Remilia Scarlet would be sitting down in the woods upon an old Victorian chair, along with a matching table with a china tea set. She would be drinking the delicious tea her maids make for her, it being infused with human's blood to make it digestible, as well as having a slice of cake set out for her. The cake was also made using human so that she could eat it. Remi looked up casually, her head maid Sakuya behind her, holding the kettle, watching her Mistress with care.

She had sensed a presence in her domain, but was unsure as to who it was. After locking the gate securely behind her, Daemala ventured to explore the Forbidden Thick. Following the path, the scent as it grew stronger, she began to rotate around the castle. The presence wasn't unfriendly, it didn't seem violent, but it wasn't desperate or dying either.

In all honesty, Daemala was more curious than concerned. Nosing and gossip was one of her specialties, and it was to her shock and delight to stumble upon the scene.

A tea party, here, in the middle of the woods? It reminded her of a book she read once, long ago. Who was seater there was but a child, perhaps, along with... A maid? Mistress? This was peculiar, but what was the oddest thing of all was how delicious that food smelled.

Food did not smell delicious to Daemala.

"Greetings," She exposed herself, stepping to the edge of the party with a demure curtsy. "Enjoying the ambiance of the Forbidden Thick?" A polite, but power laden smile placed itself upon her lips.

Remilia Scarlet chuckled slightly, looking up to her with a bow of her head. "Hello to you too..and yes, though not much interesting things are happening, it's certainly calming, better than that asinine bar where you have to duck every 5 minutes....Sheesh, only about 3-5 weeks into being in this realm and I'm already having to dodge projectiles and other shit.." Sighing, Remilia'd smile. "Sorry for my rude language..I'm Remilia Scarlet, owner of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. If you want, you may sit down." The child looked at her, her scarlet red eyes beaming, short blue hair tucked under her mob cap.

Sakuya Izayoi, the head maid opened an eye, the woman had grey hair with misty bluish grey eyes (not blind though). "Are you sure milady?"

Waving a hand, Remi giggled. "Positive! Besides, this girl looks like she could use some cake. Would you like some and some tea? We also have cookies..and..well, pretty much all sweets. Chocolates, cakes, cookies, pies, all sorts of things!~"

And other shit? Daemala blinked at the colorful language coming from the mouth of a child, but she was struck with a hurtful pang far more overwhelming than the continued shock. The image of two young vampires, one Irish, one from a land afar, swam before her eyes.

They were gone with another blink. Daemala tuned back in just in time to catch the apology for rude language, and respond to it with a forgiving smile. Graciously she sat, sideways as a lady of her stature should, shoulders squared and ready to chat.

Could use some cake? Was that a comment on her figure? Had she grown gaunt? If it were at all possible, Daemala paled. Who was this child, and what in damnation was she doing in her wood?

"I would love some, so kind of you to bring gifts," Those last words she said a beat quicker than the rest,"Now what exactly are these pies made from? The scent of them carried way to the Castle. A mansion, you say? Tell me, deary, where are you from?"

After the question bombardment, which was presented quite eloquently in a casual melody, Daemala plucked a chocolate from a doily. She soon realized, the treat was to die for. Literally. Never could she remember tasting anything in her human life that was quite as..as... Gourmet.

Oh, it had been too long since she could apply that term to anything pushed past her lips.

Remilia Scarlet sniggered slightly at her face going pale, looking at her as a cake was brought out on a plate, being set in front of her with a fork, tea cup filled with tea, and a napkin. "Well, the food has to be edible for a vampire, since normally, casual food from the super market isn't something us vampires can digest, so those are baked with humans, and the tea is mixed with blood." Chuckling again, she'd lean back slightly, watching her facial reactions to how good it tastes, waiting to see maybe a look of shock..or even funnier, if she didn't lose that face, liking despite what she said.

Sakuya sighed, bowing her head before leaving her Mistress. Duty called in the mansion.

"To die for," Daemala said earnestly. However, she was growing tired of this charade, as it was the middle of the thick and danger could be lurking. After the maid had left, Daemala dropped the polite demeanor and got down to business.

"Tell me, when was it you were turned?"

