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*SS* RP [Gehenna]
December 05, 2011 08:28PM
” Sons of Sparda Return – ‘ mothers hide your daughters’
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Ice: Just down the road a few clicks from the Gehenna’s capital city known as ‘Corruptus’ a Daemon door exploded into existence, The purple and black swirling colours fused together as it became stable, suddenly he was thrown out of it, hitting the ground with a large ‘thud’, his white hues glance back to the door as he watched zephyr literally fly out, following him ‘Naamah’ who had a smirk across her face. It took him a second to gather his senses as he stood up, he glanced around as he was now in the daemon void also known as Gehenna. The sky was a darkish purple it seemed to stretch on for ever, as chunks of land mass could be seen floating around in the distance, brushing himself off his hues flicker over towards the capital ‘Corruptus’ in all its beauty, the walls of the city screamed violence, as jagged spikes where basically built over the entire thing, he took note of all the tall tower like structures as he shook his head. (Ice) “So daemons can live civil, as civil as a bunch of backstabbing, cutthroats can be. Welcome home kid” his hues flickering to naamah as she walked up next to him, she leaned against his shoulder with her right arm and sighed in relief, (Naamah) “You know how hard it is to get a hold of you, welcome home ice. Let’s get a move on”. He nods in response as he and naamah would walk passed zephyr, he would grab a rather loose grip onto zephyr and yank him off the floor. (Ice) “Your dirtying my coat kid, I want that back soon” as they travelled down the long road, this place was grim indeed, it screams death and decay something most would not call beauty, though each island was different in terrain, Daemonium the largest of the three continents, was the one Gehenna’s capital city Corruptus was located, the whole of Daemonium was filled with vast mountain ranges, to abyssal valleys of raw daemonic energy pools. The city itself was built ontop of one of the largest colossal mountains right on the cliff face. His eyes flicker once more at the sight of two lesser daemons fighting rather violently over a scrap of food, their eyes would take one glance at him, as they would shriek and scamper off. The rumors where true, the king had returned to take his place, something he wish he did not have to do, and was already planning on loosing naamah the first chance he got. (Naamah) “A lot has changed, since last you were here. I am going to have to teach you every last detail and thing about running this place” she said with a sigh, ( Ice) “ I rather you didn’t, how about we switch plans? … no? alright then. The sooner I get this over the sooner I can leave.” He grumbled as he shook his head, he knew this would be all new to Zephyr he would have many questions but they would have to wait until they were alone.
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Zephyr: He felt a had on his back, or rather a fist, as they came out the other side of the daemon door he was sent flying over Ice landing dead on his head. (Zephyr) “Oh what a pleasant woman…” He snickered, his face burning although it wasn’t from the pain, the ground here was actually very hot. He quickly sat up and looked around, where exactly were they? Perhaps this was the void his father had once reigned over and Lucifer before him. The sky was purple, his sense for evil was going insane it was like being trapped in a jar filled with murderous, cut-throat, scum of the earth, although this scum wasn’t from the mortal realm. He figured this must be the land of Daemons, he could sense the raw daemonic energy swirling, moving freely around him. Large masses of land floated almost seamlessly across the purple- black sky which seemed endless. He then looked toward what seemed to be a large city, it seemed to stand for everything Ice did, being covered in harsh spikes of metal, the buildings themselves twisted and warped beyond comprehension. This was a place where chaos and disorder reigned supreme and apparently, this was his home. (Zephyr) “Yeah, yeah I’m moving” he said rather dully as Ice pulled him up by the scruff of his coat. (Zephyr) “You can have this back now anyway; it’s warm as… well, hell in here” he replied tossing the coat back toward Ice. He began to follow the pair toward the city, looking around he questions began to gather in his mind, although he knew there wouldn’t be time to even ask them. From what he could gather so far, after slaying his father Ice had inherited rule of his kingdom. Although judging from his past behaviour he obviously didn’t hang around to long which seemed upset the mystery woman who was now dragging him down the path. She was actually quite beautiful for a Daemoness, actually she reminded him of someone Gabriel Greywing had told him about, the Queen of all Succubae, although he couldn’t quite remember the name. (Zephyr) “It’s Naamah, right?” he said looking toward the two, although it seemed they were already deep in conversation, perhaps they were old friends or maybe more. Suddenly he sensed a large lump of daemonic energy, he could see another female figure approaching them from further down the path, he figured she must have been friendly but nevertheless he gripped his sword. After all a friendly daemon was not necessarily one that didn’t want to kill you.

