SunsetRoses

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose

Lilith

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Lilith Adferd

“I look good with a badge, don't I?”

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Character Summary

Name: Lilith Calla Adferd

Aliases: Lili, Cal, C.

Age: 28

Birthday: October 19th, 1989

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Birth Place: Carson, Nevada

Place of Residency: Number 7, Sealth Road

Hometown N/A

Gender: Female

Highest Level of Education: She majored in Forensic Science, with a Bachelor's in Chemistry

Occupation: Lilith works as a field investigator/lab tech for the FS science lab, under the employment of Cecily Ashworth

Languages: English, Spanish, and she dabbles in French

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Appearance

Height: 5 feet 8 inches

Weight: 150 pounds

Body Type: Fit, slight muscle definition

Eye Color: Dark Brown, almost Black

Hair Color Brown with Blonde Highlights

Skin Tone: A Light Tan

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has ear piercings, a nose piercing, and a belly button piercing. She has four minor tattoos on her body: one butterfly on her ankle, a purple heart on the back of her neck, a rose on her ribcage, and a tribal design on her wrist.

Personal Style: Dressy Casual, usually covered in a white lab coat.

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Psychology

Hard-Working * Easily Aggressive * Loyal to Those Around Her * A Bit of A Flirt

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Lilith is a fierce woman, who pushes through each of her problems with a confidence others strive for. She usually flirts with everyone, but when they get close to her she stops that. When she is close to someone, she is very loyal to them and will stay that way unless they mess up. She does get angry very rapidly, usually stemming her anger by cursing in Spanish. Because of her stressful job, she usually releases said stress in the form of a good smoke.

Habits:

Hobbies: Hiking, taking pictures of dead bodies.

Fears:

• Getting an autopsy done on her dead body
• Calling the family of a dead person.
• Getting her license revoked

Likes:

• Working
• Reading
• Using a scalpel
• Any form of nicotine
• Coffee
• Her dog

Dislikes:

• Spiders
• The smell of decomposition
• Cats
• People who don't like smokers
• Liquor
• Politics

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Skills

More Mental Skills:

• Driving large vehicles (vans, RVs, etc.)
• Charisma
• Speaking Spanish
• Getting a good feel of what happened during a crime
• Vast knowledge of Chemistry and Forensic Science

Physical Skills:

• Most handguns
• Krav Maga
• Collecting evidence from a crime scene

Day to Day Belongings:

• Keys
• Wallet
• Standard issue pistol in a holster
• Her badge
• Crime scene kit (tucked dutifully into her bookbag)
• Two bottles of heavy duty aspirin
• Vicks Vapor Rub (it helps with the smell of death)
• Smartphone
• A secondary magazine of 9mm ammo
• An electronic cigarette/actual cigarettes
• A lighter
• Mint gum, because nicotine breath is bad.

Home:

• Boxer dog (Jackie)
• Family photos
• Her desktop
• Books upon books
• A 9mm pistol
• A flat screen TV
• A DVD collection
• A blue-ray player
• Two cartons of cigarettes
• Lighters, everywhere
• All her food

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History

Life Before The Apocalypse
Lilith was born in Carson City, surrounded by the desert. She grew up around drugs, whorehouses, and high school boys who took the virginity of twelve year olds. It was from the time she was ten that she knew she wanted to leave. She made a plan with her parents, saved birthday money. The whole nine yards, just because she believed getting out would be the best idea of her life.

Of course, the town dragged her down, as it did many people. She got into fights to protect herself from bullies, drank the liquor her ‘friends' gave her. She was still the top of her class, but her grades were gradually starting to change. She can't remember what stopped her from going over the edge and becoming another druggie. Maybe it was the power of music, or something equally strange. Maybe one day she just snapped, or maybe it was the ramblings of her friend's dealer. The important part is, she picked herself back up. She went through high school with a purpose, graduated the top of her class, and got a scholarship for Chemistry, which would lead her to her life in Forensic Science.

