<strong>Erato and M’Gul<br/>Prior to the now current events. </strong><br/><br/>Too late. Anything she thought of trying or conjured in the depth of her mind came too late.  The sudden, forced penetration caused her inner muscles to inherently twitch and try to force M’Gul’s invading member out of her. He didn’t find her wet, nor warm, nor welcoming. But by the pits of hell, did it felt good! With every thrust, she’d let out a groan and sink her nails deeper into his hide, trhashing madly beneath him. Her blazing eyes were aflamed with fury and madness. His weight felt heavy upon her and his every pore gave off a musky, strong scent. Once again Erato felt it invading her tight inner muscles, forcing them to take it’s shape. Every inch of M’Gul’s member felt like heated iron against her inside, as her own demonic physic wasn’t built to mate with a beast such as he.<br/><br/>M’Gul kept a tight grip on her legs as she clenched them together against his chest and neck. His grunts of pleasure and her own curses were loud enough to scare away anyone passing by the entrance to the Throne Room, demon or otherwise. Without her consent, Erato began to feel the inherent pleasure of mating and slowly ceased her violent movements, taking what he gave with hurried breaths. Her own grip on his body relaxed and she moved as he moved, taken by the flow of his thrusts. Erato was after all, a female demon bred in lust and for carnal sins while M’Gul himself was perhaps bested only by the most skilfull of incubi, but even they had to admit the beast held a tremendous advantage between its legs.<br/><br/>There was something truly fearsome to behold in their feral mating which seemed strangely coordinated by unspoken rules. For Erato – who rarely indulged in the natural couplings between male and female and almost always because of “duty”, preferring the feminine gender – M’Gul’s ministrations proved unexpectedly enslaving to the senses.<br/><br/><br/><strong><br/>The Queen and La’cael’rah<br/>Tagged: Tristan, Caliko<br/>Present time.<br/></strong><br/><br/>Usually the Queen sought silence and the comfort it brings within the walls of her castle. This time however, La’cael’rah’s naïve ramblings were enough to take her mind away from the heavy darkness of her own thoughts. Lilith felt herself changing willingly to reach a goal. Her will seemed to once again wake and raise, as if summoned for a future taks and for the first time in such a long time, the Queen had seen a purpose in all of her efforts – past, present and future ones.<br/><br/>She listened to her Fae in silence, turning around from time to time to gaze at herself in the large mirror as he dressed and adorned her body. Sometimes she nodded and smiled, especially when he mentioned what little things could be done to brighten up the halls and the rooms. Humour had been dearly missed for a very, very long time. No one had used the words “mean” or “bad” to describe her subjects within the realm before, so she found it oddly amusing when he did.  She deemed her own acts and others’ as natural, really.  The Queen almost regretted having him dragged into all of this. Almost.<br/><br/>Shortly after he was done and she was dressed in the sheer white dress that left little to the imagination, Zamora entered bringing Tristan with her.  The man didn’t seem to be in a better state than the one she had seen him in the Throne Room and judging by his ruffled hair and dirty attire she assumed no one had sought to give him a proper treatment.  Without even glancing twice at his frame, the Queen opened a rift to his side and with a single gesture of the hand invited everyone present to enter it. Zamora the deamonette was courteous enough to give Tristan a little push, while the Queen soon followed La’cael’rah, being the last to enter and keeping the portal open. She had no doubt that Caliko would be brought to the Red Chamber by Kimora soon enough.<br/><br/>The scenery before them was the most appropriate depiction of Hell they would ever find within her realm: hot, molten lava rivers separated the giant stone blocks equally, giving the entire space a distinctive look, similar to a hive. Each stone comb was connected with the next via stone arched bridges and was wide enough to hold a “workshop” and few smaller constructions. There were imps everywhere, of different shapes, sizes and colors, all noisy, all bustling around to clean the large furnaces touring all the way up. It was in this pandemonium that the Queen held her breath for a moment, trying to adjust her body temperature to the dry, hot air.<br/><br/>A taller, bulky imp wearing a cloth around his waist as a signature of authority approached and bowed before her, asking for orders. Lilith pointed towards one of the many workshops, one that was dinstinctively bigger than the rest and closer to the furnaces as well.