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75e58,  Empress Persephone Of Vicentia : *Aramis’ compliments were not missed as she slid her gaze his way* Do not think that I will fall prey to your honeyed words again, Aramis. Though, I appreciate the sentiment. You are looking…healthy. *She would nod when Aramis agreed to the fight within the colosseum. He had some shred of honor left. Though, when Aramis agreed to not kill Firion in this battle, Persephone frowned a brief moment. Did he not recall what this demon put him through with Vivika? When Solomon turned his intense gaze onto her, Persephone shook her head* Why would I do work for Helena? *She’d spit out the woman’s name. Aramis had been the eldest, but that didn’t always mean that Persephone had been off limits to the likes of Helena. She remembered what that woman put her through for the sake of fun and bonding.*

*Her lips curled into a dark smile* I know well enough what I am, Solomon. I also do not need to be an absolute pig and filthy glutton, unlike reformed Paladins who make it their life’s work to be so completely opposite of what they were. We get it, Solomon, you are deeply ashamed to be one of us. *She’d lift a finger to her lips* Though, funny you should mention Andronika. If memory serves, she would be thrilled to see you and Aramis at one another’s throats again. She did always love when you two fought for her favor and ultimately, her power. *Idly, she’d toy with the spear* Vicentia has been under my protection since before Andronika lost her head. I do not care about your honor. I care that you prove yourself worthy of these people to protect your son. Killing them will not do anything, but bring him to lose Vicentia’s protection. Is the son of the Abyssal Princess and some fallen Paladin asshole really worth protecting?

*Persephone’s brow twitched to Firion’s words, her fangs baring slightly* A baby is no mistake. Certainly not one as unique as their union. *After all, there were only the two of them in existence. Artemis and Dionysus.* Enough threatening to harm children, Firion! *That was starting to really irk the vampiress.* I will cut your tongue out. *They all knew she would do it without a second thought. Persephone wasn’t one to make idle threats*

98b4f,  Rhys : “You don’t want your own tact board to flaunt your adoring fans’ boxers like Uncle Romero?” He jests. When Lagertha blushed at the sight of werewolves in cages it was just too priceless. As she too noticed the commotion and pointed out that his cousin was there, that was when Calamity came in focus, struggling with security. Leave it to one of the Triple Threat to make a scene. He also noticed the werewolf that was also struggling with security. At first Rhys thought one got loose but then that scent, he smelled it before, Colt? He had never seen him in that form before. “Are you kidding me?! All he does is start fights in the yard!” What was Calamity doing with Colt? Why were they even here? He contemplated going over there to smooth things over but at this point would it do any good?
e4170,  Lagertha : It'll come! I mean, we are from talented lines of musicians, after all. *When Rhys said she’d have fan fawning over her, Lagertha blushed a little* Fans would be great. Hopefully, they don’t go throwing their boxers around. *She’d lightly chuckle as she walked with Rhys towards the live exhibit. Lagertha stopped dead in her tracks as they came upon the scene. Her face would come to match her bright red hair. There was so much fur and the scent on the air was so thick. It was like a trainwreck that she couldn’t look away from.* So…b-b-big. *She muttered before her attention was snapped to the commotion of another wolf who was attacking one of the guards, not knowing that it was Colt as she had never seen his werewolf form.* Rhys…I didn’t know your cousin was part of the show…
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d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: “Artemis I am sure is going to be very disappointed with my behavior.” *pausing briefly* “perhaps even a little upset that I am choosing to engage in violent behavior now.” *Colt lunged forward toward the other guard, aiming to drive a kick hard to the nuts, fist coming down for the jaw whether that kick connected or not.* “you good calamity, or need reaching?” * he teased knowing he might pay for it later. Though with that control he worked so hard to maintain faltering, Colt began to shift. Growing larger, furry, and taking his war form at this point as he wanted to cause some damage now. A small part of him really enjoying the surrendering control.* “that one is mine..” *growling and leaping toward the large demon holding Calamity over his shoulder, the aim was to take him to the ground large jaws moving to bite at the throat of the demon intent on causing removing the threat as quick as possible.*
f487f,  Calamity : *Colt's control faltering meant a victory in her eyes. She was better than Artemis for him, he just was too aloof to see it for himself. When he captured her chin and took a more dominant stance, she'd be a little uneasy. That sudden firm kiss to her lips really threw her off. Who was this man? Where was he hiding?! Calamity of course would not miss the opportunity and would return that kiss with hungry fervor. As he pulled back, she grinned as she studied him. He really wanted to do this?* What would your girlfriend think? *Calamity smirked as he rolled up he sleeves. Already, the crowd was shifting and phones were coming out. Without a second thought, Calamity swung for a hard left hook. When it connected, she frowned as the guard laughed. One small thing to note, that Calamity forgot about...her demigod powers and strength didn't work in the Abyss! Calamity's eyes went a little wide as the guard scooped her up and tossed her right over his shoulder, Calamity flailing and kicking* Would you put me down, you big brute?!
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d45f8,  Ruin : (...*makes a clay body of Jack*)
4db35,  Radna Arioch: *Radna watched Jackal closely as he stalked nearer. Sure that this was all a show, that he wouldn’t actually be allowed to do anything.* “Yes, obedient bitch?” *a hint of confusion in his tone* “you do know what those words mean right? And no I don’t see a leash, yet.” *Then the wolf began his little diatribe about do not think blah blah blah* “yes yes, you are… ack! *a low sound of surprise escaping the boy when Jackal snatched him up. Heart beating a bit faster, a bit harder now. The first inklings of the fear creeping in as the alpha wolf sniffed him.* “d..do you know who my father is? You can’t treat me like this!”

*For all his talk, radna was smart enough to know in a fight he was no match for jackal right now. The alpha wolf had years of experience, training and even strength on him.* “unhand me, I know..” *his words trailing off when the wolf met his gaze and uttered his threat. Radna stared hard, eyes going wide when he saw how serious a threat it was.* “Yeah whatever, at least I don’t smell like wet dog.” *the best he could muster as a comeback until Jack dropped him back into his seat and moved away. The boy letting out a sigh of relief as his question was answered.*

*Fortunately before anything else could happen, Vivika was up close and personal with the two of them. Addressing Artemis first, Radna paying close attention to their exchange as it was safer than looking in the wolf’s direction.* “Some would take offense to their pet being addressed in such a way, the fact that you don’t speaks even louder to your skills at breaking down the feral beasts. Sometime would love to hear a few tricks in how to deal with wolf not knowing their place.” *he smiles as the key is handed to artemis and she snatched him by the hand with a level of excitement he had not seen in a long time… if ever* “sure, let’s go see what else is in store for us. This hasn’t been too bad yet. *happy to be getting away from jack*

3e10a,  Artemis : *She knew it!* I am sure that my father would enjoy that. *Artemis smiled. Though, would that mean that her father would fuck her favorite songstress to make a killer song?! When Jackal threw his weight around with Radna, she would rise from her chair, ready to take on the wolf if needed, fangs slightly bared. However, that wasn’t needed* What a cranky old man. *Though, Radna had brought it upon himself. Sassy to a fault sometimes. Artemis watched as Vivika glided to her, accepting the key the demon Princess offered* Thank you, Mistress. *Turning to Radna, she’d was all too giddy as she scooped up his hand to pull him right out of his chair, making her way towards the door that held so many possibilities. What challenges awaited them? She was all too thrilled! Turning to Radna, she would smile with that twinkle of excitement in those eyes* Are you ready? *If he agreed, she would walk through the door with him*
05318,  Vivika : *Vivika did love to be showered in compliments. Hearing Artemis did bring a smile to her lips. She was even more pleased to hear that Artemis and Radna agreed to take her little artistic challenge. The question of Artemis brought a flirtatious laugh to free her lips* Constantly. Such reckless behavior and we certainly pissed off the crew, but that artistic vision was pure magic. *Vivika arched her brow to Artemis as she slowly smirked* You know, I should invite your father to collab on a song on my next album. *Vivika then winked to the young demoness. When Radna opened his mouth, Vivika was reminded of who he was the child of. She did not stop Jackal as he tormented the poor young demon.* How is there offense, little Raddy? Does your question not exemplify my abilities as a Mistress to be able to bring such a fierce beast to heel? *When Jackal had finished bullying Radna, Vivika would rise from the bed as she strode towards the two. To Artemis, she would hand over a heart shaped key with a red tassel and the number 01 upon it.* Now then, go on and do enjoy my Den of Debauchery~ Best of luck to the two of you~ *Vivika chuckled with amusement before returning to Jackal, trailing her fingers along his chest* What a big, bad wolf you are. *She said speaking to him like one did a pet*
ce940,  Tynan : Tynan faintly flushed when Advern took his hand and mentally gave a fist pump as he walked toward the clothing displays which seemed to be gathering a crowd. He would look at the beautiful blond on display and elbow’s Advern. “Hey, check that lil’ number out. The General of Vanity sure know how to pick them.” While Advern looked at the suits, Tynan looked at the lingerie because…incubus. He waved at Romero when he walked by. He picked up a meshed fitted crop top and some black leather boy shorts and would put them up against Advern with a low whistle. “I bet you would look scrumptious in this.” He grinned.
d9c8d,  Liltia : She giggled at his comment about him and Rhys. Liltia and Dion reached the booth and Liltia made a beeline to the lingerie section. She looked up at Trinity when Dion compliments her. “I’m not surprised, Lord Mal always has the best-looking models. Your mother really pulled all the stops on this exhibit, Dionysus.” Then she turned her head to the dressing room, the strong sexual energy coming from soaking it all in, her pupils slightly dilated placing a finger seductively on her lips. She had snapped herself way from it when she saw Abduxuel wolf fur everything and immediately started to record when Dion commented on that outfit. “Lord Abduxuel is dress for the occasion.” Liltia smiles into the camera, she seems to be a bit for giddy from the energy. “Lord Mal has brought some of his finest and sexy attire.” She panned the camera on some of the clothing, she plucked a wolf ear headband and place on her head before looking at the camera. “If you want to check it out, we are at Vivika’s art exhibit in Luxuria~”
98b4f,  Rhys : “One day, we just need to get our big break. It’ll come someday, Lagertha. Then you too will have your own fans fawning all over you.” He grinned when she kissed his cheek and took her hand and started to walk toward the ‘living exhibit’. When they got there, they were greeted by the scarrarousing site of the werewolves ferociously mating in the cages. There were even some of the onlookers making out to the sight of it. “Uh, there not painted models but I guess you can chalk this up as performance art.” He said with a smirk, then he slightly turned to the commotion going on, looks like security is having an issue with someone.
17a18,  Abduxuel Amdusias : *Glancing over at Dion as the young man commented on his attire.*

