Here comes Mother – The Black Tower : PD

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

Co-written with Artie.

(RP- Supernatural Fantasy)

Artie:

 

The Black Tower

 

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

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

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

Razorbackwriter:

The Black Tower

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~RB~
Artie:
The Black Tower

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

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

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

Razorbackwriter:

The Black Tower

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So where is this girl now?’

Hook…line and sinker.

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

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

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

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

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

“Greed….will be mine.”

~RB~

 

The Witches Circle – Power and Corruption : PD

 

Fu:

 

Witches Circle

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

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

Oridin Lexington : ” H-Hello.”

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

 

Dessy:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Razorbackwriter:
The Witches Circle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He took another step closer and leered.

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

~RB~

The Witches Circle – Lavinia’s Curse : PD

Banishing the Lord of Gluttony; Prince Beelzebub, was just the start of the dramas that were to unfold for those present at the Witches Circle.

 

Fu:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Oridin’s Cabin === > Witches Circle

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Oridin Lexington : ” *huff huff * Slow down , I still didn’t catch my breath but what’s this energy coming from ; Is that from a Elder Witch ? ”

– Oridin didn’t reach the Circle yet but he was able to feel the currents of magic in the air , all being drawn towards the nature of the spell being cast ; a banishment one at that and extremely potent too. The Apprentice finally reached Esme and would spot the newcomers , people all foreign to him but this didn’t make him afraid but just wary . He didn’t see such a big person before in his life , but that can always change . What concerned him was that now seeing one of the Strongest Witches with an extremely potent force at her disposal , all of the power that she’s accumulated through her own special means would be disastrous if she didn’t show any mercy but that too was all up to the chance whether or not she decided to be lenient . Oridin would assume by the fact she hasn’t done anything but release a portal into existence that he was meant to return to another land , that of course meaning he was not welcome here of all places . Was he an enemy ? An acquaintance ? Or a person who done them wrong ? Oridin hurried up to catch up to Esme finally and let out a big sigh to indicate how draining it was for him to get where he was now . –

Oridin : ” Who are all these people ? ”

Sieg:

The Witches Circle.
Losing his motorcycle, losing his drinks, most likely losing his reward for retrieving this girl and having this Prince having a hold of his hat and even going as far as to threaten him was bad enough, and having a soul forced inside his body made things even wrost for him and just made him desire he could lunge at Beel right now just to rip off his jaw and stick his fist so deep down his stomach at the holy knuckles would melt it. So the soul stuck in him didn’t needed to clarify that, in the end he wouldn’t have done it anyways…if anything he would have find it funny that this guy was stuck here

First of all…don’t you give me orders you scum…second…if you want to go so badly to hell I will take you there, just give me a moment to rip your ugly face to shreds and mail you back to your lapdogs in a trash bag

He threatened him back, grinning at him almost like if he taunted the prince to come closer and fight him right there. Yeah, it was a bad idea and Grey knew it well, but if Beel consumed him then he had no means to go back home and he would most likely eat the holy knuckles too and basicly get something wrost than a just pain inside his belly. And if Grey actually won, he would have the pleasure to punch this guy into submission and humilliate him because a mere undead managed to hurt him, an Archdemon, with a pair of holy items. Of course…before he could insult him again something happend, and upon turning his head Grey saw something that pretty much induced fear into him

Oh my…

Grey had very few rules, but out of those few rules one stood quite high compared to the rest and it was to never, ever, piss off a powerful witch because it usually ended up badly. And he knew this because he had a brief and pretty physically painful romance with one very long ago…with the difference that the one that he got mad was nowhere near as powerful as this one that basicly removed him and the feline that the girl’s body called Kat out of the way with no effort, causing Grey to basicly crash into a stone as he looked up, sightly terrified at what was happening

Just great…just what I needed…

I don’t have enough energy to even teleport my ass out of here…and that psycho is going to surely go after my ass next…dammit! this was meant to be an easy job!

Still not used to his thoughts being heard, Grey looked to the sides, ddesperatelyseeking for the whereabouts of his motorcycle in case that by miracle it was still intact and he could take off before that witch decided to get rid of him as well…but sadly for him the only thing around was a lonely wheel hanging from a branch of a tree…which for Wattson it meant that he was currently done for if he also called upon the witch’s anger. Yet, almost like a miracle someone approached him, offering him a chance to get out of there

Stay here and be around THAT…or go with this one to who knows where…yup…definetly I pick the stranger here, I would pick a black van that says free candy at this point

You don’t have to say it twice darling, anywhere is better than here

He did not doubted for a moment when he reached out and took her hand, as he said any place was better than their current location or so he believed, so he just reached out and without a doubt took Kat’s hand, just hoping that her teleporting methods were a bit more accurate or better than his…in the end the last thing he wanted was to end up falling down again to the ground from a long distance and having to hold someone to avoid them getting damaged. So he hoped, to his inside, that she knew what she was doing or that at least she would get them the hell away from here.