Her college life was amazing. She was broke, using most of her yearly scholarship funds for books and the remnants for extra food. She had bags under her eyes that have never fully faded, and she loved every moment of it. She never partied, hardly leaving her dorm room, she was a spoil sport: reporting parties and leaving just to unplug whatever music was playing. People hated her and her roommate gave her hell, but it was worth it. After she got her Master’s degree in Forensic Science, she almost immediately got a job in a New York department that was overworked and well paid.

Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba
Things were shifting in the department, with everyone getting anxious at all the recent cases. Of course, Lilith didn't approve of the deaths they had to look into, but work was work. That was why she willingly volunteered for a transfer when it came, the district promised to pay her well and after a year she could come back to her department. She was given away to the small town of Altsoba, Washington. Of course, she had no idea that she would be ending up in the town that began the apocalypse.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Just Like Fire - P!nk

Deviances: Whenever something bad is about to happen, Lilith will experience a major headache.

Extra Information: The turtle, a creature of grace. Long, awkward necks. The bumpiest little shell you ever did see, and a mouth so small they can hardly eat. They may look strange, but they're going to outlive you, so you better start praising them. I mean, unless you're a sadist and you flip them on their back. Shame on you. SHAME.
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Olympus Academy: The School For the Demigods [High-Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay]

Oops wrong thing.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Aerandir

That's really cool, the detail is especially nice. Makes me want to know what's going on in the world.

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

Avelle of The Earth

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The earth cries, she has come to answer the call.

A babe, covered only by a blanket of moss. Her eyes haven't yet opened, she cries alone, weak in the forest. A pack, coming to investigate the call, their hackles are raised as they stalk their next enemy. Anyone this close to the clan was top priority, and to be handled immediately. The cries never cease as they close in, four wolves hide in the shadows, low to the ground prepared to pounce.

Their leader, a female alpha with luscious grey fur, crawled forwards. She tested the air, smelling a...newborn. She recoiled, raising her stance. Her hunters had smelled it too, they all came forward now, paying no heed to her words. They circled the young child, sniffing her and licking her. The baby cried, vying for attention.

A wolf snarled, in an attempt to claim the baby. It was futile, the alpha had made her choice. The alpha shifted, revealing a young girl no more than twenty. She was tall, carrying a loving grace. On her face was white war paint, covering her tan and beautiful features. She wore a thick fur coat, the hood was up, an antler crown concealing her flowing amber hair.

She kneeled, picking up the baby and cradling it. After covering the bare child in her fur coat, the baby stopped crying. The alpha planted a kiss on the child's cheek, it was clearly a druid, but why didn't it have a home? “You are now mine, child, I am Avina of the wolf clan. Your name is...it is Avelle.”

Avina held up the baby Avelle for the wolves to see. They sat on their haunches and began a symphony of joyous howls. This showed their new loyalty for the girl, who may soon become their leader if she turned out to be a shifter. It also showed their growing respect for her new mother, as the leader of their pack. This was Avelle’s beginning.

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The woods, the damp and inky blackness that was so thick it was palpable. The trees were covered in bark as black as tar, their flesh a pure and refreshing white. Avelle usually had a good feel of time, having lived in the forest all her life. Here though, there were no stars peeking through the leafy canopy, and no sun to measure. The only thing that helped her keep track of time was the silver moonlight that created spotlights on the undergrowth. Every time she entered her Tiger form, she would lose track, making it next to impossible.

She was on the run, but it was almost laughable to be wary in the forest. Her druid lineage made the animals peaceful around her, even the more...eccentric ones gave her no trouble. She was mystified endlessly by the creatures there, and they naturally made great company. Though they were friendly, and their coos were quite sweet, she followed after the chain of life. In her tiger form, she preyed on them to keep herself sustained, nightly her maw would be covered in their blood before she went to rest in the undergrowth.