Thank you. I hope that in due time the process of processing werewolf fur and hide into managible textiles and leathers will be more reliable.

*When Mal told him that what he was wearing would have to go, he would not argue. He knew what he had gotten himself into when he asked for the other General's assistance. Without a sense of modesty or shame, he would strip down to absolutely nothing before allowing himself to be directed towards his beauty routine. Closing his eyes, he would allow himself to be pampered. Not that it was torture. If anything, he was smiling like a cat that just finished eating the chicken that had been left unattended in the kitchen.*

*When at last his new outfit was produced, he was practically purring with delight at the pampering. Getting dressed where he was without bothering to walk into a changing room, he glanced down at the suit before looking up at the other elder demon.*

How much do I owe you? And please, don't say a favor. If we are going to go that route, we might as well jump straight into talking business with regards to your access to the finest artists of beauty in all forms when it comes to the self and my access to all sorts of interesting materials.

64f06,  Romero: *Ro took a few moments while Persephone fixed her lipstick to adjust his jacket. Ensuring that while wearing it properly, those bite marks were still on display. The incubus was getting ready to move on when Perse issued her dare.* “single huh? I don’t have any singles, but I think I can find something to complete this little challenge of yours.” *he stepped up toward Perse, wrapping haha arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.* “make sure to watch this, wouldn’t want you to miss a thing.” *dropping a wink as he turned and moved to approach Trinity, slightly shifting to avoid bumping into people moving about. His hand digging a bill out of his pocket.* “you are next level my dear.” *making a show of stopping directly in front of the blonde, taking his time drinking in her lingerie clad form. With little warning, he reached out hooking a finger into the waistband of her thong, pulling it out and tucking thst hundred into the band letting it snap the bill softly against her waist. Already turning to begin walking away.*
0f41e,  Persephone Asteroeids : *Prancing out of the changing stall was Romero and Persephone. Romero had lost his shirt and tie and Persephone’s lipstick was slightly smudged. There was also a lovely bite mark on display upon Romero’s neck. Adjusting her dress, Persephone rolled her tongue over her lips to clear away the last remnants of Romero from her soft lips. Stepping to one of the mirrors, Persephone saw to fixing her lipstick. Her eyes then watched Romero a moment before she motioned towards the Nekraos woman* Dare you to put a single in her thong~ *A wicked smile slapped her lips as there was a deviousness that twinkled in her eyes that was rarely seen unless high on whatever Romero had coursing through his veins or you know, induced. This really was on Romero. He knows what he did.*
8b35b,  Morris Shade: Morris was quiet listening to each of their responses. “I understand your concerns. I too miss Mother Gomorrah and I wish things were different. I promise you that I will do all I can for everyone. And if such a thing would happen that I am no longer worthy to be your god, I will relinquish my power to prevent our people from suffering.” He wasn’t planning to fail but, he wasn’t born a God like Gomorrah and all he can promise them is that will we do his best.
206cb,  Advern Joutei : **He'd look back at Tynan.** Aww, that's nice of you, Beau-Ty **He'd take his hand and would move towards the clothing displays, looking over some of them to see what he liked the best. Some of them were nice, he supposed, though he wasn't too sure about wearing a full on suit, as he preferred clothing that was more comfortable and easier to move in.**
ce940,  Tynan : “It fit the theme too.” He peeked at Advern looking at the clothing. “You know, how about we check out something you want to see. I don’t want to pick something that will put you in an uncomfortable state again. I think the clothing would be sort of safe.”
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8b6f6,  Mal : *Oh he knew Despair was just telling him what he wanted to hear, spewing empty compliments and buttering him up. That did not mean however it was any less effective.* “Well I suppose of all those present this evening, I am your best chance at looking the part.” *A wide smirk could be seen in the small compact Mal held, his eyes glancing toward the other general.* “Okay first things first.” *Mal took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly before snapping the compact closed and turning back toward Despair. He approached slowly, circling a few times around the general as he seemed to take in various measurements mentally.*

*Mal finally stepped away, moving toward some of the male clothing he had on display, calling back over his shoulder.* “First thing first, what you’re currently wearing? Lose it.” *glancing toward the male up section* “Haanya, provide the general of despair with the full skin care routine. Bring his skin, complexion and appearance up to standards.” *A smaller female vanity demon coming over to gesture despair into a chair. Given he went along with it, there would be massages. Moisturizers, lotions, and a full skin routine being done while Mal put together an ensemble.*

*Eventually, about the same time the demoness was finishing up, Mal approached despair once more. Snapping his finger as a small hanging bar was slid over, Mal placed several hangers upon it.* “So my good general, here is the selection I have picked out for you this evening. You can get dressed in this, and you will look like you belong.” *pausing as he slid each hanger forward, describing the suit pieces in probably excruciating detail for one who didn’t care about fashion.* “to complete the outfit, a pair of Vanity abyssal leather wingtip shoes, a custom silver and onyx watch, and pink silk pocket square. Once you are dressed, you will sit back in that chair, and your hair will by stylized to complete the look. Understood?” *his words not really asking as this was fashion now. Hearing the words of Dion, he glanced over at the boy with a smile and a nod.* “I am glad to see you have a good eye and an appreciation for my model selection. If the smell of dogs is bothering you, I would suggest moving to this side of the set up. The smell is drown out by far more pleasant aromas”

472b8,  Edge: (*Stretches*)
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fe912,  Dionysus Deville : *Dion grinned wide* Rhys and I DO make a handsome pair already, luv. *When she mentioned that she would rather go to the booth of Old Man Mal, he wasn’t going to argue. He didn’t exactly enjoy watching the dogs fuck one another. It had a stench that turned his stomach, to be quite honest. All that wet, matted, crunchy fur…No thank you. Heading towards the booth, he’d let out a low whistle as he watched the blonde cutie that was chained to Vanity.* Look at those legs. And that ass. You could bounce a coin off of that. *Taking in a big whiff, Dion’s eyes dilated, his eyes glancing towards one of the dressing rooms. When one of the buttons came rolling out from under the door, Dion stopped it with his foot* Someone is having fun. The moans and groans were music to his vampire ears that picked up the lovers. Then, that deliciously satisfying combination of sex and blood was masked by that retched stench of rotting mutt. Dion slowly slid his narrowed gaze towards Despair. Though, when he saw what he was wearing, Dion would laugh* Yo!! Dude, that’s fucking sick!
DICE: Mal rolls 16 = 36 on a 1d20 +20.
DICE: Mal rolls 8 = 26 on a 1d20 +18.
8b6f6,  Mal : (*takes a deep breath* time for a challenge..)
64f06,  Romero: (*looks at Rhys and Lagertha* get a set put together kids, I’ll have your band open at my next show *grins*)
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e4170,  Lagertha : *Lagertha squeaked as Rhys pulled her out of the way of the gaggle of the girls, the whole world slowing in that moment. He rescued her! How princely! How gentlemanly! Lagertha blushed as she looked to Rhys with those big doe eyes.* You saved me. *Leaning in close, she’d plant a kiss on his cheek, her hand settling on his chest.* That could be you and Dion one day too, you know. Once things really take off with our band, of course. You could have a HUGE collection of panties tossed your way! *Tilting her head to his words, she’d blink* Living art? Like painted models? That sounds like it could be intriguing! *Little did she know, right?*
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17a18,  Abduxuel Amdusias : Oh, believe it or not I like to sample all sorts of different emotional states. Each one contains a trace amount of desperation within them. Especially the raw state of lust.

