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located in The Prince's Palace, a part of Heaven Help You, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Prince's Palace

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Character Portrait: Valramir Character Portrait: Bezabelle Character Portrait: Myut Character Portrait: Eris Leblanc
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Eris had been having a grand old time at the gala, as per usual. Solomon, on the other hand, her sloth demon for the week, was not. Mostly because Eris insisted on dragging him all over. The first few days of their stay, she’d spent some time with her mother, which meant she was on her best behavior. A rousing conversation with Bez on the third day, however, had led to a long string of fights with various demons they both knew. At first it had been entertaining, laughing at the demons who sputtered the moment they were confronted by a small mouse of a girl who seemed to needle their flaws with pinpoint accuracy. Solomon trailed further and further behind her as she chased after one demon or another, getting distracted as soon as her gaze landed on someone more interesting than her current target.

There was a particular demon, an Envy, who had gained her ire several years ago, by interrupting her heated debate with a Pride (she couldn’t remember what it had started out about, but it finished off with a flourished diatribe about how the largeness of his head didn’t suit his shoulder, and how he should really do something about it.) The Pride, however, had interrupted her to call her a crummy little girl who should keep her mouth shut. Then he tried to kick her. Kick her! How dare he! So naturally she’d stabbed him in the side with the knife she kept strapped to her thigh. The fight had ended with three (3) stab wounds, one (1) missing patch of hair, one (1) black eye, several bruises, and two (2) broken fingers between them. She’d have gotten a good bite in too if his shitty little girlfriend hadn’t pulled her off him, sending her sliding away across the floor like one would cast a curling stone.

So when she saw the little rat, with his moist brown eyes and his simpering pink-tinged nose, she couldn’t help but make a bee-line to antagonize him further, as was her tradition whenever he dared breathe the same air she did. Eris marched over, the flapper-slit in her honey-gold dress flaring as her gait went from dainty girl to excited predator. The hair-pin her mother had insisted she wear today would double excellently as a surprise stabbing instrument, since the guards, who knew her well at this point, made it a routine to confiscate all her weapons before letting her into The Prince’s castle. She only had one left now, and she wanted to keep that one as a backup, just in case she needed a surprise.

When the sniveling pile of flesh which called itself a man fixed his eyes upon her, she savored the cycle of expressions that flashed across his face. Anger, frustration, fear, calculation. As she crossed the floor, he slowly lowered his wine glass, leaning towards the fine-boned lust demon beside him with utmost care, as if keeping still would prevent her from seeing him. She wiggled her fingers in a cute little wave, baring her teeth in a ferretous grin.

Before she could near, he rose, beau in arm, and retreated, leaving behind the snacks he’d been enjoying with his mistress’s company, including the wine. Eris approached the table, scanning for his pallid little toad face. Yes, he was still watching her between the other demons thronging and dancing, about twenty feet away. Hesitance in his eyes. He didn’t want to fight--to be made a fool of--but it was obvious he didn’t know what to do. Eris felt her grin creep further under her eyes as she settled down in his still warm seat. Her pale yellow slippers didn’t make the satisfying thunk that boots would on the table as she made herself comfortable, sipping from his still half full glass, her hazel gaze laser focused on the demon’s now dismayed expression. Her tongue flicked out momentarily to catch a stray bead of wine as it raced towards the corner of her mouth.

Don’t run off like that,"A voice from her left drew her attention away from her prey. Solomon, looking disheveled and grumpy, stood with his arms crossed. “I’m supposed to be baby-sitting you, you’re supposed to behave.

Eris’s grin quickly dropped into a cold scowl. “
I am not a baby, and I don’t need sitting,” she snapped. Solomon’s eyes widened slightly as she stood, though she was still a full head shorter than he, but his aura of sleepiness had little effect on the anger suddenly reaching a boiling point under her skin. She could feel his aura heighten, and she swayed slightly as it washed through her head, turning her thoughts to static, but quickly the teeth which gnashed perpetually within her mind had chewed it to dust. “If you think you’d like to talk to me like that,” she snapped, grabbing the back of the chair to step up onto it so she could loom over the sloth demon, “let me rearrange that mouth of yours for you.

Solomon’s eyes narrowed slightly. “
I don’t have time for this,” he growled back, lifting a hand. “Do whatever you want. I don’t need your money that bad.

Eris scoffed low in her throat, watching the demon slouch off. Typical sloth demon. There were only a few of them she could tolerate. They were always so bossy… Better to be free of his annoying presence.

I’ll be taking this back, if you don’t mind.” Eris whipped around, still standing on the chair, just in time to see that sorry excuse for a demon grab the chair out from under her, causing her to tumble to the ground, landing hard on her rear.

