Vincent Price

"Did you know Rome was doomed to burn..corruption is just another type of fire.."

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a character in “Equipoise”, originally authored by SilverInk, as played by Polarisbear12


Vincent Price



Superior Demon

Demon Prince of Fire

4th, 6th, 9th circles of Hell ||Treachery and Greed

♠ Gender

♠ Nickname(s)/Alias (es)
The First Pillar||Eternal Flame

♠ Age

♠ Love Interest

♠ Face Claim




♠Hair Color

♠Eye Color

Numerous small scars line his hands and arms due to constant mistakes made while training with blades and a relentless mentor. Said mentor was the previous Demon Prince of Fire who expected nothing less than perfection from the students under his guidance. A much larger scar starts at the center of his chest ending at the center of his throat.The scar starts off as somewhat straight and gradually becomes jagged as it reaches the center of his throat. It was a 'gift' from the Prince of Earth who was less than pleased with the how that allowed Vincent to gain his rank as the Prince of Fire.

Seems to take his appearance to immerse himself within the environment of 9th circle with the appearance of a calculating businessman one could just sell your soul to for free. Black thin ties are the reoccurring subject of his attire, a few speculate it is to hide the scar on his throat. The man's presentation of himself is enough to cut any taller challengers down to his size. His hair is kept in an orderly manner aside from a few longer strands that seem to constantly be in front of cold azure eyes. Said eyes are semi-protected by glasses keeping them free from dirt is a priority in his mind, due to the element of the Demon Prince of Earth and their various disputes. One unnerving feature is the fact that this man always seems to boast a smirk that seems to proclaim knowledge of their target within minutes.

♠Preferred Clothing

Looking his best is a priority for this Demon. Rarely seen not dressed in a fitted three piece black silk suit and a tie to match. Shined leather shoes grace his feet coming from the finest Italian workshops. Some may call this superficial style seems to imitate that of human businessmen, that assumption would be correct after all Vincent himself has witnessed many a time the greed that lays within the hearts of rich men and the underlings that seem to always have mutiny on their minds.



Absent-Minded||Can have an extremely short attention span when it comes to topics he deems less than interesting. Truly the only subject that can hold his attention for long isweaponry, mortals and their petty complains and finding ways to prove himself worthier than the Prince of Earth. Other than his attention span is that of a human five year old entering one ear and exiting within minutes. This behavior has been a source of ire for many of his associates especially Satin himself.

Fire Manipulation||Practical in everyday situations, yet in combat is used as a last resort for the Prince. Can dim or increase the actual strength of the flame, and manipulate it into small orbs to be used as types of portable light sources. In combat these orbs can come in handy as a type of explosive that once compressed into the ground it can create a miniature firestorm. The greatest skill the Prince has with the element of fire is the ability to cover his weaponry in a type of molten fire that easily sears its way through a majority of materials with ease, the only drawback is the liquid lasts only for a few minutes before slipping off onto the dirt as rock.

Silver-tongued||Can easily coat his tongue with honey in a metaphorical sense, turning even the most stubborn of grandmothers into sweet little old ladies. While it may seem cowardly to use words and charm to ease his way out of danger it has saved his life many a time. This tongue can turn deadly as he finds it extremely amusing manipulate the emotions of others with words and letting their fears and weaknesses destroy the target from the inside out.

Bookbinding||Has a personal database of all those he has encountered throughout his lifetime in the form of special books, all this information comes to through a single drop of blood. The ink seems to ease its way onto once blank pages of a book and records the basic known facts of the person such as age, name, profession etc. It has become someone what of a hobby for the curious demon as he can revisit the owner of the page and retrieve more information, unfortunately a majority of this information is retrieved through the use of peons, as Vincent finds himself often preoccupied with the duties of his rank.


Weaponry||Training apprentices||Corrupting the 'purity' of others||A fine glass of wine


Dirt||Being Manipulated||Angels

Book collecting||Has a vast personal library filled with ancient writings of planned mutinies,failed attempts, even lists of participants who planned to rebel from under an authorities thumb. While these are interesting, his favored collection is the accounts of the 'great' leaders who had managed to get themselves condemned to his Circles, all the lies and backstabbing that occurred during a single mortal lifetime seems to fascinate the demon.

Weaponry||Has an almost obsessive affection for weaponry in all its glory. The library has many 'treasures' locked safety behind glass and steel in some cases. Many of relics are ones thought to of been lost to the ages or rather misplaced by enchanted architects who just happened to drop the priceless artifacts down the nearest Portal. Many of Vincent's treasured memories were going out and looking for such pieces with his fellow students alongside his mentor. Shows favoritism towards sleeker pieces of weaponry such as gem-encrusted daggers from long forgotten houses of human nobility.

Jewelry||Has a developed a skilled hand in creating beautiful pieces from silver and gold. A few select pieces are located behind unbreakable glass in his library as the original pieces from ancient human history, with a few notable items being funeral masks from ancient Egypt to the rings from the corpse of Julius Caesar.The gaudy jewel incrusted necklaces and rings are given to those he holds a grudge or demands payment from and collects once the payment is made in blood.

-Buried alive
-Losing his rank as a Prince
-Becoming a mere tool for a higher power with no ambition of his own.


Vincent has a very aloof and cold aura about him when dealing with strangers or those he considers a mere waste of his time. Those who manage to get pass or ignore this icy exterior are able to peel back the layers and reveal the true persona of the Prince. A curious, some may call analyzing nature of those who catch his eyes can see the man is at least mentally to pull strings of his own and others. With those he considers 'students' under his wing, he has an familial relationship with them, but can be harsh if he views the students not training hard enough.

The urge to call himself his own master seems to fester within his heart when the mood strikes him, these moods have managed to be kept in check in front of Satan, but rebellious words slip from his lips in private..such a habit could lead to trouble. These fits seem to be linked to his own Circles that he presides over, after all traitors have had some success in their lives right? Greed is another illness that lingers in his mind, yet it does not always focus on gold, Vincent had begun a streak of stealing the lovers of others for sport and to spite those who wronged him. Yet as he grows into his position of the Demon Prince of Fire, he finds himself more content to persuade the servants and supporters of the other Princes to his own view of the world. After all, every chess master needs his pawns for future moves.The facade of arrogance and manipulative nature for the most part vanishes when he is with those he considers welcome enough to share his bed, he becomes like any other intelligent creature with a range of emotions; anger, sadness,lust, jealousy and in particular he can be greedy, be it with time, money or relationships.


♠Relationship Status

Viener||Mentor||Father Figure||Deceased

♠Personal History

The son of an unknown demon and a demoness who was not exactly the maternal type. Vincent quickly became the child who would manipulate a situation in order to gain a speck of attention be it positive or negative. This type of needy behavior resulted in an excessive amount of well-deserved beatings by elders and those of a higher rank than himself..it would eventually become a blessing in disguise. As one day, he found himself getting a harsh scolding from the present Demon Prince of Fire of the time, Viener was in no mood for the antics of children, yet sensed something in the boy. Vincent was cringing waiting for the stinging slap of an open palm, yet had the air knocked out of him by an extremely heavy, but dull longsword that was beginning to show signs of rust. The elder merely grumbled "Clean that blade till it shines, then come find me you are now my charge..". A glint of hope appeared on Vincent's face before it was replaced with a sullen pout as the elder finished "My charge of maintenance in my arms..now hop to it brat, I have a couple hundred blades that need the same treatment..". It was the start an eventual true mentor-student relationship with all the bumps in the road included.

Yet, as the years passed ambition began to claw at Vincent's heart as he gradually progressed with weaponry training. His style was the exact opposite of his mentors, light-weight and flexibility against heavy and power. A difference in tactics would not win all fights as Vincent discovered during his first attempt to win the rank from his mentor in an ambush, his face was inches away from the floor and black blood stained pristine white carpet as he found himself literally speared through his shoulder by his mentor. His mentor merely glanced at the intruder before using his boot against Vincent’s body to roughly remove the offending object from the spear “You should be careful sneaking around Vincent, I would hate to gut you by mistake..as for the carpet..I would hate for it to be ruined..clean it well won’t you?”. Shame and anger broiled in Vincent’s heart as these words were spoken as he weakly nodded his head. That was the first direct lesson Viener taught his charge “Think of your opponent’s reaction before charging in..”. The two lessons of the similar nature would follow “Be two steps ahead..have back-ups” and the most brutal “Know your limits..”

The second lesson came at the time of Vincent’s ascent into the rank of the Demon Prince of Fire in an official duel between himself and his mentor. Both were evenly matched and had significant wounds, Vincent sustaining a few broken fingers and bruised ribs, while his mentor suffered from heavy lacerations on his upper arms and shoulders. The old ‘man’ had underestimated Vincent’s skill with the scythe and had found himself regretting letting his back open to the curve of the wicked blade. While Vincent found himself unable to use the ranged capabilities of the scythe as each wide swing required significant strain on his rib area..thus it came down to a close-combat match. His mentor with that of a long sword, the same one that had been under Vincent’s care since the start of his life as a student against the trusty, if flamboyant rapier clutched in Vincent’s right hand. Born-left handed to say it was like watching a young fawn walk for the first time and it was soon obvious that Vincent at a disadvantage. Within minutes he found himself cornered against a wall and a pillar with a bloodthirsty Viener, his longsword blazing with magical fire ready to land the killing blow. Only to be surprised by Vincent in a submissive plea for life with no weapons to be seen. Almost fatherly affection consumed the elder who gently placed his hand on the younger’s head as an act of peace, only to find an openly weeping Vincent clinging to his leg’s like a young toddler would behind it’s mother. A touching moment broke the serene silence as a knife slid through Viener’s knee tendons like butter..this was the checkmate. Immobile and growling in rage Viener sunk to his knees unable to move an inch as he watched his beloved student merely wipe his face clear of tears and smirk. A swipe of the scythe ended the match as Vincent claimed his title through ending the life of his mentor.

Weeks passed as possessions of Viener were carefully removed from the premise of the Library under Vincent’s strict eye for them to be placed behind glass, while less valuable artifacts sealed away in vaults beneath the floor. Soon, books flooded the vast room, to find a pile on Vincent’s desk was a common sight as the newly ranked Fire Prince devoured any type of knowledge not shared by his mentor. Finally arriving as his correct calling in life Vincent had begun to become obsessed with weaponry like his mentor and would arrange expeditions for underlings to go to the mortal realm with clear instructions to create drawings of new human inventions..as he himself was unable to be escape his duties as the Prince of Fire. His tactic of gaining the rank were not well-received by his peers, at least by those less understanding of the relationship between mentor and student.