The urge for release, or constant release. The thirst, hunger, and even rage. All roiling, writhing, under the throes of pure unadulterated passion. And beneath all of that... despair. Both in the moments until sweet release... and afterwards when the sensation of the orgasm, or orgasms, has passed.

*Taking a deep breath, taking in the emotional tastes...* It is delicious.

*Oh, he was enjoying the reaction that his presence was invoking from Mal.* As for what you can do for me... I am looking to update my wardrobe. As you can see, my current tailors aren't up for the task of supplying me with the sort of rare textiles and leathers which have suddenly become available.

Seems that weaving wolf and werewolf fur into textiles is rather difficult.


*Stopping himself from taking a deep breath, and settling for a sigh instead.* Though in the short term... I suppose we could see about getting me something else to wear tonight. I tried to force myself to go through with this due to my own ego, I admit, but the stench is getting to me.

*And because he knew better, his tone of voice took on an almost pleading tone.* So I am thus forced to turn to not only my comrade and peer, but the only demon within all of the Abyss whose sense of style and beauty could be said to rival that of the goddess of beauty. *Said while keeping a straight face, in spite of him wanting to gag at his own words.*

So... Malgeral... are you up for the challenge?

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DICE: Vladimir Murnau rolls 11 = 11 on a 1d20 +0.
DICE: Vladimir Murnau rolls 1 = 1 on a 1d2 +0.
DICE: Vladimir Murnau rolls 14 = 14 on a 1d20 +0.
DICE: Vladimir Murnau rolls 2 = 2 on a 1d2 +0.
DICE: Vladimir Murnau rolls 13 = 13 on a 1d20 +0.
630c5,  Vladimir Murnau: “Let’s be honest, can anything really handle them?” When the Ace told Vladimir about Rone’s ability to ‘subdue’ Rathien and Evangeline he paused. Then inwardly smirked. “I will admit that’s quite the feat. Those Blood Angels can be very feisty. Perhaps being a God of the Mind has its benefits.” He picked up the cue stick. “Danke.” He can overhear the bratty back and forth was sounding a bit more like business now. Hopefully, things are on the right track now. He aims for the cue.
6d579,  Rone : *Again he found himself rolling his eyes, He had expected the Demon King to be prideful, it was literally part of their culture, but hed never expected the King to be so... delusional. Everyone was so fearful of this King, yet everyone was overlooking the fact that the qualities of a great corsair, did not make for qualities of a great King. He had been looking forward to a decent adversary, he was shocked to find himself so... disappointed. Not that he would share those thoughts of course, simply waving a hand to Elise's rebuttals* Fine, fine. The demons in fact won the war, you are all the best, long live the new King. Going round in circles gets us no where. I highly expect we both have busy schedules we could be getting on with *And he suspected the King's attention span would stretch too far* The point is we have a chance to establish a new status quo.

*He gave the two generals a brief glance as they racked up their game. He was listening in to what he could of their conversation. A small warmth of pride coming from hearing Ace defend him like that, what would people say. He had to hide a brief smile as he caught her look for a brief moment, sending a thought her way, before returning his gaze to Elise* Let me be clear with what I am offering. I am willing to cede to the abyss the Mountains of BAme and the land beyond, as far as the ocean, on the North East of Aetharia. Land enough for any of your demons wishing to settle in the mortal realm to do so, a New Abyss if you will. What laws, or lack of you wish to establish there is down to you. Slavery, Murder, all your favourite past times. In exchange we secure a treaty between our peoples. Open trade, Peace, hell we will even throw in a cultural exchange program. More over, a part of that treaty, Aetharian people are off limits, Your demons no longer have to keep looking over their shoulders for demon hunters and my people no longer have to fear demons eating them. Your people respect our laws when on our soil and we will do the same for yours. *he relaxses in his seat, letting his offer sit in the air a moment, even taking a long sip of his drink, before adding* It gives both our peoples something new to build upon, instead of fighting each other. You get to claim a greater victory than your father ever achieved in lifetimes of trying to conquer the mortal realm. And we all get to move on with our lives, focus on greater goals.

ebf2a,  Jackal: *Jackal was not happy to be here and it showed in his face. However, this exhibit, this q&a was the last time he could be called. This was his retirement and afterwards he was free from the evil bitch. So there he stood, arms folded across his chest, scowl plastering his features. Then there was the question from that arrogant, disrespectful little shit.* “obedient bitch?” *Those words growled low, a dangerous edge to them.* Tell me this boy, do you see a collar?” *Jackal takes a step closer, eyes locked onto Radna as if he were prey now* “Do you see a leash?” *another low rumbling growl and another step closer.* “What makes you think I am obedient?” *jackal slowly stalked closer, eyes never leaving the boy.* “Do not think I am some obedient bitch as you put it child.” *With much quicker speed, jackals hand snapped forward, fingers closing in Radna’s shirt and hoisting him up and out of his seat. Pulling him in real close before leaning in and giving a sniff* “Why do I smell so much fear coming from you?” *pauses leaning away to meet his gaze* “perhaps since after this event my contract is fulfilled, maybe I will make a special trip. Come find you, treat you like my bitch and see how obedient I can make you.” *With a low growl, Jackal dumped him back into his seat, returning to where he stood before.* However you did ask a question. That answer to your question is I signed a contract with Vivika here to protect my pack and at the time my infant son from her demonic wolf hunters. Everything since then has been fulfilling my end of the contract. Nothing more, nothing less.” *Giving a small snort and tossing the woman a side eye as if silently showing his displeasure in being here, regardless of the not fucking anyone stipulation he put in.*
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b8347,  Abigor : He sealed them away? Abigor knew that was a flat out lie, they were fighting Gomorrah when the angels were sealed away!! "Ragnarok already has my-...D'artagnan's other grandfather to challenge. I'm sure your father's got more important responsibilities now instead of finding a new angel to..." He saw how Ragnar was concerned with how Rathien perceived Rone's relationship with Evangeline and chose his words carefully. "I doubt Ace would ever humor it."

While Ragnar was trying his best to keep things positive, they would have to rip the bandage off eventually. Fortunately, at this point, Rathien's words didn't seem to have any effect on the half-demon, or he was just thinking really hard about what she was saying, given what happened recently. He trusted Ragnar to keep the queen from leaving, but stood up once she seemingly tried to freeze her own soon in an effort to push him away. The half-breed took a long puff from his pipe, exhaling through his nose as he approached the two.

"I know all kinds of things, your highness. I know that, under normal circumstances, the law of your people punishes those that commit suicide by devaluing who they were in life. Even if someone like you pardons it."

Abigor only got close enough for the ice to start melting off of Ragnar, then he pulled a little notebook out from under one of the scarf tails as if there was a pocket in it. "Give me a moment, I scribbled all this down really fast." He'd quietly scan his notes for a moment before tucking it back in to the scarf. "If what Akordia's father did was foolish, you must think you have a better reason, even knowing how you'd be treated."

