Chapter 1 : Making a Deal

It's always a wonder on why the demons of hell even existed well it's always a mystery because to Sasha they lived to steal souls of the innocent. Well that's what she was taught at a young age she was taught that no love was to shine through the hearts of demons, no affection no feeling just darkness and manipulation of that of a weaker sex. Her mother told her that female demons were to be loyal to their husband and be vote their virginity to them as well. Sasha ignored that and killed her husband at the age of 20 refusing to get raped and bare him a child.

The girl was always one for adventure one for excitement to learn and gather information. She laughed and enjoyed her time out and about. She even created an assassin group where her fellow assassins and her attacking rich people and helping the poor demons get by. She was captured unfortunately four years later by the kingdom of Alerous which was the kingdom that controlled village of Gale her home town.

She sat in her cell mediating softly, she would enjoy the time of being alone and less time with other prisoners proving to be dangerous to the kingdom guards. She already killed eight guards and two foot solders that watched the castle dungeons. The king and queen demanded she get killed but she gave off a scary face and they would stop their ideas. She was dragged into the throneroom on e lore before the prince Samuel and forced to her knees. A dark smile in her lips a snicker escaping her throat.

"Well what a. Good morning call this is" the assassin muses gently.

Aagni watched.

Oh yes.

He watched.

Perched in the shadows, he watched as his leader made a fool of herself in the Audience chamber, speaking broken sentences and tossing horrid glances here and there. Truly the cur of a woman was the epitome of unladylike. He did not move to save her, He did not come to her rescue. It was obvious she lingered on purpose. Thus, for now, the man behind the mask watched in the rafters of the Audience chamber. He moved unseen, silent as a grave through the Queens courtyard and onto the roof, clambering through a skylight to reach his position here.

He had come because he was concerned. Now he only saw that his trip was folly.

Samuel was silent as he paced around his throne for a few seconds before he said to Sasha "It is a very nice morning for whatever happen today which no doubt will be mostly bad". He then smirked a dark smile as he said "So you are the world famous assassin that everyone talks about. I must admit you look beautiful but at the same time I can see the darkness in your heart as well in its enticing almost hypnotic way" He then laughed to himself before he asked her "So What do you think happens to you next Sasha?"

Sasha looked at Samuel , she analyzed him and gets up shoved the guards up and smirks gently "are you done with the kingdoms stepping on your kingdom ? Hmm I know you want more then being a small kingdom coma perked to so many others. I can help you with that, I can help make them shake and beg for forgiveness." She clears her voice and said slowly "I am Sasha and I am not so famous but well known no more or less. I wish to help I will do it because it interest me . I will not ask for payment or anything. If you agree to hVe help my group be more then happy to help you. But if you want to chat with your snake advisor before I shall allow it for about ten minutes or so" she shrugged gently and looked at the guards that kept back from her but just smiles slowly.

The wise one was never ever seen by many demons. She was a famous being but thanks to being so mysterious no one really knew who she was. She was walking through the city of thieves. When one tried to steal they lost a finger and the hooded female kept walking. She then sat down and hummed and whistled deeply , her eyes glowing . Some demon children went over and they chatted with her giggling . She smirks teaching hem about her trip around hell.

"Hey!" Yelled a child mother as it ran over. The girl looked up hiding her face and backed away slowly. The parent ran at the hooded female and she ran off . She vanished I to the shadows and sat down slowly. Looking around gently. The kids told away to their homes. She smiles gently looking around softly and kept traveling her hound fallowing her happily.

"And have you actually TRIED to teach him the business of the 'morrow?" Beatrice hissed, snapping her head to look directly at the last vampire who'd spoke. "If you truly cared about who sired who then perhaps you should have considered the possibility that the ache of Sir Claudius' loins might simply dry up in his long slumber?" She tried to bite it back, but she could not stifle a small giggle. She took a breath and held herself upright.

"Thank you sirs, I shall take my chair and will be sure to project my tune loud enough for your .... grand hall." With that, Beatrice moved with her strange ladylike swagger, plucked up the seat from where it was positioned for her to sit, and moved down the side of the table. Her bodyguard remained where he was, chuckling softly, and under closer inspection held a throwing knife in his palm, eyeing all vampires present. As she walked with a chair in hand many of the vampires gasped, and she spoke whilst moving down the long table. "Oh hush I'm not going to stab him. That would be absurd."

She sat her chair down beside Claudius, took the documents from his hand and placed them into her lap before crossing her ankles in a very ladylike manner. "Now on with out business, shall we?" She spoke, looking directly into Claudius' eyes again. "I apologize for my brashness, I'm certain the ladies of your time were far less brazen and more the type to flee from you in terror, tripping over their skirts and all."