Lines were crossed between himself and the Prince of Earth with scarring consequences. It was a quiet night in the Library as Vincent fiddled with his talents of fire, shaping it within glass orbs, only to find his concentration broken by the sound of glass breaking. Large stones awaited Vincent’s arrival as the glass case had been utterly shattered by wrathful Chikyu who was ranting something about fighting fairly and to use a knife was a foul trick. Every single demon had their individual ticks that set off their tempers, for a brute to destroy a priceless artifact in his own Library was one of them. Within seconds the harsh blade of the scythe was against the intruders throat who growled something about a duel to settle the dishonor Vincent brought upon the title Demon Prince of Fire. Within minutes the two were demolishing walls of library, knocking priceless paintings from the walls, setting pages of books ablaze and shattering ancient weapons. Both sides were heavily bleeding, but neither willing to back down..the time to settle the brawl would be with one last desperate attack. Both opponents charged, Vincent with his scythe in a sweeping motion managing to tear through abdomen and upward to the collarbone on Chikyu..victory was in his grasp that until he found himself being impaled on a sharpened stalagmite rock ripping through his own chest, narrowing missing important arteries his neck. The two duelists were skilled enough to land a killing blow with each final strike..but why had they missed? Their answer was that of Satan who had finally made an appearance with an expression of annoyance like an owner who had come upon his two puppies fighting. Emergency medical treatment was given to both Vincent and Chikyu..yet as their individual scars faded, their anger and hate remains, while in public their attacks consist of verbal abuse and sly comments...on Vincent's part he does not wish to risk the wrath of Satan. Underhanded tactics would have to be use to extract his revenge on the brutish Prince of Earth.


♠ Familiar

His familiar seems to match his persona with surprising accuracy. Rarely seen anywhere aside from the feet of his Master's desk lays a Great-Dane sized silver-coated jackal. Despite its larger size, it seems to be as nimble as the smaller type of species. Its muzzle seems to be stained with old blood that never managed to be washed away, this is the favored way Vincent collects information on notable mortals through the bite of his Jackel. Unfortunately, this has resulted in the mutation of similar species developing a type of madness called "Rabies" which turned out to be very harmful to mortals. As the dangers of this disease spread, Vincent's Jackels' body found itself being battered with bullets, blades and on one occasion a beheading. Numerous scars line the creatures body, despite this the beast is loyal to only one. Six earrings line the bat-like ears of the Jackel with three rings in each ear. A show of wealth one could say.


His choice of weapon is that of a scythe. Useful in mid-range combat with the handle of the blade being made of strong oak and the core instilled with steel. While Vincent can not put enough strength behind the wood alone as a type of killing weapon it is strong enough to knock the breath out of a target or render someone unconscious with a well-placed blow. The true strength of the weapon comes from the blade along, with it being long enough to easily slip through the body of a human and be dragged upwards to split the soft flesh in two. In close-combat the length of the weapon comes in handy as it can be used to keep Vincent out of actual danger as the blade can be swung with ease to force the attacker to retreat backwards.

His secondary weapon of choice would be a rapier as it has enough speed for Vincent's liking. A fine blade of steel, although it was met with disapproval by Vienr as the hilt is gaudily decorated with studs of rubies and emeralds. It does the job when it comes to combat, which is good enough for Vincent. Several knives are on his person constantly just for emergencies use.

So begins...

Vincent Price's Story


Characters Present

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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The setting changes from new-earth to Inferno


Characters Present

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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#, as written by Kapento

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.


Characters Present

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

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#, as written by Skwidge

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.


Characters Present

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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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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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.

The setting changes from inferno to New Earth


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((GAH wrong place apologies))

The setting changes from new-earth to Inferno


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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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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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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.


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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Satan Azrael

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

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“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?” Satan questioned with his usual coldness.

My… he is very observant. My lack of experience clearly matters more than I thought.

The older demon continued with, “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.”

“Of course Satan, by all means I shall not fail thee.” The spirited female humbly replied before grinning uncontrollably upon hearing of the older demons approval; managing just enough to keep a degree of maturity in her response.

Satan must be feeling generous if he‘s placing me in charge, huh? Well... I better make the most of this newfound authority and not let our great ruler down, shouldn't I?

”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.”

Turning to her subordinate sharply at that moment Bavol gave a firm nod of agreement, “That would be most satisfactory, Yeu.” The girl knew she could rely on him. Yeu was hardly going to turn down the offer, and besides, the pair of them let loose on the Human World? Anything could happen.

“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.”

“Understood Satan.” With a slight tilt of her head the girl offered a simple bow to the demon before returning her gaze to her subordinate once more. “Alrighty Yeu, see to it that Gore keeps a tight patrol round the circles whilst we‘re gone. I‘d trust no other to watch over my lovely little kingdom in our absence, and even if there are others to tend to things I‘d leave with a more peaceful mind knowing he was keeping a close eye on the place,” Having said that the female then remembered something and promptly added, somewhat amusingly, “Though by no means does that mean Gore gets to terrorize Kaz and Chi whilst I’m not around. I’d very much appreciate the pair in one piece upon my arrival.”

Spinning round on her heel the young woman took her leave at that moment, seeing little else to do just then beside getting the group together. From what she had gathered it was a small expedition group consisting of herself and Yeu, Detritus and the familiar of Vincent.

At that moment her eyes casually drifted over towards the direction of Detritus as she spoke, ”When your ready meet us at the gate.” She knew little of the demon personally though considering they were going to be grouped together it was only logical to establish some form of understanding amongst themselves. Needless to say however, considering Detritus was the subordinate of Chikyu, the female struggled a little to simply trust the strange figure before her.

This ought to be fun. The four of us together… what could go wrong?

Her thoughts were momentarily distracted when pondering over the small group. With a light shake of her head Bavol quickly dropped the matter and proceeded to leave the area whilst motioning for her subordinate to follow behind her.

“Come on Yeu, I don‘t really wish to linger around here any longer than I have to.” She sighed quietly before begining to make her way over and towards the Gate which lay within her circles and would offer a smooth transition from Inferno to the Human World. She expected to meet the rest of the group there, promptly.

Upon arrival at the gate in question Bavol stood idly for a moment. It hadn’t took long to reach the gate; mainly due to the young girls enthusiasm for the mission at hand. It couldn’t have been more obvious that the demon was keen to venture into the Human World and explore the unknown; mentally reminding herself not to stray too much from her current task.

Turning to Yeu just then the girl grapsed at the moment whilst the pair were alone. “It would be wise to keep an eye on the other two, don‘t you think? Anything can happen when we‘re out there.” She quietly suggested in a cautious manner.

The setting changes from inferno to New Earth


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

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As Satan reprimanded his mistress, Yeu simply blinked once with little to no thought towards the demon or the situation, still waiting for the man to make his point. “But seeing as you're 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 Azrael’s pointed gaze, Yukon flashed him a fanged smirk, though his eyes avoided the demon’s own. This was going to be ridiculously entertaining, though, the fact that the duo had a few others within their little party was a bit of a damper. Yeuri was just looking in Astaroth’s direction when Vincent spoke up, informing the group of his departure. His eyes perked up to the Pillar’s form, a subtle interest portraying itself amidst his features, though it disappeared as soon as it was there.

“Well that settles it. Bavol you will lead a group to the Human World…. You will be going under the guise of humans with limiters of course. Under no circumstances are you to deviate from your mission….” Yeu couldn’t help but let a twisted grin spread across his lips as Azrael agreed to Bavol’s terms. He could care less about the limitations and such, he was simply eager to find himself in the human world itself. He had heard his fair share of stories half a millennia ago, so it served that he should be keen to experience it himself. Not to mention the obvious fact that neither he nor Bavol had visited the other realm before, though both knew well what to expect.

At his Mistress’s reply to his suggestion of authority, he dipped his head in recognition and tapped a finger against his thigh. “Alrighty Yeu, see to it that Gore keeps a tight patrol round the circles whilst we‘re gone. I‘d trust no other to watch over my lovely little kingdom in our absence, and even if there are others to tend to things I‘d leave with a more peaceful mind knowing he was keeping a close eye on the place,” He nodded, grinning slightly at the praise she shared with his familiar.

“Though by no means does that mean Gore gets to terrorize Kaz and Chi whilst I’m not around. I’d very much appreciate the pair in one piece upon my arrival.” At that Yeuri smirked playfully, ”No promises~” Despite the obvious light-heartedness of his comment, it was well known between the both of them that whatever Bavol asked would be completed to the best of her subordinate’s ability. Her familiars would be left in one piece, but he could hardly deny his faithful familiar’s small desires- or at least as long as Bavol gave him leeway in such matters.

As she turned and began her departure, Yeu rose from his seat and shoved his hands into his pockets, following her at a close distance with a cheerful smirk to his features. As they proceeded, his Mistress took pause to address Astaroth. Yukon looked back on him as well, but his eyes were blank and rather uncaring of the individual. Once that was completed, the pair turned and made their way back to their own domain.

As the two arrived back within their circles, Yeuri tapped his foot and let a low, eerie tune leave his lips. Immediately Gore materialized before his master in a fog of black tendrils, a Cheshire grin to his face and his orbs a pure, lucid yellow. The familiar was lapping his tongue over his oversized canines, liquid dripping from his maw to spatter the ground below in deep wine-red stains. He trotted up to his master, a low whine and a tail wag to show greeting before he slid underneath the demon’s hand, his ears swiveling this way and that as Yeuri stroked the soft fur and rubbed at his ears.

The trio then made their way casually to the gates between worlds, Yukon mentally giving orders to his familiar. As they stopped, Yeu shared a private grin with Bavol, mischief flaring up in his eyes. Gore took a seat beside the old stone, his orbs shifting this way and that as he surveyed the scene; however, it was near impossible to tell the motion within the jackal’s eyes, as there was no pupil to distinguish glance.

“It would be wise to keep an eye on the other two, don‘t you think? Anything can happen when we‘re out there.” When Bavol spoke up, Yeuri’s attention immediately snapped to her form. He pouted ever so slightly, crossing his arms like a child, ”If we must,” He smirked, dropping the act and gaining a somewhat serious look to his eyes, ”Probably a good idea; shouldn’t be too much of an issue if everyone behaves nice and proper.” He leaned against the door to the other world lazily, blinking once and waiting for the others to arrive.

“I’ll meet you on the other side – scout ahead to make sure the group is not noticed crossing over.” Yeu turned his head to watch the demon approach, still harboring no hints on his face towards feelings. He simply nodded at the guy’s proposition, watching as he stepped through the blackened vortex that stood confined between three walls. Yeuri stood up and stationed himself by Bavol’s side, awaiting the arrival of Vincent’s jackal. They didn’t have to pause for too great a period, as the creature soon came loping up. Gore’s ears twitched at the sight of the other breed, and he gave a low whine towards the other familiar, announcing his presence and sending somewhat of a greeting. Other than that, he remained motionless in his post.

”Shall we?” Yukon made a regal bow towards his Mistress, a cheesy grin to his features as he offered his hand playfully for her to accept if she so wished to do so. Regardless, Yeu gave one last glance towards his familiar and gave a short nod before leading the rest of the group through the doors.

Cool air met his lungs as they transferred between realms, and he breathed it in deeply. It stung slightly, as he was unused to such a different atmosphere, but other than that he enjoyed the feeling. However, their surroundings were rather bland and uncouth, with simple brick walls that hinted an alleyway, and trash bins shoved up against the end of it. He snorted lightly before allowing his gaze to drift over the rest of their location. The roads were dusty and strange mechanisms rumbled by. It was rather dark, but a few streetlights flickered occasionally to set the scene in a strange glow and offer some amount of sight to the humans. Yeuri himself, though, had rather adept eyes when it came to darkness, so he was actually pleased with the low lighting.

