back or pick up where he left from. Each project was labelled by colour and the colour painted in a book with a short summary of the project and a list of every source he used. Older colours often had observations listed as a source. Something that had disappeared from the book after Astaroth was locked up. A reddish black marked the change of the prince’s freedom, the only colour in the book without a summary for the project was not finished and wouldn’t be until he was free from his prosperous prison.
The prince of pride, Astaroth, requires your services at pride castle. Send word about your arrival date and a flag will be provided for your safe passage over the lake.‘ he wrote in fine writing, each letter clear so that the message would be received without problem. He attached the message to the raven and sent it off.
Now, back to witches.” he stood up and rearranged everything as it was before so that he could easily pick up his research whenever he had time. “Would you have any idea who would be best to contact and know of a way to contact them efficiently?” it wasn’t often that Astaroth became serious, however, the situation called for it. Even if he wanted nothing more than to drink a tasty beverage with friends and attend to his garden.

Sieg:
Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
The genie sighed as he looked at the Prince in silence, truly at times getting puzzled by his behaviour towards the creature of this land. It’s true a monarch should respect his subjects if he did not wanted an uprising against him, in fact this was a lesson he learned well interestingly enough back in France. Would you believe he was part of the french revolution? That he had to disguise like the rest of people there in an attempt to blend in while he also had to perform missions to ensure the revolution would survive? He wasn’t an stranger to that at that point, he wore million of masks, served million of masters and mistresses and fought countless times to preserve their ideals while deep inside he awaited for Death to come claim his owner. It was what scared him now, any genie would claim the same, but Death always came to those who held this type of servants…ever observant…always fair and always there as an old friend of the genie. But for the first time he did not wanted to see it, being face to face again as it was Death that would determine who he would serve next…

Uhm…with the witches you say? Well…while a raven might be proper I pressume there is something that can be done

The genie followed his master, as usual always silent but ever present, looking around for a moment at that library found in this castle. He found it funny, funny to think that the very first moment Astaroth granted him a bit of freedom of movement he secluded himself within this room, hidden, believing the Prince would never visit this place and feeling comfortable among the pages of books. It was strange, his younger self would rarely read a book at all and would prefer to listen to information from other people ears…but ever since the moment he was taken from his home, lost everything…books became really good companions all of the sudden, at least, before meeting the ones here…but…even then at times he wished that he could just be with his loved ones…maybe if- And it was when it hitted him, a way to help his lord communicate with the witches after all

Well…seeking an audience with their elder sounds like the best idea I have right now, as for how to contact them, I do believe in this delicate issue…it would be best to go there in person my lord

His tone of voice sounded amused, as he did not explained how he planned to exactily put him in the place he needed to be considering he was bound to this location. No, in fact he explained nothing as he closed his eyes and focused, his sands making a circle around his feet as he noticed a rather concentration of magic somewhere…somewhere he asumed would hold somebody who could direct Astaroth to the elder witch, or someone who could help him. So the genie, repressing an smirk clasped his hands together, the accesories he wore made a sound at the sudden movement as the sands on command began moving forward, spinning without any apparent control in the air until a figure was formed from them, one that seemed a near clone of Astaroth himself…one that landed before him. It was identical almost in everything, except for the fact that it was fully composed of magically charged golden sands

You cannot leave this inmediate area, yet this does not mean that a golem is not able to be your voice and your ears on the outside…of course it won’t last forever but I believe it will work for your needs my lord

The genie smirked, as usual just finding some sort of loop alongsides the rules of a spell like his kind usually did. It wasn’t something so uncommon, and it was the reason that perhaps so many creatures like witches for example were careful around them…they would fulfill their word, but usually getting their way somehow. It was at this point that on his hands another item formed, what seemed to be a crown he held out towards Pride himself, small and simple, with only a gem on the front as the rest seemed like two golden vines starting on the back and meeting at the gem

The moment you place this on your head, the creature of the sands will be taken to a place known as the Witches Circle and you will be able to speak through it, ear what it ears, and your view will be the same. Through I have to warn you, this place is sacred to those like them who weild the mystic arts, so it will be wise that you introduce yourself properly my lord and seek an audience with their Elder, if we are lucky, they will be cooperative…

