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I loved your post! It gave me so much to work with. I hope you like what I wrote up. Not my best work, but I certainly tried xD!
The netherworld was always dreary. A black midst had always surrounded the fell lands and the denizens that called it home. Gadra sat within her large antechamber as lesser demons scurried about while her greater sentinels stood guard. Even when she was one of the five devils of the netherworld, there was always treachery between her and the others. In this damp, cool place that she called home, attacks and subtle espionage was found and stamped out. It pained her to kill her own kin, but she felt a peculiar delight when she plunged one into her second realm of night terrors. She controlled what the dreamer saw, felt, and even believed when stuck in her intricately spun webs. It was what kept the other devils from accosting her directly. It helped keep her minions in line as well.
A purple, dark rob wrapped around her pale, snow-white body as her hands held a tabloid given onto her by her steward. Many of their kin had been disappearing. While no texts given onto mortal hands ever spoke of it, demons in her world had bond mates. To be snatched away by foolish satanists who claimed they knew what the netherworld stood for or spiritually attuned people binding a demon to his or her will was akin to a human couple having their beloved kidnapped. For a time, it was ignored, but the sudden rise in numbers couldn't be overlooked. The five spoke of revenge. War. She still had some reservation towards it.
"Domina," said her steward as the thing kneeled on its disfigured legs. A black cloak wrapped around its body as Gadra's sigil burned into the fabric. "The beings of the lower ward humbly request action taken towards the lordless. There have been more disputes along our boundaries. The sentinels quickly disposed of the filth, but not without causing much harm to the subjects."
Black eyes, darker than the cloak of Kithos, harbinger of the dead, lifted from the tabloid and rested on the poor creature. Gadra smiled. There was no sincerity or fondness in it. "Mithos will see to it," she said pointing to one of her high sentinels. The figure, clad in armor with a black mist surrounding it, saluted Gadra as footsteps made for the door. "The lordless come from Nilas of Strife, do they not? I shall have a talk with him to keep a leech on his pets. I shall have to depart soon, dearest steward. Business. I trust you will keep my domain in order in my absence?"
The steward bowed lower though it seemed impossible. "Yes domina," he said without hesitation. "I shall protect your domain as if it were my own. You who have given this one a second chance."
She got to her feet as she seemed to glide down the stone steps of her throne. A bowl with glowing, water appeared before her. Weeks past, she had agreed to survey the mortals land with her own eyes for the five. At first it seemed like a errand unbefitting of her. However, she couldn't resist the temptation of delivering beautiful dreams to those that she encountered. She fed off of every nightmare, exalted from orchestrating it.
The bowl shimmered as it showed two girls sitting before a board. She grinned wickedly. While others had every intention of calling and binding a demon, these two seemed to do it by complete chance. What did the humans call it? A Ouija board. She felt a strong tie to it. Wherever they bought it from, it held a sliver of power. Her grin widened as she saw one of the girls offer blood. "Come look," she said to her steward as the creature came forward. "Does the girl not know of the danger of calling with blood?"
"The filth seek to steal yet another kin from us, domina."
She placed her hand on the Steward's head and lifted it to her own. "Vengeance shall come in time. For now, I shall pay our dearest blood giver a visit."
Allowing a small amount of aura to surface, Gadra's eyes alighted as she looked at the two from the bowl. And up to the mortal's world she went.
"Come on!" the blonde shouted, flat out taunting the thing, "show yourself!"
Gadra had been watching with amusement as the fire haired girl spoke with such command and conviction. For the past few minutes, she had been directing the object the girls had been moving about. While the bright haired girl - Vee - she believed was amusing to no end, it was this Sonny that drew her attention. The blood was hers. Gadra wanted very much to talk to her. Not the other who thought she could command a being that surpassed her own. But, before plunging her into a fit of madness, she would indulge her wish.
Gadra blew out the candles - mirroring that of the stereotypical spirit calling process she had seen on TV. Slowly her body began to materialize as her pale skin came into existence. Moments later, she was crouched beside Vee, her eyes staring intently at the blondes. She grinned madly as she let her aura seep through. To the girl, her face was nothing but a black surface with two tiny red slits.