From the stories he had heard when he was so young, it was very obvious that everything about Earth had changed. Well… almost everything. Yukon let his gaze slide up towards the heavens, and he was greeted with the soft warmth of the stars. A ghost of an actual smile teased at the corners of his lips, and he blinked, soaking in the grandeur of those little specks. While he could have easily stood for an eternity just to observe them, Yeu pulled his gaze away, reminding himself of the task at hand.

Gazing to Bavol, he smirked, relaxing his stance ever so slightly before looking over the rest of their group. As his orbs fell on Astaroth’s form, he just caught the demon’s snake merging into the shadows to disappear after a task. Yeuri assumed that the familiar’s disappearance pertained to their quest, but with the unfamiliarity of Astaroth, it wasn’t entirely wise to trust such an idea. Yet, Yeu didn’t open his mouth to make any comment whatsoever.

”We should probably get a move on, yeah?” As Yeu spoke, he pulled the limiter from his pocket and clasped it onto his upper arm. There wasn’t much to change, merely subtle shifts in his form to clean up his look. However, as per respect towards Azrael’s authority and the fact that the limiter was a must have, it was an added security since Yeu’s form tended to shift when pushed to do so.

He paused for the others to gain their bearings before taking a customary position in front of Bavol for her protection, and then immediately started the group off on their little quest. They would probably be relying on Jackal for extra insight on Lesser positions, since he was a resource to be used, but other than that, it was up to them to figure things out. However, as they began proceeding in a general direction, Astaroth’s snake returned, and that was when Yeuri addressed the demon. ”Anything?” At whatever indication was provided, the group set off.

They walked through streets without incident, only seeing a few humans wandering about with drunken stances and uneasy gates. They walked for quite some time before they finally came to the city limits, soon passing away from the lights and the cramped buildings to the quiet emptiness of the off-roads.

Yeuri’s facials hinted towards boredom, and he had shoved his hands in his pockets about three miles prior. When he had envisioned coming to Earth, he had certainly expected it to be more exciting and fast-paced. But instead, they were stuck walking for what seemed to be an eternity through no-man’s land. Occasionally he would turn to check on Bavol, making certain she was still comfortable. Had it been only them, they probably would have found too many things to entertain themselves with, and probably have flipped some worlds upside-down, but alas, they had others with them and they had to keep an authoritative look and stature.

Yeuri mainly kept himself occupied with gazing up at the night sky, picking out a few constellations here and there and thinking about a plethora of different things. However, as they walked, an old abandoned amusement park came into view, and Yeuri’s attention piqued up. It was still awhile off, but at least they finally had a goal in sight.


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Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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“If we must…Probably a good idea; shouldn’t be too much of an issue if everyone behaves nice and proper.”

As Yeu spoke, the young female smiled sweetly towards him. “Of course.”

“I’ll meet you on the other side – scout ahead to make sure the group is not noticed crossing over.” Shifting her stare away from her subordinate, Bavol looked over to the direction of Astaroth as the demon appeared at that moment.

“Alrighty. See you on the other side.” She offered with a nod.

Returning her attention to Yeu, the princess stood comfortably at his side whilst the pair of them awaited the arrival of the jackal that Vincent was sending to join their group. Of course they didn’t have to wait long, as shortly after the beast in question emerged into their sights and joined them.

“Shall we?”

She nodded, “Let‘s.” Hastily, Bavol welcomed the offering of a hand from Yeu as she grasped hold of it at that moment. The sight of Vincent’s jackal, in particular, had caused the young demon to feel somewhat more cautious than usual when finding herself within the beasts presence. “Let us move quickly.”

Arriving into the human realm Bavol gradually released her hold on Yeu as she focus more on steadying herself on the new ground that lay beneath her feet. Upon closer inspection it was odd and unfamiliar to her, though intriguing all at the same time. Clearly the girl had not stepped foot into the human realm until now, and as such, it was all very new to her.

So this is the Human World? She thought, her eyes filling up with an unquestionable child-like curiosity as the demon awed quietly at the newly discovered scenery that surrounded her. It is so… so very unexpected and different. Just then a cold breeze swept across the princesses skin, sending an uncomfortable shiver all the way up her spine and causing the girl to fold her arms tightly around her body.

“Nobody said it would be cold,” She pouted, attempting to readjust herself to the unwelcoming chilly air. “I was not aware that I needed to layer up on outfits.” Regardless if anyone was listening, Bavol just shrugged it off and looked to Yeu.

“We should probably get a move on, yeah?” She nodded and watched her subordinate place his limiter onto his upper arm, which prompted her to do the same as Bavol took out her own limiter and snuggly fitted it around her wrist. Overall she still appeared the same, and with enough effort she would blend in with humans easily. However, what with the outfit she wore the demon still stood out in some way or another. The thought alone made the female grin a little, secretly.

Once the group got themselves adjusted, and after Yeu stood before her as expected, Bavol immediately began to follow closely behind her subordinate as the group began to move.

Whilst doing so she couldn’t help but quietly giggle, “Hopefully we shant get lost.”

Throughout most of their journey through the human realm Bavol paid little attention to the group in general, the girls curiosity in that which surrounded her grasping at her attention instead; such as the few humans they passed, the buildings, the gardens and the streets. Just gazing over the place made Bavol rather eager to go off exploring and uncover new areas of this foreign world, though she knew that it was unlikely and that her focus must ultimately be on the task at hand. Before she knew it, though, the group had soon found themselves leaving the comforts of the inhabited land of humans and slowly entering a more lifeless portion of the world which clearly lacked much human contact. The empty roads were anything but exciting and yet even with this the princess oddly found the quietness to be rather appealing and a comfort in it’s own way.

For much of the long walk Bavol had been strangely quiet; her feet dragging along the ground occasionally as thoughts of naps and slumbering preoccupying her mind.

Just then, up ahead, she spotted an amusement park.

“That ought to be the place,” She said and looked to the group. “At least we wont have to worry about getting spotted by average humans… even the dead would find this place a bit of a bore.” With that said the princess motioned for the group to follow as she proceed forward, the prospect of an amusement park persuading the young demon to become a bit more energetic in her approach towards the task. “Though I hate to even dare say it - the faster we move the quicker we shall get there. Our current pace is too slow in other words. Let us pick it up a little shall we?”

Allowing the fellow group members a moment to share their own thoughts, Bavol promptly continued onwards shortly after towards the seemingly abandoned amusement park.

Some time later, as the group found themselves approaching the entrance of the seemingly abandoned amusement park the princess began to eye-up the long disused area and pondered lightly on how to proceed forward. By the looks of it this park has long since been put to any productive use. The inactivity ought to make tracking down the demons a little easier… Speaking of usage, perhaps now would be an ideal time to put that jackal to some good use. Whilst away with her thoughts Bavol couldn’t help but stare at the jackal in question as she curiously looked the creature over.

“Any ideas?” She enquired to the group before turning to face Yeu and Astaroth especially. “I was thinking of letting the jackal go first - sense out the location of the demons and that. We could split up and explore the area in the meantime - see what we come across.”

Twirling round on her heel the female progressed forward through the gate and ventured a little further into the amusement park; making sure not to stray too far from the others by remaining close by in their line of sight.

This place is definitely not what I was expecting. Though it is worth a good old snoop around in… it doesn’t seem that there is much to really discover in this place. We‘ve barely scratched the surface of this world and I may not return for some time. Is this really all I am going to see during my time here?

“This place is so boring and dead… it‘s like one big corpse altogether.” Bavol sulked with her usual childish manner, crossing her arms against her chest before slumping down and sitting herself onto the ground. Glancing over her shoulder she called to Yeu and Astaroth, “We can regroup once the location of the demons is found and take them out together... That is if our little jackal doesn‘t let us down. Unless either of you know of another way to approach this task.”


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Character Portrait: Ryuu Shosuke Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Aura Thorne Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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The setting changes from new-earth to True Cross Academy, Fidel City

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Character Portrait: Ryuu Shosuke Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Vincent Price

The human world was overwhelming since his last foray into this realm. Perhaps, even more so this time around as the scents of greasy foods and a nauseating combination of rust and oil invaded the sensitive snout of Jackal. A low whimper escaped the dog-like creature’s throat as his nose assaulted by the sickening stench that would be appeasing to humans, yet was an utter hell hole for this hound. Swiping a battered paw over his snout as if trying to make an effort to block out the smells, while trailing behind the hunting party..With all the distractions it was very possible that the hound would be of little help when the inevitable combat came into play. There were just too many distractions for the creature to sniff out like any canine in his situation would do, regardless of who’s feet he laid at it was a common problem his natural instincts. Finally the group came to a halt and began dividing sections with the help from Astaroth’s map, it was a blessing in disguise as Jackal partially collapsed in an undignified way into the dirt as his defenses against the smells finally was overcome and the hound merely admitted defeat to the human realm. Feeling nauseated that even the slightest movement of his furry skull made the world swim before his eyes, yet thankfully his other senses were not overcome by the human scenery.

Opal colored eyes wearily eyed the airy Prince who appeared determined enough to walk on her own without her normally ever-present bodyguard. The demon seemed content enough to have a thimble of confidence in his charge and set off in another direction, obviously determined to find something to maim. Now with only himself and Astaroth alone, a faint whine escaped the hound's throat as the demon would possibly find the hound's intestine's interesting if the hound vomited in front of him. Not wanting to take the chance of getting his internal organs rearranged and then having his tract sewn back together by a less than gentle Vincent, the hound took his chance and eased himself to his paws and trotted after Yeu, determined to put a few feet between his tail and the deprived Astaroth who did gods know what if suffering from boredom.

A few minutes seemed to pass as Jackal managed to catch up with Yeu who seemed to determined enough to find a target. His nerves still on edge, the loping creature merely observed the demon. His stature and weaponry gave him a dignified posture of a warrior, yet why with his talents would this warrior choose to stay in 'honored' position as the bodyguard to the sloth-like Prince of Air. Snorting in disgust at the various second-hand accounts provided by his own bespectacled Master, who was less than appreciative of the lazy Prince. His own ears shot up in attention as an earth-shattering roar ripped across the park, prompting his warrior to bound away with surprising speed. Growling in his own frustrating as the hound trotted as fast as his paws could carry him in his sickened state.

By the time he managed to step into the bloodbath of an area where a foul-looking behemoth of an ape lay dead from multiple wounds, a blade still stuck it in gut. Yet, the carcass was not his main focus of his muddled senses as he perked up his ears to caught the conversation between Yeu and the 'human?' girl. The demon was taking a serious risk in invading the personal space of the human..Who knew what she was capable of. Within moments of hearing ”You have tainted blood.” from the bored voice of You, that was something his Master would be very interested in.

Shaking his head clear of the overwhelming smells, the hound took a very daring risk that could result in a very bloody mess, both political and personal. Bounding toward the pair with surprising speed, his tongue lolling out as he sprang into the air running it over the small pool of blood running onto the dagger against the girl's neck. With a none to graceful landing, the hound merely panted once at the pair before bursting into grey ashes.