<br/><br/>“Your father build that.” She said addressing Tristan for the first time “A very long time ago. It’s only fitting that his son should use it. You’ll find there everything you need to make a suitable armor and a sword worthy of a Queen. I also give you command over all these lesser demons to forge new weapons and new armors for an entire army. Anything you need, it shall be given. Any amount of food or wine, any subject of mine to please you, any demon to toil for you – it will all be done. Work well and I may consider freeing you.”<br/><br/>The imp was fidgeting nervously behind them, seemingly displeased with the orders. Now he had to obey a human off all things<em>why not just torture me, my Queen?</em>he thought glaring with an evil eye at Tristan.<br/><br/>A familiar voice reached out to them, coming from the rift and Lilith turned around to see Caliko and the deamonette Kimora passing through it.<br/><br/>“My devious Caliko,” the Queen welcomed her follower with contentment “I have work for you. It will probably require a lot more patience than you possess, but I trust you will succeed nonetheless.”<br/><br/>The pale mistress looked at her fae, almost lovingly so before calling him to stand before her.<br/><br/>“You will go with her back to Earth, at the Cathedral named “Saint Peter’s Basilica” in Vatican and search for the tomb beneath. There is a wooden cross encased there that you will take. Caliko will make sure no harm is going to come to you if you are to be found, yet from what I have seen so far, I doubt the humans will be a match for your swift ways.”<br/>She stretched her pale hand to touch his cheek.<br/><br/>“Caliko, do not touch that cross, I still need you in one piece for the next task” she said smiling and showing her fangs to the best spy a Queen could ask for. With this, she drew a circle above them and opened a different kind of rift, one which will send them straight to Earth. The Queen stared into the portal long after the two had entered it, looking at the moon and the stars from above with a painful expression on her features.<br/><br/>“Kimora!” she called the deamonette suddenly, as if waking up from a dream “go after them and watch.”  And when the rift closed behind her follower, the Queen returned to Tristan for one last detail.<br/><br/>“Every blade and shield you make will carry the sign of the cross upon it. Make sure there’s not one without it!”<br/><br/>The imp gasped and fell on his knees, desperate to make his voice heard, but fearing further retribution for it.<br/><br/>“Your Majesty, this will only make everything unwieldable to our kind, you must know this!”<br/><br/>The Queen merely glanced at Zamora and the armored demoness pulled out her blade, severing the imps head on the spot. His blood almost reached the Queen’s bare feet before the scorched stone took it all in.<br/><br/>“Remain with the demigod. Let me know when his task is done.”  She said and left the Moltenpit going back to the Red Chamber alone, where Sakkara left a most troublesome gift.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Bulky Imp guard and Zamora (NPCs)<br/>Tagging: Tristan</strong><br/><br/>“The Queen said you’re in charge, I’m going to show you around” the imp said leading the way inside to the workshop where Tristan was now bound to slave away for Lilith. It was a kind of enslavement with “benefits”, truth be told, but the young man couldn’t hope for freedom just yet. Inside he would find everything he needed to hammer, bend and cut the wrought iron and demonical steel into almost anything he wanted.<br/><br/>“I suggest you start with the Queen’s blade, it’s going to be made out of two parts silver and one part steel, but don’t you worry about the alloy, it’s magically imbued to sustain the heat. I ‘suppose coming from up there you wouldn’t know.”<br/><br/>The imp gave him an evil and spiteful glare before showing him the huge anvil and the various tools, all magnificent to look at.<br/><br/>“Made by ol’ Vulcan himself” he said not realizing that Tristan was in fact, the son of the aformentioned god. “You break something, you pay. And we don’t take gold here or money” he grinned.<br/>All this time Zamora just watched his back, curious to know more about the only human prisoner she’d seen so far since her mistress’ game began.<br/><br/>“You can use the deamonette for measurements” the imp went on “when you’ll make the armor for our Queen. If it proves uncomfortable, you die. If it doesn’t look good on her, you die. If it doesn’t stand any demon’s blade ..” and with that he lifted an ancient looking claymore, rusty and blackened by time, yet dusted like everything was by the lesser imps before they came here.<br/>The creature swung it above its head and casually aimed to hit Zamora with it, but the deamonette caught it between her gloved hands, amused.<br/><br/>“…you die.” The imp concluded and threw the claymore outside of the workshop for the others to take it.<br/><br/>“Any questions?” For an imp, he seemed awfully polite and his speech strangely well articulated.<br/><br/>