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CharlotteCarrendar: Slowly wandering down the road, dress billowing and hair tied up in the latest style, ribbons spilling out amongst her curls, her face is one of absolute beauty, and yet eyes do betray the soul, green like jade spinning slowly set in alabaster. Proserpine be her name, a daeomess whose claim to fame..was one of power, a force of destruction that was known to mortal to be on a scale that is grand. But with all power there comes a flaw and that would be the envy and scorn, to those who are in good grace and feigned by Lucifer himself. Sweet words come from painted lips, full and inviting that one would wish to kiss would say a part poem, that has no meaning to those on the scene. “Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath; We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death.”- was a memory, words said at a time long long ago, but now, now it is her return to that that was hell. She approached the gathered ones, and saw Ice and Naamah, of course they would be close, it all was clear, she being the one who was Queen of the Succubae. (Proserpine)”Seems as usual I am always the last to arrive, I see that this is a new age, pray tell you have a place for me here, or am I destined to return to where I once came?”

 

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Ice: As they all walked down the path, a scent had come lingering towards ice as he closed his eyes and took it in, could it be her? he though to himself as he arched his brow, as he opened his eyes, they flickered down the path as the sight of a female came into view he could not help but glance over her beauty, she could indeed give Naamah a run for her money, though he knew all to well how dangerous she could be, those eyes of hers as captivating as they were, told a dark story not many knew. With a devilish smirk he knew it could only be one person. (Ice) “Proserpine! Darling how are you! New hairstyle I love it.” he greeted her more so to get away from naamah, with hastened speed he walked straight up to her, hooking his arm into hers as he spun her towards the direction they were walking, he leans in close to her and starts to whisper after his hues check on Naamah who had a snarling look on her face. (Ice) “You know how mean naamah has been dear? She literally dragged me out of a battlefield!, honestly what a bore she is. How’s things?” he arched his brow as she addressed a personal matter, rubbing his rugged chin he smirks (Ice) “Of course I have a place for you, you are the mistress of Envy, ruler over that whole thing… area… place…” he blinks slightly as he makes weird hand movements in corresponding to what he was saying. (Ice) “ But if that ain’t enough, I suppose you could always have a more.. Interesting role. What would you like? A better title? Perhaps a higher role in Gehenna? Or you could do me a favour and distract Naamah for me later so I can run off and get a drink, if you know what I mean. I am desperate for a good fight.” He sighed slowly as the two walked linked arms in front of Naamah and zephyr, Naamah would glance down to Zephyr and arch a brow before looking forward at the two. (Naamah) “Honestly, he is too impulsive; you can never tell what he is going to do next. So who are you to him?” Naamah’s curiosity got the best of her at this younger male now travelling with ice, he was not impressed with naamah for the time been after all she dragged him away from a good fight, so he decided to stick with Proserpine for abit, she was one of his favourite daemoness’s out there, a female he could relate to, gentle as a rose but as deadly as a daemon terror. She had such power within her, even he was careful around her. (Ice) “ The kid’s another son of my dead father dearest, I know I was shocked too. So I took him in, on to more interesting things though.. What is it you seek? How is the realm? Anything I need to know” he would wiggle a brow at the last part with a devilish smirk across his face.