Remilia Scarlet thought for a second, doing some math on her fingers before smiling. "1524. I was 11 years old when I was turned, and my sister was 10." She'd put her head on her palm, eyes focused on the girl. "And what about you, miss? I'm betting the gracious young look is just for shows, just like mine, but tell me, when were ya turned? 20? 30? 35? 40? I'm curious now..though who knows, you may get increasingly boring after a while...as I said, who knows. I've just gotta see how this plays out."

Daemala smirked.

"I'm almost 100 Years more dead than you. Turned in 1425, at the age of 19. I suppose everyone seems older too you, don't they?" At this she sipped her tea.

"You can leave at any moment," A wink accompanied the statement, "Or perhaps you'd like to discuss business? Alliances? Power and political games, and such?"

Remilia Scarlet gave a slight pout when she was made fun of, standing up on her chair, leaning over and attempting to bop Daemala on the head. "I've seen old men vampires who are only 100, and baby vampires who are 1,000! So shut up!" When she sat back down, she'd dust off her shirt and dress, sighing. "I've no interest in Alliances or power, and politics suck monkey ass. If it's fun and keeps my attention however..you have me intrigued."

"One hundred years older than you, in Vampire years, my dear. Which means I am one hundred years your senior."

Her tone grew dark, "Keep in mind, you are on my land. I can kick you out whence I please."

Smiling cheerily again, Daemala tipped back the glass and finished it's contents.

"Politics bore me as well, and as for alliances I could go without. Power is nice, but not unless you can do anything fun with it, as you say. I happen to be of power, and if I'm correct so are you. Well, this influence is dormant, and dare I say a bore."

She munched a cake.

Remilia Scarlet listened to her, sighing slightly as she rested her head on her fist, listening to the girl about the whole 'senior' thing. Big fucking whoop. Older usually doesn't mean smarter, better, or anything. It just means you have a higher number on your age. Grinning now, she'd lean in, listening to her speak. "Oh, you are of power, huh? And you think I'm of power, and you say doing something fun with the power causes amusement. So what are you getting at. If it's fun, I'll do it. Just as long as it's not overstepped TOO many moral boundaries. Don't expect me to rape and pillage."

"Pft," With a wave she dismissed rape and pillaging, "Do I appear so barbaric? Please. An insult. Don't preach for your age then act against your argument. No, nothing so blase. I was thinking perhaps, a party."

At this she smiled, and her eyes flashed.

Her grin grew to reveal fangs sharp as anything.

"How about a feast?" For a moment, the woman would appear insane, before snapping back to normality. "We could feature your food, of course. Perhaps to the Detente. It would be a grand affair!" She looked wistfully into the trees for a moment, before turning her gaze sharply back to Remilia.

"We could feast on all sorts of things. We could make money, deals, friendships, enemies...Who knows?"

Remilia Scarlet leaned back, setting her tea down and taking it easy on the chair, arms wrapped behind her and legs almost propped up on the table, but not quite. "Well, you've got yourself a deal.." yawning, she'd shudder a bit, shaking her head and grumbling. "Well, sadly, it feels like it's growing near my bedtime..shall we meet tomorrow?"

"Surely," Daemala gushed, "Do you wish to officially join the Vankoryth Detente?"

It was a trap, but of what sort? From nowhere Daemala conjured a paper and quill.

"Perhaps we could discuss this tomorrow?"

She felt ridiculous, traipsing out here into the woods like this. If this didn't work, nobody was ever going to find out about this.

Picking up a stick, she found some barren land and drew the most accurate circle she could. Inside was a five pointed star, which received a frown. It had best be good enough.

From a fold in her dress she withdrew a candle, nosing it into the dirt in the center of the pentagram. Last but not least, Daemala sat still until a squirrel crossed her path. In a moment, she had her sacrifice.

"O Lord Of All Underworld And Dead
Please Accept My Sacrifice
As Cause To Surface
And Hear My Plea."

Daemala pronounced the words while twisting the squirrel over the candle. If it worked, the candle would ignite. Her hands had better not be bloodied for nothing.

Out of nowhere a tear would form, almost like a purple gash causing a glow to fall over, as time passed it would expand. The rift would start to rip tear the forest around, flinging, dirt, trees and anything else nearby into huge chaotic mess. Occasionally bolts of arcane energy would shoot out and destroy whatever was touched.