"Here I am," she said with a distorted, ugly voice. "What is it you fear most? Don't say, I know what it is already. Embrace the grotesque, as you scream for release!"
Hands falling away from the orb that controlled the ouija board, Vee crumbled upon the floor as she writhed in mental fear. Gadra dispelled the illusion as she stroked the girl's face. She knew what she saw. She created it after all. Her beautiful world of illusions.
Slowly, she turned her attention to Sonny. "You dabble in things with ignorance, girl," she said. Gadra felt the softness of Vee's hair, almost as if she were a pet. "You offer your blood willingly. I wonder, do you know what comes with such sacred sacrifice? I should think not. Now, the greater question, my dear. What shall I do with you? Should I thrust you into a nightmare that feels so real that you wish for death? Or, will you entertain me. Oh how I wonder..."
A purple, dark rob wrapped around her pale, snow-white body as her hands held a tabloid given onto her by her steward. Many of their kin had been disappearing. While no texts given onto mortal hands ever spoke of it, demons in her world had bond mates. To be snatched away by foolish satanists who claimed they knew what the netherworld stood for or spiritually attuned people binding a demon to his or her will was akin to a human couple having their beloved kidnapped. For a time, it was ignored, but the sudden rise in numbers couldn't be overlooked. The five spoke of revenge. War. She still had some reservation towards it.
"Domina," said her steward as the thing kneeled on its disfigured legs. A black cloak wrapped around its body as Gadra's sigil burned into the fabric. "The beings of the lower ward humbly request action taken towards the lordless. There have been more disputes along our boundaries. The sentinels quickly disposed of the filth, but not without causing much harm to the subjects."
Black eyes, darker than the cloak of Kithos, harbinger of the dead, lifted from the tabloid and rested on the poor creature. Gadra smiled. There was no sincerity or fondness in it. "Mithos will see to it," she said pointing to one of her high sentinels. The figure, clad in armor with a black mist surrounding it, saluted Gadra as footsteps made for the door. "The lordless come from Nilas of Strife, do they not? I shall have a talk with him to keep a leech on his pets. I shall have to depart soon, dearest steward. Business. I trust you will keep my domain in order in my absence?"
The steward bowed lower though it seemed impossible. "Yes domina," he said without hesitation. "I shall protect your domain as if it were my own. You who have given this one a second chance."
She got to her feet as she seemed to glide down the stone steps of her throne. A bowl with glowing, water appeared before her. Weeks past, she had agreed to survey the mortals land with her own eyes for the five. At first it seemed like a errand unbefitting of her. However, she couldn't resist the temptation of delivering beautiful dreams to those that she encountered. She fed off of every nightmare, exalted from orchestrating it.
The bowl shimmered as it showed two girls sitting before a board. She grinned wickedly. While others had every intention of calling and binding a demon, these two seemed to do it by complete chance. What did the humans call it? A Ouija board. She felt a strong tie to it. Wherever they bought it from, it held a sliver of power. Her grin widened as she saw one of the girls offer blood. "Come look," she said to her steward as the creature came forward. "Does the girl not know of the danger of calling with blood?"
"The filth seek to steal yet another kin from us, domina."
She placed her hand on the Steward's head and lifted it to her own. "Vengeance shall come in time. For now, I shall pay our dearest blood giver a visit."
Allowing a small amount of aura to surface, Gadra's eyes alighted as she looked at the two from the bowl. And up to the mortal's world she went.
"Come on!" the blonde shouted, flat out taunting the thing, "show yourself!"
Gadra had been watching with amusement as the fire haired girl spoke with such command and conviction. For the past few minutes, she had been directing the object the girls had been moving about. While the bright haired girl - Vee - she believed was amusing to no end, it was this Sonny that drew her attention. The blood was hers. Gadra wanted very much to talk to her. Not the other who thought she could command a being that surpassed her own. But, before plunging her into a fit of madness, she would indulge her wish.
