RPC – Pestilience : Rise of the Horsemen.

Rise of the Horsemen.

Quote: “Disease gets a bad rap, don’t you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself… Very…Pure…Single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose –divide and conquer. That’s why, in the end…It always wins.”

 

Name:Pestilence
Age: Appears 28 human years
Race:Horseman of the Apocalypse
Relationship:Brothers – War, Death, and Famine
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Straight

 

Personality:Pestilence has a strong relationship with his brothers, and little or no regard for mortals. Pestilence, also known as the Green Horseman or Sneezy, is an extremely powerful entity and is also one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, embodying illness and irritation amongst humans. Pestilence is affiliated with his brothers Famine,War and Death.

 

Weapon(s): Pestilence’s ring is solid silver with a sickly green gem in the center. His battle horse

Powers: Being the personification of the concept of sickness, Pestilence is very powerful, and immortal as a Horseman. Like his brothers, he requires his ring to help him focus his powers. A testament of his power was when he shouted on a supernatural level at his demon servant, and she was completely terrified. He was also unafraid to defy Lucifer’s will.

• Biokinesis – Pestilence can create, manipulate, and control diseases, plagues, infestations, molds, and other ailments. He can also cause instantaneous illness in another being. Pestilence possesses dominion over ailments. His sickness powers don’t work on angels.
• Indestructibility – Pestilence himself, as a Horseman, cannot be physically destroyed. Pestilence, like the other riders, requires a ring that channels his essential core abilities.
• Immortality – Pestilence is not subjected to age and disease.
• Teleportation – Pestilence can go anywhere he chooses in the universe.
• Cosmic Awareness – As a horseman, Pestilence possesses an incredible amount of knowledge and understanding of the universe and its workings, although his knowledge is vastly inferior to Death’s. He can understand concepts, such as the Apocalypse and nature of sickness.
• Electromagnetic Interference – As a result of being on camera, his face and ring were masked by static.
• Super stamina – Pestilence requires nothing to keep him going.
• Invisibility – As a Horseman, Pestilence is naturally invisible and can only be seen if he wants others to see him.
• Supernatural Perception – Pestilence could tell if a demon was occupying a body, with a look.
• Telekinesis – Pestilence could move objects with his mind.

Weaknesses: Though literally, nothing in existence can kill or destroy Pestilence if his attribute still exists, he has some weaknesses.
• Ring Removal – Without his ring, his corporeal form loses all its powers, except for teleportation.
• Physical objects – Anything serrated or jagged, or for that matter anything that can be implemented into a weapon, that can be used to pierce can inflict pain upon Pestilence’s physical form. His physical body can be pierced and penetrated identically to how humans sustain infliction though physical wound cannot kill him.
• God – It is implied God’s power exceeds that of Pestilence.
• Death’s scythe – Nothing can kill Pestilence except Death’s scythe.

80’s Juke box – (1985) We Close our Eyes : Go West.

A new music trivia post series.  I am going to be posting up songs from the 80’s that may not have made it to number one, but certainly will take you back to the time of big hair, bigger shoulder pads, and of course the best music.

“We Close Our Eyes” is a song by British pop band Go West, composed by both members Peter Cox and Richard Drummie. Recognizable by its synthesizer hook, it was the first single from their début album Go West.

The single was promoted by a music video directed by Godley & Creme. This video included the band members performing the song in front of dancing wooden dolls.

In April 1985, the single was discussed by Molly Meldrum and Queen singer Freddie Mercury on the Australian music show Countdown. Mercury was impressed and predicted the band would be “very, very big”.

“We Close Our Eyes” spent fourteen weeks on the UK Singles Chart, peaking at number 5 in April 1985. In the United States, the single reached 41 on the Billboard Hot 100 and number 5 on the Hot Dance Music/Club Play chart.

Inside everyone hides one desire
Out side no one would know
Danger close to the edge of the knife
Safer not to let go

And while
We miss chances
You can almost hear
Time slipping away

We close our eyes, we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes to time slipping away

No show, Wednesday girl waits with the wine
She knows just what to say
While no one listen
You can almost hear time slipping away

We close our eyes we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes and we can talk to strangers

We are burning with the spark
And we can walk on water
We are tigers in the dark
We are burning, we close our eyes

Heroes never give in to the night
He knows how far he can run
And as he surrenders
You can almost hear time slipping away

We close our eyes, we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes

We close our eyes, we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes

We walk on water
We are burning
Talk to strangers

Mad Lib Madness.

Joe Santagato and his friend put a whole new spin on fun with Mad Lib as a party game.  I laughed at this till I cried.  So much so, I had to find the follow up.  You can find the app for this game on iTunes.  What was once a game in English class, can now make your next party a lot of fun.

The object of the game: Fill out a Mad Libs game with your friend, put water in your mouth, and then try not to laugh when it’s read back to you.

Enjoy!

The Devil Walks Among Us – Part One : PD.

This is my introduction of Reficul into the Princess Diaries stories.

Razorbackwriter:

The World inside Scar’s hat

Part One

The Devil Walks Among Us 

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There are those that think that Hell is nothing more than an ideal. A place that you go if you have committed sin, and are banished from Heaven. There are those that believe in Heaven, and that angels walk among us. Protecting us, guiding us with a silent hand….watching over us. If that is true, then is it possible that the Devil has his own agents? Those that walk among the living and watch them as they lead them into sin….and then death? Deal makers, betrayers, oh yes…there are even those that believe that we are fueled by sin…which makes for easy pickings. To look at the world now, it was already reaching an age of the sixth extinction. Greed, Lust, Hunger…all driving forces in the never ending battle against good and evil.