At least one of the Vampires fainted.

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Aagni looked down at the talking snake... listening to every word it said. His mask betrayed no emotion. Once the snake had finished talking, Aagni picked him up by the 'neck,' the space just after the head to keep the serpent from striking.

" ...Snake..." Was all that came from Aagni. His voice was like a whisper, but it was gentle and airy, almost a sigh. He gently grabbed the other end of the green snake, opened his satchel, and put it inside before closing it with a drawstring. He continued to watch emotionlessly.

Far from all the kingdoms was a hidden place called the pound. It was a place where NO demon went unless they had a death wish. Unspeakable things happened in that pound. Mutants made and chaos controlled the place. Till now. The people decided to make a demon a clone of the archangel Gabriel . It was a very big mistake...very big mistake.

As the pound finished last of the chemicals into the girls DNA to match that of the archangel her eyes snapped open, something that wasn't so post to happen yet. The synthetic female snarled deeply and with glowing eyes she started to thrash and break things all around her. She let out a wicking shreik and windows broke. The experimenters tried to contain the girl but the small freshly made demon, which was a very rare sight eyes glowed and let out a snarl and her wings came out newly made. She lashed out against some people and made a large mess in the pound.

She then broke out, but not all by herself. Along with her broke out some of the most crazy and scary demon monsters known to man. And now on high alert people started to get onto the small radio and started speaking sharply.

"Warning to all demons, a very deadly female has escaped the grasp of the pound. We ask if you see a strange female with feathered wings please report that to us" and then it was silent. The girl look twenty years old her eyes glowing a deep green color. She ran around trying to find a hiding spot. She ran into a bar and hides under the bar counter shaking in fear. She curled into a ball and started to cry. She was very scared and very alone. She cried more and more white tears falling from her face. Her large black wings made of pure shadows and feathers curled around her blending her Into the shadows of that bar.

Temptation sighed gently as he was placed In a sack. What stupid demon he was, he bit through the sack lining with his razor sharp and razor steel like fangs and tore it open and slithered out and shifted back into normal form "so shall I warn the royal family you are here mr. Silent as a twig ?" Asked slowly he WANs. Stall male with charming eyes and a big smile, but a dangerous aura.

Temptation couldn't be contained by sacks or anything really only that of his own mind and I again kept him from going anywhere else. He then walked around slowly "so I am guessing your the females pet ? She talked very highly of you I must say in that prison guess it's not all true. You speak and you can so why not tell me why you are here ?" He asked his voice was a singing facing song like voice. His voice could shift from sing to deadly in a snap of a finger. "Come now dear man don't you think you should be down there?" He snickered gently and with that he leaned on a wall gently. His eyes never left the assassin.

"Now on with our business, shall we? I apologize for my brashness, I'm certain the ladies of your time were far less brazen and more the type to flee from you in terror, tripping over their skirts and all."

One of the vampire women fainted, while one of his human female guards started snorting in laughter.

Claude sat straight, with this human noble lady now up close in his presence. Casting a side long glance at Eirham and Vallewida, and giving them an interesting grin…he turned to Beatrice and gave her a charming smile, before offering his hand out. Whether his hand meant he wanted to shake it, or to kiss the back of it, it was unclear…“I might have expected a human women to react as such three hundred years ago, but I know to expect greater changes in the times. And, in actuality, I find your behaviour quite…refreshing.” Eirham let out a black flame from his mouth before disappearing, and reappearing beside the two...Vallewida just glared from where he sat, his eye flashing silver briefly before he seemed to finally settle down, the throwing knives of Beatrice's bodyguard turned to white flowers rather mysteriously...

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“Uhhmmm…hey, Phil?” A guard came down the hall of the noble demon’s manor, waving a bit and gesturing for Phil to do that. Phil looked over to the other guard on duty, who in turn shrugged and gestured for him to just go. Shrugging, he went on over to see what he was needed for, “Phil, there’s a tall, unfamiliar demon here to see you…” Instantly, he knew what this was about. Following down the hall, he eventually saw the tall, multi-horned, humanoid figure of his companion dragon. Two guards, shorter than his young companion, were cautiously holding onto their swords…Otto himself seemed a little intimidated by this, but his face lit up immediately when he saw Phil coming on over.

The guard groaned and face palmed, ‘I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?’ “Hey, Otto, didn’t I say to stay in the—“ Phil wasn’t able to finish what he was saying when the tall, humanoid dragon tackled him into a big bear hug and began balling.