From inside the great hole you could hear deathly moans, horrible screams of terror and harrowing sounds. The whole thing seemed unreal or too dark to exist, pain and utter humiliation echoing from the very rip.

As the portal widened the mess would grow worse as detritus was flung nearer and nearer to the vampire, the horrible wretched voices growing in volume reaching heights of deafening hopelessness.

The whole forested area was beginning to turn into a clearing as whole mass of dirt, trees, rocks and whatever else was nearby, the pull of the rift was now at point it could drag a human, and it just kept growing. A scene would be seen from inside, one of decay, death, pawing spectres trying to break through, while a figure slowly emerged laughing before teleporting next to the vampire.

"Rather old fashioned but gotta admire the balls here, of course since you asked so nicely I will give you five minutes." turning to the rip she would shrug, "Oh don't mind that, I got it completely under control, promise."

She didn't expect that.

Having had stumbled back, taking refuge on the other side of the closest tree, Daemala wondered what the shit was going on. Could nothing ever be simple?

Turning with a jump, Daemala stared wide-eyed at the woman figure next to her.

Five minutes?

"WouldyouliketoseetheCastle?" She all but squeaked.

Appearing to walk around her she would smirk clearly rather amused at all of this, just measuring this person up, casually circling her much like a shark would before. Then again she was no mindless predator which would soon be made obvious.

Finally after ten few moments, she spoke, "Castle smastle your species is low in my opinion as of lately, care to prove you are worth my time. Or shall we instead play the game where I leave this portal hanging open indefinitely?"

A furrow presented itself in her brow as a frown pulled at her mouth.

"Low?" That wasn't very right.

"I beg pardon," Daemala turned on her heel, planning to return to the castle whether she followed or not. "I shan't waste your time further," She drawled over her shoulder.

Appearing to look around she leant over closed the portal over and said, "So you would summon me then expect to ignore me." she teleported right in front and said, "Clearly missy you have no idea whom you are dealing with here." placing her hand on the woman shoulder she would go on, "It's so nice when children aren't total abject failures don't you think?"

"Yes," Daemala responded on a whisper, "I do believe my kin has almost made me feel that way before. So nice."

With a gentle sigh, she reached to remove the woman's hand.

"As for who I'm dealing with," She continued with a bit more strength, "I knew it was someone who deserved respect." She almost sounded disappointed.

Laughing she would lean in and whisper into her ear, "Lilith, Sirad... may be my names, but my official title is this..." she paused dramatically and learnt away grinning, "I'M LUCIFER BITCHES!"

Daemala Tauvyr smiled, but a quake shook her heart. Not a quake of fear, and different than a quake of respect.

Now done she said, "So you summoned to fuck, chat, have a cup of tea, talk about finer points of eating cheese, the meaning of life, to fuck or well you were bored?" she knew she had mentioned her favourite past-time two times, but did not care, she was actually naturally curious.

"No, I summoned to show you," Each syllable was a punch, accompanied by a sting from her eyes, "The castle AND! That we aren't a bunch of incompetent half-breeds." At this she glared, and swiftly turned to walk towards the castle again.

Once more teleporting ahead, she said, "Oh really, you are lying and avoiding the point, you wish for a deal, although why makes me curious indeed it does." she would laugh knowing this could go on for a while.

"A deal? News on the grapevine is I'm your creation. If I'm competent, I deserve protection."

A good point, right?

Pretending to blush she would say, "Maybe I created the vampires, but sadly I have kinda disowned failure tend to have that effect on me, what can I say it's depressing and what makes you think you deserve my protection? We not even had sex, seems rather intimate to do that don't you thin?" sniggering she appeared to be having time of her life.

Ohho is that how it was, then? Two could tango, Daemala knew her steps.

"Perhaps if you followed me to Castle Vankoryth," a swish of her hips, a step towards the castle.

Once more appearing in front of her, she said, "I wonder how strong it is?" vanishing again she would appear right outside the castle and begin to randomly kick the walls, while waiting for this lazy vampire to appear.