Gadra blew out the candles - mirroring that of the stereotypical spirit calling process she had seen on TV. Slowly her body began to materialize as her pale skin came into existence. Moments later, she was crouched beside Vee, her eyes staring intently at the blondes. She grinned madly as she let her aura seep through. To the girl, her face was nothing but a black surface with two tiny red slits.
"Here I am," she said with a distorted, ugly voice. "What is it you fear most? Don't say, I know what it is already. Embrace the grotesque, as you scream for release!"
Hands falling away from the orb that controlled the ouija board, Vee crumbled upon the floor as she writhed in mental fear. Gadra dispelled the illusion as she stroked the girl's face. She knew what she saw. She created it after all. Her beautiful world of illusions.
Slowly, she turned her attention to Sonny. "You dabble in things with ignorance, girl," she said. Gadra felt the softness of Vee's hair, almost as if she were a pet. "You offer your blood willingly. I wonder, do you know what comes with such sacred sacrifice? I should think not. Now, the greater question, my dear. What shall I do with you? Should I thrust you into a nightmare that feels so real that you wish for death? Or, will you entertain me. Oh how I wonder..."
Great! I'll start to draft something up! This shall be exciting!
I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! I'm deciding if I want to introduce a possible 'hitman' enemy during the party. What do you think?
Mathias walked over as he crossed his arms. He rose an eyebrow. "Are you not aware that there are five precise places a sniper could set up and have a clear shot at you sitting there?" he asked. He looked at, imagining that they was someone out there right now. His phone would beep and notify him of course, but all the same. Caution had kept him alive until now. "I will inquire about bullet proofing your window, if you must sit there instead of the desk. Are you not worried, Ms. Anderson? I am relieved you're safe, but safety is a fleeting notion. You may be for a moment, but it all changes in a blink of an eye. Excuse the redundant phrase."
He looked at his watch. It was fast approaching nine. "Ms. Ackerman should be arriving soon I surmise. You should get ready," he said. "If you don't wish to go, I'll kindly tell her, if you're uncomfortable? It matters not to me."
What had her father done to warrant more protection? Ryleigh was as interesting as a dull piece of paper. She had routine, aversion to danger, and enjoyed the very simple things. Unlike the politicians, movie stars, and business folk Mathias had the pleasure of visiting, she was simple. However, a job was a job. Perhaps he could make it more bearable somehow. That would increase the personal aspect; he didn't want that. What was he to do?
Saving him from his indecision, he heard a knock from the door. "Who is it?"
He had only needed to hear the voice to know it was Lainy. She came into the room wearing an outfit that fitted the stereotypical image of a party girl. "Evening Ms. Ackerman. You're here early."
He looked at his watch. It was fast approaching nine. "Ms. Ackerman should be arriving soon I surmise. You should get ready," he said. "If you don't wish to go, I'll kindly tell her, if you're uncomfortable? It matters not to me."
What had her father done to warrant more protection? Ryleigh was as interesting as a dull piece of paper. She had routine, aversion to danger, and enjoyed the very simple things. Unlike the politicians, movie stars, and business folk Mathias had the pleasure of visiting, she was simple. However, a job was a job. Perhaps he could make it more bearable somehow. That would increase the personal aspect; he didn't want that. What was he to do?
Saving him from his indecision, he heard a knock from the door. "Who is it?"
He had only needed to hear the voice to know it was Lainy. She came into the room wearing an outfit that fitted the stereotypical image of a party girl. "Evening Ms. Ackerman. You're here early."
Thanks! Well, I'll be sure to keep that in mind. I'm central time US, if you wanted to know!
That's totally fine with me! I enjoy a good build up before stuff hits the fan. It'll make it more profound when the assassination of Ryleigh's parents does happen. Oh it shall be fun!
That's totally fine with me! I enjoy a good build up before stuff hits the fan. It'll make it more profound when the assassination of Ryleigh's parents does happen. Oh it shall be fun!
Mathias had to think about how to answer that question. How Ryleigh dressed. On several occasions, he had the opportunity to see a wide variety of women. Some were caked in so much make up, he wondered how they weren't drowning in said chemicals. Conversely, there were those who wore very little make up by reminded him of the various articles he read on the greek gods. It was said that the daughters of Venus were amongst the most beautiful in the mortal lands. A good comparison.