Beatrice took the offered hand and shook it. She would kiss no mans palm; it was a horrid practice of showing dominance in her eyes. To the ladies it would be courteous but she was not here to stroke the ego of a tomcat. Although she ignored the vampire that appeared beside them, she did quirk a brow at her body guard.

The burly man that was Beatrice's bodyguard sniffed the delicate white flowers before waggling his eyebrows at the vampire that had turned them from his glistening knives. He blew a kiss and gave him a wink before tucking the flower into the lapel of his shirt, folding his arms again.

Beatrice turned her attention back to Claudius, taking a delicate tea cup and pot for her drinking pleasure before speaking. "Sir Claudius, as I'm sure your owners have told you, I am an advocate of equality for beings of the super and the natural." She paused to begin adding sugar cubes into the small teacup. "I come here today looking to join forces with you and your advocates to strengthen the army in the Ferrous castle." She paused to sip the tea, wrinkle her nose, and continued to add copious amounts of sugar cubes. "But you wouldn't be without benefit of your own." She sipped her tea again, smiled in satisfaction at how overly sweet it was, and set it, and its saucer down before turning back to the ancient pureblood.

"I've heard stories of the Grand Claudius since I was a girl," She admitted, cocking her head to the side. "How they burned villages trying to rid of the cur of the night, sent small armies to stop you and other purebloods." Her eyes flashed with... a perhaps sick fascination at the thought. "And how you would tear them down without a moments hesitation."

The room had become deathly silent as she leaned over, her voice barely a whisper as she took Claudius' icy hands into her own, sun-warm ones. "Teach us," She murmured, her eyes looking into his once again. "We cannot spread our message of peace between races unless we conquer Kingdoms and change the laws of others. We must fight to prevent more of this hatred, this fear of others like you, demons, and other beings alike. It will be a war... and I need your help, Sir Claudius." As she spoke a single locke of blond hair moved from behind her ear to her cheek, but with the intensity of her connection with this pureblood she could not notice.

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Aagni stared at the demon speaking to him, then, slowly before the demons eyes, he seemed to melt from his own clothing, dissappearing... leaving nothing but his too-big cloak behind. What the demon would not see is Aagni, turned into the snake form of temptaion, slithering his way down the rafters and around Samuels neck. Mimicing exactly what the demon did before, Aagni hissed into Samuels ear in the form of his royal advisor.

"Perhaps joining her.... would not be such a bad idea, Sire..."

Temptation sighed gently "stupid demon" appears then grabbing he clone of him and tossed him away to the assassin "oh stop trying to clone me. I have one thing you don't and that's my voice and how I speak to Samuel " muses gently shifting into the true temptation snake and looked around slowly. He looked at the two assassins strangely, what strange creatures they where. The snake was large and green and eyes glowing golden now. His eyes tinted blue and golden color. He shifted back to normal and looked at Samuel slowly.

"But I do have to agree with the faker. Maybe she can help us get the other kingdoms down" the snake said leaning back on the throne wall near it blinking his eyes dently. His tounge flicked out.

Samuel was silent as he felt the false snake wrap around his neck of course if this snake had tried to strangled him it would of been burned into a crisps as Samuel fire powers would come out and it was hot enough to burn anything. He looked at his advisor and then at Sasha and then at her companion before he leaned forward and said "Very well Assassin, considering the others seem to agree, I will take you up on that offer help me with the other kingdoms"

Sasha nodded her head slowly "very well. Good choice. I must go and leave and get some things but I shall return tommrow at dawn to set out of his interesting quest" said slowly a dark smile on her lips. She looked at the snake that was on the floor and picked it up slowly "come along my friend" said slowly smiling and walked out slowly. On e out the the castle she placed the snake down on a rock "change back plead I need to talk to you for a minute" she said slowly and sat down on another rock slowly.

Temptation was amassed by this and hissed a laugh. He then looked at Samuel "oi for a prince you got to much of a big heart. Besides what have you been doing to even stop those kingdoms. Nothing. But I see that you wish to change that and I shall help you do so. Shal I pack up your things and get a horse?" He asked. Temptation blinked gently eyes glowing gently . He liked a good adventure but w never allowed on any thanks to royal jobs and such.

"I've heard stories of the Grand Claudius since I was a girl. How they burned villages trying to rid of the cur of the night, sent small armies to stop you and other purebloods. And how you would tear them down without a moments hesitation."