He did not mention why he couldn’t go in person, but perhaps the biggest reason was that he wasn’t a normal Djinn, he wasn’t free to use his magic like them, if anything he was a genie, and a defective one for that matter and part of him feel ashamed to meet them directly…or even wrost, be detected by another creature such as himself and being made a fool off for requesting the aid of witches and warlocks. Genies usually requested another sort of help, they held their own councils separatedly from the rest of mystic beings…they had their own rules, their own regulations…but he couldn’t resort to them either even if Astaroth desired it more than anything. He wouldn’t bow to the ones who turned their backs on his time of need, that considered an eternity of slavery a good punishment for a child’s mistake…and neither he would meet the witches directly, but he trusted doing this would be better, in the end, even if it would end up being taxing to maintain this golem remotetly, keep the connection and teleport it altogether…at the very least, he would still intact the little pride he had left

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Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Kingdom – Pride Castle

Alaric had left the Prince with his next closest adviser – the genie, to go in search of a medical practitioner within the grounds of Pride Castle. Surely they had a few to call on, as the Prince should have a private physician on staff for such emergencies as this. The only problem was that the Prince had visions, dreams as well as the pain in his stomach. The Naga was no medical man, but he knew that this was not a simple quick fix. Going down into the bowels of the castle, he came across a series of rooms where soldiers and the like were treated for wounds, and battle injuries when they were practicing in the arenas and training pits. As a stretcher was brought in by two hefty looking fellows, and a soldier lay upon it with a sword sticking out of his gut, Alaric knew he was in the right place. With blood spurting out and onto the floor, it was easy for someone to slip. One thing that Alaric noticed was the lack of hygiene and the dated tools of trade that were on the walls. The Spanish inquisition had more modern equipment. In the centre of the next room, a woman wearing a nurses uniform was trying to replace a man’s eyeball with a wooden one. The man was grunting and groaning, thrashing about, as an over sized orderly tried to hold him down.

“Stop ya fidgeting, ya daft git. This will only hurt for a bit.” The squishing sound of her fingers working in the replacement eye was enough to make a man gag. She obviously knew what she was doing, but her bed side manner was lacking. There was no way that the Naga could present this woman to the royal court. She was covered in blood and entrails, her hair swept up into a loose bun, with large bottle like glasses that sat on the end of her nose. Finally the eyeball was firmly fixed in place and the nurse shouted out.

“NEXT!”

“Err….excuse me, Madame. I come from the Prince with a request for relief to his stomach pains.” The Naga was still partially in snake form, but the torso was that of a human. He didn’t mean to scare the woman, but she did give a yelp in surprise and fright.

“HORRIBLE HORNY TOADS!…YOU SLITHERING SCALY SNAKE! FANCY SNEAKING UP ON A POOR WOMAN!” The nurse clapped a hand over her right bosom and with her left hand she reached for her work station. It was not the kind of reaction that the Naga was expecting, but he tried to bite his tongue.

“My apologies if I startled you. I merely seek treatment for the Prince.” Trying to reinforce the reason for interrupting her surgery. The nurse came to her senses when she realized that the Naga worked directly for the Prince himself. She let out a huge expulsion of air before muttering under her breath and going over to her medical cabinet. Taking out bottle after bottle, opening lids, sniffing the ingrediants before starting to make a herbal remedy with the Naga waiting in behind her. The smell wasn’t very nice, but then again neither was the surgery. A few grunts and the occassional sneeze, and the woman then turned around with a bottle of purple coloured liquid.

“A spoon full before each meal, without fail and he should be fit as a fiddle in two days.” The nurse sure of her potion and that it would have the desired affect. Taking the bottle from the nurse, the Naga raised an eyebrow. He had to wonder if there was anything he should know about. Like side effects. He cocked a brow as the nurse set to get ready to work on her next patient. An amputation.

“Any…side effects?’