Zetta:

The Witches Circle.
The magical beings all seemed to be in shock at Beelzebub’s presence, something he felt even without the tension rising from the especially angry witch. She had been exclaiming at this point, swarming with magical energy.. To him though she was just a big bowl of soup with various other food particles within it, that he could suck right up. He felt the pressure from the rumbling, all now inside of her, finding it to be a strong force in itself. However, even now, nothing he’d felt could match the power of the Devil himself. A force that he had met in his youth, so to face this, especially with his mighty physique as well as his small resistance to such magical entities: The glutton prince tilted his head back, the princess’ body was still being digested, marking how unfortunate he was at this moment. If he was put to blows with another creature of even slightly lower power than he, he would find them a hard match-up.. But the all-powerful magician wanted nothing to do with Beel, shouting out that he was to begone, a portal opening up for the male.

She gave him the perfect opportunity, the sooner he had returned this body to his Kingdom the better. So he only smiled at them all. “This isn’t over, mage!” He said, turning his back to face the portal as it had been drawing him in, it pulled his body with strong force that he could not resist anyway.. Beelzebub had no quarrels with anyone but the chaos magic user, the boy had just made a very powerful enemy. Could he make powerful allies here?.. Who knew as the portal closed, ridding the sacred place of one of Hell’s most foul.

Kiri:
The Witches Circle.
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Sayaka was glad that Kat was able to hear her despite having been in a spiritual form, and thanks to that Sayaka reentered the body of Grey for the duration of their trip, glad that Kat at least had an idea of where they could go. Where would they go? Who would they meet? Was it someone from another kingdom? Or was it someone else? The situation around here was too volatile to ask for help, so where could Kat be taking them? Time would have to tell.

Razorbackwriter:The Witches Circle.

There was an eruption of emerald coloured flames the moment that the Prince of Gluttony had gone through the portal created by Lavinia in her moment of absolute anger. Smoke trailed high into the air, and there were cries from all the other Elders, be them witch or warlock as Lavinia was still channeling their powers. Only Esme and Oridin were free from the Lead Elder’s powerful hold. Kat, along with Grey had managed to escape the area, but their current destination was unknown to those present. Few in fact would have seen them leave.

Esme was standing with Oridin, who had both arrived just as all hell was breaking loose.

Oridin : ” Who are all these people ? ”

“The Elders of Dyre…all of them.” She was panting hard, and watching in horror as her aunt had harnessed all their powers, along with that of the ancestors. What she hadn’t seen was the black specters that had been released from the earth beneath the circle stones. They would have been brought from the East – the dark lands of Dyre. One thing that Esme knew for certain was, that even though Lavinia was incredibly powerful, she could not possibly maintain that much power within her current form. Not only was she a danger to everyone around her, but also to herself. The one that had been sent back via a banishment spell was unknown to Esme, who was not one to travel to Hell, unlike Katrina. The wily cat witch went wherever she liked, and that often got her into a lot of mischief.

Marguerite, the Dark One….all of them were unable to move. Frozen in their places and caught up in powerful streams that all continued to flow into the Queen of witches in the center of the circle. Barely able to move his head, the Dark one mumbled through gritted teeth.

“She….must….release….the..Elders…power.” It was draining everyone and there was a terrible sound coming from the lips of many. So much pain as if drawing on their own essence. Not fearing for her own safety, Esme jumped into the circle and sprinted across till she came to stand at Lavinia’s side, facing the spot where the Prince had vanished.

“Aunty….please, let it go!” Her voice was one of desperation. Her love for her Aunt and those around her showing in her eyes. Pleading with her Aunt. Little did she know that the woman’s inner darkness had been awoken, never to be put to sleep again. Her head slowly turned to that of her apprentice and niece, recognizing the girl that she had raised. She was blood. She was also innocent.

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Voices whispered once more, urging Lavinia to release. The worst was over and the threat had gone…for now. As simple as turning off a switch, the Elder closed her eyes, and all the links to the Elders around the circle was severed – like a cold blade slicing a vein. Witches and warlocks fell to the ground, including Marguerite and Shamus. The earth stopped trembling, but if one cared to see the dark specters had not gone back into the ground. They had found a new host and were not about to release her.

Esme reached for her Aunt’s hand, which was so cold to the touch. Where was the warmth that was usually there? The young apprentice looked about for Katrina, but she could not see her anywhere. Had the feline witch escaped her good friend’s wrath?

In the background, Shamus held his hand out for Marguerite to take so he could help her to her feet. The Black matriarch huffed loudly, before accepting it. He was the last person she ever wanted to touch. Thankfully, the area itself was undamaged from what had occured, but not all damage was visible to the naked eye. When Shamus had dusted himself off, along with Marguerite, who kept swatting him with her fan – he then looked across at Lavinia and her apprentice. He couldn’t help but grin to himself.