 

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CharlotteCarrendar: A well shaped brow rose sharply, as Ice would more or less flee from the side of Naamah, who looked like the very storms that destroy the lands, grey and forboding hissing and spitting when Ice took Proserpine by the arm twirling her round and then a very casual form of greeting, one not expected from one so high up. (Proserpine)”Mmm…well, one does try to look her best before presenting to company, Never know where it might get you.”- her voice so rich and smooth, like honey as the words rolled from her tongue, and she kept in stride with Ice, only to look back at Naamah, a grin on her face one of victory.- “Naamah has her wiles I see, and looks to lay claim….pity, she doesn’t have the power to back up the size of her breasts.” Proserpine knew exactly how much power she wielded, and this would always be viewed as an advantage. She listened with heightened amusement that Ice had been dragged from the battlefield, and to play on this, she placed a hand to her chest, mocking her shock. “Oh…what a terror she is, if she had half a mind she would allow you to finish what you begin. Such a tease, I imagine she would close her legs after enticing a man close, just so he would be longing to impale her. Then again, what would I know…*she lowers her hand slowly*…I am not one that needs to use feminine attributes to get what I want.” Ice was offering her the position of Mistress of Envy, a likely choice of course, but one that would see her jade hues flicker. “So long as I am higher than Naamah, then I will be pleased.” -she said, stating directly what she wanted. “And have no fear, I am sure I can find….someone to take Naamah off your hands, so you may wet your tastebuds and quench your thirst….but just remember this. -she said with a light growl, that came from her throat- “You owe me one.”

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Zephyr: He was quite taken by all that was happening; it was like watching a play, the actors all playing their parts splendidly and well him being ignored completely. (Zephyr) “Ohh I’m his… well, yeah that” He replied being interrupted as if he was a part of some form of political debate. This ignorance now growing on his nerves he snickered (Zephyr) “I’m going to go look around, I’ll leave you all to your business…” However he had not clearly seen the additional arrival yet. Stopping as he caught a glimpse of her, her beauty would rival that of the Queen of all Succubae herself; and there was Ice throwing her around like something he’d found in a backwater tavern. (Zephyr) “Uhh, I’m Zephyr by the way” he said nervously addressing her. He had really no experience with women before, although he had been told of their irrational actions and their ability to manipulate the souls of men, turn brothers against each other, sons against their fathers. They were truly things of pure evil, which he could sense as clear as a sheet of polished crystal. He didn’t seem to get any response from any of them, they only paid attention to him when is suited them it seemed. (Zephyr) “Anyway I’ll be going…” he said dully, quite frustrated by their complete lack of acknowledgement of his existence. He began further down the road passing Naamah, then Ice and the mysterious young daemoness. Lifting his arms up and resting both hands on the back of his head he muttered (Zephyr) “See you when I see you.” Gripping the hilt of Midnight he decided to open a Daemon Door a few metres in front of him which would hopefully transport him to the city. It was all very dramatic, everything that had been happening of late but it was too much for him, and unless he was fighting he preferred a peaceful, un-crowded existence. Not what this was turning out to be, besides it was no business of his Ice being king and all and so he really had no business hanging around.

 