Inferno-Vincent Price

Within minutes, his bleeding paws slammed against the wooden flooring of the Library much to the disgust of several on-looking attendants who would have to clean the floors once again. Finally reaching his destination with a loud exhale as the beast collapsed at the feet of his Master's desk who merely looked over his book with little interest. Vincent's patience wore thin as the large creature began to whine in a pathetic way with his lengthy tongue soiling his floor with drool and..blood? Arching a brow as the man merely withdrew an obsidian colored book from his desk, the front with characters of an unknown language with silver coating to them. Going around his desk, Vincent swiped a spare handkerchief across the lolling tongue of the beast, observing as the crimson liquid greedily sucked into the pale cotton fabric. Placing the cloth on a winter-white page of the mysterious book, as the title page slowly began to form words like in blood-red ink as the name Ryuu Shosuke formed.

Cold blue eyes merely blinked at the name with little interest as the meniscus amount of information from the Jackal's mind and the specimen's blood began to fill in the once blank pages. A faint smirk appeared on the man's face as an odd fact appeared on the pages..The human girl was half-demon. How interesting..It was not very common for demons to spawn offspring with humans. Well, at least for the offspring to survive. Pushing his glasses up to his face, Vincent barked a few orders to passing attendants for them to search for their current records of any 'relations' of his kind and Humans. This could be the beginning of a very different type of search..

A loud whine disrupted his thoughts as the soiled muzzle of Jackal pressed against his knee yearning for praise. Gently stroking the rough fur of the beast with his free right hand before Vincent asked the beast "Now how exactly did you get this interesting sample..hmmm Jackal? I would hate to have any unwelcome guest ranting that you molested them..." The beast merely snorted and rolled his eyes at the comment before settling himself at the feet of his Master. The man in charge merely propped open his newly discovered book and slowly turned the pages..This was an interesting day indeed.

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Character Portrait: Ryuu Shosuke Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Nathaniel K Jenova Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Ryuu risked the chance to look in Nathaniel’s direction just as he laid the finishing blow to the demon snake. She pushed back the demons apes’ fist, swinging her sword in an arc as she herself was pushed back from the ape’s fist. “Yes, please hurry and find Akio and make sure he’s with Julius and Evangeline! I trust his skill as a swordsman but he isn’t ready yet for a fight with a lesser demon. Although he can hold his own he won’t last long so make sure he doesn’t kill himself in trying to have fun. I’ll deal with this one and go find Aura, so hurry up and go!”

Running forwards once more, Ryuu raised her sword prepared to cut at its side as it raised both its fist to crush its incoming target. Just before it was able to move even an inch, for Ryuu to side-step the attack she knew was to come the demon ape went rigid. Raising a brow, red orbs caught a glimpse of a sword running parallel to the creature’s shoulders. What in the world?{ The demon bellowed in pain, causing Ryuu to tense while her hands went to her ears to help block out the sound. Grimacing Ryuu took steps back unknowingly. Even after the creatures’ bellow of pain quieted down she could still hear a loud ringing in her ears. “Dammit.” she said under her breathe.

Shaking her head, Ryuu saw that second blade had lodged itself in the demons flesh. This one had no hilt of any sort and was more of a simple piece of steel than an actual weapon. Chains wrapped around the creatures leg, as well as a black substance that at first she thought was smoke was something different, something she had no knowledge of. Creasing her brow, Ryuu watched as the demon ape was pulled to the ground. It made attempts to get up but with the sword at its back and the blade and chains around its leg kept it from moving anything. Realizing how hard it’d be for a person to pull down such a large creature, Ryuu looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of the man behind this act of total domination.

The demon stopped thrashing only long enough to let loose a roar as it looked back in search of its assailant. However its roar was cut short as a small dagger flew to the air piercing the flesh between its eyes. Eyes widening ever so slightly, Ryuu brought her sword up so it was now parallel to her body the moment a man showed up. He plucked his dagger from the between the Lesser’s eyes as the chains that were once slack drew towards him. The blade with no hilt was no longer just a blade but a sword with a hilt that had a rams head design for the cross-guard. Tilting her head to the side in question, Ryuu blinked a couple times in hopes what she saw before her was merely a trick of her eyes. The black substance seemed to be sucked in by the rams head cross-guard.

In that moment Ryuu was no longer paying attention to the man before her. And she realized to late of how close he had gotten to her. So fast? A gasp of surprise escaped her lips upon the cold prick of steel against her necl. Ryuu could feel his lips close to the back of her jaw as he inhaled deeply; frowning in confusion the first words he spoke to her sent a chill down her spine. It took her a short moment to comprehend what had just happened and to understand the weight of his words, “”You have tainted blood.”

As she finally understood what had just happened, rage erupted deep within her being as her eyes narrowed. “You bastard!” she snarled in response. Turning her grip on Chomesku, Ryuu changed the direction of the obsidian blade so it would push him away from her. Just as she was pushing him away something came running out of nowhere. From her brief look at the creature it was a disgusting thing that she assumed was a dog of some sort. Ryuu could feel it’s’ hot breathe on her neck. Taking a step back Ryuu swung her sword in the direction of the dog-like demon in hopes of adding distance between her and it. While it did land a bit away from her it wasn’t by her actions. With a simple pant of its breathe in their general direction the Lesser went with a poof, leaving only grey ashes to ride the gentle breeze that passed through the park.

Her anger forgotten in the heat of the moment, with the Lesser now gone Ryuu placed her hand alongside her throat. She could feel warmth seeping through her skin. Glancing down at her hand Ryuu saw a smear of blood but it was very little thankfully. He only nicked me. Why? He could have easily killed me with his dagger. Looking back up at the man before her, Ryuu had already guessed he wasn’t close to human considering how fast he moved. “I should say the same about yourself. You’re not human, no human being could have possibly moved that fast let alone get so close without me noticing. I hope your prepared to lose a limb. I don’t appreciate being cut while being told my blood is tainted by the likes of you.”

Glaring at him, Ryuu raised her sword in a somewhat offensive position. But it was to where she could easily shift its placement to block an attack coming from him if so dared to do so.

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Character Portrait: Ryuu Shosuke Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Yeuri

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“You bastard!” At the accusation, Yeuri merely blinked with a casual smirk to his face. Another previous assumption confirmed- she had a fiery temper, just like her hair. He had leaned back a bit so that his eyes were almost completely focused on her face, interested as to her responses. However, at the motion of her hands, his intent amber gaze was torn from her eyes to watch as she turned her blade in what he expected was to be a cut to his person, but was instead a blunt press by the flat of her blade in attempt to push him away from her.

His gaze was calculating, but the smirk on his lips spoke amusement at both the fact that she didn’t actually try to attack him, as well as her somewhat naïve notion that she’d be able to force him off his feet or off his center of balance. He humored her by taking a few small steps backwards, though he didn’t underestimate her prowess, nor the look of hatred that burned at her facials.

However, as soon as he had shifted away from her form, a low creature suddenly sprang forward out of nowhere from behind him, somehow managing to jump high enough and keep its limbs close to its body as to not knock the girl over. It took Yeu only a fraction of a moment to register the creature as Jackal. As the familiar had sprung forward seemingly out of the air, Yukon had unknowingly reached out his hand in attempt to pull the creature back by the tail, but it was more of an immediate reaction than anything intentional. He had of course missed, due to the creature’s speed and his distance from the almost-collision.

Yukon knew that had been no accident nor a motion for mischief, and by the almost cheerful look to the familiar’s maw as he panted and the lack of cry from the woman, it also had not been a move to deal damage. Before he could really find a conclusion from the beast itself, Jackal suddenly disintegrated into a puff of grey ash, and with it a hardened look filled Yeu’s face. But now that he had lost his object of focus, his attention was recaptured by the half demon from the sudden movement of her hand to her neck where he had let her blood seep.

It clicked in his mind rather quickly, but he pushed aside his musings for the time being. “I should say the same about yourself. You’re not human; no human being could have possibly moved that fast- let alone get so close without me noticing…” He stood quietly and let her make her obvious statements, however, at what she said next, ”I hope you’re prepared to lose a limb,” Yukon’s eyebrow rose, suddenly interested in just how she would manage to do that. ”I don’t appreciate being cut while being told my blood is tainted by the likes of you.” However, as this woman finished her bold statement, an almost cheeky grin made its way to his harsh facials.

”So you’re saying that you get told this a lot by all sorts of races who cut you?” Hard mischief flickered in his eyes, and a smirk tugged his lips up. It was obvious by the sheer context of his words that he was simply making light of the situation, pushing and prodding at the woman to see how she would react to verbal pokes and jabs.

However, Yeuri straightened up as she brandished her sword. A feeling of exaggerated patience- much like one dealing with a small child would have- filled his mind as she actually backed up her pointless words with the motion of her blade. However, no hint of the rather distasteful expression showed on his face.

”There are more important matters that call my attention, and it is merely a waste of time to spar with you while these things stand. That is, unless you’d truly like to risk further damage to both earth and body- your own as well as the other humans here- by trying your arm against mine.” A challenging smirk teased at the corners of his mouth as he looked down on her. He truly only saw her battle request as a means for entertainment, he didn’t even consider her anger or her own challenging tone as serious.

She was a Halfling, she had the disadvantages of human restraints and that made her weaker than he. While she wielded a demonic weapon, he did not truly expect her to know how to use it to its fullest potential, nor did he think the cursed blade would work well alongside her human half. While he would be more than interested in seeing what she could do, and to see her live up to her words, other Lesser demons still rampaged, and if there were any others in his district, he wanted to take care of them quickly and return to Bavol.

The human world was extremely interesting and begged for more of his attention, but he truly did not like being away from his Mistress for so long, plus they only had so much time. It was unwise for the both of them to try to maim the other, especially since they seemed to be after the same end. But if this woman truly demanded a fight and would not let him leave in peace, he would take up arms against her and humor her request. However, if she thought better of it and saw the logic of his statements, then he would force her to show submission and retract her threats.

He used the time given to him while she mulled his points over to return to the side of the carcass of the demon ape. He looked over it blankly, suddenly figuring it might be a bit difficult to shift the beast enough to get at his blade underneath.

He turned to give the red-headed woman a glance, ”So, what shall it be?” He smirked subtly as he regarded her.

The setting changes from true-cross-academy-fidel-city to Inferno


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

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Vincent Price

Flap..flap..flap..."filthy bird"..a female screech of anger..croaky retorts..the sound of a door being slammed open. That last noise roused Vincent from his trance-like state as his elegant fingers traced crisp yellow pages that littered across his desk. It had been a few tranquil hours of silence broken by the obnoxious sound of flapping as a disgusting messenger bird graced its soiled feathers upon his desk. Beady black eyes stared back into blue ones before an ancient caw escaped the bird's lips as it narrowly avoided losing its tail feathers to the monstrous jaws of Jackel who was less than pleasant as the scent of rotting flesh from the bird's body invaded his still abused nostrils. The ruffled bird merely retreated to a nearby shelf, its eyes wearily following that of the large canine who licked his jowls mockingly.