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“Looks like the young witch has courage after all.” Truth was in coming days she was going to need it. Seeing Oridin standing close, the Dark one swanned over to his side. “So you’re the one that Esme found. Welcome to the Witches Circle, boy.” ~RB~ 

The Witches Circle – Oridin’s Cottage : PD

Continuing from Helter Skelter, Oridin is notified of the dangerous event taking place in Witches Circle.  Will Esme and Oridin reach it in time?  (Fantasy RP)

 

Fu:

Oridin’s Cottage

Oridin Lexington:”’zzzzzzzzzzzzzz….. mm…… Huh ? ”

– The Male awoke to the sound of banging on the door of his cottage ; it would seem as if something was going on that was of major importance that even he a lowly mage apprentice would be called out . He rolled himself off of his bed and quickly went to put some clothing on , with the hoping that it wouldn’t take so long to do so without missing out on something that may happen in the instance between him waking up and him making it to the scene of importance. From the voice he’s heard and the thing’s he’s assuming by those words it would seem something did happen. The Blonde Male had nothing else to do but dart out of the door and follow Esme to where they had to go . When he had appeared to Esme Oridin was adorned in his standard mage gear ; holding onto his rapier adorned with a wand as it’s edge , odd in a sense but practical in the hands of a wizard.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” What’s going on ? ”

 

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Grey nearly cringed at the moment that he noticed he didn’t came here alone, not actually expecting Beel to be able to have some sort of connection that allowed him to follow them when he used his chaos control to get out of the throne room, so it was easy to expect, that he was taken by surprise when he saw that hand moving his way trying to grip him, moving out of the way as he could but only gaining because of this losing his hat and a few hairs that got caught in the powerful grip, something that caused him to growl as Beel as he positioned himself a bit back, glaring towards the Prince as it seemed like his gaze moved from him to the hat that he had left behind…and he did not looked amused nor scared, he wanted to rip his head off his shoulders

Give it back…give it back or else I will punch you in the soul and squeeze your damned heart!

Grey held very few valuable objects, that hat that may have seemed ridiculous was one of them because it worked well to distract people from the scars on his face, aswell as hide what seemed to be marks of stitches that ran across his forehead. The Frankenstein creature was well aware of it’s looks, and despite he mostly did not cared for them that hat held enough value for him to openly threaten a possible future client that way…with a threat that would seem empty until the moment he reached inside of his coat, noticing the new arrivals but also not caring for them at this very moment

And I hope you enjoyed it…because that’s the last thing I will make sure you taste unless you give me back my bloody hat

He may have not looked threatening towards Beel, given that he was an Archdemon and also a Prince of Hell why would he be in fear of a simple undead without soul, even if he weilded that energy? Even if he could hold himself in a fight, he did not seemed a threat at all towards him…at least perhaps…until the moment he took those golden knuckles out. Holy words and blessings were recieved by that golden metal long ago, before and after it was molded into what seemed to resemble a pair of brass knuckles that he had placed on as he got into stance, his eyes fixated on the giant demonic being before him as the very strange presence came from the knuckles. It was holy, pure…a thing that on contact would basicly give any creature of unholy origins a really bad time if it touched them…making it the more stranger why an souless being, an undead, had them with him

I’m going to show this guy…nobody interrupts me during works and threatens to make me lose money…and above all takes my hat! Who does he thinks he is!?

His anger and his focus on this object he held so dear made him lower his guard, not notice the lost soul that sought him out of everyone here as a vessel until it was too late. The next thing he knew was that a deep pain appeard on his chest, as if a needle made of ice went through his chest slowly and began moving inside of him. He felt invaded, and nearly for a moment lost before he just shook his head and focused back on Beel as he still remained with his hands up, as the holy knuckles glew with in the light from that place. But despite the appearance he putted up, he could notice something strange happend. For instance he could notice somebody else there, a figure of a female, one that he found odd not by looks but by the sensation caused within when his eyes settled on her, at least on the shape she took, only visible for a few selected ones from which he was part of. He was about to say something, to question it’s presence…but yet before he got into it something interrupted his thoughts and it was the conversation the onlookers had

Uh…

With his body somewhat sensitive from what had happend, and the annoyance from the fact Beel was not only making his job harder but also the fact that he might accidentally have snatched his hat…Mr. Wattson was not in the mood to hear them arguing among themselves while they left him to his fate against the empowered prince. But he tried to endure it…count to five as he tried to focus on Beel for a moment until finally he felt as if a vein was about to pop on his head. Unable to endure their conversations anymore, the undead roared at them, using all the power in his lungs and all his self control to not jump and them and make them silent himself

Shut up!! Unless you going to do something more constructive than to stand there like morons and talk among yourselves, then shut the hell up!

It was unwise to talk to a witch or a warlock like this, with such disrespect, but like all undeads much was taken from his life, enough for him not to care about those consequences as he focus turned over the possible hostile right now, as again he got himself on guard in case he tried to get close. He honestly didn’t knew if he would even be a match for him in his current state, even if a single touch from his knuckles would make Beel think about Grey’s ancestors when he was cursing his mother for giving birth to him, he was honestly unsure if he could hold himself in a fight against him right now, in Beels empowered state. But it was a fight that the Prince picked upon touching that accesory of his. Of course, an added difficulty would be battle with this magic users arguing among each other aswell as with that strange feeling dwelling within his chest. It was strange he knew…but he could swear that it was almost like if something was turned on inside, like if that candle that long ago died out inside of him suddenly was there again, a light not dying in the hands of death but being new, almost like if it did not belonged to him. It was almost like if again a soul was inside, but the possibility itself was ridiculous right? In the end he was an undead…for that to happend a…

Wait a…

He eyed the body quickly, paling in realization of what maybe just happend as he felt his stomach twisting in itself. It couldn’t have, he refused to believe it because the thought itself sickened him to no end…it had to be his imagination even if his mind told him otherwise. It was a mistake, an after effect from that thing he smoked in the last bar he was at…because there was no way it could have happend, right? Of course it couldn’t…because if it just happend…if that girl’s soul invaded his body he would be able to see her going through his own memories right?…wait, why was he taking that horrid possibility into account?! Yeah, it was horrid for him, in the end he did not wanted anyone to invade his privacy to such a deep level!…it was like having someone violating you on the most primordial level of your being…no, it couldn’t be, it surely was his imagination…or…was it?

