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Chikyū

*Grunts* *Stares* "What?"

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a character in “Equipoise”, as played by Polarisbear12

Description

Chikyu




Theme
Monster|Skillet



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GENERAL INFORMATION

♠Race
Superior Demon
♠Rank
Demon Prince of Earth
♠Affiliation
3rd, 5th, 8th Circles||Wrath and Gluttony||Satan Azrael
♠ Gender
Male
♠ Nickname(s)/Alias (es)
Earth King||Big Brother||The Third Pillar||Ultimate Fist
♠ Age
645||Looks to be in his early twenties
♠ Love Interest
None



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APPEARANCE


♠Height
6’7
♠Weight
164
♠Build
Slender||Lean
♠Hair Color
Overall his hair color is black with a white front
♠Eye Color
Cold Blue-Green
♠Scars/Tattoos/Piercings
Being a demon and a Prince at that, Chikyu bears many scars on his body. One of the most notable ones being a large scar on his chest from a fight he had with the Prince of Fire.
♠Description
Chikyu is not per say the exact idea of what one might call a demon or a Prince of Earth at that. Standing at an incredibly tall height very few have been able to beat him height wise. Spiky black hair adorns the top of his head with long bangs that add a splash of white to his otherwise black hair. The style in which Chikyu’s hair is cut is a bit odd with the back being extremely short and spiky while the front gradually grows in length until a few strands of white reach just past his shoulders. His bangs brush the tops of cold blue-green eyes that appear to look right into the contents of your soul. And their glare will supposedly send chills down your spine if you have one that is. Not pale in color but not overly dark, Chikyu sports an even tanned skin tone. To some Chikyu is what they call a punk styled young man, he often wears a scowl on his face.
♠Preferred Clothing
Chikyu usually wears clothes one would expect of a man his age. With most of his attire being different shades of black, gray and the odd white one would think Chikyu was going to a funeral every single day of his current life. Most of his clothes have small random tears or chains here and there since overall his style is very punk. His spiritual power seal takes on the form of black choker that has a few chains that loop around it.




MENTALITY


♠Oddities
Licking||He has the habit of licking his lips whenever he sees a person who is of interest to him. a habit he picked up from Satan when he was younger.
Growling||Chikyu will without a doubt growl at whoever irritates him or simply as a warning to back off
Possessive||Yes Chikyu is quite possessive of certain things especially his food and people often regarding people as objects or property.
Food||As afore mentioned, Chikyu loves to eat hence one of his sins is Gluttony. However what he calls food isn’t always in the normal sense, it can range from actual food to other lesser demons or even humans and angels.
♠Skills
Earth Manipulation|| As his title states Chikyu is able to manipulate the ground. One way of doing so is by banging his fists into the ground capable of creating large tremors and earthquakes and is able to control the earth we walk on to an extent. Being a Superior Demon and a Prince at that, Chikyū naturally possesses strength far above the average human being. The exact amount of strength he possesses is unknown, due to how little he is allowed in combat since he often destroys everything around him very easily. His powers include but are not limited to small tremors caused by his flaring rage to miniature earthquakes generated by his fists slamming into the ground. However due to him focusing mainly on his hand-to-hand combat abilities, he isn't all that great in manipulating but becomes a bit more advance upon his Transformation.
Hand-To-Hand Combatant||Unlike the other Princes, Chikyu prefers to fight one on one with his opponent and dislikes having to rely on magic or some sort of weaponry to aid him in battle. And because of this Chikyu has become quite the adversary when it comes to hand to hand combat where more often than not Chikyu comes out on top. This is mainly due to his abnormal strength even for a Prince, hence the name Ultimate Fist; Chikyu is probably the strongest by physical strength out of the three Princes, while he is the weakest in magic.
Transformation||Being the few Superior Demons who have a second form, Chikyu usually only transforms when he is in need of more power or he uses too much of his spiritual power. When he does the white in his hair covers the entirety of his once black hair and a small horn protrudes from the middle of his forehead. And his bangs grow a bit longer while the rest of it loses its spikiness. However keeping this form for an extended period of time often results in his transformation going beyond that or simple differences to his entire appearance changing to one of a more animalistic nature. The only change in his power when he transforms is he grows considerably stronger but its kept sealed whenever he goes to the human world. This form is separate from him taking on a humanoid appearance when in the human world.
♠Likes
Earth||Solitude||A Good Fight||Food||Satan’s Daughter||Inferno||Alcohol
♠Dislikes
Water||The Cold|||Prince of Fire||Those who oppose Satan and his beliefs||Sweets||Weapons
♠Hobbies
Martial Arts||Due to his every growing knowledge and refusal of weapons use, Chikyu has made his learning various fighting styles a hobby of his
Planting||Surprisingly enough despite his tough demeanor, Chikyu actually enjoys planting flowers and has one of the best green houses in Inferno but then again he’s probably about the only demon whose home is relatively pretty.
♠Phobia(s)
Aquaphobia||Autophobia||Frigophobia
♠Sexuality
Heterosexual
♠Personality
Overall Chikyu is calm and collected but in truth it’s all a façade. Under his calm demeanor a monster lies in wait for the moment when someone manages to anger him and earn his wrath. Despite his tough demeanor, Chikyu is actually very loyal to those he has close ties with and one of those people is Satan. Chikyu holds his power in a rather high regard and can sometimes be brash in that manner. Keeping up a cold front, it’s hard to get past the hard shell he has erected about him.

Unlike those previous to his title, Chikyu is well aware of his position of Prince and doesn’t care to fling it around to get what he wants. He prefers to do things himself unless it’s meaningless in his eyes. At times he can be playful and is constantly craving food. Some even think it was a mistake for Chikyu to have the title of Prince since he acts more like a lesser demon then a superior one. This is thanks to his possessiveness of his food and those close to him. Chikyu will go into an uproar which is not at all good if someone were to mess with his food and it’s even worse if they were to hurt those close to him.



BACKGROUND

♠Relationship Status
Single
♠Family
Father||Izaek||Alive||Mother||Dyte||Deceased
♠Personal History
Raised by his father to be a fighter, Chikyu grew up in the very district he governs, the 3rd circle. His family was very tightknit and his father made sure that his son knew that family and friends was more important than anything else in the world. Which is something most demons found strange and therefore they treated Chikyu and his family differently, like lesser demons thanks to Chikyu’s overall animal-like behavior. Very few people supported him being named the Prince of Earth; soon after receiving his title an assassin came in the middle of the night his target being Chikyu. However his mother, Dyte came upon said assassin and was killed. Hearing his mother’s screams Chikyu and his father rushed to her aid and saw the assassin get away. Chikyu went after the assassin and killed him once catching up with him. And it is for this reason that Chikyu and his father have a strained relationship. Izaek blames his son for the death of his wife but he won’t go back on his principles and gives Chikyu advice every now and then.


One thing that often surprises others is the fact that he is quite familiar with Satan Azrael or at least before he was given the title. Azrael served as a sort of mentor to Chikyu and acted more like a father to him after his mothers death. Hence why Chikyu is so loyal to the older demon and its because Azrael is Satan that Chikyu even competed to win the title of The Demon Prince of Earth. You see it was during one of Chikyu's moments where he would go feral on those around him. That day was different as he nearly attack Azrael but of course being younger and not as powerful as his Title would have granted him years later, Chikyu ended the day with a good beating and some yummy food in his belly. Azrael took him home to his parents voicing his curiosity in a group of Superior Demons who still stayed together as a family. Of course Chikyu's father treated him like any other Superior Demon who had asked that same question. Afterwards Azrael chose not to be a bother about it and with Chikyu's mothers encouragement took Chikyu under his wing and became his mentor.

However not everything was all fine and dandy especially when he first met the Prince of Fire. Having watched the duel between the other Prince and his old mentor, Chikyu was disgusted by the tactic Vincent had used. A few days after Vincent got situated in his new offices, Chikyu confronted him about the whole thing. Of course since the Prince of Fire was an avid weapons user something the demon really had a hatred only added fuel to the fire that was his rage. Chikyu in that moment challenged the Prince to a duel and the two fought it out. They caused quite a bit of havoc within Inferno so much that Satan himself stepped in a ended the fight by showing the pair why he had been given the title of Satan. After that Chikyu held a newfound respect for his mentor and leader but still harbors a deep hatred for the Prince of Fire.




OTHER

♠Familiar
Chikyu has only one familiar by the name of Golem, who is by his name a golem made entirely of earthly materials. A considerably large creature Golem is rarely called upon due to his massive size but there have been times where Chikyu is able to lessen his size to something more agreeable.
Weapon
Chikyu dislikes weapons so he carries none.



So begins...

