You sit outside under one of the many tents erected drinking ale and eating hearty, having struck up a conversation with a group of others. While there’s no singers out and about to ease the occasional silences, the afternoon goes quiet quickly, and you’re glad for that as the dust is really starting to stick to your throat and the sun’s starting to burn you, even through the tent. You and the others around you wonder as to when you will all be invited back into the arena and the conversation starts to stall. But as the sun hits the far horizon, gongs ring out. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five. You wonder why five gongs had sounded, but you shrug, glad to finally head back into the arena and to see what the first event was. Around all the entrances signs had been erected.
“If you do not have your invite, you will not step a foot further.” You wonder how they’re keeping uninvited demons out, but you tap your back pocket confidently, knowing you won’t be stopped. You walk through the archway and shudder as you feel something slimy covering you. So that’s how they’re doing it. You mutter, the barrier having given you the chills. You look behind you and see one of the demons doing a rebound off of the barrier and smirk in relief that you didn’t have to go through the embarrassment of that.
You manage to find a seat much closer to the edge of the arena this time and sit quickly, not wanting to get it stolen from underneath you. A fellow a few meters away looks disappointed. You shrug better luck next time buddy, you think. You turn back to the arena interested in what’s there and are disappointed to find nothing there except for the stage still.
As the rest of the crowd filled in and settled down trumpets began blaring, just about giving you a heart attack. As your heart stops pounding from fright, it starts pounding in excitement. Apparently there had been rumours for weeks now that there was to be a special guest of Lucifers. Which of the noble houses had been given this opportunity. The trumpets die down and there’s a hushed whispering and then a black mist gathered on stage, and it was the presenter from earlier. You’re able to get a good look at her and think that she is gorgeous little thing you wouldn’t mind taking home with yourself. But your thoughts are stopped in their tracks as she begins to speak, her voice booming around the stadium.
“Welcome, fellow demons, to the start of the Winter GAMES!” She just about roared to the uproar of demons around the stadium as they returned her greeting. “Whose ready for some smash down, drag out vicious games!?” she roared back, the crowds reaction even louder. “THEN GET READY FOR SOME ACTION!” She screamed out. By this point you and everyone around you is pumped up and excited for what’s to come next. “I PRESENT TO YOU, THE OLDEST AND ONLY CHILD OF LUCIFER!” In a swirl of intricate black mist, Peren the son of Lucifer emerges on stage, haughtily waving at the crowd to cheers and screams of delight, and you think to yourself, for the most eligible bachelor in demon kind, he isn’t the most attractive, and you snicker to yourself.
The presenter continued as the sound died down a smidge. “AND WITH GREAT GUSTO, I PRESENT TO YOU, THE TWO ESTEEMED FAVORITES OF PEREN!” This time the cheering and screaming isn’t as great. After all, those two positions were the most coveted, and you had wanted that one empty space long before that demon bitch had ever become a demon. No, no one was overly fond of her for taking that position, but everyone could definitely see why she had been chosen. Although it was rumoured that she used her own skills to cover up her true form, but in the clothing, or rather the lack of clothing, that she was wearing she was definitely on your to do list. The male that had come in with her had been some son of a noble man, so long ago, but he was definitely another eligible bachelor, and you could see why as he oozed charm and good looks.
“AND FINALLY, I PRESENT TO YOU, THE LORD AND MISSTRESS….” She stops there as a drum roll thrums through the audience, instantly quieting them, everyone knows whose next “LUCIFER!” The uproar through the arena is deafening. You’re sure that everyone back in your sleepy little apartment miles away would have heard that uproar.
The sound, jeers, cheers and screams all continue until Lucifer takes to the podium. You can see that she is smiling, and honest, you felt the chills running down your back. She really scares the shit out of you, and you haven’t even met her yet. As she takes to the podium, everyone quiets down so quickly that the silence is eerie and unnatural after the prior noise.
“Welcome my subjects to the start of the Winter Games for this year.” She looked around, spreading her attention amongst the different areas of the arena. “We will have seven games to start the season off with this year, so demons alike, get ready get off your ass and into pounding some ass into the ground!” she finished, almost yelling. “Some of the games prepared this year,” she continued in a softer tone, not letting the screaming get in the way, “Will not be done in the arena.” The silence at her words is so complete. The games have ALWAYS been in the arena and you wonder what the Lord has in mind for the contestants. “The first game,” She says into the silence, ignoring it completely, “Is a hunt.” Everyone reacts to her announcement. Surprise and pleasure alike is mirrored in everyone’s face. “The sacrificial lamb for this hunt is none other than Inferet,” She continues and motions Perens female favourite forward, and as she does so, the woman starts to shift. “This is what you’ll be hunting, and this is what your reward for winning is, if she doesn’t win first. Inferet in her true form, ladies and gents, so make sure if you want to take her for yourself, whatever your reasons, keep an eye out for the information leaflet being sent to all competitors.”
With that, Lucifer gathers the ley line around her and her entourage, and just like the presenter earlier, they were gone, but the party outside still awaits with food drink and the occasional comedian of the party.