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LastRonin: -Valencerikas needed a bit of information… a touch of knowledge…. and he knew it could not be found on Nemaeus. Not even in the same realm of existance. He spent several days studying the data, analizing the formulae… and finally gathering the necessities. The most difficult bit had been the key… the necessary connection to that plane. Valyn knew there were some ways to contact denizens… and even to pass items to and fro occasionally. He used this to his advantage. He had learned through the milenea of various entities that held power in the majority of the planes. He knew it was a good idea to keep in touch with such places and stay abreast of the shifts of power. There was an individual in gehenna who would not have the information Valencerikas needed, but could provide for him the key to opening a way in. It was a disgraced underling of one of the lesser Lords. A former lieutenant… who was bitter at his dispossession, but still retained enough usefullness to not be disposed of… yet. Knowing well that he was in danger of destruction by his Lord at any whim, the lesser daemon was doing everything he could to gain power of his own… but quietly. Valyn had used him before…. gaining valuable information, and providing trinkets or information in return. This time when Valyn contacted his information source in gehenna… he asked for what would seem useful information, but which was in all honesty just an excuse. When it was time for payment… Valyn extended a long silver platter into the shimmering surface of the contact spell, heavy magics ritually built into the brazier that was being used to make contact allowing matter to pass through… it could not pass living flesh through… but undead flesh could be passed into the other realm… the magics of the brazier and gehenna itself not allowing those within to use the device for exit. When the lesser daemon would reach to take the minor artifact from the surface of the tray… Agnost would act. The tray was not a simple silver tray… it was Agnost, Valencerikas’ faithful sentient blade… an artifact forged by the god Hephaestus himself, with the ability to alter it’s shape and form as needed. This time, he extended a spike in the instant the daemon snatched at the small artifact, causing his hand to drag back along the point… Agnost using it’s ability to draw upon the essence of those it contacted taking the blood and a bit of the daemon’s energies into himself to hold for his master. Agnost then whipped back through the transdimensional portal returning to his usual and favored form of the katana Valyn usually wore. The Lesser daemon howled in pain and anger. Valyn smiled at him and spoke-“I would suggest you settle down before you draw unwanted attention… would you really want your Lord finding out about your… transgressions?”-Valyn asked leadingly. As the daemon seethed, but settled down… a fearful look around to make sure he was not yet discovered, Valyn laughed and closed the connection. Now he had but one more item to acquire… the final one, well that was the most delicate… for she needed to be unblemished… and to be whole. He found a proper specimen… her golden hair glistening like silk as it spread across her palid shoulders. The silken night-shirt she wore only accentuating the body it covered. The young woman was sleeping still when Valyn had ensorcelled her… transforming her unconcious body into a miniature replica of herself, but only one twelfth in size. He carried the doll-like item in one of his pockets… time not currently seeming to pass for the girl. Within a deep and hidden cavern in the belly of Nemaeus far underneath the surface of Lacardis, Valencerikas prepared his departure… he laid out the spell, the proper sigils and runes scattered around the room… seemingly random… but in truth painstakingly situated. His own sigils and runes carven into his hide would glow and dance in time with the chanting the ancient beyond ancient dragon bespelled. The air in the cavern began to stifle…t o swirl even though there were no chance of a wind, for the chamber was hewn into solid rock…. no cracks even to allow entrance… the thinnest wall a good two hundred foot thick. Suddenly the darkened chamber was lit by a deep purplish glow, tinted with red. The spell was complete… using his alternate form ability and drawing upon the reserves that had been stored up by Agnost, including the entire life force of an unfortunate warrior who had challenged the dragon at a most inopportune time and the energies syphoned from the daemon… this touch of local flavor would help conceal Valyn’s outsider status. He would smell like he belonged to those he encountered there. Valyn Kass stepped through the shimmering portal, dropping nearly a hundred feet toward the ground below, when his ring of featherfall kicked in and settled him gently down. Landing on his feet, Valyn stood there a moment… taking it in… he had studied many alternate realms… and been to several, but this was his first visit in the flesh to Gehenna. He smiled, patting the pocket that held the ‘doll’ and began to stride forward… an air of confidence and purpose palpable about him.-

 