That day, she had decided to stay in her tiger form. She was an imposing creature, a white streak against the dark hues of the forest. When standing amongst the tall undergrowth, only her upper half could be seen. Her shiny coat, once a plain contrast between black and white, was stained with dark berry juice and the blood of her prey. The pink pads on her feet allowed her to traverse silently, her long tail waving peacefully over the brush. Whenever she opened her mouth and allowed her sandpaper tongue to loll out, she revealed her three inch fangs, a surprisingly blinding white. Her whiskers and ears twitched, instinctively checking for danger.

She was still in the thick of the forest, but it was very clear that she would soon break through. Undergrowth become more sparse, making it harder for her to hide all nine feet of herself whenever she paused to rest or give herself tongue baths. Although it was a good enough cover for her, she refused to climb trees, hugging them with her four inch claws was horribly embarrassing.

From time to time, she found herself wishing she could have long conversations with the animals she came across. It was usually countered with the realization it would probably make her more hesitant come time to prey upon their flesh. Instead, she had brief conversations with herself, to remind her why she was on this journey through the Blackwoods in the first place. Everyday, she craved human contact, someone to talk to in her fake monotone, someone to break the endless cacophony of the forest creatures. She had no idea that she would find what she was seeking in the woods.

She had tucked herself under some brush, curling her huge muscular body in on itself to make room. She chuffed her loneliness, the sound making her throat vibrate. To pity herself, she began the vigorous process of giving herself a tongue bath. While cleansing herself, the slow breeze of the forest shifted. She felt it, cool as it ran through her fur. With it, came an unexpected scent. Smoke, flames burning acrid and rich. Her first instinct was to run, flee the forest before it caught flame entirely. The human part of her forced her to stand, and creep towards the scent.

The nearer she got, the more she could pick up on. A whole mishmash of bodies, all in a concentrated area. The sulphuric scent of a demon, the sickeningly sweet aroma of Elves, the plain yet distinctly earthy scent of a human life, and the rough scent of grease and stone that made up dwarves. ‘What a strange blend’, she commented, nearing the group.

On her way, she found small wisps of blue light surrounding her. She knew of the wisps, Avina had told her much about them, but she had never seen one in person. She also noted that the undergrowth gave way to ruins of a city long since past, feeling strange beneath her padded feet. She walked out towards them, staring at them as her tail flicked like a whip behind her. Her claws extended naturally, digging into the ground below. She chuffed, staring at them all with eyes full of knowledge. They seemed to be in their own worlds, as though they had been brought together against their wills. Once she had passed them all over, she shifted.

What was once a tiger, on all fours, was now a girl in a crouching position. Before she looked up, all they saw was her dark brown hair, some strands braided and others decorated with vibrant beads. Her flowing skirt was expertly died, colored in bright purples, reds, and blues. She had a top made of thick fur, reminiscent of her alternate form. It was all hemmed in gold, with many decorations throughout. When she looked up, and stood, she revealed her face. While not as beautiful as any elven, she carried a sort of grace that many strived for. Her green eyes displayed mischief, with full and fluttering lashes. The rest of her face displayed a simple calm, on her cheeks was red paint that resembled two claws. Her arms were covered in tattoo bands, what they didn't know was each band marked one of her eighteen years in her pack.

She bowed curtly, her lips curling up in the ghost of a smile. “What a strange crowd you all are.” She said, her sweet voice carrying over them without a hint of emotion. “I am Avelle, pleasure to meet everyone. I came here with the understanding that this forest was...abandoned. Apparently I'm ever the fool.” She graced them with a smile, seemingly amused by everyone. “Is it too much to ask everyone's name?” She wondered if anyone would have the courtesy to respond, or if they would kick her out, or maybe just leave her to romp through their camp.

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

Hello everyone, I'm the newest member of the crew. My first post is coming very soon, I hope it will inspire some more posts. I have already been approved by @Aerith of Brae, by the way.