Bastard,” she snarled, clambering gingerly back to her feet despite the new twinge in her spine. The other demon held the chair out between them, as if she was a particularly small lion to be tamed. “I’ll...you…” she tried to threaten, but being so suddenly unseated had interrupted her thoughts, and nothing adequately scary and clever came to mind.

Try anything and Missy will call the guards on you,” the demon snapped, looking smug.

Eris evaluated this for a moment. If she was going to do something to him, it’d be best to wait until there was less time until the end of the gala, in case she was kicked out. And anyway, right now there was a rather large chair between them, and she was fresh out of threats. Maybe it would be better to lie in wait to get a better revenge a little later.

Watch your back, rat,” she snapped, whirling around and marching off, ignoring the other demons who stared at her, bewildered or amused.

She stewed the rest of the evening, and deep into the next day, before formulating the best idea she’d ever had. She could get away with it too, as long as it didn’t seem like she was targeting him. A quick sneak into his room (the registry was always too easy to steal, and it had every demon and their room number listed right on it) while he was gone would be enough. She stepped over the piles of clothes on the floor, striding across the room to the wide window that looked out on the courtyard. Obviously he knew someone who knew someone, since he had a nice room instead of one of the closets most demons stayed in for these four days. And he was too much of a fool to add an extra lock or two to his door when he was gone. So she lit his drapes on fire. They burned so nicely. Who knew what else would be in flame by the time he got back~

Thus began a happy little spree of chaos, as she darted down the hall, finding unlocked rooms and picking what locks she could to set more furnishing alight, picking particularly opulent rooms. Even if she didn’t know the demons who resided here, she probably hated them, and that was good enough.

Unfortunately for her, however, the good thing didn’t last long, and soon enough, she noticed a shadow dogging her down the hall. The shadow became another, and then a guard standing at the far end of the hall. A brave attempt to jump through the window of the next room she burst into was met with firm hands grabbing her arms.

Bastards!” she screamed, writhing wildly. “Put me down! I haven’t done anything wrong!” They did not put her down. One had each arm, and one was holding firmly to her left leg. It didn’t dissuade her from fighting, though, aiming for noses with her one free foot. By the time they carried her out into the main hall, she had half twisted herself around, and managed to sink her teeth into the guard holding her right arm. He cried out, and she managed to twist herself out of his grip, fumbling quickly with her now free hand to grab the knife at her thigh. The gentleman to her left got a blade deep in his bicep as she tried to squirm out of his grip.

Unfortunately for her, at this moment the final guard had decided to grab her other ankle as well, and she swung back, bumping the back of her head against the guard’s shins. Before she could swing her blade at him, she earned herself a good kick in the back of the head, leaving her dazed enough for the bitten guard to grab her knife hand and squeeze her wrist until she couldn’t keep her grip any longer. She snarled as the blade clattered to the ground.

I’ll kill your mother,” she howled at no one in particular as the bitten guard put her in a careful headlock. “I’ll use her hamstrings to strangle you!

Any further threats or insults, however, were halted by her newfound inability to take a full breath. She was carried, still struggling weakly, through the halls. “
Have fun in there, squirmy little bitch,” the guard still holding her ankles growled as he opened the door and tossed her inside. She skidded across the carpeted floor before flopping on her back next to the leg of a table, panting hard, blind to her surroundings except for the door. Immediately, she was back on her feet, dizzily darting for it, but somehow...it was gone?

Mid-rage, Eris hesitated, shoulders slumping slightly as she looked around, her expression slowly blossoming into something puzzled. Where in hell was she?

Thankfully, her eyes quickly settled on a familiar face, belonging to a body stretched luxuriously across a couch. She took a few wobbling steps towards the familiar sloth demon. “
Valamir?” she asked slowly, ignoring every other demon in the place, though she cast a quick glare at the tall one leaned beside him, daring him to try anything. “What are you doing here?” Eris unsteadily sat down on the ground next to his sofa. If Val was here, well, things couldn’t be that bad. Ignoring all the other strangers currently in the room, of course.

He smiled back at her. "
I am not sure exactly why we're getting thrown in here," he said lazily. "I thought I was being taken to dear old Princey since I put his guards under my influence," he chuckled. "It was a lot of fun. Reminds me when I brought Devin down a peg for you. What are you doing here? Where is your slothy?"

Eris pouted. “
He was useless, he went off to sulk yesterday,” she said. “I was just minding my own business when some stupid guards chased me down and attacked me.” Despite the strangeness of the situation, the lack of immediate aggressors and the presence of a sloth demon that she could actually tolerate was calming her down somewhat.