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Ice: He nodded in agreement with Proserpine, as the two continued to stroll down the path in a slow pace, passing few daemons that where shocked to see the rumours where true. (Ice) “I know right, she should have let me have my fun, and yes I also think she’d be like that too” he arches a brow as his hues flicker around the barren wasteland they called home, taking in the view (Ice) “It is good to be back I suppose, and yes I realize I owe you one. Call up on it anytime” he chuckled slightly as he rubbed his chin with his free hand, (Ice) “Well she is mistress of lust, and she is supposed to teach me the ways of running this place and everything else I need to know. I think you would be better at that, and it may prove more fun since she is such a bore. How about you take over that path, given that, it would mean you have a final say in things around here, with me and the kid. I’m sure Naamah has better things to do anyway” he smirks as he had though about asking naamah to go deal with the lesser daemons to punish her for dragging him here. (Ice) “That’ll put you in a higher placing then her, also putting you in good graces” he would chuckle, his hues watched as zephyr would walk in front of them, a daemon door would open and zephyr would walk into it, leaving it open, he had an idea, he smirked as his hues flicker to Proserpine’s nodding towards the door slightly he would signal her to run in and he would follow. Turning slightly he smirks as he faces naamah who still had a snarling look about her. (Ice) “Oh naamah dear, could you please go to the lesser daemon tribes and deal with them, you know take their complaints and so forth.” He chuckled slightly he knew that would keep her off his back for a little while, at least enough for him to get settled down, he felt a slight change in the energy suddenly, it was only a small spike but he shrugged it off, he’d rather ditch naamah then check into such small details. Snapping his fingers to make sure the daemon door would close after Proserpine stepped through it, Quickly he released her hand from his grip as he runs into the Daemon door, which would lead them too the vast city once they came out of the other side. Naamah would raise her hand in disagreement and growl slightly (Naamah) “wait you have to.. bu-“ she was cut off as he disappeared into the door, her hues glared at Proserpine she knew they both where one of his favourite for different reasons, it was like a small battle between the two.

 

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CharlotteCarrendar: Proserpine could see the chance becoming available, due to Naamah’s natural wiles, she would be too busy trying to seduce, to run anything, or teach for that matter. Proserpine decided to seize this with both hands, but of course, she dare not let her delight shine to the surface, and so her reaction would be mild to the truth of her thoughts. “Oh I’m sure she has better things to do….though I do pity the ones she lays with. *a cruel smile forming on her lips*…you know what they say…sleep with one, sleep with many, often comes critters a crawling in places we don’t mention.” She then unhooks her arm from Ice’s and looks toward the door, and the “kid” that Ice has mentioned, who by now looks to be annoyed at being ignored, swept under the carpet. Her jade hues glow, whilst she puts on an air of grace…of understanding. “Very well, I shall honour this request and take the path that was so chosen for Naamah originally. Though the kid does look to be unsettled. Perhaps I can share a word with him. He must think that I have my sights set on you and not the big picture. Some judge others purely based on what they see before them. I believe that we are all onions, layers, just waiting to be peeled back revealing…*she grinned mischevously*…well, much the same, in some cases.” She was about to make her bolt for the door when another man would enter the scene, one that she did not recognise, and she had to look twice, before doing as told, and running through the door, only to find herself in a vast city. She caught up with Zephyr and then said. “Why is it I have not seen you before?…for a moment I did think perhaps you were one of Naamah’s lays. *she sniffs the air*…No, you do not smell as though she has rubbed against your skin. I am Proserpine….and you are?”

 

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Zephyr: Upon arrival in the city, he noticed the door hadn’t closed behind him, he’d find out why momentarily as Ice and the woman appeared through the door after him before it closed. His aim was actually to get away from them, but the only way out now was back toward Naamah, not something he favoured at this point in time. (Zephyr) “The name’s Zephyr, as Ice said I’m one of Sparda’s sons, although it seems my existence was kept secret from Ice here… guess he ended up finding me anyway.” He replied to her address continuing (Zephyr) “Proserpine, nice name, that would be as in the greek goddess of beauty?” He did know an awful lot of history, it was the one thing that seemed to make any sense. Warriors of the past fought with honour, just a man/woman with his/her blade against another, the purest form of combat. Not like that of which he had experienced recently, all those weapons hurling projectiles without so much an inkling of the wielders intention. Although he had been given such a weapon by Ice, he really had no idea on its proper use he wore it as more of a matter of respect. After all refusing a gift from someone is disrespectful enough without good reason, but refusing a gift from ones family if with good reason, that was an insult. (Zephyr) “Perhaps you can answer some of my questions” he said to the daemoness, still gazing off into nothing as if deep in thought. (Zephyr) “For one… What exactly is going on here? And who exactly are you to me?” he questioned, his voice still drifting, he didn’t really want to focus. He was all to happy to remain in his own head, thus removing any need to take in his surroundings or the gravity of the situation he was in for that matter. Although he was a man of manners and so he figured he should show some respect in the presence of a daemon who wasn’t fighting for food scraps like a rabid dog. (Zephyr) “Anything else you wanted to know?” he said turning to Proserpine. After all she must have had questions of her own.