Maybe she could test out some of her magic on the walls, maybe it would not destroy it, maybe it would, but well castles always seemed pretentious to her.

The woman had disappeared in a flash. So she wanted to play cat and mouse? Yes? So be it. Her blood red lips held a devilish smile.

"Oh Lucifer," Dauntingly the vampiress called, "Where are you?" A giggle escaped her, to her surprise, echoing off the castle walls as she slipped through the gate.

After a while she finally saw the vampire and magicking up a pocket watch which had stopped, laughing she said, "My you were so late my watch died, ergo I should be dead, so guess no more sex for me. Woe and all that shit."

Keeling over dramatically she would quote the play, "For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo." with that she would act all silent and not even breath at all, since she was a demon this was possible.

Daemala Tauvyr raised a brow and entered the castle.

Remilia Scarlet sat down on a table of french design, holding her tea cup that was filled with the average tea mixed with blood, a table in front of her with the cakes using humans as ingredients set out for eating, a fork in one, one of them with a bite in it, and 2 more set out for others if they came by and were hungry. She never told anybody what was in it unless they asked, and usually if the being was a human, they vomited (for obvious reasons).

Her head maid, Sakuya Izayoi stood behind her, holding up an umbrella over her mistress' head, even though the trees covered them up mostly, she figured it'd be better to be safe than sorry.

She ran into the thick, catching whiff of the smell. Delicious, and better than before! Veering quickly in the direction of the scent, Daemala picked up the pace.

Just as she had suspected! There the girl vampire sat at a glorious tea party.

"Mind if I have a seat?" Daemala asked sweetly, offering a curtsy, eyeballing the cakes.

Having been waiting at the castle entrance for at least three hours, she was now mindlessly bored so had followed the vampire to see what had dragged her away. After all she had been summoned then ignored, that seemed I don't know, a tad rude, wouldn't you say?

Waving a hand, she chuckled. "Go ahead, that's what the other seat is meant for, isn't it? A guest." She'd sip her tea, sighing for a second and setting it down, then taking a bite out of her cake. "Alright, so, other than my cake, you came for the stuff 'bout the group clan thingy, right? Go on and speak about it, I'm listening." Remilia gave a soft laugh before sipping the tea again. She knew this woman was older than her, but it didn't matter. She liked talking like that to people whether they're older or younger, more powerful or a pitiful weakling. It was just her attitude.

"Yes," Daemala ignored the girl's language, preferring to dwell on the deliciousness of the cakes instead.

"The Detente," Daemala said, after a bite, "Has welcomed new Blood. Powerful, interesting, dynamic new blood. Who cannot cook," With a bite, she finished the cake, and picked up her tea.

"Are we still having a party?" Daemala said with raised brows, taking a sip, "And we aren't so much of a clan as an organization. Please, don't group us with inbreeders." Daemala hoped Sirad was listening.

Blinking she would smirk and simply respond in the woman's head, "Oh trust me, if you were not worth my time, you would be punished for summoning me. So far I am interested." carefully she switched to Remila and would say, "Rumours may abound of what happened your sister, I tell you now she pushed me and therefore was forced to act. I don't take in pleasure in acting out, but there is certain limits to my patience."

Remilia Scarlet chuckled at what Daemala said. "Yes, we are having the party, and ok it's an organization. I'm probably going to join this then, I get where this is going, and I'm in. I'm trying to keep it quick because I've gotta run back to the mansion in a bit. I mean, you keep catching me when it's close to my bedtime. Sheesh.." Listening to Sirad, she'd look her way waving a hand. "It's fine. As long as ya don't kill her, I'm good."

"Good," Daemala finished her tea, and stood.

"You accept the extended offer, you consider yourself Blood of the Vankoryth Detente?" Again Daemala withdrew the parchment from somewhere and threw it on the table.

"Our rules, and such," She then turned to Sirad, and said in a husky, daunting manner, "Shall we to the castle?"

Remilia Scarlet picked up the paper, feeling it for a second then having her head maid Sakuya hold it. She got up, bowing and beginning to leave. The table, chair, and tea set all disappeared in a flash when Remilia snapped her fingers. And thus, she was gone.