Great googly moogly it’s all gone to shit…

Zetta:

The Witches Circle.
The air that passed by was not normal, it was filled with mystical influences, Beelzebub knew this not for fact. But from the difference in scent, wherever he had been transported to was certainly of a different nature from Hell. Knowing not a way to return he decided that a method was necessary to thrive here and return to face that purple-haired menace with Eren at his side. As of now though it would be difficult to do so, princess in his arms there was an arising need to identify the truer status of Sayaka. There was an unknown factor which had presented itself however, as the neurax worm felt the body leave unconsciousness and enter a comatose suddenly. As if there simply was no one left in the building, caught within a panic it had activated transcendence, but with no thoughts to possibly oppose it, the worm amassed total control of the body. It had enough time though run over 40% of it’s host’ brain, a method to survival, from the time it had planted itself within her mind it was learning more rapidly. Sending these thoughts to Beelzebub himself, alerting him to whatever made Sayaka an individual had left, The worm was hosting a body devoid of it’s own thought and thus could act on it’s own will, nevertheless it was now faced with a new problem.

The body it controlled, it’s last subconscious thoughts were of it’s own form potentially crumbling at the seems. For now it was merely sleeping, keeping it’s strength together to focus on staying alive. As it was matter once more, it could now succumb to weakness and die.. Pests filled the area around the two royals, probably friends of the boy who brought them all here.. That moment the Dark One and his group of women approached the prince, stating quickly that the body in Beelzebub’s arms was a snack. “Wrath, or Pride, it doesn’t matter..” He said lowly, in a grumble, because anyone could be snack to him. Beelzebub took pride in his victories, each one just brought him closer and closer to the belief that he was simply to be given everything he wanted. An enemy may overwhelm him temporarily, but just like Sayaka, they would inevitably meet their doom. He had dispatched of her quickly “She was done in less than 5 minutes..” 5 minutes from her assassination attempt the girl was finished, and she had not even been able to reveal her full power before he put her out. Too bad she was so thoughtless as to challenge the prince known for his hunger to an eating contest.

These conversation were in-between minutes, but provided the unconscious princess to regain itself, already the possessor had managed to read over 60% of it’s hosts memories. It had gained access to the hereditary Flames of Wrath, as well as knowledge of what the body was physically capable of.. Still it had not yet covered the means to enhancing the body even further, or the images within that gave the appearance of Sayaka in a different form.. Around the two was becoming uncomfortable, one woman had questioned the man he met back in Hell’s Kitchen with persistent questions and then accusations. Speaking as if it was the one called Shamus’ intention to lead the glutton prince into taking the Right Hand of Doom.. But wasn’t it his come-up to have gained an item with only having to kill another Prince as a stipulation?.. Beelzebub would just listen in, until the female had reached a finalized point of anger. Worry taking over her expression as the ground itself began to glow, it had been some time after since his own massive body made contact with the floor beneath. However this was not due to him, some outside force not spoken for just yet, he was clueless towards it’s origin. Without clear understanding of how he had even gotten here, he acknowledged this time here as what it was to be in a bad position..

Even with that though, “She and I were brought here without a word, where’s our ride outta here?” He asked the Dark One. Perhaps he could offer some guidance in this peril… Still in it’s rather mangled state, the creature shouted for the being it had always been a part of:. “Beelzebub, I need you!” With majority of it’s physical energy wiped, as well as it’s own new-found reserves of power gone, it’s form would rapidly deteriorate quickly now. When Beelzebub questioned it telepathically, it stated that it was going to die soon without the power that the body was accustomed to always holding. To which the prince allowed his aura to return, expelling all of the Flames of Wrath within his body, finally ridding of the burning feeling inside of him. Meanwhile, the worm within would find the means to preserving Sayaka’s body, absorbing all that it’s controller dished out. A process which took a full minute Her presence would seemingly return then, awoken from death, spreading it’s eyes wide as the worm barely felt the dryness of eyeballs. Had not even felt it directly, but through it’s impregnation of the brain could identify when any specific nerve was being affected by an outside presence.