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

Name
Avelle ‘Feles’ Laurdrel

Age
20

Race
Druid

Inherent Ability
Shapeshifting

Acquired Abilities
Earth Calling: Avelle has the ability to call forth the wildlife around her to aid in battle. Thorns, vines, and trees. They all fall to her as thralls, working to fulfill her whims. When Avelle calls upon the flora, they act as if sentient. This is because she is putting a drop of her own essence into each of them. While she seems almost limitless in the heat of a fight, she will usually end up on the verge of collapse when it is all over.

In Igne Furoris Mei: Although her father was the keeper of flames, he also bestowed them onto the earth in while in fits of rage. They came in the form of volcanoes, a sure sign of Djan’s discontent. He has passed on a similar ability to his daughter. When Avelle is very angry, the ground around her will heat to uncomfortably high levels. Those who stand on it too long will find their shoes burning, or their pants caught aflame. This effect only comes in intense bouts of rage, and lasts until her mood is soothed.

Children of The Earth: Avelle is able to create Earth Golems. They are about three feet tall, and can fight fairly well. Depending on the material they are made of, they can be hearty little creatures. By implanting a drop of her essence into the creature, they become fighters of sentient capability. They talk in garbled voices, that only some can understand.

Appearance

Avelle

Avelle’s Tiger Form

Personality
Avelle, like the others of her species, is a mystery. She hardly ever lets people see into her true personality, masking her wants and needs with calm. When people break through her solid shell, they will find that she is full of curiosity. They will also see that she is a carefree young woman, expressing herself wildly in the wilderness she calls home.

A Brief History
Although Avelle knows little about her heritage, she has grown up mostly normal with a loving guide who acted as her mother. Given to a druid clan of wolves, Avelle wasn't able to blend in with her people as easily as she wanted, because she was the only Tiger there. When she turned eighteen, she left her pack, moving on to truly experience the forest she called home. She was caught shifting, and after making an escape, she fled to the Blackwoods. (More to be revealed through flashbacks in the RP)

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Meiyuki When you get on, will you link me to our other pad. Not the secret meeting, but the one beginning with a J

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

_{in collaboration with @shagranoz}

"Get Out of Jail Free"

Phagora was in a foul mood. The excoriating lashing she'd received from Lorelai still stung, and she hadn't gotten over it. To be threatened with death for showing humanity to a prisoner? Yes, she knew her actions could cost the coven badly, but it still rankled.

She found herself at Elizabeth's office in the tower. Perhaps the best way for her to deal with her issues was to lose herself in work. "General, do you have any assignments for me?"

Elizabeth stared up at Phagora, eyeing her with the least subtle curiosity she could muster. ”Please take a seat, Phagora. I’d like to talk to you.” She gestured towards the seat in front of her, waiting patiently for Phagora to make her decision.

”I want to know why you're actually working for me, or at least...under what circumstances? Do you not need to prepare?” She asked softly, the question that had been bugging her for a while now. Liz knew Lorelai had put Phagora to work for her, but she hadn't a clue as to why. If anything, Phagora should have been getting prep work done for the war, not serving her.

Phagora sighed, but if this knowledge hadn't reached Elizabeth... well, it was only a matter of time. "I was the one who let Mat out of his cell. Trusted him not to escape, and he abused that trust, to say the least. Now, Lorelai has added you to my contract to serve her. If you're satisfied with my work, I may be able to keep my head attached to my shoulders. The operative word here being 'may'."

She glanced at Elizabeth. "No, I don't need anything special in the way of ritual sacrifices or anything like that. We've got a good supply of livestock here, at least. Have you decided where we are going to put the lines?"

Elizabeth looked Phagora straight in the eyes, unnerving until the explanation was over. The girl's life hung in her hands, all she had to do was give her a bad review and her death was certain. Then, Phagora moved past it as though it wasn't a big deal. Did Lorelai do that a lot? Elizabeth nodded, still working up a reply as she dug through her maps for battle placements.

”Of course, everything has been worked out. However, I would love your input.” She managed, spreading the map out along the desk. She pointed towards the first supply line, stacked between the summoners and the soldiers. There was also a secondary supply line, stacked towards the back near the healers. She wetted her lips, and looked up at Phagora again. ”I don't believe you should die, for your actions.”

