The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two
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				Title: <strong>The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 18:34:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>The Queen of Succubi</strong><br>She came to me at night, shining like the brightest star in the sky and filled the room with her pale light, as if the moon itself had entered my humble room. In that moment I knew that all my prayers had been answered and that an angel had descended from Heaven to guide and help unworthy me throughout the steep road towards enlightenment. The scent of moonflowers and wisteria filled my cell as she came close to me with her delicate feet barely touching the ground. She embraced me with her white wings and so I closed my eyes, waiting for her blessing. My heart was beating madly against my chest, threatening to rip it open. I hoped then and there that my soul would enter a state of ecstasy similar to what our divine guides had received as a reward for all their tribulations. Then I felt my loins as if they were on fire and my member twitching with pleasure. I opened my eyes frightened and ashamed, realizing what a sinner I am and how unworthy of God’s gift I became. <br><br>Her hand…her godly, beautiful hand was on top of my manhood, stroking gently. Bewildered, I turned my head to meet her gaze and saw a reflection of myself writhing in pleasure. The moment our eyes met an array of impure thoughts filled my weak mind and a sweet, yet strange smell invaded my nostrils. I did not knew it then, but it was the smell of a woman’s sex when moistened in its own fluids. Oh, God, have mercy on my soul…for the things she did to me and for the things I did since then…<br><br>(……) For days I couldn’t sleep, nor eat. Just as she came, she left me and gave nothing more than the memory of that night and an empty, barren soul to replace my own. I had to leave the monastery, that path was lost for me. I searched for her relentessly in the arms of many women and everywhere I went I discovered wild-driven men and fools obsessed with her just as I was, hopelessly dreaming that one day she will come back to them. I made an oath to never go mad as they did, I swore that my last breath will be upon her lips. (…..)<br><br>(….) Alas, today I found another piece of my agonizing puzzle…my hands grew weary of searching through the endless rows of tomes and scripts and my eyes grew tired from the weak light of the candles. I had not seen the sun in five days, I have not eaten in three. Still, I had not given up on hoping and today my efforts were rewarded. There is a painting here depicting Lilitû’s strife against the Holy Beings and I have no doubt that she is the one: the porcelain skin, the eyes deeper than the sea, the white flowing hair. I had been driven astray by the the angel’s depiction, but upon taking a closer look, I had seen the same traits within the demon’s face. I know now that they are one and the same, I know now who she is… I will find her (….)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Journal for my epitaph”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Found in Mont Saint Michel Monastery<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Author: unknown<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Property of Windwoor National Museum <br><br>"Lilitu's victory" painted in the 16th century by "Melor", lost in one of the tombs near mt. Athos <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> true name unknown, you my address her with "My Queen".<br><strong>Race:</strong> Demon<br><strong>Skin color: </strong>white<br><strong>Eye color:</strong> grey<br><strong>Hair color: </strong>white<br><strong>Height: </strong>1.72 cm<br><strong>Personality traits:</strong> narcissistic and pleasure-driven, a demoness of few words&nbsp; <br><strong>Strengths:</strong> shape shifting, command over demon armies<br><strong>Fears: </strong>growing old <br><strong>Sexual tendency:</strong> dominant<br><strong>Appearance</strong>: It is believed that she took the form of an angel she defeated in the first and last battle started by the demons to conquer Heaven. Her true form remains unknown, although there had been many artists who depicted her based on ecstatic visions just before their own death and after meeting her once in their life. She can easily change shape, therefore most of the paintings or poems describing her could be wrong. <br><br><strong>Ons and Offs - (Done to others/Done to the Queen)</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Domestic servitude or (non)consensual slavery: 4/1<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Enforced chastity of the submissive: 4/4 <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Erotic humiliation: 1/1<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Sexual slavery: 5/5<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Verbal humiliation: 1/1 (non-dirty wordplay 5/5) <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Fetishes: mind control 5/3, whipping 4/2, collars 5/5, bondage 5/5 (especially chains)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Cross-dressing: 1/1<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Corporal Punishment: 4/3<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Trampling: 4/3 <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Feminization: 1/1 <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Public humiliation (if tasteful): 4/4<br>[/spoiler]<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 01:35:36</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">THE SECOND CHAPTER</span><br></div><br><br>The Throne Room. A smaller place than one visiting Hell’s Second Circle might imagine to find. The Queen who ruled over the second layer (that of lust), known as the ruler of all devious and pleasure-giving female demons, was more interested in decorating the various chambers of her domain than having a grandiose room for delivering her orders and warpped “justice”. Therefore the throne room was a long space, rather than wide, looking more like a luxurious hallway than anything else. Her throne was carved in stone and it did not present excessive decorations. <br><br>Only a deep scarlet velvet covered the throne, making it a comfortable place in which to place her royal derriere. From the entrance of the room and up to the base of the throne lay a red carpet, now looking brighter and cleaner than it had ever been in ages due to La’cael’rah’s presence. The Fae - a brownie by race - had the magical ability to clean, dust, wash and place everything in order in just mere seconds, sometimes even just by being there. It seemed that not even hell itself stood a chance against this scoundrel of tidiness and hygiene, although if asked, he might beg to differ.<br><br>&nbsp;To the right there was a very long table filled with all earthly delights, always there to serve the Queen and her followers. Had it not been for the tall candle holders and the sole, magnificent chandelier hanging from above, the room itself would most certainly be shrouded in darkness. There was little light to begin with in the second layer and none of it came from the sun. Without the Queen present, the throne room might have been empty by now, if not for a certain incident. Suzafan had received the task to escort the only angel to have ever crossed hell’s threshold as a prisoner. Should the demon lord be aware of this – and he most certainly was by now since his favorite pet, the demoness Belphegor had paid this layer a visit, there was little hope for the Queen. Still, she had another chance at escaping punishment and everything hanged in the fragile hands of fate. Untill now, fate smiled ever so pleasant to the Queen who was once the demon lord’s bride.<br><br>Suzafan was in the middle of stripping the angel Tahariel of his robes, ever so eager to tempt him, although it might have seemed the other way around. The twin metal doors opened and M’Gul, the Queen’s new guardian entered almost covering the whole entrance with his large frame. In his left arm, cuddled against his broad shoulder was the Queen herself, her bare back covered in the red velvet of her hooded cape, her white milky breasts hidden by M’Gul’s fur. And then there was Erato, her Ambassador, the most powerful in terms of physical strength from her realm, although she did not look as proud as her usual self. Perhaps something happened before and if Suzafan guessed right – for she knew Erato better than most of their sisters in demonhood – it was not pleasant for the purple skinned succubus at all. <br><br>&nbsp;Walking next to Erato and not looking too happy about it was La’cael’rah, the brownie, the only one deemed worthy by the Queen to become her “pet”. No one asked him if he was honored to receive the said title, of course, but the cruel beauty liked to believe he was. <br><br>Suzafan bowed the moment her green eyes spotted her Mistress and forced Tahariel to do the same, pushing him from behind on his knees. His hands were freed previously, for he had proven to be quite the perfect prisoner, almost annoyingly so. <br><br>“Sit on my throne” the Queen ordered her guardian beast, forcing a loud gasp from Erato, similar to a huff of anger and bewilderment. No one had sat there except for the Queen (at least not in her presence if we don’t take into account Callisto’s tricks). She had ignored Tahariel, although he was the sole reason for her presence here and for her next orders.<br><br>“Suzafan, summon Callisto and my General right away. Also call upon Caliko and have her bring the other prisoners.” As soon as M’Gul followed her order, she sat on his lap, leaning against his chest. Suzafan bowed again and left Tahariel in the middle of the room, not before turning herself and him to face the throne. <br><br>As soon as the short haired demoness was out to carry her tasks, the Queen asked Erato to chain La’cael’rah. She had done so, taking the golden chain adorning the Queen’s throne and collaring the fae.<br><br>The Mistress gazed into La’cael’rah’s wide eyes and without words she had told him that this was because he needed a lesson. Not following her orders from the first try was definitely calling for one.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 02:29:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tahariel</span></strong></div><br>His knees hit the floor of the Throne Room with a soft thud which brought a faint grunt from his throat and a wince of pain.&nbsp; He fell forward onto his hands in something of a prostrated position before the Queen of the Second Layer of Hell.&nbsp; Despite his hands being freed some time ago his wings remained bound, straps of leather held them closed, not tightly enough to be painful, but certainly enough to cause him great discomfort.&nbsp; As if in shame of their condition he kept them pressed close to his back.<br><br>The nude angel slid back into a kneeling position placing his hands on his bare thighs, keeping his head bowed.&nbsp; He was an "ideal" prisoner insofar as he obeyed most of the commands his captors gave him, though he resisted any efforts made to break his spirit or somehow humiliate him.&nbsp; His almost naive sense of honestly and hope gave him a kind of spiritual armor against this place--though the plane of lust had other effects upon him that his slightly stiff member revealed to the succubi.<br><br>"An interesting throne, does he always follow you around?" he addressed the Queen after Suzafan left, perhaps unwisely, referring to the large beast that carried her and now served as her seat.&nbsp; His cerulean eyes looked up, though his head remained slightly bowed.
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 19:15:59</strong>
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				<strong> <em>The Angel</em> Nathanael, <em>approaching the entrance to Hell</em>: </strong><br>&nbsp;<br>(http://www.mnartists.org/uploads/users/user_12853/1c12d5db68e6318a35946fd0aee9b7f0/1c12d5db68e6318a35946fd0aee9b7f0.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<br><em>Chihuahuas.</em>&nbsp; Nathanael chuckled to himself and permitted a little smile to adorn his otherwise stern, emotionless countenance.&nbsp; He'd spent centuries trying to understand humans and their world, and as he approached the Gates of Hell, surrounded by lesser demons gathered about him, the image popped into his mind.&nbsp; Noisy, annoying little dogs nipping at ones heels, yet presenting no threat.&nbsp; Chihuahuas.<br>&nbsp;<br>This would be his first time to enter.&nbsp; Other than a few select Archangels, it was rare for any angel to come this close to the Gates of Hell, much less enter, yet he had been sent on this assignment:&nbsp; Secure the release of an angel who had been captured and dragged to this cursed place.&nbsp; It was simply against the rules - rules even the Devil and his "angels" had to follow.&nbsp; The last time something like this happened and the Forces of Righteousness didn't act quickly enough, it brought on that period of human history known as the Dark Ages.&nbsp; And they hadn't even taken the captives through the gate.<br>&nbsp;<br>This was an important mission indeed, and potentially a dangerous one.&nbsp; Any demon (or band of demons, most likely) brash enough to capture an angel and bring it here was prone to do most anything to upset the delicate balance of power.&nbsp; The sin of Pride was the last thing on Nathanael's mind now.&nbsp; He was in full warrior mode, a spring under tension ready for its full fury to be released.&nbsp; He hoped it wouldn't come to that.&nbsp; He had been chosen not only for his martial skills (after all, what warrior angel doesn't possess similar skills?) but also for his restraint.&nbsp; The powers that be in Heaven didn't want to escalate the situation, and he was pretty sure the Demon Lord himself didn't, either.&nbsp; He wondered if Lucifer even knew some of his underlings had captured an angel.<br>&nbsp;<br>By the time he reached the Gates, there must have been a thousand demons surrounding him ... jabbing at him with weapons but not touching ... blocking his path only to move at the last moment.&nbsp; Nathanael never varied his stride.&nbsp; He knew they would move.&nbsp; In another setting he and his sword would be covered in demon blood, but they knew not to attack a messenger on a mission such as this.&nbsp; The only other thing they could do is hiss and hurl curses at him.&nbsp; Chihuahuas.&nbsp; Annoying little creatures the world would be better off without.<br><br><strong>"STATE YOUR BUSINESS, <em>ANGEL</em>"</strong>&nbsp; The one who appeared to be in charge at the Gate spat out the word <em>angel</em> as if it were a bad thing.<br><br>"You know my business, Dantalion.&nbsp; Where was he taken?"<br><br>Now it was the Demon-General's turn to smile.&nbsp; He had to let the Angel enter, that was a rule.&nbsp; He didn't have to help him find Tahariel.&nbsp; His mood turned more cavalier, almost flippant.&nbsp; "I don't know, why don't you try the Ninth Level.&nbsp; That's where most of our ... <em>prideful</em> ... customers go."<br><br>With that, the lesser demons began to laugh and taunt him about his innermost fear:&nbsp; Giving in to the sin of pride.&nbsp; After all, he did have a lot to be proud of.<br><br>"Enough of this...." he mumbled to himself, then shouted:&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"~YAHWEH~"</strong></span><br><br>On shouting the most Holiest of Names, the demons immediately cowered away from him -- most covering their ears, some screaming, some throwing up -- a couple even went into convulsions.&nbsp; He wasn't supposed to evoke the name on a mission like this, it could be seen as an attempt to provoke the demons to attack.&nbsp; Still, he reasoned since he had not yet stepped through the gate, he could&nbsp; justify his actions.<br><br>The Name had even caused the notorious Demon-General to flinch and step aside.&nbsp; On seeing this, Nathanael stepped past him, resisting the urge to make a snide remark, and into a place angels <em>literally</em> feared to tread.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 22:43:40</strong>
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				Tristan didn't understand how he got into being chained again by the neck, being dragged through the halls by what he could only describe as an imp like creature.<br>his session with the busty beauty with the snake like eyes and tongue had ended before it could end. he had been on the threshold of cumming when suddenly it felt like something had whacked him on the back of his head, when he came too he had been dressed back in his clothing and was once again being pulled along like some kind of pet!<br><br>Eventually he found himself put to a sudden stop, looking around he almost groaned loudly, this room was very similar to the one he had first arrived in; dim red light, pillars that looked to be falling apart and round in its shape, there seemed to be no chains on the floor to this room however, a fact that Tristan was rather happy about.<br><br>the room already had several occupants one of which made Tristan gasp, was that a Minotaur? as in the creature from Greek Mythology? he swore if it weren't for the fact that the snake woman who had captured him was already helping him adjust to all the oddness, he would have fainted just from seeing the bull like creature "what the hell have i gotten involved in?" he gasped to himself. All the others in the room seemed to be out of this world...... well out of his world at least, by all imaginings it seemed he was the odd one out here.<br><br>with all the Adrenaline from his earlier encounter gone Tristan finally felt the pain from his injuries, both the women who had cut him seemed to have made it deep enough for him to be bleeding, slowly droplets of the red liquid fell to the floor however when they hit they sizzled until they were gone. Tristan's brow furrowed in confusion, his blood had never done that before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kimera</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 23:26:53</strong>
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				How long has it been since I last entered these halls, the dark haired woman thought to herself. Scylla, as so many send by the Queen in search of the 'perfect' male, had been plaguing the mortal seas. Hundreds of shipwrecks and people gone missing at sea could be contributed to her and her alone. She more then happily watched the life been squeezed out of their bodies as she dragged them to the cold crushing darkness of the ocean. Those she deemed worthy enough were given the honor to receive her poison, turning them into bloated mockeries of their former selves.<br><br>Seated on a crudely carved disk of obsidian rock, she was carried to her destination. Underneath this massive stone, hundreds of twisted beings tried to carry the massive weight. Scylla had not an ounce of pity for the miserable creatures she had claimed, forever to serve her and carry her throne. <br><br>The gates of the throne room were opened once more and a small impish demon appeared to announce that The Vengeful One had returned from. The first thing that came through was a massive black tentacle, wrapping itself around the unlucky imp as it was then dragged away screaming. Moments later did Scylla enter, still seated and carried by her slaves. Tearing flesh and breaking bone could be heard as the wolf heads were fighting over the remaining scraps of the imp.<br><br>Scylla overlooked the scene with her emotionless black pools as they approached the Queen on her throne and the mockery of a trial that was about to begin. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:05:28</strong>
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				He whined a bit as he was led on. Low, quiet, more bird-like than human, with its own strange, somber, musical quality. When the order to chain him comes, Erato ends up having a mild struggle on her hands; with her strength, it's really not much more than the Brownie flailing a bit, and whining in a particularly loud and disharmonious manner.<br><br>Once chained, however, he became quiet, and huddled against the back of the throne, trying to stay out of sight of everyone and everything. He felt vulnerable, and insecure, and that means it's time to hide; but the chain makes this rather difficult. Their were so many nice pillars, or even the ceiling that he could cling to; nice hiding places. But, it seemed, he'd have to settle for behind the throne. At least his whining has finally stopped. <br><br>The human might be quite confused by one oddity of the room; an invisible golden chain and collar which seemed to move about on its own. In truth, the Fae was in it, but he was doing his shy thing, where he went invisible. It was a reflexive action, he did it without even thinking of it; otherwise, he wouldn't bother, since demons could see through it. But, the human? His eyes alone would be fooled; so long as he stayed mostly-human, at any rate.
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 01:33:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://gallery.xcave.net/images/comics/chaos/purgatori/purgatori_GoddessRising04_08.jpg)</div><br><br>The satisfied shrieks and animalistic howls mingled and careened off the Halls of the Second Layer, surely reaching even the ears of those gathering in the Throne Room. And when those sounds faded away, the silence that was left behind was almost palpable. What was occurring now? Had the Demon General slain her newest acquisition? Would she be bringing him before the Queen dead or alive?<br><br>Neither.<br><br>The Lycan had exploded within her, his massive arms encircling her almost lovingly as his cock had pumped his thick seed deep inside her. His release had brought her own, and fiercely. She had bucked atop his lap, feeling his muzzle against her shoulder, her neck, his slick tongue slathering her with the Beasts version of kisses. Sakkara had met her match, and the Lycan was hers, utterly and completely. This was evident io<br>n the way the mighty Wolf practically melted amongst the furs of her bedding, collapsing in satiated satisfaction, his tongue lolling free from his snout and sleep taking him over. She was not sure if the man, if Bryce would come to the fore now that the Lycan had had his fill, but she knew it didn't matter. There was no way in all the layers of Hell she would be presenting this prize to the Queen as a gift. <br><br>Pulling herself to stand, her wings would snap open, arms lifting above her as she stretched with a delighted purr, hands easing over crimson flesh slowly. Onyx hues again fell upon her Beast, and the hint of a smile curled the corner of black lips. Sensuous steps would be taken out of the pit that was her bed, an imp scrambling from seemingly out of nowhere to assist the Demoness in donning her normal leather attire. Long fingers would comb through her thick raven mane and she would be ready to meet with the Queen. Heeled boots would click upon stone as she exited her quarters, leaving Bryce behind, knowing full well that doing so was not an issue. Even if he decided to leave her room once he woke, whether as Beast or as Bryce, he was linked completely with her now, and her Blood magic would draw him to her instantly.<br><br>Sure, confident strides carried her down the Halls, already very aware that the Queen had sent for her. She'd heard the words from the Shadows that were hers to control. Black eyes captured the sight of Suzafan heading in her direction, and a smirk worked across plump lips, a snarl flowing past sharp fangs. With a sniff of derision Sakkara stepped within the nearest pool of Shadow, sinking down into its depths...<br><br>.. totally bypassing Suzafan and reappearing within the Throne Room. The crimson Demoness would rise from the Darkness, seeming to appear from a pool of ink as the Shadows dripped from her red flesh, finally stepping forth in all her statuesque glory. Her wings would drift open wide from her back only to slowly settle again as her fathomless gaze swept the room. Stoic was the hungry beauty of her visage, taking stock of all gathered, from the Queens pets, to the Angel on his knees before the Throne, to the fact that even the Bitch of the Sea had been called to witness. <br><br>Sakkara did not go to the Throne, did not take a knee before the Queen. Unless she was ordered to come forth, Sakkara would remain within the Shadows, well aware that the Queen would know of her presence. Besides, though all would think that the Demon General was there to witness at the trial of the Angel, as ordered by the Queen, Sakkara had her own agenda...<br><br>… and Lo... the Queen looked so very weak...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kristen</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 05:04:12</strong>
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				Swords clashed, screams of horror, grunts of hopelessness and frustration filled the air. Raiders found great success striking at caravans and in the absence of a full on war, it was in events such as these that Callisto found herself obtaining energy. Reckless, yet brave... (even if stupid) men constantly targeted the Eastern Asian planes from horseback. Horse archers had revolutionized the way wars were fought a great deal of time ago, but in some areas of the world, primitive warfare was still the status quo.<br><br>In the early evening, a raid of a wealthy caravan headed westward was initiated, and though not technically a 'leader'... Callisto rode with them. These were fast battles... if you could call them battles at all. The men were often swiftly massacred, the wealth stolen, but even more so... the women and children were taken as prisoners. The women were spoils meant to be enjoyed before sold off and discarded. The children themselves often fetched a high price in different slave markets. <br><br>It was in this post-battle euphoria of lust and excitement that the conquering horde helped themselves to the women of the men they'd killed. Rape and abuse was rampant, and to a succubus like Callisto, the energy given off by the debauchery which followed provided astounding energy. This caravan was large, promise and potential were potent and soon the fighting, which was expected to be very short lived was underway. A good number of riders enjoyed striking from a distance with their arrows, mounted on their steeds, other's preferred the more visceral sensation of killing their enemy up close and personal. <br><br>Callisto herself often took her own immortality for granted and enjoyed the exchange of blades with victims of her own. Now was such a time... men fell beneath her blade, though only a fraction of what was happening around her was due to her directly. You could always tell when the fighting was beginning to die down. Cries of panic and stifling fear replaced the hollering yells of anger and desperation to fight. The cries of the wounded, the painful torment that filled the air was a potent display of balance shifting in favour of the attackers until soon <em>... you could hear their laughter.</em><br><br>Attackers laughing... taunting... a display that the intensity of battle was over and they were allowing themselves the indulgence of poking, prodding and helping themselves to the spoils of war, be they wounded victims themselves or the quivering fearful family members who were unable to fight themselves; and now found themselves exposed and vulnerable.<br><br>Callisto's lips grinned as she exchanged swiping blows with her latest target, at the beginning, there was some organization, but when the fighting intensifies, it really becomes every man for themselves and very soon, it's simply a matter of time before the attackers find less and less victims to engage. Soon... the level of noise decreases, the resisting fighters fall like flies, obstinate and loud as they are, there is no way <span class="bbc_u">not</span> to notice the reduction in their numbers. At times such as this, the attackers become more sporting... more playful in their attacks, it's less lethal and less 'intense'. It becomes a mockery during the process of 'finishing off' the final resisting men. A series of cuts, swift yet deliberate, non-critical blows... Callisto enjoyed toying with her latest prey. <br><br><strong><em>Callisto...</em></strong><br><br>She didn't pause at first, another series of exchanges with her prey finally brought him to such a level of desperation that continuing to lift his arm resulted in painful strain. Angry grunts became groans of frustration and a pitiful sight replaced the once proud man fighting to defend what Callisto assumed were his wife and kids somewhere in the caravan.<br><br><em><strong>Callisto... I will be requiring your presence.</strong></em> This time she had to pause...<br><br>The voice... she'd recognize it anywhere. Her horse was ground to a halt as she glanced left, then right. Lucifer's voice was not one to be forgotten anytime soon. He was was renowned for his own playful indulgence and shape shifting with consistency gave him a variety of voices and appearances in person, but when not present, Lucifer's voice was often dark... subtle, hard to define and yet, any demon he'd ever communicated with would know his voice upon hearing it.<br><br><em>"Now?"</em> she couldn't help but murmur slowly. Her eyes glanced around... the men were now moving methodically through the disorganized caravan corralling the women and children, beginning to divide them and very soon... would be transporting them to where they would camp for the night. That night... oh the lust and the need of these soldiers to bury themselves inside of a woman, any woman... <em>many women even...</em> would be quite forceful. <br><br><em><strong>"Now."</strong></em><br><br>(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6600000/callisto-callisto-6674734-1024-1286.jpg?1355112917188)<br><br><em>"I'm just... not exactly dressed for..."</em> A flickering spark began at her feet, her eyes dimming, her teeth clenching in frustration as her ankles and knees were engulfed in flame. She had no time even to finish off the man she was fighting... tormenting... her body engulfed in flame was there one moment, then gone in the blink of an eye. <br><br><em>"... Western Civilization."</em> she finished her thought as the swiftness of her transport made her shake her head. Pine trees, the smell of iron and wood was replaced by a scented office, her eyes were immediately drawn to the doorway which was shut and, instinctively... her head began to bow slowly in direct response to his vocal tone ushering his version of a welcome.<br><br><strong><em>"So glad you could take time out of your... busy schedule to drop by."</em></strong>&nbsp; <br><br>(http://cdn.ifanboy.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/IM_Tony-Stark.jpg)<br><br><em>"Of course My Lord."</em> his sarcasm was highlighted by a lone risen eyebrow and contrasted her genuine tone which... for someone as playful as Callisto seemed relatively out of place. <br><br><strong><em>"You realize the world ... <span class="bbc_u">has</span> evolved somewhat yes? This-... sword and shield doesn't strike you as ... primitive?"</em></strong><br><br>Callisto let her head rise, tilting ever so slightly to the side. Yes he was the Lord of the underworld... Lucifer himself... but technically he had asked her a question and so <em>technically</em> an honest answer couldn't be held against her.<br><br><em>"Some things are just a little more amusing up close. Wouldn't you agree?"</em> she uttered, passing her thumb and index finger up along both smooth ends of her blade before the fingers met at the pointy top. She then proceeded to place the tip of the blade into the sheeth before sliding it securely inside, effectively putting the blade away.<br><br><em>"A little more... fun."</em><br><br><strong><em>"Theatricality over efficiency. I've always found that amusing about you."</em></strong> Lucifer uttered with a half-chuckle, implying an internal debate as to whether or not that was a good thing or not.<br><br><em>"Have you ever looked into the eyes of a woman who lost her husband to a bomb? Even due to your... pushing of a button halfway across the world...?"</em><br><br><strong><em>"Absolutely."</em></strong><br><br>Callisto glanced down at the floor, her feet bringing her slowly towards him, around the desk approaching him with her own coyly risen eyebrow.<br><br><em>"I've looked into the eyes of women who've watched me kill their husbands..."</em> she spoke slowly... romancing the motion as though she were creating a painting for him to consider. Her fingers reached out, delicately feathering over the buttons of his formal attire. Again... the contrast of her armour and his official suit provided them both with the context of how she was 'out of place' in this particular venue, but it seemed to accentuate her point fairly well.<br><br><em>"... and there's an anger... an intensity... a rage that they cannot conceal when their own eyes witness you personally choking the life out of their loved one. When they witness you personally penetrating the delicate flesh of the love of their life and ending their fragile lives. I would... I would miss the ... <span class="bbc_u">intensity</span> if they were somehow able to blame a bomb... or some piece of equipment out there... for the death that affects them so."</em> <br><br>Lucifer couldn't help but smile, shaking his head, acknowledging that in a position of authority, efficiency is a must. Sometimes that necessity truly can get in the way of letting yourself indulge. <br><br><em><strong>"As entertaining as this is... I brought you here because something has to be done about the second layer."</strong></em> <br><br>At this... Callisto found herself almost cringing. It was almost as though she were caught in a growing fight between mother and father. Her queen was just that... her queen. Lucifer... well... he was the Lord of the underworld. <br><br><strong><em>"Would you know what I'm talking about?"</em></strong><br><br><em>"Well... it's ... as you know... a busy place. You could be referring to anything."</em> She couldn't help but glance away, taking a step towards his book shelf as she spoke. Something about being in Lucifer's presence simply produced anxiety. <br><br><strong><em>"The rumours floating around... it's enough to ... well... it's beyond the point of ignoring. You understand."</em></strong><br><br>Callisto glanced at him... a nod was all she could afford. She couldn't tell if by him saying 'you understand' he was calling her out on her refusal to volunteer further information or if he was just exercising an expression. One thing was for sure... he was going to be visiting the second level very soon... and part of her felt that she was elected to send the message to the Queen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 20:49:08</strong>