“A little nausea. Nothing he can’t handle. Now off with you, gotta hack off this boy’s right leg.” The nurse shooed the Naga as she held a huge saw in her hand, the patient letting out a blood curdling scream.

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“Oh shut up, ya sissy!”

~RB~

Tory:

Re: [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle, Astaroth’s study

Astaroth furrowed his eyebrows in dislike at the sands in his study, he didn’t trust anyone to clean in there other than himself and would hate to have to sweep the room to rid it of leftover grains of Salem’s golden sands. However, as the golem began to rise and take a form that Astaroth assumed was his own at the moment, his frown turned into a smile that he turned towards the genie.
That is magnificent.” he was astonished, as was shown when he walked around the thing and examined almost every grain on it’s surface. “I sure hope it works.” he wasn’t certain it would as Astaroth’s binding spell was quite potent. Although, on that thought, he could meditate and look at people beyond the barrier. Perhaps he would be able to let his consciousness travel with the golem as he could whenever he looked at the past.
The moment I…” he trailed off as he lifted the crown from Salem’s hands and examined it. It was quite beautiful. “I must ask you to guide the goldsmiths along whenever I’ll need a crown, this one is quite beautiful.” he smiled at his friend and lifted the crown to his head before he stopped and lowered his arms.
I must warn you. I do believe that when my consciousness disappears with this golem of yours, my body will most likely turn to that blank nothingness like sometimes happens when I sleep, right? So, as I’ve said numerous times before, please don’t move me or look at me too much. Sight is a little bit tricky to bring back.” he was of course referring to the blank whiteness that was his real, but not so much, appearance. The appearance of someone without one. It was a matter that easily confused people. Much to Astaroth’s annoyance, although sometimes amusement.
The white was bright enough to blind, much like Alaric’s light show earlier, only focused to one spot and constantly moving and changing due to the lack of a definite form. If he were in heaven without a form, it would hardly matter, but he had discovered that demons and others than angels were sometimes weak to this particular kind of light and thus sometimes turned out blind. In the worst cases, their eyes burned. Astaroth liked neither outcome. Eyes were tricky to make and fix. So many details one had to look out for.
Now, I best get going. Do make sure no one gets in, will you?” he asked kindly before putting the crown on. It didn’t seem to work right away and Astaroth was about to speak when a searing pain passed through his head as his consciousness when his mind tried to break through the barrier. Apparently his actual mind passing through in a golem was not allowed. He let out a shrill scream and immedietly gripped his head tightly. And then he was gone. As was obvious when his body collapsed to the ground and his clothes and golden locks faded to white, wings protruded from his back and everything started flickering and moving. What was lying on the floor was a hint of a winger humanoid form. Looking at it for one millisecond would maybe show a fat angel and the next it would be a childlike winged form. Never the same, never any details, only hints. Remnants and never the ones of his real appearance.

[Astaroth, thread change]

 

Sensual cleansing – The Embassy : PD

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Setting down his champagne flute, Valmont settled back against the curved edge of the tub to listen to Nicholas explain when he first had feelings for him. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard that it had been a good couple of months. That Nicholas had been watching him, and yet didn’t once try to make a move. His insecurity about his body would have caused that. Now that was out of the way, and Valmont knew what he was as well as accepted it this gave Nicholas a new found confidence that was a joy to watch and experience. Through their love it was clear that nothing was impossible.

Valmont Reached around and took the sponge that had a good amount of soap upon it and then with his free hand he swept Nicholas’s hair to one side as he started to rub the sudsy sponge against Nicholas’s back.

“Only fair with the way you are sitting, that I do you first.”

Valmont had a firm hand, so Nicholas may well feel slightly pushed forward when Valmont worked his magic. It would start with the shoulders and go in a circular motion. Around and around. Lather and foam dribbling down Nicholas’s back only to land in the water.