"I don't either, but then again, I'm rather biased in the regard." Phagora looked over the map with a sense of approval. "Not bad, but I can't help wondering if we have anyone who can carve stone on hand. Stone rune traps buried in the ground would be virtually undetectable. and unlike dirt sigils, they can't be smudged into uselessness. We could shred the hunters before they get near us."

Elizabeth made a steady decision to ignore the topic of Phagora’s death, at least until she had a proper answer for it. She smiled when Phagora complimented her planning, relaxing a bit in her chair. ”We do have Lenny, I'm sure he could carve the runes, and a few witches could enchant them.” She wasn't sure if Phagora knew about the giant in their basement, but he was one plausible option to make such runes.

"Lenny? I know of nobody named Lenny around here. One of the servants Lorelai left you?" Despite her heritage, Phagora knew little, if anything about the denizens of Hell. It was an annoying blind spot in her mystical knowledge. After the situation with the hunters was resolved, she'd have to spend some time reading manuscripts on the subject.

Elizabeth chuckled, she saw Lenny as more of a friend than a servant, but she supposed he was under her rule for the time being. ”Lenny is the giant living in the basement. He used to reside in Lorelai's citadel, now he works in the castle. If we need carved runes, he would be the one to ask.” She smiled, excited to go on a trip to see Lenny. ”I do, however, have four other ‘servants'. Though, I use that term lightly.”

"A giant?" Phagora leaned forward, interested. "How is it that I never knew of someone like that living here? Must be awful quiet for such a big gentleman." She got up from her chair, getting the door for Elizabeth. "Let's go see him, and after that, I'd like do some sparring with you. I could never hold my own against a Dragon Knight, but maybe I could learn something useful from you."

”I wouldn't say quiet, but he doesn't attract much attention down in the basement.” Elizabeth said, picking herself up from her seat and exiting the room with Phagora. Elizabeth was excited to get her new spectacles. She also wanted to check on the Giant, and make sure he was okay in his new arrangements. Of course, he would probably say yes, since he didn't do much other than forge, but it was polite to ask either way. ”You know, I had a friend who's family was in the smithing business. If I ever manage to talk to her again, I'm sure she would be impressed to find out we had a giant blacksmith.” She mused, as they stood outside the door to the basement.

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After their meeting with Lenny, the pair made their way out to the training grounds. Elizabeth stripped out of her armor in the center of the field, letting the slight breeze carry through the thin fabric of her tunic. She had Beebop run and get her whip from Lorelai's private rooms, and he returned in record time, striding over with the whip tucked beneath his arm.

Elizabeth ran her hands over the weapon, which could be used for the first time today. She turned to Phagora, a lopsided grin on her face. ”How would you like to practice? Dart, whip, or fisticuffs?” She asked with a wink, attaching her whip to her waist.

"A whip? Are you coming on to me, Liz?" Phagora couldn't help joking with her. It relieved the tension quite nicely. She took up a longsword. It was a tournament blade, so it was dulled to the point of nonlethality, but it would still hurt quite a bit if she caught Liz with it.

"I've never fought someone with a whip before. Should be interesting." Phagora took up a defensive stance, waiting for Liz to make the first move.

Elizabeth giggled, at least Phagora could make a good joke. ”If I were, I wouldn't have bothered leaving on my tunic.” She suggested, watching as Phagora chose a longsword from the large collection. ”And I have never fought a witch with a longsword.” She added, taking up the offensive.

She began swinging her whip, picking up good momentum for a strike. It whizzed through the air, a blur. She took a step forwards, swinging it at midlength, in an attempt to disarm her foe before the battle had begun. She made sure not to go at full strength, for the blade at the end of her was adamantine, and it could easily cut into Phagora if she wasn't careful.

The good news for Phagora was that she managed to hold on to her blade. The bad news was that she had her sword knocked out of position. She recovered quickly, though, and made a thrust at Elizabeth's midsection, taking enough off of it that Liz would get nothing more than a bad bruise, even if she failed to block.