Chikyū's Story

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Character Portrait: Ryuu Shosuke Character Portrait: Chikyū Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Seraphim Ammiel Character Portrait: Levien Phrixus Character Portrait: Felspar Tera'le Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Aura Thorne Character Portrait: Salem Aritos Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Marius Raguel Character Portrait: Nathaniel K Jenova Character Portrait: Cerbin "Cerberus" Hiberion Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Evangline DeCaprio Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Character Portrait: Chikyū Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Satan Azrael


There was a certain man who sat on his throne, with his back slouched and an incredibly bored face that held a faint smirk on the corners of his lips. The way he sat on the throne gave off the idea that he was an arrogant and cocky bastard who owned the whole place. The first part was untrue of course but the latter couldn’t be further from it. You see the man, no the demon, who sat on the throne was none other than Azrael, a Superior Demon who was now Satan of the world he lived in that was known by many as Hell but by its inhabitants, Inferno.

Before him sat the Three Pillars of Hell, two of whom were Princes, who were currently at war with one another and a Princess, who was rather young and the first female in a very long time. Azrael rolled his eyes at his potential successors and couldn’t help but allow his thoughts to wonder to his daughter and the report he would be receiving towards the end of the day of her. He was glad his most trusted servant, Cerbin had agreed to watch over his daughter sixteen years ago but he feared the idea of her powers awakening especially at this point in age.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Azrael allowed his mind to wonder once again but this time deeper into the past. In his mind’s eye, he saw the woman he fell in love with. It surprised even him that he could have actually fallen in love; after all he represented the sin of Lust. She was quite the beautiful woman back then, with her long flowing locks that cascade down her small waist in silvery curls and those knowing green eyes that almost seemed to look right through you. When he first saw her eyes, a chill had gone down his back and once again even now a chill crept down his spine. His smirk exchanged itself for something akin to a smile but it was different than what most have seen. It was a loving smile unlike his others that showed his predatory cunning and lust. But now after all these years he was no longer the demon he once used to be.

He became more like a man who had settled down permentantly with his family, thinking this Azrael snorted. I have no family, my wife is presumed dead and my daughter is beyond my reach. shaking his head to rid himself of such thoughts, Azrael straighten a bit in his seat and cleared his throat to gain the attention of his Princes. However two of them were focused on bettering the other in a war of words while the youngest simply sat like her sin described itself as. Rolling his eyes, Azrael cleared his throat again but once again was ignored. Now it was starting to get to him as he glared at the pair who continued to ignore their king. “Enough! By that is tainted, enough with your arguments. There are things that need to be discussed.”

This seemed to have caught their attention and a cruel smile formed on his lips. “Good, now onto the topic at hand. The rifts have opened after nearly 500 hundred years of them being sealed by that damn woman those angels call a Goddess. It seems the lesser demons are being summoned once more by the humans again and they are getting caught up in their wars. Not that it matters much to seeing as they are merely lesser demons but a few have gotten loose form their tamers and before they make things worse between us. I would think one of you three would have sent someone to catch them and bring them back. But I guess I have to do everything on my own.”

His short speech now being over, he looked at the Princes awaiting their own reports from their Circles. Knowing his mentee, Chikyu probably had things under control. Just as his appearance spoke of himself, his actions added back up to his rough looks. The younger demon was quite the savage when it came to dealing with those who didn’t follow his orders but unlike those who held the title in previous years. Chikyu didn’t flaunt it to get what he wanted, something that Azrael very much appreciated but that also meant that Chikyu often took matters into his own hands and punish those who went against his however he pleased. He rubbed the bridge of his nose again as an oncoming headache began to form. He took a sip from the wine that was set on a table beside his throne and he felt like he was forgetting something, something that hung at the back of his mind, almost like a nagging mother. Azrael simply pushed it back and ignored it. Little did he know the source of his power, the Relic, was giving him a warning. A warning that meant in the next few days everything he had done to make sure his daughter released her power under the guidance of her guardian was all for naught.

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Character Portrait: Chikyū Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol

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Bavol



I wonder how long Mister Satan plans to keep us here. I don‘t really enjoy being kept in one place for long… not whilst still being awake at least. I can‘t complain can I? Not without feeling his wrath most likely. I suppose a nap is most definitely out of the question…

The young girl sat obediently though her thoughts were elsewhere. With an ever-so-common lethargic slump in her slight stature her eyes were clearly struggling to keep awake whilst she attempted rather feebly to focus on the looming figure in front of her - that figure of course being Satan; their leader and ruler of Inferno who had summoned the three demons before him presently. With the faintest motioning of her shoulders her long frozen mane of white layers of hair flowed effortlessly downwards to the tips of her waist and beyond, clinging to her sides like a winter blanket and delicately tickling the open areas of flesh that she allowed to be shown and causing the young demon to smile quietly to herself.

The young demon in question of course was Bavol; The Princess of Air. Unlike many before her, she was the first female to hold a title in a very long time. And even more surprising the demon from whom she had obtained the title from was no other than her very own father - the former Prince of Air - Io.

Beside Bavol sat the other two princes; The Prince of Earth and The Prince of Fire. The pair never seemed to see eye to eye nor did it feel as if they ever wished to make peace between themselves. The curious female could not help but wonder as to why the two demons always acted this way. Intriguingly it was as if the two males never tired from their arguing. However regardless of their relentless quarreling Bavol sat almost oblivious to the entire thing - her mind trailing around elsewhere as usual and unaffected by all of that which took place round about her in the actual world.

I wonder how Yeu is amusing himself. I cannot imagine this is any more enjoyable for him than it is for myself. Pity. I so truly wanted to cause mischief today. Of all days, especially today. I had a special plan set out and everything… it would have been fun to just relax for once, me and Yeu. He really needs to chill out more - Oh the joys of seeing such a sight!

Bavol gave a slight pout in response to her thoughts, carefully tapping playfully at her chin as a gradual smile crept onto her pale face. Though being one of the Three Pillars of Hell she acted like any other juvenile demon and such behaviour often caused some to question her role as the Princess of Air. Upon hearing Satan clearing his throat twice - a bid no doubt to gain the three demons attentions - the young demon raised her weakened eyes slightly to gaze at their leader.

I‘m beginning to wonder what this is all about. Are we being punished? Ooh, perhaps rewarded instead. We have been good Princes and Princess, have we not? Well... that could be a tricky question.

A moment later Satan spoke, “Good, now onto the topic at hand. The rifts have opened after nearly 500 hundred years of them being sealed by that damn woman those angels call a Goddess. It seems the lesser demons are being summoned once more by the humans again and they are getting caught up in their wars. Not that it matters much to seeing as they are merely lesser demons but a few have gotten loose form their tamers and before they make things worse between us. I would think one of you three would have sent someone to catch them and bring them back. But I guess I have to do everything on my own.”

The rifts are opened… after almost 500 years it has finally happened? No wonder Mister Satan brought us here.

Bavol thought quietly to herself as she keenly listened to what the elder demon had to say. Of course it began to feel more like a slight telling-off than anything else towards the end of his short speech - the young demon unable to suppress the displeasured pout that curved on her lips.

”I‘m sorry Satan.” She said politely though without much thought at first - an attempt at an apology to their leader without actually meaning to voice it. Then again such a thing was expected from Bavol, out of the three demons at least. The girl slowly glanced over to the two princes whilst her voice grew faint, awaiting for either of them to speak up.

A moment later she continued, ”Well I can safely assure that nothing new has arisen within my circles. Everything is ship-shape, as they say. I put it all down to my faithful subordinate Yeu, he does his job ever so well~” The girl giggled in a rather joyfully manner as an evident sense of pride hung on her every word when mentioning her loyal follower; Yeuri.

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Character Portrait: Chikyū Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Yeuri





Yeu sat rather patiently beside his master, really not paying any attention to those around him. He sat with one leg rested on the platform right below him, the other allowed to bend and settle fully on the ground. He was more focused on cleaning the small blade he always kept on him. It was a pleasant nuisance, really, the way it seemed to dull because of the amounts of dried blood sticking to the edge. A wicked smirk played along his lips as he ran his thumbnail along the crusted material, breaking it up and allowing little flecks of blood to drift down to the ground.

How many had it been the previous day with just this small weapon? Usually it was his faithful Twins that took the position of corrector, and yet he had still found time enough to use the smaller one as well. Some work just couldn’t be done by large means, especially if that work was meticulous and detailed. A wicked gleam sparked in his eyes as he reminisced of those who produced the corrupt substance that dulled his weapon.

However, quite often would Yeuri shift his attention first to Bavol, to ensure her comfort, and then to the two princes who bickered with one another. Their hatred towards one another was probably one of the most entertaining things to be experienced, ranked up in his list of enjoyment beside death and mischief. It was truly amazing the things they found to snarl and snap at each other over, and Yukon had to admit, he found a twisted pleasure in observing it. But that was only to be expected, what with the destructive seed that flourished within him.

