<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">With a tilt of her head the demoness took in the elf before her. She came across as being slightly too presumptuous for her own good as she requested to see the 'prince' and made demands of the guards that came with her. Alora debated for a moment of popping her of that over large ego and breaking her till she understood it was a privilege to speak to her in such a way.This was one of the reasons the Devil didn't deal with other people except when it was needed for putting them in their place for one reason or another. <br/>
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Her pale grey eyes stayed focused on the slip of a woman before her as she moved towards her, "There is a private garden off your rooms that will be safe enough for your pet. Leaving him outside the walls is a sure way to ensure he gets eaten by something else," Her gaze became more dispassionate as she stared at the elf, "Fragile things don't tend to do well within the confines of this castle much less so in Helheim."<br/>
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Leaning down slightly she sniffed at the other's hair. It was sweet and carried scents she had only heard about really after all flowers that grew in Helheim were the type to eat you if you turned your back on them. Only one flower wouldn't do such a thing and no one could pick them due to them actually being new souls. She leaned back and looked  to her guards to help the elves find the princess' new rooms. The Devil motioned for the girl to follow her. <br/>
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On the way up the stairs members of the household that had gathered bowed and whispered their welcomes to the young elf-woman. They all varied widely in appearance. Some were rather frightening, with large leathery wings, single eyes, tusks, horns and so forth. They were those who tended to be of the lower class of demons. The less human in appearance the more likely they were of low birth. Some looked down right human save something odd like eyes that clearly weren't human or horns that looked decorational more than functional. But one should never be fooled by the appearance of a demon. <br/>
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Up the wide marble stairs they drifted before turning to walk down an expanse of hallway that seemed to stretch on forever till it opened up into a large living room with four doors -- two on the left of the room two on the right. In front of them was a large green house garden that had a few plants growing within it, "Your chambers, Myryrra of Kythonia. You may do as you wish to them including the garden within the green house," The Devil now turned to face the woman, "I am Alora, it is a pleasure to meet you my bride, but let me be clear," She stepped close to her in a flash of movement as she slipped and arm around  her waist to keep the elf from fleeing, "Never make <b>demands</b> of <i>me</i>."<br/>
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With an ease not given to those not immortal in some way Alora stole a kiss from the lips of the elf in her grasp before she let go just as quickly and strolled out of the rooms leaving the elf to her homemaking. The devil decided she needed a drink before dinner was upon them in an hour or so. </span>