During the time Phagora was recollecting her balance, Elizabeth had folded her whip, handling the dart as a dagger. She had expected Phagora to take a jab at her, and when the thrust came she skirted to the side, causing the blow to land closer to her ribs. It wasn't enough to knock the air out of her, but it stung, causing her to falter just slightly. Elizabeth propelled herself at Phagora, taking the flat of her dart and attempting a solid whack at her opponent's waist.

Phagora honestly hadn't expected Elizabeth to dodge. Rather, she thought her opponent would try to intercept the blow. When the counterattack came, Phagora simply wasn't ready, and took the blow straight in the hip. She was in a bad way. A longsword was a great weapon, but the problem in this situation was that it was, well... long. In such close quarters, Phagora didn't have the room to build up to a good strike. She backpedaled quickly, trying to get her distance back.

Elizabeth knew she had the upper ground in close quarters, and she went after Phagora. Her enhanced speed only gave her a meager advantage, so her next attack was strained. She knew that once propelled, she would have a very little chance of deflecting the next blow, so this would have to be a disabling attack. She lunged forwards with a grunt, once again using the flat of her blade. She angled it towards Phagora's hands in an attempt to disarm her. She tried to keep her blow soft, as to not damage Phagora's hands too badly.

Elizabeth's strike found home, landing right on the tips of Phagora's fingers. The tiefling dropped her blade, and didn't bother trying to pick it up. The game was up, and she knew it. "Well done, Elizabeth. I knew you were going to be too fast for me, but your strength was a surprise. Something Lorelai did to you, or something you worked on yourself?"

Elizabeth picked up Phagora's blade, presenting it to her. She attached her whip to her hip, satisfied with her overall performance. ”I learned most of my techniques on my own, but yes, becoming a Dragon Knight has given me a slight advantage in the field. It's more effective when I carry a demon, like Sousiel.” She figured she deserved the enhancements, so she wasn't afraid to talk about them. She held out a hand for Phagora, giving her a steady smile. ”You have great skills, Phagora.”

"Thank you, Elizabeth." A thought came to Phagora, unbidden. "So, from what I understand, you can allow demons to posess you, correct? I wonder..."

Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow, nodding briefly. ”Yes, I can accept most minor demons into my body.” She acknowledged, wondering where this would be heading. It also brought up a few other questions: could she bring Bob, Beebop, Butch, and Bo into her body? ”What were you wondering?”

"You do know who I am? Who my father is?" Phagora's eyes lit up. "I've never been able to possess someone. That magic has always been a little bit beyond me. But if I can tap into the infernal energies running through your blood... Meet me in the ritual chamber, and bring a belonging of yours. Something you don't mind losing."

Elizabeth was apprehensive to say the least, she knew very well what a tiefling was, but she did not know Phagora’s personal family line. She also wasn't prepared to accept another demon into her body, but Phagora looked very excited by the prospect. ”I'll meet you there, Phagora.” She said softly, striding out of the courtyard to go find a personal belonging.

The ritual chamber been prepped, at least as far as such things go. Surprisingly, it didn't require much in the way of setup. Just a single pentagram, large enough for both Phagora and Elizabeth to stand in comfortably. A brazier lit with black fire hovered in between them.

Phagora couldn't help smiling at how odd this was. Usually, the target would have been stripped naked and chained to the point of utter immobility, lest their struggling disrupt the ritual. Now, she actually had a willing participant. If her father could see her now...

Elizabeth walked into the ritual room wearing a fresh pair of clothes, and carrying the dart to her very first whip. It was the only memento she could scrounge up, because everything else was left in her room at Seren’s Folly. Her eyes traversed the room, before falling on Phagora. It was definitely more...specific than her last binding. ”Phagora, are you ready to perform the ritual?” She asked, handing her the dart.

"Yes." Phagora took the dart and gently placed it into the fire. She then took out her ritual knife, and took blood offerings from both herself and Elizabeth, which were then burned. "Keep your mouth open a little. I need an entry point."