 

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LastRonin: -Valyn had entered the broken landscape not too extremely far from a large city… he knew what it was due to his contacts and research. It was really amazing when you had a truly inspired intellect, how much can be learned from old tales and stories… even ones thought to be fiction, especially when combined with such arcana as Legend Lore to help decipher the truth from the exagerations and outright fallacies. Heading toward an outcropping, Valyn moved to make his further preparations. His Amulet of Proof Against Detection and Location should keep him from being easily routed out, along with the hint of local Daemonic power Agnost had infused him with should keep his simple presence from drawing too much attention. Finding a cleft in the rocks, Valyn pulled out a folded cloth, lifting it and holding it against the rock face inside the cleft on the side of the largest portion of stone… the magical fabric adhered, revealing a depiction of an open door, made of the surface the cloth had been laid upon. Valyn stepped thru the door and into the interior of the Shelter. This arcane device creates a hidden shelter inside any solid surface it is held against… creating a hidden door that once closed is almost impossible to detect. The interior is spacious and can be filled with furniture or other items as the bearer wishes, the contents being carried along with the shelter whenever it is transported elsewhere. The interior of the shelter is protected by several anti-scrying magics and also has a dimensional lock in place, such that teleporting into or out of the space is countered. Once through the door, Valyn settled in and began to gather a few items… the arcane components necessary for what he was about to do. He first cast the contingency spell… this allowed the next spell he cast to remain in wait… hidden and waiting until the proper trigger occurred and sprung it immediately into effect. All this took close to half an hour. Once the preparations were complete, Valyn smiled and moved to prepare a meal… he had expended a good deal of energy getting here and making his further defensive preparations… he was by no means exhausted… but considering where he was, he felt it best to be absolutely at the top of his readiness for the next phase. Looking out the ‘windows’ of the shelter which had the appearance of a good sized cottage, he could observe the area around the stone outcropping he had chosen as his Shelter’s containment… the windows weren’t really windows and weren’t visible from outside… they were just a form of the clairvoyance spell. The entire Shelter being protected by NonDetection helped to keep it’s owner safe when they rested.-

 

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Ice: As he had stepped out of the daemon door, he glanced at zephyr with an arched brow as Proserpine had already been talking to him, shaking his head slightly as he passes them. His hues glance around they had come out to more or less the market district, chuckling softly (Ice) “Rules are different here kid, watch your back. you keep what you kill” he said in a low tone so zephyr could hear it, as he approached one of the small hut like shops his hues would glance down at the various junk spread out. (Ice) “Not very interesting now is it.” He said as his hues glanced up to the Daemon who had set up shop, it almost felt insulted at what he said towards its items. His hues would glow at a small edible item as he snatch’s it off the table and gulped it down, the daemon went off into a rant, and he obliged in arguing back with the daemon, it all seemed pointless, by the time zephyr would have taken notice, he had the daemon in a headlock on the ground giving it a beating (Ice) “Why you little… I’ll have you know this is my favourite coat, in fact I killed for it” obviously it had said something about his coat, as he stood up and left the daemon passed out on the street he dusted himself off, giving a slight yawn he walked back to zephyr and Proserpine (Ice) “If there’s anything you want to ask me, you can ask me later. If you want to explore watch your back. We’ll meet up at the tavern later tonight kid” with that he scuffed zephyrs hair and walked off, to start more trouble in the market district, his hues glance over to a rather large and slow daemon, barely a greater daemon but had to be one. (Ice) “ Vtsek Netorka Medors puta” he would say in daemon tongue (Translated- aren’t you the one that the lesser daemons rape? Daily? You sure do look weak) this of course, was met with a giant fist hitting his face, it sent him flying in the air as he crashed through near by stall’s standing up he got into a running dash and tackled the daemon to the floor, as they started to belt into each other senselessly, after a while they both laughed aloud, as he would stand up and pat the greater daemon on the back as it walked off. (Ice) “It is defiantly good to be home” as his eyes flicker over to zephyr and Proserpine, he grinned charmingly and rubbed the back of his head with his hand (Ice)”What?” he said in a innocent tone. Meanwhile naamah was stuck with the order ice had given her, as she snarled and said some rather bad things about Proserpine, she won this fight but the battle is not over, she had thought to herself. Opening a daemon door she continued to walk through it, to go and deal with the lesser daemon tribes located south of Corruptus, Little did she know he had planned for them to cause as much trouble as possible for her.