Yukon, having thus since cleaned his blade during his observations, brought his thumb to his lips and ran his tongue along the nail to dispose of the dried blood flecked there. The familiar metallic taste met his senses, and he smirked with satisfaction, soon pocketing the blade and leaning back on his hands to observe the Ruler of Inferno with lazy, uncaring eyes.

The man truly was a piece of work- his attitude, his attire, his body language. Had he not called them here to discuss matters? Yet, he merely sat upon his throne and occasionally glanced at them, as if they actually had the time to waste on him.

’I could be pinning the writhing bodies of the disobedient underneath the heel of my boot, ready to part flesh with the cold sting of metal and watch their life’s liquid pool because of my hand, watch it drip and stain their skin, see it roll desperately to please me, and all the while they whimper and beg for their sorry hides. Beg for mercy which I will never give them.... But instead I’m stuck here at the beck and call of our Satan, probably whining about something or other and blaming Bavol for that which she had no part of.’

At his thought's mention of Bavol, his gaze once more shifted to her form. She seemed bored, much like he was at the moment, and he so wished to dispel such an annoying plague from both of their minds. If Satan didn’t speak up soon, Yeuri might actually risk his own life to get this show on the road.

However, he did not need to, as soon Azrael snapped at both Princes, causing them both to cease in their verbal abuses. He must have gotten tired of them. ’Pity, I don’t understand how one could tire of such assault.’ A subtle frown almost made its way to his features as he thought on the complication, but as always, he kept up that lazy smirk of his, though his eyes were sharp and keen.

Finally getting to the point, Satan began to inform them of just why they were here. ”The rifts have opened after nearly five-hundred years of them being sealed," Yeu merely snorted derogatively, ’Bound to happen sometime.’

”It seems the lesser demons are being summoned once more by the humans, and they are getting caught up in their wars,” Yeu’s attention shifted up a notch at the mention of the lesser demons causing havoc, and he sat up from his previously reclined position. He tapped his fingers against his knee, waiting eagerly for the point to come across.

”Not that it matters much, seeing as they are merely lesser demons, but a few have gotten loose from their tamers…” ’Big shock there.’

”…And before they make things worse between us I would think one of you three would have sent someone to catch them and bring them back. But I guess I have to do everything on my own.”

Yeuri found the update rather lacking, ending with Satan’s derogative tone towards the three pillars. Irritation flared internally within Yukon, he didn’t think it proper to blame any of the three, especially Bavol, when it was the man’s own fault that things were so bad between the worlds. As to his comment about getting things done himself and thus insinuating he go to Earth, Yeu couldn’t help a cruel grin from appearing upon his lips. ’Well, that seems right up your alley, what with all the mischief you’ve stirred up already.’

Despite Yeu’s somewhat harsh observations of the man, in all honesty, he didn’t mind the current Satan, as it meant his life remained unchanged. The only thing that caused him to follow this mindset was when it did interrupt his daily routine, and especially if Bavol was concerned.

”I‘m sorry Satan.” At the soft voice of his master, Yeu’s attention immediately snapped towards her. However, after processing her words, a soft ‘tch’ parted his lips. It was like Bavol to do that, but she shouldn’t have even bothered. By saying that, it was like she was admitting she had done wrong and deserved the wrath and down-talk from Azrael, when it was more than clear that was not the case.

She went quiet, and Yeu tilted his head to glance over the two princes, expecting them to say something as well. However, when that did not happen immediately, Bavol spoke up once more, ”Well I can safely assure that nothing new has arisen within my circles. Everything is ship-shape, as they say. I put it all down to my faithful subordinate Yeu, he does his job ever so well~” Despite the obvious praise and pleasure within his master’s voice, Yukon’s face did not change into that of a grin to display his reaction towards such words, nor did he shift his posture. However, as attention was bound to be drawn to him, his lips pressed into a dark, challenging smirk, and his eyes narrowed harshly at those who glanced at him, daring them to question the truth of her words.

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Character Portrait: Chikyū Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Chikyu


As always Chikyu did his best to ignore the demon across from him, of course being one of little patience, at least towards him anyways, Chikyu had trouble focusing on his mentor. The great Satan of Inferno, it was only because of Azrael that he had yet to kill the Prince of Fire. However his patience soon ran out and he snapped at the other Prince after a while the two had gotten into a heated debate trying to belittle the other to the point Chikyu had forgotten what it was he had snapped at him for.

Not that it mattered really, soon enough he felt the atmosphere in the room change but took little notice of it. That is until Satan yelled at them to quiet down which was accompanied by a glare. Chikyu flinched in way that it was almost unnoticeable if you weren’t paying close attention to him. Glancing down, the Prince of Earth sat back in his seat and looked back up just in time to see the cruel smile on Satan’s lips. A smile pinched the corners of his lips at the sight, to think he’d find it amusing to see us stop in fear after bickering. Shaking his head, Chikyu leaned forwards to make it seem more like he was listening.

Listening to his short speech, Chikyu couldn’t help but let his mind wonder a bit about what the human world was like. Never having gone himself, seeing as all the rifts had been closed for the majority of his life, he had been too young when they were open. Not that he really cared for visiting such a place. Bringing his attention back to the matter at hand he thought back on what had happened the past while since his last report to Satan concerning his Circles. Nothing eventful happened since then but the news on lesser demons running rampant wasn’t anything new and he unlike his mentor, Chikyu didn’t really care much for the human world but he respected his mentor’s ideals.

Releasing a sigh, Chikyu turned his attention to the youngest of the Three Pillars who spoke up with an apology. Raising his brow he never expected her to say such a thing as it wasn’t really something a Prince or a Princess did when around Satan. Then again who was he to say, he had very little interaction with the girl demon and considering the Sins she represented he didn’t really feel like getting to know her. This was further proved by the fact that, from she herself just said, she lets her subordinate do all the work.

Pfft what a lazy woman, I hardly ever leave Astaroth to deal with things, knowing him, he’ll probably take things to the extreme more so than I would. And while on the topic of subordinates, Chikyu looked over at the Princess of Air’s right hand man, or demon really, I believe it started with a Y, something complicated maybe. The demon held a challenging smirk on his lips, something that irked Chikyu to a degree. So in return he sent a cold glare at the younger demon before returning his gaze to rest upon his leader.

“Mm that’s good to hear Princess, that you leave important matters to your subordinate. Anyhow very little has happened within my Circles and when something did occur I took dealt with it personally.” After saying this he glanced over at the Princess of Air before continuing. “I’ll make sure to send someone to round up those ugly little bastards so no need to take it upon yourself to deal with it. That’s what we’re here for correct?” The question was one that needn’t be answered and Satan knew this so he merely sent a nod of acknowledgement towards him.

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Character Portrait: Chikyū Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Judging by the casual air hanging over this meeting, seats set before the throne while the one on it allowed himself to be lost in thought, Astaroth doubted anything of interest was going to be coming to light this day. As it was safe enough to say that he would not be addressed directly, and the idea of cramming into a seat next to everyone else was particularly unpleasant, Astaroth stayed standing a few paces behind the seating arrangement. Hanging from his neck, a living scarf of black and white, his python-like familiar Iaculus provided him vague entertainment in the irritating wait for Azrael to speak. He was counting the passing time based on the number of times that the snakes black tongue flicked out of its mouth, 172…173…, when finally the man spilled his words.

Mention of the rifts piqued his attention, and for a time he actually bothered resting his muddy eyes on Azrael, but as the true reason for this meeting was revealed, Astaroth let his eyes wander once more to find something of greater interest. The frustration he felt was expressed in a breath louder than his normal, but nothing loud enough to draw attention from anyone but his snake companion. The strongest demons of Inferno have been summoned for pest control… Astaroth had no understanding of why it even mattered if a few petty demons were to trouble the humans. If they summoned them and could not control them, then they deserved whatever they got.

Paying the slightest bit of attention, in case things took a turn for the significant, Astaroth observed the Princess Bavol spilling words both humble and happy. She was odd, though nothing too irritating. Although it seemed that her treatment of her subordinate had fed pride into his mind – or so Astaroth thought from the man’s expressions and his earlier brandishing of a bloody weapon. Astaroth wondered if such treatment over enough time would end up inflating the man’s head to a point that he believed himself great and destroyed the one he served. Now that would be interesting.

Pacing slightly closer to where Chikyu sat, Astaroth cast aside thoughts of those who were of little consequence to him. The rulers could do as they wished, all that really held significance for him was the rifts. For sixteen years they had been spreading, since that child was born, and Astaroth was growing impatient of all this sitting around. He had expected the Satan to seize opportunities early and move to action, but of course he should not have expected so much. If things did not start to move soon, he would have to break ties and go on his own earlier than he had hoped. After all, the prophecy called and his brother was out there somewhere, waiting.