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05318,  Vivika : (Test)
4db35,  Radna Arioch: *Radna only blushed a little more at Artemis comment. Returning that smile with a genuine one for a change.* “yeah, don’t get used to it. You’re one of the few that see the real me and not what I am in public.”*He followed her behind the curtain taking a few moments to take it all in. Slowly moving to sit beside Artemis as his eyes fell upon Vivika.* “this is a lovely exhibit mistress Vivika. Very.. engaging.” *his fingers gripping that golden rose a bit tighter, the nervousness of the whole experience starting to get to him some.* “I will agree to these challenges if for no other reason, I want Artemis to win her prize, and as stated, we do have a safe word already.” *Falling quiet as Artemis asked Vivika her question, remaining such for the demoness to answer completely. Only after he was sure both were done talking would he speak.* “My question is for jackal actually. You’re an alpha werewolf, quite the fighter if stories are to be believed, so I was wondering what happened that made you such an obedient little bitch?” *Quickly glancing toward Vivika* “no offense intended to you at all mistress Vivika.” *His question perhaps a used as an opportunity to get that public mask slid back in place in order to remove the embarrassment he was feeling.*
3e10a,  Artemis : You know, you look cute with a little color to your gaunt cheeks, Radna. *Artemis offered him a warm smile as they walked together towards the curtain. The demoness could feel her heart beating a little harder. Her father had informed her of some of Vivika’s shows. Surely, it would be nothing compared to what she had seen within The Pit. When they slipped beyond the curtain, Artemis took in all the energy of the setting. When her eyes settled upon Vivika, she couldn’t help but be in awe of Abyssal royalty. She of course would take a seat, spinning the golden rose between her fingers as she finally set her eyes upon Jackal.* It is quite the show, Mistress Vivika. You truly are an artist in every aspect of the word. *Hearing about the challenges of the experience that lay passed the door, Artemis’ excitement grew. She loved a good challenge. Glancing to Radna, she’d give him a comforting smile* I accept. Should Radna Arioch agree, our safe word is “blizzard”. *Her eyes then turned back to the two. One question, huh? She would take it easy on Jackal this time as he was likely to get a lot of grief tonight* Is it true, Mistress Vivika, that you and Solomon had sex while recording your latest collab album, “Experience Required”? Quite the salacious album, by the way. Even my father plays it from time to time for some inspiration. *Artemis smiled a touch to Vivika*
05318,  Vivika : *When Artemis and Radna had arrived beyond the curtain, they came to a rather boudoir setting. Various pinks and golds, the lights low with a soft pink glow. There were different sofas, chairs, fur rugs, a bed with satin sheets with gold accents. Vivika was dressed in a black venetian lace and crystal bra and knicker body set. Crimson heels were in stark contrast to the black lace, though so was the rich red sheer feather robe. Diamond jewelry caught the light, sparkling bright. Vivika was sitting on the edge of the bed, Jackal between her legs and on his knees. A pink and gold riding crop was within her hand as she teased it along Jackal’s bared chest. She did at least let him have a pair of tight black leather pants. Turning her attention to Radna and Artemis, she’d smile as she motioned with those perfect nails for them to take a seat in the chairs just passed the foot of the bed.* Welcome~ Enjoying yourselves so far? *She’d pause before continuing* You two were selected to experience the real immersive experience. Beyond that door… *She’d motion* There are at least ten challenges that await you both. They will push you to get to know one another and yourselves more than you might have previously. Not all are for the faint of heart. You will need a safe word. Should it be too much for either partner, speak your safe word and the show will end. Make it to the end together and a most decadent prize awaits you both. Do you both accept? What will be your safe word? *Vivika would lift a finger* Oh, yes! Before I forget, you are both permitted one question of either myself or Jackal. Anything you wish to know or desire~
JOIN: Abigor enters the fray
7499b,  Devin: (t)
7499b,  Devin: (t)
7499b,  Devin: Devin smiled softly seeing the joy in Sterling’s eyes as he glanced down at their child. “He is such a cute lil’ bean. Would you like to hold him? You’ll have to dust your hands off first.” She giggled. “I wanted to contact you during the birth but, my family insisted I have the baby at their home with the assistance of the midwife. The Abyss isn’t somewhere I would think you want to go.”
d9c8d,  Liltia : “I guess so. Pair with Rhys?” She grinned wide at Dion. “You two would make a handsome pair.” She wasn’t sure what he met about that last part of what his mother had in store, but it sounded juicy. When Dion listed off the many events going on. “So many choices. I know most of the chat is like Vanity but, the werewolf mating would bring a lot of views. I don’t want to reveal too much, I want people to come to the event.” She thought about it, then she heard the howling. “Hm, let’s check out the adorable wolf ears. If there’s some available to buy, I can rock them for the rest of the show.”
JOIN: Mizzle enters the fray
d4721,  Ace : It would make more sense for nine. I agree. Asmodeus could wrangle the nine Abyssal Generals. However, the Heavens were not always equipped to handle the Holy Seven. *Ace chuckled as she racked the balls, glancing towards Rone* I would not underestimate his will power. My King subdued our Queen and Evangeline. I do not think King Elise stands a chance to sway his cock. Though, he does have a yearning for crazy cunts. *Her gaze shifted towards Elise, gritting her teeth. How she wanted to lay waste to that damn demoness. Rip her head clean off her body.* You can go first, Vladimir. *She’d take a sip from her glass before going over the casual rules. No called shots. Just simple fun. We can roll a d20 and if it’s 12 or higher, they get a ball in. First to get a ball in, roll a d2. 1 = Solids 2 = Stripes. Roll a 1 and you scratch. Roll an 8, hit the 8 ball in, game over, unless it’s the final ball. Keep rolling until you miss. There are 7 stripes and 7 solids. Hope that makes sense!*
JOIN: Solomon Sifrid enters the fray
bd939,  Ragnar Bloodeagle : *While it was true that Ragnar seemed to be easier to talk with than either of his parents, that did not mean that their tempers did not escape him. Abigor had a good plan to not provoke the son of Rone and Rathien. Ragnar grinned wide as he looked to Abigor and his mother* Yes, that is correct. My father is one of the greatest heroes in all of Arda! One who defeated not only Gomorrah, but sealed away two of the most powerful Evangelical Angels. Though, the most powerful is still out there. I wonder if Ragnarok would ever challenge him the way Evangeline did. *He’d wince a little as he sheepishly looked to Rathien, rubbing the back of his neck* Yes, I know, you gave her up as it was time. Mother, she was killing you… *Then he sighed softly, reaching out to place a hand atop Rathien’s who looked to her tea* He didn’t love Evangeline…

*Ragnar looked to Abigor and shook his head* No. I am afraid that she does not know how to rest. *He’d smile a touch* I hear they are married now. Never thought that cat would do it. Regina really captured his heart. I am glad that they are so happy together. *He’d take a sip of his own cup of tea as the conversation transitioned to the triplets* Those three are going to be a handful as they grow up. A real triple threat. *He’d chuckle*


*As Abigor pulled up a chair and engaged with Rathien, the elf Queen would bring her cold amethyst eyes to settle upon him. She wouldn’t say anything but, Ragnar would* Empty. Alone. *As Abigor spoke on Rone, the room grew cold as Rathien glared to the half-demon* You know not what you speak of, half-breed. If I wish to take my life, it is my choice! My decision to make! Not yours. Not Rone’s. Certainly not the choice of my children. I decide my life, not any of you. *Rathien would rise from the table, shooting Abigor another glare* Akordia’s father was a weak god who killed himself over a foolish mortal who took a path that led her down a miserable destiny. *She turned to storm out of the tea house. Ragnar, however rose from his chair and was quick to catch her wrist* Don’t mind her. She’s just hurting. *Tugging Rathien back, he’d pull her close to him, tightly embracing the elf Queen. Ice formed began to stretch along Ragnar’s skin, but he continued to hold her close* Shhhh. He still loves you. *Rathien buried her head against Ragnar, the man lifting his frigid hand up to tenderly caress her hair*

