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The Empress of the Underground

Her taunting smile rapidly melted into a scowl as he oh so bravely lowered the metal pipe he had been clutching for dear life. She turned her cheek away from him. If this creature wasn't going to be any fun, then she was simply wasting her time, staying on this land.

Not only was he being boring, he wasn't taking her seriously at all. He was referring to her as 'lady' and telling her to go back where she came from. Was he trying to tell her what to do? The empress narrowed her eyes. This fool was making things worse for himself. If he wasn't going to take her seriously, she'd simply have to make him take her seriously.

Screeching from outside the store blared in her ears. There was some sort of commotion going on, slamming and shouting. Why had more surface creatures come here? Did they not begin to flee earlier? The wounds in the earth were still fresh. They were fools to come. She didn't need their interference. It was time to get her business done, if she had no reason to stick around and amuse herself with her new bearer.

She waved her hand to the side, and the small store lit up. The door and window disappeared behind a wall of blue flames spouting up from the floor, seemingly from nowhere. She glared daggers at the bearer on the floor. She was no surface creature 'lady'.

"I will go back to where I came from only when I drag you with me."

The Empress of the Underground

I'm doing a little better now - I can only hope it lasts - so I'm gonna try to respond by the end of Tuesday.

The Empress of the Underground

My response might take a little while. I've been very angry and miserable recently and it's getting hard for me to concentrate and be inspired. Sorry m8.

The Empress of the Underground

Ooooh okay. That makes sense now. Not sure why that wasn't clear to me before.

The Empress of the Underground

The bearer got his hands around some piece of metal and the empress cracked a small, amused smile. Of course it was going to try to defend itself, they all did, but it never failed to amuse. They always had some sort of misguided hope that they could hurt her. Poor creatures, they didn't know any better. Perhaps she could spare just a moment or two longer than absolutely needed. She only came to the surface every one thousand years after all. Another few moments wouldn't be catastrophic.

She turned her head to the side slightly, hearing something new outside. Something was wailing. It wasn't organic, but she didn't know anything more about it. She turned her attention back to the bearer almost immediately. He was mortified. Fear was radiating off him. And he spoke. Shouted desperately, more like.

The slight smile she'd had on her face a moment ago burst into a wolflike grin. Was he so foolish to have no idea at all? "Look at your arm, bearer. Is that something all of your kind can do?" The other creature behind her with one less appendage suggested otherwise.

"Are you going to hit me?" she asked him in a honeyed voice, almost casually, stepping forward. "If you wish to hit me, do it. Go ahead. See where it gets you." She turned her face to the side, brushing strands of white hair out of the way of her cheek. "Hurt me, if you can," she purred, in a way that only a person absolutely sure they would not be hurt would say.

The sirens were getting closer. Red and blue light was beginning to play on the fragments of glass on the floor.

The Empress of the Underground

I've been wondering if she'd have the ability to manipulate hellfire. It seems reasonable. She'd be impervious to earthly weapons and harm, I just sorry that it could come across as being completely invincible, which isn't true.
But you know what'd be real interesting? If the human weapons that came along in the last thousand years actually get kinda close to hurting her. She gets shot in the head and is stunned that... that almost hurt.

Some clarification for what you put in your bio, how long has he had this power? His reaction with the car accident makes it seem like this is quite new to him, but the bio kinda implies otherwise. It's amusing to think that he's had these powers since he was born. The empress sure was taking her sweet time.

I think it helped. Might just kinda go with my gut on this.

The Empress of the Underground

I'm having some issues going into this next post. I got two conflicts - one, I'm still unsure of the nature of her hellish powers or how powerful to make her. I don't want her overpowered, of course, but she's the friggin empress of hell, possibly a fallen angel, she's gotta be powerful.

Two, I'm debating how she'd go about this conversation. Part of me wants to make her all business, regarding everything like it's beneath her and just going about everything as efficiently as possible. But another part of me wants her to have fun with everything. She's so completely assured of her control of the situation, that she might as well enjoy it. I worry that's going to act against her personality. But the former makes for a less interesting interaction.

Perhaps, for her powers, I really should just make something up. While my concepts for the empress are inspired by Christian theology, I really ought to just create an entire theological story mostly from scratch.
Let me know if you have any ideas.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

It's pretty important to me, being a costume designer and all. Research comes with the job. There's something so satisfying to me about finding all these perfect visuals for characters, those things that you kinda picture in your head but can't quite put to words, and finding it and being like 'that's it'. Now I'm doing it with the towns and homes they might live in too.

Somethings Can't Be Forgotten

I mean, 'what ya gonna do' I am their god, I could do whatever if I wanted. But I don't.

That wasn't sarcasm. I'm seriously having a good time. I just had an assignment for one of my classes that involved this kind of specific research so it's been fresh on my mind lately. Been incorporating it into a lot.

The Empress of the Underground

What was her bearer this time around? The empress watched the human on the ground as she got closer. He was moving slowly with pain. Brown skin, dark hair, scraggly clothing, scared out of its mind. Thoroughly unremarkable. Then again, she was difficult to impress.

He did manage to grab a can from the floor and throw it at her. She barely blinked as it whizzed past her head. Fighting back could have been a cause for concern, but that too, in her experience, was unremarkable. They all resisted when she found them. It was understandable, really, even with her general disregard for the surface creatures. But his resistance was nothing. It didn't slow her in the slightest from leaning down and grabbing his wrist from the panicking thing.

To a regular creature, like the one she'd touched a moment before, her skin would have seared them to the bone. But as she stared at its wrist, it did exactly what she'd hoped for it to do. For a moment, the skin would burn red, just like the other before it went completely brown. But as she watched this one, the skin didn't char. It remained red, the heat from her skin burning and the other's skin regenerating itself in the same instant. Despite herself, the regeneration she saw in the bearers never failed to fascinate her. "Perfect," she murmured to herself.

The creature she was grabbing slowly rose to his feet. She hadn't watched his face, gave him no regard until he was on his feet. Only then did she look at his face. He had this look of awe about him, one she usually didn't count as unusual. Something was different, however. Awe was one thing, but wonder was something a little different. She gave it little mind, though, at least for now. He was the bearer she'd been looking for. The empress smiled, feeling satisfied. She could return to her kingdom now, from a short, efficient visit.

Now that little chore was done. Her grip loosened slightly and he snapped out of his staring, pulling away, stumbling back, feeling around all the shelves still standing around them. Unless the shelves had some sort of very powerful talisman, he was out of luck. It certainly didn't seem like it knew of the only likely way to save himself. She'd already dismissed the possibility in her mind. It wouldn't happen. Instead of worrying about it, she glanced around the small box they were in, over the shelves and the creature with the burned limb, and the broken door. Looking back at the bearer, she took a few purposeful steps over a downed shelf, right between him and the doorway. From here she stepped towards him, reaching for both arms, intent on restraining him for good this time.