Nodding she would feel a presence and listen, a strange aura seemed echo around the area, something dark and dangerous, "Wait, and also I would rather know what you want, no hiding. I think you wish something but what can you offer since you have no soul, what can you offer?"

"Protect us, your children," Daemala turned to Sirad, careful with her words, "And my kine and I are forever in your debt."

"I cannot vouch for more than that, unless you would like something else?"

An aura of terrible malice, dark hatred, chaos, and endless suffering flowed from the trees as the stench of death drew closer. Several shadows began to quiver as a dark silhouette wandered just beyond the border of the clearing. Ghostly glowing blue eyes observed the group with mild interest. The figure stood at the edge of their peripherals, and those that sought to capture it in their vision would find him there - and not there - as if their eyes saw something that their minds did not.

Considering this slowly, she finally would respond, "You ask so much yet offer so little, this is a big deal and what it would require is something more concrete, for instance you are my children... and yet in the past I have been disappointed if I give you exclusive protection I want one thing, only one thing teach the wannabes whom is their master and what she wants. Make them comply and most of all one thing just one thing I ask, "Stand up for humanity in this coming struggle you break this and I will gladly eradicate the whole group, my protection is not free."

"I will, as will my kine. The Detente, I cannot speak for, but will put forth my good word. I see no reason the Detente would not acknowledge your superiority, however you must...You must speak to Casren. He is, after all, the standing force."

Shaking her head she would notice a presence but shake it off, "I make the deal with person whom summons me, these are the rules." her voice would follow off to the being and she would say in it's mind, "You like to watch, maybe should snog her and see if you like it more."

Daemala raised a brow at the odd comment, but payed it no heed. She was under a lot of pressure, a strange amount of pressure come to think...

"Fine," She submitted. "But... Alright. I will fight for humanity, as will my brethren, provided we are protected, provided The Vankoryth Detente is not the enemy of Humanity. Provided that, despite humanity's win or loss, the Detente will continue to prosper. If humanity so desires to uprise against us, your creations, you must still protect us. Protect the Vankoryth Detente, and our wood. So long as my line is in power."

She was satisfied with this deal, convinced it condemned none but, perhaps, her.

"The growing darkness in this land has drawn us here." replied the presence. "Death has stirred from its slumber, and we have come to give them voice against the crimes of the Living." Pairs of blue flames materialized within the shadows far away from the clearing.

Appearing to think, she would wonder many things before nodding slightly, "I admire your resolve and bravery dearie..." she vanish and appear next to her, kissing her deeply before disappearing and returning to back where she was, "So I shall be kind since you are showing me the respect I desire and you understand how this is, I shall do more... this is for quid-pro-quo, listen closely Alucard and I made a deal in the past I was meant to protect his line or keep an eye on them, unfortunately they are being hunted and are in danger. I can offer them no asylum but if you give them this and treat them with respect they deserve then you will gain an ally of Alucard, they are known as The Dracul Family and are essentially royalty two brothers and one sister. They are essentially the last of the great Vampire Monarchy of Europe and are trained fighters and magic users, they are alone though and need protection, but with them comes 4000 trained vamperic soldiers..."

Noting the reply of the presence she would say, "You are smart but also young, but this is no simple evil, this is greater than you could comprehend for it's not the side you usually should tremble from, but the one which is meant to protect."

Continuing she would say to the vampire, "Give them this asylum and the deal is for the line, if you refuse it all hinges on Casren continual existence. These are my parametres."

"Their presence would be most welcome in Castle Vankoryth," Daemala said with a curtsy.

Suddenly a low fog descended from the doorway, and the crimson form of Alucard materialized from it. He gave Sirad a knowing grin. The elder vampire recognized her, even in this form.

"I knew I felt a chill in the air..." he snickered.

"Dracula!" Daemala scurried to curtsy again.

Having been waiting for doubt to sink in, she teleported over to the woman, and swiftly planted her lips on the bemused girl, sealing the deal. Dark red energy would fly around them before she finally parted the kiss and declared, "Now you officially agreed to the terms."

Alucard laughed. "And here I am thinking you had forgotten... Well it is good to see that even the Mistress of Hell has some integrity. Let those ol' whippersnappers know that grand-pappy is expecting them..." he sneered.