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				<strong>The Throne Room</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Her grey eyes shifted from the fae’s handsome features to gaze at Tahariel, finally acknowledging his presence. A thorn in the flesh, a pebble in her shoes (if she’d ever wear any).<br>“Erato” She addressed her General “There should be someone else standing in his place by now.” Her voice sounded like the wind passing through the willows, an intense whisper that echoed strangely alluring to anyone present in the room.<br><br>If she could only wish him out of existence… but the fact remained that a Celestial was there and as her prisoner nonetheless. In any other day, in any other situation she’d gladly pass judgement, even with the presence of her council. This time however it had to be done in secret, as much as it was possible for the second layer where gossip held a special place amongst other hellish virtues.<br><br>&nbsp;The pale mistress had no idea what a foolish attempt this would prove to be. Erato purposely failed to inform her about Belphegor’s presence in their realm, a demoness who was sent by the Demon Lord to investigate if the rumors were true. In any way you’d have it, Erato honestly believed that what she was doing was, in fact, for the glory of her mistress And all this while, ignoring the only being of importance that ever entered her circle, the Queen had to make use of her powers prior to the main event of the day …just for fun. <br><br>She wasn’t eager to hear what the Celestial had to say, nor did she wish for a tedious trial. In fact the only thing she could think of at that moment was the unforseen, increasing weakness taking over her body and M’Gul’s seed as a mean to diffuse it. It would have happened too, if Erato wouldn’t have interrupted them. Cursed be her obsessive loyalty. <br><br>“There will be, my Queen” the purple skinned succubus replied sternly, confident in her words, as she was standing to the right of the throne, facing the entrance. She had been assigned with the seemingly difficult task of searching for the only demon foolish enough to clubber an angel and take him prisoner. A task Erato casually ignored, settling for a brawl with Belphegor instead.&nbsp; <br>The twin doors were spread to the side once more and a most unlucky imp announced Scylla’s return from the voyage. What magnificent and deadly beauty she possessed in the eyes of her Queen, who had the pleasure of that exotic presence so rarely. The Mistress’excitement soon faded away upon realizing that the aquatic demoness has returned empty-handed. Why was everyone set on making her angry up to this point? <br><br>And so it began, the ones called upon entering the hall one by one or in small groups. Sakkara emerged from the shadows like an ominous figure of death, waiting silently for further orders. She was powerful, yes. More than the Queen wanted to make use of. Where was her prisoner? Had her orders not been clear? And then the pale beauty remembered there was someone else missing. Someone of great importance to her. Soon…as soon as all of this will be over. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Some of you saw fit to bring me humans…” she finally said when the last of her Court members, the erratic Suzafan, closed the doors behind her, sealing them shut. Callisto was late, but then again when was she ever there when summoned? A trickster who dwelt on Earth with humans of the past, favoring their company instead of her kind. Despite all of that, the Queen valued this particular female demon and her unique motivational pattern.<br><br>“….others a male specimen from the fae kind …” <br><br>She could hear La’cael’rah’s shallow breathing from behind the throne, assuming he went into hiding again, surely intimidated by the crowd. <br><br>&nbsp;“….and one of your sisters even went out of her way to capture an Overseer of the Third Layer.” It was then she felt M’Gul’s huge member twitching underneath his fur, as a response to the calling of his master’s title.<br><br>“I am pleased with all of your efforts..” she continued, her voice reverberating in each of their ears as if she was standing right beside them. “I truly am, my loved ones.” She seemed to regain her natural composure, looking ready to award each of them with endless gratitude. “Each of you shall receive their rightful place and heart’s desire, I will see to it as promised.” <br><br>Leaned against her beast guardian in a straight manner, she could easily search the features of her followers and their respective prisoners. One of the humans was left unattended, surrounded only by imps. He was Caliko’s prey. She was absent. <br><br>“Still…” she paused, knowing that each of them already had an idea of what she wanted to ask. They had Tahariel kneeled and bound before them, without having anyone beside him as accustomed for a demon and her prey. Even those who heard the rumors were staring intensely at his frame, some with interest, others with contempt and not a few, surprisingly, with sheer desire. <br><br>“…whoever brought this Celestial into my realm must take responsibility for such an action.“ <br><br>Silence. The sound of their breaths filled with devilish anticipation. No one moved. And then, Erato strode forth with her large pace, holding her whip proudly and placed her hand on top of Tahariel’s head.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 21:23:18</strong>
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				<strong>Nathanael, entering through the Gates of Hell</strong><br><br>---------<br><br>Hell had a stench like no other.&nbsp; No, it wasn't just the brimstone, it was the stench of evil.&nbsp; The stench of demons.&nbsp; Most demons carried the scent, which made the angels' job easier.&nbsp; The scent warned angels of the presence of demons, be it in demons laying in wait for an ambush, or demons trying to inhabit an area, or demons trying to evade detection while being tracked.&nbsp; The purer the subject, the more noticeable the scent.&nbsp; That's why angels were most likely to detect it, along with young children, family pets, and the occasional devout human adult.&nbsp; Evil people probably didn't notice it at all -- not the residual scent the average demon carried.&nbsp; The stench of evil in Hell, though, was surely noticed by anyone passing through the gates.<br><br>There were exceptions to the rule of the stinky demons, though.&nbsp; The occasional demon who - for whatever reason - failed to carry the scent.&nbsp; This one trait made them particularly valuable to the Dark Prince, the Evil Overlord who chose to reign in Hell rather than serve in Heaven.&nbsp; These were demons who could ambush a lone messenger without warning, who could strike at an assembly of celestial beings then disappear without a trace.&nbsp; Many of them were assimilated into the human world to spread hate and discontent -- usually disguising themselves as journalists or politicians, but occasionally as one of the common people.&nbsp; A few of them have even successfully infiltrated churches.<br><br>Then there were the incubi and succubi.&nbsp; The very nature of their existence dictated they not carry the scent, for it would be difficult to mate with most humans if even the slightest residue of the stench were present.&nbsp; On the contrary, many who had actually encountered them reported they had a nice, pleasant smell.&nbsp; Nathanael, who had never been close to one, had a hard time believing something as evil as a Succubus could smell nice.&nbsp; <br><br>And now Nathanael had to try to track something pure through this abyss of stench.&nbsp; He wondered if it would be anything like tracking something evil through a pristine environment.&nbsp; He quickly concluded it wasn't, for as soon as he passed the gates, he could detect no sign of the angel's passing, even though this was (to his knowledge) the only passage leading into Hell.<br><br>He knew just enough about this place from those who had been here before - Archangels selected for conferences with the Dark Prince - to understand the nature of the different "levels" of Hell.&nbsp; He knew the deeper he descended, the worse things would be, and that since one angel had already been captured -- well, he didn't want to think about the worst case scenario.&nbsp; Hopefully he would simply find Tahariel unharmed, demand his release, and the demons would fear retribution enough (from their own master if not his) to let him go.&nbsp; Demons were awefully shortsighted like that, which is what led to their Fall From Grace in the first place. <br><br>The lone rocky dark stairwell led down from the gates to the first level - <em>Limbo</em>.&nbsp; Though the aforementioned stench of Hell was detectable to a holy being such as Nathanael, he was aware it might not be noticeable to those poor tortured souls on the First Level, since it got worse the deeper one went.&nbsp; The "punishment" of Limbo was, after all, not so much torment from demons, but separation from the Glory of God.&nbsp; For Nathanael that seemed a horrible enough fate, but then as an angel he had never been outside God's glory.&nbsp; These poor souls may not suffer as much as the ones condemned to the lower levels, but they would be missing out on the greatest thing of all.<br><br>Nathanael paused at the entrance, certain that if a holy being like Tahariel was present, there would be a glow, an aura, to mark his presence.&nbsp; There was no glow.&nbsp; &nbsp;No aura.&nbsp; He contemplated whether he needed to enter and look around, or continue on to search the deeper levels.<br><br>--------<br><br>(Edited to correct canonical errors - Limbo vs Purgatory)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 01:28:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tahariel</span></strong></div><br>He remained calm and collected as the throne room around him moved.&nbsp; It was almost as if he were meditating to ignore the other presences and stimuli he received.&nbsp; Still, with every new demonic arrival a faint tingle ran down his spine, giving him faint goosebumps only briefly.&nbsp; It wasn't fear, it was just a simple acknowledgement of the presence of another corrupted being.&nbsp; The fear he did feel was somewhere deep within, a fear that those brief caresses of corrupted presence against his flesh might somehow seep inside of him and pervert his nature in some way.&nbsp; He knew it was possible, and he knew the longer he stayed here the more likely it would become.<br><br>His eyes shifted from time to time when able to get a look at the other demons who arrived.&nbsp; Their forms were as diverse as they were strangely beautiful, though it was a beauty borne of raw sexuality and desire.&nbsp; Their form was lust, and given enough time they could draw it out of anyone--or so he thought.&nbsp; He knew none of them would directly address him so he remained silent, quietly observing the proceedings around him.&nbsp; It seemed that the Queen was receiving her gifts, and that they meant to make him one of those gifts, though the one responsible for his capture had not stepped forward to boast over him.<br><br>He watched as the shapely, purple legs of Erato moved in his direction, only to pivot next to him and place a hand on his head.&nbsp; At the touch his bound wings twitched uncomfortably.&nbsp; Was he being claimed by this succubus?&nbsp; He didn't know, but he remained seated just the same, waiting to see what would become of him.&nbsp; His eyes shifted around the room slowly, wondering what the reaction of the others would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kristen</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 18:05:10</strong>
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				(http://cdn02.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2009/03/robert-downey-jr-mens-vogue.jpg)<br><br><em>"So... if you'll forgive me, I'm just not getting... you know... what I can do about it."</em> The discussion between Callisto and Lucifer continued. She had a suspicion, but it was absolutely ridiculous to give it a voice. Lucifer sat at his desk, his palms hovering over a series of sheets in a binder before taking out the top 3 and closing it to reveal the binder's label of Military Contract proposals. <br><br><strong><em>"Well I've been a little too busy to drop by lately."</em></strong> Lucifer stated, his eyes not really returning to Callisto by this point. Instead, multi-tasking, he engaged in his conversation with her while studying the contents of the proposal in his hand.<br><br><em>"I would imagine."</em> Callisto stated glancing to the left, two empty chairs began to call to her but in all honesty, she felt it would be a little presumptuous just to begin sitting down. Anyone else... and she certainly would... but this was Lucifer. <br><br>Silence... Lucifer's eyes continued to gaze at the sheet, shifting from left to right time and time again reading further down the page.<br><br><strong><em>"Mm-hmm..."</em></strong> As he mumbled quietly, Callisto's eyes were brought back to him, having been drawn to the right by the book shelf in his office. His mumbled sound could have been to her commentary or could have been to something he was reading, she couldn't know.<br><br><em>"-... I guess all you can do is deal with it when you have time to drop in... hey?"</em> More silence, a small huff as Lucifer's response was a casual nod. <br><br><strong><em>"You're certainly right. It's not that it's a hard problem to deal with. It's just... being there to deal with it."</em></strong><br><br><em>"I see... right place at the right time sorta thing?"</em> Callisto's weight now constantly began shifting from one leg to the other, her feet gradually supporting her shifting centre.<br><br><strong><em>"Exactly."</em></strong><br><br>And then there was silence for what had to be another dozen seconds, but Callisto couldn't help but feel those seconds passing so slowly. She had been on horseback earlier today, but for the past while she had been on foot fighting, traversing over rocky regions not necessarily catering to horses and now... she felt teased, truly teased by the vacant chairs in the office. The fact that Lucifer was settled in nicely to his own seat didn't help her much.<br><br><em>"Well... you don't really have a hard time finding someone when you put your mind to it, I'm sure everything'll be fine."</em> a small throbbing pain could be felt shooting up her calves and the result was her need to bend the right leg almost instantly. It was more of an ache than any real long lasting pain and as soon as it came, it was gone. Soon she looked like a runner stretching just before a race in his office. Her right leg bent slightly, relieving the pressure on it as her left leg supported her body weight and her cringe went, seemingly unnoticed by the comfortably seated devil who continued scanning the sheet in his hands.<br><br><strong><em>"Finding them isn't the problem."</em></strong> For the first time, Callisto was a little slow catching onto the fact that Lucifer's remark was hinting at another problem. A small burning sensation had gradually built up on her left foot and realizing that something as simple as standing on it while flexing her right leg was causing that foot to hurt too. There was a temporary relief of pain as she shifted her weight once more onto her right foot, a small ache bringing a reminder of the brief shooting pain she had just felt seconds ago. <br><br>(http://i475.photobucket.com/albums/rr116/eralupus/callisto_16.jpg)<br><br><em>It was the feeling you got when taking a step immediately after settling down a pulled muscle. There's an uncontrollable tiny shake that always seems to threaten to release another shooting pain through that muscle.</em><br><br>She took a few steps towards one of the vacant seats, her left hand resting on the top of the chair as her pace brought her close to sitting into it. <br><br><em>So close, and yet...</em><br><br><strong><em>"-... On the bookshelf, 3rd row, 7th book from the left; should be titled 'Geronimo Guantanamo'.</em></strong> He looked up this time... <em>finally</em>... but not to her. No... he glanced up at the book shelf as though to confirm his best guess at where the book should be. Everything else about his tone and body language... merged with the absolute <em>lack</em> of movement to get it himself indicated he wanted her to hand it to him. This was almost too harsh to be a coincidence.<br><br><em>"I... sure."</em> she uttered, voice still somewhat chipper. After all... she couldn't exactly prove that he had anything to do with this feeling in her legs and feet. She did move to the book shelf, finding the work he had quite accurately labelled and turned around bringing herself back to the front of his desk. <br><br>Her angle of approach now designed to make it so much easier to simply step back and take a seat after she'd place the book on the desk. As she tried however... his voice interrupted her again. Casual... matter-of-factual... <br><br><em><strong>"Italian leather... the chairs."</strong></em> he uttered, his eyes again roaming the paper in front of him before placing it on the desk to the left of the folder. She froze in her tracks, looking to make a read on the remark. What an odd thing to say. <br><br><em>"They must be... comfortable."</em> her wording came out slow... a lone eyebrow risen herself, eyes darting left to right with the awkward silence that followed as though she was trying to guage whether or not he was inviting her to sit down or telling her not to.<br><br><strong><em>"Well... I like to think so."</em></strong> he quipped, his eyes meeting hers again for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. A snide grin representing the stating of the obvious. <br><br>She slowly let her hand caress the fabric, letting the implication linger quite vividly that she was curious as to how sitting in it would feel. It wasn't that she'd never sat in a chair before but by now, she'd have been invited to take a seat. What's more... something had been nagging at her legs almost ever since she'd been summoned in here.<br><br>Before she could take a seat, once again, she was interrupted by another of Lucifer's remarks. <br><br><strong><em>"They have a nasty habit of retaining a smell... I find."</em></strong> It was an honest remark, really just an implication of his own. He wasn't exactly denying her the right to sit down... still... somehow it just didn't feel right. <br><br><em>Oh-... this was ridiculous!</em><br><br>If she wasn't suspecting it before, she certainly was now. He had a way of pranking people himself and one of those ways included simply letting one of his sentences be interrupted, silence hanging while he watched you. Everything coming to a halt making you wonder if you did something wrong. In this case, the silence immediately after his latest remark froze her from sitting in the chair came with a great degree of awkwardness. If she sat down anyway, she could feel the presumptuous nature of her own action drawing that gaze from Lucifer.<br><br>If she didn't sit down... she had to step away from the chair, lest she garner that anticipated gaze for being frozen in mid-action. Somehow... Lucifer had created an environment in the office where she felt like she was walking on egg shells. And that was almost meant literally, her feet burned no small bit, her legs ached from small shooting pains, Lucifer was talking to her consistently, but not constantly. It almost seemed like her being here while Lucifer went over his documents was a small punishment.<br><br><em>... and the empty chairs beckoning to her to take a load off were the final touch.</em><br><br>It was as though you were a first time guest at someone's house, not 'your' friend, but a friend of a friend. You couldn't just bring yourself to sit down anywhere on their furniture without an invitation to do so and quite often, in turn... it was socially expected that they would offer you said invitation.<br><br><em>"So... what... uh... what is the problem then?"</em> She settled on taking a knee, her fingers going to work adjusting her armoured sandal footwear. <br><br><strong><em>"Problem?"</em></strong> Lucifer's voice finished in just enough uptone that the lone word was sounded as a question and not a mere repetition of something he understood from her communication.<br><br><em>"Yeah, finding them isn't the problem..."</em> Callisto repeated briefly, realizing now how much it was taking to keep decorum. Almost spitefully she just wanted to flop down into the chair, failing that, she looked for a way to be excused from the office... and her best hope of that seemed to be to finish this meeting with Lucifer.<br><br><em>Sadly... he seemed to be in no rush to end it. This was just far too strange to be coincidental.</em><br><br><strong><em>"Oh... right. Of course. Well, as you pointed out, I can find anyone. It's a matter of getting to them."</em></strong><br><br><em>"You can't..."</em> a small silent inhale longer than the others was absorbed as Callisto made her way back to her feet, her lips tightening with the occasional flinch as another small throbbing sensation ached in her left leg. <em>"... get to them?"</em><br><br><strong><em>"Well... they've made a small mess of the place and there are rules."</em></strong><br><br><em>"Rules?"</em><br><br><strong><em>"I'm sure you've been in a scenario where you could see something you wanted... smell it, feel it, approach it... and yet somehow, it just seems out of reach?"</em></strong><br><br>Callisto's head nodded, <em>"I totally know what that feels like..."</em> she said with a small cringe as she hissed an inhale at another shooting pain. For a moment, she was worried that she might be more of a distraction to Lucifer than anything else right now, an annoyance to him, but his absolute disregard for her cringing hiss made it all the harder to avoid the thought that he was behind this pain she was feeling.<br><br><em>Even if he was... what could she do about i?</em><br><br><strong><em>"Callisto you... look awful."</em></strong> he uttered finally, his eyes falling on her again, this time with the very same gaze she had come to expect from his playful antagonizing. He looked at her as though asking if she intended on being an inconvenience much longer. He summoned her... and she was fairly certain he was behind this pain she felt... but deniability was his game. It was something she was intimately familiar since she herself was a bit of a prankster. His eyes... his tone... the tilting of his head and his specific wording did everything to avoid admitting guilt and most importantly, he was in a position where she could never question him anyway.<br><br>This seemed like a rigged test. There was nothing she could do even though she was right about this suspicion. She was there... to be abused by him... and he didn't laugh about it, taunt her... nothing. <br><br><em><strong>"Why don't you have a seat."</strong></em><br><br><em>Why don't you have a seat.</em><br><br>... <em>Why don't you have a seat.</em><br><br>... ... ... <em>Why don't you have a seat.</em><br><br>The words seemed to echo in her mind for a brief moment. Pride didn't allow her to flounder into it like some fish that had been out of water for a lethal amount of time, no... she approached it, thanking him silently. It was as though it was not necessary to thank him if she interpreted his request as an order and not an 'offer'. Still... her acceptance was literally a thank you in and of itself as she could refuse it if she didn't want to. <br><br>Callisto's body sank into the comfortable large chair, it was as though heaven showered her body with comfort. Something so simple... so seemingly unimportant as the cool chair provided a dynamic contrast against the uncomfortable ache and heat she was feeling against her legs and feet. Now, as though all she needed was to take a load off all along, she couldn't feel the ache or pain whatsoever. <br><br><em>It removed any thought whatsoever that Lucifer wasn't behind the feelings she had been suffering. There was no way sitting down could make such a big difference within a few seconds.</em><br><br>Demons and other Hell Dwellers knew that Lucifer had a gift for illusions and deception, but sometimes he was all too theatrical. At the time of being engaged in his illusions, often varying in intensity... an illusion was enough to make you suffer your own personal hell. To you... an illusion generated by Lucifer could seem very real. In fact... the smaller the illusion, the more intense the feelings were.<br><br>It's one thing to generate a horribly large illusion where the mind immediately interprets it as some kind of dream. The best illusions... Lucifer found... were the ones that fed on what you were already used to. Illusions catering to what your mind was not on the 'defensive' in regards to. Making small changes in a scenario, tweaking your sense of touch, smell, sight, hearing, equilibrium and taste. <br><br><strong><em>"... An invitation makes all the difference in the world, doesn't it?"</em></strong> Lucifer didn't grin, but a warm smile caused Callisto's breathing to hitch in a silent chuckle. It was as though the chair she sat in did more to relax and sooth her aching body than she ever thought. It wasn't just relief from the pain, it was as though there was a cooling reversal. <br><br><em>Lucifer had been making a point.</em><br><br><em>"So it <span class="bbc_u">is</span> true. You need an invitation to be down there?"</em><br><br><strong><em>"To be fully present... yes."</em></strong><br><br><em>"... I guess that would explain a few things. There were always rumours about that but since people see you there anyway, I guess we just assumed..."</em><br><br><strong><em>"Well... the more demons that are present, the less vital an invitation is. Obviously..."</em></strong><br><br><em>"-... Obviously."</em> He could have been saying anything right now and Callisto would be agreeing, He could have had someone selling their soul to sit in this chair after the pain she had been feeling, yet unable to do anything about. <em>Damn was he ever good at what he did.</em><br><br><em>"And ... we're..."</em><br><br>It hit her just then and there... why this was a problem now that wouldn't have been one before.<br><br><em>"... a little light at the moment."</em> It was treading lightly, there was no way Callisto could speak ill of her queen, even instinctively, the words formulating the problem came out that they were 'light in the demon category' rather than 'and our queen sent most of our layer away'. It just wasn't in Callisto to blame the Queen for anything... <br><br><strong><em>"That... you are."</em></strong> Lucifer responded with a casual nod. <br><br><em>"So... if I can be so blunt as to ask... how can I help?"</em> Callisto stated, her neck twitching to the side, her eyes focusing by proxy, on the desk between them.<br><br><strong><em>"You can't begin to imagine the headache generated by this mess. Other demons have noticed... authorities in other levels have concerns. This isn't something that could stay secret for long. Whatever my Wi-... The Queen was thinking... emptying her level of that many demons is very short sighted."</em></strong><br><br>A pause as Callisto felt prodded to say something, but whereas focus had turned to the negative attribute's of the Queen's decision, she seemed to respectfully decline to speak on that matter. She couldn't argue with him, she couldn't state that he was wrong, but she also didn't hear what <span class="bbc_u">she</span> could do to help him.<br><br><strong><em>"... I mean, all those demons have to go somewhere!"</em></strong> Lucifer uttered with a chuckle, his hands spreading to the ceiling with an <em>"I-don't-know'</em> posture. <strong><em>"... It's not like nobody's going to notice a layer so greatly reduced. Much less notice that their own layers are being flooded by more demons than they've ever expected to have to handle. It's a headache for the other authorities and their... headaches become..."</em></strong><br><br>His wording came out sporadically, chuckling with a small shake of his head as he confided in Callisto.<br><br><em>"-... your headaches."</em> She finished his thought. The ruler of Hell wouldn't spend this long talking to her unless he was trying to guage a read or elicit a reaction and for her to not respond could be interpreted rather negatively.<br><br><strong><em>"Right... she's the Queen of that layer, everyone's watching it... but they can't march in and make her reverse it. And I've been ... as I said..."</em></strong><br><br><em>"Busy."</em> Callisto again finished his remark. Her understanding of his dilemma was much better now. <br><br><strong><em>"To reverse this mess, I need to be there. Really... be there. To be seen approaching the area and not able to enter the layer with enough power to fix it, well... it's just giving the head demons of the council ideas."</em></strong><br><br><em>"You can't..."</em> Callisto began again, taking a small second to analyze the best way to word her understanding of his problem.<br><br><em>"There aren't enough demons present that you can arrive uninvited... and you can't be seen trying to get in because then everyone will ask why you were unable to do it?"</em><br><br><strong><em>"Exactly..."</em></strong><br><br><em>"Hence... busy... with other things?"</em><br><br><strong><em>"Just so."</em></strong><br><br><em>"... But you can't be busy with other things forever. Eventually you'll have to be able to tell your generals that you've dealt with the problem."</em><br><br><strong><em>"... Which means actually <span class="bbc_u">dealing with the problem.</span></em></strong><br><br>A momentary pause. <br><br><em>"Dealing with the problem means being there fully... And in the absence of a satisfactory number of demons... being there fully means being invited by enough of us that are in there."</em><br><br><strong><em>"Right. The invitations of a majority of demons present, or... an invitation from the Queen herself."</em></strong><br><br>So this was where Callisto came in. <br><br><em>"And you want me to talk to her..."</em><br><br><strong><em>"Absolutely."</em></strong><br><br><em>"What am I supposed to say?"</em><br><br><strong><em>"You'll think of something. We can do this an easy way... or we can do it the hard way. The Queen... ambitious, fiery, and passionate as she is... cannot keep me out of there indefinitely. On some level, she has to know this. When I do come down there, I am going to turn this layer on it's head. I'm sure she'll make the right decision..."</em></strong><br><br>Callisto's eyes darted to the side, unable to really look at him as she interpreted the request as a desire to turn her into a Trojan horse. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... all she was going to do was be a messenger right? Wouldn't the Queen be offended anyway if Callisto knew about this and didn't say anything to her at all. <br><br><em>"Okay... I'll pass along the message."</em> she uttered with a nod before heat again piled around her feet. She glanced down... dancing flames nipping at her ankles, climbing her legs as she huffed, not angry or in shock, more annoyance than anything else. <br><br><em>Really? He was dismissing her forcibly himself?</em><br><br>The lights of the office blurred and darkness invaded her vision, small creaking light began to replace it as the scent of the second layer again filled her nostrils. She hated the fact that she was getting used to Lucifer summoning her at will and then sending her elsewhere on a whim. Teleportation was one thing when you were ready for it... and when she implemented it, it was very easy. It was another thing to feel that growing pang of nervousness when you had no idea where you were being sent because Lucifer himself was commandeering your ability and sending you somewhere he wanted you.<br><br>She took to her feet, brushing her legs off and patting down her armour as she glanced around taking a few seconds to recognize the area she was in. Voices could be heard in the distance and she could tell there was some kind of gathering. One foot in front of the other, she gradually approached the throne room, it was as though pain-free-walking were a gift from Lucifer himself after the feeling she had suffered in his office. <br><br>As she approached the entrance she noticed... <em>new faces.</em><br><br><em>Oh... just great. As if Lucifer wasn't irritated enough already.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 01:03:45</strong>
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				<strong>Entrance to Purgatory</strong><br><br>A flock of seagulls darted forth from the hollowed entrance, surrounding Nathanael in a hazy whirl of feathers and beaks. Their loud bird cries and flapping of the wings covered the lamentations and the loud wailings of the sinners dwelling within the first layer of hell, until finally the ruckus dimmed down and he was able to see what laid ahead once more. A refreshing sea scented breeze invaded his nostrils, masking the foul stench of demonhood. From the darkness a figure appeared, walking towards the warrior angel with the palms of its hands raised, facing upwards.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>It was a man dressed in a simple red garb, solemn and gentle in movement, having a pensive and melancholic expression on his features. The aquiline nose and the laurel wreath adorning his florentine hat made his identity easily recognizable, though if he really was the brilliant Italian poet Nathanael still had to see. <br><br>“Necessità 'l ci 'nduce, e non diletto.” <em>(Necessity brings him here, not pleasure.)</em> he said acknowledging the presence of a Celestial before him. <br><br>With one large gesture of the hand, he showed him that the way was open for him to take, if only he wished it so. Before Nathanael could take another step, the man spoke again: <br><br>"Battistrada con cura, la giustizia sempiterna la vista che riceve il vostro mondo, com' occhio per lo mare, entro s'interna;" <em>(Tread with care for the sight that is granted to your world penetrates within the Eternal Justice as the eye into the sea)</em><br><br>The shadows blocking the entrance to Purgatory dispersed at the wave of his hand and revealed the glory of what laid beyond. The warrior angel could clearly see the huge mountain atop an island in the middle of the ocean, from where all souls might just get another chance at Heaven. <br><br>"Che, ben che da la proda veggia il fondo, in pelago nol vede; e nondimeno èli, ma cela lui l'esser profondo.” <em>(though from the shore it sees the bottom, in the open sea it does not, and yet the bottom is there but the depth conceals it.)</em> Dante concluded and waited for him to decide whether he'd choose that path or not. <br><br><br><strong>The Throne Room</strong><br><br>“Erato. Explain.”&nbsp; <br><br>It was perhaps the third or fourth time that her Majesty called the Ambassador’s name that day. <br><br>“My Liege ….” the tall succubus spoke once again as she stepped to the side, facing the west wall for a position to give her the freedom to adress both her queen and the others without having to show her back to anyone.<br><br>“….and sisters. For how long have we called this foul place “home?” Ages…”&nbsp; her electric blue eyes began to fire up again <br><br>“…centuries…” she faced the crowd <br><br>“…..millennia.”&nbsp; only to turn her gaze back to the Queen. Erato had her undivided attention without knowing for sure whether her mistress was interested, angered or delighted by what she had to say. The Queen’s expression showed a bit of everything.<br><br>“We have no purpose here. No purpose except the one which was <strong>given</strong> to us, an endless toil forced on us and for what?”&nbsp; <br><br>As she stood between the mistress and her followers, having Tahariel kneeled before her, it looked as if this was indeed her long awaited moment of glory.<br>&nbsp;<br>“For a chance to <em>clean</em> and <em>purify</em> the world of men, <strong>their</strong> Earth, by keeping their dejects here. Do we enjoy their endless screams? Of course. Do we bask in their sinful state, feeding on it, increasing it until those pathetic souls can’t tell the difference between pain and agony? Why wouldn’t we? “&nbsp; <br><br>The way Erato held her whip, like an object of power combined with the impassioned words reminded the Queen of other times when something like this took place on Earth. Charismatic rulers shaping the future of the world, controlling the masses in any direction their brilliant, yet troubled minds wondered. Erato wasn’t a genius, nor was she born to be a ruler, but she believed in what she said and usually, at the right moment,&nbsp; in front of the right crowd, it was more than enough to stir something which eventually will end out of control. <br><br>“Yet by the end of each toil, what do we gain?” The question itself was rhetorical. Demons had absolutely nothing to earn from hell…at best, a chance to prove their “survival of the fittest”&nbsp; dogma. They had seen too many tormented souls in too many ways to say that it brought them any satisfaction. They had rebbelled&nbsp; against God only to end up doing His will. Again. <br><br>“My Queen, you were once brave enough to follow Lucifer against the Celestials… I stood beside you, fought with you, failed before you. And now it pains me to see a shadow of what I used to know, hiding in the skin of her enemies.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I have brought this angel not as a gift.” Saying this, she approached Tahariel once again and out of her leather sash the succubus pulled an elegant knife. The Queen refrained a gasp, leaning forward suddenly, but did not raised herself. Her hands were clenching M’Gul’s fur as she used to hold onto the arms of her throne each time something of importance took place in front of her.&nbsp; No other situation had been this crucial before. <br><br>She knew there was no way Erato could kill an angel for good. It was impossible for any demon to cause the real death of a Celestial. Yet doing so in the presence of her followers, having the throne room of Hell’s Mistress tarnished with angel blood while she assisted, was a statement of war. <br><br>“Nor do I intend on making him a sacrifice!”<br><br>In the glimpse of an eye, the leather straps holding Tahariel’s wings were cut. At the same time, three sturdy imps took Tristan by his arms and dragged the young man all the way to where the angel was standing, pulling him like a rag doll on the red carpet. The Queen said nothing, showing a lot of patience, fairly uncharacteristic to her. <br><br>“I only needed an angel to witness the eternal damnation of this human’s soul.“ Erato’s final words had a strange impact on the Queen’s body, which began to tremble. Slightly at first, as if she had the shivers. <br><br>Now everything was clear. There was one single thing and one alone which was forbidden to any member of the demonhood regardless of power or title. They were allowed to tempt, seduce, even induce sinful actions to the most righteous of humans. What they were not supposed to do however, was to decide whether a human’s soul is meant for Heaven or Hell, going against one’s free will and judge in God’s place. By ending a human’s life anywhere beyond the gates of hell meant to fundamentally “claim” that soul for demonhood, without a trial. The Queen had taken a risk when she sent her followers to bring the living where only the dead should be. It was not as if she wasn’t aware of what she asked, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that any demon would even think about breaking the unbreakable rule. It meant suicide and war. A war she did not wish to participate in, let alone start herself. <br><br>For the first time in nine thousand years fear overwhelmed her. What Erato had in mind was beyond redemption. The fragile balance between Heaven and Hell, as it was now, threatened to shatter with the death of one, insignificant human. Trembling from every nook and corner of her body, the Queen began to change shape, turning into her real self. The pale white of her unblemished skin began to show hues of pearly grey, while her once silvery locks of hair were now growing into inkblack strands, stretching all the way to the floor. From the sides of her torso and outer thighs dark spikes began to grow, clawing their way up and down her naked body,covering her legs and shoulders in armor-like scales. Something ripped her back from within as two black claws made their way through her skin, followed by huge bat-like wings, shredding the red velved cloak she wore, pushing on M’Gul’s wide chest at the same time.<br><br>Erato gazed ecstatically at her Queen, an epitome of darkness. If her prior look excited desire and wanton into the hearts of men, the true nature of Lilith’s beauty inspired both fear and veneration, two traits which once belonged only to the gods of the old world. Her voice was the thunder of hell.<br><br>“I SHALL NOT HAVE GOD’S WRATH UPON MY REALM!” <br><br>The throne room began to shake as if taken by an earthquake and the stone walls of the second layer started to crumble under the Queen’s wrath. Imps and lesser demons alike began to wail and shrieks as if they were burning alive, filling the corridors, chambers and hallways with their screams of agony all the way down to the dungeons. Suzafan and a few others fell on their knees, pressing their hands on their ears as if this would block out the unbearable cries. <br><br>Every part of the Second Layer was connected its ruler in more ways than one could count.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Erato did not falter, but grabbed the nearest candle holder instead and took Tristan’s head in her hand, wrapping her arm around him. A single flame from any of the fires in hell was enough to burn any living being to a crisp. And so she let the candle touch Tristan’s black curls only to witness his entire frame being engulfed in flames the next moment. It was done. <br>The Queen’s next words stopped in her throat before they could reach her lips. <br><br>Instead of seeing his body fall to the ground, Erato felt Tristan rising and standing on his own legs, wrapped in the fires of hell like a burning jack o’lantern. Nothing seemed to give the impression that he was going through unspeakable pain in that moment, on the contrary.<br><br>The Queen laughed. An intense, inhuman laughter, fearsome enough to make one’s heart stop. <br><br>“Welcome to the Second Layer of hell, son of Hephaestus!” <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 02:33:11</strong>