This was how it could feel the body succumbing to an implosion or explosion, as well as how it knew that it was alone now.. Typically the creature was incapable of emotions, but had been introduced to a flood of all that an individual was capable of. Result being a deeply conflicted being, one that only knew of it’s time safe within Beelzebub and the abilities of it’s new host, so as it’s eyes opened, the creature threw itself at the glutton prince. Ignoring the voices around it which called out the name of it’s host to lock lips with Beel. In a make-out session, before the body reacted on it’s own, towards a familiar voice calling on it. This became the moment where the creature allowed itself to merge with what it was Sayaka, and adopt her unto itself… Herself. “You are…” Locking eyes with the dashingly dressed female. “Kat.” Spoke the indoctrinated Princess of Wrath.. Now it would appear that the other male was finally prepared to fight back, Beelzebub had a hat in his palm, which seemed to irk the intruder even more than what he said prior.. Instead of bickering with him though, he would simply show him up in return for the invasion on his castle. “I want to go home.” Therein absorbing Sayaka’s body whole, with no opposition from the awakened body she was gone in seconds. The resulting mass would be the first example of a powerhouse, full combination of two princes…

Beelzebub stared down at the boy, his eyes flaming with wrath, a glowing red aura to mark assimilation over his upper-half. What he felt burning within before was now gone, a result of now having the entirety of the princess within him except for her soul. The gluttonous prince did not make a single move, merely staring the other male down. “You will take me back, or you will be eaten.” A promise if he ever made one, incurred anger could have left him snarling, but he wanted to make a point. Frolicking with these losers was the last thing on his schedule of conquering.

Kiri:
The Witches Circle.
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Sayaka was slowly becoming better at taking on a form for herself for Grey to see, however, she couldn’t do much about the fact that Kat couldn’t do much more than sense her, with her soul now attached to the man she had to find a way to actually get them out of his alive; Beel wouldn’t allow the man to survive even if he did take him back and she knew it, but what could they do? Whatever the man held on his knuckles was definitely eerie, and in her spiritual form the blessed metal still made her shiver at the sight of it, Beel couldn’t absorb something of holy origin without it poisoning and killing him, that was a fool’s decision; the mere touch of that blessed metal would be enough to poison and heavily damage him, he was a demon. Sayaka had already finished taking on a definitive form that Grey could see, but only Grey as Kat was reduced to sensing her as a feline, and with this definitive form Sayaka was gaining an idea.

The air suddenly began to drop in temperature as Sayaka watched Beel take over her body, though that body would never be hers again, and that meant that the Flame of Wrath would be destroyed now that she had been separated from her body in such a manner, it would have been devoured by the chaotic energies and therefore all sources destroyed forever. Sayaka had originally intended to use that flame to find the one who had set the curse upon their family, but this too would have to work out as she had no other alternative, with her anger at Beel doing such a thing to her precious feline servant the air was becoming dangerously cold; everyone would have found their breath to be releasing bursts of steam instead of not, proof that the air was becoming far more on the chilly side of things.

“I don’t know who you are… but I know this didn’t go according to plan, don’t follow his orders! I have a plan!”

Sayaka said this to Grey urgently before he could make a rash decision, and next was sprinting, or rather floating, straight for Kat at the fastest she could move currently until she got used to this; though this wasn’t very fast, and it would have seemed to Grey that she was taking her time. She could hear his thoughts and hadn’t yet realized that she was able to actually read his thoughts and memories and know everything about him, a fact she would learn at a different time as she finally stopped near Kat. Kat would have felt a small wind running just barely over her hair, a whisper in her ear as Sayaka spoke to her, grateful with everything that she was now that her lovely, cheeky little servant was a feline.

“Katrina… Kat… I ended up latching onto the man who brought Beelzebub and I here, however, as you know Beelzebub isn’t happy. I need you to get the other witches here, if that is what they are indeed from what I can tell, to handle Beel so that you, my savior and I can find a necromancer… I need a new body if we are to still hunt down the source of the curse. Please… Kat.”

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The wind suddenly rose sharply with excited chatter spreading throughout the vast area that surrounds the Witches circle. None were prepared for the show that was before them, least of all the Dark One, who was actually enjoying what he was seeing. Lavinia was right – everything was off kilter and Shamus couldn’t have been more pleased with this. Its affects like sickening tentacles were even finding their way to the Circle and this was causing upset with those that could not be seen. The ancestors. The whispers were growing louder as the wind picked up. The clouds above rolled over, with the white starting to mix in with the grey and some even turning to black. Cracks of lightning rocketed between the oncoming storm clouds, followed by the rumble and roar of thunder claps. All the witches and warlocks were standing just outside the circle, which itself was now glowing as if the earth was ready to release something that had been held within it’s belly for centuries. The only one that had ventured in was Katrina. Drawn forward by the sight of the body of Sayaka who was at that time being held by Prince of Gluttony. Beyond the circle, the Dark one and Lavinia had been engaged in a bitter argument, but it was now clear to all that the fact that Beel’s presence was not only causing further imbalance, it meant that valuable time was being wasted.

None of this however seemed to matter to Katrina. Her focus was on the body that Beel held, and what it did next left her shell shocked. The cat witch was almost certain that she felt Sayaka’s soul, yet the body…the remaining part of the Princess of Wrath was now awakening. How could that possibly be? And her behavior? To kiss the great lump of a Prince was enough to make bile rise up into the cat’s mouth. Katrina gagged a little, turning her head away and placing a hand up to her mouth as though to stop herself being sick. She only turned back when she heard a voice that came from the body.

“You…are Kat.”

Of course she was bloody Kat. The white of Katrina’s eyes showing and a look of horror on her face. Her head raising slightly as the woman sounded nothing like herself. Where was the fire? Where was her spirit? It was almost as though someone had stuck their fucking hand up her arse and was puppeting her to act and speak. A nasty cat like growl emerged from Kat’s throat, as her tail whipped around behind her. Ears that were usually standing tall were flat against her golden hair. This did not go unnoticed by Lavinia, who had now turned her attention on the spectacle being played out before her. The Witches circle was a place of spiritual significance to the witches and warlocks alike. The disturbance was now engaging forces that none could have anticipated.