Vincent merely regarded the interactions with little interest as he drummed his fingers across his desk as he contemplated the request..well order had just been given. It seemed that Satan had recalled the search party from the human world awaiting the news of what exactly was discovered. His hands ran down the dried blood-red ink of his book with affection at the sight of new facts to add to his collection..another entry in his Library had caught his eye a faint recollection of 'relations' between a notable demon and a mortal woman. A faint smirk reached his face as he mentally moved one of his 'pawns' within his game of mind chest, inching closer to checkmating the obsidian king. Such a risky move pitting pawns against a mighty king...yet such a plan could work. Gently closing the book with his hand, it shrank to that of a small pocketbook easily placed within his suit pocket.

~Now for the real fun to begin~ Vincent thought with glee as he stretched lazily and stood from behind his desk. With a skillful hand, he quickly cleared his desk of the books returning them to their respective places before calling out for an assistant for a task that had been on his mind for quite some time. Within minutes a timid young demon dressed in a patched suit came before him, he was one of the few in Vincent's circle that did not fall in line with his many caretakers of his library, this youth was one of his personal apprentices. A lanky young boy in his early teens, at least that is what demons would call at the age, proficient enough in knife play, his favored skill set was one of stealth. A faint smile appeared on Vincent's lips as he said "Oh good, I have a job for you Seve..I require your light footsteps. Try not to get caught this time..". The teen blushed faintly as he subconsciously pulled at the loose tie around his neck, a nervous tic he had developed before inclining his head slightly "Yes sir, of course..what is it you require of me..". Running a hand through his hair, Vincent blinked slowly as he chose his next words fairly carefully, weary of the lurking servant of Satan ever watching " I am concerned that the other Princes were lying about the security of their Circles. Nothing is full proof..I want to you to and see if you can find a leak in their Circles. Start with the Circles belonging to the Prince of Air, gods know she is not the most dedicated of workers..Go and come back as soon as you find anything of interest.". Waving his apprentice off with a lazy wave, the youth bowed at the waist before sliding a knife into his palm and asked quietly "If I am confronted..then?". Vincent's smile became larger "If they are nothing to the Prince, then carefully deposit of the bodies. If they are too large of a mouse to handle..then lead them back here. Do not get into risky conflicts though. This is a mission of stealth not outright challenging the authority of the other Princes."

As the sound of silence entered the vast Library, the messenger cawed in agitation as Jackal resumed his stalking of the smelly bird. While Vincent satisfied with meddling for the day, merely draped himself across the sofa adjacent to his desk and shut his eyes in hopes of getting a few minutes of uninterrupted sleep.


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Vincent + Yeuri; Seve + Gore.

This was the first time Seve had ever stepped foot within the circle of Sloth, the environment was like a warm blanket that would strangle the wearer if given the chance. Seve hesitantly placed one foot after the other, blinking his eyes rapidly as unnatural fatigue began to invade his senses. Even the air was a toxic mixture of sweet beckoning perfumes and equally welcoming, but sleepy-looking, women lounging on overstuffed pillows in silk undergarments. Gentle voices called to the young spy in twinkling tones, the youth paused for a moment nearly tempted to join the women in their make-shift bed. Shaking his head rapidly, his footsteps picked up in pace as the harsh reminder of fear crept into his head- it stemmed from the potential of displeasing his ill-tempered Prince should his budding temptation to give into the beckoning temptresses and plushy doom that awaited him win him over.

As the battle of wills began in his mind, he unconsciously found himself sitting down on a bizarrely squishy rock as the warm room encircled the spy like a predator. As Seve loosened the tie around his neck, his eyes became droopy with each passing minute.

The airy beauties blinked sleepily in the direction of the newcomer, each sharing the same desire. Though they looked sluggish and out of it, they held a lazy genius to themselves, and they shifted about on the large plush cushion. One rolled onto her stomach, leaning her chin in one hand and using the other to beckon to the boy in a seductive motion. They could either lull him into a dangerous sleep, or keep him awake in entertaining ways.

Feminine giggles reached Seve's ears as the beautiful women openly acknowledged his presence. Seve let out a loud sigh as another flood of fatigue came over him again as he attempted to wrest control from his brain to reconnect to his sloth-like body. His legs shook as he stood slowly from his plump rock and soon found creamy hands sliding over his upper body with agile fingers before they eased their way up to rub at his tense shoulders. ~This is not good~ Seve thought as he found himself once again sitting. He was even more enraptured by the Circle now. This was not going to end well.

Ears back, shoulders hunched and maw parted, a dark figure shifted through alleys and offshoot pathways in the Sloth circle. His eyes were keen and very alert- they seemed to have a hungry quality to them, and they darted this way and that, almost looking for trouble. The Circles were large and contained many different districts, and the one he was currently patrolling through was that of sweet scents and the sleepier denizens of sloth. But one should not be fooled- not a single demon could ever be underestimated or seen as a peaceful person. Despite this, the district he was now in was a low-level uproar zone, so he strolled lazily, but with aim.

Those he neared did well to sweep backwards away from him. Every demon seemed to know very well of the faithful hound that enforced the Waking Soldier’s demands, and if anyone gave him even the slightest chance at a bite or rip, Gore would take it. Small inky black tendrils pooled under the beast’s paws, leaving a shallow and short trail behind him before dissolving into the air and out of existence.

Gentle fingers tangled themselves into the boy’s hair, rubbing at his scalp in a soothing motion, while others brushed softly against the cloth around his neck, easing the material down so they could better reach his shoulders. A butterfly-like whisper pressed against the boy’s left ear as one leaned in, “What brings you to our parts, stranger?” Her voice was as calming as a spring trickling down a mountain, and as she spoke to him with her enrapturing voice, the others proceeded with their soothing, sleepy motions.

A sigh escaped Seve as his body became the equivalent of a puddle. As the question flew across his mind, he merely blinked slowly as if choosing his words very carefully "Sight-seeing…". His words were slurred like that of a drunk who had downed one too many shots. While in reality his mind was betraying him as he felt his mind slowly become stupid with fatigue. The urgency of his mission seemed to gradually dwindle as gentle fingers eased his stress away.

While there was no pause in the women’s actions, it clicked in their minds that he was a stranger, one who was not accustom to the Circles of the Air Princess. Warning bells chimed in their minds, but nothing changed outwardly. “Sight-seeing, hm? And what exactly are you here to see?” Very soft, mischievous giggles tittled from the lips of the girls, wondering if he had come to see them- though very unlikely in all odds. As one distracted him with the question, the second leaned forward and cupped his chin gently in her hands, angling his face so his gaze would meet her sleepy, doe-like one.

However, the third of the women slipped away from him a few meters, looking around slowly for any ‘guardians’ in the vicinity, beginning to hum a slightly nervous lullaby in attempts to gain someone’s attention. Despite the desire to play and conquer this male, since he was an outsider and seemed suspicious, the only option was to opt for a patroller, lest they too fall prey to the vicious enforcers.

A lazy grin appeared on Seve's face as the enchantresses thought over his reason. It was a half-truth of his sight-seeing as he was in fact looking for any potential security issue within these Circles. Leaning his head back against the plush pillow as the women fawned over him as his face turned to the doe-like eyes of his 'captor'. A quiet mummer escaped his lips "Best sight-seeing trip ever...".

Gore suddenly slowed, his ears flicking forward and swiveling at the bases. The jittery hum of one of the siren-like demons slipped through the air to meet his ears, and he immediately altered his course. He paused at the opening of an alley, looking upon the scene before him. A strange demon had entered his circles of hell, and his Master had not told him of anyone allowed to visit. A horrendous jester-like grin split his maw as he leaned his head down, parting his jaws to scent the air before letting out a low growl.

The second giggled airily, a rosy blush warming her cheeks at the disconnected compliment he certainly must have paid her. A half grin settled upon her lips, and she nibbled her lower lip softly, slowly inching her face closer to his. When their lips were only a hair's breadth away, the growl broke the women's hold. Regardless, they moved all too quickly for their previous slumber-like state, and suddenly they had disappeared.

Chocolate eyes widened as the beautiful vision before him came closer and closer, his own cheeks flushing faintly as he closed his eyes and leaned forward. As a growl of anger reached his ears, his eyes snapped open as the beauties before him were gone and all feelings of ease vanished. Slowly shifting in his pillow as he choked down a gasp as he took in the monstrous guard dog before him, a weak, "Oh shit...", escaped his rapidly paling face as he slowly climbed out of his 'sanctuary’. Reaching into his pocket and feeling for the knife in it as he whispered 'Nice doggie… good doggie…", he slowly began moving back in hopes to find an escape route. ~Vincent and this mutt are going to maul me…. Why is it always me~ Seve thought as he kept his eyes upon the dangerous canine.

A feeling of deep satisfaction settled in Gore’s stomach as he saw his prey look up with terror, as well as the girls disappearing to get out of his way. He slowly approached the boy, a snarl wracking his form. The familiar’s keen eyes snapped to where the boy shifted his hands, but at the sound of the demon murmuring sweet nothings, the canine paused. His ears fell back and his eyes softened while his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His tail remained still, however, and the only reason he had given pause was to play with the poor guy’s mind, as well as figure his next moves.

An audible sigh of relief escaped Seve as the hound paused his advances, still it did nothing to ease his hammering heart as his grip around the handle of his hidden knife tightened.

Blinking and tilting his head sideways, Gore let out a soft whimper and his tail swatted the ground once. Hoping to have thrown off his prey sufficiently, the familiar suddenly shot forward with jaws open and bloodlust present in his eyes. Seve quickly reacted as the beast shot forward flipping the knife upward as the canine's jaws grasped around his arm and hand.Reacting offensively as his weapon was stuck in the beast's mouth in an upward position brutally cutting into the roof of the mouth. Brown eyes watered as the sharp canines dug into his suit as demon dragged the blade back toward the outside of the hound's mouth. It went off without a hitch minus as the muzzle clamped down on tips of his fingers, snapping them off with ease. Blood poured from wounds as Seve inspected the damage… his three center fingertips had been bitten off… even his favorite one. "You stupid flea-bag! I am gonna gut you like a damn fish!" Seve snarled as he made a make-shift bandage from his handkerchief. In truth it could potentially end fatally for the duo… unless a third player entered the game.

Perhaps giving the boy time to plan was a poor decision, but Gore loved to play with his food. Three metallic tastes clanged in his mouth as his jaws closed around the demon’s hand and arm. The first and second were obviously blood- his own and the fool’s- while the third was less detectable as a blade. The black substance that pooled beneath his paws immediately shot upwards through his fur to his jaws, and the two colors mixed dark crimson as the inky material seeped into every wound available. The boy moved backwards, taking his knife through Gore’s mouth as he left, but the creature would never allow such a hit to occur without detrimental consequences.

His hind legs made contact with the lower brunt of the man’s body, pushing off of him- and hopefully shoving him over- before landing a few feet away on his paws, jaws open and a murderous growl dripping from his maw. Blood ran like a small stream from the creature’s mouth, and the black ink dripped from the mixture as well. Seve’s three fingertips slid down Gore’s tongue for only a moment before they disappeared down his throat. The substance that plagued the canine also stung into the boy’s remaining fingers, preventing either of their wounds from healing in any way. It was as deadly as it was useful for Gore, and without Yeuri by his side, the substance could not be retracted. It was only a matter of time before things turned critical if both of their vigor continued as it was. Gore just needed enough time to stall before his beloved Master appeared on scene.