The ambassador dunked the sponge into the tepid bath waters, then brought his arms around Nicholas, to start washing his chest. By doing this, Nicholas would find himself pulled in close with his sudsy back now hard up against Valmont’s chest. The incubus’s legs now wrapped around his. One hand using the sponge to clean, the other strumming his chest and even tweaking a nipple. Nicholas’s bare shoulder was so inviting, that Valmont bent his head forward to kiss it. The water lapped gently against the side of the bath, as all conversation seemed to stop.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

This was truly something Nicholas was enjoying very much. You could say he could stay like this forever but, he knew it was for a while. Feeling the sponge work its magic around his back and shut his eyes, it was loving. Feeling him work down his shoulders he’d slightly groan out in the sense of enjoying it. It was doing numbers on his body, feeling his back against Val’s he’d lean into him some. Leaning his neck to the side with his hair hanging down the side, he’d leave him plenty of room to do as he pleased. Feeling the small tweak against his nipples he’d feel them slightly harden and he bit onto his bottom lip, gasping once slightly. It was peaceful and lovely in the silence.

” Mmm.. I must say, you would make a good person who gives amazing massages, truly a miracle. ” he said happily with a sigh.

Nicholas moved his legs so they were sitting straight out in front of him, giving more room in the tub. His hands would go down and slightly rub against Valmont’s legs, spinning circles with his fingers. He’d trail them up his legs as far as he could reach from his position, his lower back slightly moving against his inner area since he was in between him. A small smirk slipped onto his lips and he was glad he couldn’t see his face, it was something he snickered a bit at.

 

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Embassy of Hell

Valmont released a light grunt when Nicholas chose to move his back against his lower region. It set off a reaction that was all too easy to do in such close quarters. Having been already washing down Nic’s chest, the incubus had his lover well in his grasp. The happy sigh from Nicholas, topped with the words about how good Valmont was at amazing massages earnt a cheeky response.

“Well considering you are trying to massage me right now with your ass, I have to say it is you that are good at being very bad.”

The ambassador started to rub the sponge harder across Nic’s chest and then lower abdomen. Each time pulling Nic’s body back against his. He leaned down and started to flick his tongue against Nic’s ear. “You’re so dirty…I have to rub a bit harder. I know you won’t mind.” Taking in the tip of Nicholas’s ear lobe, Valmont sucked it lightly, before nipping it with the edge of his dog tooth. All the while he continued to clean Nicholas’s chest, till he tossed the sponge into the water, and let his hand go lower. It wasn’t hard to find Nicholas was already feeling aroused from the attentions. The water sloshed out over the side of the bath when Valmont pulled Nicholas tighter against him -whilst now assaulting his neck with nips and kisses.

He had forgotten all about being gentle. There were no more words, just raw passion being displayed by the alpha male. Being a predator to Nicholas’s offered body. He knew that Nicholas would find it very hard to resist. Valmont’s fingers soon were finding their way inside his lover again. The thrusting causing water to come in and out rapidly, thus increasing stimulation. Valmont’s hardness rubbed in between the crack of Nic’s ass. The incubus making it clear he wanted his lover to lose himself to this watery tryst. His fingers dug deep into his lover’s flesh to hold him hard to him as this was yet another conquest of his body.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

A couple of chuckles escaped Nicholas lips from the comment. Was he being bad? Maybe, he was good at being bad, something he’d keep in his head. Feeling the pull against him again he’d bite hi lip to hold in the moan, he knew his game.

“I guess I am good at being bad.. no I don’t mind if you rub a bit harder..” He said with a squeak, holding in the best he could.

Once he was sucking on his lobe he’d slightly shutter from it, biting his lip a bit harder. It was hard to keep moans in but, he was doing his best to. The kisses and nips made Nicholas let out giggles, a small giggle fit. He had murmurer sorry in a hushed tone, controlling himself. It was a ticklish spot, what could a person do? His breaths hitched up a bit as his hand went down lower into the water, between his thighs and he shut his eyes. Nicholas knew exactly what was going to go on and he was going to enjoy it. The intrusion into him again made Nicholas brake, the water helping it more stimulate. The lips had parted and sounds escaped them, ranging from soft to loud with each motion.

