Minha was one of the few who could truly appreciate the shift the Dynastic Capital had taken.  Much of the infrastructure of their Infernal Orgy was already in place, to tell the truth, left over from the remnants of the once “rulers” of Creation.  It was the constant cycle of those that inhabited the Blessed Isle to begin as good intentioned rulers only to eventually find themselves wallowing within debauchery and pleasures once unthought of.  As if to undo all of that they were beginning with the debauchery instead—or perhaps they just wanted to skip directly to the good part…<br/><br/>A woman wearing fine silks and furs with a pair of bottles, one in each hand stumbles by Minha with a gentle laugher.  She appeared more fae-like than any of the others gathered around, with a pair of mismatched eyes, one wholly a shifting shade of aquamarine while the other is a glittering rust.  She presses one of the bottles she was carrying with her to Minha exclaiming, “Drink up!  What a wonderful party this is!”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sudden appearance of the City of Dis was enough to attract the attention of even some of the most inebriated celebrants.  A handful of guardian demons remained around the celebration and though they knew of the city they still reacted sharply to its surprise arrival.  A Teodozija in particular remained nearest Dis pacing slowly within the only pathway that led into the revelry.<br/><br/>At Sonneillion’s approach the Jade Lion paused and stood in the middle of the path.  As the Bitch Queen came to a pause before the Teodozija it bowed its mighty head to him before taking a seat before him.  Even sitting the massive beast was still nearly as tall as some of the mightiest Slayers.  It did not speak, but instead waited to be addressed.<br/><br/>“Most of the other Princes are moving to gather within the courtyard.  A number of entertainments have been arranged there and nearby depending on what you would like.  The Althing proper will take place later within the Throne Room—we are told that the Princes should be prompt upon attending due to some special events that we are not privy to know.  Presentations for the glory of the mighty Yozis will begin within the courtyard.”<br/><br/>Its animalistic voice responded with a deep reverb from within its jade chest.  It paused, giving him a moment to process the information that it gave her before it continued, “Is there anything else we may assist you with?”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“That bitch!” someone yelled from down below Serpent of Midnight.  It was a male who had a quickly regenerating burn on the side of his face.  His eyes flashed with a green flame of their own before drawing a weapon and glaring angrily back within the heavily veiled pavilion.  It was large enough to house a handful of people within, but it seemed as if it was reserved for only two, though who the “bitch” inside was unclear.  It may have been one of the captured slaves, or perhaps something else entirely.  What was clear though was that if left alone the Infernal was about to march back inside and slay whoever it was that dared strike him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The whole of the Blessed Island was in shambles, destroyed or in some state of disrepair…except for the parts that the Infernals wanted to keep for themselves, which usually included manses and royal property.  So Wave was navigating his way through broken streets, and past ruined gardens left and right.  It seemed almost as if not a single flower existed upon the whole island.  He was doomed, he was fated never to find a perfect gift for Sonneillion, he was forever going to be a disappointment…<br/><br/>…Is that a lady up ahead tending to a flower garden?  Why yes it is!  A beautiful woman wearing sheer silks and having the faintest resemblance of what might have been an extremely well-bred Wood aspected Dragon-Blood was carefully tending a garden of flowers.  They were the kinds of flowers that had likely never been seen on Creation before—though Wave’s long time at sea probably meant he didn’t really know what normal flowers looked like to begin with.  As he made his way eagerly to the woman and her flower garden, she looked up at him with mesmerizing iridescent eyes.  At this distance it was easy to tell that there was something…unnatural about her.  Her hair, for example, it seemed as if each individual strand of hair was a different color.  Her voice was like the striking of silver bells, “Well hello Green Sun Prince, how can I help you?”<br/>