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				The Fae remained quiet as he could be behind the throne, a place he felt to be quite safe. Of course, that did not stop him from properly cowering as voices became louder and angrier and people threatened to do things that were not nice in the least.<br><br>Quietly, he fiddled around with the chain and collar; but, of course, such a thing was not just exquisitely made, but well enchanted, too. No cantrip of his was undoing it any time soon, though it certainly didn't stop him from trying; especially when the transformation began to undertake the queen. <em>Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, not good, bad things, definitely not good, I should flee right about now...</em> ran his thoughts.<br><br>If he could, the Brownie would most assuredly find itself amongst the tide of fleeing imps and demons. But alas, chained to the throne, all he could do was cower and quite literally conjure up some wax to plug his ears, in some vain effort to avoid the most un-sanctimonious ululation he has ever had the displeasure of hearing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 14:09:36</strong>
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				Tristan had in his life seen many strange things, once when he was in high school his friends sent him a joke email with a link to a video of a woman having sex with a horse..... that was strange, a woman had come to his workshop once asking if he could fix electronic devices because she needed some re-wiring done on her sex machine..... also strange. Nothing he could think of could compare to any of this however, the deformed figures that entered the room he was currently being held in defied all human imagination from the woman with several wolf heads and tentacles too the hulking Minotaur, even the short and stumpy imp like creatures that seemed to have surrounded him, only two beings in the room stood out as being anything akin to normal, well he would soon find out they were both as far from it as you could get. <br><br>First was the woman in the Minotaur's arms, she was both beautiful and had a tone of command that could make the most dominant of men bow before her and the second was the other male who was also bound, he seemed to be on trial for something and it confused Tristan when they kept calling him "the Celestial" what did that mean? <br><br>when the queen called out the name "Erato" Tristan's attention snapped back to what was going on, the trial was clearly for the other man however he as nervous for himself, what was his purpose of being there? clearly these women had captured the men for carnal desires but what would be his involvement in this if they had to take him away from the one thing he had been bought for?<br><br>A loud gasp escaped Tristan when Erato removed the bindings on the other man, massive white wings unfurled from his back "what the hell" he choked out, the strange sensation in his chest and the voice in the back of his head was screaming out at him was enough for his suspicions to be confirmed "Celestial" meant this man was an angel! which meant the beautiful women holding them prisoner must be demons. Now Tristan had never believed in god, he knew he should but something had always nagged him in the back of his mind, stopping such thoughts, this however was on a whole new level.<br><br>The imp like beings took him by the arms then dragging him across the floor as he kicked and struggled until he was before Erato's feet, right in front of the Angel, Torture? ah that was the reason, the demoness planed to force his soul into hell inorder to start a war, a war with god! he was about to scream then, to fight harder and escape but a violent shaking started across the room as the leader who sat in the Minotaur's arms started to shift, the beauty of her form turning more dark and deadly and then her voice boomed out, causing him to press his hands to his ears, his head felt like it would burst if he didn't. "what the hell?" he cursed.<br><br>And that's when it happened, Erato took up a candle, the fire despite being small looked more deadly then the greatest inferno on earth and she held it out to him, letting the fire catch onto his hair. Again he would have screamed, the fire engulfing him in an instant but that was when he heard it, the feeling in his chest hadn't been fear as he thought all along, it was anticipation, his body was getting ready for action, it wanted to react, it wanted to commit violence and the screaming in his head began to sound more and more like a battle cry, his mind formulating a plan, to advanced for a human to come up with in the mere seconds he had spent on it and to top it all off, the fire didn't hurt at all, in fact... it felt great, soothing almost. <br>He stood up, the fire had destroyed his cloths but he felt to strange to feel self conscious right now he felt powerful. A voice spoke again Hephaestus? as in the Greek god? he wanted to deny that but some small part of his brain was able to use that to make sense of a lot of things, his love for building weather it was out of metal, wood or plastic, his aversion to fire, he had always been able to sit closer the others.<br><br>one still burning hand reached out then, taking the chain that was attached to his neck and whipping it out so that it wrapped around Erato's neck, pulling down hard enough as if he wanted to bring her to her knee's, at that point the fired died away and Tristan stood now without cloths, his skin although seemed to be covered in soot and ask was not harmed, his eyes however burned with a new light "i'll make you pay for that" he snarled at Erato, he could see everything so much more clearly now every link on his chain, he could see the most minute details, such as even with the least strength, a little pressure on the second link would have the whole chain break, Erato's armor, he could see every weak point, if he told the Celestial where they were it would be easy to destroy her.<br><br>Tristan stood watching Erato, his eyes furious but cold.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kimera</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 15:15:45</strong>
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				Upon her throne of obsidian, held aloft by the souls of the drowned, Scylla simple remained silent while the events around her unfold. As tensions started to rise within the throne room, so too did the aggravation of her wolves. <br><br>Each wolf head started showing its fangs, venomous saliva dripping from their mouths while their gold burning eyes tried to capture any being in the room. Snarls and growls were the only words ushered, showing Scylla's irritation....but not the woman. No, she of pale flesh and raven hair on top of the giant monster remained a statue of calm control, her icy eyes gazing around as the room unfurled into chaos.<br><br>It seemed the Queen was loosing control as one of the others attempted to break the most sacred of bonds, even to the likes of them. A tiny twitch of her mouth, was it a smile, appeared on Scylla's porcelain face when the Queen rose up and began to show her true being. She could hear her servants squirm in agony while the entire layer shook under the Queens fury. <br><br>“I SHALL NOT HAVE GOD’S WRATH UPON MY REALM!” <br><br>Scylla's wolves howled as the Queen's words echoed through the layer. <em>It seems you are finally done with these childish games,...welcome back</em> The woman thought. Scylla held no regards to the Queen, but as a demon of vengeance, she could only admire this image of wrath.<br><br>All this didn't seem to stop the Ambassador from lighting the man on fire. However, instead of being burned alive, the man had seemingly changed. More interestingly, the tables started to turn when the man took control, casting Erato to the floor with her own chain.<br><br><strong>"I'll make you pay for that"</strong> The man yelled at the succubi. How the mighty have fallen. <strong>"Quite impressive display"</strong> Scylla's cold voice praised to the little man <strong>"...and you my Sister, all that grand talk just to be cast to the floor by a mere mortal..."</strong> Her gaze then turned back to the human Tristan. <strong>"As for you, know your place and release her...this little distractions have endured long enough" </strong> &nbsp;The porcelain woman stated from above the towering beast, the seven wolfheads slowly turning their attention towards the man, while giant black tentacles began to arch in Tristans direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 00:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tahariel</span></strong></div><br>He felt the fury roiling off of the succubus Erato like heat off of a fire as she spoke about her confinement, about the state of Hell and its denizens, about all of the things that she hated.&nbsp; He had no idea where this was leading, all he knew was that it was going to go no where good.&nbsp; As the knife was drawn he suspected for a moment that she would try to end him with it somehow.&nbsp; It wasn't easy to kill a Celestial, but there are <em>ways</em>...&nbsp; He knew the pain of the <em>little deaths</em> he had already endured up until this point, so he was not scared when she raised the knife as if to strike.&nbsp; Still he closed his eyes and waited for the sharp pain and the sensation of life oozing away from him.&nbsp; When instead of pain came relief to his bound wings he opened his eyes, startled and looked up at Erato.<br><br>He rose to his feet, pure white wings unfurled from his back, the full glory of an angel radiating from his perfect form.&nbsp; Despite the humbling nature of his nudity, he seemed majestic, filled from within with a light that had been subdued while he had been bound.&nbsp; "What game is this?" he asked rhetorically as Tristan was dragged towards him.<br><br>"No!" he protested as she made her plan clear, "You cannot do this!&nbsp; You don't know the consequences!"<br><br>He pleaded with Erato only moments before his attention was drawn to the beautiful and terrifying Queen of the Second Layer of Hell who changed her shape to mimic the rage she must have been feeling.&nbsp; He hoped that would be enough to stop Erato, the display of disapproval, the eyes filled with wrath, the shaking of the throne room.&nbsp; It was not.&nbsp; If only he had noticed quickly enough, if only he'd reacted more quickly...<br><br>The gout of flames that erupted from Tristan was like the striking of a match.&nbsp; The mortal shell of the man was burned away, what was immortal was left behind.&nbsp; And the angel could only look on in mixed horror and guilt.<br><br>"What have you done?" he asked impotently before Tristan yanked Erato to the ground.&nbsp; His clear blue eyes filled with muted anger, though at what it wasn't easy to see.&nbsp; His attention went to Tristan first.<br><br>"Blood cannot repay blood," he said with a sad, soft sigh as he extended a hand down to Erato to help her back to her feet, "and her judgment is for the Queen to decide."<br><br>Tears slowly rolled down one cheek and then the next, the droplets dripping from his chin until they sizzled and evaporated away on the ground at his feet.&nbsp; Though he looked resolute, his eyes betrayed the sense of deep sadness that he felt within, not just for Tristan but for much more that would come to pass from this event.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kristen</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 15:26:20</strong>
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				She probably should have said something...<br><br><em>No... probably best not to.</em><br><br>Alright well... certainly she should have done something... right?<br><br><em>Wrong. What was there to 'do'?</em><br><br>Despite the intensity of her day so far, events unfolding before her now were almost overwhelming. This was just exhilarating. Callisto couldn't avoid asking herself what portion of that amusement was because of Erato's brief humiliation. The answer was quite a bit but who cared?<br><br><em>That was just amusing.</em><br><br>Sadly, what made it amusing also made it alarming. The idea that Tristan was gifted shouldn't have been surprising but to a degree, it was. There was something ominous about the gathering and it just couldn't be a coincidence that Lucifer had just now contacted her. She continued to watch the room, some figures large and imposing allowed their presence to speak for itself. Others... it appeared were defined by what you <em>couldn't</em> see. <br><br>Callisto strongly considered entering ... and in the end, decided against it. Content to watch from the shadows, she'd need to speak to the Queen about her conversation with Lucifer. Suddenly, it was very evident why Lucifer couldn't just come and go from the realm as he'd otherwise be able to do. Not only were so many demons removed... but their presence was replaced by a variety of non-hell-dwellers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PoisonousKitty</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 17:35:41</strong>
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				Caliko's mind had been realing since the moment everything had ended with her captive and she'd replaced her clothes once more. The more human style to her clothing was something that seemed to annoy those of the second layer to no end, however it made her feel more at home for both her tasks and the fact that she was in all retrospect still partially human. Born to a human mother and a pureblooded Slinx had caused the young woman to slowly age throughout the years, but also gave her the strength and talents needed to sneak upon the enemy and interigate as well as tempt them away without to many issues. As her body slunk along the many hall's of the layer at which she belonged, baggy black jeans and white tank top showing off the beautiful pale curves along with her large breasts Caliko allowed a small sigh to escape her lips. <br><br>Things had slowly become much to quiet in the layer, making her wonder what could possibly be going on. Were all the corners of the layer kept under lock and key? Was anyone making sure no intrudors were entering the layer? Taking into consideration the un-godly amount of people whom had come to visit the layer as of late, Caliko couldn't believe that there would be a possiblity that someone wouldn't attempt something, yet nothing could be found within her vision or senses to prove someone was. After several minutes of checking into everything she was approached by someone.<br><br>"The Queen has ordered you to come to the Throne room..." they said, recieving a small smirk in return. Nodding to the messenger slowly the young Slinx slithered her way towards the Throne Room, however before she could even attempt to make it half way down the hall a loud booming noise shook through the layer causing the young woman to stop in her tracks. It was uncommon for such a shattering noise to rip its way through her home, but it could only mean one thing; the queen had been highly angered. Racing to the end of the hall and finding her way through the maze which made up her home as quickly as possible Caliko finally stood at the doors to the Throne Room opening them in time to slip inside and see the man she'd captured be engulfed in flames.<br><br>Eyes wide with horror and confusion Caliko felt her fists tighten in anger, however her body stood still the doors slightly ajar as her body stood framed in the light of the flames, "Excuse my tardiness my Queen I..." Thats when she heard the Queen's voice rip through the hall once more.<br><br><em>“Welcome to the Second Layer of hell, son of Hephaestus!”</em><br><br>The song of Hephaestus? How had she not sensed this? The Queen's own spy... the one who had kidnapped him had not been able to sense the source of his power? No wonder the man didn't feel truly human, possibly it could pretain to her unnatural attraction to the man as well? Staying where she stood near the back still framed in the slightly ajar doorway Caliko continually looked between her Queen and Tristan, eyes lit with curiousity and confusion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 17:33:39</strong>
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				“How the mighty had fallen” was the right expression for what Erato was going through at the time. Tristan did not only escape unharmed from certain death, but he also proved unmatched dexterity and wit, succeeding to bring down a strong demon while taking advantage of what he had at the time. Erato fell on her knees like a beast falling into a bear trap, but did not take her eyes away from the Queen. She knew very well what to expect from her mistress and so far the rebellious words drew out the desired effect. For a very long time – and that means a lot for ageless beings – she hoped to see the glory of their female ruler unfold once again.<br><br>After the Fall there were some ages marked by misery and confusion as the former angels were forced to adjust to their new condition. The shock of losing the battle against their Creator was nothing compared to the knowledge that from then onwards they were bound to sin in every aspect. The demons were both drawn&nbsp; and able to feed on all the seven deadly sins which came into existence right after their fall. If the human kind blamed all of its misery on Pandora’s ill-fated curiosity later on, then Lucifer surely had a chest of his own to open.<br><br>&nbsp;It was fear alone that kept the others under his rule, because there was a time when everyone harbored nothing but hate for him.<br>With time, the demon lord subdued even the most obstinate members of his kind and created a new hierarchy based on the one he once used to be part of. There was no one who could mimick God’s work and twist it better than him. And so it came that there was a lord and a queen and serveral other positions of power, titles to be given and taken away just as easily according to his whim. The demons under his rule truly believed in their rise over the human kind and future ruling of the Earth. It’s not like they had anything to lose, what can possibly be worse than hell?<br><br>The rulers of each layer strived to win&nbsp; Lucifer’s favor over the others, always seeking power, never waisting any efforts..except for maybe Astaroth, patron of sloth.&nbsp; All besides the Queen, who lately did not only neglect her duties, but also weakened her layer with her games. Lilith was now watching with unmasked interest the scene taking place before her. <br><br>Ignoring Scylla’s words, Erato hissed at Tahariel the moment he touched her.&nbsp; She had no value for pity and the thought itself was more than humiliating.&nbsp; If it wasn’t for the Queen’s presence, Tahariel would have been face down on the floor by then. <br>“Everyone except Erato is free to go” the Queen said without giving any other details. It’s not like she had to explain herself to anyone. “Make sure the Celestial doesn’t leave the realm, if he tries anything you have my permission to give him the true death,” she addressed Suzafan,&nbsp; “while Tristan should be kept <em>safe.</em>” This meant "away from fire" as much as possible...who knew what else he could do with his powers. Only Callisto had the ability to deal with fire as far as the Queen was concerned and she liked it that way.<br><br>Suzafan didn't need to be told the same things twice, approaching Tahariel she placed a hand on top of his white shoulder, looking with admiration at his wings. "I'll give you the grand tour, buddy" she said as if he hadn't already seen enough. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 17:45:53</strong>
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				<strong>The Throneroom</strong><br><br><strong><em>The Black Baron somehow remained unseen.</em></strong> The powerful demonesses did not even conceive the possibility of his escape. <br>Let alone that a puny mortal Blackguard would have slain members of the Elite Guard or its Captain for that matter... and in extensio her champion within the palace.<br>Granted he had used cunning and stealth for the most part but he had to applaud his survival so far.<br>Good for morale... especially at what his dark blue gaze saw in the throneroom.<br>He rubbed the stubble on his chin. Oddly enough his beardhair had barely grown. This place was odd indeed...<br>The women... if the word could be used to describe these sensual '<em>things</em>' seemed to be bickering. A downright challenge to the one that seemed in power.<br>His gaze wandered to the throne and the female figure that clearly was in charge was simply amazing. She had a strange otherworldly beauty and seemed far less infernal. She spoke and moved with authority, she had grace and her beauty concealed eyes that indicated a disguised cunning and wisdom. <em><strong>A true Queen</strong></em> had she been mortal... <strong><em>a veritable goddess</em></strong> in this place no doubt. He used his strength of will to rip away his attention from this otherworldly beauty and decided to focus on what mattered. Escape from this place of filth, freaks and villainy. Afterall he had an Empire to maintain and a war to win. And he would do neither by lingering here. It still frustrated him to no end 'how' he had ended in this place. So close to supremacy and then to have the advantage of momentum snatched away from his ironclad fist...<br><br>The Warlord's ever analytical mind sweeped over the architecture. The baroqueness, the design, the eerie otherworldness mixed with odd familiarity.<br>But above all he took note of more escape routes.<br>He took in all present and analyzed them. Some seemed warriors, others of a subtler sort. He'd almost use the word 'courtier' but that was but a close approximation of their purpose.<br>In the end his gaze was drawn to a singular form that contrasted the queen in many ways...<br><br>She moved with strength of will, purpose, confidence. She was tall and strong of build but not without maintaining an elegance and feminity still able to stroke his... . He smiled at the thought and correct it before its conclusion... 'senses'.<br>Clad in black leathers with skulls on her shoulders and an imposing wingspan she seemed to dominante the others in the room through her mere presence, bar perhaps the Queen who was 'different' to all others.<br>Yet this woman decided to remain asside. To watch, to observe and to maintain her pride.<br>There was an odd familiarity about her. As if she was<strong> <em>a kindred spirit</em></strong>... <br>Had she been a mortal woman, he would have coveted her instinctively. He knew this and it surprised him. For Thane was not one to believe in sentimental nonsense such as 'love at first sight' or 'destined love'. But there was 'something' about this one.<br>Had he been a demoness, he might have been like her. She was a powerful dark predator and even the Black Wolf from the North lacked the fang and teeth to deal with such an entity.<br>The fact he was starknaked and armed with some girly demon pigsticker didn't help either.<br>This in itself implied he'd take note of her and avoid direct conflict with her where possible. <br>The Khonish Empire didn't need a martyr after all but a Black Baron that was alive.<br><br>Deciding enough was enough, he slid away. But then he got the oddest impression. Whereas none of the people around guard, courtier or retainer saw him, <strong><em>the all-piercing gaze of the Queen</em></strong> seemed to fix him in a strange way. Despite watching them from overhead... and well hidden, she 'knew' he was there.<br>Going deep into his very being with a hint of curiosity, amusement and... a sensation he had trouble placing... 'ambition'? 'purpose'?<br>And then events forced her attention away...<br>Yet no cry of alarm came. No guards were summoned. It unsettled him more than any of the devils, demons and gargoyles had.<br><br>As a momentary moment of chaos erupted, the Black Baron slid of into the corridors, dissapearing into the darkness. He had no time to lose. <br><br>----------------<br><br>The Royal Guardsmen fell, beheaded. Khone found something he could wear. A black loincloth and a few bits of armor and chainmail. He slid them on. Partially dressed and armored, he at least felt ready enough to pursue his quest of escape. He smiled as he picked up the head. Beautiful and orange of skin. The woman seemed to stare with disbelief. She had been faster and possibly far stronger. She was an ancient demon, he was a mortal Blackguard.<br>She did not realize why he had won.<strong> "Talk about a pattern..."</strong> Thane muttered<strong> "...this is getting ridiculous"</strong> he stated with an aloof disposition.<br>In his eyes it all just proved that he had a single advantage in facing these things... . He brought something new and unexpected to the place. And he would exploit it to the utmost of his abilities.<br>And he smiled at it. It was good to know yet unless he remained undetected and played his hands right, it would be to no avail. For he could not kill every soldier in Hell... already each fight with each 'peon' had drained him, wounded him.<br>Still he went on through sheer stubborness. And despite Bane's blessings and the dark alchemy and iron will that had given him his glorious destiny... it was like a candle's light before a storm. <br>Should Hell wish it... they could slay him if not by sending in the heavy hitters like that intrigueing collection of freaky women in the throne room then a good swat of elite killers like this one would do it.<br><br>Preparing some odd rope, he slid outside. He had no food, he didn't know anything of the land nor where he was to go but as he saw it, he had little to gain from staying here. <br>There was one thing though... the information the Captain had given him. It had given him some hints and he knew what to look for to escape. But not how to find it.<br>He rappelled downwards, he had not done this in a long time. He remembered that during his youth as a young centurion in his father’s army, he had done it. Climbing the mountains of Khone in little more than reinforced leathers and a black fur cloak. He missed those days. He also missed Khone’s icy plains, it’s biting winds and chilly temperatures.<br>Here all was warm and filled with the stink of excess, brimstone or the oddest exotic perfumes.<br>Where&nbsp; Khone was for men and women of ambition, virtue and dedication this place seemed as decadent as anarchy incarnate. Yet despite all this there seemed to be a hierarchy, rules and a twisted emulation of what man had done. <strong><em>Or perhaps all man and hell did was emulate the Gods?</em></strong><br><br>He decided to push aside his whimsical irrelevant contemplation for a moment.<br>He skillfully moved downwards, holding the strangely textured rope. He could not make out what it was made of but it was sturdy yet flexible. He suddenly halted and let a patrol of guards pass down before sliding downwards further. His hands hurt. <br><strong>“If only I had my arcane weapons…”</strong> he muttered. But armor and sword had been taken of him. He only had his sigil ring and a strange necklace around his neck. The ragtag attire he had scavenged left ample skin bare. And this pale skin displayed old scars, new bruises and recent wounds.<br>Moving ever lower, he wetted his dry lips and finally after what seemed hours touched down on the blackened ground.<br>The strange rocks were greyish black and of the oddest texture. Not cold but a pleasant warm temperature.<br><br>………………………………………….<br><br><strong>Beyond the 'palace'...</strong><br><br>Life was odd. Not long ago… at least he assumed it was not long ago because his sense of time in this place was entirely skewed… he had been home. Now he was in Hell. Even by his standards travelling to a place like this was unbelievable.<br><br>The fact the sky made no sense and seemed to change illogically at a whim which did not help him find his bearings. He travelled onwards and seemed to find nothing to help him orientate. All seemed identical or changed location. It was as if his attention shifted to the scars suddenly his perception was warped and the ‘stars’ if they were stars, had moved.<br>If he used a stone formation or some odd ‘living trees’ as a point of orientation, they would change positions or shape when his attention moved away from them. It was as if the place itself refused to help him in any way. <br><br>……………………….<br><br>As thirst got him, he did find an odd liquid. <br>He knelt near the puddle and frowned. It looked disgusting but he needed to drink, he needed to find something to live on or he would simply topple forward. His will remained strong but his body had not.<br>As he scooped up some of the odd blackish liquid in his hands, he drank from it, expecting the worst. ‘Tasteless…’ he was pleased to note. He licked his red lips. He sipped more and to his surprise he felt some of his strength return. He felt stronger, invigorated and…<br>A huge fang-filled tentacle burst from the water going straight for his fate. Instinctively he grabbed it and applied pressure. The muscles in his arm tensed and the coldhearted killer killed the screeching thing. Magnus Thane's features didn't even change. His dark blue eyes never flinched. If he was amazed at the coldness and instinctiveness of his reactions then it did not show.<br>He was perhaps not the biggest predator afoot in this infernal place… perhaps not even the most cunning but he remained a predator at heart. <br>He would not die easily.<br>His honor and <em>virtus</em> demanded no less.<br>He sipped more and then got up. He regretted the lack of a canister to fill up with water but he knew he should be glad that he received even this mild reprieve.<br><strong>“Thanks to the Lord of Strife. God of War aid me and I will continue to bring the sword of battle and tyranny to all”</strong> the Blackguard promised solemly.<br>As he continued to wander forth over the strange black rocks and gritty sands, he rubbed the black lupine tattoo of his arm. It itched a bit and he frowned as the journey seemed unending.<br>At a given moment he sought safety in a living forest from flying Demonesses but none saw him. <br><strong>"A patrol..."</strong> he deduced. Being able to fly gave them a great tactical advantage.<br>For a moment Thane desired to have a Black Dragon once more to rely on. The Dragon Riders of Khone...<br>He grinned viciously, the sight of them ripping these over-the-top wenches apart would be... delightful.<br>But he had no army and he had no allies nor friends in this strange place. So he pushed on. He could dream of better times when he was dead... or more preferably 'free'.<br><br>And still he did not know how much time had passed. And if even any time truly passed. Disorientation continued and at times he felt as if he ran in circles... he probably did so quite a few times. Still he got the odd impression he made 'some' progress.<br><br>………………….<br><br><strong>The 'Edge'</strong><br><br>All went well and as he disposed of some living branches attempting to ‘strangle’ him for some nefarious purpose, causing ichor and goo to jolt on his body. He now reeked not only of Demon’s blood but also some strange vicious local flora that shrieked with each cut.<br>And then he smiled pleased as he left the edge of this eerie freakish forest that had tried to kill him.<br>He stepped forward into a clearing and in the distance he saw a huge white portal, high in the sky, near a mountain pass.<br>His tiny smile faded from his frigid features as for the first time a whiff of desperation hit him.<br>Around him there was nothing but air. The entire block of land, massive as it was floated. In the distance others floated also. Some gorged lava and strange black clouds hid what lay beneath him from sight.<br>Whether this was a constant or not… he knew not. But currently he was stuck and he did not know how to continue. <br>He saw his goal which was still an insane distance away but due to its purity of light quite visible.<br>His goal was there but unachievable.<br>He fell onto one knee, lowering his ichor-soaked sword. His other hand holding an axe previously stolen from another fallen Royal Guardswoman. When the two weapons hit the rocky surface the sound they made was dim and unnatural.<br>He breathed heavily… he bit his lower lip and swallowed.