Claudius's clear eyes stared into the woman's own...and all vampires present, even the human guards fell silent, "Teach us, we cannot spread our message of peace between races unless we conquer Kingdoms and change the laws of others. We must fight to prevent more of this hatred, this fear of others like you, demons, and other beings alike. It will be a war... and I need your help, Sir Claudius." Closing his eyes, the pureblood leaned back in his chair and let out a tired sigh. Drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair, and humming for a moment in though, almost like no one else way present...his eye flicked open and he righted himself once more. It was clear to the other vampires that something the human woman said must have upset him, but if Claudius was anything, he was patient.

"You need not spare the details, I'm sure you also heard the tale of my capture...and when they tried to burn me at the stake." The whole population, not even just the vampire present, could suddenly feel the turn up of the tension in the room. Many a century ago, Claudius was dragged out of his hidden bunker in the mountains by a blessed silver wire tied to his neck, tied and burned up in the middle of the city square. If it hadn't begun raining that day, quite suddenly...he wouldn't have escaped. It was a widely believed rumour that that particular incident, along with forcing his body to speedily heal up the burns, was the main reason he had fallen into the long slumber he did.

Popping the knuckles of his hand absentmindedly, Claude blinked a few times, before reaching over and gently tucking a strand of loose hair away from Beatrice's face. Surprisingly, it was Eirham who spoke up next, "Do you have any other leaders, any other groups or organization advocating for such a thing? I don't want Sir Claudius's name to be attached to a failed endeavor."

After listening to Claudius speak, Beatrice's features softened, and it dawned on her the possible gravity this might mean for Claudius. She had turned to ask him thinking he would want nothing more than to escape his birdcage. Yet as she listened, and considered quietly what he was saying, she knew that he had not ultimately turned her down. It was when he tucked the hair out of her face, that she knew he was willing to help her. She gave him a small smile in thanks to his... almost nonexistant acceptance of her proposal. He was considering it, and that meant she could push through with her next part. Almost on cue, the Vampire Eirham spoke up, questioning her folly. Slowly, the blonde noblewoman stood from her chair, slowly making her way to the other side of the table. As she did, she spoke.

"I and Ferrous Castle alone are pushing for equality of all beings. However, as I'm sure you ancient beings know, I am a descendant of the Demon Sparta."

"W... Sparta? I had thought... that was a mere rumor..." A Vampire man spoke up, watching her make her way around the long table. Even the human guards eyes slowly widened. The Demon Sparta. The Demon Who Stole the Sun. The Legend goes, that for a decade, the sun neither rose not sank on its designated compass. A decade of darkness that destroyed civilizations and brought forth demons of man. The sun never came, for the Light Eating demon, named Sparta, had stolen it for himself. Forever that decade he gazed upon the sun, not out of hatred of others but for his own greed and selfish love of sunshine. For Vampires, the age was the most delicious, their world of night. The only thing that ever returned to the sun to the sky was not armies, not ethereal force... but a human woman, who herself had brought armies to their knees and left a trail of broken heats beneath her. Finding new reason to exist, the demon Sparta returned the sun to its rightful place and began a Kingdom with his beloved.

Their army could never be properly trained, thanks to the men who had lived in an era of darkness working under them. Thus it was only the royal guards that could be trained, to protect and serve the new royal family. Together with his bride, Sparta alone conquered lands of other kingdoms, with a blade so quick and a fire so hot no one could stand before him. His wife gave birth to a half demon child, who married a human woman, whom married another human woman, and so on. Some say the Demon Who Stole the Sun still walked amongst the living, mourning the death of the one who turned him from his selfish ways and protecting Ferrous castle. But of course... it could only be a rumor, right?

"Sparta," Beatrice smiled at the Vampire, "Is no legend. And with all the power of the Light Eaters... Failure is impossible. And I can demonstrate why."

She looked to her bodyguard, who nodded, opened the double mahogany doors, and brought forth two prisoners, bound in shackles. They were placed just before the table, shaking in fear and looking wildly around. A small whimper escaped their throats. She came beside them and turned to the Vampires present.

"With your permission, I'd like to demonstrate on these prisoners, condemned to death, my abilities."

One of the Prisoners shuddered in fear as Beatrice raised a single hand, listening for what the Vampires would say.

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Aagni had slithered up his leaders arm and waited until they were outside when his leader pleaded for him to change back. He looked at her, allowing his tongue to flick in response for a moment, before slithering down into a crack in the rocks. A moment later, Aagni, in his full outfit, satchel and all, pulled himself out of the rocks and sat across from Sasha, folding his legs. His mask remained prominantly against his face.

"...I have failed you, in terms of stealth. I am sorry."

His whispy response came, and he bowed his head to his leader in apology.