<strong>Glasya, the Succubus</strong><br/><strong>Location: </strong>the theatre<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Arkand, the Human King<br/><br/>The innocent looking peasant girl was one to look at the end of the play with curiosity and interest, taking the moral of the story to heart. Glasya, on the other hand, rejoiced upon seeing such a beautiful and gruesome display of a valid truth: women are not to be trusted, yet they are the only thing worthy to die for. She clinged on the human beside her when the main actor fell on the stage with blood staining his costume, as if it was the most horrible thing her sweet eyes ever saw.<br/><br/>Glasya was relieved to know that the Divine had left the theatre, even if it might have been for a short while. She had no idea what was happening backstage so she ordered the little deamonette to go have a look, with a nod of the head. Talking to herself wasn’t something she would do in front of her prey.<br/><br/><em>"Very well... but don't worry about my name, it's... just something that's not important."</em>the man stated when the people around them started to move from their seats to the exit of the building.  She smiled when Pestilence introduced herself to the annoying twat that bothered them earlier, not being sure if she would get the chance to stick her claws into Deva while she was still healthy.<br/><br/>“You are very mysterious, my kind Sir” she honey coatted her voice to mask the evil smile on her lips. “But I can guess what you do for a living.”<br/>As they made their way towards the exit, Glasya threw one glance behind her, wanting to make sure that Pachino found Reginald Carter. She had no doubt that by the time she would seduce the King, her little deamonette would come back with the male sacrifice’s next location.<br/><br/>Focused on finding a nice cosy spot for the two of them, the succubus entered the streets of Jeron with a hint of excitement for the upcoming task. It will be hard not to kill the handsome king in the heat of passion, like it happened so many times before because she didn’t want to control her cravings, but it will be easy to convince him that rumors of rebellion had spread even to the lowest class, her class of peasants. What better way to ruin a land than by having internal conflicts?<br/><br/>“You are a soldier, aren’t you?” she continued her previous statement, clinging to his arm for protection.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>the Chapel<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Antonius, the Archangel<br/><br/>Zefiriel lived among humans for a very short while judging by Heaven’s timeline and most of this period was spent in the presence of children. For an elemental angel, the complicated relationships and desires between men and women were still a mystery to behold. Lord Antonius had more information on the matter and he knew where to search for useful information that could help in their mission.<br/><br/>"Tell me more of the two chosen. If they are to be tempted with lust we must find a way to counter it. Do they share time with anyone specific?" he asked, straight to the point.<br/>“Yes!” Zefiriel replied eagerly “they share a lot of time with one another. I also believe, if given the right push…they might fall in love. I could work for that..I could try to bring them together!”<br/>Had she spent enough time in their presence, Zefiriel would have known that love was difficult to comprehend even for humans, not to mention how complicated it was for them to grasp its sweet power. Love was the kind of energy not even angels had the power to force upon another living being, at most they could only induce it through harmony and by setting the mood for a peaceful encounter between the two in question.<br/><br/>Antonius did not comment on her plan, the angel would soon find out on her own how hard and also how wrong it is to make humans fall in love if there isn’t a spark already in their souls. Instead, he held out his hand and summoned the lightning bolt from above to master a sword.  He gave it to her along with the title of captain and the power to direct a platoon of angels for the protection of the chosen ones.<br/><br/>Zefiriel could not speak. From a low rank elemental angel, to Protector of the Sacrifice and now to captain under direct command of an Archangel…it was all too much to grasp. She bowed with a graceful movement, holding her sword tight to her chest.<br/>“You have my eternal gratitude and I shall treasure this sword always!” she said then raised her eyes to meet his. “I’ll head back to their side, if there is anything else you need from me, it will be done.”<br/><br/>She looked at her sword, a beautiful blade with emerald leaves encrusted on the handle.  It had a faint glow of green on the sides of the blade, a solid metal guard and pommel with an antiqued silver finish engraved with divine blessings.<br/><br/>“My Lord…” she spoke just before unfolding her wings to take flight again “the Earth has been wailing tonight. I’m afraid the crops and the animals are in danger, it not they might already be…dead. There is too much silence in nature and I cannot sense their life pulse anymore. Not in this land.”<br/><br/><br/><strong>  <br/>Pachino, Glasya’s deamonette</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Theathre Backstage<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Baa'lethor, Reginald, Noelle<br/><br/><br/>If looked upon from a certain angle, the mischievous winged creature might have passed on as a fairy from children’s story books. In fact, Pachino was one of the most hideous creatures the demons ever sought to produce. Her copper tangled hair looked like the spiky thistle flower, her green eyes always turned into slits when something didn’t turn right with her (and that was most of the time) while her body was shaped to look like the famous mandrake roots, therefore she was often called “Mandragora” by her fellow demons.<br/>Fortunately, she could shapeshift at any given time, but always into something her size or smaller. Secretly she hoped that one day the Demon lord would bestow upn her the power to look…pretty, without taking much energy on her behalf.<br/><br/>She took Glasya’s nod as an order and went backstage to find the one they first came for in this wretched human place. She didn’t like how the sucubbus handled things, always looking for fun and pleasure when they should be doing their job to please the Demon lord.  Pachino envied anyone who had a pretty face, including her new succubus mistress and that laughable incubus that came with her.<br/><br/><em>“Speaking of which.” </em>she thought upon seeing the well dressed man who cornered the Sacrifice with his gimmicks and smelly spores.<br/>Baa'lethor just took out a bag of coins, boorishly letting it drop on the wooden furniture in front of the basketheaded man, having a confident look on his smug face.<br/><br/><em>“If he succeeds in dragging Glasya’s sacrifice on our side, it’s curtains for little ol’ Pachino”</em>she thought desperate, not knowing why the incubus didn’t go straight for the girl who lavishly watched from above. “Damn him, he’s always after mistress’ place.” Infuriated she rushed over to the bag and loosened the ties, letting the golden coins to drop on the floor, one ofter the other. It was more than enough to ruin the effect of Baal’s "Trustworthy Entitlement", but in the end it was up to the human to take his offer or not.<br/>