” V-V-Valmont.. oh hng, Val, Val, oh gosh, Valmont.. ” He had said loudly, signaling that he was enjoying the touches.

Nicholas would feel the lower half rubbing between and his face was once again slightly red but, not as red from earlier. Feeling his fingers dig in to his skin he knew he wouldn’t escape easily. Nicholas would continue on letting his bum rub back against his hardness when he pulled him back, obviously wanting to please him too.

 

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Embassy of Hell

There were times when Valmont could be gentle and loving, but there were also those moments when he lost himself to the pleasures of his lust and right now he was finding the whole bathing situation to be pushing him to his limits. A fire was ignited, and the way that Nicholas cried out in response to the way that Valmont touched and gripped his skin, the incubus was now wanting to dominate him. The sly rubbing of his small buttocks to Valmont’s member brought an enraptured growl of delight. Teasing Valmont after he had said he didn’t mind if he rubbed a bit harder. He could not help but whisper in Nicholas’s ear.

“I can get a lot harder….lover.”

He wound his arm around Nicholas’s waist and forcibly lifted him so that he would be moved up slightly, only to be brought back down hard upon Val’s shaft. There would be no word of warning, when the waters spilled over the side of the bath and with a grunt of exertion, he filled his lover to the brim. Nicholas’s back was now hard to Valmont’s chest and it was clear that Valmont was very much in control.

Valmont reached for Nicholas’s chin, to turn his head to face his own and then crushed his lips to Nic’s to stifle any cries of pleasure or pain. His tongue worming into Nic’s mouth and invading – dancing with his tongue. A free hand moved back to Nicholas’s lower lips and began to flick and tease – winding Nicholas up to the point he could not hold back from bucking upon his love.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The growl had been a signal that Nicholas knew he was enjoying this and doing something correct. Hearing his words it made him wonder exactly what he was going to do, this man knew no bounds right now. Feeling himself lifted and brought back down rather hard onto his shaft, a sound of pain would of erupted but, it was cut off by his lips to his own. Nicholas squirmed in his grasp, feeling him move, his breath hitching more then it was. At this point in time he had no control of what to do, he had no say you could say he was being put as the submissive. His eyes half stayed open as he gladly let Val enter his mouth and let their tongues work together in a rythem. Touches were going again and he started moaning into the kiss, shuttering ever so lightly from the pleasure.

Nicholas was still sore from earlier festivities, would he be sore after this? Yes, he defiantly would, it didn’t help that he was a virgin and was now being penetrated once again. Their wasn’t as much pain anymore, it was pleasure but he knew it’d come back and bite him in the ass later. Moments later Nicholas would force his body to move and turn, his chest to Valmont’s. He wanted to him to see how he was truly pleasing him and how he was pleasing him. His own hips decided to start moving up and down against Valmont’s, pushing more and more into. Moans continued on escaping his lips and his hands slid up his chest. Nicholas let his own chest rub against Valmont’s, their nipples rubbing together, his fingers trailed up and started squeezing Valmont’s own nips. He’d continue on rubbing still while squeezing and rubbing them, massaging almost and a soft smirk playing in his lips through the moans.

 

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Embassy of Hell

Valmont was rubbing off on Nicholas, but not in the way you expect. The rough play had worked up his young lover nicely, and now it was Nicholas who was taking charge. Turning around so that he was straddling Valmont in the bath, but still on him firmly. He was going to start to force his own will on Val, and this was exactly what he had hoped for. To see his lover grow even more confident. It was more exciting than he could have ever imagined. Nicholas wanted to see Valmont’s face…to see the changing expressions as he ground his hips hard to Val’s own.

With skilled hands Valmont moved them down to Nic’s buttocks and cupped them in his large hands. It was not like he was trying to force any actions, oh no. He was just wanting to feel his lover move, as he stole kisses between the sinful petting. Using his own chest to stimulate Val’s nipples worked at treat, but when he added finger play into it, oh how Valmont wanted to bite and suck those slender digits.