<br>He was a man of logic, cunning, manipulation and conquest. There was no logic here. Or if so he did not understand it. Cunning was for naught here. Manipulation not an issue. And conquest? Conquer what? Claim what? This was just a vile stinking cesspit filled with insane bitches and their pets.<br>A savage roar escaped his lips. Emotion… true emotion raging upwards in a rare moment. <br>Yet once more he rose up.<br>He was the Black Baron. He could not… would not give up. Could not… would not.<br>He was tired. So tired. <strong><em>Tired...</em></strong><br><strong>"Impossible..."</strong> he groaned.<br><br>Behind him came venomous giggling, evil sneers.<br>Succubi. Royal Guardswomen.<br>“No mortal has slain a Royal Guard in an eternity” the decapitated Captain’s secondant said.<br>“You are a threat. And we will have revenge ‘puny man’” she hissed. She had been loyal to her captain and this ‘thing’ had dared to slay her and a handful of her sisters.<br>The death of a single demon was too much to contemplate but so many and the <em>crème de la crème</em>? The Queen’s elite? A tarnish on the Guard’s honor that would not stand!<br><strong>“Is that so…” </strong>Thane said coolly as he rose up once more. Judging by the footsteps, the number of giggles, a handful if not more stood behind him.<br>He would not win this. He wasn’t sure he could at full strength. But certainly not now.<br>But then these arrogant bitches had mocked his race before. Assumed much and underestimated him. <strong>“I enjoyed killing your captain”</strong> he suddenly said. <strong>“But if you’re so mighty… so great… then cleanse your honor by facing me in single combat”</strong> he said with his low even voice. <strong>“Unless you’re afraid?”</strong> he turned around. He faked strength, hid weakness and bit away all pain. His hands tightened around the hilt of axe and blade.<br>His face did not flinch in the least upon taking in his predicament.<br>Before him stood 8 women and up in the air three more had crossbows aimed at him.<br>The leader was pinkskinned with the signature tale and wings all the Succubi of the Royal Guard had. All had ornate yet revealing armor. The one before him though had more ornate armor and though not as over the top as her Captain, the Baron quickly deduced due to this she was an ‘officer’&nbsp; herself.<br>For a moment it seemed as if she’d take the bait. These female demonesses clearly had ample pride, anger issues and above all varying degrees of a ‘God complex’. <br>Regretfully for Thane her moment of hesitation passed and she sneered “I fear no man. But by whatever trickery you killed my Captain… you will not get a second chance to do so… we’re going to cut you to pieces and feed every part of your vile body to a different vice demon” she said. She hissed and then smirked. “What do you have to say about that… ‘mortal’?”<br><strong><em>Damn it. They do learn... eventually.</em></strong><br>Thane allowed himself a tiny moment of glee as he knew his end was nigh and jested <strong>“Funny… quite a few of your ‘sort’ seemed very mortal to me…”</strong> he said. <br><strong><em>I’m dead no matter what I do. All paths I take lead to my death….</em></strong><br><em><strong>So what tactic will lead to me taking down the blabbermouth?</strong></em><br>He smiled as in a splitsecond he saw the paths to take, the options, the ways to go at it.<br>And then.. he acted. <strong>“Bane grant me strength!”</strong> but Bane did not come to him. Not this time. Yet he knew Khone’s Patron God would approve… in essence Bane had given him a final gift. Surety of choice. Clarity of purpose. And a warrior’s death. <em>Virtus</em> would be satisfied even though his people would never truly know what had transpired…<br>The Black Baron was doomed but the secondant would join him in death.<br><strong><em>May the demons choke on my flesh!</em></strong> he thought.<br><br>He threw the battleaxe. And the graceful seductive secondant parried but it left her momentarily open. He dashed forward and he knew this was an insane course if not for his objective. He would be pierced by a spear but he cared not. The spear entered his flesh. The arrow hit the spot where he’d been previously&nbsp; and the Blackguard allowed the Secondant’s blade hit the bit of ragtag armor on his lower arm. Her hiss of frustration turned into a gargling sound of agony.<br>His blade hit the mark. <br>Now the follow-up blow would come to finish him off yet at the same time his side-ways cut would finish of the leading succubus. Already her blood touched his wrist. Warm and sticky.<br>Only a moment had passed. A moment more and all would be over…<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 20:50:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/1/15776/364477-177429-purgatori.jpg)</div><br>Muscled arms would cross beneath the bounty of crimson breasts, smooth shoulder meeting stone as she casually leaned against the wall, her wings settled closer about her statuesque form. Silently she watched the proceedings, not quite being capable of keeping the look of disdain from her features. Sakkara had purposefully left her own prize back in her quarters, and the Queen said nothing about it, even though the General knew that Lilith was aware. <br><br>Yet another weakness of the little Ruler. Not calling out her 'followers' on their transgressions.<br><br>Words that meant nothing were spoken by the Queen, and onyx hues settled to stare upon long, cruelly sharp nails upon her hand in a seriously bored manner. Sakkara assumed hat Lilith was making the attempt to sound... authoritative... at the mention of 'taking responsibility for the Celestial'. Raven brow had lifted when the Queen shouted, and a smirk had curled black lips, enough to show the glint of fangs in the firelight. A low, throaty chuckle would ease forth as imps and succubi alike cowered at the Queens anger. The Wrath of God? Surely the Supreme Being had other issues to worry about then the Second Layer. Palm would slide over the leather surrounding a deliciously muscled thigh, not being able to stop the thinly veiled purr of delight at memories of the Lycan biting into her already healed shoulder. Black pools caught a glimpse of Callisto entering the Throne Room, the last to arrive. Now that one, odd little thing that she was, she also happened to be the only one that Sakkara had even a modicum of respect for. Callisto reveled in battle, much as the General did. So sad the little blonde chose to do so on the mortal realm. <br><br>Erato was making a move, Hellfire was being set upon the human, and Lo, what a surprise. Son of Hephestus indeed. Sakkara would bark a laugh, but the sound would be cut short, for the moment that Erato attempted to set flame to the human, Sakkara felt something within the Layers shift. Instantly the Shadows enveloped her, cocooning her in darkness as she gathered in a sharp breath. It seemed that the Celestial they had in their midst was important enough to send out another to hunt him down,..<br><br>Even before the Queen dismissed them all Sakkara was on the move. She had wanted a taste of the Angel that had been brought forth, but the one that had just entered Limbo... oh now he would taste sweeter...<br><br>From shadow to shadow Sakkara would step, taking her out of the Halls to burst forth upon wing to take to the skies of the Realm of Lust. Intent she was on making her way to the Gates of the Second Layer, where she would wait in ambush of the arrival of the Angel that would surely tread in his search for Tahariel. As was her want, Sakkara eyes scanned the land below, ever watchful, every wary. And it would be that she would see the group of Royal Guards surrounding their prey. Massive wings would hold her aloft, staring down upon the scene as it unfolded, seemingly just for her. <br><br>My, oh my, what a specimen this was... a near naked mortal, massively muscled, bellowing forth his rage and defiance, willing to kill with his last breath if that was what it took. Slowly Sakkara would descend to the ground, boots crunching upon the stones beneath her boots, enough noise that the Guards turned to see her arrival. Instantly the women stopped in their harassment of Thane, for the General was their superior. Steps would be taken back and heads would bow as the Demoness came into view, fathomless black eyes flitting from the headless Guard, to the panting Thane. A slow smile would curl black lips, her so red tongue easing out to flick across the tip of a fang. Hot breezes would ease through raven mane, causing the tresses to flow about her crimson body like water, licking across red flesh, teasing against slick leather. <strong> “ What do we have here. A mortal, filled with battle lust. You are a delight aren't you...”</strong> Her dark gaze lifted to look at the other Guards, and the look upon her beauteous visage shifted instantly to rage. <strong> “ A MORTAL!! You have allowed a MORTAL to best you??!!” </strong> <br><br>She would move then, so fast as to be a blur. Wings would snap out, the sharp tips slamming into a pair of Guards simultaneously, burying into their chests. Snapping her wings open the chests would explode open, even as Sakkara leaped forward and grabbed another pair of guards by their their throats. One would have her neck crushed beneath taloned claws, the other would have fangs sunk into her throat, tearing out flesh. Red blood slid down red skin, bodies being tossed aside as Sakkara killed them all with glee. In what would seem but the blink of an eye, Sakkara would settle in a pristine manner to the ground next to Thane, dripping in sanguine, licking her mouth free of it, purring in delight. Her head would tilt as her cold eyes worked over his weakened body, hips cocking to the side, her head tilting slightly. <strong> “ You will have to pardon them I'm afraid. They simply did not live up to my... standards. You are here without an escort mortal. Tell me.. how did this come to happen?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 21:22:10</strong>
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				A singular moment.<br>A short, brief breath. But death did not come as foreseen. Instead the secondant fell dead but no spear thrust followed.<br>All the minds dominated by the woman before them.<br>Exhausted and tired, he placed his free hand on the wound at his side.<br>A trickle of blood came from his mouth.<br>The woman that descended was a War Goddess incarnate. If Bane had a wife... she'd look like this. But of course with more armor and a large collection of weapons... <br>His mind was trailing of through bloodloss and exhaustion. He forced himself to focus on the scene before him.<br>He knew this woman. The one he had 'identified' as a main threat. But also... <br>For a split moment he had a most improper image in his mind but he quickly discarded it. Thinking of such decadent matters was not befit of a man facing down death.<br><br>He was dripping dry ever so slowly but he refused to show weakness.<br>She moved with speed... insane speed. His blurred vision didn't help.<br>He took note of it instinctively though. He did not expect to survive but he still analyzed it. To beat her he'd have to predict her movements. Or limit her ability to move in itself.<br>As she stopped next to him, her casual display of power and brutal authority was... 'stimulating' in a strange primal way.<br>Regardless, he expected her to be playing games with him.<br><br>He did not seem truly surprised at seeing her. In fact he gave the distinct impression he had already laid eyes upon her before. <br>His dark blue eyes fixed her as he turned his head. Despite the pain he boldly turned around to face her and shifted his grip on the blade.<br>The General would undoubtably see ichor, gore and blood on it. He'd been a busy boy.<br>His muscular body was finely sculpted, he was taller than most if not all mortals she had laid eyes on. There was a very very thin trace of abnormality about him. Probably due to some alchemical potions applied to him. And a lifetime dealing with magic. But in essence he was but a mortal.<br>An odd mortal at that. <br>Given the many scars and bruises littering his body he had been a busy boy throughout his life. Yet at the same time he had a bearing of command, leadership and a kind of nobility not found among leaders who did not earn their place in life.<br>He had many wounds some recently patched up though a bit halfheartedly and many fresh ones. There was much blood and ichor on him but she smelled it was mostly inhuman and demonic.<br>His attire was improvised, scavenged from female Royal Guardsmen and some display armors. Not much, a shoulder piece. A few bits on the arms. And some cloth to hide his 'assets'. The Royal Guardsmen simply were too small to supply armor for a specimen like him.<br><br>As she spoke to him, his gaze hardened and he gave her a tiny smile. He seemed to have decided that she was toying with him and that he'd die soon anyway. His grip tightened around his grip yet again. He'd try to fight but in his current state it would be laughable.<br><strong>"M'lady has an odd sense of humor. The Black Baron needs no escort." </strong>he stated. He was proud and confident but not foolish. She knew he realized he was done for should she chose it.<br><strong>"You should reconsider your policies about 'mortals' though. 'This' mortal killed a dozen of your best and one of those rock things... among other foes. So evidently we're not 'that' puny..."</strong> he said. He was defying her, clearly assuming her a threat.<br>This was wrong of course. No human had gotten this far with good reason. But Thane was the exception to the rule. Not that he realized it. Nor how alien a concept 'death by man' was to these warrior women. Succubi did not die in hell at the hands of man... period. <br><strong>"So..."</strong> he surpressed a grunt. She could see the blood flow from his side. This 'Baron' should be dead. He was a fascinating anomaly going against the norm. His defiance though laughable yet impressive. He was clearly no fool as she could read in his eyes he knew he stood no chance yet still he didn't back away, didn't flinch.<br>He was no Lycan, no vampire, no angel nor demigod and yet he growled like a ravenous wolf refusing to back down when facing a Black Bear.<br><strong>"Shall we?"</strong> he said, sword at the ready. The blade did not suit him. Undoubtably he used a far more impressive weapon. The Royal Guard fought elegantly but a man like him was not at his best when using such a weapon that did not optimally exploit his physical advantages. He kept steady but her uncanny experience in battle allowed her to read more than the typical foe. A mere shove could topple him if she waited a bit longer.<br>In fact this specimen risked death if he was not tended to soon...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 22:55:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaperpimper.com/wallpaper/Anime_&amp;_Manga/Purgatori/Purgatori-2-EBI0GSCZFG-1024x768.jpg)</div><br>He persevered. He brought himself to stand, albeit slowly, with weapon in hand, even as his life essence flowed forth freely. He was a beautiful specimen to behold. He held the muscle of her Lycan, but in his mortal flesh. How wondrous..<br><br>Sakkara stood at just over 6 feet in her boots, all sleek muscle and Power, an Amazon in her own right. Yet this man, the self styled 'Black Baron' towered over her by at least another foot. Where her muscle was well defined, his was bulging. Yet she knew this didn't mean he was a lumbering giant. The fact that Guards were beheaded, and he spoke of ridding himself of even more... it brought her chin up, her visage easing to cool detachment. How he got here didn't matter any longer. The fact that he was here, and it was Sakkara that had found him....<br><br>… that was something. Yet was this a trap? Though the General had worked well on her subterfuge, slowly building her army to bring her plan to fruition, the Queen was no fool. The Demoness was banking on the fact that this new game, and all the new toys being brought before Lilith would keep the Queen off kilter enough for Sakkara to move through the cracks. She had plans for the Lycan, but would still play the Queens game in her own manner if need be. Now this one, this gorgeous mortal specimen... Sakkara could add him as well. Yes, he would be a wondrous piece to her board...<br><br>She did not move as Thane brought himself to stand, sword at the ready. She did not sneer, she did not laugh at his attempts. She stood there, looking slightly up at him, the wind shifting though the congealing blood in her dark hair. When she did move though, he would not see it. One moment she would be a statue before him, the next she would be on him, literally. Her wings would snap out and forward to puncture his wrists, her hands out to grasp throat and his side wound at the same moment. She would use her lunge to knock him down onto his back, slamming his hands to either side of him and pinning them to the ground with her wing tips, landing to straddle his barely covered lions. Claws would dig into the wound, her face coming to within inches of his own. Her nostrils would flare, sanguine dipped tresses falling like a dark curtain around his head, her tongue lapping across his mouth to taste his blood trickling forth there. He would hear her purr, so deep, so silky, like a panther atop his chest as she rumbled. <strong> “ Mmmm.. you are right. It seems I have been lax in my duties as General. Yet you are beyond mere mortal. I can taste it. And I want more of it.”</strong> Her groin would roll slowly across his, deriving pleasure not from the thought of mounting him, but from the thought of meeting him in battle. But he would need to heal, and be in his prime to be a match for her. The hand that had invaded his wound slid further down, easing between where their lions met, grasping his cock, stroking and squeezing and feeling his girth. <strong> “ Aaahhh yesss... you are endowed everywhere aren't you. That will be for later though. First you must prove yourself worthy of the pleasures I can give you. And for that, you must be whole. You will remember this gift I bestow upon you now 'Black Baron'. No matter what happens later, you <em>will</em> remember me...”</strong> Pulling her hand free from his shaft, her wings still pinning his hands out, she would slide down his body, her face nuzzling around the hole in his side. With a lust filled hiss her fangs would pierce her own lips, her rich essence flowing, dribbling down into the laceration. In that instant, he was hers. The magic in her blood sealed the wound shut, her essence working through his veins to begin to heal him through and through. With a groan of need she would move up to place a hungry kiss upon his mouth, her fangs snicking his lips, their blood mingling together even more. A guttural cry tore from her as she rose to straddle him again, wanting nothing more then to plunge herself down upon his cock, but now was not the time. As she said, he had to earn that. <br><br>Yanking her wings free from his wrists, the movement would carry her off his prone body, licking his blood from her mouth with a coy smile. She would hover in the air, gazing down upon him now, and wait for him to rise. <strong> “ I shall gift you with more. You shall have armor, and a weapon suiting your stature and obvious skills. You wish to fight Black Baron? Then a fight you shall have. You will fit nicely in my game. If you are able to best me, you shall find your way home. If not, you shall remain at my side for as long as I have need of you, to fight for me, with me. Tell me that does not stir the need within you..”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 23:23:17</strong>
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				Pain, pleasure, arousal.<br>A confusing mixture that confused him more than her sudden attack.<br>The speed and strength was expected. He had expected no less after her awe inspiring display at her arrival.<br>But her other actions were...<br><br>As he lay under her, his body breathing heavily due to all it had endured so far, he barely resisted.<br>His subconscious oddly curious and as their lips met, he was confused by his body's reaction. Her very life essence corrupt and vile as it seemed made the ache and pain fade, made his skin regenerate and his vigor return.<br>He was not at his peak but he would live for sure.<br>The kiss forced an unexpected response from him. His knee rubbed her slightly as if beckoning her.<br>To her glee there was a fluttering moment of hesitation and confusion in those strong dark blue eyes. <br>She acted in a way he could not have foreseen. Her behaviour baffling him through its boldness, eagerness and confidence.<br><br>As she moved up, he rolled up onto his stomach, his wrists healing and other wounds continueing to heal. Scars would remain but then, he had plenty of those. The massive pale back contrasted with her own red skin. His black manes contrasting well with his skintone.<br>Her words held promise and a seductive edge.<br>His face hidden from her own sight, he smiled evilly.<br>Indeed this one was like him. As he had assumed when seeing her in the throneroom. She played bold games and he became suspicious. The display in the throneroom indicated some factionalism. Some ambition. And where either was present there woud also be betrayal and rivalry.<br>If this female was like him, she would desire to be the first and to imbue this twisted world with her own perception of order and morality... no matter how odd and alien that interpretation would be to him.<br><br>Her words had a ring of truth but that made him distrust her all the more. <br>She tempted him in many ways. He realized that his body yearned for her more strongly than before. Something was<em> 'inside'</em> him. It was not an unpleasant sensation but not comforting either.<br>She had plans and ambitions that was for sure. If so that would explain why the Royal Guard dying was irrelevant to her.<br>And why she'd bother with him.<br>She would give him means to improve his odds but she would demand a heavy price for it. He did not doubt she had plans, ambitious ones.<br>He did not doubt he could not win their duel. Not without ample planning.<br>Nor did he believe one would just be 'let out of here'.<br>He smirked maliciously suddenly as thoughts became plots. Opportunities presented themselves. <br>The woman was like him but she threaded a dangerous path if she hoped to use one so like her... very dangerous.<br>Perhaps he could give her ambitions and plans a twist to his advantage but to do so... he'd have to play his part.<br><strong><em>Knight to a Queen.</em></strong> The idea pleased him oddly. The thought of kissing those boots at once repulsed him yet aroused him at the same time. As he rolled down onto his back, he looked at her as she flew overhead.<br>She was beautiful and strong. Bold and ambitious.<br>He decided to add a twist to her proposal. He had his reasons for it. <strong>"And what if... I don't wish to leave. What do I get out of it?"</strong><br>He stared at her gaze with great interest. He did not pull away his gaze as she expected but at the same time he was most impressed by its intensity.<br>Like two packleaders facing of. An Alpha Male and an Alpha Female. Potential foes, potential lovers. Perhaps both depending on their mood of the day?<br>Except he realized for now... he was little more than the young challenger. For now...<br>He rose up but held the blade. He saluted her. <strong>"I am Magnus Thane, Baron of Khone. Grand Master of the Black Knights"</strong> he said. <strong>"And I seem slightly lost..."</strong> he added with a dry touch of humor. Lowering his blade he threw it to her,not expecting it to be difficult to catch.<br><strong>"I'm unarmed now. I'll follow. You lead m'lady"</strong> he said. He was unarmed and hence theoretically defenceless. But then he had lacked weapons and clothing to begin with...<br><em><strong>'For now. It remains to be seen if Queen takes Knight each and every turn... or if I can change the rules of this little game'</strong></em>he thought.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 19:34:29</strong>
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				Everything happened so fast that it was hard to tell what had happened. One moment a flare of anger had erupted in Tristan, how did anyone dare try to burn him? the anger had felt so great that he had bought the woman who had burned him on to her knee's, he would have gone further and ripped her in two if it had not been for the queen's order for everyone to leave.<br><br>before he could make another move the three imps once again took him by the arms and began to drag him away, he had started kicking then and it caused another imp to come over and grab one of his legs so that with there combined strength he no longer posed a threat until he could get free.<br><br>the journy the four imps took him on was short and fairly soon Tristan found himself inside a prison cell, the bars made of some unknown metal that he could not see any of the qualities of "great now what?" he asked as the imps chattered away in there own odd language, one turned to him and said something which made the others laugh, they all staggered back when Tristan's hand pounded on the bars making a loud ringing noise, they all shuffled away, there voices sounded irritated and a little shaken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 15:24:23</strong>
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				Throughout the whole proceedings, the massive beast stood quiet and thoughtful. It was not his place to speak even though he could, it was not his place to offer counsel even though he had. His place was to simply keep the female that had been seating upon his lap safe and warm, as she required it. Under her mentions and soft motions, it was quite hard for him not to grunt or growl or even yelp. She was too much for him. Perhaps too good, but M'Gul was never one to get questioning his luck too harshly. One the first remark about him as an Overseer, his hands laced over the Queen's waist and pulled on her pale flesh gently, adjusting her over his lap and making her rub against him almost innocently. Just almost, as he throbbed underneath her. There was much they should have done, but that purple-skinned bitch tried to fight him off her.<br><br>Stupid female. Even now she had glared with evil, jealous eyes towards him. He could just grin triumphant before her, but there were other powers in this Room that he should be made more aware off. M'Gul paid an interested attention to all that happened, his chin gently pressing and scrubbing against the Queen's hair, soflty, as he groomed her still even now, publically. It was more than a show of the favour she held on him, but also a sign of the Bull's affections for that female. The Queen had been everything he could want, while Callisto had been nothing he could desire more. Perhaps some day he would yet claim revenge on the blonde-haired succubus, but for now... he sat. And waited. And soon, she was displeased.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her skin changed. Her hair changed. The colour moved from the pearly-white perfection down to a deep black that only the most wicked of females could ever display. And he found himself worried. What was happening? Should he feel... more or less excited? He could not know, but the blades and spikes that grew pressed unconfortably against his fur. He retrieved his hands from upon her frame, knowing that the Queen would most surely wrack against him in that shape. It promised rage and pain. And more. He suddenly feared having her sitting upon his lap. Her form was yet terrible to behold, but just so beautiful in a rather alien, unnatural and inhuman way. She felt yet much more seductive. He had to struggle with his flesh not to touch her again, not to press hard upon her flesh and try possessing her right at that moment. <br><br>But he decided against it. The discussion was yet growing strong, albeit he could not comprehend most of the intrigue and tensions upon the room. He would have to ask her about it all later, once they exchanged caresses once more. He throbbed underneath her once more, this time more sensibly against her rear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 22:06:08</strong>
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				<br><strong>The Throne Room</strong><br><br>Once the audience left the Throne Room, Erato, M’Gul, Callisto (still hidden) and La’cael’rah were the only ones that remained before the Queen. She had to punish her Ambassador for taking too many liberties – dangerous ones – under her rule,&nbsp; yet at the same time she didn’t want it to happen in front of the others for various reasons. As much as Erato trampled over her little game with the intention of starting another war, she had been doing it for the sake of her mistress, according to her twisted sense of devotion. Furthermore, what she said was basically what everyone was thinking for a very long time, but none dared to speak. For the very same reason Lilith had started her game in the first place: a change had to be made. Erato might have succeeded if not for her bad timing. Tristan’s mythical origin also proved to be an unpleasant surprise, thus rendering her plan useless and so…here she was, kneeled in front of the Queen with her pride shattered and her name tarnished. A true fall for a demon. <br><br>The Queen finally left&nbsp; M’Gul’s lap, approaching her most devoted subject.&nbsp; Her large, dark wings were now folded on her back while the inkblack hair almost touched the floor as she stepped on the red carpet.&nbsp; She touched Erato’s jawline, lifting her head and gazed right into her electric blue eyes. <br><br>“My proud child. If only you had a little more patience.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Lilith’s thoughts were instantly filled with Thane’s image, the trump card she had to test before its use.&nbsp; “You know what I have to do.” <br>&nbsp;If this wasn’t hell and if Erato wasn’t a demon she might have pleaded for mercy or perhaps something similar to it. Yet mercy was one of the most hated virtues and so the demoness merely nodded, knowing that whatever comes, she’ll have to take it with dignity. Still, never in her wildest nightmares did Erato imagine what was about to happen next.<br>“Overseer of the Third Layer, “ she called to M’Gul, leaving Erato’s side “I leave her punishment to you. It was, after all, one of your former..duties. Though I suspect you won’t have the same chances with my follower. “ <br><br>She did not smile, but one paying attention to details could see the corners of her eyes lifting. The thought of taking down two birds with one stone had always been a favorite of the Queen.&nbsp; Not only would she teach Erato a lesson, but she will also have the chance to find out which of them was better suited as her guardian. <br><br>“My Ambassador usually devours her enemies after their death” she said looking at M’Gul.&nbsp; Apparently defeat wasn’t an option for the hell-bred Minotaur.&nbsp; Silently she approached La’cael’rah, taking the chain attached to his collar. It broke under her fingers and she took the other end, leaning over the fae. Her dark eyes revealed desire.&nbsp; An aggressive, impatient kind of desire for which she did little to hide.<br><br>“Luckily, the task of appeasing my anger is appointed to you, brownie.”&nbsp; She gave him half of a smile, revealing her fangs and lifted him on his feet. The spikes on the Queen’s body seemed even more menacing from up close. She was truly a frightening beauty to behold.&nbsp; <br><br>On her way out, she stopped for a moment near the spot were Callisto was watching. As with Thane, Lilith knew about her presence, but said nothing. <br>Erato seemed to wake up from a dream, finally realizing that her mistress was leaving her with the beast.&nbsp; <br><br>“My Queen!” she called standing up and gripping her whip, letting it’s spiked end to fall to the ground.&nbsp; Lilith did not turn around, but waited. Was Erato going to ask for mercy after all? Will she try any tricks just to get away from this new and dangerous task?&nbsp; The tall succubus proved to be relentless in her pride.<br><br>“You shall have his heart on a silver platter.”&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>*****<br><br><br>The Queen took La’cael’rah to the nearest room herself. She didn’t have the patience to reach the Red Chamber, her powers were at their limit and threatened to let it show.&nbsp; As much as she refused to admit it herself, sending off the damned souls of her layer to another only decreased her own energy and also her followers’. Sinners were basically their “everyday meal” and the less dark energy coming from their rotten souls was there to take, the more it weakened the whole layer, from the lesser demons to the most powerful ones. <br><br>Most of Lilith’s followers fled to Earth in search of “nutrition” and had plans to return long after this little game of hers would be over.&nbsp; The Queen didn’t expect for things to turn this dangerously close to chaos and insubordination, but she had full confidence in her authority. She was a ruler of armies, after all,&nbsp; and the conquering of Khone was there to prove that she hasn’t lost her skill just yet.&nbsp; Speaking of which…<br><br>She lost Thane’s track right after he left the palace walls. Even her power had limits and beyond her keep there was still wilderness, elements which she couldn’t control unless she was actually present. There was no real escape for the Black Baron of Khone, no possibility of leaving the Second Layer.&nbsp; But having him away from the castle only meant depriving her home of his inhuman energy. The sort of energy which only a strong will such as his can conceive. And there were still so many trials he had to surpass until he would be ready for the task she had in mind. <br><br>“Hush now,” she ordered while with her strength she pinned La’cael’rah against the wall, sinking her fangs into one of his external jugular veins. Her firm body was pressed on his, while her left hand kept his head slightly upwards leaving her enough room to lick and bite his neck once more.&nbsp; Fae blood was certainly sweeter than any other, yet it did not possess quite the energy she was in need of then. Instead of calming her nerves, this only fueled her anger which in turn caused a certain kind of fierce arousal to take over her body. And so it happened that the peace-loving fae found himself assaulted in a rather strange manner.&nbsp; <br><br><br>*****<br><br><strong>Somewhere else</strong><br><br>Miles away from where the trial has reached its end, Suzafan and the angel Tahariel were sharing some “quality time” themselves. The short haired succubus simply carried her prisoner in flight along the dark hallways of the castle until they finally arrived near the outer limit leading to the entrance to the third layer, that of Gluttony. <br><br>Suzafan pressed a finger against her lips, a sign telling Tahariel to be quiet.&nbsp; Then she placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled as loud as she could. The whistle was soon followed by hellish barks and grunts. It sounded as if something large was running their way and Tahariel didn’t have to wait long before he saw the massive shape of a three-headed dog coming into view. <br><br>“Kerberos, come to momma!” Suzafan spread her arms wide to embrace to beast and while one of its head was licking the white cheeks of the demoness with glee, the other two were barking and growling viciously at the angel.&nbsp; <br><br>Suzafan’s tail was moving from left to right, both wagging their tails in perfect sync. It would have been a touching moment too, if not for the succubus’ next move, which she did with a wide wicked grin on her seductive features. <br><br>“Go get’im boy! He’s all yours!”&nbsp; she said and her mad laughter filled the corridor matched only by Cerberus’ barks. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 00:37:54</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> The Whistling</div><div class="spoiler_body">Song of the Whippoorwill (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXnnfg1CepE#) </div></div>By the time the Queen got to the poor,s cared Fae, she'd find him huddled up, knees pressed against his chest, hands wrapped around his knees, back against the back of the throne. His head was kept down low, resting on his knees, and he was lowly humming some sort of pleasant, bird-like whistling tune, reminiscent of whipper-wills. <br><br>Of course, that stopped the moment she deigned to pick him up, like some sort of object, and he looked at her as if she were some wolf, ready to rip him apart for a meal; a comparison that might not be altogether unfounded. <br><br>Every so often as they walk, a low little whimpering whine makes its way out of the Fae's throat, clearly knowing that some sort of horrific fate awaits him somewhere, and that he was not likely to ever find his way out of this infernal, labyrinthian place. <br><br>He finds himself invariably pinned against the wall, and their is the briefest of moments where one might think he was trying to escape; though his attempt is so weak and pitiable that one could just write it off as a reaction to being pinned down, and not a conscious effort on his part. <br><br>He grows quiet as she wishes, being hopeful that ceasing his whining would somehow lead him to be spared whatever it was she was planning to do with him. Such thoughts, however, are quickly proven wrong, when those fangs of hers make their way for his neck.<br><br>She will find, perhaps understandably, that his whole body stiffens and tenses up; but the moment those fangs puncture his skin, and begin to draw deeply of his magic-infused blood, he just goes slack, and only remains held up by virtue of the fact she was holding him. It was as if every muscle in his body went slack; and, even against his own will, she will find a new sound working its way out of him. A groan... perhaps of pleasure? <br><br>Still, hope remained. Maybe if he can just endure whatever she has planned for him, maybe if he makes her happy enough, she'll let him go free! Or at least give him chocolate, which would make this whole ordeal at least somewhat more tolerable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 01:15:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div>Tahariel<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Suzafan<br><hr><br>He was in the unique position to perhaps most accurately understand the consequences of what had just occurred, consequences that weighed heavily on his mind now.&nbsp; It was like he was in a different world, viewing the rest of the throne room as through a fishbowl lens.&nbsp; Everything was alien and strange besides the heavy reality of the mortal's spirit before him.&nbsp; Sounds in the room may as well have been spoken through water, as garbled and unintelligible as they were.&nbsp; In an ocean of lust and hate and fear and pride he was a lone island of sympathy and sorrow and humility.<br><br>The lull in conversation-and in geology-brought him from his reverie, though he still only half-listened to the events around him.&nbsp; The Queen had ordered him to be watched and not allowed to escape.&nbsp; He knelt slowly, retrieving his ripped and dirtied robe, tying it around his waist to give him some modicum of modesty that he'd recently been stripped of.&nbsp; Of course now they all knew what he looked like naked, but that was hardly the point.&nbsp; Suzafan's comment brought a brief smile of amusement to his lips before he turned to follow her down the long halls of the second layer of hell.<br><br>He was not familiar with the strange twists and turns of Hells that his captor-escort was taking him through, though he paid quiet attention to where he was being led, turning an eye to Suzafan from time to time.&nbsp; He decided to remain silent and contemplative until he was directly addressed, it seemed easier than trying find the right time to speak only to be struck for choosing poorly.&nbsp; His expression turned quizzical as she indicated that he should be silent, wondering where it was they were sneaking to now.&nbsp; Her sweet moment with what he could only assume was her pet brought him to a wry smile before it was quickly interrupted by the hellhound being turned loose onto him.&nbsp; With a start he stumbled back, landing squarely on his tailbone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 14:14:15</strong>