fe912,  Dionysus Deville : It’ll be good for him. Not that I would mind being paired with Rhys. He’s my best friend and partner in crime. We would rock what my mother has planned. *Dion smiled to Liltia* Where do you want to go first? Vanity’s clothing booth? He’s got a hot blonde babe with these adorable wolf ears. Maybe N*V’s collab booth? We could check out the wolf auction or even the live demonstrations of werewolf mating. *He’d continue* Mother even has her dildo collection on display with demonstrations and demons there to answer questions. *Dion noted there were various couples being escorted towards the curtain of pink. Hearing the wolves howl, Dion narrowed his eyes. Damn mutts. Despite growing up with werewolves, Dion didn’t view them as anything more than pets, which is why he hated Colt getting cozy with Artemis. A lowly pet had no right to someone like her.*
4db35,  Radna Arioch: *Radna glanced over to Artemis, watched as she turned the monster dildo about in her hands. Listened as she spoke of its features and how it would undoubtedly bring great pleasure. Even he was a little surprised when she showed how it could ejaculate as well.* “That is quite the toy you have there Artemis, I am sure it would do many wonderful things for a woman.” *That red already kissing his cheeks in a faint hue. Fortunately though, Artemis saved him from the new experiment by asking the demoness for a demonstration. Taking her hand with a rare, grateful smile he rose up to follow along with her.* “oh well in that case, we certainly can’t be rude can we?” *trying to be his normal, teasing self but the embarrassment was definitely there. That faint hue grew much darker as they watched the demonstration, as Artemis asked her questions, and when she gave a small clap afterward he joined in as well.* “I can tell how hard they had to work to put on these performances. I am impressed, truly.” *slipping his arm around her as well, starting to move toward the next exhibit before they were offered a golden rose* “Artemis?” *he asked questioning even as they were being escorted toward a pink sparkly curtain. The boy just kind of going with it for now.*
3e10a,  Artemis : Radna, this would bring great pleasure. The weight. *She’d shift it in her hands* The warming sensation, the throbbing as you hold it, and even the smell all lure you in. *Artemis would even shift it to show him the tip* Look, you can even have it ejaculate for you. Quite marvelous. *Artemis was definitely in her element here and wasn’t afraid of the sexual theme whatsoever. As Radna seemed uncomfortable with the demoness wishing to give him a personal demonstration, Artemis heard the safeword and was immediately at his side. Smiling to the other demoness, she would offer her the Enraged Alpha* He is waiting for just the right demoness or demigoddess, rather, to experiment on that level with. However, I would appreciate a demonstration with this, if you would not mind. *As the demoness slipped off of Radna’s lap, she’d take the large dildo, moving to another station to get into position to handle that big boy. Offering her hand to Radna, she would help him off his seat* It would be rude to just walk away from her. *And so, she would watch the live performance for a few moments, even asking questions about how it felt and which angles would really be the best. When the demoness had concluded, Artemis gave a clap of appreciation, bowing to the demoness* Thank you. *Turning to the likely red Radna, she’d slip her arm around him once more* They work so hard on these performances. *As they walked towards the booth that had the large wolves with the sparkling collars, they would be stopped by two demons dressed in black suits, each offering them a golden rose as they were escorted towards the sparkly pink curtain*
DICE: dm dudeladyjinn rolls 6 = 6 on a 1d6 +0.
JOIN: Ed enters the fray
d3bb1,  Chronicler: *Antoinette would not approve of Morris as they felt that Gomorrah was their true deity and could easily come back, should none of them give up on her so easily. However, should Morris rise, Antoinette would continue to uphold her responsibility to the people of Zelphanasta with whichever deity they chose to make sovereign over their great nation.*
64f06,  Romero: *Noticing his threat only seemed to drive these fan girls even more wild, their hands getting significantly more grabby, something had to be done. The lingering scent of Persephone was slowly fading, and she was his target. She was the one he wanted, and she was the one he would have.* “if you ladies will excuse me, I have someone I truly must get too.” *he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments before pouring that surplus of energy into one of the more fun powers of incubus and succubus. Soon, all of the women began shuddering and screaming, their bodies convulsing on the floor as powerful orgasms surged through each and every one of them. They might not know this, but all it took was a single touch with his ability to induce orgasms.* “now my empress” *Turns to where he saw Persephone only to see her no longer there.* “oh so the hunt begins it would seem.” *He smirks, licking his lips and moving toward Vanity’s tent. That power remaining active as he was feeding it energy just as quickly as he was collecting it. Ro began moving through the crowds, snickering to himself each time he bumped into someone, or someone bumped into him. The resulting effects perhaps not as powerful as it was with those fan girls, but enough to certainly notice.* “Oh Persephone, where are you my little empress? I must offer worship on my knees before you bow.” *Stopping amongst the wares of the general, taking the moment to glance around at some of the demonesses and some of the items put out for display.*
39ba6,  Trinity Nekraos : *From one godly presence in her head to another. Hearing the voice of The Seeker and feeling the immense pull of the Heavens, Trinity’s eyes glowed faintly from the sudden surge. The Heavens were calling upon the Houses of Zelphanasta to place their vote or rather, seal of approval, upon the newest god-to-be. How exciting to be a part of something so monumentous! Hearing all of the proclamations, Trinity took in a deep breath as she pondered over a new god to replace Gomorrah. For the most part, Gomorrah had been good to her brood. It wasn’t until this latest war that everything looked a mess. Did Gomorrah really want to plunge the world into eternal darkness? Was Morris just going to pick up where Gomorrah left off? He was her greatest Disciple after all. Trinity looked upward, as if she could see The Seeker and Morris as he saw the Heavens above.* Our hearts are heavy from the loss of Mother Gomorrah. We cannot allow the past to repeat. The gods hold so much sway and are often left unchecked, leaving mortals to be fodder and cleaners of their messes. Morris Shade, I will vote in your favor under the condition that our three houses may vote to relinquish your power from the Heavens should you stray from your sworn duty and truths.
0f41e,  Persephone Asteroeids : (Come and catch me, if you can, Romero~)
206cb,  Advern Joutei : Maybe they're being sold here because of the amount of people? It would be an idea to get a decent sale of goods that way. **He'd look over the display of clothing, to see if there was anything that might catch his eye. Though when Tynan pointed out the other display, he'd look over.** You want to get a closer look at that, I assume?
DICE: Romero rolls 6 = 16 on a 1d20 +10.
64f06,  Romero: (*sighs* gotta make this difficult don’t ya? *laughs*)
JOIN: Rhaegos enters the fray
eedcb,  Sterling DeLancre : A son. *Sterling whispered the words with such pride. As Devin shifted the baby blanket, Sterling got the first view of his baby son. The man fell silent. His eyes glistened as tears formed within the Paladin’s eyes. The baby boy’s eyes of red did not bring the man to wretch away like so many others when it came to those who held the trait of the crimson eye. No, Sterling did not associate those eyes with being touched by Heliot, but rather those of his mother.* Devin, he is remarkable!
8b35b,  Morris Shade: Morris would looked up when the Seeker did and seeing the nebulas swirl and speed towards their view was a sight behold. This realm was the most beautiful place he has ever seen. This was the stomping grounds of the most revered Mother Gomorrah. Why would she give all this up? He would wait patiently for the Seeker’s verdict. Patients was one thing he learned as the undead, in life there never seem to be enough time, in death it seems there’s almost too much time. He wondered how time works in the celestial realm.
d8f68,  Corbin Shade: Corbin was leaving Zelphanasta for a bit to go see Akordia and their children. He was missing them. He also couldn’t wait to tell Akordia that he met with King Rone who offered aid, though he still can’t see that going over with Queen Rathien well. Speaking of Gods though, He would hear a disembodied voice speak to him causing him to pause in his steps. “Now what?” New god? King Rone did mentioned another person trying to be a god and they both wondered if it was his Uncle but when he heard the voice declaring himself as such and his proclamation to the other gods on how he plans to reign as a god. Corbin was in awe, did Morris Shade’s ambition know no bounds? Did Gomorrah put him up to this as a failsafe? It was the first time he heard his voice, his real voice not just the skeleton chatter. “I Corbin Shade accept Morris Shade as the new patron god of Zelphanasta. Not because of nepotism I may add. It’s because who would know the needs of our people better than one of our own.”
0f41e,  Persephone Asteroeids : *Eyes ever hungry watched as her husband was mauled by his adoring and starving fans. There was a smirk of amusement upon those lips. How would he get himself out of this one? As she timing him, on top of it all. Turning her attention back to Vanity’s booth, she’d watch his various models show off the looks for the show. She idly thumbed through his wares, none of it really jumping out at her. Though, Malgeral’s fashion wasn’t usually of her interest. She preferred the collections of Aphrodite or Skinner. The woman chained to the demon General put on quite the show for the patrons of the booth and when there would be those that Vanity no doubt deemed unworthy, the Nekraos woman was there to act as a buffer, softening any blows or gently leading them away from Vanity. Though, she was kind enough to see to lesser demons putting their skills to the test to do some makeovers. When the stench of wolf drew closer, she’d cast her gaze towards Despair, noting his gaudy attire. A for effort. Though, Vanity was quick to make his quips. With Romero taking his time, she’d work with a lesser demon to pluck out something to try on. The demon swore it was just the thing for her. Persephone would not be convinced until she could try it on, the lesser demon leading her to a changing room at the south end of the booth. With a wicked smile, she’d whisper* I will start without you, Romero~ *Closing the door*
JOIN: Ed enters the fray
5d36f,  Wynona Montgomery : (The leeches are comin' outta the woodwork)
5d36f,  Wynona Montgomery : *As Colt slapped his hand over her mouth, like any good sibling, she was sure to lick it all over, making sure it was good and slobbery, throwing in a nip or two. After a few moments, she’d give him a good elbow to the stomach, in hopes that he would release his hold on her. She would not be silenced!* Pa talks ‘bout yer parents goin’ at it like wild bunnies. Ain’t there like six o’ ya now? *She’d shudder a little* Yer poor Ma. Though, best watch it as Ah know a wolf or two tha’ bein’ eyein’ yer Ma. *She’d then eye Brantley with the boar as she chuckled* Huntin’ fer the Pack? Worried we can’t feed ourselves? We ain’t pets, ya know. *She teased, mostly. Not liking the little jabs he made. Looking to Sandrine, she’d smile. Yeah. She was so pretty.* No wonder Colt whispers ‘bout ya n’ Delphi as he sleeps! *Wynona laughed wildly as she fled back to the kitchen, hiding behind Severin, sticking her tongue out at Colt* Bacon jam'll be great. We could charcoal the boar n' pair it with some potatoes n' carrots. Best put together a salad too or Ma'll be disappointed.
d9c8d,  Liltia : (So, chat, will it be Coltemis or Coltamity?)
JOIN: Ed enters the fray
8b6f6,  Mal : (Oh don’t worry Marisol, you’re always welcome to come visit *smiles*)
9197c,  Marisol : (Attractiveness? *_*)
8b6f6,  Mal : (*grins* of course my dear, to be in my presence requires a certain level of self care? Fashion sense? Attractiveness?)
39ba6,  Trinity Nekraos : (Oh that Vanity. Always a sassy one ^_^;;)
8b6f6,  Mal : *Vanity stopped what he was doing when he felt the other generals presence. Standing there back turned for several moments before slowly facing despair as he heard the question.* “Yes busi…” *his words trailing off, jaw going slack hand quickly lifting to cover his mouth as if to prevent heaving.* “Despair… fellow general… epitome of the emotion, I have but one simple question for you.” *clearing his throat* “what the actual fuck are you wearing?” *slowly moving around him, eyeing the [i]outfit[/].* “I mean this with as little offense… okay that’s a lot” *shaking his head* “I mean this in the most offensive way possible, why do you look like a pomp catering to the puppy community. Over here looking like you’re about to say you can have my hellhound for $500 an hour. Extra for the weird shit.” *continues to take in the appearance.* “over her getting confused for Edward dickhands.” *sniffs the air a bit* “and the smell. God the smell. Did you like run those pelts through a wolf pack latrine? I mean, I get it, I know you’re the general of despair, but your appearance is making me so sad that… I can’t do this, I need something” *reaching into his jacket and pulling out a compact mirror. Mal held it so his reflection would block out despair.*