Charged now with excitement, he changed tact and grabbed Nic’s waist, sitting up a little as he lowered his head and started to wildly nip and suck at one of his nipples, with Nic riding him like there was no tomorrow. Water was going all over the floor, lapping over the bath edge in waves. Valmont losing himself to his lover now. A burning hunger flooding his veins. He wanted to hear Nic scream his lover’s name when he reached his peak.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It took Nicholas by surprise as Valmont had lean down and started sucking at his nip and it made him feel so much more. He didn’t care that the floor was getting wet from their activities, it’d be cleaned later anyways. It was all pleasure right now and he could feel that it’d come to a end soon, he wasn’t sure how much his body could handle. Nic’s hands slid up his Val’s sides and into his hair, he tugged and pulled at his long hair. He needed something to hold onto for this, it was killing him inside in a good way. Nicholas would continue his actions simply riding the man before him with no shame, just love. It would be interesting to wonder what others would think, changes would obviously be felt between the duo. Many things had went through his head but they were washed away with his moans.

Nicholas had slightly tightened up and knew that it was coming shortly, Val’s name had left his mouth so many times this night he wouldn’t ever be able to forget it. Tugging a bit more at his long hair he leaned his head back, oh it was indeed enjoyable at this moment. He’d slightly move his hips a bit more in a circle motion for a few moments and then went back to normal. Nicholas had pushed his chest against Val’s face slightly in a arching manner and quickly the feeling of something shattering came, his release shortly after. One single scream of a word left his lips moments after it.

” Valmont! ”

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

It was simply glorious. Nicholas now taking the reigns so to speak. Finding his own sexual power and seizing his lover in a way that he never would have before. Valmont had led the way, and now he was free to explore this new found power and exploit it. The sudden rough tugging of his long silver locks, did not phase Val in the slightest. He did pull his head back a little to show a little fight, but wanted Nic to really get a handle on this. The constant nipping at his chest and sucking of each nipple had done the trick. Nicholas arching his back so he could give even more to Valmont, who surrended quite easily and kept up as though feasting.

Valmont then felt all of Nicolas’s inhibitions stripped away as he gave in completely to the lust. Riding his lover and curling his hips to get the very most out of every single action. Feeling Val even deeper than before, while rubbing that most sensual bulb within. Nicholas could never ever be more beautiful than he was now. Crying out Val’s name whilst mixed in with long drawn out moans. His young lover tugged harder at Valmont’s hair, and this was when he felt Nic tighten. His muscles constricting as he was reaching the peak. Val slyly moved his hands around to clamp on Nic’s waist and right as he screamed his name out for all to hear, Valmont grunted and his seed spewed his lover’s womb….again and again as the two fused together as one. Nicholas would be left a quaking mess, but Valmont would only move his hands higher and bring his lover to rest upon his own chest. He kept kissing the top of Nicholas’s head, breathing the words. “You are mine.”

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The time spent in the past couple of hours were amazing, from the office to the bathtub, something he’d never dreamed of in his wildest dreams. Again, it was all so shocking to him but, realization hit him when he was riding his lover, like nothing. Nicholas enjoyed this greatly, it was so new and exciting. Pleasuring and joyous, never had he felt someone want him like this. He felt something inside him again, the same feeling from earlier when Valmont was inside, it was his own release. Once.. twice, three? Three times had he let go in him and it felt utterly amazing, it was something he wished for over and over. Were their going to be consequences for doing such actions, without anything? Most likely but, that didn’t register in the mind of a loved struck boy. Laying his head upon his chest as Valmont pushed, he’d breath out heavily, panting a bit.

” You’re mine too. ” He said softly.

Moments later his breathing would calm and he’d slowly sit up from his grasp. Cleaning still had to be done, it would bother him other wise. Sliding himself off his now low member he’d groan a bit from it, he pouted a bit as it came out. Letting his hand slide through the water he found the sponge and picked it up, putting soap into it. Nicholas then went into washing Val, starting from his shoulders and working his way down his body. Slowly he’d circle the sponge around his nipples and gave each a small kiss. Once his chest was finished with soap, he’d glide down a bit more, lower towards his hood. The sponge would rub up and down, cleaning and washing anything away. It would of been teasing since he was once again touching that area. After Nic would simply glide up the sponge letting the water fall and wash the soap off. Nicholas body and hair were completely wet like Val’s and it was an amazing site. A small smile propped on his lips as he looked at him directly.