Hatred for the supernatural was common place among the unbelieving. Events that could not be explained often were blamed on those that were different, out of the ordinary. For centuries such creatures were persecuted, murdered and hunted till they hid from the very shadows themselves. Forced to practice in secret. But even those that hid their powers left behind clues that would be followed by the most dedicated of hunters. Those that operated above the law, even breaking it if they had too. Following every clue…watching…waiting for the right time to move in. There were rewards to be had, and now the whispers had reached the ears of the worst of the worst. A man driven by a family code that had been passed down for generations. From Father to son till now.

Standing before the burnt out ruins of what was a typical family home, stood a man wearing a black coat and matching fedora. His hands hidden deep within his pockets. Dark shaded glasses blocked out a view of his eyes, but he was scanning the smoldering ruins. Strange that after all this time, the smell of the burning embers remained. The fire…never truly went out. There was a reason for this….a very good one. The man appeared to be waiting. Holding off before actually setting foot on the property. He must have been standing there a good hour or more, till finally a black sedan pulled up in behind him. Shutting off the engine, two men got out. Both were wearing suits, and one had a policeman’s badge clipped to his belt buckle. Each closed the doors with a light thud, whilst the man on the pavement refused to turn around to acknowledge them.

“Do you have it?” The man in the fedora asked almost casually, his tongue wetting his lips as though dry.

The first man took out a yellow envelope and then handed it to the man in the fedora.

“Case file about the fire, along with some information about a ..” The Detective took out a notebook and flipped it open, as he searched for the girl’s name. The man in the hat interrupted…“Tessa Monroe..yes.” He showed something of an odd smirk, before then going dead pan once more and taking the file out of the envelope, passing the envelope back to the second man before flipping it open. He started to hum to himself as he flicked through the police reports, which was shoddy at best, but there was a line in it that had the right edge of his lip twitch.

He closed the file with a snap and rolled it so he could tuck it inside his coat jacket.

“I think now is the time to enter…” He started off and walked up the pathway, with the detective and the other man both looking at each other with apprehension. It was common knowledge that few ever wanted to enter the grounds. Rumors had been rife about unexplained happenings since the fire and the townspeople were reluctant to speak about it openly.

Taking the first step, the man in the black fedora glanced back, and was amused to see that neither man was following.

“Don’t worry Sheriff…that badge you wear should protect you from….them.” It was almost like he was daring the man, who huffed and tugged on his own jacket. The Sheriff started after the man in the fedora, who by now had stepped through the blackened door way. The second man held back for a moment, before his shoulders sagged forward and he headed in on after the Sheriff. There was so much mystery to this man in the hat. From what both they both believed was that he was some sort of government agent. Everything was…off the books. Little did they realize that the one he worked for…was far more dangerous then any one western government.

Walking down the inner corridor, the man in the hat tapped along the walls with his hand till he finally heard a hollow sound. Grinning to himself, he took out a piece of chalk and made a strange marking on the wall, which had the sheriff and his deputy baffled. Catching sight of their worried expressions, the man in the hat lied….

“A little trick my father taught me.” He chuckled darkly, and this sinister tone could not be mistaken. Looking to his right, he saw the door for the basement, and then let out a breathe as though this was what he was looking for.

“This way….” But instead of going first, he urged the officers to take the stairs before him. “After you of course.”

The Sheriff shrugged, before taking to the stairs and going, down – the deputy gulped as he was getting a sense of the creeps at being in this house. He finally relented and started to follow the sheriff. At this point, the man in the black hat pulled out a gun with a silencer and then started off after them.

Two shots were fired in the darkness. Both in the back of the head. Point blank range. Their bodies crumpled to the floor with soulless eyes staring out at….a secret basement room. Stepping over the two bodies, the man in the hat then set his gun down on a table, as he took Tessa’s picture out of the file that he had been in his jacket pocket. He stared at the picture and hummed quietly. If the report was correct….and she had been here, this was how he was going to find her.

The spirits don’t lie.

~RB~

RPC : Marika Cimentarius – PD.

Character bios.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Freedom ’90 – George Michael

Something just a little sexy tonight.  So much drama here…music is how I chose to chill.  Enjoy George Michael’s Freedom.  ~RB~

“Freedom ’90”

I won’t let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It’s the one good thing that i’ve got
I won’t let you down
So please don’t give me up
Because i would really, really love to stick around

Heaven knows i was just a young boy
Didn’t know what i wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirls pride and joy
And i guess it was enough for me
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll tv
But today the way i play the game is not the same
No way
Think i’m gonna get me some happy
I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time i told you so
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone else i’ve got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these ties and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that i don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you rake
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take
Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy

What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big-shot good time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on mtv
But today the way i play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now i’m gonna get myself happy

 

Blondie – Heart of Glass

Nothing captures early new wave  better than “Heart of Glass” by Blondie.  Filmed in the iconic Studio 54, this clip was heavily featured on Australia’s Countdown.  Interesting to note, Blondie had its first number one hit in Australia, after being discovered by Molly Meldrum when he was interviewing the Rolling Stones in the States.

 

Heart of Glass is from the Album – Parallel Lines.

“Heart Of Glass”

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind

Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind

In between
What I find is pleasing and I’m feeling fine
Love is so confusing there’s no peace of mind
If I fear I’m losing you it’s just no good
You teasing like you do

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind

Lost inside
Adorable illusion and I cannot hide
I’m the one you’re using, please don’t push me aside
We could’ve made it cruising, yeah

Yeah, riding high on love’s true bluish light

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out I had a heart of glass [radio version]
Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass [album version]
Seemed like the real thing only to find
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind

 

The Witches Circle – Only the beginning : PD

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

Co-written with Fu and Dessy.

RP – Fantasy Supernatural.

Fu:

Witches Circle

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

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

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

 

Dessy:

The Witches Circle.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Razorbackwriter:
The Witches Circle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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~RB~