He did not need to wait long, as a loud- though malevolent- chuckle sounded somewhere off to the side. A whimper rumbled through Gore's form, tail wagging furiously despite his wounds. He always got like this when reunited with his beloved Master, especially on-duty. Yukon did not give the intruder the same courtesy as Gore did, Twins wielded in his fists comfortably, he immediately threw the blades forward, the sharp edges disconnecting from their hilts as their long-range function was enacted. Seve had barely five seconds to react to the sudden appearance of the bodyguard, and even less time to dodge the blades that grazed his shoulders before lodging themselves in the stone behind him.

Regardless of where the blades may have ended up, both Gore and Yeu had other plans. While Seve was distracted by the appearance of Yeuri, Gore himself launched forward once more, intending to tackle the demon to the ground and pin him there. Seve distracted by his new wounds, hissed in pain as his sense of gravity was upset as his head collided with the solid earth below him as the heavy weight of the hound on his chest settled. Wheezing as air returned to his lungs, Seve whispered "Some bloody guard dog you have here. If only I could show my appreciation. Unfortunately my middle finger is currently being digested by your goddamn hound's stomach acids. Is this how you treat all your Circles guests...unprovoked attacks". Licking his dry lips, Seve spoke up a bit bolder now "I can see why you were only assigned to be a humble bodyguard, your aim is shit. Even I could hit my mark that far away with a knife..". In truth these insults were in hopes that the demon would just end his existence now, rather than drag him back like a sack of potatoes to a furious Vincent.

As Gore perched himself above the boy’s form, his bloody maw found itself mere inches from the boys face, snarling and rattling. Blood and spit dripped onto the fool’s face as Gore kept him there. Yeu ‘tsked’, his handy dagger twirling between the fingers in one hand as the man approached the intruder. An overly calm look adorned Yeu’s facials, disrupted only by the deadly smirk that played at his lips. "Some bloody guard dog you have here. If only I could show my appreciation. Unfortunately my middle finger is currently being digested by your goddamn hound's stomach acids.” The comment fell mostly on deaf ears as Yukon crouched beside the boys form. Gore backed up only so far as to allow his master a good look at the uninvited guest. With a twisted grin, Yeu pressed the tip of his dagger against the boy’s chin. ”I’d find myself grateful that Gore already evened the blood score, lest I’d be carving the same wound into your face as you sliced into his.” Yeu’s eyes did not leave the boy as he patted his familiar on the head. Gore licked at his hand gleefully, hardly able to contain his excitement. Seve wisely remained silent as he felt the pointed tip of the cold dagger against his throat as well as the extremely possible threat of returning the favor for the hound.

A loud clatter and chink sounded as the blades returned to their hilts, the ram’s mouth opening and collecting the black substance that plagued both forms beneath him. He tightened the distance between blade and flesh, digging the dagger tip into the boy’s jaw with a controlled hand before shifting his attention momentarily to Gore. He clutched the canine’s lower jaw playfully, though ran his finger against the sharp jaws of his partner. He smeared his own blood over his wounds to assist in quickening the healing process. Seve expression turned to one of digust at the process… who knew where that hound's mouth had been besides his poor arm. It took only mere moments before his full attention was fixed upon the idiot who dared invade and disrupt his afternoon.

"I can see why you were only assigned to be a humble bodyguard, your aim is shit. Even I could hit my mark that far away with a knife." Yukon laughed harshly at the boy’s comment, angling his chin up with his blade. [b]”And yet here remains Gore, whom I’m sure you’ve had the pleasure of wrestling with.” His tone was mockingly condescending as he addressed the boy’s own supposed ‘knife’ skills. He had obviously been in very close quarters with Gore, and the boy had been stupid enough to give his familiar that opportunity. Where were his marksman skills then?

”While we could have so much fun just you and I, it would be such a shame to keep you to myself. I’m sure the Second Pillar would love to hear of your misadventures~” He smirked lazily at the boy, retracting the dagger, ”If you give the mutt any more trouble, I’ll allow him to eat what remains of you- alive.” Despite the title he had dubbed his companion with, Gore knew it was one of affection, and whined happily in the man's direction. Yeuri then used his foot to roll the boy over and fasten his hands and feet. He then patted the demon down for any other weapons he may have felt the need to use. Seve seethed silently as his face was once again covered in dirt as well as the invasion of his personal space. Yet once again fear sparked in his mind at the thought of Vincent's request being uncovered by the Prince of Air, that would cause even more turmoil in the Circles... and not in the favor his Prince.

Once that degrading act was completed, the smirk returned to Yeu's face and he hauled the boy up and flopped him over his shoulder as he began his journey to Vincent's Circle. Gore trotted along behind his Master, eyes focused very keenly on the boy with hungry, pupil-less eyes. Seve merely grumbled as he felt himself become a burden to his cause as his head bobbed uncontrollably as the captor began his journey back to 'Home". His brown eyes glared back at the hound who seemed to want another taste of his flesh.

The pristine obsidian floors of the entrance to the Library appeared alongside a few gasps from attendants currently cleaning the remaining filth from the messenger bird from the grand oak doors. An attendant hissed at Seve as he was carried by "You are an idiot...stupid boy..". Seve merely scowled at the attendant as the bodyguard came to a halt through at the doors.

It took awhile for Yeu to finally arrive at Vincent’s abode. Through very prompt discussions with some of the Help around the manse, he quickly learned that the man himself would be in his library. He was enjoying every second of Seve’s humiliation, and prolonged it by taking his good sweet time in getting to his destination.

Yeu smirked sweetly at the women who broke their backs trying to scrub the place clean as he passed with the bloody mess of both Seve and Gore. Anyone fool enough to give him a questioning look received a very loud snarl and sudden snap from the canine at his heels, and Yeuri practically whistled on his way up to the floor of the library. However, as he neared the doors, he pressed his lips together with intrigue as he gazed upon the sheer size of them.

The attendant must not have really seen Gore over their ridiculously sized desk, or properly grasped the situation, for when they opened their mouth to spit a retort at Seve, the familiar in his bloody glory suddenly propped himself up on the surface with his front legs, ears back and a look akin to a rabies-infested malicious rat playing on his features. A very loud snarl shook his body as he snapped his jaws shut mere inches from the attendant’s fingers, receiving a satisfying shriek of horror from the individual. It almost seemed as if Gore had his own smirk as he returned to the ground and quickly caught up to his Master's feet. The attendant’s rage could be heard in swears as her voice echoed throughout the chamber. Seve merely waved off the attendant as the woman puffed herself up like that of a serpent determined to give the gentlemen a sound scolding.

”Fancy doors,” Yeu remarked, shifting Seve’s weight with a slight bounce and gripping his ass a bit to get a better grip, ”It’d be such a shame if someone were to-“ Slamming his foot against the solid wood of the entrance, Yukon flung the doors open. Seve's face was a bizarre cross between pink and white as his body was yet again violated and his Prince's beloved doors were ruined… again... ”-Break it~” His gaze quickly found Vincent’s form draped across a chair in front of an ornate desk. A smirk of controlled mischief played upon Yeuri’s lips as he saluted the man with his free hand. ”Hope we’re not interrupting~”. Rigid was Vincent's posture now as he heard the heartbreaking sound of wood fracturing and the infuriating sound of his irate desk attendant whose voice was practically shrill with words. The beginning of a headache began to form slowly in the Prince's head as his bespectacled gaze switching from his hapless student to the intruding Yue.

Yeuri was never this openly bold with Princes, but considering the situation and perhaps hyped up a bit on adrenaline and mirth, Yeu couldn’t help himself; Besides, Vincent was obviously at a disadvantage, considering it was one of his men that had arrived uninvited into Bavol’s Circles. Pushing his glasses from the bridge of his nose, Vincent slowly sat up from his lounging position before speaking in a deathly quiet tone "Why exactly are you in that position Seve?" Seve merely shuttered at the sound of Vincent's voice before answering "Well..I was side-tracked… and umm". The painful sound of metal being scrapped across wood was Vincent's response as his scythe came into play. Angling the absurdly long blade at his unwelcomed guest's throat Vincent hissed "You place my idiot right there on the floor in front you. Then turn around and grovel to that worthless ditz you call a Prince and pray I don't demand payment for those doors you just destroyed".

Seve let out a sigh of relief at the demand before going rigid once again as the scythe did have an extended range that easily could be shifted downward right into his head. ~Maybe he is not exactly mad at me?~ Seve thought with a glimmer of hope.

Yeuri smirked at Vincent as he rose from his chair and he and Seve had their little chat. However, Yeu was suddenly faced with a massive scythe of deadly metal aimed directly at his throat. He blinked once, his face totally transforming into that of a cold and unamused look. He did not flinch and he did not withdraw his position as the Prince threatened him. ”You place my idiot right there on the floor in front you. Then turn around and grovel to that worthless ditz you call a Prince and pray I don't demand payment for those doors you just destroyed". Yeu held his ground as the Prince ranted at him, but he gritted his teeth as he berated Bavol. However, Yeu took a subtle deep breath and that bold smirk of his reappeared once Vincent had finished.

Despite his smirk, a lazy look of uncaring filled his face and his compromising grip on Seve tightened, ”Nah, I don’t feel like it.” A harshly calculating grin tipped the corners of his lips, and his eyes bored right into the Pillar’s. ”I like his weight, so I’ll be holding onto him, he'd make a good training dummy” Yukon boredly tilted his head to the side, eagerly waiting to see how the man would react before adding some seriousness to his words. ”And I wouldn’t be so bold as to threaten a bodyguard of the other Princes’, considering you’re the one who obviously has some explaining to do. And here I pegged you as the intelligent type.”

Vincent's eyes turned colder as his 'polite' request was rejected along with futher demonstration of claiming his 'student'. Before laughing quietly at the man's idle threat of his position before running a hand through his hair. His hands went up to his tie losening it enough to give Yue a small glance at the massive scar along his collarbone, a gift from the Prince of Earth. Glancing over Yeu's shoulder Seve was staring at his Prince like that of a puppy eager to released by burdensome children. Rolling his own eyes at the pathetic demonstration, Vincent slammed the blade of the scythe into the floor, leaving a large crack in the floor as well as a holding place for the weapon.

His steps wandered over to one of the glass cases, and laying on a plush velvet pillow was his former teacher's prized blade. Fingers caressed the case idly as the top buttons of his shirt were undone, fully revealing the scar left by the Prince of Earth. Vincent's voice was soft as he spoke "Beautiful isn't it, left by an actual Prince. It was a gift from a disgruntled Prince of Earth who was not exactly celebrating my rise to this rank. A true warrior, unlike your Prince. Besides, I don't owe YOU an explanation as to why your Circle was so easy to have Seve do a bit of reconnaissance. As you can see it was a tad difficult to come into my Library unnoticed". As if on cue, a meek-looking blonde female dressed in a similar to the desk attendant from before came from around one of the shelves with a bottle of wine in her hands. Quietly placing it on the desk along with two glasses, the women worriedly bit her lip as she took note of the situation before darting away as the icy gaze of her Prince came upon her as he approached his desk.