 

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CharlotteCarrendar: Proserpine looked on at the “kid” with eyes that had seen a great deal over the centuries of her existance, and he dared to ask her as to as to what her place was in this setting. “Your right…my name is beauty to the greeks, however, beauty is only skin deep. And it fades..*she brushed her curls back and the light tinkle of her jewellery, would create a delightful sound, melodic in fact*…as to your question what I am to you, well, that remains to be seen. I hate to spoil the surprise before due time.”- She spoke much in riddles, as she was incredibly careful not to let anyone know the truth behind the smile. Ice, it seemed was having a smashing good time, abusing the merchants, stealing, basically being a typical brute, and she merely looked on, not applauding, but slightly amused. “Off to a good start I see, yes that will sway the masses to his cause. *she rolled her eyes, a tactic used by women that spoke volumes, but allowed them to keep a dignified air* She folded her arms, the sway of her silken gown, lifting from the dust as she continued to walk forward, not bothering to check on the merchant that had been beaten to a pulp, like it was beneath her. No, clearly she was no saint, nor was she one to be trifled with. Right now, she was exactly where she wanted to be. She had beaten Naamah to the punch and had not had to flash her bosom to the crowd to do it. Like a serpent coiled, her true power lay dormant beneath this delicate facade. Oh but the wrath of the daemoness if she was poked with a stick. Those around her would be wise not to displease her.

 

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Zephyr: He snickered at her comment, she was right though he knew her true intentions due to the sixth sense he was born with, even daemons had souls no matter twisted they seemed. Although he dare not cast his gaze to hers, it would more than likely rattle the darkness within himself. (Zephyr) “Or so they say…” he replied sarcastically. He was rather displeased with her response to his question (Zephyr) “I can’t imagine why one would hide their identity, especially here of all places.” With that he looked over to Ice, he looked as a contented young lad who had just received a new play thing. (Zephyr) “I see everyone will hate me here to” he muttered under his breath. Ice despite training him seemed to condemn him to a fate he did not wish to share, he wouldn’t be able to interact with those around him without first being judged by Ice’s actions. (Zephyr) “Welcome home indeed” he said in a dull tone. This childish behaviour was rather pointless, although he supposed such befitted a man such as Ice. He turned his thoughts back to Proserpine, she was quite perplexing. Her words seemed to imply that of innocence, to an extent anyway, although he knew better. Perhaps amongst the scum which called this place home she was. At any rate he’d be sure not to let his guard down around her, Ice was leaving him for now anyway. (Zephyr) “Yeah sure I’ll see you then” he said beginning to walk off before stopping and turning toward Proserpine. (Zephyr) “And what might your intention be for this evening?” he questioned politely. It seemed in order to figure out her intentions without looking into her twisted soul he would most likely have to find his way into her good graces, although it would be most difficult due to her cautious nature.