Running fingers over Iaculus’s smooth scales, Astaroth decided to have a bit more patience. It would be a nuisance to draw attention to himself too quickly. Now that he had considered it a bit more, he decided that this issue with lesser demons may not be a complete waste. At least they were considering in some degree dealing with Earth, and that was a start. Hopefully from there would come plans of more excursions into the neighbouring realm – maybe Azrael would even plan a battle strategy. A noise of mocking amusement was sounded aloud at the impossible thought.

Catching the tail end of Chikyu’s words to the Princess and seeing the Satan approve, Astaroth was relieved by the hope that this dull meeting would hopefully be over soon.

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Character Portrait: Chikyū Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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((GAH wrong place apologies))

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Vincent Price


In the war of words between politicians there was a tipping point where the conversation no longer became simple argument, but a heated debate, as if Inferno was not already hot enough, it seemed to increase in temperature as a not so quiet argument took place between rivals Chikyu and Vincent. This was a typical occurrence with every meeting that it would be seen as impolite to start trying to seriously maim one another. So both parties settled with trying to injure pride and cripple patience. A smirk lined Vincent's mouth as he hurled a particularly barbed insult at the supposedly unshakeable opponent. However, even the largest of rocks can cracked if hit precisely first, as Vincent observed with barely veiled amusement as Chikyu growled out an response of his own, followed by a triad of insults of his own. Presently, it seemed that Vincent absent-mindedness had come into play as the debate continued right in front of the demon who had called the meeting.


His eyes widened as an oppressive darkness curled around his throat in an invisible grip, silencing his voice as Azrael ordered for silence. His mouth immediately shut as he repressed a shutter as the man he called his lord formed a smile on his face. Sitting up on his own chair as his eyes blinked as his mind attempted to process the information given to it. It was alarming news to say the least, the rift reopening could be the least of Inferno's worries. It was even more concerning that lesser demons were able to free their leashes from the collars of the so-called Tamers. Adjusting his glasses as he heard himself be scolded like a destructive puppy who had chewed on its owners' prized shoes. Although, the most dog-like of the three Princes was Chikyu, so the analogy would fit him perfectly. Pushing aside the analogy, he mentally recollected any reports of lessor demons slipping from his sight.


Glancing towards his fellow Princes..well Princess as even the sloth-like girl stirred from her sleep to trill out a humble apology and reassure with sugary words that everything was perfect in her own Circles. Even throwing a word of praise toward, who was now seemed to now take it upon himself to glare daggers at anyone who dared challenge the word of his Mistress.As the piercing glare reached Vincent who merely rolled his eyes at the over-protective bodyguard. An audible sigh escaped Vincent as he listened to Chikyu promise to make sure that Satan would not even have to lift a finger in the recapturing of the lesser demons. Running a hand through his hair as he cleared his throat "That is all fine and dandy Chikyu, please do everyone proud and send some of your dogs after an unknown group of lesser demons to bring your eternally strong fists down upon..". His words dripped with sarcasm at the end before speaking once again "I propose a less-risky mode of recapture, we will each send scouts to collect data on said lesser demons and then formulate a plan to reduce the risk of severely injuring the escapees as well as our own men. Besides, it's not any fun punishing others if they are dead..".


Placing his fingers to his lips as a shrill whistle came through his fingers an excited yelp responded as a massive silver-coated Jackal sped around the corner of his Master's throne before planting himself before the chair, an almost statuesque creature were it not for the furious wagging of the creature's tail. Descending his own seat with impeccable elegance as Vincent fondly ran his fingers over the rings piercing the Jackal's large ears before bowing to Satan "I offer up Jackal as my contribution to this little search party. While I can assist in endeavor through my network of spies within my own Circles. Although I doubt it is lesser demons from my own Circle, a majority of those imbeciles would sell out one another to satisfy their lust for gold. Although I suppose Greed, is the least of our worries if we have men falling asleep on the job or ripping apart a suspect." His smirk returned as his words were clearly directed at the sleepy Princess and ill-tempered Prince. ~Pawns should have a will of their own..what does it matter if they to checkmate a knight~ Vincent thought as he rubbed a silver ring on his finger, awaiting Satan's final word on his plan.

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Satan Azrael


He raised one brow at the Princess of Air’s apology, never in all his years has he ever heard a demon apologize. She is indeed one of a kind, that much I am sure of. The young demon’s behavior is quite odd really. And she suited her Sin’s quite nicely although so far he has only witnessed Sloth and he was curious as to what Envy was like. So she’s the type to leave it in the hands of her subordinates. I guess I won’t be able to rely on her in the late future.

He then turned his attention to said subordinate. The demon sent a challenging glare at those who sat in the room; Azrael dared him to send it his way, if he had a death wish that is. A smirk planted itself on his lips at how cocky Bavol’s subordinate was. It was Yeuri or something like that. Sitting up just a bit he decided to address the Princess’s words. “I see so you leave things to those around you to handle. I do hope this doesn’t become a problem later. And don’t think I didn’t notice your man, do make sure he is taught to know his place or I will” His words were cold and challenging yet they held a hint of tease in them.

Azrael was curious to what sort of reaction he would get from them, the both of them. It seemed Azrael wasn’t the only one to think a bit about the Princess’s words. Azrael tilted his head to the side slightly hearing his mentee’s words and couldn’t help but give him a silent bravado in his mind. His eye’s narrowed slightly at Chikyu’s question, seeing as it wasn’t really a question but more if a statement, Azrael sent a nod of acknowledgement his way.

His eye’s flickered towards Chikyu’s subordinate, Astaroth who made an odd sound. Sitting back, Azrael rested his cheek in his hand, looking down at the Three Pillars. A frown began to form on his lips once the Prince of Fire spoke his mind concerning what Chikyu had said. The demon’s idea was indeed better suited to the task at hand however he showed a bit too much concern for the lesser demons. “I care little for the lives of lesser demon’s Prince of Fire. They are nothing but animals only capable of destroying everything around them so there won’t be much point in trying to handle them carefully to avoid injuring them. They’re more likely to harm your men then you are to them.” He said with a matter of fact tone, his last few words were somewhat amusing. They showed a bit of his true character but he cared little for that.

The Prince of Fire brought his fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle. In response to his whistle came a yelp of excitement and within moments a hound came running to plant itself at his master’s side. The creature was quite the sight however the wagging of his tail did little to help his image. Azrael rested his eyes on the Prince of Fire as he rose from his seat to run his hands across his familiar’s body before bowing down to him. His offer was quite nice and he couldn’t help but smile as he knew what his last words meant. “So you’ll offer up your familiar then.” Turning his gaze to the others, “ “And what of you two, what will you do seeing as I approve of the Prince of Fire’s plan.”

Chikyu sent a glare Vincent’s way before looking back up at Satan. “That is a good question. Well I obviously can’t send my own Familiar as he is simply too large. Why don’t I send in one of my men? Astaroth, do you want to go? If not I wouldn’t mind going to check up on a few things.” He looked over at his subordinate then back over at Azrael. “That’s fine, I really don’t care which of you goes but you’ll be restricted in what it is you can and cannot do.” “I am aware of that but it really depends on my subordinates answer.”

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Bavol



At first Bavol sat rather bored with her eyes trailing around the dull scenery surrounding the demons, her attention on the matter at hand rapidly escaping to say the least. However upon hearing a voice interrupting her thoughts the young female slowly averted her eyes over towards the direction of Chikyu, and his subordinate Detritus, who from what she acknowledged had said something concerning her.

“Mm that’s good to hear Princess, that you leave important matters to your subordinate. Anyhow very little has happened within my Circles and when something did occur I took dealt with it personally.” He said and offered a mere glance to the girl. Bavol couldn’t quite tell if it was his words or stare that made her feel a little uneasy at that moment. The demons words were mocking, direct and evidently offered with intentions of causing a reaction.

What’s his problem? Why does he belittle me so?

Turning away briefly and offering nothing but silence in return Bavol sat somewhat anxiously as she perched on the edge of her seat. She hadn’t imagined how mentally straining it was to have to sit in the presence of Satan as well as the other two Princes. Whilst away with her thoughts once more the female could just vaguely hear some of what the other Prince had said.

He said something along the lines of, “…Although I suppose Greed, is the least of our worries if we have men falling asleep on the job or ripping apart a suspect."

Bavol pouted and narrowed her eyes just a tad. She could tell what he had meant and so desired to teach the ill-natured Prince a lesson or two though right now was not ideal. Not yet. Doing so would require effort which was in short supply just now, fortunately.