"Blood calls to blood," Phagora intoned, "across the leagues and across the aeons, for I art me, and I art thou, and thou art mine!"

With that, Phagora's form dissolved into a noxious black sludge, which flowed upwards and into Liz's mouth. Eventually, the whole mess had been taken in. Phagora didn't have a physical form anymore, per se, but if she did, it would be grinning from ear to ear. She had done it. She had accessed her true demonic form. But something was wrong...

Elizabeth accepted the ritual, offering up her blood with ease. When Phagora’s form became nothing more than black sludge, Elizabeth willingly accepted it into her mouth. Once the ritual was completed, Elizabeth went into a short coughing fit. It ended with her bouncing on her revitalized limbs. ”Everything okay up there, Phagora?” She asked, addressing the tiefling in her head, who was surprisingly quiet.

"No, everything is not bloody well okay!" Phagora's voice was tinged with indignation. "You still have some control. More than me, in fact. This isn't a possession, it's more like... I'm renting your body, and you can evict me any time you wish, if that makes any sense."

"I can't figure out what went wrong, but as long as I'm here, I might as well make some use of this situation. Do me a favor and don't resist me. I swear by the pit, I will do nothing to harm you."

Elizabeth chuckled at the tone of Phagora's voice. Personally, she found nothing wrong with Phagora not being in total control of her body. It was the same thing that had happened when Sousiel had taken over, so she was pleased. When Phagora asked for control, Elizabeth accepted the offer. ”I trust you.” She said simply, relaxing her body and becoming a viewer. The main reason for that trust was if Phagora harmed her, she would be killed by Lorelai almost immediately.

Phagora extended her consciousness into Liz's arms and legs, moving each one independently. It was such a strange feeling, moving a body that was not your own. Eventually, Phagora reached the point where she could take several steps without needing to balance herself, and she was rather satisfied.

She opened Elizabeth's mouth and let herself out, first as the sludge, which reformed into Phagora's familiar shape. "I'm still baffled as to what exactly happened, but I know I can do it, under certain conditions. Good enough for me."

Elizabeth watched her body wobble around like a newborn, growing more and more confident with each step. When Phagora was satisfied, she fled through Elizabeth's mouth. This sent Liz into another strange coughing fit, ending with her recovering and looking better than ever. She smiled up at Phagora, clapping. ”I'm glad I could be a good subject. I'll have to test that with friends, see if they can manage it.”

"Wouldn't reccommend it myself, unless you really trust them. Power corrupts, and absolute power means you have no way of defending yourself, should their intentions turn. Wouldn't let a succubus in, either. Let's just say they use a different door and leave it go there." Phagora shuddered.

"In any case, I thank you. It takes true courage to let someone take you over like that willingly. That, and true trust. I think this bodes well for our relationship."

Did Elizabeth trust her squadron of demons? Of course she did, more than she trusted a few of the witches in the castle. They were still demons though, and she couldn't glamorize that. Maybe during the battle, if Sousiel was busy, she could let one of them in. ”Don't worry about them, I have faith in them.”

She smiled warmly when Phagora thanked her, something she hadn't thought of. ”Of course, if you need to run anymore experiments, I'll be willing.” She paused, tilting her head in consideration. ”Speaking of our relationship...from this point on, you are free. I'll make sure Lorelai doesn't threaten you with violence, or go through with any of her plans. Truly, she's just worried about losing the family she has built, and she has turned that worry into anger.” Elizabeth held out a hand, giving Phagora’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. ”Enjoy yourself before things get too messy, you won't have to report to me unless I specifically call for you. Which may happen...you have a keen eye.”

Phagora let out the deepest sigh of relief in her life. No more was the doom of Damocles hanging over her head. She didn't need to fear Lorelai's return any longer. "Elizabeth, that is the greatest news I have ever heard. Once again, I thank you."

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long, I've been quite busy with both life, and another RP. I'll try to get back into things ASAP.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

I believe I need to post, is that correct?