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				<strong>Suzafan</strong><br><strong>Tagged Tahariel</strong><br><br>&nbsp;<br>Slick, slobbery saliva spilled out of the beast’s three mouths as Cerberus growled viciously above Tahariel’s slightly crouched frame.&nbsp; All three heads were towering him, ready to bite the instant he’d make a sudden move. His white wings were soiled with mud, but at least this one was odorless unlike the foul stench in which the sinners of the Third Circle were spending eternity.<br><br>Suzafan chuckled and licked her lips, obviously satisfied with the sight before her. As predicted, Tahariel did not only prove to be compliant in the presence of her sisters, but also in the face of danger. He did not posses a single stubborn bone in his body, telling Suzafan that a more obedient prisoner than him would be hard to find in this world.<br><br>She came closer to the two and pulled the beast by its tail, dragging him away from the angel. Cerberus barely felt her touch, but Suzafan was strong enough to move him. Petting its head, she gazed Tahariel with renewed interest.<br><br>“I think the two of us will have a lot of fun during your <em> visit.</em>”&nbsp; she emphasized the last word knowing all too well that there was no chance he’ll ever make it out of here. She did not wish a war with the angels more than her Queen – which is to say, not at all – but from the moment he was brought here to the time of his so-called trial, surely Tahariel had realized that no one will ever let him go. After all, Hell’s Mistress had given Suzafan free hand to kill him for good, a task achieved only by sinking him in the molten lava found in the last circle, were Lucifer reigned. Luckily, Tahariel wasn’t informed about this particular detail, otherwise he’d surely know what a tremendous hassle his own death can cause and how eagerly the Queen wished to avoid it.<br><br>Loving the sound of his hitched breath, Suzafan ordered her pet to sit and approached the celestial, placing her right leg on top of his bare chest, pinning him to the ground. Bending her knee she towered over him, giving Tahariel a good view of her voluptuous front.<br><br>“Let’s see what else will make you this yielding” she purred, touching his groin as she leaned down. <br><br><br><strong>The Queen<br>Tagged La’cael’rah</strong><br><br>Fae blood was certainly sweeter than anything she had before. Not only that, but it was also a potent aphrodisiac for her kind. Without gentleness she dragged him over to the bed and pinned him beneath her once more as she licked and tasted his neck, closing his wound with her saliva. She used the chain still attached to his collar to tie his hands above his head, smothering him with her large breasts in the meantime. There was not a trace of the sophisticated, awkwardly gentle white being he first met and pleased before. Lilith was a feral creature, bound to instinct and carnal desires which happened to also possess an excessive amount of power. The wisdom she earned with age and experience was kept under lock, somewhere deep within the subconscious eachtime she took this shape. There was no room for reason when nature took over and Lilith was the embodiment of nature itself in its darkest form. <br><br>The spikes around her body were scratching La’cael’rah’s skin, piercing it from time to time due to her dynamic movement. She retracted them the moment it became uncomfortable for her, wanting to feel his warm skin on hers. Lilih was literally a cold blooded creature and it took more than fae blood to warm her up. Her tongue explored his chest and stomach and as she went down on his body, she felt his member growing hard beneath her soft breasts. He was ready. Placing one foot besides him with the right knee raised off the bed while the other was resting on the sheets, Lilith took his member and placed it inside of her. She purred and brought her hands on his chest, pushing herself against and away from his body, using her right leg as leverage. The movement was slow, but firm and slightly violent. It wasn’t meant to please him, but herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 14:29:41</strong>
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				His typical protests seemingly come to an end when those bountiful, beautiful breasts of the Queen smother his face; perhaps the sudden difficulty of breathing had something to do with that? Or perhaps he was more man than some think, and like any man, when a wonderful pair of knockers is right there like that, they stop thinking about everything else in the world.<br><br>In fact,&nbsp; while she may have sensed some earlier, conflicted arousal from him, she would now feel it quite thoroughly, and unadulterated by confusion.&nbsp; As fickle as the Fae could be, it seemed boobs were a weakness and fondness for him, like most males.<br><br>His arms are easily bound, as he offers her no resistance; he knows better. Or thinks he does, at any rate. If he just cooperates, he'll get more tits, or, wait.,.. escape. Yeah, that's right! Escape. Possibly into the arms of an equally well endowed Dryad. But first a shower, the filth of this place is horrifying. Not that he can think about that too clearly right now, however; it was more like a needling after-thought.<br><br>Every pierce of his skin, however, seemed to bring alternating bouts of confusion and clarity. It distracted him from her assets, but also mixed oddly with his current state of extreme arousal. Not that those wounds tended to linger for long; it must be a sadist's dream, to see that something can quickly heal. Yet, it's certainly not the first time The Queen would have seen such a thing, for sure; still, it bared note taking. Thin and ethereal as he may seem, he might have much more resilience than appearances would lead one to believe. <br><br>But, then again, wasn't that, precisely, the very thing about Fae? Never trust their appearances. <br><br>As he feels his manroot plunged into her cold, wet interior, he shuddered at the oddity; and yet, he still ends up gasping, and groaning. However, her rough pushing seems to quiet him down; at least, for now. For sure, she'd find a way to make him scream one way or another soon enough... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 15:54:12</strong>
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				Groans and moans, musical in their way as they came from a Brownie, reached her ears and Lilith closed her eyes. She was basking in a whirlpool of pleasure filled sounds and feelings, using the Fae’s hot thickness to warm her from the inside out. She moved like the ocean waves in winter hitting against the cliffs, coming to take him deeper and deeper, forceful and arousing.&nbsp; She scratched him, almost tenderly if not for the intensity given to this gesture, then came to clench his waistline, pinning him further against the bed. Pleasure and power filled her, making the Queen crave for more. <br><br>She had no time to waste with pleasantries or games. La’cael’rah was her pet and toy, an available source of energy at any given time.&nbsp; She was around him and above him, leaning forth so that her plump breasts may reach his lips. The dark Queen grabbed the chain adorning his wrists and held it, pushing herself back and forth against him.&nbsp; The chains crumbled beneath her fingers and his hands were set free, but not allowed to do as he pleased with them. She arched her back and placed his soft fingers on her waistline, letting the other knee to fall in line with his body. This time she moved in a more sensuous manner, leaning and arching herself with the movement, purring with delight. It was a low, feral purr, similar to nothing else he might have heard before. <br><br>Deep dark eyes gazed into his, making another connection that would further bind him to her.&nbsp; Silky black strands of hair were slowly wrapping themselves around his legs and arms, keeping him trapped in her embrace as she caressed his cheeks. She was gradually increasing the rhythm of their dance, but La'cael'rah seemed to whitstand her violent moves heroically. His knees were dragged upwards against her back, holding her more comfortably on top of him. Her inner muscles clenched around his manhood as she moved up and down. And so, she forced him to release his seed inside of her once more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 16:05:40</strong>
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				<strong>"You shall be silent."</strong><br><br>M'Gul growled once he finally stood up. They were alone on the Throne room now that the Queen herself had left it with one another fo the gifts her infernal servants had brought her.&nbsp; She had threatened him right before his new mate and Mistress. Was she that stupid? The Minotaur grew furious, but beyond his powerful command towards her for shutting up, he concealed his rage under a facade to expressionless features. After all, for that his bovine side worked quite well - to conceal him. Most did not really knew how to read the face of a Bull, less so with him. <br><br>Standing up tall and mighty from the Throne that he would held for his Queen as long as she allowed and favoured him to the task, M'Gul suddenly roared his displeasure. Erato would not escape him, and despite her physical prowess - similar enough to his own might so that she managed to pull him from his Mistress and throw him off away. He stood up, stretching his powerful arms before he leaped without any warning, covering up the distance between Erato and the Throne even as she started to lift her arm, the wicked razor on the end of her whip flickering in the air, ready to tear a nasty gash against his thick hide as she had tried to stop his charge.<br><br>But the efford was feebled down once his left hand closed around her forearm, and the whip fell to the ground as he suddenly twisted her arm painfully in a quick movement. However, Erato was once the Queen's foremost protector, and she would not allow herself to be bested by such a monstrosity from the Lower Layers. Her leg came up to try swatting her knee against his underbelly, but the Minotaur took the blow with a slight grunt but little more. M'Gul's scent of wet fur overpowered her for a briefest of moments, just enough so that he could give her head a straight, open-fisted smash. It's palm landed upon the purple-skinned succubus' nose, sending her head violently back as he still held her arm. <br><br>She lost her balance. The whole world had gone to black and grey and blinking, glimmering stars as she grunted back, and started to fell. Her legs would feel weak for some moments, and she could hear the malignant snort of the minotaur as M'Gul held her true from the ground and threw her back to the floor just before the Throne. <br><br>And again, he would be all over her. This time, he crouched against her laying form as she struggled against herself to clear her mind and vision from the dulling pain. His hands came for her own forearms again, trying to pin her down the floor in a wrestle match between such physically powerful hellish fiends.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 16:17:42</strong>
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				The scratches were just barely enough to draw blood, the sweet, candy-like smell of which may very well be driving the Queen even wilder than she already was; who's to say but the Queen herself, though? And yet, the scratches do not seem to last for long, as his skin naturally mends itself before their eyes; if they were not both too busy looking at other things.<br><br>The whole world might as well be the Queen's breasts right about now. So large, with the erect, luscious looking nipples. He broke eye contact with them briefly, just barely glancing upward at the Queen's face as she rode him; but then, perhaps fearing that she might take that poorly, or perhaps simply coming to terms with his place, his eyes are cast down, once more.<br><br>The chains seemed to become little more than dust under the Queen's powerful grip, and though that freed him, he knew that he was, for the moment, trapped; mostly by Her, but his own arousal tied him, too.<br><br>Briefly again, his eyes seemed to look upward, but this time, they ended up locked with the Queen's own, and he did not break them this time. He looked almost spellbound; almost being the key word there. A Brownie might be a natural born sub, but all Fae were possessed of tremendous willpower, and for the moment, he seemed to endure whatever sorcery might be at work. For now, at least.<br><br>He was only vaguely aware of how her hair had begun to wound its way around his limbs, as if possessed of their own will; and briefly, when he realized what was happening, he was once more reminded of the times he has spent with Dryads, and their fondness for using vines to bind their 'prey' during Summer.<br><br>His body contorted easily, and as she wished; he was, at the very least, double-jointed, which made sense, given his particular sub-type. But, soon enough, that didn't matter here nor there, for he was quickly emptying himself within the Queen, filling her with his seed and his vitality. The process of climaxing drew another series of low, throaty sounds of happiness and contentment from La'Cael'Rah.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 18:35:38</strong>
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				with the imps that guarded his cell far away enough that they seemed unaware of everything he was doing, Tristan was finally able to calm himself down enough to start feeling self conscious about his lack of cloths "man there were so many people in there and they all saw me naked!" he cried, covering his face with his hands "i'm never going to live that down!" <br>&nbsp;<br>A soft chuckle came from behind him then and he turned around to see a middle aged man standing there, he had a long bushy black beard that looked like it had been to close to a fire as there were embers scattered all over it, both his hands and face were covered in soot but that didn't stop the scars from showing<br>"this place was far to easy to break into" the man muttered, wiping the soot from his hands over his blacksmiths apron "you have done well to have survived down here this long Tristan, it would piss my uncle Hade's off to no end that the newer version of the underworld is so lax in its security"<br>Tristan gasped as he realized who the strange man was "Y-your Hephestus! the Greek god of Smiths and fire!" the man nodded<br>"I am also your father, or at the least one of your fathers, you see the man who raised you is your father physically but seeing as i possessed his body when you were concieved you are also mine, and as such i come bearing gifts fit for my son" <br><br>It was then that Tristan noticed the large brown sack that his father had been holding onto, he reached in and pulled out the first item, it looked like a chunk of metal, its shape undefined yet it looked strong, bronze but with a strange but with an UN-natural glow to it "this is celestial bronze, the metal used to build all the gods weapons and armors, it will take the form of any weapon or item you want, so long as you shape it with this" it was then that he pulled out a hammer "this hammer has been enchanted so that you need only think of the metals shape and keep hitting it until it's perfect, if you press the button on the butt of its hilt it will disguise itself" doing as instructed Tristan pressed the button and the hammer turned into a ring "lastly i have bought you cloths" he pulled out what looked like an outfit taken from his own wardrobe "i er, visited your house first and picked these up, i modified them so they have traces of Celestial bronze in them and there now also fire resistant" the last part made Tristan blush but he slipped on the cloths and placed the now disguised hammer on his finger "does the bronze have a disguise?" he asked <br>"ah yes, just squeeze it really tight until it takes the form of your choice but choose carefully, it cant change its disguise after" Tristan nodded and then thought hard on what shape he wanted, seconds later the bronze had become a necklace, much like the one he had been wearing before it was disintegrated <br>"erm, thanks dad" he said "so what happens now?" the man smiled<br>"now i leave and you choose what you want to do next, i can't break you out of here but i can give you advice, war is coming to the second layer of hell, make sure you survive it, i have given you the tools, use them wisely" with that the man burst into flames and was gone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 09:40:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><strong>Tahariel</strong><br>Tagging:&nbsp; Suzafan<br><hr><br>The initial shock wore off quickly, though that still left him on the muddy ground with a three-headed beast pinning him at the shoulders.&nbsp; It was difficult to know what to expect, ever since he'd arrived things continued to throw him off-balance, Hell was truly a strange place for an Angel.&nbsp; When it seemed that the hound wasn't going to actually attack he relaxed slightly, keeping his eyes focused intently on what the beast may do next, though he was certainly pleased when it was pulled away from him and replaced by the beautiful demoness.<br><br>As her foot came down onto his chest, pinning him at least slightly more gently than the three-headed beast had been, he couldn't help but follow it up the length of her body with his cerulean eyes until they locked onto her own.&nbsp; He didn't know what to feel, caught somewhere between lust and defiance.&nbsp; He knew that he couldn't leave, that they wouldn't ever let him leave.&nbsp; But still he wasn't sure he wanted to leave either.&nbsp; If he did manage to escape this place he would be duty bound to inform the Host of what he knew, and when he did that he knew that a true war would be inevitable.&nbsp; How many more would have to suffer and die if such a war were to occur?&nbsp; He couldn't really say, but if he stayed here then he could keep this secret until the end of time.&nbsp; But what would become of him?&nbsp; He imagined being the plaything of demons, or worse yet becoming a demon himself.&nbsp; Strange how these things turn out.&nbsp; He wondered how long he could hold out against the corruption of Hell, and he wondered if he really needed to in light of his resignation to stay within this place.<br><br>The thoughts coursing through his mind did little to still the hurried beating of his heart, which Suzafan could feel beneath the sole of her foot, and the lust-fueled blood surging into his slightly aroused cock, hidden though it was beneath his torn and muddy robe.<br><br>"I don't think we need to mince words...you and I both know that I likely won't ever be leaving Hell," there was a faint sadness in his eyes, but also a hopefulness that his sacrifice would not be in vain.&nbsp; He shifted uncomfortably beneath her foot, his wings pressed between his back and the ground at a rather unfortunately angle.&nbsp; His eyes, meanwhile, slipped down her neck to her chest before quickly looking away in another direction as she leaned down over him.&nbsp; His breath caught in his throat as her hand found his stiffening member through the robes he was wearing.<br><br>His eyes went back to hers, the sky-blue filled with stormy clouds of conflicting emotions, speaking volumes where his lips could find no words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 22:32:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/1074483.jpg)</div><br>Sakkara watched Thane carefully, almost able to see the machinations of his thoughts. Within his eyes she witnessed his thoughts of opportunity, as well as a hungry lust. Yet it was the thought of battle with her that sparked his gaze the most, and it sent a delicious thrill through her sleek crimson frame. <strong> “ If you do not wish to leave? Then you shall get what you deserve... surely..”</strong><br><br>The sword tossed in her direction was caught easily, black lips curling in disdain at the weapon. Whirling the blade easily she would slam it into the chest of the nearest dead Guard, a testament to her easy victory. Her own sword was much more beautiful and powerful, sitting in wait in her private quarters, named Nightmare, and holding vampiric energies, feeding upon the blood of her enemies. Onyx hues would settle upon Thane once more as he gave his name, and acquiesced to follow her lead. Without a word, she would step close to Thane, pressing her body to his. With a purr she would move to her toes, nuzzling her face against his neck even as her wings surrounded them both in a cocoon of darkness. Her arms would lift to slide around his broad torso, hands sliding up his muscled back, and she would croon low. <strong> “ How delightful...”</strong><br><br>In the blink of an eye, traveling through the Shadows she controlled, the pair would emerge within the inky blackness at the edges of the chamber the Queen now toyed with her Fae in. Stepping back from her prisoner, massive wings would lower to her back as she placed herself bodily in front of the Black Baron, her visage taking on it's normal cold stoicism. Sakkara did not fear Lilith's wrath upon entering without permission, and in fact waited for the moment she knew the Fae had released, allowing the Queen this moment of 'feeding'. Poor, weak Lilith. She needed all the strength she could get for what was to eventually come, and Sakkara sought nothing more then a strong opponent. <br><br>Clearing her throat, the Shadows would sweep away from the General and her quarry, leaving them standing in full view for Lilith to see. A slight dip of her head towards the Queen accompanied Sakkara's words, yet there was no inflection in her tone. There was no reverence, nor fear, nor anything. Her timbre was cold stone much as her dark visage. <strong> “ My Queen. I found this human at the borders, and have brought him to you. He bested your own Guard, who I have punished for their weakness. He seeks to win favor, by battling me. I have agreed to his request. Yet I sense something else has passed the Gate, and I must away, to pin that one down as well. What are your orders.”</strong><br><br>Sakkara knew what she was doing. She knew she was treading a thin line with the Queen, but she did it with expertise. She may have entered the Queens presence without permission, but she had brought a grand prize with her. She may have offered herself up to a battle the Queen did not order, and basically told the Queen how <em>she</em> was going to do things, but Sakkara had slid under that as well by seeking the Queens will. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 13:31:48</strong>
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				<strong>"What are..."</strong> his sentence never ended as she opened her wings.<br><strong>"Ah..."</strong> he said embracing the realisation of what occurred with his usual quick wit. Teleportation was not unknown to his world but never performed with such casual ease by the Necromancers of Khone or the Mages of the world he came from. Once more testament to Sakara's power... and hence proof that she was both an infinitely useful pawn and a foe of uncanny power in the context of this cesspit of depravity.<br><br>If a moment of surprise slithered across his gaze Thane hid it with his usual aptitude. For a mortal from an emotion-drive race of puny fleshthings the Black Baron was frigid and aloof as could be. All thought and emotion hidden behind walls of logic, rationality and bold defiance.<br>The Queen was granted a whiff of impression as he rose up a black eyebrow at the unexpected and rather decadent sight before him but wisely held his tongue. He was in the court of the opposing player, best tread carefully. For he recognized the flawless beauty before her. If the General appealed to the general and conqueror in him... for Sakkara was a women of visually blatant might, control and boundless physical prowess... the Queen caught the attention of the statesman and lord in him. Despite having treacherous demons and devils swooping around her... and having to deal with a ravenous meticulous powerplayer like the leatherclad general she maintained complete control it seemed. Or at least for now. Given from what he had deduced so far, many things in their hierarchies and ways were akin to humanity. And this meant things were more influenceable than they all perhaps realized.<br>Though his face showed no emotion only 'humble restraint', his mind's eye projected an inward smirk of malicious intent. A second plan already forming in his mind. The first would require copious amounts of blood... blood his talent for bloodshed might be able to achieve given time and of course opportunity...<br>The second plan would require... information, patience and the right 'tool'. And he had already found that too. Albeit one that was likely to backstab and use him in turn. But then he was playing his lifelong game on an entirely different level of power. With potential rewards and risks undoubtably all tenfold if not more increased.<br>His dark blue gaze fixed the Queen and he put a hand on his massive pale chest and bowed lightly. He did not speak. Best to show politeness and submissiveness without risking to say things that would go against protocol. He did not know the traditions of these <em>'things'</em> but he would learn... until then he had to improvize as good as he could and hope he didn't end up decapitated due to an indiscretion or a challenge posed at the wrong time at the wrong place.<br><strong><em>'Like a wounded wolf in the lion's den...'</em></strong> he thought.<br>Sakkara was still under his skin. Her vile blood coursing in him. He felt her... he smelled her in the strangest and most vibrant of ways.<br>Unexpectedly the image of the winged goddess, chained before him appeared, his own massive hands reaching to unclasp her black top... but he chased away the image, temporarily freeing himself from the latent desire within him. The General was smart and he had a hunch about what she had done to him just not how it worked and if it was a permanent effect.<br>He suspected she could not read his mind due to it but what about images or emotions? Gateways could go both ways after all. Or perhaps she merely sought to unbalance him? Toy with him? Or... the true intent was cruder, more primitive and far more... 'enjoyable' albeit distracting.<br>As he glanced from the corner of his eyes, his deep blue gaze met her eyes and the two fixed each other for but a tiny moment.<br>He smiled ever so lightly, wondering if she got his message?<br>But then his gaze fixed the compromized Queen fully, attempting to ignore the situation. For the sight of the Fae filled him with instinctive even downright conservative distaste.<br>The things a man did to reach his <em>manifest destiny</em>...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 14:01:23</strong>
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				<strong>To her surprise</strong><br><br>She took the Fae seed with utmost delight, allowing La’cael’rah to express both his contentment and hers in that unearthly, musical tone of his. Her mind was already set on the second time. While the first one&nbsp; brought her what she craved for, it was hardly enough. <br>With less than a second before Sakkara cleared her throat to announce her presence,&nbsp; the Queen turned her head to face her General. Expressionless at first, just like the crimson beauty before her, Lilith allowed herself to&nbsp; manifest anger through her gaze alone.&nbsp; No one dared to interfere with her “feedings”.&nbsp; Lilith was far from being.. bashful or even secretive about her ways with the male gender, yet she had a real cult for intimacy. To her, every intercourse was a ritual and while she let go of useless incantations and other such trivialities a long time ago, the mysticism of it all still remained.&nbsp; Perhaps as a reminder of the old ways, when humans used to offer themselves to “the dark goddess”.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a thin line indeed…<br><br>Aflamed with anger, the Queen’s eyes narrowed as she took notice of the Black Baron’s presence.&nbsp; He was not only alive as expected, but also in a better shape than he should have been. So Sakkara did favor him, how interesting. <br><br><em>The General seeks to play <span class="bbc_u"> with </span> her Queen…”</em> Lilith realized and the thought itself was enough to excite her mind and willpower like they have never been driven before. Finally someone who was not afraid to step <em>out</em> of the game and challenge the player. After all, it’s not really that fun to play by yourself, even if the pawns have a mind of their own.&nbsp; <br>She gracefully raised herself away from La’cael’rah’s body, freeing him of the restraints as she left their bed to approach the two. Dark spikes came forth once more to cover the Queen’s body, yet leaving the essence of her feminine traits revealed.&nbsp; <br><br>“You must fear for your realm, Baron of Khone” she addressed the man standing before her with a wicked spark in her eyes. “A pity you won’t get to rule it. “&nbsp; <br>This was certainly beyond the rules of her game.&nbsp; As she was connected to each and every creature that dwelt in the Second Layer, the Queen had felt her Captain’s death as well as that of her Guards.&nbsp; Why and how it happened, that remained to be seen.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ve seen the light entering our Gates as well” she said refering to the second&nbsp; Angel that came to pay Hell a visit, probably in search of his “brother”.&nbsp; “Go and deal with it, but take this one to my chambers first. You have my permission to carry your…duel….” As she said that, her eyes narrowed again.&nbsp; A battle between her General and a human was certainly something to look forward to. <br><br>“…as soon as you finish your task. “ <br><br>She opened a rift to their right which allowed direct passage to the Red Chamber. <br><br>“There are things you perhaps need an explanation for.”&nbsp; She addressed Thane again “it won’t take long until you’ll get one. ” <br><br>The Queen’s eyes lingered on Sakkara’s features before allowing both of them to leave.<br><br>“You’ve done well, but interrupt me like this again and I’ll forget how valuable you are to this realm.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 14:18:02</strong>
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				He murmured, odd, bird-like noises drifting away from him; mostly from pleasure. Their were few--or, possibly, quite a few-- who could say they had the distinct honor and privilege of practically being raped by the demon Queen, and he was one of them. <br><br>However, they were soon being dropped in on quite rudely and unexpectedly, and this agitated the Fae's propensity for shyness. He would seemingly disappear to the Baron; although if he had any degree of magical prowess, he might be able to make out a thin outline of the stealthy, invisible Brownie.<br><br>Quiet as can be, the Fae slips out of the bed, but, his in-born OCD compels him to first arrange the sheets. All very nice, neat, orderly, and cleansed with cantrips of their sweat, bodily fluid, and the bits of grime that were probably imperceptible to all but the domestic-focused race to which he belonged.<br><br>After that bit is done, though, he commences with the hiding. Specifically, he grabs onto the wall, and much like a spider, scales up it; his movement is effortless, and absolutely silent. His breathing, light as it was, was louder than his moving, for the Brownie's natural shyness made them natural masters of both magical and mundane stealth. He would find a nice little corner of the ceiling to cower in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 15:43:15</strong>