I‘m beginning to see why those two argue as often as they do. They‘re just as bad as each other only now it seems even I am not spared from their wickedness. How rude. Clearly the era of gentlemen is long since passed away.

Her legs had only just began to sway to a whimsical rhythm before coming to a steady halt as Satan then chose to voice his thoughts once more also to the demons. Uneasily her eyes focused on the higher up demon curiously to hear what he had to say to the young Princess. No doubt it wouldn’t be anything too heartfelt. Oh the joys of being a young Princess…

“I see so you leave things to those around you to handle. I do hope this doesn’t become a problem later. And don’t think I didn’t notice your man, do make sure he is taught to know his place or I will.” The grand demon said.

“My subordinate is my business! If one more demon talks ill of either him or myself once more I will not be as easily forgiving as I have been.” She said and slowly glanced over towards the two Princes. She had in every sense taken quite enough down talks from the pair of them for one meeting, and her kind nature was dwindling gradually as all could visibly see. Although Bavol was not quite as brave to stare so strongly and directly at Satan. She was not a complete idiot after all.

Satan continued with, “And what of you two, what will you do seeing as I approve of the Prince of Fire’s plan.”

”Ha! Satan you have no idea what sits before you, and to prove it I offer myself and, if he wants, Yeu to participate in this little adventure party!” The young girl declared with bold, though surprising confidence. ”After all I am the youngest here and have the most to prove. Surely you could not deny a young girl that, Satan?”

There’s no way I could possibly send Chi and Kaz up there on their own. Their not strong enough to manage without me and I don’t really want to send them anyway… Besides who‘s to say the humans aren‘t better company to that which I find myself in now?

Bavol turned her attention over to Yeu at that moment. Out of everyone there he was truly the only one to see any good in the girl and treat her with some respect and dignity. Which was more than could be said for the rest of the demons.

”What do you think Yeu, think it's worth it? Are you up for a little adventure with me?” A crafty smirk found it’s way onto her lips as a sneaky twinkle lit up in her eyes. However Bavol would not act without the trusty guidance of Yeu. Maybe the girl did tend to rely on him a little too much but with that said she would hardly change her habits so easily.

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Among so many words - so many boring words - there was at least one here that he could rely on for a fleeting bit of amusement. It was always at least faintly enjoyable to see how the Prince of Fire would try to work insult into his words to bring down Astaroth’s own Prince of Earth. He listened with more attention than offered to most as Vincent spoke in hopes of catching such entertaining sharp words. The plan to go to Earth brought a crooked smile to his face. Finally… A useful idea. This would be the perfect opportunity, but it would be imperative that he became one of those who went.

Astaroth now had to observe the words of Azrael with more care. It was important to hear if this plan would be accepted. Relief comes upon hearing that it was. Taking note from the reprieve Azrael gives to the Prince of Fire for speaking gently of lesser demons that they were allowed to use deadly force on the errant creatures, Astaroth was liking this opportunity more and more. Trying not to kill unmanageable and useless things was an irritating waste of time. Just killing them would be much more efficient and allow him to slip away to seek his brother. His smile grew wider. Perfect. Looking down on Iaculus, he gave him a stroke on the head and spoke with a look in his eyes how things were suddenly looking up.

When Azrael questioned Chikyu on who would be offered from his side into this mission, the suspenseful anticipation of what the answer might be washes Astaroth’s smile away and leaves him tensed. If Chikyu chose someone else or a creature to take up the task, then he would be forced to voice out his desire to go, and that may cause them to ask for a believable reason for his interest. That could be an unpleasant challenge… Worries were laid to rest when Chikyu asked him if he would like to be the one to go. He smiled once more and replied to Chikyu, “I’ll go. It will be a simple mission and surely you have more important matters to attend to back in the circles.” His gaze travels momentarily to Azrael as he speaks of restrictions. Very well… Having parameters to try and work around would make it that much more enjoyable. Simplicity is far too dull.

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Yeuri





From the attention the pair were receiving, Yeu couldn’t help but shake his head in the most subtle of manners with a crooked grin. They were so, so quick to overlook his Mistress. It was true that she left many a task to him, but he enjoyed it, and was more than eager to complete menial trifles for her. Besides, she shouldn’t have to be bothered with such foolishness. She had better things to do with her day.

His gaze was suddenly stolen by that of the Earth Prince, who sent him a frigid glare. Almost cheekily did Yukon respond, a quiet thrum in his vocals as he simply spared the man a rugged smirk and flashed a lazy wink in his general direction. Ah, he could care less about what the others thought about he or Bavol, as long as they didn’t get anywhere near her. In fact, the way they saw her now was exactly how he wanted it- other than the obvious disrespect- because in this way they did not expect her abilities in any shape or form. If they saw her as unimportant, that was fine by him, as it meant they would not be bothering her in any spectacular way.

“I see, so you leave things to those around you to handle. I do hope this doesn’t become a problem later. And don’t think I didn’t notice your man, do make sure he is taught to know his place or I will.” Despite the obvious complications of what Azrael had said, Yeu didn’t even blink as he was addressed. However, he wasn’t an imbecile, and when Satan finished his little note, Yeuri dipped his head to show subordination. However, his usual smirk was still plastered onto his lips.

Hypocrite.

He held his position for only a few moments before abandoning his gaze on Satan. A bored look tore across his features as Chikyu spoke up; his interest had already been dwindling to a small flicker before the man had decided to voice his opinion. As the words tumbled from the Pillar’s lips, Yeu’s gaze was already seeking out another muse.

He didn’t have to look far. Astaroth was, of course, close to the Earth Prince’s side. The man had been almost entirely silent during this whole exchange, doing little more than observing as Yeu himself was.

Content Neutrality was really the only thing that could aptly describe Yukon’s feelings towards the man- Neutrality only in the fact that both sides of his assumptions, good and bad, seemed to weigh equally, and Content because it wasn’t that important to get to know him other than calculating possible threats. Even at that, the man seemed comfortable enough in his current position- though that fact also made Yeuri wary of him.

While the gathering had rather turned into disappointment, both in the reasoning for it and the atmosphere surrounding it, Yukon did have to admit, it was a somewhat pleasant tangent from his normal routine to get to size up the hierarchy of hell, despite the fact he really did prefer to be elsewhere.

"I propose a less-risky mode of recapture….” Yeu’s focus snapped back to attention as Vincent proposed his own ideas. If ever the case, Yukon would certainly choose the First over the Third in any circumstance; Vincent seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and furthermore he had no subordinate that Yeu knew of. This fact alone only gave another layer to the puzzle-like mystery that was the Fire Prince- one that Yukon would love to tamper with to see exactly what made him tick.

However, the possibility of such a chance ever happening was almost laughable; he’d never have the time to bother with the man, nor was it a wise or probable idea to engage him without reason. Comparatively, Chikyu was pretty much an open book- his temper was obvious, and in such he tended to blurt out his thoughts, or that was how it seemed to be, anyway.

With the high pitched whistle that left the First Prince’s lips, Yeuri tilted his head up to watch the speeding form of a large jackal gallop to its master’s side. The creature was probably the main reason he took a liking to Vincent, as his own familiar was of the same species. Though, other than both familiars being jackals, the similarities ended rather abruptly there. The Prince’s had obvious size when compared to Gore, and there was also the difference in pelt color. Not to mention the Pillar’s jackal had so many stitches and wounds, it was quite unnerving to say the least.

As the Prince offered his companion for the job and downsized both Chikyu and Bavol, Yukon simply blinked and abandoned all thoughts on the man, soon turning back to look at Satan once more and see how he responded to the options presented.

Both were picked apart rather quickly, but in the end it seemed Vincent’s was the better choice. Yeu had little care for either, as long as a decision was made, and while Chikyu made point that he would send Astaroth if his subordinate decided to go, Yukon turned his gaze upon his own Mistress to see what she deemed was best.

”…I offer myself and, if he wants, Yeu to participate in this little adventure party!” He wasn’t surprised in the least to hear Bavol’s response, and a wicked smirk tugged at his lips. Sure, it was obvious the first reason why she wanted to go, but Yeuri knew her better than that, and he was more than eager to attend the job at her side.

As she turned her gaze to him, he met and returned it with a harsh, though good-natured grin. ”What do you think Yeu, is it worth it? Are you up for a little adventure with me?” The look in her eye only confirmed what he already knew, and he gave a short nod.

”If you go, I will remain at your side. Gore will keep watch of the circles and report anything amiss, to which will be dealt with on our return, should it please you to be so. There are also the others to reinforce your rules in the meantime.”

He looked forward to entering the realm of the humans with his Mistress at his side, and he knew that disposing of the Lessers was only one of the reasons to shift worlds. A lazy smirk and bright eyes accompanied his facials as he turned to eagerly see what Azrael had to say about it.

