<strong>Erato, tagged: Drell</strong><br/><br/>The demoness licked her rouge smuged lips in anticipation just as she had received her mistress' orders. Her wicked eyes were upon Drell from the moment he had been brought into the room. The one who captured him must have left him there and went onto the next prey, probably thinking that this would please the Queen more. If the eager succubus had known better, she would have remembered that their mistress valued quality above numbers and so she would have settled for a single gift, the best she could fin, instead of missing the presentation for a wild goose chase.<br/><br/>Erato also took into consideration the fact that - as good looking as he was - Drell was still a demon. Had his captor that less of an imagination? She approached the prisoner without much eagerness, her metal tipped heels hitting the floor with a heavy clicking sound. He was a fool and a weakling for letting himself get caught so easily by one of her sisters. The succubi were powerful creatures, even had strength beyond any mortal's physical force, but they weren't fighters. Their powers resided elsewhere and in equal combat with any other type of demons they were easy to defeat if not for their alluring magic.<br/><br/>She eyed him from head to toe, trying to better figure out from which realm he was brought over.<em>Pathetic </em>. He had the whitest skin, so similar to the Queen's in terms of color. Oh, how she longed to feel her mistress' skin beneath her fingers, to graze it with her claws in one tender gesture. Alas, the mistress regarded her no differently than the others. Instead..instead this laughable creature before her eyes had much more chances of reaching her favors. Erato herself possessed a smiliar power to the Queen's. She was able to change her form, yet in a lowly manner, piece by piece and incomplete. Her powers barely awoke within her body, the magic was a weak one. For decades she had tried in secret to turn herself into a male demon to better please her Queen. And now, just as she was about to reach the epitome of her changes, an effort which took most of her magic almost draining her of energy, the Queen decided to play this awful game out of sheer boredom. How could Erato compete against these creatures when their blood was warm and their bodies still belonged to the living?<br/>She slapped the demon across the burnt cheek just for the pleasure of seeing the red mark of her palm remaining on his white skin. The sound of her hand touching his face echoed in the hall for everyone to see his shame. How could anyone view him fit for the Queen with such imperfections? On top of everything else, he also smelled like humans, too much for her not to realize that he had been among them for a very long time. This was no demon, he didn't deserve the title.<br/>"You want to be human?" she mocked pulling him upwards by his black horns. "I shall remove those branches atop your head and pull out your tail!"<br/>She basked in the pained features on his face as she pulled harder, forcing him to stand so she wouldn't have to drag him towards one of the many chambers. "The Second Layer welcomes you<em>brethren</em>" she mocked again "don't think you'd enjoy it much.."<br/>The next thing Drell felt was her clawed fingers wrapping around his neck, placing a collar around it. The texture of it was similar to leather, but he knew it must have been imbued with magic. "Now walk or I shall have to make you."<br/><br/><br/><strong>The Queen, tagged: La'cael'rah </strong><br/><br/>Two members from the Queen's personal guard brought the male fae inside the Red Chamber, leaving him restrained for the moment. This room was undoubtedky cleaner than the rest, but his brownie eyes could easily spot that it nedeed more care, especially around the corners of the ceiling and around the huge candle holders. The lack of furniture - except for the large canopy bed - gave the place a cosy feeling doubled by the numerous satin pillows and soft oriental carpets covering the entire floor. An extra room space had been added to the room centuries ago, separated from the rest by huge drapes of burgundy colour.<br/>The two pushed La'cael'rah down, forcing him to kneel near the bed. None of them left the room, instead they took their rightful positions on the other side of the room. There was not a sound in the room until finally the drapes were pulled apart and another armor claded deamonette stepped forth, followed by the Queen. Her Majesty's gaze did not rest upon his bare body, for she too had no need for clothes preferring the icy cold feel of noble metal on her skin in the form of jewelry. The deamonette held a silver cup in one of her hands and a small knife in the other, which she both placed in front of the brownie, mere inches away from his feet.<br/>A gesture of the Queen's head was enough to make the two guards release the prisoner from his chains, leaving him kneeled before redrawing themselves into the dark corners once more.<br/>"My Queen is thirsty." the deamonette declared. "Give her something to drink."<br/><br/><br/><strong> Captain of the Queen’s Royal Guard, tagged: Thane</strong><br/><br/>By the time the Queen's Captain had arrived for the presentation along with a small crowd of deamons and imps, the Queen was already in the mood for being served by one of the gifts. The Captain sought to please her Queen by sending the prisoner into the lower catacombs to be cleansed and "dressed" to better suit her mistress' tastes. The stoic Baron felt his body restrained not with chains or ropes, but by whips wrapped around his arms and one around his neck, forcing him to back the wall. The other ends of his bindings were pulled through the metal rings stoned in the wall, keeping the Konish leader from making any unecessary movements. The whips were of the magical kind, meant to weaken both body and mind alike, forcing the prisoner in a state of numbness.<br/><br/>The female captain ordered her followers to remove his armour. The deamonettes used metal bars to split apart the chest plate from the rest, forcing it to fall on the ground with a loud thud. The seductive captain held his helmet under her right arm, letting it rest against her hip. All around him Thane could sense their hidden intentions taking form with each piece of armour pulled away from his body. One of them went as far as to lick the wound on his forehead, a mere scratch for the Konish Baron, but such a treat to any dweller of the Second Layer. As the lowly succubus soon found out, this kind of gesture cost her greatly and from then on all knew that the blood of the Dark Knight was more valuable than immortality.<br/>The female captain only had to throw her whip around the deamonette's neck to snap it like a twig and the daring succubus fell to her knees, never to rise on her feet again. Where the whip had circled her skin a red mark of burnt flesh remained as a warning to all who dared to take what rightfully belonged to the Queen.<br/><br/>Next up were his shoulder blades, rune encrested as well like the rest of the black platemail. While most of his captors had no trouble approaching him while he lingered in numbness, lost in an array of virtual kisses and caresses, there were few who could open the straps and buckles which held the armor together.  Most of them tried to force it open from its hinges, especially when it came to the cuisses and greaves. The ritual in itself proved more enjoyable than the clipping of an angel’s wings to the Captain who had a preferance for exotic flesh. She was eager to see what kind of mark his God of War had left on the warrior’s body, for she knew that in his realm few of the chosen ones remained free from Chaos.<br/>One of the imps took off his winged bracers and then there was nothing left but his chainmail and everything else from underneath it.  The Captain approached him and placed two of her fingers in her mouth. She then placed them on his shoulder and the acid of her sticky saliva burnt the chainmail until it stood no longer on his shoulders and chest.<br/>Soon enough they took off his last layer of clothing, the Konish black leather covering his body and the proud Baron stood in front of them naked. The Captain took a few moments of her busy schedule to marvel at his muscular torso just before her gaze shifted down.<br/><br/>“Your God of War has certainly gifted you” she commented, pleased with her findings.<br/><br/>Apart from being bloody and bruised, Thane was also covered in sweat and mud. There was no way in hell (especially there) the Queen will approve of his state.<br/>“Bring them!” she ordered and three other imps entered the room with large buckets in their feeble hands. With one swoosh they throwed the icy water against his body, hitting him hard and causing him to wake up completely from the spell.<br/>