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				<strong>To her bewilderment</strong><br><br>Erato literally took the floor, landing on her back with a loud thud. Before she could come to her senses, the large beast was on top of her,&nbsp; holding both her arms into place against the floor. A situation she hardly remembered ever going through.&nbsp; <br><br>An unsuccessful attempt to hit him in the groins ended up with her pinned beneath M’Gul.&nbsp; Perhaps a kick to the stomach was the obvious choice, considering her large hooves.&nbsp; But then she had learned a thing or two from her Queen in the many centuries they went through together. <br><br>“Bra-vo!” she said and her body relaxed, looking as if she was melting beneath him. “You got me” she growled seemingly at peace with the fact that the Queen’s new guardian was faster and perhaps stronger than her.&nbsp; Erato’s knees slowly came up towards her stomach in sync with her devious smile as it curled her mouth.&nbsp; She felt M’Gul’s heavy breath upon her and his full weight almost crushing her bones, but she had more strength&nbsp; and resistance than many of her sisters. <br><br>“Let’s see what the big boy’s got that I haven’t seen before….” She mocked and brought her knees around his large member, massaging it at first, then strongly squeezing it just enough to draw his attention away from her features.&nbsp; Using the momentum, she bit his right arm, sinking her teeth into his flesh, trying hard not to choke on his fur. The bite was strong enough to make him release her arm and in that moment she grabbed his large horn and smashed his head against the Throne with all her strength. <br><br>Part of her body was still beneath his, but this time she had the chance to escape his grip by placing one of her own upon him. Her whip was still in her other hand and so she used it to wrap it around the Bull’s neck while her legs kept his body trapped from the side. <br><br>“I’ll give you the gift of death, animal. After all, it’s better than your wretched existence.” <br><br><br><strong>To her amazement</strong><br><br>Suzafan found out that even Celestials were prone to temptation, pretty much like humans were. Tahariel’s bulge was more than prove of that and not to her disappointment, it reacted under her brief touch. The large hound was growling and barking still, drawing the attention of other demons and their servants who came to see what the commotion was all about. It was a hard task to take a demon by surprise, but Tahariel succeeded just by being there. Red and black eyes widened in surprise as they realized why the creature pinned by one of their kind had such beautiful, white wings. <br><br>Supposedly Suzafan made a grave mistake when she dragged the Celestial all the way to the entrance of the Third Layer. Not only will the news start to spread again, but this time they’ll be more than just rumors.&nbsp; In reality, Suzafan knew exactly how to turn this situation into the Queen’s advantage. Sooner or later, the nine rulers of Hell, including Lucifer himself were bound to learn the truth so why not show the public what it wished to see?&nbsp; Even bending that truth a little bit… It was one thing to have an Angel as a prisoner, shackled and tortured, forced to suffer the weight of all hellish punishments like any other sinner. That certainly will bring nothing but disdain and suffering to Lilith and all her followers. But having a <strong>willing</strong> and <strong>corrupted</strong> Celestial in their power, the biggest trophy on the Queen’s shelf..well, that was a different approach.<br><br>She laughed and lewdly stroked Tahariel’s groin, stealing a suppressed groan of pleasure from him in front of the others. The public manifested various reactions: from obscene cheerings and loud manifestations of approval, to violent growls of anger and requests that the angel should be killed first and his corpse saved as a plaything for later. It was only the Third Cirlce, that of Gluttony and already Tahariel had seen that the succubi were actually kind and mannered compared to what dwelt in the other layers of hell. <br><br>“And just imagine what my circle would be like….” Suzafan threatened with a smile on her deceptively sweet face. “…now be a dear and don’t pretend like you don’t want this…” she said mounting him and licking his lips before her tongue parted them to french kiss her prisoner. <br><br>No one interfered and a strange silence took over the group of demons. This was a real feast for their eyes,&nbsp; seeing a succubus having her way with one of “those”, as they often called the Celestials.&nbsp; Ever since Lilith was appointed Queen of the Second Layer none of them ever got a chance to indulge their vile taste for voyeurism anymore.&nbsp; The succubi were never particulary keen on keeping to themselves when it came to this matters and their so-called duties and there was even a time when demons from the other circles were invited to take part in their orgies, regardless of title or power. After Lilith took the Throne and enforced her own set of rules, the Second Layer gradually turned into an “exclusive club” where entrance was no longer allowed except on certain occasions. This actually increased the “value” and power of her layer in many ways. By harvesting a specific type of dark energy, the female demons became better and stronger with each feeding.&nbsp; On the other hand, it kept the other demons away from their business and so the Queen was able to do pretty much what she wanted, when she wanted, regardless of authority.&nbsp; <br><br>While for Suzafan this was a simple display of what the succubi were usually all about, for Tahariel no doubt this situation was more than embarrassing.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Lilith and her Fae</strong><br><br>So it began. The intricate machinations which threatened to change the course of demonic history took their turn on the stage . The ruler and the ruled, the wrongdoers and the wronged, <em>quod superius sicut quot inferius </em> – as above, so below.&nbsp; <br><br>For Lilith who had lived so long, history was always bound to repeat itself.&nbsp; For now, history can wait. <br><br>She had seen her General enter the passage with the Konish ruler and still held her gaze on the very same spot long after the rift was closed again. A meeting with the “magnificent bastard” she sought herself from the land of Khone wasn’t supposed to take place so soon and especially not under such conditions. Sakkara proved slicker than Caliko herself this time, bringing him to the Queen when she was in a less than “royal” situation, although the position itself wasn’t far from the concept of power. <br><br>What kind of power, that remained to be determined.&nbsp; With her deep gaze Lilith beckoned La’cael’rah to return to the bed which he so neatly placed in order moments before. She was accustomed by now with his unique reaction to fear, that strange habit to reach for the ceiling or cower in a corner. Throughout the ages she had seen many displays of cowardice or despair, especially from the human kind.&nbsp; All were pathetic and stirred nothing more than disgust. La’cael’rah showed neither cowardice, nor despair and this was perhaps the only honest manifestion of instinctual fear she had witnessed so far.&nbsp; Strange how a creature from the most insidious of realms could be so candid. <br><br>“On your stomach” she said and the fae complied, probably asking himself when will this confusing ordeal come to an end. Shouldn’t it be over already, hasn’t she drained him just minutes before? Certainly fear proved useful as an aphrodisiac many times before, yet it seemed the fae was not one of those kind of males. She had to be inventive about it, especially when patience was never part of her character. So Lilith, not wishing to use her blood again to arouse her pet for the third time that day, decided to use his instead.&nbsp; And something else on the side. Long, slender fingers came to stroke La’cael’rah’s rear gently and enticing before she slapped him hard on both sides, causing his blood to flow rapidly to that region. Hopefully without causing a bruise. <br><br>“On your back” she went on with the orders and placed herself on top of him once more, rather let down by the results. “Not hard enough, my love…” she whispered and for a brief moment the fae heard the gentle tone of voice belonging to her other form before Lilith’s eyes grew darker. She leaned against him and brought her round, firm breasts to his lips once more . “Drink “ it’s all she said before the sweetest of aphrodisiacs filled his mouth. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 00:25:14</strong>
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				It was a simple matter, really; the Brownie's were known as being Solitary, those Barrow-Dweller's who chose to isolate themselves; such an isolation kept them away from the machinations, tricks, lies, hedonism, and all other such 'fae' things, which the Trooping Fae loved so very, very much. <br><br>Divorced from the Bedlam of the Gentry's Courts, he, and many of his kind, were honest, simple--but still so very complex--; though they could be just as fickle as the others of their kind. Fickleness was a sort of defining trait of their entire race. <br><br>He murmured quietly, and made the sound like a whipper-will again, pausing only for the briefest of moments before acquiescing to her desires. He crawled his way along the wall, back down to the bed. He laid out flat, small, toned butt facing the direction the Queen was in.<br><br>The slapping of his rear earned her some yelping that, even then, managed to hang onto that strangely lyrical quality that his voice always seemed to possess.&nbsp; It was a curiosity; but then again, was he not one of the Fair Folk? They were all curious, in their own way. That, too, was a defining trait.<br><br>He was not altogether bothered by this; he was rather accustomed to the rough way in which Dryad's liked to mate, and it actually made him perhaps a bit less frightened of the Queen; the familiarity had a way of soothing the jitters.<br><br>Commanded to roll over, he did so, and though the Queen climbed atop him, in all her profane loveliness, she would find that his girth was... quite deflated. The most she could get out of him was a sort of half-erection, as it was only mere moments ago that she had drained him; and at least for this male, time, or something else, would be needed to get everything in working order once more.<br><br>Her breasts drew closer to him, but even then, that was not enough to draw any further arousal from him. But, when she commanded him to drink from her, he complied without hesitation; he had a fondness for breasts, especially the large ones, like the Queen had, and to suckle upon them would be a nice treat.<br><br>What came out from them, however, was an odd treat; milk? Or...something. He wasn't sure what it was, just that it tasted good, and made him feel stronger and... very, very horny. His erection would actually spring to life so quickly, his rod ends up whacking right against her backside with noteworthy force.<br><br>And for the first time in his life, he became unaware of the dust motes that were practically omnipresent; all his mind seemed to be concerned with was getting more of the sweet tasting liquid, and sex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 21:46:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://gallery.xcave.net/images/wallpapers/others/Purgatori_wp003.jpg)</div><br>Subservience. Something so very much not in Sakkara's repertoire. The sounds of the little Fae, all twittering and soft sent her hackles to rise. Pathetic and weak. Not worthy in the least of enjoying a true Queens attentions. Yet none of these thoughts would register upon the stoic features of the General as she stood before Lilith. The slight bow that Thane offered the Queen was witnessed, and indeed, onyx eyes met his blue.<br><br>Oh this one, for a human, he had potential. She saw in that fleeting glance many things, his mind rolling on so many possibilities, and not a one equaled subservience. Flitting her dark eyes to the Queen again as She gave her orders, as She attempted to remind her General who was in charge, Sakkara would merely dip her head in acquiescence, a strong hand settling on Thane's muscled arm to lead him through the opened rift into the Red Chamber. <strong> “ As my Queen wishes.”</strong> <br><br>The rift would close behind the pair, leaving Sakkara alone with Thane. Yet here within the Queens own chambers, the General knew better then to have any interaction with the prisoner. There were only certain parts of the Second Layer that the Queens eyes and/or ears couldn't reach, and Her own chambers certainly wasn't on that list. Giving Thane a hard shove deeper into the room, black lips would curl into a derisive sneer as she purred low,&nbsp; <strong> “ You will await the Queen's 'pleasure' here. I certainly hope she doesn't take all the fight out of you before I return. I very much look forward to meeting you in battle.”</strong> <br><br>Sakkara's little quip about the Queen could be taken in several ways. Yet she meant it in only one. The General knew quite well Lilith's ways with her prisoners. She expected all those she took to love Her in the end. To worship Her, to bow to Her, and to want nothing in the existence but to please Her. If Lilith managed this with Thane, he would become weak in Sakkara's eyes, and she would simply eliminate him, finding him not worthy of the game she was playing. A beckoning of claw tipped digits and the shadows that danced upon the floor swept forth to swirl around her booted feet, whirling up like a cyclone around her crimson form to swallow her complete, and take her away....<br><br><hr><hr><br>… only to come up through the Darkness at the other side of the Gate leading into Limbo. The Shadows oozed off her, leaving her wrapped tight in her wings, her fathomless eyes and fanged smile the only thing that Nathanael would be able to see. She would shudder in delight at the mere thought of tasting his Essence, but she would keep herself calm. Her timbre was smooth, silky and held an oddly angelic lilt. How could this be? <strong> “ You seek the lost Celestial..”</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 02:47:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><strong>Tahariel</strong><br>Tagging:&nbsp; Suzafan<br><hr><br>The real response of his body was not a purely biological one as it would be in a human--or other mortal race.&nbsp; Angels--and similarly Demons--are more spiritual beings than they are physical.&nbsp; True arousal came from within his spirit, stroked by the corruption of Hell, teased by the promises of pleasure from the succubus, weakened by the pain that surrounded him.&nbsp; Others were beginning to gather to bear witness to his humiliation, drawn by the noises of the Hellhound and whatever it was that had been so absorbing the succubus's attention.&nbsp; His eyes shifted from left to right watching the others approach before looking back up to Suzafan wondering what the alluring demoness might do next--though parts of his mind already had an idea.<br><br>It was those parts of his mind where the corruption dwelt, those dark desires that he kept hidden away and suppressed.&nbsp; That swelling cancer that he knew would only grow the longer he stayed in Hell in this position he resigned himself to.&nbsp; But if he had already decided to stay, why resist?&nbsp; Why fight a battle he knew he would inevitably lose?&nbsp; And after all, if he'd given in now wouldn't he simply enjoy his stay here all the more?&nbsp; They were dangerous questions that he tried his best not to think about, though the volume that they echoed through his mind at only increased as Suzafan's lips pressed against his.&nbsp; He stifled a low groan before his own tongue met hers.&nbsp; The muddy ground kept his head from recoiling from her kiss, though his obviously tried, though his tongue tentatively tasted her own.&nbsp; Unable to find the strength of will to pull her away his hands moved to her thighs where they clenched hard, giving him something to concentrate on to prevent his hips from thrusting up to her own.<br><br>Like a trophy the fornication with the Celestial was displayed from the very edge of the Second Layer of Hell.&nbsp; If he'd been more cognizant of his surroundings instead of the ministrations of his demonic mistress he may have understood her game.&nbsp; A game of power and rebellion, showing off the strength of their level, of their sin.&nbsp; There are many ways to corrupt a man, sometimes the most enjoyable are the most subtle of workings.&nbsp; For the virginal angel it may have been the perfect tool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 16:13:05</strong>
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				Thane had not responded to the General beyond a small nod. He was looking around and taking in the excess and decadence of the room.<br>Silks and leathers, purples, golds and silvers. Gems and intricate designs. The room was beyond baroque in its design and gave a sensory overload to the crude ascetic sensibilities of the Khonish Warlord. As Black Baron and Lord of the North he had seen it as indulging in excess when he sipped wine or collected some exotic or ancient weapons. This devillish place stank of sin and unbridled self-indulgence.<br>The General had left as he revealed a wide wolfish grin. <br><em><strong>'So much power. So much might. And yet... so many flaws and weaknesses to exploit' </strong></em>he thought.<br>The Elite Guard had proven to be formidable but an eternity of superiority over all had made them arrogant and haughty.<br>All of the devilkin wallowed in some kind of decadence. Though he was certain all of them had varied tastes and varying degrees of self control.<br>The General for instance seemed to have somewhat of a restraint on herself. Yet her very martial nature seemed to possess the seeds he required to 'use' her. In many ways the fact she was much like Khonish women... just meant that to a degree she was familiar territory. Except she could easily snap his neck.<br>The others might prove more challenging. He did not feel comfortable in this room. It was the South multiplied by a million and he had always scorned the decadent southern city states or those pathetic elves.<br>As he strolled through the room he took in all he saw and looked for weapons or tools to use.<br>He found nothing bar... tooms. <br>A series of books on display.<br>Opening one, he found the book beautiful and heavy. Oddly enough the strange runic glyphs that was beyond his understanding seemed to project its meaning into his very mind.<br>The Queen would soon finish with her freaky plaything, he pressed on with a sense of urgency...<br>Taking another book, he skimmed through it.<br>And another one.<br>And another one.<br>And...<br>Thane bit his lower lip.<br><strong>"Well... that's interesting"</strong> he whispered to himself. <br>The large picture showed a strange vat and in it a humanoid shape.<br>He began to read with great speed. His dark blue gaze wandering over the page.<br>And then he closed the book, placing it on the pedestal once more.<br>The moment of respit had not ended just yet. He still had some time to work with.<br>And Thane used it well, scouring the room further, trying the door but it did not move. In fact it seemed arcane in nature and lacked keyhole or locking mechanism.<br>Her chests were similarly 'secure'.<br>He looked around and by the time he had turned 360 degrees a table with food had appeared out of nowhere.<br><strong>"I hate this place"</strong> he grumbled and wondered whether he spoke to himself to find some irrational comfort. He reprimanded himself for the weakness and studied the meal.<br>Meat, cheese, bread. And wine.<br>He took a cup and sniffed it. Khonish.<br>It was effective, nourishing, a little bit oversized in quantity. It was Khonish indeed.<br>And hence made solely for his needs.<br><strong>"How... 'kind'"</strong> he said with an icy venomous tone.<br>But he needed to eat and hence, dug in.<br>Destiny would wait, it had for a long time. His stomach could not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 01:12:50</strong>
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				<strong>The Queen<br>Tagged La’cael’rah</strong><br><br>While the gesture itself was meant to further arouse her pet and not herself, the Dark Queen of Succubi felt tingles going from the hard peaks of her breasts all the way down to her most sensitive spot as he suckled with untold craving. An unexpected slap against her round rear told Lilith that her fae was once again..up to the challenge. It made her lips curl into a sly smile as she briefly raised her backside only to sit back on his hardness. The Queen slowly began to glide against it while she kept feeding La’cael’rah with her intoxicating love drug. A rare treat with potent and dangerous effects to anyone indulging in it. From then onwards, La’cael’rah was bound to her in more ways than his innocent mind could perceive. Not only did it allow the Queen to see, hear, taste, smell and feel the world as he did anytime she wished, but it also drove him to seek her presence relentlessly. This was Lilith’s form of demonic possession, a feat she rarely made use of despite its power. Her narcissistic pride had no use for mind slaves…it was only true worship she desired. <br><br>Suddenly she placed her right hand on his cheek and forced him to glance the other way, pinning his head against the pillow. Straightening her back, she took his manhood once more and drove it inside her wet folds, tightening around it. Again she moved, oblivious to her own pleasure as she was focused on gaining more sexual energy than before. Even in those moments of sensual liberation, her mind wondered to the troubles of her realm. <br><br>Sakkara was an ambitious and intelligent demoness. Lilith had seen enough throughout the ages to know that this was probably the most dangerous blend of&nbsp; features…the human from Khone had it too. In Hell it was always hard to understand where one’s loialties lay. Usually it was everyone for himself and only fear or ambition glued the followers to one ruler or the other. Sakkara was General to her armies and also the only one capable of understanding warfare besides the Queen. Lilith had long ago given up on trying to achieve victory against mankind through force. She preferred subtler, illusive ways. Conquering the land of Khone and its enemies has been a lucky draw, she knew it, but it did not rekindle her thirst for blood. It was a move she had to make in order to reach the ultimate goal, the only thing she’ll have to see through with her own eyes. Only then will she rest, only then will Lilith seek comfort in the arms of a lover she never sought before: death. The game she placed into motion slowly began to reveal its true purpose. Not even Hell’s Mistress was able to see the end, yet she knew exactly what was at stake. And it was worth every risk she had to take. Even letting Sakkara see her weakened. <br><br>With these thoughts in mind, the Queen enjoyed her prey. Not a single frown shadowed her features as her eyes revealed nothing less than ecstasy. La’cael’rah was not only her prisoner, but also bound to the senses…he had no need to understand the darkness around him. Perhaps she’ll set him free when the tides will turn.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kimera</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 18:21:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Cecaelia.jpg)</div><br>After everyone was cast away from the throne room by the Queen, Scylla decided to go to the prisons. The man that was previously held captive and was revealed to be the sun of a god, a Greek god at that, was most intreaging. Thow it wasn't a son of Poseidon, she would find some satisfaction from this demigod.<br><br>Taking the guise of her alias Charybdis, she abandoned her throne and entourage of slaves, only taking a couple guards before making her way down towards the prison cell holding Tristan. Standing in front of the bars, she watched at the man held prison. <strong>"Well well well....locked away all alone..."</strong> &nbsp;She taunted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 14:41:41</strong>
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				<strong>Surprised, but struggling still</strong><br><br>Damned be her! This demoness knew some tricks of her own, and the Bull growled as the beast she took him to be, feeling the lacerating scratches of her whip against his muscled, powerful neck. The hide was too thick for the chain-like whip to do any more than painful scratches, and she had not the true momentum to wield it properly, but still it stung terribly. Her words had indeed disarmed him for a long moment, enough for her to take the moment and trash him about, but it would not happen again. M'Gul would fall for a trick, yes, but only once. Any further attempts would have him reacting in some fashion.<br><br>His forehead stung too, for her smash had been fierce and the Hellstone Throne was unwielding. He had indeed for a moment grunted as she pressed and massaged his lenght with her knees - a rather different but strangely pleasing experience, that numbed him enough until finally feeling her teeth shoving into his hide. He mooed aloud in pain before having her taking his horn and bashing him on the stone, but it would take her more to undo him. After all, as it was expected, somehow both the demoness and the minotaur had sizeable, comparable strenghts in their physiques.<br><br><strong>"I'll show it to you, bitch."</strong> He snarled, feeling her move her hips in order to try and roll him over. The movement would have Erato over his lap, ready to lash at his face, and the prospect of having her on control and ready to gouge out his eyes was none too pleasant. M'Gul brought a large hand towards Erato's face, quick but awkward given his position, the open fist closing aroung the demoness' head and forced it down to where she had laid underneath him - her legs trying to hold her current locking position, but the sudden fierceness of the movement, coupled with a gentle shift on the minotau's knee - that brought it to connect against between Erato's legs - had M'Gul forcing her head down the floor - the shock of the back of her skull against the stone making a loud thunderclap-like sound and filling Erato's sight with stars and blinking spots once more.<br><br>This time it would take her longer, so M'Gul moved as quickly as he could, shaking his head to move the numbness away, his fist closed over her face keeping her sight darkneed, his fingers rubbing against Erato's own horns as the minotaur forced her strong legs away with some effort. Erato tried to twist her body away feebly, however, her nails clawing angrily against his furred arm but doing little damage overall. The whole motions had her whip chaffing more and more deeply on his neck, but he did not care as he swatted both her legs up with a sweep from his other arm, suddenly having the both of her marvellous legs straight up and rubbing against his muscled, massive chest. <br><br><strong>"I have my own gifts from you, but they are certainly more... pleasant. You'll grow addicted to them, no doubt."</strong> He growled as finally he other hand closed against Erato's insistent grip on her whip, twisting it around painfully, trying to have her let go of it as he moved to have her legs almost bending over his shoulders and against his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 16:15:47</strong>
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				Tristan looked up from his position on the floor, his arms resting on his knee's and his head on his arms, the woman who stood in front of his cell was both beautiful and monsterous, she looked less deadly however with the wolves away "you were in the throne room, what do you want?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 20:34:42</strong>
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				He felt almost, but not quite painfully, sensitive do to his all too recent ejaculation within the Queen; that sensitivity, brought on by such strong stimulation, also meant that he would not last quite as long this time as he had last time. For now, though, he remains long and strong, ready and able to be rode for her sustenance and pleasure.<br><br>He filled his stomach up on the sweet milk that flowed from her breasts, occasionally switching between the two nipples; but eventually, he grows full, light-headed, and giddy, even perhaps a little drunk off of the strong feelings it caused. It makes him stop, and actually draws out a very goofy grin from the Fae, whose unique physiology made him slightly more resistant to some of the effects her milk typically had; what else should be expected from those known for being incorrigible tricksters? <br><br>Minutes pass, but eventually, it comes on; his testicles, filling up far quicker than they really ought to, thanks in part to the magical milk, empty themselves once more, shooting straight into the Queen's snug, velvety tunnel.&nbsp; Yet, unlike last time, he remains rock hard and solid within her; no wilting occurs this time around. <br><br>As he climaxed again, he sort of flailed a bit beneath her, even as she held him in place;&nbsp; so much pleasure, mixed in with the not altogether unwelcome pain of over-stimulation, drove him nonetheless to make some futile, perhaps even token, effort to resist; even as part of him said he should just surrender himself fully to her needs, should stay by her side and take care of her, for as long as he should live. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 01:35:13</strong>
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				<em><strong>(JOINED POST: BUBBY AND DARTHVEGETA800)</strong></em><br><br><strong>The Queen's bedchamber: General Sakarra and Magnus Thane</strong><br><br>She had gone in search of the Angel that was supposed to be at the Gate, but he was not to be found. Nothing could describe the anger that rolled through her at this. Was this part of the Queen's game? To send her on chases that did not exist? The Shadows rolled and boiled in response to her seething, and onyx eyes slipped closed as she gathered a slow breath. Fine. Sakkara could play too. With a low, growled command the Shadows would envelop her, taking her to her own chambers. The Imp that seemed ever there for her scrambled to assist as she stalked to her collection, gathering an ornate breastplate. She pondered on more, but decided to wait.<br>Black lips would purse as she studied the blades, and slowly a smile would curl those tiers. Her own blade Nightmare would be gathered as well as a massive bastard sword. She had a plan.<br><br>Shadow would gather and transport both herself and the imp holding the breastplate to deposit her again within the Queens chambers, where she witnessed Thane indulging&nbsp; himself upon the food left just for him. Clearing her throat, Sakkara would simply throw Nightmare through the air towards Thane, even as the imp scrambled towards the Baron with the breastplate. Thane would either have to catch the blade or let it fall to the floor. "Plans have changed. We will have that duel.. now."<br><br>Oddly enough Thane didn't catch it. He let it fall and eyed it wearily. His gaze moved back to her and his mouth was still full. He swallowed. Odd as she spoke he heard something that could not be translated. Her voice yet they were not words. And images of passion crept into his mind. His rod rose a bit as blood pumped into it. Clearly her spell still held him enthralled. He rose up and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. <strong>"Now?"</strong> he said <strong>"And the Queen?"</strong><br><br>Her eyes would travel his body slowly, and he would indeed feel her gaze working over his flesh. Especially to the fact that he was so very, very happy to see her. Slowly her tongue would traverse over her lips, setting the tip of the bastard sword to the floor, lay her arms across the 'T' of the pommel, wrists crossing casually. “ The Queen has already given her blessing, I am sure you recall. She will get to you when she is done eating the Brownie I am sure. I have brought you blade and armor. Or do you need.. more?”<br><br><strong>"It doesn't matter. I make due with what I get..."</strong> he said as he cautiously took the piece of armor and slid it over his chest and then the broadsword. He looked at it. A bit small but far better than the girly pigsticker. <strong>"I take it we're not going to do this in the Queen's bedroom?"</strong> he noted coolly. Already he was thinking over some options including a pre-emptive strike. The broadsword was heavy and long though to him it was lightweight. He was used to wieldign such weapons and his infamous Darksword was superior in everyway. Judging 'her' blade... it certainly outdid his weapon. It reeked of the supernatural. As she studied him more, he could not help but feel oddly... aroused. One would almost crave defeat and capture...<br>But he was too proud to bent knee to his lesser. Or at least... to do so sincerely.<br><br>She would not hide the delight that crossed her face as he finally picked up the blade she had tossed. As his massive hand wrapped around the pommel, Nightmare awoke, and began to whisper. Blood, blood, we want his blood Mistress.. " Take what you need my Pet.." she would murmer, and Nightmare would react swiftly. The pommel would curve in a flash, biting into his hand, chewing his flesh between thumb and forefinger. Her sword would drink from him, taking his blood, and oh Sakkara would laugh. Soon, though, knowing Nightmare would drain him if she allowed she woukld snap her fingers, and Nightmare would return to her own hand. The bastard sword would clatter to the floor as she let it go, and her boot would kick it towards him.<br>" Yes, you will make due, and indeed, here is where our game begins..." In a blink she was lunging towards him, wings flaring wide to cast shadows, Nightmare lifting to jab towards his neck. <br><br><em><strong>'Bitch...'</strong></em> he thought at her odd action. Thane knew she was fast. He had seen it but... it remained a terrible thing to experience. Only inches from hitting him did he parry and slide the blade away. And followed it with a forward kick to make some distance between them. He dripped some blood on the floor. Hand and shoulder. The blade had slightly nipped him after all.<br>His blood seemed to make his foe extra perky and whether she did it herself or it was just her spell 'tantalizingly decadent promises' came to his mind. He needed to gain time and get out of here. He moved to the side and as she moved onto the kingsized bed, he hacked at the wooden poles holding up the bed's roof.<br>Dropping the red curtains and wooden construction, he didn't expect it to wound her in the least... but it allowed him to move to the door... he needed to get out. And there was only one person in the room with a sword capable of perhaps opening that door... he placed himself directly in front of it. And prayed his timing would be good...<br><strong>"Come at me... 'female'."</strong> he said with a low rumbling voice.<br><br>“Bitch? Why yes I am my dear Baron. Among other things.” Her laughter would caress his senses as she flew back onto the Queens bed, her wings shredding the bed curtains, her eyes watching him scrambling for the door. Fangs would glisten as her hand holding the sword would lift, her tongue sliding out to taste his blood that still dripped from there. “ Nightmare likes the taste of you, as I do human. That bite upon your hand will always be there. You're now marked as mine.” Long legs would shift to languidly ease herself off the bed, her head tilting top peer at Thane through raven tresses. Eyes flicked from his stance to the door behind him. Poor man felt himself cornered. She would easily oblige.<br>Launching herself across the room at him, her entire body would crash against his, carrying them both to crash through the door, slamming them both against the stone wall. Yet she would disengage, drifting back with a push of her wings to land in front of him again. “ All you had to do was ask to be let out you know..”<br><br><em><strong>'No one owns Lord Thane'</strong></em> he thought. <em><strong>'But keep blabbering...'</strong></em> he glared at herand smirked. His back hurt but he got what he needed. Rolling away, he moved fast and through a corridor. She was on his heels and as he moved around a corner and she dashed behind at her high speed, he suddenly lashed out from around the corner. <em><strong>'Surprise. Strike. Use reach. Expend little power'.</strong></em> A quick blow. A conservative block and another strike abusing his long reach before he moved back again.<br>On his way, he let some infernal armors drop, their strange Scythes and Halberds falling. Once more he moved and took a quick cut to the right. He needed to think...<br><br>She was on his heels. Her laughter was as well. She would parry at times his blows, yet his surprise attack took her across the abdomen. Blood flowed, and it would smell sweet to him. She would continue the chase, reveling in it. Allowing him for a bit the thought he might escape. But he could never get away. A silent command and the Shadows that rolled everywhere gathered about his feet, tripping him easily. She would loom over him, wings stretched wide, nary a cut marring her crimson flesh. “ Stay my side human. I can offer you more then what She can..”