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Vincent Price



Boredom seemed to have entered Vincent's mind as his eyes glazed over as the declarations from his fellow Princes made, as well as instructions of who exactly would be joining the search party into the human world. Blinking lazily as the Princess declared her own being in the party with a shrill ”…I offer myself and, if he wants, Yeu to participate in this little adventure party!” and her silent underling merely consented with little protest. ~I doubt his little Princess would do much good in a combat situation anyway.. of course her little lapdog needs to assist~ Vincent thought with a smirk at the image of the prissy woman attempting to take charge of the expedition. As much as loathed the demon who would be ideally the best suited for a leader of the expedition, there truly was only one logical choice..Chikyu.

The demon was an arrogant, hot-headed, ridiculously brash and uncouth. Yet, there was a reason that Azrael kept him on a tight leash and within arms length, he knew how to get a job done in an efficient fashion with a few casualties as possible. Cocking his head to the side to rid himself of the tension in his neck, he merely nodded before declaring quietly "Well, if this is settled, I have my own little errand to run. Please send someone to notify myself when exactly this little search party is leaving for the human world, and I am sure Jackal would be most disappointed if he did not have any rabbits to chase after.." . Giving a deep bow toward the lord of Inferno and turning on his heel out of the throne room with a giddy Jackal loping after his Master with a undignified wagging of his tail.

The scent of dust began to fill the air as Vincent found himself in front an ancient looking door made of mahogany with a large crack in one of the panels. His tempered flared for a moment as he recalled the heartbreaking sound of wood cracking all those years ago when Chikyu came to 'protest' his appointment as the Demon Prince of Fire, the door was the first victim in his precious Library. A faint whine from Jackal snapped him out of his memories as he entered the door ever so gently applying pressure to the doors. The stiffness in his body that seemed attached to his title slowly began release as his shoulders sagged with a exhaustion one could get when dealing with morons. A content smile began to form on his face only vanish with a scowl as a resounding crash of metal echoed throughout the massive room.

Rounding the corner of one of the shelves, Vincent merely let out a sigh of irritation at the sight of one of his 'apprentices' on the floor scrambling in the hopes of hiding what was once a blade from a human legend. The metal seemed utterly lost to the world as it laid fragmented against the cold wood before it. A feminine whimper escaped the shaking figure's lips as it whispered " Please forgive my clumsiness sir, I was merely startled of the sound of the door opening". Removing the glasses from his face, Vincent cleaned them once with a cloth before placing them back..~Now what is this girl's name..Astrid..Amie..Anna?~. The girl dressed in a humble black dress and flats, her hair was a mousey brown in a messy bun. Ink stains dotted her fingers as it was one of duties of his assistants to transcribe the ancient writing that were around the place. "Never mind that..Astrid..there are other urgent matter I need for you to take care of.." Vincent said in a soothing voice as he sidestepped the mess and began walking toward the center of the room, past rows of sleeves lined with books. Astrid, followed silently, her face the expression of shock that her boss actually knew her name the sound of a bell ringing snapped her out of her trance.

Three similarly dressed women appeared from various directions of the library, nearly identical to the way of dress as Astrid aside from slight alterations in the clothing. The first was a smaller brunette in black heels who merely nodded at the silent command, none to stealthily glaring at Astrid. The second and third were twins, identical in everyday from their coal dresses to black flats, the only difference were the large bows forming a loose ponytail. Taking a seat behind his desk, Vincent merely pointed toward door of the Library "Red, see if you can do something about that unseemly crack in the entrance door. Silver, you are to stand and alert myself if anyone enters". A few moments of silence passed over as the twins nodded without a word. Now only two..well three if you count the sleeping Jackal by his Master's feet.

Leaning his face on his hands Vincent merely blinked at a flushing Astrid, with thousands of questions bubbling upon her lips. It seemed like the poor girl was about to explode as Vincent finally stood and leaned over the trembling girl "Now, why exactly were you handling that blade..my dear". The 'my dear' seemed to hint the threat of punishment..or a cat toying with a mouse.."Well sir, I". Her excuse was stopped by Vincent slammed his palms against the desk in frustration "Stop! I don't want to hear your excuses you stupid girl. Be grateful that was merely a replica and I know the reason you were startled." Astrid merely sat in the chair in front of the desk, wisely avoiding words to escalate the situation. Vincent merely leaned back against the desk muttering "Chikyu" under his breath..before throwing a pen and notebook towards the girl, who merely looked confused.

"You, my dear, as a punishment are going out to my Circles to collect information about any rumored escapes, plots, escapades etc about the human world. Now, go do this now before I change my mind.." Waving the girl away with a lazy hand, Vincent rolled his eyes at the silent implication that came with having four female assistants waiting on him hand and foot daily. It was a fair deal in his own mind, these women desired to have knowledge of the human world without having to leave the safety of Inferno through his books. A fair deal indeed, now the only question remained was of 'Who' broke out of Inferno. This would be a long work day..

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Character Portrait: Chikyū Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Akio Yamada Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Aura Thorne Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Cerbin "Cerberus" Hiberion Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Evangline DeCaprio Character Portrait: Yeuri Character Portrait: Julius King

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“My subordinate is my business! If one more demon talks ill of either him or myself once more I will not be as easily forgiving as I have been.”

Azrael’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the spirited reaction from the Princess. A wicked smile crept along his lips as his eyes narrowed holding a cold light in them. I’ll have to teach her a few things later. Especially that tongue of hers, what an interesting little girl.

“Ha! Satan you have no idea what sits before you, and to prove it I offer myself and, if he wants, Yeu to participate in this little adventure party! After all I am the youngest here and have the most to prove. Surely you could not deny a young girl that, Satan?”

Once again she had surprised him with her words and her rising confidence. “You better watch your tongue girl. But you that’s where you’re wrong, why should I send someone who has no experience to lead this little adventure of yours? His voice was cold. The room seemed to get colder and heavy air of foreboding hung in the air. Azrael didn’t appreciate the fact that the Princess had cornered him with her words, it had been a long while since this happened.

“But seeing as your so eager to be a part of this I’ll let you lead. Just know I won’t take failure lightly, this isn’t one of your pretty little adventures. The same goes to your subordinate.” With that having been said, Azrael leaned back in his chair, his glare daring Bavol and Yeuri to say otherwise to his decision.

“I’ll go. It will be a simple mission and surely you have more important matters to attend to back in the circles.” Azreal simply glanced in the direction of Chikyu’s subordinate. Hmm I’ll have to them keep an eye on him. His gaze eventually shifted back to the Princess and her subordinate. ”If you go, I will remain at your side. Gore will keep watch of the circles and report anything amiss, to which will be dealt with on our return, should it please you to be so. There are also the others to reinforce your rules in the meantime.”

Once more Azrael’s eyes shifted to something else, their focus being the Prince of Fire. By the look of things the younger demon finally spoke up. "Well, if this is settled, I have my own little errand to run. Please send someone to notify myself when exactly this little search party is leaving for the human world, and I am sure Jackal would be most disappointed if he did not have any rabbits to chase after.."

Azrael snorted and rolled his eyes at Vincent’s words. But he let the Prince leave his chambers along with his rather horrid looking dog. He let Vincent’s departure rest in the air for a moment before shifting in his chair. Turning his attention back to those before him, Azrael sat forwards, lacing his fingers in front of him. “Well that settles it. Bavol you will lead a group to the Human World and with the help of Yeuri and Astaroth along with Vincent’s summon. You will be going under the guise of humans with limiters of course. Under no circumstances are you to deviate from your mission least you alert those damned Angels of our movement. Now go get a move on, your dismissed.”

He waved his hand at them to leave. Once they were no longer in his presence, Azrael stood up and donned on his public illusion. Becoming nothing more than a moving shadow with glowing red orbs set in what looked to be a cruel face, Azrael called for a servant. ”Go inform the Prince of Fire of the departure of the expedition group.” His voice came out gravely and deep with a tone of absolute authority in it. The servant merely bowed before disappearing as he was no longer within sight.

Azrael, sat back down and thought for a while. Now would normally be the time in which Cerbin would give him his report. “What is that bastard doing?” Pursing his lips, Azrael let loose a piercing whistle almost on par with Vincent’s. In a matter of seconds, Malice, one of Cerbins summons as well as his older brother appeared at his feet. A smaller lesser demon than his canine brother, Malice was a pure black dog, save for his paws, ears and tail. Which were red, almost like they were dipped in fresh blood. Licking his lips, Azrael spoke to the canine, “Cerbin you have yet to give me your report on her. How does she fare?”