“To answer your question, yes business is doing very well. Lingerie and skin care are my biggest sellers here, followed closely by shoes.” *he chuckles softly, glancing over his shoulder toward those wandering his merchandise and the lesser vanity demons assisting them.* “so I didn’t think I would see you in a place like this, a lot of emotions but not so much despair. What can I do for you Abduxel?” *his tone polite? Though the general of vanity has not looked at despair again as of yet.*

64f06,  Romero: (Hell yeah! Let’s go adventuring! *laughs*)
eeed6,  Natsumi The Spectacular : (Chin up, Romero! We can always go on an adventure!)
64f06,  Romero: (*sighs* fine, I will take your word for it Abigor. Since I know you like strength, I will send you in my stead. Go help keep an eye on Perse okay? *grins*)
b8347,  Abigor: ((Well they like me...but they aren't beautiful, they're all very harsh looking, they've hardened their bodies until they're all rugged.))
64f06,  Romero: *blinks at Abi* so wait it does exist, just they hate men??)
64f06,  Romero: (But if it was a dream, you would be there… with a lot less clothes *laughs and shrugs* I suppose for now I must pass it off as such though.)
b8347,  Abigor: ((No you've got it all wrong, they like to beat up men and break their fingers and arms and ankles, and sometimes noses if you're not paying attention.))
75e58,  Empress Persephone Of Vicentia : (Certainly sounds like a psychedelic daydream)
64f06,  Romero: (Are you sure?? Cause I keep hearing talk of an island of beautiful women that know all kinds of interesting holds)
75e58,  Empress Persephone Of Vicentia : (Romero, I know not what you speak of. Did you take one too many pills again?)
b8347,  Abigor: ((What island of beautiful women? That's just a fairy tail Romero. *pats him on the back but secretly winks and thumbs up at Persephone*))
64f06,  Romero: (That’s what happens when you go to an island of beautiful women and leave me at home! *snickers*)
75e58,  Empress Persephone Of Vicentia : (*Rubs her temple*)
JOIN: Abigor enters the fray
JOIN: Rhaegos enters the fray
DICE: dm dudeladyjinn rolls 64 = 64 on a 1d121 +0.
DICE: dm dudeladyjinn rolls 54 = 54 on a 1d121 +0.
17a18,  Abduxuel Amdusias : *He felt the energy. It was delicious, the taste of all of these raw emotions. The lust which hung as thick as steam within a sauna. The occasional flares of rage intermixed with the lust. The embarrassment from some of the younger crowd. He noted the apparent age of many of those at the function.*

*And then there was Romero and his situation. One had to be deaf, blind, and stupid to miss that entire fiasco. And he couldn't help but hover just enough away to drink from it without being caught up in it for some time. Eventually though, he would pull himself away.*

*Spotting the booth that Mal had set up, and hearing his cries, he couldn't help but walk over towards him. Looking like A Pimp Named Regrets, he couldn't help but walk up to the other General.*

I take it that business is good? *He asked casually.*

17a18,  Abduxuel Amdusias : (*Eyes the other Generals. Grins and waves.*)
JOIN: Ed enters the fray
JOIN: Solomon Sifrid enters the fray
JOIN: Solomon Sifrid enters the fray
7499b,  Devin: Devin smiled at Sterling as he reached out to her. “A healthy son.” She moved the blanket away from the baby’s face so Sterling could have a look, He had a full head of white hair like his parents. His eyes opened hearing another voice and his ruby eyes looked up at them both.
JOIN: Mizzle enters the fray
JOIN: Abigor enters the fray
9197c,  Marisol : (Ooh, I want to watch the fluffy fight)
d45f8,  Ruin : (True, he barely survive a fight with one demon.)
4db35,  Radna Arioch: (*grins and starts recording* This way we can watch it again and again cause brave or not, respect or not, he ain’t winning this fight)
d45f8,  Ruin : (Oh yeah, he's still dumb. It'll be fun to see him not fold so easily like his father.)
4db35,  Radna Arioch: (Huh… go figure *grins* shit for brains though )
d45f8,  Ruin : (Also Calamity possibly twatswatting herself is hilarious.)
d45f8,  Ruin : (So Fido does have a backbone. Respect.)
d9fc7,  Silvar Ashwind : The temperature near Firion and Persephone rose for a brief moment, then returned to normal. Firion's expression remained unchanged. "How unfortunate, your old age has cursed you with memory loss." He nodded when Persphone told him that Vicentians wouldn't harm innocent children. "You're right, and Dartagnan would not forgive me if I did such a thing." He would listen to Persephone for now, he absolutely did not want to involve his father. However, if Solomon wished to stoop so low, a giant man willing to go lower than him was one phone call away.

The half-demon was surprised that Aramis was being so cooperative. Perhaps his mistakes humbled the vampire man? That would be unfortunate, Firion had hoped for a bloody, rage filled battle with him. Fortunately, Solomon was more than willing to bring things back to that level, even if he would have to be dragged into it. Firion took a deep breath. "As it stands Aramis, I only wish to fight you to dispel this red hair superstition, if defeat without execution will quell their fears, I will grant you the same courtesy. However, if Solomon does not want to join us, I'll just incinerate him where he stands, sparing Vivika and his mistake of a worse fate.

He begins to approach Solomon, the temperature around him beginning to rise. "What shall it be? A warriors death? Burnt to ashes? I need no help to defeat a spineless old vampire losing his memory, but if you're so afraid of defeat that you have to hide behind the lives of my people? I promise you, the third option is one you, and your child will regret." Diamantia would be very familiar with that third option even if it was only rumors, as would Vivika if she were present. Aramis not so much, he was only familiar with Diamantia's very large monk friend he had a brief altercation with.

JOIN: Abigor enters the fray
0d534,  Maverick Clearwater: (Hope ya win, Colt, or the girls are gonna have a hay day)
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: (Come on now, that’s not fair! I thought I was going to an art exhibit with a friend. *sighs* and now about to be fighting demons in this place)
JOIN: Abigor enters the fray
008d4,  Destiny Clearwater: (*Is grateful that Maverick does not get mixed up in Colt's antics*)
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: “I honestly can’t say yes or no to having ever thought of us as more than friends. I’m not opposed to seeing if more could be there, but right now I have Artemis.” *catching the roll of the eyes, hearing the tone of her words.* “Why do you do that? Why when I talk about keeping control, do you get annoyed?” *pausing briefly* “Not everyone enjoys losing control, becoming a slave to their desires, their feelings at any given moment.” *His words and thoughts cut off when he felt the warmth of her hand against his neck, the teasing of her nails.* “Yes, there is beauty in chaos, but all chaos must be tempered as well.” *words spoke with an edge to them. The girl already turning and leaning up pressing her chest against his before he could recover from the teasing.* “Calamity…” *words whispered before he felt her lips brushing so softly against his, body tensing. In that moment his control faltered, she would start to feel a kiss in return when they were interrupted.* “What do you want?“ *those words growled out as his attention shifted toward the two new comers. Colt began sizing them up, taking in their appearance and scoffing* “so given those seals on your uniforms, what are you lackeys for the boss bitch here?” *Colt grinned a bit, turning back to Calamity, reaching out snd taking hold of her chin.* “What do you say Calamity, should we do what they want and come peacefully?” *leaning down and kissing her hard, waiting several moments before pulling back. A more predatory look in his eyes now* “Or should we engage in a little destruction, a lot of violence and go back to our discussion of the fun in giving up control.” *leaning in and whispering, how breath against her ear* “let’s see what kind of beautiful chaos we can create.” *turning back toward the two guards, slowly starting to roll up his sleeves*
a1dc3,  Solomon Sifrid : *The roll of quarters had him blinking with a confused expression, not from any injury or strain, but more from the man stupid enough to wander into this situation. His honeyed eyes turned to the muscled figure as they approached, taking in their words, but instead of fear, anger or any other emotion, a confusion came to cover his features. He let the other man speak, so many big words, so many threats, he should tear Firions throat from him and bathe in the blood. Instead, only one question came to mind* Sorry... Who the fuck are you? *If he was saying it to piss the Half-demon off, he was covering it well. There was a lack of recognition filling his features, clearly he had done something to piss the big man off, but the Ancient Vampire was far too self absorbed to remember everyone he had ever come to blows with* Look mate, Vivika has fucked a lot of men, and im sure you made you feel very special, but your a little out of your league here. *Yes, he really was that much of a cunt*

*His eyes then slid back to the others, firstly to the current empress, he shot a wink* Why the fuck would I do that? I tried to play nice and you spat in my face. *he let out a short hard laugh* you dont want to be one of my kind, yet your happy to shove my brothers blood in your veins. If your people are gonna corrupt themselves, atleast commit to the fuckin bit love. *Then to the OLD Empress* Im sure our sweet sister is to busy fucking some dusty skeleton than actually doing anything. Shes always been a sort of, let the minions do her dirty work type. Talking of. *His eyes met her own, his intensity growing. He did recognize the symbol, perhaps he was hunting the wrong vampire after all* Dont suppose youve been doing any favours for her? Missing any of your brood at all?