Vincent merely perched himself along the end of his desk before popping the cork of the bottle with a knife. His voice was still pleasant "As a matter of fact, this was supposed to be a celebration of Seve's success. I would still consider this mission a success, given that it was child's play for Seve to enter your Circle.". Seve let out audible sigh as he begin to fear for his ass and life at the same time. A loud snuffle came from behind Vincent's desk as Jackal's bulk hulled himself from his sleeping time only to blink owlishly at the situation he had woken up to. Vincent fondly ruffled the hound's fur before stating, "Since, you have my student in your clutches. I suppose I can share this wonderful wine with you…". So the mouse would fall at ease to the charms of the snake... all it would take was time. His scythe was easily within reach if the situation failed to defuse... although Vincent would to deal with disgruntled attendants whose duty recently had gone from upkeep of the many valuables of the library to glorified janitors.

Yeu merely shrugged at the display of the weapon ripping through the floorboards. He gave Vin an unamused look before simply stating, ”I’m not paying for that either, I should hope you know.” However, as the Prince worked at his shirt, his left eyebrow peaked in slight wariness.

"Beautiful isn't it, left by an actual Prince. It was gift from a disgruntled Prince of Earth who was not exactly celebrating my rise to this rank. A true warrior unlike your Prince. Besides, I don't owe YOU an explanation as to why your Circle was so easy to have Seve do a bit of reconnaissance. As you can see it was a tad difficult to come into my Library unnoticed". An actual laugh split Yukon’s lips at the man’s many assumptions. He practically wiped a tear from his eye with his free hand, but made no comment. Let the Pillar assume what he would, he’d be getting some rather nasty surprises should he act upon his misguided information.

He ran his own hand through his soft hair, easing the bangs from his eyes with a content smirk. The girl who appeared with the wine was certainly not expected, but then again, this whole situation was unpredictable and strange. Vincent seemed to treat everyone the same way, which Yeuri could respect, however, he wasn’t here to sip wine. Gore’s ears perked forward as the large head of Jackal appeared in sight from beneath the Pillar’s large desk. A whine of greeting inaudible to the others in the room left his maw, and he tilted his head in curiosity. The familiar padded a bit closer to the larger jackal with as much ease as if this were his own home. Yeu grinned at his partner, despite the slight unease that crept into his form from remaining here for so long.

Jackal merely huffed at the greeting from the smaller canine. Before opening his maw in yawn as the scents from Seve's misadventure invaded his nose and sneezed loudly. His earrings jingling slightly as the canine's crimson eyes glanced at Gore in an accusing way as if it was his fault the bumbling student had gotten captured. His posture turned relaxed as his belly sunk to the floor in a relaxed manner as the effects of the Circle eased their way into the hound's system.

"Since, you have my student in your clutches. I suppose I can share this wonderful wine with you…". Yeu once more shifted Seve in his grip, though made no signs of giving the boy up. He gave Vincent a polite look before declining. ”While that’s rather polite of you, I don’t drink when on task. I’m sure Gore would be more than happy to take you up on your offer though.”

Vincent merely chuckled at his familiar's display of indifference towards Gore before stating with amusement "See, you should take lessons of how to properly enter someone's property from your familiar. There was no destruction of Jackal's favorite toy or stealing one of his favorite chew toys. That is good manners and will get you places. Not breaking down doors and sexually harassing my poor student". Crimson liquid elegantly flowed into the crystal glass as Vincent swirled the wine idly before questioning "Now what exactly is your task, bodyguard. I am assuming your dearest Bavol hasn't sent you here to practice your groping skills or your ability to ruin people's possessions. Perhaps both... tell me, Seve, has this horrible guard been too personal with you?". Seve merely remained silent as he struggled with his rope bonds in hopes of getting free.

All laughter, all joking, and all mischief was immediately swiped off Yeu's face in a simple split second, replaced with both annoyed boredem and slight disgust at the man's words. To think that he would assume to know either one of them was an insult, and when he made mention of Bavol, everything about him became serious disdain. The struggling Seve was only a further irritation, and Yeuri completely ignored Vincent's words to the boy. He would not stand for this any longer. He had better things to do with his day, and Vincent was wasting his time with both naive assumptions and misplaced authority on the matter at hand. Without a second passing further, Yeu slammed Seve's bound form into the floor- face first. A small snarl rippled past his lips, and the heel of his boot crushed into the boy's already mauled hand. He used his foot's position to lever the boy onto his side before placing the sole of his boot on the side of his face with a completely unamused look, pressuring him threateningly. "You mistake my japes for complacency. Did I say you could move?" His tone was low and deadly as he addressed Seve before looking up at Vincent and crossing his arms.

Seve's face bleached white as pain radiated through his already injured hand. His mouth opened then shut as nothing came out. Was it because of the pain or the fear that rendered him mute? Vincent merely raised an eyebrow at this action, yet said nothing and took another sip of his wine.

"You're as annoying as a small child, despite my own actions. Your doors are nothing, I did not even intend any strength behind that kick; Get a new set. Your servants did nothing to stop me from entering. You insult my mutt with this worthless piece of meat, and act as though nothing is amiss." His eyes regarded Vincent with exaggerated patience and an annoyed look.

A faint smile appeared on Vincent's face "Really now, someone seems to have a temper and hates being jerked around so it seems. Why am I not surprised? Besides this instance was merely a bump in my schedule. As for Seve, I find that he would be oh so appreciative if you removed your foot from his head." His tone was pleasant as if the conversation was discussing the weather not trying to prevent further injury to his incompetent spy.

"Don't waste my time. Send another to me, and I will send you his head." He placed pressure beneath the sole of his boot once more before removing his foot from Seve's face and snapped his fingers with impatience. Gore's ears immediately fell backwards at the sound, and he quickly propped himself onto the desk and grabbed the wine bottle in a flash. He held his head diagonally to reduce spills, and immediately loped after his Master's heels as he departed from the room. Yeu did not look back as he walked past the threshold of the library. He was even so bold as to shove a hand in his pocket and raise his index, middle, and thumb fingers in a light wave of departure.

Seve merely let out a small hiss of pain as the pressure increased on his head for a moment. His face gradually gaining color as the threat of the cruel boot was removed. Vincent's eyes widened in surprise as the intrusive hound took off with his prized wine. A gruff-like sound came from Jackal, the dog equivalent to laughter. Vincent merely sighed at the farewell gesture before lowering himself down to his knees to inspect Seve's head, which was left with an imprint. A faint smile appeared on Seve's face as his hope that his disastrous mission would be forgotten. Unfortunately for him, it obviously wasn't, as an extremely heavy encyclopedia was dropped onto his throbbing head along with a curt "Since you once again proved your worthlessness to me. You are being reassigned to stacking books and cleaning the weaponry. Now get out of my sight." Vincent took another sip of his wine before lazily waving off Seve, who bowed then left. A sigh escaped Vincent's lips as hopes for the mission were confirmed, the security of Bavol's Circles was tight and nearly impossible to infiltrate. As he leaned against his desk, he did not even dare to attempt Chikyu's Circles. That did not mean he was giving up on exploring Bavol's ever interesting manservant… who now owed him a bottle of wine and new doors.

What an interesting day it was for everyone involved.


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Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Cerbin "Cerberus" Hiberion Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Time had passed in the place once called Hell. Time here was different yet the same as its brethren, Aurae and Earth. Night and day were usually only assumed by the change of color of Inferno’s sky. The demons of Inferno associated the bloodied sky for night time while the fiery hues above indicated day. However day and night never really have a time just to themselves, the two subjects seemed to fight over who took to the sky for the time being. A day in Inferno could go by as quickly as a wink of an eye while a night lasted for what seemed like eons and vice versa.

The day before had lasted for quite a while. On the other hand the previous night to this current day passed by quickly. And so the day had come for a particular demon to venture into the Human Realm, to investigate a recent surge of power that had appeared within that world.


The demon known as Satan woke up early as he did normally. It was actually quite difficult to tell time in Inferno but as one grows older they begin to learn the patterns of their surroundings. Unlike most other demons, Azrael had spent most of the night before setting up preparations for the Prince of Air’s departure. Considering her nature for trouble it’d be best to make sure she was decently educated on the happenings of the Human Realm. Staring up at his domed ceiling, it was covered by a magnificent painting of a battle scene long since over. Rubbing his face Azrael got out of bed, readying himself for the day.

Some Time Later

By now the other Princes as well as demons should be up and running. Satan knew that the Princess wouldn’t be up just yet considering her sins nature and he had no intention of dealing with the drama that came with waking up such a lazy individual at the hour he woke up. Azrael wondered the halls of his home for a while before stepping to the side to gain the attention of a messenger. There were countless servants within his home, many of which were free to wonder about as they pleased but one must always stay nearby in case Satan need their service. The messenger seemed a bit nervous at having been called on his king. It wasn’t every day that a Superior Demon of such a low ranking would come face to face with such an influential character.

Azrael towered over the poor soul, who dared not look his king in the eye, a grim expression on his face. “I need you to send a message to the Prince of Air.” the messenger nodded in a meek manner. The reaction made Azrael wish he could laugh but doing so wouldn’t help him much. Placing his hands behind his back, Azrael went back into the hallway tilting his head in a way that indicated he wanted the messenger to follow him. “You are to use your Gate to enter the Human Realm, and you may take your subordinate along with you. A package should have been delivered to you last night holding information that you will need to know while in the Human Realm. You are to leave soon after receiving this message.” Azrael stopped reaching for the paper the messenger had used to write down everything he heard. Skimming over the majority of it Azrael handed it back to the messenger, “Send this to the Prince of Air soon but not yet. There are still a few more preparations that need to be made.” Nodding in that manner of his the messenger scurried off.

Azrael now stood in front of his throne room, this one was slightly different from the room he had been in when talking with the Princes a few days before. This particular room was for public use and with that in mind, as he sat down on his throne with a huff Azrael made a motion with his hand a dark shadowy substance cloaked him entirely. This was the guise he took when he was in front of the public; it was meant to intimidate those around him. With a bored expression he let out a sharp whistle and Malice soon appeared at his side. Grabbing the dogs muzzle fiercely with one hand, Azrael leaned forwards to relay a message. “Tell your brother that a Prince and her subordinate will be arriving in the Human Realm very soon. He is free to protect my daughter as he sees fit. No one must know of her existence, at least not yet.” Settling back into his chair, he pushed aside the dogs muzzle with distaste. Malice shook his head and walked away storing the message to be sent at a later time. For the time being now that all was prepared, Azrael had the message to Bavol be sent.

Shortly after having the message sent a servant scurried over to where he was. Looking down Azrael spoke in a gruff manner, "What is it?" The servant flinched but then straightened to his fullest height. Azrael then noticed the emblems on his breast pocket, they were the ones normally associated with The Prince of Fire. Eyes narrowing, the servant cleared his throat, "Ah Prince Vincent wishes to hold an audience with you." Azrael raised one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he sat back against the throne. Staring at the servant, Azrael snarled "Well bring him in then."

Quickly nodding, the servant rushed to fetch his Prince. It did not take long for the demon himself to stroll in bringing with him a triumph air about him and a smirk to go along with it. Already Azrael began to regret allowing this demon of a man to become a Prince but it was really a feeling than anything else. "What is it that you wished to discuss with me?" Resting his cheek against his closed fist Azrael listened to treacherous words spilling from the man’s lips. As Vincent explained this act of treason Satan's temper began to flare and it was obvious by the way his illusion rippled and snapped around him to reveal his furious figure underneath.