The Dark one then started to chant….

~Tick tock tick tock tick tock goes the clock~

It was almost like he was trying to bait the Elder witch, while at the same time reminding the Prince of Gluttony that he was on a quest, and every minute he spent in the Circle, was a lost minute to his search for the heart. A mischievous grin was now spreading on his face as the very air was now ripe with so many voices, and one thing that Shamus was counting on, was playing out right before him.

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The rock that made up the formation of the Witches circle started to rumble, like another earthquake and greater than the force with which Beel’s impact had made. It was enough to have Katrina spin around and see that Lavinia was going into some sort of hypnotic like trance. Her whole body was shuddering and then she took one step into the circle.

“Meow?” Kat had never seen Lavinia like this before. Black shadow forms rocketed out of the circle and then tore into Lavinia’s body – each one hitting her causing her to jolt as though being struck by a force again and again till it settled and the wind suddenly stopped. Lavinia’s eyes were the blackest of black, and you could see the power charging throughout her body. A sickening greenish glow that rose especially from her hands. In behind, the Dark one took two steps back. Oh this was going to be bad. She aimed a hand at Kat, her claws now drawing in as though to catch something, and Kat squeaked loudly as she was picked up by a green beam of light and thrown far out of the circle where she hit a tree and slid down into the brush. Lavinia started to walk through the circle and then her right hand did the same action, only towards Grey, who again she used the force that was the harnessing of the ancestors to snatch and throw the man out the opposite way of the circle. The ancestors wanted them out of the circle. Gone from the site of their most sacred ground.

At last she turned her attention on the one known as Beel. The Prince of Gluttony. When Lavinia opened her mouth, it was not just her voice, but layers of many that spoke through her.

“Begone to the pits of hell, foul creature….LORD OF GLUTTONY!” She had made her mark and each and every witch and warlock, EVEN the Dark one who was trying to resist the strength of Lavinia’s pull on their signature power, was now channeling into her. Like a beacon. A chorus of chants rose up as in the bushes Katrina popped her head up to see that Lavinia was performing a banishment, the reverse of a summons. A large portal appeared behind the Prince that was made especially for him. On the other side was the Kingdom of Gluttony.

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“GO!” Lavinia screamed, engaging the portal’s magic to suck Beel from the circle…..never to return.

The Prince wanted to go home, and she had just provided him with a one way ticket.

Katrina’s head peeked up again, and then she got up onto her feet wobbly. She was unsteady both because of the knock to the head, but also the fact that Lavinia was channeling so much power. It was insane. No one should ever perform such a feat. At that moment Esme ran up to the area where all the witches and warlocks were standing, shaking and their arms stretched out for Lavinia. She had total control, and Esme had reached the site after the banishment had been performed.

“Aunty?” Esme was shocked to see what was happening. “Aunty please?” She cried out only to see the enraged and possessed witch turn around to face her. “Oh fuck….” Esme whispered. Oridin may have caught up by now, and seen the results of the Prince of Gluttony’s impromptu visit. “She’s harnessed the spirits of the ancients.” This…was bad. Very…very bad. Even the Dark one, with all his evil skills and power was no match for her.

Lavinia had been awakened from centuries of slumber. The dark had risen.

With Esme getting Lavinia’s full attention, Katrina skittered along the outer boundary till she found Grey, who had also felt the power of Lavinia’s wrath. She crouched down and whispered.

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“I heard her. I know what to do. Hold my hand.” She reached out for Grey to take it, and if he did the two would blast out from the witches circle grounds bound for a new adventure. ~RB~ 

The Witches Circle – Helter Skelter : PD

Continuing from the Intro of The Witches Circle.  Fantasy RP.

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

This was not the first time that he had intruded there, nor the first time he have dealt with the witches and warlocks of this world. If anything he still stood as some sort of ally of their, given that so long ago he gave up his own life to suffer under the hands of those who decided to give death to one of their own kind. Years of torture, years of silence…all to defend the life of a little girl that weilded power over magic. Maybe it was the only reason why they did not saw him as an hostile, maybe that’s why he took the liberty of coming here aside from the fact that his job demanded it…

…control!!

His chaotic energy would be a dead give away that he was here, in the end no other undead weilded that power and nobody was so horrible at keeping it concealed when it came to teleportation. He always used more power than he should or so many said, but it was because that power had a nature of it’s own. It was wild, unpredictable, and at times unwilling to cooperate with Grey unless he twisted it’s will, and usually when he did things just went south for him later on. Take for instance the lack of a proper battle, wich would have made his inner chaos quite happy. Well…that was the reason why instead of appearing on the ground like he should, Him, Sayaka, and the motorcycle all appeard quite high above the ground

What the…oh come on!