*Then the mention of arenas and fights of honors and all this fucking knightly shit, They were almost as bad as him when he was mortal* Why the fuck would I agree to that? I already know I can kill him *He nods to Aramis* why the fuck should I let another person join the party? And why the fuck would I release these people when it stops the big scary warrior ladies getting involved? *Firstly, to Aramis* You are pathetic, you know that? You see these mortals crying and hugging the fucking cows they slaughter for food? You see them seducing pigs to their bed chambers before they cow down on a good ol' hog roast? This is the problem with our people, ITs all emotions and lets feel sorry for our food now. Andronika would be so fucking ashamed of all of you. They are food "Big" brother. They are pathetic *he motions to Diamantina with a wave of a hand* they piss themselves in fear just being around us and you lick their boots. And you! *Back to Persephone* They aint your people any more, they dont even want you. All this play nice shit leads to one thing. One day, your gonna get hungry and gonna have to bleed one of them dry. Grow up and live in reality. And people act like IM the mad one is this fuckin family?!

DICE: Colt Montgomery rolls 13 = 13 on a 1d20 +0.
eedcb,  Sterling DeLancre : *The moment she tapped his shoulder, Sterling glanced to her* There you are. *Setting the tools down, Sterling spun around, ready to lift her into his arms, when he saw the small bundle held close to her. The man froze before her, drinking in the sight of the two of them together, committing it to memory. Soon, a joyous smile spread across his features* A son? A daughter? Healthy? *Spoken as he placed a hand tenderly upon her arm, Sterling almost trembling as he touched her*
9c686,  Viktoriya Romanov : *Viki welcomed his touch and the kiss to her head, enjoying his closeness. When he turned them, she’d watch as the area shifted before her, bringing her a familiar sight of sorts. The architecture was a sight for sore eyes. As he mentioned how he studied up on her world and country, she chuckled softly* It is beautiful place, my Russia. I vould have to keep you klose or else you might freeze, Canary Boy. *Pulling from him, she’d move a few steps closer to the castle, closing her eyes as she took in the scent of the lake just beyond.* Your world is beautiful too, Canardhoun. I am happy to be here viz you. *Opening her crimson eyes, she’d draw her attention towards the bears that approached, noting their adornment of leather and the royal crest. Viki would step towards them, trying not to hurry and show too much excitement. That wouldn’t be very regal of her, would it? With a large smile, she’d pet and nuzzle each bear* Alexei, Dmitri, Konstantin, and Kira. *Glancing back to Canarus, she couldn’t help but chuckle* Kome now, I kan do more zan best you at wrestling bears, Canary~ *Drawing towards him with a devilish grin, she’d trail her finger down his arm.* I kan also best you in bedroom tango~ *Leaning up, she’d press her sweet lips to his cheek* Zank you, for ze bears and kastle. It is very sweet gesture.
d3bb1,  Chronicler: *There was no emotion or response that would show whether The Seeker held any views or opinions on Morris’ choices of Champions. The Seeker would wait until he had concluded answering the series of questions before she would turn her attention to the open heavens above. There would be a swirl of three nebulas that would speed towards the center of their view.* To the Three Houses of Zelphanasta, do you accept a new god in the stead of Gomorrah? *The words would echo into the minds of Trinity, Corbin, and Antoinette. Morris’ claims also played out for them to form a more solid opinion.*
ce940,  Tynan : “It would be fun. You know what they say, good things are worth waiting for.” He looked up at another demo and his eyes widened. There he saw the cage of the woman being mated by the brown werewolf, and the cages of other werewolves engaging in similar activities. He tapped Advern on the shoulder and pointed at the sight, the sounds, the smells, the sight, causing Tynan’s eyes to glow faintly as he soaked up the energy omitting. “I never seen art like that before.”

Tynan then looked over at the other wares, looked like there’s some apparel is on display. It was the high-end stuff, The General of Vanity and Envy were working around the set up. “I never seen that at an art gallery either.”

JOIN: Ed enters the fray
8b6f6,  Mal : (For your own protection *smiles*)
17a18,  Abduxuel Amdusias : (*Looks over at Aldman* Were you talking to me? Because I don't remember asking you if I should be concerned about my best friend's daughter or her friends. In fact, I do believe it is my duty to worry about my neice's affairs. Now go get lost in a burning poppy field.)
39ba6,  Trinity Nekraos : (Why do I even need to be chained to your belt? T_T)
MSG: Abduxuel Amdusias sent a message to Mal.
f487f,  Calamity : Just a friend, Colt? Do you never think about us as being anything more? *As he whined and whimpered about the ridiculous notion of control, Calamity rolled her platinum eyes* Yes, yes. I can see that you are very well trained. You know that it is perfectly acceptable to let loose and have a little fun. *When Colt seemed responsive to the nails, she’d continue for a moment before lifting a hand up to his neck, teasing those nails against his flesh.* There is beauty in chaos, Coltikins. *Calamity turned against him, her eyes locked on his as she leaned up and pressed against his chest* Show me how destructive you want to be. *She relished the thought of destroying Colt’s control. Her lips inched closer to his. Calamity’s lips grazed against his when the two demons showed up. Calamity growled low as she pulled from Colt. Now what? Calamity didn’t notice the embroidered seals on the guards’ breast pockets.* Serious? *She would go if Colt did but, she was fully willing to throw down too.*
9197c,  Marisol : (No one is going to look at me funny.)
9197c,  Marisol : (You don't have to worry about that. ^^; It's not like I'm the prettiest girl in the gluttony gate.)
DICE: Calamity rolls 6 = 13 on a 1d20 +7.
b7972,  Aldman : ((Alaric, beat anyone up that looks at Marisol funny that isn't my grandson))
b7972,  Aldman : ((That's all you need to worry about))
b7972,  Aldman : ((I know about them, that's all he needs to worry about))
DICE: Colt Montgomery rolls 18 = 18 on a 1d20 +0.
JOIN: Abigor enters the fray
9197c,  Marisol : (He knows about my friends but, I don't know if he knows about this exhibit.)
8b6f6,  Mal : *Mal walked around his set up, eyeing all the demonesses and his pretty little blonde model. Occasionally reaching out to adjust some of the lingerie, reposition how they were standing, generally ensure it looked as good as it could.* “do not slouch, stand exactly like I told you, and make sure any patron is satisfied.” *his fingers reaching down to adjust the chain attached to his belt. A smirk spreading across his features.* “I do so appreciate your willingness to assist, I will ensure you’re mostly unaccosted.” Turning to glance around the displays, he had a section for lingerie, a section for makeup, and apparently the busiest section of his booth, the shoes.*

*Clearing his throat, giving the most pleasant, friendly voice he could at the moment.* “Do not forget all my lovely ladies, gentlemen and others, custom order and designs can be fulfilled. We have the requisition forms to fill out all the relevant information.” *pausing a moment* “that works for shoes, dresses, suits, lingerie and any other attire you might want. The important information, materials and colors. As for size, in the back we have some of my tailors to take exact measurements to ensure you get just what you want.” *Mal gave a bow smiling and moving about the people once more. Helping with recommendations for make up, color palettes and skin routines.*

9197c,  Marisol : (Poor fluffy.)
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: (Nope nope nope… fuck this. I’m outta here!)
JOIN: Ed enters the fray
05318,  Vivika : *Through the crowd, a male and female demon duo dressed in all black would make their way towards Colt and Calamity. They were large and in charge, given their statures and the power that radiated off of them.* “You two, come with us.” *They didn’t much care if the two were fondling one another or fucking. If they were compliant, they would be escorted through the gallery towards a well-guarded sparkly pink curtain.* “She will be waiting.”
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: *With each passing moment, it was getting harder and harder for Colt to think clearly and rationally. The scents, the sounds, the feelings were overwhelming his sense at this point.* “Do I think I would have a chance doing the same to you? I don’t know because I have not ever thought about a situation that would cause me to try.” *shaking his head with a small scoff* “No, I have not ever tried to take on a Demi-god of any kind, let alone one of destruction. Again though, I consider you a friend and would see no reason to try and actually harm you.” *instinctively his eyes focused on her lips, watching that simple gesture closely, noticing the toothy smile* “who would pin who might be fun to try sometime, just maybe not here, and maybe not while I’m trying so hard to maintain some semblance of control.” *Then there she was, jailed between his arms close enough to the show she could see every detail.* “I th…” *his words trailing off, eyes slipping closed as he felt her nails across his skin eliciting a small shudder. He felt the way she pressed back against him, responding in kind despite knowing what she was doing. Her whispered words, stretched out frame as she leaned back.* “Calamity, we both know I can’t do this here” *His words saying one thing despite his body saying something very different. Somehow still clinging to a little bit of that eroding control, of that weakening willpower of his.*
DICE: Colt Montgomery rolls 10 = 10 on a 1d10 +0.
4db35,  Radna Arioch: *Radna had made himself comfortable on that plush chair throne, watching Artemis in all her excitement over the collection on display.* “You seem like you really know your stuff when it comes to this collection Artemis, safe to assume you’re a fan of her products?” *Radna smiled a bit, the faintest hint of color in his cheeks from everything going on. When he vaguely heard the whisper and saw the monstrosity she was holding the boy arched a brow* “that one is quite the toy, not sure if it would bring more pleasure or pain though.” *He jokes, his personality a bit different when not surrounded by people.*

*Before he could say anything else, a demoness had made herself rather comfortable on his lap. Instinctively one arm wrapped around her. His attention shifting toward the small tentacle toy in her hand. Blinking a bit in surprise at her words.* “umm well.” *Actually caught off guard a bit by the demoness suggestion, tossing a quick glance toward Artemis* “I actually really enjoy a good blizzard.” *Using the safe word for this situation. After all, if he was going to experiment, it would require very different circumstances than this one.*

b8347,  Abigor : It was incredibly bizarre, Ragnar had a strong resemblance to his father, but he was much nicer than both parents. While Abigor was curious, he wanted to be careful to not pry into anything that could sour Ragnar's mood. "I don't think I'd have been able to overcome it without Canary and..." Abigor had to prepare himself for what he was about to say. "-your father helped, after some convincing." When Ragnar joked that his mother was more likely to burn things down, Abigor would try to diffuse a potential situation. "She's been through a lot, I bet she didn't give herself any time to rest after Evangeline was pulled from her. Same thing happened to Wyvern and he was stuck in a wheelchair for a while, fortunately Regina's a miracle worker." If Abi had known Ragnar was testing for poison, he would have offered, he was pretty sure he could handle any poison that'd be used to harm the queen.