” All clean now. ”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

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Valmont could just lay back and watch Nicholas all day. He could finally relax and enjoy the soaking after what was another wild encounter. It was almost like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other – which was evident when Nicholas took it upon himself to wash his new lover over with the soapy sponge. Valmont wasn’t about to stop him either. He kept smirking as he felt the slippery soap being smeared over him and then washed away again. They may have both been clean now, but boy before they were really dirty. At the end of the wash, Nicholas was just as wet, as Valmont was. Almost like he’d been dunked. Valmont put his hand down to the top of the water and using his fingers, he flicked water at Nicholas playfully.

“Yeah, clean for now.”

Valmont reached for either side of the tub and then pushed himself up and threw his leg over the side so he could get out. He wasn’t one for lounging all day in the warmth of the bath. He knew that he still had a job to do, and though as much as he was enjoying Nicholas’s company, in the back of his mind he was thinking about how Zachary was getting on, in finding Bandit. Nagging questions entered his thoughts. Raul being the way he was when he left the Fallen’s temple was going to make things dangerous for both Bandit and Zachary, if the Embassy staffer didn’t get to her first.

Taking a towel off the rail, Valmont started to dry himself down as his voice would now lose its playful edge.

“We are going to have to make things ready for when Zachary returns. He may well have Bandit with him, and if that is the case, we are going to need to be on alert for the likes of Raul. There is simply no telling what he will do.”

Wrapping the towel around his hips, Valmont headed back out to find a change of clothing and start notifying the staff of Zachary’s return. This would give Nicholas a chance to finish his bath and also mull over the tryst with Valmont. It was not that Val didn’t want to stay and talk about their budding relationship, he just remembered…that he was the Ambassador and he had a job to do.

 

~RB~

Soul Suckers – The Kingdom of Sloth : PD

 

 

Kiri:  

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

 

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

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

“We’ve got visitors.”

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


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

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

Matt:

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

“Just the thought of it makes me tired.”

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

“Where does she get all that energy?”

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

“Perfect.”

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

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

“Lord are yo-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Great Burnt Badger.