<br><br><strong>"So you say"</strong> he said <strong>"But this smelly cesspit is a bit too crude for my sake"</strong> he suddenly pulled at the carpet. It had a rather bold and decadent motive. Two succubi kissing. <em><strong>'Can't believe that actually worked...' </strong></em>he thought as he rushed of. As she moved on, she found his breastplate lying in one direction. As she moved to investigate it cautiously... he fell down on her from above, pushing her over the railing to the lower levels. <em><strong>'Okay that will give me a small moment of respite... though odds are she'll be either mildly amused or if she impacts with the floor... very very unhappy'</strong></em> he thought.<br>He needed time, he needed opportnity. Keeping the useless chestarmor where it was, he moved away. And wandering through the maze of hallways. He heard her whisper in his head though. She was not close, but he felt her close in. And she 'spoke' to him in an insidious and alluring whisper...<br><br>Images indeed would flash through his mind, red flesh combined with white, slick bodies entwined, sounds of delightful lust. He would feel the sensation of mouth, of hands on his body as he fled through the halls. She would stand with her eyes closed, seeing him moving, even as she wasn't near him. He would hear her whisper in his ear, though he moved further away from her position. “ Cesspool indeed. I wish to change that. The Queen has ruined this layer. I wish to rectify that. Help me, and you will go home...”&nbsp; And from a pool of Darkness she rose before him, Nightmare's tip under his chin, where she would flick the blade&nbsp; to open both his cheeks before disappearing again. “ I could kill you with a though now human. Yet I do not...”<br><em><strong><br>'Only because you need me... for some reason...'</strong></em> he licked his blood from his hand. Darting in a room he came before a vault with two guards. The Royal Guardsmen were surprised but before they lashed out Thane went for dismemberment followed by beheading. He rose up an eyebrow. <strong>"....odd"</strong> and opened the vault. As he wandered in there, his eyes widened at what he saw.<br>Artifact upon artifact... he moved through the rows unseen. But she'd soon enter and look for him. Oddly something in here was disturbing their 'link'. He did not feel her... <br><br>Blank. Nothing from him. With a snarl she would step within the Shadows to come up at the door to the vault. Narrowed eyes took in the dead Guards. Such weakness the Queen had surrounding her! Yet Thane was again trapped. She stood at the vault door, filling the portal, wings opening wide as she watched him traverse through the vault. “ You are correct. I do need you. But I desire you as well. So strong, so willful. I abhor boot-lickers Baron. Fight with me, and you will be free of this place you so hate.”<br><br>Then as if by destiny Thane fond a strange tube, a huge vat with pictograms. <strong>"Lazarus..."</strong> he whispered. He grinned suddenly. As he put his interrogation of the Captain, the spellbook and this together. But he needed more. He moved on. Wandering aimlessly, he found a strange shield with a demonic face engraved on it.<br>Suddenly the two accidently bumped into each other... Thane rose his shield...<br><br>She would hiss in seeming pain, lifting her arms to cover her face, her wings closing about her body to cower. Yet laughter would again ensue. One wing would snap open and yank the shield from his grasp, the other wingtip piercing his shoulder as she bodily took him to the ground, straddling him. Her face buried in his neck, her fangs skimming his shoulder, her murmur a panthers growl. “ I tire of the games. Give me your answer now.”<br><br>He was pinned and hissed <strong>"I like to weigh my options"</strong> he said <strong>"And i'm betting you won't kill me just yet..."</strong>" he said. He slid his hands over her hips and groaned a bit. So close, he could almost hump her. Despite the wound in his shoulder and the teasing fangs, he was aroused by her display. <em><strong>'Think straight. Intercourse later'</strong></em> he thought.<br><br>Her own arousal was high, feeling his throbbing cock against her groin. The fight between them had brought forth her own need. Rolling her hips against him, he would feel the tease of her heat even though the bare strip of leather that covered her. “ You mistake me Baron. I would kill you gladly, drink you dry. But you intrigue me. I desire you. Can you feel it? I wish ride you here and now..”<br><br><strong>"You wish to drink me dry... that's not a good foundation for a working relationship. Not even a Master - servant one"</strong> he noted snarkily. He was actually getting annoyed by his own desire for her. Truth be told despite her spell, he knew he would've craved her anyway. He liked his women strong... and this one was the strongest. <em><strong>'Bane...'</strong></em> his thoughts wandering to his patron god of war. Then he put his large hands on her cheeks. She was far shorter than he. His hand sliding through the silky long hair. He studied her and then the left corner of his lips curled upwards <strong>"You... intrigue me. I like that in a woman. And there is much more I like about you..."</strong> he whispered. He then grinned <strong>"Besides your body..."</strong><br>Even at a whispered tone he had a rumbling edge to his voice. <em><strong>'Not sure she can serve to my desires though...'</strong></em><br>He was bold, excessively so. But he tiptoed along the borders of what one would accept. He lashed out, he questioned, he complimented. He underlined his own worth. Yet at the same time challenged her. Dangerous but he had little to loose. If he didn't get the maximum out of things...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 12:28:27</strong>
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				<strong>Suzafan<br>Tagged Tahariel</strong><br><br>He tasted like nothing Suzafan had before. It was a feeling of light and purity and…ugh…compassion. She had to break the kiss, but his tongue came forth to meet hers and that is when she felt the danger for the first time. Strong emotions…the righteous kind..threatened to take over the demoness. As if his light would stick to her. <br><br>“Easy cherryboy,” she whispered in his ear, taking the time to even throw a little nibble here and there. “don’t give me your cooties.” <br><br>His soft hands held her thighs in a tight grasp giving the expression “touched by an angel” a whole new meaning. It gave Suazafan tingles all over her body, a feeling she wasn’t convinced that she liked. In fact, she didn’t expect nor wished for Tahariel to provide any kind of entertainment for her. It was frustrating to know that there were limits with this certain prisoner. Was it really a strong sense of loyalty to the Queen that was forcing Suzafan to behave or was it something else that kept her from inflicting any harm to the angel? Like most demons, she had a close connection to fear itself, yet in a certain and unusual way. Suzafan was fearless like a madman, as if she lacked a sense of self-preservation. <br><br>Tahariel’s presence wasn’t one that could easily go unnoticed, especially here. Yet Suzafan was constantly making a mental effort to keep the distance, although her usual demeneaor showed otherwise. There was something in him that both drew and repelled her. Where all angels like this?&nbsp; Hellish grunts were heard and vulgar words were spoken. One demon in particular took the opportunity to pull one of Tahariel’s wings, plucking a handful of feathers at once. Suzafan rushed to strangle the creature, furious to know that there were some who dared to touch what was hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She tossed the foul carcass right into the mob of demons, chuckling madly.<br><br>“No need to beg you pathetic lot, there’s enough pain for everyone to go around..” <br><br>Suzafan was angry and not a hint of that anger showed on her features, just an erratic smile meant to deceive her public. She had fun, certainly, but something felt out of place. Usually she had no problem with knocking the living daylights out of everyone. Doing it in front of the angel just felt..<br><br>“To hell with you!” she chuckled and banged two demon heads together while her next move involved scratching the eyes out of another. She licked the blood off and showed her claws to the rest, wagging her tail from side to side while holding a feral stance. “Anyone else wants to play with Suzafan?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>One by one the demons and monsters headed for their circle, leaving the demoness alone with her prey. It’s not like the other creatures were that scared of her, but the show was clearly over and they had better things to do than indulge in a mad succubus’ thirst for violence. Those who sensed the Seventh’s Circle scent on Suzafan didn’t want to get involved with her anymore than it was necessary.<br><br>She grabbed Tahariel by the wings and pulled him up, disregarding the fact that his wound was far from healed. After this little display of violence she felt aroused to the point of not caring what will happen next and so she was once more on top of him, licking his neck. With one hand she held both his wrists together, above his head while her tail began to go up his thighs, lifting his cloth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 04:38:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><strong>Tahariel</strong><br>Tagging:&nbsp; Suzafan<br><hr><br>"Mmmn..." he murmured as she finally pulled her lips and tongue away from him.&nbsp; His grip on her loosened slightly as she leaned in to whisper into his ear.&nbsp; "Ah..." he whispered lightly as she nibbled at his ear before withdrawing.&nbsp; "Cooties, Cherry Blossom?" he decided to retort with a pet name of his own for her.&nbsp; Of course his name for her was a little more endearing than hers was for him.&nbsp; <br><br>He winced in pain and let out a low grunt as a demon pulled a fistfull of his feathers from one of his wings.&nbsp; A low growl rumbled in his chest just as Suzafan slipped away from his grip to strangle the bold demon.&nbsp; It was really only at that moment that he became aware of the audience that had gathered around them.&nbsp; He slowly sat up, his aching back and wings relieved of the pain of being pressed so uncomfortably to the muddy ground.&nbsp; His eyes followed Suzafan as she moved to threaten the crowd that had gathered around them.&nbsp; He could see the repressed anger in her, or perhaps simply sensed it in some way in the way she carried herself, in the glint of her eye, in the graceful violence she naturally clung to.&nbsp; He knew violence, he knew the disciplined fighting skills that had been taught to him and many other angels, but she was something entirely different--something feral.<br><br>It seemed strange to him that she let them run and scamper away, since she obviously seemed more than capable of besting any of them--or all of them at once--in combat.&nbsp; Perhaps she simply didn't want to waste her time.&nbsp; While the scattering demons regarded Suzafan with some degree of fear, Tahariel did not, even as he looked up towards her as she approached him once more.&nbsp; He winced and let out another little grunt of pain as she gripped him by the wings, yanking him to a new position for her to pounce down upon once more.&nbsp; Wings seemed to be something of an inconvenience in this place thusfar...<br><br>Blood from his minor injuries mixed with the mud beneath him.&nbsp; He arched his neck as he let out a little restrained whimper of pleasure as she licked his neck.&nbsp; "I see that got your blood flowing," he murmured, noting her voracious appetite for him now.&nbsp; His arms struggled, though only halfheartedly as her tail ran up along his thighs removing what little cloth still remained to cover his lust-hardened cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 16:07:51</strong>
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				<strong>Erato and M’Gul </strong><br><br>One moment she had seen herself victorious, ending the Bull’s rampant success for the Queen’s favors only to see nothing but his dark, furry hand coming to cover her eyes in the next. A thud was heard as her own head smashed against the marble floor underneath it, followed by ceaseless curses and foul words. <br><br>The pain was hardly of importance compared to what M’Gul was planning to do next. Forcing his large knee between her legs, the Minotaur took advantage of the sudden switch of power and bend her powerful hooved legs against his chest.&nbsp; Erato hissed and struggled to escape, tightening her own grip on the whip. She pulled it farther to the side in order to strangle her nemesis while she pushed herself further against his muscled frame. For a brief moment the movement was successful – it allowed her to stretch the whip at its maximum. M’Gul’s arm was long enough to keep her head still into place, while she failed to hollow his eyes out, barely managing to scratch his thick hide. <br><br>Spurting the same nonsense he probably told his victims many times before, the Bull twisted her wrist forcing another feral growl from her lips as she revealed her fangs to him. Erato’s metal gauntlets proved useless against his grip. Her fist opened wide, releasing the handle of her whip.&nbsp; She dug her nails deeper into his arm using her free hand, to no avail. Frustrated to the point of risking a blood vessel explosion and fearing humiliation beyond anything else, the demoness brought her legs together. Powerful thighs caught his neck inbetween and she moved to either bend him over to the side or snap his neck. At least she’d have a chance to pierce M’Gul’s shoulders with her talons if the distance between their bodies would increase.&nbsp; <br><br>“You do not deserve to be here!” she spat.&nbsp; What she hated more than males was a mangy beast like him enjoying the object of her constant fixation (the Queen) and having the nerve to do the same thing to her. The thought of having that massive beastly phallus inside of her wasn’t arousing – oddly enough for a succubus raised in the debauchery of the second layer – but enraging for the stern female demon.&nbsp; It was more than a matter of pride, really. If M’Gul did prove his worth as a guardian (better in terms of physical strength than herself who was merely “the Ambassador”) then she would have no other choice than to accept the fact of seeing him closer to her Queen than anyone else in the realm. Least to say, that was unacceptable to Erato who strived for that herself. <br><br>There was nothing standing between her private parts and his except the leather thongs she usually wore to give her frame a minimum amount of decency – not that it was needed in the realm. Erato’s eyes burst into blue flames of anger as she let out a fierce growl. Her claws began to grow in sync with her fangs and she’d use both to force the beast away from her. <br><br><br><br><strong>The Queen and La’cael’rah<br>Tagged Relena</strong><br><br>&nbsp;<em> “Moreover, the art attains its end within narrower limits; for the concentrated effect is more pleasurable than one which is spread over a long time and so diluted. “ - The Poetics of Aristotle by Aristotle </em><br><br>Time seemed to gain essence and weight in those moments, bringing the Queen’s senses to their potential limit, yet she held her own pleasure at bay. Only he was allowed to climax, filling her with his fae seed and a brief question about its potential effects did cross her mind. She never “tried” Fae before this game had started and perhaps she ought to figure it out from the first time they became one, yet it did not happen. For this was the way of Hell’s pale mistress, not placing reason above delight.&nbsp; <br><br>Again he could feel her tight hold on him, which did not allow too much freedom of movement. Once his whole frame relaxed beneath her she slowly let go, lifting herself away from him. Then she slid off the bed and approached the wooden desk for a drink. Her throat was almost painfully dry. It was then she caused another rift to open, showing her chambers, revealing the mess Thane and Sakkara left behind as they trailed into the hallway, continuing their duel. The Red Chamber had arcane magic imbued within its walls and a specific “alarm system” designed to trigger whenever someone or something tried to break into it. This time however it was about someone breaking out of it rather than in. <br><br>The Queen simply narrowed her eyes at the sight of her majestic canopy bed turned into&nbsp; a pile of wood and silk on the floor. She expected another escape routine from the Black Baron, but not such a vengeful display of anger and lack of politeness. After all, she did promise to explain things to him just to show how generous a Queen could be. At that time, Sakkara’s implication remained unknown.&nbsp; <br><br>Lilith entered the portal, leaving it open for the Brownie to follow. She was sure he wouldn’t refrain from trying to clean up the place, though she doubted he had enough stamina left for that. Once in the Red Chamber, the Queen unlocked the entrance to the Hall of Mirrors, tapping the eastern wall in a certain spot. Thousands of mirrors of different shapes and sizes hanged on the walls or rested on frames against the floor. As she passed through them, each silvery surface reflected the countless looks she took throughout history. Each mirror was connected to different worlds and Lilith stopped in front of the one who linked the Second Circle to itself. By touching the surface she was able to skim through all the regions of her realm; down in the dungeons the guards were still bustling over the death of their Captain – Thane’s doing. She saw Suzafan tempting the Celestial in the outskirts of the layer, Erato taken down by her beast gaurdian (a passing smile adorned her features, but her gaze did not linger there), Scylla watching Tristan in front of his cell. Where was Thane? Was Sakkara able to find the other major disturbance? Then she froze the image on Relena, one of the youngest succubi.&nbsp; She was fairly new to Hell, therefore less known amongst the other layers. A certain quality the Queen could take advantage of.<br><br>“La’cael’rah” she called in that melodious voice he began to know well, giving him the honor of stepping in where no one had entered before “you’ll take this message to her” she pointed towards the mirror and handed him a sealed parchment – it bore the sign of Lilith, an owl and a snake. The Queen opened another rift for him, that would take him to where Relena was taking a day off apparently, now that Erato was “kept away” with other matters.&nbsp; <br><br>The message went as below:<br><br><em> To my faithful follower Relena<br><br>Her Majesty wishes that you take this being with you to Earth, in a city called Vatican. Our kind has no entrance in any of the human’s holy places, therefore you must use him. He should enter the Cathedral named “Saint Peter’s Basilica” and search for the tomb beneath it to take the wooden cross encased there. Being from the Fae kind, I had seen him turn invisible to the human kind.&nbsp; <br>Return him safely to our realm after you’re done and make sure no one touches the cross except him. <br><br>Her Majesty,<br>The Queen of Hell and Second Circle </em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 19:34:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Relena.png)</div>Relena wasn't your typical succubus that dwelled in the second layer. No, she was a what was referred to as a half breed or half-ling. Her mother was a succubus that ran from the underworld and her father a vampire she fell for while carrying out the Queen's orders. Yes, she was a very unusual mix to say the least and her features reflected that. She didn't have the monstrous appearance of the typical demons that lived in the second layer, which is probably why the Queen decided to keep her isolated from the rest of the demons since she had arrived... or so she assumed.<br><br>From the outside she looked perfectly human, apart from her hair, eyes and fangs. Her hair was grey as ash, her eyes red as rubies and her skin was pale as if she were a suffer of anemia. She stood at five foot six and had an hour glass figure. Her breasts were the average size of D on which she had a beauty spot on her left. Her clothes style was what humans would call Gothic or punk Lolita styled. This was the style her father often dressed her in as a child and one she loved and continued to wear. The one thing that truly defined her were her unique abilities. She was able to walk in daylight and didn't just feed on blood but also semen. She also had the unusual ability to read her targets desires and adjust her body and attitude accordingly. This made it easier for her to get just what she wanted and when she wanted it. However, it also proved her undoing when it got her caught dragged into the second circle of hell.<br><br>Before she took to sitting around bored and reading in her room, Relena, lived a very different life. Before she was dragged into the second layer her parents hadn't long died. After they were killed by local demon hunters she moved from their expensive country manor and into the local city. There she made a new identity and life for herself. In the city no one knew who or what she was and it was easy to find a job she wanted and food. There was a lot of food in the neighbor hood.&nbsp; However over time she became greedy, careless and drew the attention of some of the Queen's agents. At first they kept watch of her, until she accidentally killed one of her victims. Unknown to both her and the victim he had a heart condition that proved fatal. The Queen's agents then covered up the accident and took her away convincing her that it would be for her own good.<br><br>So here she was, a few months later and educated in the way of which the new life she would now be living. They made sure Relena was comfortable by sending in someone at least once every few days to both check on her well-being and for her to feed from. Her room was also very much to her liking. In the room she had a large round bed that was so soft that it ate you as you lay on it; the sheets were a mix black silk and crimson red and pillows were scattered on it. They matched the walls which were coloured in a similar fashion. The walls were crimson red with black spiderwebs and rose patterns on it. Also on the walls were classic candle lights. There were a few fur rugs on the black marble floor that were soft enough to sleep on. She also had a big wardrobe which had all the clothes from her life above and some she had been given since being there. She had a big bookcase that had plenty of books to keep her occupied and access to enchanted mirror which showed her how some of the missions above went, so she had some idea of what to do and how fun they could be.<br><br>Some times Relena wished she didn't have that mirror because it just made her more annoyed that she had to stay in her room while everyone else got to have fun. At least it looked like fun to her. She had been counting and it had been exactly two weeks since the Queen had deemed her fit to start going outside yet had not given the order to set her loose. The half-breed was beginning to think that she delaying on purpose but then again it wasn't her place to speculate. <br><br>"I wish this order would hurry up" Relena muttered to herself before letting out a small yawn.<br><br>She then closed her eyes as she began drifting off to sleep, unaware that her wish to join everyone was about to come true. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 03:13:53</strong>
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				Even as the Queen had drained so much energy from him, and he lay in the after math on the bed, recuperating, his fae physiology was hard at work fixing itself.&nbsp; Most Fae, despite their delicate appearance, were imbued with far more stamina than any human could ever hope to have. It should not be surprising that the humble, hard workers that they are, that Brownie's have a robust constitution, even amongst the Fae; not just physically, either, but spiritually as well, considering they belonged as much to the world of flesh as to the world of spirits.<br><br>So it was that a few moments after the Queen had stepped on through that 'Cael would look around, and see the open portal, and the absolute destruction within. For a moment, the Queen might feel as if the Fae's heart had entirely stopped beating, and for a single second, it might very well have happened.<br><br>See, humans, their fears are simple. Someone chases them with a giant axe while covered in blood and shouting, they get scared. The mess in that room? That is absolutely horrifying for a Brownie. Their are literally no words, amongst demons, humans, or even the Fair Folk themselves, which could adequately describe the palpable wave of fear that gripped him as he beheld the wholesale destruction of what he could see, in his mind's eye,&nbsp; was a very beautiful room.<br><br>It was so bad, it made him want to find whatever did it, and.. and... do something, like, throw a rock through their window. And not clean up the mess!&nbsp; Which is pretty much about as aggressive as the docile Brownie's get. Violence was all but antithetical to their nature, so when they were sufficiently motivated to feel angry, their ability to lash out was passive aggressive at its worst. <br><br>He follows through the portal after the Queen, whom, for some reason, which he can not explain to himself, made him feel comfortable,&nbsp; and follows along, practically at her heels. She could likely feel him and hear him wincing in actual, physical pain from the mess, it was that shocking to his nature. <br><br>Goodness, he wouldn't even be sure where to begin in the cleaning up department, and that's saying something right there. That in itself is testament to how bad it was. It is also why he is so happy when the Queen draws his attention back to her with a task that seemed absolutely simple and would spare him the anxiety of the messy room.<br><br>He disappears through the new portal that is made, and, as he sees the intended recipient is perhaps sleeping, he so very carefully, gingerly plants the scroll upon her lap. His touch was so light as to be ethereal, and neither his foot steps, nor even his breathing would be audible; though, perhaps, the vampire could smell the sweetness of the magic infused blood running through his veins. He smelled like flowers, bountiful fruits, and rich wines. <br><br>Meanwhile, his tendencies of domestic servitude and propensity for noticing even the most minute of details drives him to ever so carefully straighten out the various rugs and furniture in her room, with nothing less than absolute silence; when it came to house work, Brownie's had perfected the art of stealth. Even small dust particles find themselves zapped away, and stains scoured from existence.&nbsp; Normally, he would not clean a strangers room like this, but it was a sort of coping mechanism for him, given the previous mess he had been exposed to. The little touch ups made him feel better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 10:25:27</strong>
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				The half-ling lay there sleeping peacefully blissfully unaware of the stranger that entered her chambers but she stirred slightly as the scroll was placed in her lap and her nose twitched a little as he began to tidy up her somewhat messy room. The scent to her was quite interesting and even though she wasn't exactly hungry she wouldn't mind giving the owner a a little nibble. As she slowly sat up and watched the stranger she looked at the scroll on her lap. Were these the orders she had been waiting for? She put it aside for now and let out a small yawn as she watched him clean for a few moments.<br><br>"Since when did I get a cleaner?" Relena asked him as she rubbed her eyes a little, obviously still a little drowsy. "Is it feeding time already?" She smiled playfully as she eyed him. "I don't feel massively hungry but I guess I could have a snack..." She grinned, being sure to show off her fangs simply for reaction sake.<br><br>The half-breed then lazily slid herself to the edge her bed and signaled for him to come to her. She already had her fill of semen and figured some blood would be a refreshing change. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 14:11:59</strong>
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				Oh no, she woke up. This is typically a breach in how his kind work, they're supposed to always be mindful and never wake up others. But, then again, he reminds himself, this whole place is pretty much wrong, and the conventions he is used to may not be the same here. Kind of like how everyone could see him, even when he was invisible, since that invisibility only worked on humans.<br><br>Still, though, his initial reaction is to finish the task at hand, and sit down on the floor--still quiet as ever-- and present as small of a target as possible, by wrapping his arms around his legs, holding those to his chest, and placing his head on his arms.<br><br>"I don't know." He said, in answer to both of her questions. He murmured quietly to himself, the sound actually much more reminiscent of birds chattering than the murmuring of humans.&nbsp; He gave a few twitches of his wings before moving over to her, as he had the feeling trying to hide would just result in bad things, which he did not like.<br><br>Having seen the fangs of many creatures before--the Queen being the latest-- seeing hers actually didn't seem to elicit any particular response from the Brownie.&nbsp; <br><br>She may also note that he is absolutely naked, and while he does look like a fairly short member of the human species, being only about five feet tall, he has fragile looking, gossamer-esque wings on his back, and his eyes were periwinkle in color, with small, glittery bits seemingly in the eyes themselves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 18:49:38</strong>
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				The half-ling's elf-like ears twitched a little as he quietly gave a vague answer to her questions and reluctantly made his way over to her. She then let out a small yawn as she eyed the nude fae and took note of his fascinating features. The cogs in her mind ticking on how she could possibility some of them against him at some point. Relena smirked as he shuffled himself toward her, which she had to admit was rather adorable.<br><br>"You are a strange yet amusing child." The half-breed mumbled as she slid herself off the bed.&nbsp; “You also seems to have no sense of modesty..." She smirked as walked over to him until she was behind him. “I guess I'll have to fix that..." She whispered softly as she nuzzled his neck.<br><br>Relena then playfully licked and nipped at the area she was about to bite before slowly sinking her fangs into his jugular and began drinking blood for the first time since she got there. She didn't take a lot as the moment she swallowed her first mouth full it made her feel like she had drank a whole bottle of wine. It tasted amazing but was so intoxicating that she felt if she fed for too long she would quickly drain and kill him. <br><br>"You have an interesting taste... I feel slightly tipsy just having a sample." The demoness chuckled as she finished. "You are dismissed...unless there was something else you were sent here for.” She said as she went back to the bed to read the scroll.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 19:20:04</strong>
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				"I'm not used to people being able to see me." He admits without much ado about it. "Otherwise, I'd probably wear clothes, like some of&nbsp; the other Fae do."&nbsp; He just spoke mildly, but in a&nbsp; friendly manner.&nbsp; He was perhaps making a wrongfully optimistic assumption that this one would not be mean like the others, and might also possibly help him escape. After all, he had duties elsewhere that he really should be getting to.<br><br>That thought would change, later on, when some semblance of being able to think returned to him. She'd actually have to hold him up a bit, because the moment she bit into him, he went very slack; from the pleasure, more than anything else. Even if he enjoyed it, their was a very real, visceral feeling that came with realizing that he was the prey, and surrounded by predators.<br><br>His blood was not only rich and intoxicating, even able to produce some amount of euphoria if she drank enough, but its magical nature also meant that he was very nourishing to her.&nbsp; The amount of blood drained from a mortal that might qualify as a snack, was, from the Fae, more of a light meal. <br><br>Once she released him, he would shake his head a bit, his body already working to quickly and efficiently replace the lost blood. As frail and light as he may seem, even the weakest of the Fair Folk had an amazing constitution.&nbsp; <br><br>He rubs at his neck a bit, at the spot where she had bitten him, and lets out a low, whistling sound; much like a whippoorwill. Since she has dismissed him, and he is unaware of the scrolls contents, he just disappears, teleporting himself right back to the Queen's chamber. <br><br>Amidst the horror and carnage of the ruined room, he would start himself off in one corner, and just start systematically fixing things. Broken furniture is mended, through nothing less than pure magic; dust and fine particles are just zapped away to who-knows-where, things are straightened, things are polished to a high sheen with elbow grease... it'll take him some time, he might not even finish by the time the half-vampire realizes she needs him, but he will get as much done as he can.<br><br>If the Queen is there, she may note that even though his work would seem to require noise be made, he's dead silent. The most noise he makes is from the thudding of his heart, and the occasional Fae curse word as he gets exasperated with how much damage was done. He is also very meticulous, neat, orderly, and precise. In the end, her room might very well look better than it used to; with everything being exactly the way it was, in the exact position it was in.<br><br>How did he do that last bit? It's just how Brownie's are wired. Even the dullest of them was a genius when it came to imagining three dimensional objects, room layouts, and things of that nature.&nbsp; Hell, he could survey a quarter of the Second Layer, and reasonably intuit the entirety of its layout, if given sufficient cause to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 15:47:30</strong>