Abigor was surprised to find out that Ragnar had already met the triplets, but that was good!! "She's got a lotta energy, but she's got good parents, and with you taking to this uncle thing pretty fast. She and her brothers'll grow up with some good role models." He didn't want to let on that Akordia might have been struggling with the whole ordeal so he would keep it pretty brief when speaking of the children. The half-demon eventually pulled up a chair to sit down across from the queen. "How are you holding up? I guess it'd be pretty weird to have your thoughts to yourself again after having someone judgemental like Evangeline inside of you for years. I wanna hope that your husband might've helped you work through that but...he's been doing his own thing since the war ended right? I don't know what he's doing aside from squabbling with Hunter and saying I kidnapped Ragnar, but maybe he has no idea how taxing it could be getting an angel removed from you, and unfortunately you aren't the type to tell him." Abi didn't actually believe that Rone was ignorant to any of that, especially considering he could read minds, but he was being as polite as he could about him since Ragnar was present. "Your kids still care about you, but you know its more than that with Akordia, she already lost her father, she doesn't want the same thing to happen to you." Abigor didn't want Rathien to take her life either but he didn't think mentioning that would really sway the queen at this point in time.

bac58,  Neimion Telethil : ((What about druids?))
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: (Also.. what the hell scales? Ain’t a damn thing wrong wit’ my head)
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: (*nods with Maverick* right??)
33ae1,  Brantley: (I’m sorry.. but seriously though. I don’t get it *chuckles*)
0d534,  Maverick Clearwater: (Druids *wistfully sighs*)
19a07,  Saoirse O'Shea : (Brantley. We dun say stuff like tha')
daaca,  Havoc: (Grandad said you can't to wrong with the language of flowers. You sure about that, Miskha? That might of destruction is always right.)
33ae1,  Brantley: (*looks at the wolves, and then to colt and the demonesses* has he been checked out by a head doctor? Like I mean no insult but..)
9f1d2,  Cheyenne Frost : (*mutters*)
ebf2a,  Jackal: (*laughs even harder* I damn near way! Remember how I was sick for a couple days and laid up so I missed my patrol? *gestures* she did not find it nearly as funny as we did!)
445a9,  Delphinium : (*Leans on Sandrine and sighs* We didn't even stand a chance...)
64f06,  Romero: *feeling her foot upon his leg, catching that teasing glance of silky flesh. The teasing seemed to only fan the desire, the lust he was already feeling. Then her fingers took his chin, those honeyed words dripping with want whispered out. Yet before he could respond, before he could even think she was on the move and he was on his back.* “what…” *those words uttered out between the screams of the women. Hands all over him, touching and grabbing, then there were mouths and nibbles.* “you all, *closing his eyes and breathing a little heavier* “should really stop what you’re doing. I am already “ *trying to writhe and wriggle out from the pile of bodies with little success* “this is going to get so much worse..” *realizing his situation, He stopped trying to fight it, his body going still for the briefest of moments.* “I love you all, asi do all my fans. However, right now I seek only my empress.” *looking between the mountain of women atop him.* “if I have to go through all of you to get to her, so be it. I will fuck this whole building into submission if that’s what it takes to get back to my queen..” *his mind almost single focused on his wife now, fully embracing the incubus nature and letting his aura feed into those mobbing him.*
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: (Help me out here! What will it take? This is not what I signed up for)
a8709,  Mishka : (Havoc! You owe me an arm wrestle! Flowers you sent painted klear picture. You vant me to show you strength of hope versus strength of destruction! I vill vin!)
6732a,  Sandrine Doucet: (I guess us wolf ladies don't do it for him anymore.)
daaca,  Havoc: (I know right? Some freaking flowers before you start trading blows with my sister.)
d45f8,  Ruin : (Gee, at least take my sister out to dinner first, dog.)
f487f,  Calamity : *He didn’t understand the effects that his growls and predatory behavior had on Calamity. It thrilled her. Whether she wanted to fuck or fight him really had yet to be decided.* I am sure Dionysus had it coming. Do you really think that you would stand a chance at ripping off my arm, Colt? Have you ever taken on a demi-god of destruction? *Calamity rolled her tongue over her lips, her eyes growing nearly feral as pointed teeth grinned to him* You wouldn’t stand a chance pinning me to a wall, Coltikins. You are welcome to see who would pin who. *When Colt switched gears and gripped her arm to pull her through the crowd and to the front of the werewolves fucking, Calamity had a dark smile on her lips of victory, which she quickly hid away when he looked to her next. Colt had her jailed with his arms and the railing that kept the crowd at bay from the show. Calamity was none too kind when she pressed herself back against him. Her eyes were upon the show as the wolves howled once more. Calamity raked her nails along Colt’s strong hands as she leaned her head back to whisper* You could get your fill, you know~
0d534,  Maverick Clearwater: (Ugh. He's gonna use that "devil made me do it" line...)
19226,  Brandon Clearwater: (Ha! Ya remember that time ya put a snake in Chey's bed? I thought ya were a dead man!)
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: (This was just supposed to be an art exhibit with a friend! *grumbles* I didn’t know it was gonna turn into this!)
206cb,  Advern Joutei : **He'd roll his eyes, then would smirk** I'm sure you would, but that would be more fun, wouldn't it? Instead of guessing, keep it a surprise, which would make it all the more worthwhile in the end. So, what should we see now?
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: (I swear it ain’t my fault! I’m tryin t’ be good here!)
0d534,  Maverick Clearwater: (Per usual. He can't resist gettin' himself wrapped up in anythin' that deals with a girl with a pretty face n' hot body. Even if she's crazy)
ebf2a,  Jackal: (*laughs* I’m still shocked ya came out of that one unscathed.. mostly)
db525,  Severin Doucet: (test)
db525,  Severin Doucet: (Hehehe, seems he can't keep away from those demon ladies. It's gotta be a hex.)
d45f8,  Ruin : (Aww, Uncle Ragnar. ❤)
6732a,  Sandrine Doucet: (Hey, You said Colt gettin' in trouble again?)
0d534,  Maverick Clearwater: (*Waves to Sandrine* Uh, hey!)
19226,  Brandon Clearwater: (*Laughs* Like that one time we swapped out Destiny's shampoo n' her hair was blue for a week! I though she was gonna make me sleep with the bison for a month!)
6732a,  Sandrine Doucet: (test)
6732a,  Sandrine Doucet: (Oh oui, now who's dat?)
0d534,  Maverick Clearwater: (*Points to Calamity* Sure, I believe ya)
ebf2a,  Jackal: (*laughs a bit* I remember you seem to like trouble a bit too old friend)
ce940,  Tynan : “I guess I did put on you on the spot with that one. No, don’t feel like you had to. It was just a game after all.” He grinned leans into Advern’s ear. “Although, I would prefer to see the real thing in all it’s glory anyway.”
d05b3,  Colt Montgomery: (It ain’t my fault! I do my best t’ avoid trouble!)
008d4,  Destiny Clearwater: (Better ^_^)
008d4,  Destiny Clearwater: (Color test)
008d4,  Destiny Clearwater: (Come now, he cannot help it. They just dance with danger, is all)
19226,  Brandon Clearwater: (Just like his old man)
206cb,  Advern Joutei : ...I'm not mad at you, just so you know. I'm more annoyed with myself. **He'd turn to face Tynan, a bit embarrassed.** I don't know how to deal with questions like that, but I suppose I should have said something as well.
0d534,  Maverick Clearwater: (Colt sure gets likes trouble)
ce940,  Tynan : He blinked at Advern leaving the demo and put the dildo down, did he go too far? “Shit…” He whispered under his breath. “I guess I’ll see you around, Artemis. Oh, just a heads up, Liltia is here and she’s streaming. I know how you don’t like being caught off guard on her feeds.” Tynan then go after Advern. “Sure… whatever you want to see.”

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