Normally the motorcycle would be the first one he would try to save from the fall, but sadly for his favourite vehicle in the last three decades, Sayaka was actually worth more and he couldn’t just let her become crushed flesh into the ground, no matter how much his motorcycle would suffer for it. So he kicked the bike off, painfully because he had a few bottles of tequila hidden within it, as he pulled Sayaka towards him as he held her body in his arms while he fell down towards the ground. At this point despite he knew his body was resistant, he tried to recall the advice he was given last time he fell from this distance…

Ok…bend your knees…relax your body and-

A loud crashing sound came as soon as his legs finally made contact with the ground, as he felt how despite they did not broke or took any severe damage the pain from the fall still made it’s way from his feet to his head. He bit his tongue not to curse with all his might, as he still held Sayaka in his arms for a moment as he heard how a tree and gravity teamed up to basicly make a wreck out of his dear motorcycle. By now his eye twitched, as he really hoped that this girl was worth all the trouble he went through…because if he did not gained enough to get a new motorcycle, heads were going to roll

At least that guy ended up with the most severe case of blue balls in history…heh

He grinned, saying a set of words that the old priest would have never dreamt of saying but that Grey just grinned at, feeling like that was payment enough. In all honestly he did had anything really that big against the Princes, but more like something against their title, against the fact that their position reminded him of someone that long ago became his first victim. No gods, no kings, only man, or woman if you wanted to get technical but the point still stood, anyone who sat on a throne was a possible target for Grey to mess with, and a second option for his jobs unless he needed the money. But for now he did not worried about that, he just stood straight, looking down at Sayaka and considering what he could do…in the end…if nobody saw he could blame any actions he took on her body on Beel but…he rather not tempt his luck, the last thing he needed was a witch or a warlock to caught him with his hands where they did not belonged, it could affect his payment. So he just looked around, wondering where he was supposed to meet his contact

Zetta:

The Witches Circle.

A loud thud sounded right along with the boy and the princess, the one and only Prince of Gluttony had arrived as well. Ported along with the two individuals, they through chaos energy, the other not so expected. His heftiness had fallen too, creating a small quake in the ground, if the third intruder’s leg had been suffering a sting of a pain from this fall. Then the quake would have put him on his ass. All the while, Beel still held Sayaka’s body in the same manner in which they had all been moved.. His target had yet to notice him too, leaving Beelzebub to grin widely at this new development. The boy sounded confident that he had pulled a number on the prince, but he would find that his hopes were dashed away in just a few seconds. His left-hand was moving to grab the boy’s face whole, with an obviously powerful grip as he was caught up in looking at Sayaka.

“Were you trying to take my food away from me?” Had he not known that this was the princess in his arms? Beelzebub got whatever he wanted, and he would show the boy this now. “Your energy tasted so good.” He had gotten a good taste of it, as he had assimilated just about all of the energy the princess had in her form he was nearly as powerful as two princes combined into one currently.. Though it was only temporary as he did not eat her body completely, he would be like this for quite sometime…

Hino:

The Witches Circle.
What Sayaka had no knowledge of as she came through the teleportation was what was happening to everyone, what was going on in the Witches Circle and the fact that she was even there in the Witches Circle; she had no way of knowing about everything that Beel had done to her, and that was probably a good thing that she didn’t, as she would have killed herself immediately. However, what Beel didn’t know, and COULD NEVER KNOW was that the Chaotic Energy had separated her soul from her body, and so she was now watching the scene without a real way of seeing… more of a sensing… and so she moved straight for the closest vessel near her, and what she next saw was… the fact that her entire being had latched itself to her own savior!

Sayaka immediately took on an astral body that only Grey would see, Beel could have her body… for all she cared he could have that, now that she was attached to Grey though… that meant that she could never again detach unless she had the help of a Necromancer of sorts. Where were they though? Kat would be able to see her… but only because cats had such a keen connection to the spiritual world. How would she react? Sayaka couldn’t tell, but she seemed to be blazing with a blue flame and had a completely different form.. only Kat would be able to tell who she was for sure now. It was sad.. the great Princess of Wrath reduced to being the astral body connected to another.

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Razorbackwriter:

 

The Witches Circle.

The lands of Dyre were greater in size than those of Hell could have possibly imagined. Like a country within it’s own right, it had four points, each represented the seasons. The North being mountainous and much of it was covered in ice and snow, the South was a tropical feast of beauty and nature – abundant in wildlife and fauna. The West were the sand planes and the desert, where scorching wind blew vast dunes across thousands of miles. The East was where few would venture. Known simply as the dark lands, it was where many went to die and where the darkest of magic did rule. But from all over Dyre the witches and warlocks were coming. Lavinia had called a meeting of the Elders for there was a great disturbance in all things magical. Time was being tested, and thus it needed to be discussed amongst the leaders of Witchdom.

Already Lavinia was making her way with Kat along the cobble stoned path accompanied by Katrina, who had ventured to the Witches circle to pass on new information about the latest Princess of Wrath – Sayaka. Linked arm in arm, the two friends were whispering to each other with the Dark one practically skipping along behind them. He was rubbing his hands together as his own terrible schemes and plots were starting to come to fruition. Little did Lavinia nor the other elders know about what had happened at Hell’s Kitchen, nor the deal for the right hand of doom with the Prince of Gluttony. These were things that the Dark one would reveal as it suited his purpose.