Finally when Vincent showed the proof, it was the last thing to poke at Azrael's calm anger. Once again the King of Demon's shattered the arm of his chair. Standing as he did so, Azrael held the remaining clumps of marble in his clawed hand before tightening it in his fist pulverizing it into mere dust. Watching drift to the ground Azrael spoke, his voice strained as he kept his fury in check. "I believe we have a envious princess to meet." And with that being said, Azrael brought his arm up as he walked through the entry way of the throne room ordering the guards to follow. Soon enough they stood before a wall that curved towards them to the sides. Embedded in the wall were twelve doors, each one unique in the way it appeared. Between every three doors were ones that were larger compared to the rest. Above each of these doors was a crown with symbols etched into the doors frame that hinted towards the other end. The middle door had airy markings and so it was the one Azrael picked out of the three.

Pushing the double doors open they were flooded with new sounds and images as they entered the Princess of Air's personal circle. Those who resided in her circle stepped away in fear of the soldiers marching down the streets and towards the Princesses home. Although he was Satan, he cared little for the protection one should have considering his rank. Azrael led the menacing group with purpose. The demon knew exactly where she and her subordinate would be and it did not take them long to arrive just as Bavol and Yeuri were getting ready to depart through her personal Gate. "Seize him!" he bellowed, motioning towards the gray haired fellow standing close to Princess of Air. In response to his words, the guards pushed Yeuri back with their glaives until he no longer stood beside his Princess until they were able to form a four person diamond.

Still wrapped in his illusion, Azrael was a menacing sight to behold. Their looks of bewilderment and opposition towards Azrael's actions annoyed the demon. Walking over to the treasonous demon that was Yeuri he growled, "You are a treasonous fool, Yeuri, and thus with all who commit treason towards Satan you will be under arrest and sentenced to death." Looking down at the young demon, Azrael hated the idea of letting such a snake get so close to his inner courts. Ignoring any and all please, Azrael turned to face Bavol. "As for you, you are hereby excused from this mission. I know not the extent of your subordinate’s treason a d thus I cannot allow you to go to the Human Realm. You may visit him if you like but under supervision of course." By now he had calmed quite a bit, so his illusion wasn't flickering as it had been before.

"Take him away" clasping his hands behind his back Azrael away. Two of the six guards that had accompanied him walked at his side just slightly behind him while the remaining four escorted a now cuffed Yeuri to Purgatory.


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

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Yeuri + Gore

Strange gurgles, clicks, chirps, and whines emanated from the sickening form that was Gore laying on his back over his master’s feet. Yeuri was busy running his fingers and palms through the creature’s belly fur at a very quick pace, rustling and mussing up the fur, and Gore was having a fabulous time. He wiggled happily and his tail thumped loudly against the floor, the strange inky substance that emanated from his form pooled and was disturbed with every hit, rippling outwards and almost seemingly clawing its way as far as it could from its host to snare deadly tendrils into anything that lived. The stairs were no exception, as the two of them were roughing about in the grand front hall of the marble castle they dwelled in with the Mistress.

There was no real threat of anyone walking in on them, despite the large amount of servants and others that visited the grounds as well as the fact they were within the room that held the front doors to the manse, as many did their absolute best to avoid being anywhere near either one of them.

Yeu suddenly grabbed Gore’s muzzle, squeezing it between his hand in an almost threatening manner, staring straight into the familiar’s eyes and commanding the creature’s attention. Gore stilled, a shrill whine rumbling through his body as he stared at the beautiful orbs that belonged to his master. Yeuri’s serious expression soon crumbled into that of a smug smirk, his lips finally parting to reveal a soft spoken affection. ”Mm, such a good little mutt, huh?” Gore wiggled once more with trembling excitement, his tongue sliding from between his clamped jaws, shiny and pure ebony in color, just like his mouth. He whined again, tail thumping painfully against the marble floor- painful for the floor that is. Ink pooled from his mouth as Yeuri released his grip and the hound parted his own jaws, tongue lolling out to the side as his empty yellow orbs glowed happily from the attention.

However, their little love-fest was shortly interrupted as Gore’s fur suddenly stood on end and he flipped over onto his stomach with a rattling snarl, his ears flicking back against his skull. The inky substance that had previously been billowing off of Gore’s pelt suddenly shot back to his form and trembled in dark pools beneath his paws. Yeuri looked up with a calm sort of boredom, which for him always seemed to speak intimidating and/or deadly.

Moments after Gore’s display, there was a knock at the doors of the castle. As the doors opened to reveal the small form of one of Satan’s messengers, Yeuri’s features hardened. They had not been entirely alerted to his presence entering their Circle, which must have been from the Doors of Satan’s realm. While these under Azrael’s jurisdiction were obviously not unwelcome- lest the demons be berated for mauling and tearing the limbs from those under the Satan’s power by the man himself, it was never a pleasant experience or fact when those from other realms entered their territory.

Gore’s form changed, growing ever darker and malicious. The familiar parted his jaws, his snarls thus increasing in volume as well as showing off his unreasonably large, sharp fangs. With no pupils to his eyes and rather just that eerie yellow glow that occupied the entire part of the orb, he definitely looked otherworldly and demonic.

The messenger seemed to tremble subtly, but for the two of them, it was easily caught. But weakness just egged Gore on all the more. However, Yeuri’s index and middle finger suddenly appeared at the tip of one of his creature’s ears, pinching down on the skin and thus immediately calming the monster- but Gore still displayed his own authority through his body language.

Yeu did not speak, only smirked in that automatically threatening way of his, and motioned the man forward with a hand. The color on the messenger’s face seemed to drain away at the fact that he would have to near the two of them. Yeuri was obviously delighted with such a fact, as he seemed to flourish off of the discomfort and terror of others. As the boy neared closer and closer, ascending the steps one at a time, Gore’s eyes were clearly captivated with the messenger’s face. He licked his chops, suddenly opening his jaws once more and displaying those sabre-like fangs of his.

”Message from lord Satan to the Princess of Air.” The messenger stuttered and avoided looking at the two forms perched on the top of the stairs who seemed to be just waiting for an improper motion so as to fall upon him and tear him to shreds. Yeu grunted softly, extending his hand to take the letter. ”Very well. Depart immediately.” Yukon stood from his seat and held the letter casually between his fingers, turning to go and inform Bavol of the news.

The messenger didn’t seem to know what to do with himself for a moment or two, but that was quickly remedied by Gore suddenly snapping upwards onto his feet and raising his tail straight up in a threatening manner, his jaws clacking together as the dark substance dripped from the tips of his teeth while a snarl rumbled and scrunched his face. The boy got the message and quickly booked it with a little whimper.

A jester-like grin peeled at Gore’s lips as he tilted his head and watched the form scurry out of his presence. The creature cackled, returning to his normal form and focusing his pupils on the door that slammed shut. He then turned, tail wagging slowly as he followed after his Master, ears perked and swiveling at sounds that were nowhere near him.

After having informed Bavol and learning of the contents within the letter, the two of them prepared for their departure once more to the human realm. It was, however, undescribed as to why the two of them were leaving for there. Azrael had plenty of other people to do it, though not that Yeuri was complaining. They would be less supervised, have time at their leisure, and rain hell upon the unsuspecting mortals of earth for their entertainment’s pleasure.

They were just at the gates to the human realm, Yeuri going over a few rules between the two of them- such as never wandering too far from one another- when something suddenly disturbed the air of their Circle. Gore had felt it and immediately spoke up as to warn his Master of the intrusion and level of power behind it. It was easy to tell that Azrael had come for a visit. But for what, Yukon could not say.

As Satan approached them from the distance, Yeu settled a palm on one of his Twins, though remained silent. However, Azrael was not alone in the slightest- six guards followed, as well as the Prince of Fire. A feeling of deep irritation and exasperation flourished within Yeuri, and he rolled his eyes. What was it now?

"Seize him!" Yeu did not exactly register those words immediately after they were said, rather he was a slight bit confused. Did Satan mean him? However, it was quickly clear that yes, he did indeed mean him. Gore had made the connection almost before anything had been said. His hackles rose, and once more he grew deadly as to protect his Master. They could take the guards easily between the two of them, especially since they had the quickly-reducing upper hand of distance. But to Gore’s surprise, Yeuri did not make a motion to encourage the notion. But that did not stop Gore from regarding them hatefully. The inky smoke seemed to slide right off of him and it slid hidden on the ground, forming a circle perimeter around Yeu’s feet.

”Is this because of your damn doors, Vincent?” Yukon crossed his arms boredly, regarding the other Prince with a steady look of disdain and boredom. The question seemed to go rather unanswered as the guards came upon him.

While Yukon was of course aware of his familiar’s actions, the others were not, and he had to fight to keep a smirk off his face, which in turn fought with the anger that flared from the accusations that then poured from Satan’s lips. "You are a treasonous fool, Yeuri, and thus with all who commit treason towards Satan you will be under arrest and sentenced to death." As the guards stepped around Yeuri, that black substance slid up their shoes and poured smoothly to fill underneath their feet, tacking themselves unnoticed between their toes and where they could not be seen nor felt.

Yeu scoffed blatantly right in Satan’s face, that same look of insufferable boredom tacked to his face with that sideways smirk of his. ”You’ll have to inform me of what I’ve done wrong, because I do not recall ever bothering to dabble in your pointless doings. As for both your reckless and pointless seizing of myself with no evidence or notice I’d think it wise to ask of my side of this apparent fairy tale.” As Azrael looked down at him with pure hate, Yeuri’s smirk only grew bigger in a state of momentary insubordination, and he even went so far as to plant a kiss on the man’s nose. However, his humor quickly broke and a harsh look filled his features. ”So doll, I’d suggest getting facts straight before making yourself look like a rash and paranoid ruler in front of a Circle full of demons who react poorly to such things.” His tone was matter-of-fact and otherwise bland as he regarded the king of hell lazily.

Yeuri fully expected to get some sort of physical punishment for his words, but he didn’t care. It was delicious to feel and see the reactions that those present were feeding him. He looked unfazed by the whole situation, and Gore was suddenly there behind him in the diamond of guards. The creature lifted himself onto his hind legs, supporting his weight by placing his front two on Yeuri’s back, and his muzzle disappeared into one of the demon’s back pockets. Before anyone could stop the creature, he darted away, item in mouth, which certainly looked suspicious as hell. Anyone watching closely enough would have caught a momentary flash of a thin, wooden object before it disappeared down Gore’s gullet. The creature swerved lightly and forced itself between Bavol’s legs, sitting between her feet. He regarded oeveryone coldly with those creepy eyes of his, but otherwise he remained complacent.

However, should anyone near him with the intent to retrieve that strange little item, he would disappear from sight into the shadows.

As Satan ordered the guards to escort him to Purgatory with his cuffed hands, Yeuri let out a huff of air. ”I can walk fine on my own, boys.” These words too seemed to be missed as they forced him forward. As Yukon was being led away, he turned his head to regard Vincent. His face was expressionless as he considered the Prince of Fire.

This was going to be entertaining.