<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Alora stood at the head of the stairs leaning lazily on the railing. Her household was gathered as they waited for the arrival of her soon to be bride. The Devil frowned slightly. Already imps -- low level demons that were loyal to her and around the size of a small child -- had been relaying the progress of the small carriage up the mountain. Honestly they had been at it since the carriage had left its place of origin.  Pale grey eyes slipped closed as she allowed herself to remember why she was allowing this outsider into her home. <br/>
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Those that saw her tended to be surprised that she wasn't a son instead of the daughter of the previous Devil. There was a son, Kuzuka, but he was younger than her and much weaker in strength and in magic. That didn't mean he didn't hold counsel for her when she decided she had better things to do. She was a Devil after all and her domain wasn't just this earth bound castle that sat high in the mountains. Her real domain was in another realm entirely. Hell. Helheim as she favored calling it. It was the realm of the dead. All passed through it. Some stayed to be punished while other passed on to be reborn or ferried to Heaven -- The realm in which her other half ruled over. Blue fiery eyes flashed in her mind as she thought of Eva. They were identical but tried everything to look different whenever possible. <br/>
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The counsel had nagged her enough about needing a bride if she was going to make something of herself. Heirs were needed to ensure one stayed in rule. It was simply how things worked no matter what. Agreeing after some time she allowed the grand counsel to set up a party of sorts that she would attend and pick a bride by the end of the night. Alora had chose to leave out the fact she was female to those who brought forth a bride. After all it mattered little as the Devil could use magic few could. Her gender was fluid. It became what she needed it to be at any given moment. The counsel agreed to allow her female mates as it wouldn't due if the Devil became weak for 8 to 9 months at a time due to child baring. <br/>
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She had gone under cloak so no one would know what she was after all she hadn't had a coming out parting yet either so they assumed her father still ruled the realm of Helheim. Many women had shown up and even more attempted to chat her up even as she didn't speak once to them. The female she had picked had a strong soul. It was important to have one when one stepped into Helheim for any reason. She picked her before leaving that evening. She was one her way now.<br/>
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What would she think of her prince being a princess?<br/>
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The Devil's home was a simple --even cold-- one. Marble, granite, and other stones were used to construct the beautiful spine of the palace. Tapestries of gold, ruby, and black embroidered with her house's symbol decorated the main foyer. High cathedral like ceilings caused sound to carry without effort and provided space for creatures that needed a few extra feet of head space. Her home was vast and one could easily get lost if they wondered it by themselves. <br/>
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Commotion from the foyer drew her attention as she opened her eyes and moved down the stairs towards it. There was a frustrated sound from the woman who was trying to protect the slug like creature from one of Alora's guards, "What are you doing, Averon?" She said lazily in her native demonic tongue. The guards eyes snapped to her before he and the other's quickly fell to their knees before the demoness. There was some exchange before her eyes drifted to the woman. In English she responded, "A pet of yours, Princess? You can keep it but I suggest keeping it in your chambers. To our kind those things are pests."<br/>
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She was beautiful in her own right. Long white hair fell down her back and framed her face. She was dressed simply in tank top and leather jeans. There was nothing about her that screamed royalty but then again in her castle there would be few who would say otherwise to her. Alora didn't smile but that didn't mean one missed the needle like teeth behind her lips when she spoke.  <br/>
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