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				<strong>The Queen with La’cael’rah</strong><br><br>Amidst the multitude of mirrors reflecting her pearly dark features, Lilith felt strangely morose, now that she was once more alone. It was not solitude which stirred such foregin emotions of gloom, but the realization that she was slowly and firmly heading towards a vicious spiral of downfall. It was an unexpected sensation – though not new in the least. <br><br><em>How much further can the fallen dive?</em> A wild thought passed her ancient mind, tempting her to reconsider the options. Will everything really work out the way she had seen it often in her mind’s eye? Cursed be this title that kept her locked in Hell. Just as Lucifer was unable to reach her realm without a proper vessel, Lilith was stuck in the Second Layer, unable to visit other worlds, for as long as she’ll carry the title of Queen. She had seen far too many grotesque diplays of sin in the other layers to even think about wandering around Hell again. Secretly she yearned for the sun and for the greenery that filled the Earth with light and life. Nothing remotely similar grew around her castle, nothing but a lifeless replica filled with poison and decay. Hell was much of a curse to the demons as it was to the sinners that passed its gates, but even those former sacks of meat and bones had a chance to escape once they understood and applied wholly the concept of repentance. For one as her, hope was not allowed. <br><br>There was a time when the Queen herself bore as much hate against the humankind as her wretched soul allowed it. With the passing of the centuries, her duty as Queen became nothing more than what it already was: a burden filled with vile acts and immoral self-indulgence.&nbsp; She had power over legions and legions of demons, but none could free her, not even for a moment. She tempted many throughout the years and changed the course of humankind so many times, “helping” it to wallow in its undeveloped, ignorant state - nothing brought her satisfaction. All her efforts, all her actions had been in vain – what an ironic and bitter conclusion, considering that vain itself had always been Lucifer’s favorite weapon of choice.&nbsp; What made her think that this time her foolish scheme will work? Perhaps she had more in common with the humankind than she knew. Perhaps <em>hope</em> was more than an illusion meant for sinners and&nbsp; weak-minded fools. <br><br>The sound of La’cael’rah’s heartbeat caught the Queen’s attention. She did not expect his sudden return. <em> Is there anyone in my realm capable of carrying out the simplest of orders?</em> she asked herself without anger. It was her fault really, she had been too lenient for such a long time.&nbsp; The slight frown on her forehead vanished upon seeing&nbsp; that the once wrecked bedroom was being restored to its former glory – with a hint of sparkling dust shimmering in the air. <br><br>The imps she had summoned for just after sending the Fae to Relena barged in through the still open door with tools and cleaning equipment.&nbsp; There were about five or six of them, some on top of eachother, bickering. They were making a whole lot of noise for such small and skinny creatures.&nbsp; Some took a gander at the Fae’s restless toil and how fast everything returned to normal. The crushed pieces of wood from her bed glued themselves together, the torn curtains were once again whole. Even the chipped marble statue of Eros was fully restored through magic, as well as the ancient tapestry covering the walls. It was an impressive display of common magic even for the Queen. <br><br>She allowed herself to laugh wholeheartedly and soon the dark goddess found herself closing the Mirror Room, ordering the imps to leave her chamber and laying blissfully in her own bed. Demons had no need for sleep, no more than a rock has need for speaking. To the Queen however, sleep was yet another way of restoring energy, something she used to keep her angelic façade and the many other shapes and forms she took depending on her mood. It was a meaningful action she often indulged in when alone.&nbsp; And she always slept alone. Until now. <br><br>“You may rest beside me…” she said as her eyes were closing slowly “you’ll need all of your strength soon enough.”&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/AngelofJustice.jpg)</div><br><em> There was once again music in the air. Heavenly, seraphic sounds she used to know. A tune she once sang herself, familiar and soothing. <br><br>“Glory, glory, glory”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It filled her ears and her mind, pulsating through every fiber of her being, harmonizing her every cell like harp strings tuning to one another.&nbsp; A multitude of faces and white wings were revealed beyond the dense, milky mist and the voices turned louder. A different tune and different voices reached her ears from somewhere beneath. They lacked the subtle harmony the first ones brought into her being, yet the music was loud enough to reach even there. <br><br>“God is working His purpose out as year succeeds to year.&nbsp; <br>God is working His purpose out, and the time is drawing near.“ <br>&nbsp;<br>She saw humans chanting from below, gathered in a circle as a reflection of the circle made by angels before her eyes.&nbsp; The voices, dissonant at first, tuned in to one another, mixing harmoniously as they grew louder. <br><br>&nbsp;“Glory, glory, glory”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Lilith remembered the song and parted her lips to join in. It felt natural to do so. Instead of pleasant hymns,&nbsp; a scream filled with anguish and despair left her mouth. It remained unheard and - just as before – no one turned to see her.&nbsp; <br><br>The image changed soon afterwards as the white mist became denser, engulfing everything before her eyes.&nbsp; Silence. And then a voice called to her, deeper than anything she heard before.<br><br>“Lilitu, what have you done?”&nbsp; The words came tumbling down like heavy rocks, avalanching towards her with unexpected force. She had seen the image of an angel armor-clad from head to toe, holding a sword she knew all too well. His features were hidden behind a helmet as he seemed to gaze right at her. <br><br>“The end is near, I’m coming for your kind” he said and this was a different voice, less powerful. Lilith fell, dragged by gravity in a whirlpool of darkness and pain. </em><br><br>She woke up screaming with the image of a certain event taking place not so far away.&nbsp; “Suzafan, no!” <br><br><br><br><strong>Suzafan enjoying Tahariel</strong><br><br>“I see that I got yours too…” she replied seemingly satisfied with what she found beneath the cloth. Everything he was called to her like an unspoken promise of heavenly delights. His full lips, the soft and pale skin covering his harmoniously built frame, his kind eyes, the everlasting light surrounding him. The demoness found herself drawn to him in a whole new different way. Desire seemed irrelevant, yet present. The calling of the flesh – sizzling and demanding – became nothing more than a memory imprinted on her skin. The tactile sensation Suzafan knew so well changed in a second, turning into something so much more than what she was accustomed to. It felt as if a multitude of sensations – each having tremendous intensity – came together, balanced into one glorious feeling that took over her fingers and lips, then slowly crept on the rest of her skin. Tahariel didn’t felt human from the start, it was only obvious considering his almost ethereal body,although some similarities were present. The more she aroused – or tried to arouse – him, the more Suzafan’s perception started to change. <br><br>Eager to test the extent of this new found perception, she covered him with kisses and licks, holding his hands in a tight grip above his head. <br><br>“You taste so good.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Once again she stuck out her tongue in a simple licking gesture, letting him know of her burning desire to have him inside her warm, wanton mouth. What she did instead, was to grab hold of him and that’s when she felt it throb and quiver in her hand. Suzafan’s lips curled with satisfaction as her hand started to move along his member, stroking with mild intentisty. Her other hand kept his own pinned together against the wall behind him.&nbsp; Short and playful licks covered his neck and chest as she bend her knees, going down. With the sharp edge of her tail, the succubus cut his cloth, leaving Tahariel fully exposed to her glistening eyes. Full lips came to press against his tip and then she began to lick up his shaft in small strokes. <br><br>At that point in time, Suzafan did not care if her actions could damn the angel before her to eternity in Hell. She wasn’t even sure Tahariel knew what it actually meant seeing as he gave himself freely to her lust and why should she care? Everything he was beckoned her to go on..and he tasted so good.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 22:40:58</strong>
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				<strong>Erato and M’Gul </strong><br><br>He growled as her nails dug deeply enough into his hide to draw more than a little blood. It was stinging like the cuts her bladed whip delivered around his massive neck, and her legs were certainly powerful enough to slowly force the Bull to arche it sideways, her fierce movements coupling with his own. Damn, those were delicious legs, and M'Gul would relish having them against him otherwise. Few of the Damned were halfway as alluring as this one managed to be. He was finding it all halfway between enraging and amusing, for Erato was not behaving like his usual victims - for she was powerful, even fierce enough to batter his advances despite his most beneficent presence. <br><br>His spit falling all over the demoness' face in a drip of foam, his yellowed teeth inches away from her neck when she moved up to bite him. And then, he roared. He had not wanted to be here either! But somehow, having his moments with the Queen had made him relish this Layer, and want to remain around, to be the sovereign of succubi's defender and bodyguard. Why could not Erato accept this? Why did she had to intervene? And why, by the Seven Hells, didn't the Queen move to censure this purple-skinned bitch earlier? His presence here was torn between pleasure and damnation. "Aaahrrrgh!" He growled as he took a hand to smash rather feeble punches against her flank, to little avail. Her fangs dug deeper and deeper into his neck.<br><br>But he would not step away. If he did, he could bet that the smaller Erato could be way nimbler than he was. To fetch her and bring his strenght against her body would be too much difficult if she could slash and run - and there was always the possibility the capricious Queen cast him down if he could not deliver this punishment. He could notice how hiking her legs up made her so much vulnerable down bellow, so without much hesitation, the minotaur took his free hand to her loins and tore whatever little cloth she wore to conceal her modesty, uttering a ferocious, almost triumphant howl once he casted it aside. He could not really stare between them to witness whatever this whore bore between her legs.<br><br>And with a single, fluid movement of his hips, he connected his still hard beasty cock with her lower lips - and dug it deeply into her, hoping the rather unexpected invasion to bring Erato's defenses down, and with them, her will to fight on. She would like it. He would treat her with a well and through rutting, and the Ambassador would grow addicted to his treatments. He could tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 00:08:04</strong>
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				Sweep, sweep, sweep, dust, dust, dust, fix, fix, fix. <strong>Work, work, work!</strong> The Fae had a work ethic that could not be found anywhere else in all the worlds, one might imagine; but then again, this was a Brownie's lot in life. This is what they were made to do.&nbsp; Just as a knife was made to stab and cut, a Brownie was made to fix, and clean. <br><br>Hell, even once he had fully finished the room, he ends up sweeping back along it, making sure it is all clear, all fixed, all beautiful. The floor itself seems to become polished merely by him gliding across it on his too-sneaky feet.&nbsp; And because once he gets going, he rarely stops, even the walls are going to find themselves getting cleaned, the Fae happily floating around, as much by magic as by the wings on his back.<br><br>The ceiling, too, would not be spared his cleaning. One never really appreciated just how much dust and dander could collect up there, and really, it was so unsightly, and really just ruined the air quality of a home.&nbsp; And even though he had no intentions of making this place his permanent home, he felt himself regarding it as such; the Queen was worming her way into his mind and heart, bit by bit.<br><br>He would watch the Queen for a while, when he was done, and while she slept. But, eventually, he would wander off from the bed, because that was not his place; Brownie's did not sleep on beds, lest they be discovered.&nbsp; Instead, he found himself a nice fire place, or perhaps a brazier, or barring that, just some corner to curl up in, out of everyone's way. <br><br>When the screaming comes, however, the Fair Folk was quick to wake, and scurry himself up to the ceiling, where he seemed to presume he would be the most safe from whatever was making people be loud. because people being loud typically meant bad things happening, and really, he's just a cleaner, and a fixer, and not at all a guardian of any sort. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 23:43:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><strong>Tahariel</strong><br>Tagging:&nbsp; Suzafan<br><hr><br>While demons were often in the form that mortals lusted after, angels were often in the form that mortals dreamed of.&nbsp; They were a pair, Suzafan and Tahariel, of unimagined beauty, both sexual and otherworldly.&nbsp; The look in her eyes like a predator, and the look in his like a man trying to refuse something to which he is addicted.&nbsp; Her flesh burned at his where they met, scorching in his mind with the feathery touch of fire and sin and pleasure.&nbsp; She was fierce and desirable and he knew he shouldn't want what was happening, but he just couldn't think of a reason why.&nbsp; His hands flexed and shifted though with not enough strength to break away from her grasp.&nbsp; It was obvious enough that he was not struggling nearly as much as he could, but it was difficult to discern if he was really struggling at all and not writhing with barely concealed, agonizing pleasure.<br><br>When she paused her attention to speak he replied, "You shou--," but it fell short as her hand grabbed his member.&nbsp; It was difficult to imagine that it could be any harder than it was, painfully awaiting release, painfully awaiting <em>her</em>.&nbsp; He let out a gasping moan, barely aware that the cloth around his waist fell away for the way she continued to touch and kiss him.&nbsp; When her lips and tongue found the tip of his cock he let out a louder moan and found his voice once more, "you feel so good."<br><br>The words themselves were damning in a way, but he could hardly concentrate on that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 20:39:26</strong>
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				<strong>The Queen and La’cael’rah<br>Tagged: Tristan, Caliko<br>Time-lapse. Seven hours after the current events<br></strong><br><br>During her sleep, the Queen was able to regain and also enhance her magical energy despite (or perhaps because of) the dream which was both a warning and a revelation.&nbsp; Like everything that had been shown to her in various important moments of her life, Lilith could have simply ignored it. This time she chose not to. What she had witnessed and felt was too intense and meaningful to not stirr a deep reaction within her. She had let things get out of control more than she wanted to admit. <br><br>With the corner of her eye she spotted the unmistakable contour of her pet glued to the ceiling. <br><br>“You can come down” she said leaving the bed to approach the intricately carved doors of her wardrobe. With each step she took, her skin changed color again until it returned to her previous pale complexion. Her features softened, her height was diminished and once again the Queen was able to show her favorite mask to the dark world awaiting her . The wooden doors were open, revealing sumptuous dresses made from the finest of fabrics. They bore the mark of passing time and looked as if none had been worn for quite a while. Going through each of them with unexpected patience, Her Majesty eventually let out a sigh – a humanly, ordinary sigh – and settled for nothing in particular. <br><br>She turned around and gazed at her Fae toy with a hint of amusement. For a moment there was silence as she eyed him from head to toe as if she was seeing&nbsp; his nude body for the first time.<br>“La’cael’rah, ring that bell” she said pointing to the small golden instrument hanging on the nearest wall to his right. He could see that this too bore the symbols of his mistress, an owl and a snake. The Fae barely touched it and the room vibrated in tune with a grave, low sound that seemed to emerge from the stone walls surrounding them. <br><br>Less than a minute later, the doors to her chamber were open and three daemonettes entered before bowing in front of their queen.La’cael’rah recognized the twin servants who were guarding Lilith the first time he was taken into the Red Chamber and the one who wore the title of the First Guard. One of them looked right at him before turning her gaze back to the Queen. She was the one who punched him for addressing&nbsp; Hell’s Mistress directly. She was quite surprised to see him there alive (and untied for that matter) yet did her best not to show it. All three daemonettes wore armored suits consisting of minimalistic breastplates, spiked greaves and matching spaulders. <br><br>“We await your oders!” they said at the same time and raised their heads. <br><br>“Zamora, seek the human named Tristan within the castle and bring him here. Kimora, summon Caliko without being seen by anyone else. Order the imps to unlock the gates of Moltenpit and have the furnaces cleaned and ready. “<br><br>The third daemonette’s eyes glistened as she looked up to gaze at her mistress with a hopeful expression. Was this really happening? <br><br>“May your will prevail!” the guards responded simultaneously and left the Red Chamber, leaving the First Guardian with La’cael’rah and the Queen. <br><br>“Aqvenor,” she called and her own expression was firm and steady “see that no one tries to take our Celestial away or bring him any harm. Guard Tahariel from afar, leave everything else to Suzafan and keep him safe from other demons” she looked straight into the guardian’s eyes “or anything else that might interfere.”&nbsp; <br><br>The First Guardian bowed before replying. <br><br>“I shall do as you command.” <br><br>“Make sure they never leave the realm and let Suzafan know how greatly displeased I am with her boasting.”<br><br>Once she was alone with the male fae, Lilith showed him the wardrobe and asked him to bring the white seethrough dress before her. She also ordered that he takes her bracelets, the waist chain, her necklace and hair jewelry from the glass cabinet and place all of them on her body.&nbsp; <br><br>“What do you make of my realm, La’cael’rah?” she asked while spreading her arms to the sides for him to adorn them. “Would you like to see it changed?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 21:33:43</strong>
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				He remained quiet and unmoving once he got into his position, just watching and waiting. The Queen commanded him to come down, but, he certainly took his time with doing that, seemingly quite nervous. He was still on the wall by the time she told him to ring the bell, and so, he would crawl over there; this time without 'dragging his feet', as the saying went. He rang it softly a few times, then moved away from it, back towards the ceiling, where he apparently felt safe.<br><br>Eventually, the guards left, which made him happy, because he was not going to forget, any time soon, how uncomfortable they made him. He would most certainly never clean their rooms! Not even for chocolate. But, possibly for chocolate dipped strawberries.<br><br>When commanded to help her, she'd find him standing next to her the moment she had finished her sentence. Just... pop! First he's one place, then, he's right there, in the blink of an eye. Sneaky Fae magic! <br><br>He would do as he was commanded to, showing no familiarity with doing this sort of thing--this has never been one of his tasks before-- but with a fair degree of intuition that prevented him from making any sort of mistakes. He just treated her like a piece of furniture he was accessorizing and prettying up; not that he actually saw her as an object or anything, that was just how his mental processes accessed the situation.<br><br>And then...the Queen makes the possible mistake of asking for his opinion. He could be heard taking in a deep breath of air, and what follows is a very long-winded diatribe, during which, at no point, does he stop, slow down, or even take a moment to catch his breath.<br><br>"There is dust everywhere, especially in the ceilings. So much dust. It's <em>horrible.</em> No wonder everyone here is mean. Too much dust is bad for the soul!" His words would occasionally go from semi-calm to impassioned. "And there is a complete lack of pretty floral arrangements, which probably also makes people irritable and cranky. More beautiful things are needed! Like flowers, and trees, and doilies. And floral arrangements. But, only the dwarf trees, because otherwise, they'll eventually destroy the architecture."<br><br>"Also, not enough pastel colors. Pastel colors are soothing, and pretty. Also, I don't see fruit <em>anywhere,</em> except in the hall with the throne, which just is bad planning. How does that even happen? How is that possible?" Aha, a moment of peace and quiet, as he seemingly gets hung up on trying to find an answer to this question.<br><br>However, before any words could be spoken by the queen, he was back to it. "Also, there are menacing things all over. And some times, it's not even properly organized! I mean, menacing things, they are not good, and so should go, but also, when they're kept all messy? That's just <em>horrible.</em> No order, no rhyme or reason."&nbsp; <br><br>"Also, I am not cleaning their rooms. Not at all. They are mean and bad. Also, the ones who ruined this room are mean and bad, and I will not clean their rooms, either." When he says this, it is the closest thing to a violent threat he could express; but, that also means that it appears highly comical, since it's not violent or a threat. But, apparently, this is a big deal to him. <br><br>"I... think that's it. But then again, I've only seen about five percent of the area, so I really can't say. This is a very big house. It might be better if it was divided into smaller houses." He concludes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 11:36:57</strong>
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				Tristan had been trying to sleep, trying because the cell was so small and simple that it didn't have a bed. It was also so simple that it didn't have a toilet which made the young man very glad that he hadn't been there long enough to need it although he was admitedly very tired and hungry.<br><br>The sounds of the imps guarding his cell were also very distracting, the high pitched scratchy accents mixed with the language that sounded like a cross between frogs and a french man was enough to drive anyone crazy. They stopped at once as the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall and a young and very attractive woman came over to the cell. She wore little in the way of clothing but still looked deadly none the less so it was a shock when she opened the door to his cell and spoke in a very soft and girly voice "you have been summoned godling, come" he almost forgot how to move as she held out a hand to him. He took her hand and felt almost normal, it was soft and smooth and she felt warm.<br><br>Almost lovingly she pulled him out of the cell and then keeping his hand in hers guided him towards the queens chambers, her hand stayed laced with his as if she were his lover. When they arrived the woman announced herself and stepped in, letting go of his hand to leave him standing in the middle alone as she moved to one of the silky looking coutch's and lay down on it provocitivly her eyes seemed to stay with him.<br>With a nervous gulp he waited in silence.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 01:56:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://m1.wabs.mobi/d/p/14/11/1411288/Purgatori.jpg)</div><br>Straddling the Baron as Sakkara was, her clawed hands gripping to his wide shoulders, black lips parted with a sharp intake of breath and a glint of fang as he laid his calloused hands upon her cheeks in a quite familiar manner. His broad chest rumbled with his words towards her, and she could not stop the purr that swept from her as his thick fingers worked through her long mane. Her fathomless eyes bore into his own, seeming to search the truth in the depths of his gaze as he spoke on wanting to know more of her then just her body. That admission alone brought her to desire him even more, but now was not the time. <br><br>She too wanted him for more then just pleasure. Play time would come.. but later. Pushing herself upright, a long fingernail would be traced across Thane's jawline, her head tilting slightly. <strong> “ I do not seek to be <em>your</em> Master Baron. I have loftier goals. I would have you with me as I work to attain them, but more pieces of the puzzle need to fall into place before I can continue. Until then, delicious as you are, you will be delivered back to the Queen. I think you'll find studying her to be.. entertaining.”</strong> <br><br>Rising from Thane's prone body smoothly, with a snap of her fingers, two Beings would emerge from behind her. They were of her own Making, a combination of the two main aspects she controlled, both Shadow and Blood. They swirled up from her own shadow, stepping to flank her, looking vaguely man-shaped. Yet they held no true features other then that. They were made of darkness and blood, and could not be attacked. If they were they would simply seep back to any puddle of darkness they found, or blood if available. They could hold onto anything with an iron grip, and obeyed Sakkara utterly. Lilith was as yet not aware of their existence, and Sakkara was not about to divulge the information. There was also the fact that there so far were only the pair, because the time and magic it took to create them was immense, and draining.<br><br>Yet they would be used now, moving to Thane's side and hauling him up by his arms. Licking her lips, the Demon General would step again towards Thane, pressing her body to his, leaning close to cup his cock in her hand, and brush her mouth across his. <strong> “ I play the best kind of game right now Baron. The most delicious dangerous kind. If I win, I shall rule it all. If I am found out, then a massive Battle shall ensue. I am happy either way. I could use you in this endeavor. Not as a pawn, but as an equal. Think on it...”</strong> With a low chuckle and a final squeeze to his shaft, she would give a throaty laugh before turning away from him, and flicking her hand at her Spawn. They would carry Thane through the Halls and deposit him back to the door of the Queens chamber, quickly disappearing again.<br><br>Sakkara's mind went to the Angel she knew to be in custody. She could use that one as well. Her mind worked as she stalked the Halls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 19:56:45</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<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.&nbsp; She deemed her own acts and others’ as natural, really.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.”&nbsp; 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.”&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PoisonousKitty</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 20:23:52</strong>
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				As she had walked the halls Caliko had begun to think on the things that had happened, especially the new development. Why had she never noticed the man she'd become attracted to was none other then a man of power in his own right? Pushing that away from her mind however as she sighed and slid her fingers through her hair Caliko looked down at the carpet only to hear the light movement of someone near her.<br><br>"What do you require?" She said her voice smooth and simple. The creature appeared before her, it appeared to be quite the direct creature, however it seemed worried all the same. <br><br>"The queen requires you..." she said quietly. With that the creature turned around and headed back the way it came, causing another sigh to escape Cali's small pure lips as she headed in the direction the creature was leading her. As she watched her movements Cali soon realized the one taking her back to the queen was none other than Kimora. A small smirk came across her lips then as she silently moved up to stand near the demoness.<br><br>"You appear to be a little shaken or upset Kimora..." She said, however before the demoness could answer they made it to where the queen had summoned her. Walking almost silently in Cali almost stopped at the site of Tristan, however she then moved herself with stealth further into the chamber determination and respect on her face and lining her easy features.<br><br>"My queen wanted to meet with me?" She said her voice simple, yet pure and loving. As her queen spoke it became clear that the task she was being given was of more than just being a guard. She was to watch how things panned out as if there was more to the simple words given to her. Nodding after a few moments Caliko finally bowed, "as you wish my queen... it would be my honor..." With that as the rift opened and La’cael’rah walked towards it Cali was right behind him, however she did take one simple glance back at the one who had slowly been stealing her heart and then was gone, headed back to earth on a mission she knew would soon be of great importance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 13:49:09</strong>
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				<strong>La'Cael'Rah with Caliko</strong> (Queen mentioned)<br><br>He would quietly pad along by the Queen's side once he had gotten her dressed up and had finished talking about all the nice things that could be done; though he was already thinking of other things, as they came to the forge. Goodness, it was hot here, and the air flow was not at all good, and it was all... harsh, and metallic.&nbsp; And not at all nice. This, too, it seemed, would be a room he absolutely refused to tidy up! Nope, definitely not going to have anything to do with it, he is drawing the line, once more.<br><br>He would shift and become several degrees ethereal; humans would not see him&nbsp; like this, demons could only see his outline, as if peering through some Hollywood ghost or the haze above a blazing fire, because they are, simply enough, not humans; they had magic and many other peculiarities that made truly hiding from them nearly impossible.<br><br>Still, one could probably get the distinct impression that he was essentially cowering behind the Queen's legs, and doing his best to not be seen, because there are far too many people for the shy Faerie's liking. He would stay there, until he heard the Queen's order, which did not sound like a nice thing to do; and yet, he strangely felt himself nonetheless compelled to do it.<br><br>Once through the portal, Caliko would note that he is still effectively hiding his fully naked presence; which would be a good thing, the last thing they need is people eventually noticing the stark naked 'human' with gossamer wings. "Who are you? What are you? I'm La'Cael'Rah, I'm a Brownie, but not the kind you eat." He spoke in&nbsp; a decidedly bird-like manner, as if he were more chirping and singing than anything else; it should also be noted that there are many more syllables to his name, but the notes he strikes, the sounds he makes, are not conducive to the written form, save that it sounded--again-- decidedly bird-like in nature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Second Layer ~ Chapter Two</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephiriel</strong> on <strong>10-02-2013, 01:49:09</strong>
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				<strong>Suzafan and Tahariel<br>Prior to the current events. </strong><br><br>A sound of ecstasy came from Suzafan’s lips along with her tongue. She gripped the base of his shaft, tugged back the foreskin and tended to Tahariel’s increasing need. By then her left hand was tightly holding him by the hips as she was kneeled before him,&nbsp; subduing him rather than the opposite.&nbsp; Her puckered lips slowly glided down and then released his throbbing hardness. He could clearly see it brushing&nbsp; against her cheek as she began to kiss down its length before going back to sucking. She nearly took all of it inside her mouth before retreating and leaving behind a wet trail. Circling the tip with her tongue, Suzafan gazed wickedly up at him, anxious to see his once serene features expressing ecstasy. She tried to wrap her tongue around the head and only after teasing him for a little longer, did she took it again inside her mouth. Alternating between playful licks and sucking, she seemed to enjoy the feast more than everything else that day had to offer. <br><br>Tahariel felt the warmth of her mouth and the pressure applied by her lips as she gradually increased the rhythm. Her red lips swiftly hurried across the length of his member, effortlessly gliding up and down, making hungry little noises.&nbsp; Her whole body was filled with arousal and anticipation, as the wave of pleasure took her and images of his firm, eager frame beneath hers began to flash before her closed eyes. <br><br>She heard the Queen’s voice, distinct and clear, calling her name as if she was right beside her. Suzafan stopped for a moment and he could feel her warm breath all around his rod as she focused on the strange event. Has it been real or was it just her imagination? Nothing happened again and the female demon resumed to delightfuly enjoy her prey, helpless as he was against her own desire. A shiver down her spine told Suzafan it wasn't a good idea to keep the Queen waiting, even if it meant interrupting the feast. She rose on her feet and whistled. The three headed beast dashed forth with its slobbery tongue held out in an almost comical way. <br><br>"Guard!" she ordered.<br><br>&nbsp;"And you behave. I'll be right back." Suzafan warned Tahariel before flying away to assess the nature of the Queen's unexpected call. <br><br><br><br><strong>Angel of Justice (NPC) </strong><br><br>All ten Heavens in all their glory are, at any given time, within my reach. All but one.&nbsp; I am not of the Burning Ones, nor of those which guard the Tree of Life. I cannot reach where He resides and all those who can see Him. <br><br>I am of the Virtues and my name is Justice.&nbsp; Throughout eternity I have and always will be overflowing the nine Heavens, bathing each one in the superconcept of my essence. Before man and woman were made, I had no other role than this. Then they were cast down onto Earth because they did not understand that to know God is to love God. So man and woman had to be taught once again. I am here to teach them through justice. <br><br>On this night I shall take the quickest way to Hell. For too long I have watched in silence the corruption of my Truth, for too long has my lost brother turn the might I govern into weakness.&nbsp; I shall not condone the continuation of his reign any longer and it will be so much simple when there is nothing left to reign over.<br><br>The man before me asked for help and I came. Here I stand to assist him in helping another to regain free will. There isn’t a better place than the house of God to drive away the demon residing beneath human flesh, but my protégé has grown weary and his will is dwindling.&nbsp; I am not allowed to interfere unless the other break the rules. It rarely happens.&nbsp; And so I wait for this follower of God to force the demon out.&nbsp; As we stand before the altar, he chants to the kneeled man.&nbsp; The possessed is being held by the arms by two other priests while his body is taken by convulsions in regular motions. They can’t see the pattern, but I do. <br><br>“…..vanish as smoke and heat, bestial and serpentine thing, whether disguised as male or female, whether beast or crawling thing or flying, whether garrulous, mute or speechless, whether bringing fear of being trampled, or rending apart ….” <br><br>The Prayers of Saint Basil the Great ring in my ears and I am able to smell the frankincense once again. The closer I get to these beings, the more I empathize with them. My structures are changing if I allow myself too much of this freedom. <br><br>“….whether dwelling in a house, whether possessed by audacity, or contentiousness or instability, whether striking him with lunacy, or returning to him after the passage of time….”<br><br>Right about now he should start screaming or cursing. The beads of sweat gathered on the priest’s forehead remind me that the human body is primarily made out of water . As the demon is pulled away, I see it desperately clenching to the core of his host . If the human is too weak, he will die.&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually they see it through. It’s a combined effort. It brings me comfort. I welcome the demon that shivers before me. Its eyes are filled with hate, its position forcefully humble. <br><br>“I’m letting you go this time to carry a message. Do not stop until you reach him.”<br><br>&nbsp;As I hold out my hand, its body is being covered in writing. The Divine Word is being carved in its very flesh. It will unlock all seven gates and give me unrestrained passage all the way down to the last circle.&nbsp; Sinful brother, you were warned. <br>
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