He shook his head slightly. "It's the facts, if you wish to not feel out of place," he said. "...I too hold very little favor for women who flaunt with adulterous intent. Your attire is both practical and fashionable. Take that as you will. I will be gone for just a moment then. I suppose you're also growing tired of this suit. When I'm gone, don't go near the windows, go outside, or accept the company of anyone you do not know personally. Not even the guards. Do you understand?"
His pants pocket vibrated. "Excuse me," he said as he stepped away and answered the call. "Yes?"
"Little brother," came the deep voice of his brother Jackson. He frowned. He hated the Jackson's very demeanor. They had been competing against one another since they were little. Cockiness tested his reserved nature. "How's babysitting the princess? Tea parties yet?"
"Did you deliver what I inquired?"
"Why so terse? I imagine you have time. You were always so quick with delivering death. Why this must be a change entirely."
"The package."
A sign came from the other side of the line. "The delivery has been made. Of course it wasn't cleared by the guards. Those ex-military aren't the most attentive of bunch, are they?"
"I'll be in touch if anything else if further required." Mathias ended the call. "I shall be back momentarily."
A little more than two hours had passed since Mathias left his charge. It was a great window for something to happen to Ryleigh, but he made preparations for his absence. As he walked the wing of where her room was, he had placed motion sensors nearest her door positioned in a way that they'd only be tripped if someone went in or out. Video feed was then sent to his wrist monitor. A terrible fail safe, but it'd suffice for now.
He had finished installing the security package in every vantage point that looked into Ryleigh's room. If someone did climb up, tiny packets of gas would be released rendering them unconscious. The goal was to reach the hostile and interrogate. It was crude, inhumane, but that was how the assassin operated. When he acquired the information or rendered the acquisition impossible, he'd dispose of the person. Thus, information and safety satisfied. Kill two birds with one stone.
He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans blue faded jeans, a long sleeved black shirt that hugged his toned muscles, and a pair of sneakers that matched his overall attire. He was enjoying the liberation from the business professional suit as he walked back into the house. Climbing the stairs, he checked to make sure his knife and concealed firearm was with him and the integration of the various equipments monitoring feed into his phone was working properly.
He knocked on Ryleigh's door. "Ms. Anderson," he said. "It's ..."
How was he to introduce himself? Matt? Mathias? Raines? Your bodyguard? He sighed. He didn't know. This was all relatively new to him.
"It's Matt, may I come in?"
He shook his head slightly. "It's the facts, if you wish to not feel out of place," he said. "...I too hold very little favor for women who flaunt with adulterous intent. Your attire is both practical and fashionable. Take that as you will. I will be gone for just a moment then. I suppose you're also growing tired of this suit. When I'm gone, don't go near the windows, go outside, or accept the company of anyone you do not know personally. Not even the guards. Do you understand?"
His pants pocket vibrated. "Excuse me," he said as he stepped away and answered the call. "Yes?"
"Little brother," came the deep voice of his brother Jackson. He frowned. He hated the Jackson's very demeanor. They had been competing against one another since they were little. Cockiness tested his reserved nature. "How's babysitting the princess? Tea parties yet?"
"Did you deliver what I inquired?"
"Why so terse? I imagine you have time. You were always so quick with delivering death. Why this must be a change entirely."
"The package."
A sign came from the other side of the line. "The delivery has been made. Of course it wasn't cleared by the guards. Those ex-military aren't the most attentive of bunch, are they?"
"I'll be in touch if anything else if further required." Mathias ended the call. "I shall be back momentarily."
A little more than two hours had passed since Mathias left his charge. It was a great window for something to happen to Ryleigh, but he made preparations for his absence. As he walked the wing of where her room was, he had placed motion sensors nearest her door positioned in a way that they'd only be tripped if someone went in or out. Video feed was then sent to his wrist monitor. A terrible fail safe, but it'd suffice for now.