True Cross Academy, Fidel City

At the same moment, the very lesser demons that Azrael had sent the others to capture showed up at the amusement park. At first they simply explored, messing with the old and rubdown structures within the park. That is until they caught sight of the humans. The group of lesser demons, five to be exact, only one of them was missing so really it was only four at the moment. The quartet sniffed the air in search of the best meal and caught the scent of rather strong individuals that and something that smelled vaguely of demon flesh.

Yipping and growling, the lesser demons flocked towards the group of humans. One of them was like the human that had summoned them to Earth. This puny male (Julius) had a horse looking thing while the others (Evangeline) looked weak but good to eat. Save for the other male (Akio), in his hand he carried a demon blade. The group of lesser demons hissed but they continued onward toward the group save for one of them who caught the scent of a pure demon, a superior one at that. Grinning to itself it left the three and attacked the Superior Demon (Cerbin). It was larger than the other three nearing the size of a small horse, it was a nasty looking thing all fangs and patches of fur and scales. The other three attacked the small group of humans but one caught the scent of something funny and attacked it (Aura) in hopes of singling it out so it didn’t have to share.

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Astaroth listened to conversations around him as it was settled who would be setting foot on the human’s realm in order to note who he would look out for, eyes never lingering on anyone in particular until he watched The Prince of Fire depart. Faint curiosity arose over what errand would pull him away at a time like this, but it soon perished on realizing that it may be a way of escaping what had run its course. Having been operating under the assumption that whoever went would be parting ways to cover more ground, he was a little displeased to hear that they would be following a leader and sticking in a group. That it was the Princess of Air alleviated the concern to some degree. It was his hope that her more excitable personality would make her less likely to become a hindrance on the field by being overly controlling as others might have been.

Just as that concern was laid to rest, a more irritating one rose to take its place. “You will be going under the guise of humans with limiters of course.” What it would take to act and move as a human would slow their progress immensely. Flight could take them to the lesser demons in minutes, but walking the long dirt paths between towns and ambling through messy town as he recalled them from some five hundred years ago when he last walked Earth could take days. Weeks even, depending on the lesser demon’s location in comparison to theirs. He breathed a sigh of irritation from his nostrils, but did not have the time nor the rank to complain as Azrael dismissed the lot of them.

Words that seemed to come in his direction drew his attention to meet the gaze of Bavol. He intended to bow his head in some reverence, but his neck resisted the submissive act and turned it to more of a head tilt. “Yes Princess…” Before he took his leave, he spent some few words on the one he serves. “I’ll inform you if anything unusual happens.”

Final acknowledgment aside, he took flight on off-color angel wings following the path to the gate in Azrael’s purgatory where he expected they would be departing from. Nothing beyond preparing for battle came to mind when he considered what he may need to do before leaving, so he did not need to divert from direct departure. As he flew he checked through the pouches hanging at his sides to make sure that he had enough of his favourites to last him. He did, and he then arrived at the gate to find it lonely. Tapping fingers on Iaculus and letting out a few noises of frustration, he realized that the Princess, being new, must have returned to her own territory as opposed to going the typical route for such ventures.

Astartoth had not visited envy and sloth since the time that Bavol became the one ruling them, but he did not imagine that enough had changed to be worth observing as flew quickly to find the Earth-bound party. He had no intention of letting on that he had made a mistake in where they would meet, so he landed a slight distance away and retracted his wings to approach as though nothing but preparation had stolen his time. Stopping near Bavol and Yeuri, he observed them, unblinking, with his almost entirely black eyes. After some moments of this, his gaze moved to the gate and he rather abruptly stated, “I’ll meet you on the other side – scout ahead to make sure the group is not noticed crossing over.” Avoiding any arguments that may be offered, he moved immediately through the gate as the last word leaves him.

Earth greeted him with strange sounds and nothing but the sight of a brick wall. Taking a breath of the air here, he found it much colder than the air of Inferno that it upset his lungs at first. Looking around, he found that their gate let out in a very small street cramped between tall buildings and blocked with bins of stinking garbage. It was a strange sort of location, but no humans seemed to pay it mind as they walked past it on a wider street. An unfamiliar machine flitted by as he gazed on the outside area, but he did not move to investigate it just yet. Instead he stepped back to leave room and waited impatiently for the leader of the group to join and free him with her instructions. Out of habit his hand moved to stroke Iaculus. Recollection of the creature’s appearance sparked an irritated sigh. It would be difficult to fit in amongst humans with a large snake around his neck, he assumed. The creature would have to be disguised as an unobtrusive part of his outfit. A belt will work… While they were waiting, however, he had a small task for his pet, “See what snakes here can tell you of our prey. Return before we leave.” Placed on the pavement to do as told, Iaculus met his gaze, flicked his tongue in and out a few times, and then slithered into the shadows. Astaroth stood and crossed his arms. With that underway, he was left to wait.

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Chikyu
Inner Circle of the 3rd, 5th & 8th Circles


When one first thought of the Third Pillars personal domain within his circles, many thought of a disgusting and horrid place beyond imagination. It was his bad temper and grueling appetite that gave birth to this image. In truth, in the eyes of a messenger, who was currently delivering a message to said Pillar of Strength, his home was quite grand. It was also, quite possibly, the only domain that looked normal if a human or Angel was to set eyes upon it. With its lush pastures set upon rolling hills, gigantic mountains that dwarfed the few scattered settlements within the immediate vicinity. There was even a large river. Its waters tore at its borders with only the crash of water against rock as the only warning to a swift and cold death.

Beyond the river were two large peaks. A single archway of rock connected the two peaks together, forming a natural bridge of sorts but many could speculate that it was the Earth Kings doing. There were many other peaks of varying sizes with their own natural bridges. These peaks upon first look seemed to be scattered randomly but in fact, if seen from above, formed a circle of sorts. There were five twin peaks in total with the fifth peak being the largest of the other four. It was quite obvious that this peak was home to the Prince of Earth. A large building was set into the side of one of the two peaks. It was made completely of stone but of course over time plants and other things began to live on its surface. Across the rocky bridge was another archway but much smaller in comparison to what it sat upon. Each of the five peaks housed a similar archway, each with a different roman numeral carved into its stone.

It could be assumed that each of these archways were the portals that led would lead the traveler to one of the Circles that Chikyu looked after. The one near his home was his personal portal that would take him to the Human world while the other portal, also the second largest twin peaks, led to Purgatory which the messenger had passed through some time ago. However he stood there for quite some time, his eyes searching every nook and cranny they could visibly see and what his mind could handle. Suddenly the ground began to shake violently before it seemed to liquefy before his very eyes. It was as if something was moving under the very rock he stood upon. Immediately the messenger stepped back in hopes the portal would take him back to Purgatory, a place he knew well unlike here.

The rolling rock formed a wall between the messenger and the portal’s entryway. This made the demon jump and he quickly ran forwards in hopes of outrunning it. However a tall figure blocked his escape route and the poor demon was just about ready to push the figure down until he felt the weight of said figures gaze upon him. The messenger stumbled to a halt that soon led to him being on his knees. Already his body began to shake and he glanced up at those cold blue-green orbs as their gaze narrowed.

Realizing nothing would happen without him breaking the ice, the Prince of Earth crouched down in front of the messenger. A flicker of curiosity was cast in his eyes but it was but a flicker and was gone. Looking over the messengers shoulder, Chikyu realized his Golem was still blocking the portal to Purgatory and was also still making the ground quiver. With a soft growl Chikyu waved his hand in a shooing motion in the general direction of the Golem. There was no reply from the mound of earth but now that the ground no longer quivered with its movements it could be assumed the familiar had gone elsewhere. He focused his attention back on the messenger who visibly relaxed some but was still tense in the towering shadow of the Third Pillar. Rolling his eyes, Chikyu laid his chin on his palm, regarding the messenger with a look of boredom.

“So I see you’re a messenger. What is this messenger you’ve come to deliver?” At the sudden break of strained silence, the messenger flinched and quickly dug into the satchel at his side. “Ah yes my mistake for taking so long.” Only giving him a nod, Chikyu watched the fellow for a bit longer until his mind began to think of his next meal. “And uh here is your message Prince of Earth. Now if you’ll excuse me I must be on my way.” Finally the demon showed some backbone and in an instant he scampered on back to the portal and was gone without even waiting to see if Chikyu had a response for him to send back to the sender. For the briefest of moments his temper flared but with a deep breath in and out, he calmed himself and focused his energy on opening the letter.

It wasn’t often that he got a message on paper. Usually Satan would have the messengers relay the message verbally but if it was important the King of Demons often resorted to pen and paper to avoid potential conflict. He knew it was from his mentor by the seal that had been pressed into the wax. Finally standing upright Chikyu started the trek back to his home, opening and reading the contents of the letter as he walked.