Marguerite was still in a lather about Raul and of course, seeing Kat at Lavinia’s made her all the more annoyed. She swept along behind the Dark one, her eyes glowering with contempt, and when her time came to speak, Marguerite was not going to be holding back. Overhead, the steady lines of witches and warlocks continued, as up ahead some were coming in to land just before reaching the clearing, where the circle had stood for as long as anyone could remember. Already the whispers of the ancestors was in the wind, and those voices were not speaking favorably. If one bothered to pay attention to them, they were trying to alert those on their way of impending danger.

Esme was the last to leave the cottage, and was just locking the front door, when the earth tremored as though it had been struck by an earth quake. Everything shook and even some of the roof shingles started to fall off. The walls cracking in amongst the mud bricks. Startled, Esme turned on her heel and looked about to see that she had been left behind by the Elders.

“What’s happening?” She cried aloud, not sensing that this was caused by magic, but by a great force striking the very earth. Leaving Lavinia’s house in a hurry, she raced down to the smaller cottages in search of Oridin. A wanderer that she had found in the weeks before now, she knew that he had not been called upon by Lavinia for the meeting of the Elders, but she liked to help him whenever she could. Now, with the unexpected earth tremor, and everyone having left for the circle, the girl feared something was horribly wrong, and sought to find the young man and warn him.

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Coming up to his small cottage, Esme banged on the door.

“Oridin?…Oridin? Did you feel the earth shake? Oridin? Something’s happening!” Her voice was in a panic, and she quickly looked around if there were others that needed to be brought out of their homes.

Getting closer to the Witches circle, all of those that had either landed, or was now coming out into the clearing felt the massive earth tremor, and with Lavinia and Kat out in front, they were the first to see the ones that had brought themselves to Witches Circle uninvited.

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A massive beast of a man, that was holding onto what looked to be the body of a woman. From the air, witches were landing along with warlocks, and they were as surprised to see the trio as the Elders that came on foot. The Dark One appeared at the side of Lavinia and when his eyes clapped on the sight of Beel, he burst out laughing.

“He had more on his plate….than I had anticipated. Ehehehehe. Brought dinner with him too. Who knew he had time….for a snack.” The Dark one had not encountered Sayaka before, but it was at that moment that Kat let out a shriek of horror. The beast like demonic figure who she hadn’t identified as Beel was holding her Mistress. Sayaka of Wrath.

Lavinia was more than annoyed now. These three had broken the sanctity of the Witches Circle. You could not just enter such a place uninvited. Her head turned to both the Dark one and Kat as the pair spoke of what they saw before them. The Dark one knowing full well who it was. Well, the big one anyways.

“What is the meaning of this….outrage?’ Her voice had a shrill tone, that echoed amongst the trees, the Elders all silencing, except for Marguerite who always spoke out of turn. “What a disgusting blob.” She was speaking of Beel, and this only brought more laughter from Shamus. “Oh you have a way with words, Marguerite. Be careful he doesn’t eat your tongue.” He wiggled his fingers at Marguerite, who turned her nose up at him. “Hmmph!” By now the witches and warlocks were creating a circle of their own around the trio, when Kat stepped forward bravely. From where Kat stood, it looked like Sayaka was dead.

“It’s…the Princess of Wrath. She…she was alive when I left her.”

“THAT’S…SAYAKA?” The Dark one asked, pointing a bony finger at the girl, before slapping his knee. “I said bring the Heart of Pride….not the fiery remains of Wrath.” Even the Dark one didn’t see this coming. Lavinia was still wanting to know who the overgrown beast man was. It was clear that the Dark one knew. She reached for Shamus by the scruff of the neck, and growled. “Who is that?” Giving him a good shake before dropping him in the dust. The Dark one shrugged his shoulders, and then said with a little chuckle. “The…uhm….Prince of Gluttony. Can’t you tell? Look…he’s wearing the right hand of….”

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It was then that the penny dropped for Lavinia. The right hand of doom was linked to the time piece. The hour glass. Now it was all starting to make sense, except for the fact that he was holding onto what appeared to be the body of the Princess of Wrath. None of them knew who Grey was, but it was clear from the look on Beel’s face that the pair were not friends.

“….Doom. Shamus, you son of a bitch. This was all YOUR fault.” The Queen of Witches finished Shamus’s sentence for him. Lavinia seemed to be more worried about the fact that the deal had started the time piece, rather than the fact that one of the royals of Hell could be dead. Shamus’s jaw fell open wide. He started to gesture crazily towards Beel and the woman he was holding.

“My fault?! I didn’t tell him to go kill Sayaka, now did I?’

“YOU ACTIVATED THE HOURGLASS!” She roared back, the look on Lavinia’s face changing as a more menacing one was coming to the fore. “YOU’VE THROWN EVERYTHING OUT OF KILTER…MY GOD!” On the ground, there was a glowing symbol appearing, rising up from between the stones and the grass. It was like the earth was giving up something, but what?

“No such thing as a perfect world, dearie.’ The Dark one was truly enjoying the show, even if it did make Laviina furious with rage. Oh how he had been waiting for a moment like this. It had been a long time since he had seen the Queen of all witches in her true form. He knew it would take something…cataclysmic to bring her back.

Katrina hesitantly started to approach Beel, her eyes tearful till she felt something. Like when someone walks over your grave. Her hair blew about her gently, and there was this scent that she couldn’t get out of her head.

“Sayaka….?”

Was the Princess of Wrath dead?

 

~RB~