He had finished installing the security package in every vantage point that looked into Ryleigh's room. If someone did climb up, tiny packets of gas would be released rendering them unconscious. The goal was to reach the hostile and interrogate. It was crude, inhumane, but that was how the assassin operated. When he acquired the information or rendered the acquisition impossible, he'd dispose of the person. Thus, information and safety satisfied. Kill two birds with one stone.
He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans blue faded jeans, a long sleeved black shirt that hugged his toned muscles, and a pair of sneakers that matched his overall attire. He was enjoying the liberation from the business professional suit as he walked back into the house. Climbing the stairs, he checked to make sure his knife and concealed firearm was with him and the integration of the various equipments monitoring feed into his phone was working properly.
He knocked on Ryleigh's door. "Ms. Anderson," he said. "It's ..."
How was he to introduce himself? Matt? Mathias? Raines? Your bodyguard? He sighed. He didn't know. This was all relatively new to him.
"It's Matt, may I come in?"
Oh cool! i was just curious since you were going to sleep when it was four in the evening for me xD!
Anyways, sorry the post was a heck of a lot shorter than yours ^^"
Edit: Also, how fast did you want the death of Ryleigh's parents to happen?
Anyways, sorry the post was a heck of a lot shorter than yours ^^"
Edit: Also, how fast did you want the death of Ryleigh's parents to happen?
Mathias turned away from the books. He wanted to tell the two how first names made everything far too personal. That was not the business he wished to travel down. He could die at any moment. If he didn't perform his duties diligently, either of the two girls could end up dead in nothing but a mere moment. Unless it proved impossible, he would still refer to either of the two with their formal titles. In his case however, Matt was fine. It was so strange hearing someone say his name, shortened name that is, outside of his immediate family. There was no talking in his line of work.
As quickly as she had begun, Lainy departed as he stood alone with his charge. "I don't suppose this 'party' would be secure by any means, correct?" he asked. Obviously it wouldn't be secure. He'd have to case the area while keeping an eye on the employer's daughter. What a drag. "Ms. Ackerman is correct, however. Given your age group, early twenties, college scene. Short skirts and dresses do go a long way. Regardless, the decision is yours, Ms. Anderson."
He looked back at the volumes of books as he heard Ryleigh's comments. He shook his head. He wished he could read them, but that certainly wasn't within his immediate duties. If something were to happen due to his desire to read, the Society would be disgraced as would his reputation. Assassin fails in protecting due to reading. It was a comical notion. He'd make it a point to note all the particularities in Ryleigh's room. The girl must have a habit when putting things away. The slightest deviation would tell him that a stranger had recently come in.
Mathias walked as he stood directly behind her looking at the schedule Ryleigh so furiously filled in. OCD he mused quietly to himself. Not that he was any better though. "Other than the party, which I'm sure your friend will force you to go," he said. "What is to be done within the intermediary period?"
As quickly as she had begun, Lainy departed as he stood alone with his charge. "I don't suppose this 'party' would be secure by any means, correct?" he asked. Obviously it wouldn't be secure. He'd have to case the area while keeping an eye on the employer's daughter. What a drag. "Ms. Ackerman is correct, however. Given your age group, early twenties, college scene. Short skirts and dresses do go a long way. Regardless, the decision is yours, Ms. Anderson."
He looked back at the volumes of books as he heard Ryleigh's comments. He shook his head. He wished he could read them, but that certainly wasn't within his immediate duties. If something were to happen due to his desire to read, the Society would be disgraced as would his reputation. Assassin fails in protecting due to reading. It was a comical notion. He'd make it a point to note all the particularities in Ryleigh's room. The girl must have a habit when putting things away. The slightest deviation would tell him that a stranger had recently come in.
Mathias walked as he stood directly behind her looking at the schedule Ryleigh so furiously filled in. OCD he mused quietly to himself. Not that he was any better though. "Other than the party, which I'm sure your friend will force you to go," he said. "What is to be done within the intermediary period?"
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Here's my CS!
Demon Name: Gadra, Devil of Night Terrors
Human Name: Gabriela Mercer
Age: Eons old. Human form looks 25.
Here's my CS!
Demon Name: Gadra, Devil of Night Terrors
Human Name: Gabriela Mercer
Age: Eons old. Human form looks 25.
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