CAUTION, ADULT CONTENT AND SWEARING AHEAD
NO NAMES PLEASE

ATTENTION ATTENTION ATTENTION….
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT….
DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES PUT CHILLI OIL OR VICKS (YEAH THE SMELLY STUFF) ANYWHERE I REPEAT ANYWHERE NEAR YOUR VAGINA!
THIS COMES TO YOU VIA ME THE POOR SUCKER…. SITTING IN THE MATERNITY UNIT WITH MY A$$ AND SAID VAGINA BOILING THE ICE BUCKET IM SITTING IN…
I WANT TO GO BACK TO PEELING MY RAW EGGS (THAT WAS YESTERDAYS BABY BRAIN) NOW….
I’m actually laughing…. could be the pain…. could be the stupidity…. could even be the pain relief…. but anyways… just DONT DO IT….
34 weeks pregnant…
DAY ONE OF THE GREAT BURNT BADGER…
Ok soooooooooo I hate chilli HATE IT…. but we have a chilli plant (HAD A PLANT…. I AM BURNING THAT EVIL DEMONIC BASTARD THING IF IF I EVER RECOVER) I’m picking the poxy little things for the MR to pickle (he just looooooooooves the asshole to burn APPARENTLY well that’s what I think) I picked these tiny pathetic little lava suckers…. get in the house and sneeze…. shit shit shit waddle waddle waddle I need to peeeeeeeee waddle waddle DONT LEAK DONT LEAK…. yes made it… omg soooooooooo good….. and wipe…. holy freaking shit balls mother fooker god damn I’m seeing stars the pains intense…. I scream…. hubby comes and gets me and puts me onto the bed…. I’m screaming and thrashing about begging for something anything to stop the burn….. he gets a cold flannel…. it helps…. then Mr says ill put some Vaseline on it…. in his rush he grabbed vicks…. he smoothers it on…. the shit just slides off as its too hot down stairs to stick BUT it does mat into my nice little mound of lady flufff the stuffs like superglue in cotton wool…..
I am now laying/tossing/thrashing about in bed and have a twat that is burned to the buggery, matted lady fluff that’s like a little bush on fire (wish chilli bush was on fire) and I am too scared to pee…. mind due it would probably be cooler than I think…. my bum hole is just as hot…. Ever tried walking to a car with the demonic hell fire pits raging through your groin????!!!!! My legs were spread that damn wide trying to get a cool breeze the neighbours and all saw me wheeled out via the ambulance men again surprised they fitted me through the door as my legs still spread…. mind due the neighbours know my vag was on fire… I was quite vocal about it…. I’m going to have to move I think…..
The rate I am going I could probably write a book….
I’m calling it
Baby brain fook ups and burnt badger
the MR says to me as I am sitting in my god damn ice bucket “honey aren’t you afraid the ice might I don’t know slip in your bum or somewhere……..”
No asswipe no fooking way in hell would they do that as the fooking things fooking melt before they get anywhere fooking near it….
The nurses have asked him to go for a walk….
But yes I must admit hairs not a issue anymore(was trying to decided waxed shaved or trimmed for birth).. all smooth…. not sure whether it self combusted and burnt off… or they shaved me or it melted…. fantastic for hair removal….
Now….
I wonder if it will grow BACK…..
Its ok dinner at maternity has arrived…
Chilli con carne….
Can i possibly scream any louder?
I can hear Frozen’s “let it go” from the nursery….
Well hopefully tomorrow is better….
DAY 2….
Ok so the badger is recovered not as hot as it was…. farted though and the warm air set my butt hole alight…. to scared to shit…. mind due the frozen condom ice pops are fantastic but every time I walk it sounds like fanny farts…. still haven’t been game to look…. from the feel of things my poor flaps are hanging and feel like bubble wrap…. went for a checkup today…. they saw me and took all their strength not to laugh…. mind due I’m walking with my legs spread that far the baby will probably fall out…. one wrong move and I will do the splits… was laying down watching a cooking show with the MR hes still not game to come near me…. they were cooking clams…. he smiled adoringly at me…. I threw my coffee cup at his head asshole….
Day 3….
BURNT BADGER UPDATE….
MUST MOVE TOWNS STATES EVEN….
NEIGHBOURS LAUGH AND WAVE IF THEY SEE ME….
MATERNITY IS IN HYSTERICS AND BABIES ARE POPPING OUT FROM MUMS LAUGHING….
MY BADGER FEELS LIKE DRIED UP OLD LEATHER….
ALL OF THESE I CAN LIVE WITH….
MY FOOKING CONDOM ICE POLE BADGER COOLER…. WAIT FOR IT….
FELL OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF WOOLIES FRUIT AND VEG….
FELL
OUT
IN
FRONT
OF
MASS
AMOUNTS
OF
PEOPLE
A DELIGHTFUL LITTLE SHIT HEAD OF A TEENAGER SCREAMED HER DILDO FELL OUT…
YEP
WORSE STILL I’M HOLDING A…. CUCUMBER….
MY FACIAL CHEEKS ARE NOW JUST AS RED AS THE BADGER…..
Now someone asked if I was wearing knickers…..
Yes I was wearing knickers….
Oh course I was wearing freaking undies did you miss my post about NASA searching my back yard for a ufo which turned out to be my massive fucking granny knickers blowing in the wind on the line?
I may be a little out there and all but I do NOT make a habit of running around knicker- less….
But there again i also don’t make a habit of rubbing chillis on my flange either…..
Nor screaming MY VAG IS ON FIRE….
But this last week I have burnt my badger…. I walk like I have a pineapple up my ass and freeze condoms full of slush and wedge it in my crack…. fuck it might as well go all out and just go naked….

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~