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Chikyu


He also was within his home when he felt that power surge. It was the second time actually but he hadn’t paid much mind to it. He merely assumed it was some human who went off and did something stupid. Chikyu looked down at the letter he held in his hands, still in a state of some disbelief of what has occurred while he had been secluded in his Circles, he reread the letter for the third time. Eyes danced across the piece of parchment in a slow dance, Chikyu wasn’t an avid reader, taking in its contents carefully and filing it away for later use. What really caught his attention was the fact that it was the Prince of Fire who had presented the evidence. “There is definitely something wrong with this.”

Folding up the letter, Chikyu stopped walking to look out a giant hole in the wall that was indeed a window of sorts. It could be assumed it came about during one of Chikyu's episodes. He folded his arms across his chest the letter tucked away under his arm. An amused expression settled on his features as he thought of the fun to be had due to current events. The Prince never would have thought Bavol's subordinate, her bodyguard, was in fact under allegiance to the Nine-Star faction. The thought made him chuckle since it was only eight years ago that they had apprehended quite a few of their members. “Which means some of them should be greeting their so called brother in arms very soon.”

With that in mind Chikyu stepped away from the wall to see more about the problems that have arisen. He left his home with the gateway of Purgatory in his mind. It wouldn’t take him very long to reach the gate even if it was on different peaks. Now that he was at the edge of his peak Chikyu whistled a low note. The ground rumbled beneath him as something swam under the surface of the ground. With a look of calm the Prince of Earth leapt off the edge of the peak to land safely on the back of what looked to be a smooth lump of rock. It was in fact his familiar Golem who was capable of fusing with the rock around him but there was only so much rock he could take in before he got to large.

Golem stretched out to the next peaks which held the door to Purgatory. If he wanted to visit his fellow Prince he'd have to go through Satan's many gates. Chikyu didn't quite wish to go through his old mentors’ home in order to get to the gate but it was in a sense the only way he could get to the Prince of Fires Circle. Finally Chikyu stood before the gate of Purgatory; still with a frown on his face. He scratched his head as if he were still thinking about whether or not he’d actually go through with his plan but then when he thought about how fun it’d be to poke at a few of his buttons a wolfish smile settled on his lips. The Prince of Earth looked up at the top of the gate before taking a step through it and opening a door into a white hallway. Looking around, he saw that no one was around which was good. Unfortunately even if he did try to hide his being there, Satan would know that someone had used his set of gates. Chikyu turned to the gate to the left, of the one that bore his mark, and stepped through the doorway.

Within Vincent’s Library


The wrathful demon strode the hallways of the paper filled room as if he was meant to be there. Many of the servants he came across squeaked upon seeing him, for they knew of the usual events that occurred when he was around their master. It didn’t take the Third Pillar very long to reach the area where he knew Vincent would be. Almost at once a servant tried to stop him, she was one of the more defiant ones and quite possibly new. “You’re not welcomed here. Please leave” she spoke with authority and it was obvious she was unaware of who he was. A cruel smile played at his lips as Chikyu stared her down. “Oh I know little girl.” He suddenly lashed out, kicking the woman who was thrown into the room that Vincent and another woman stood in. Chikyu entered the room, admiring the broken down door as if it were a masterpiece. “I must say Prince of Fire. You really need to educate your servants better; I almost gave into my ugly little sin.” sneering at his fellow prince.

With that being said Chikyu pulled one of the chairs closer towards him and plopped down into the cushions. He sat back in the chair his cold eyes staring intently at the demon before him. “I hear you caught a big one while I was holed up in my Circle and I must say it must have been awfully convenient for you to lay out such a well spun lie like that. I certainly didn’t expect you to pull out such a dangerous card. You know of the circumstances when he finds out you lied to him right? It won’t be pretty and I’ll be happy to lay out the punishment.” The prince watched Vincent for his reactions. He was well aware that the other demon probably had plans in case a certain meddlesome demon stepped in. Regardless of how the conversation went Chikyu would stand up swiftly to leave. Only once would he looked back his “comrade” with pure hate in his gaze. “I’ll make sure you burn for your lies Prince of Fire.” stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked away, his gaze falling upon the servant he had kicked before looking away without a care.

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Alvina Erinyes


It seemed Alvina was had a curse on her today. Everything seemed to be ill timed today and already her master was in a foul mood with her. Though maybe this could benefit her, since the approaching prince of earth might instead earn the ire of Vincent. " He is here" she said in such a grim tone that could only ever denote her speaking of Chikyu. Her familiar Umbra, had fixed its gaze on Chikyu as soon as he entered the building, and upon her silent command it would not leave him either, and she was relayed ever bit of information, including his apparent mood, though you could never trust a demonic panther to gauge any emotions.

" You know.. i get that eery feeling of familiarity whenever i see you" she directed towards Chikyu as soon as he entered the room, using her familiars vision to time it, as she never looked round " the same lumbering, boorish demeanour, just like all my brothers.. but what can we help you with oh great Prince of Earth?" she said, listening to the prince. She didn't need to look at Vincent to know he was finding this boring, bordering on annoying, it was painfully predictable, and utterly unimaginative in its delivery. Still it helped confirm that Chikyu would undoubtedly be swift to react to any news that reaches his ears.

After Chikyu finished and finally left, Alvina let out a heavy sigh and focused once again back at Vincent. "He reacted quickly... though if he acted without correct information even he could not escape Satan's wrath" it would be a dangerous plan, but it was clear that he could prove a massive thorn in their side, and truly all that could be done was to try and turn Satan's favour even for the briefest of moments. She did not know either of the princes as well as they probably knew each other so despite her remarks she could offer no advice to Vincent about his rival. " Still.... our focus should be on the human world... Satan will have our hides if we came back empty handed.. and i have grown rather attached to mine" Placing her hand out to the side, she felt the nose of her familiar gently press against her hand, the panther wishing to sit by its mistress side. It was looking forward to exploring a new territory though Alvina would be swift to remind it that restrictions would be placed upon it, just like they would be placed upon herself. " Your familiar was not long ago in that realm.... anything we can use?"

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Vincent Price


The woman before him was lucky enough to have barely ducked as the knives flew over her pretty little head. It was quite the sight to see those fluid movements of her as she got back onto her feet quite gracefully. That faint smile from before became much more noticeable however it wasn’t a nice smile. It was more like he was content that his stock was still in good shape. Lazily setting her own knife flat on the table Alvina walked back towards her spot on the sofa, all the while facing him. He couldn’t quite tell if she was just being cautious or if it was something else but he approved of the former. It was good that she felt that way. It meant he was still something to be feared and he would continue to do so for as long as breath left this body of his.

As he contemplated her words a surge of power erupted into existence. It was quite the marvelous feeling; to have felt it even here of all places. Vincent however did not disclose those emotions to Alvina but instead maintained a cool façade. Considering the relationship between the three worlds, it’d be near impossible to find the exact location of the power surge but one could determine the area that it may have originated from. Before he was allowed to comment on Alvina’s words one of the maids cleaning up the mess by his doors suddenly flew into the room, rolling across the floor and eventually into a stop.

Even before those words slipped past his dirty mouth, Vincent was well aware of who it was. When he spoke it confirmed his assumptions and he could already feel a headache coming forth. There was really only one dirt encrusted demon that could cause him such a disturbance and upon looking it up, it was none other than the Third Pillar, Chikyu. Those pale blue orbs watched in disgust as the Prince of Earth as he placed his dirty hands on a chair to perch on. “My, my quite the manners you have there. You most certainly may sit Prince of Earth.” Vincent could only listen in boredom as Chikyu once again gave the same damned speech he gave all those other times. He thought himself valiant when in fact he was meddling in affairs that he did not, could not, comprehend. In reply to the Prince of Earth’s obvious threat Vincent said, “And I shall make sure to bury you under your cause Prince of Earth.”

“Oh I’m well aware of that my dearest which is entirely why you will be staying here.” He leaned back into his chair, lacing his fingers before him as he gauged her reaction. Suddenly standing he placed his hands behind his back as he strode around the room, answering her questions one by one. “My familiar was indeed there. He came across an exorcist party and managed to bring me quite the specimen.” His hand hovered over a leather bound book that rested on the corner of his desk. Eyes flicking up towards Alvina’s face, they were cold and harsh. “Did you know there exists countless offspring between demons and mortals? I find it quite fascinating to which I will gladly look into while in the Human’s realm.” He continued his pacing and stopped just in front of his beautiful pawn. “You on the other hand will be here, making sure everything goes accordingly. I will contact you as needed while I am away. Any objections?” His eyes locked onto hers as if challenging her to voice out her objections. Regardless of what was said, Vincent would soon prepare for his trip to the Human Realm.