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a part of Equipoise, by Polarisbear12.

Home of the Demons

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♛ Inferno ♛

Despite its name’s reputation, Inferno is quite the opposite. There are nine circles of Hell that are more web-like in structure, the circles shooting out from a central realm where Satan resides. Three circles cluster around another central realm where a Prince resides. A loose hierarchy is in place where Satan is the ruler and is advised by the Three Princes. Although it was originally called Hell but after the war for unknown reasons their worlds name was changed to Inferno in hopes to relieve the tension that arose when one thought of Hell (Inferno). However because of the current Satan’s previous acts as Satan has led to opposing parties to gain favor and grow in number. There are those who wish to destroy Satan as well as his ideals but there are also the few who stand with Satan on his ideals of unifying the worlds.
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Inferno

Home of the Demons

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Inferno is a part of Equipoise.

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Vincent Price [31] "Did you know Rome was doomed to burn..corruption is just another type of fire.."
Satan Azrael [28] "Yes I am Satan, I can do as I please and my don't you look like fun thing to play with."
Chikyū [17] *Grunts* *Stares* "What?"
Alvina Erinyes [12] " Money talks, so unless you have some, we have no business"

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

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Satan Azrael


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Bavol



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yeuri





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chikyu


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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


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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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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Bavol



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Yeuri





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

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

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

Hypocrite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Bavol



“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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Detritus Astaroth Character Portrait: Cerbin "Cerberus" Hiberion Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Azrael


The demon who wielded the strongest power in all of Inferno; the demon who feared nothing, this very demon who sat upon his throne wore a look of worry. Azrael sat upon his throne in a slouched position as would on any other day. However something was off by the way he held himself. If one looked closely enough they’d see that his index finger tapped the arm rest impatiently. Then there was the sour look on his face as if he had just eaten a lemon, which wasn’t all too unusual for the demon that held the title Satan.

Sitting upon his throne, Azrael rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked back up to stare off into space. His facial expressions changed rapidly from being that of a worrisome father to a sour old man, Azrael was not in the best of moods at this particular moment. Resting his head against his propped up elbow, he continued to stare off into space until finally he sat straight up as if surprised by something only he could see, which made some sense. However it wasn’t something that he could only see but rather what only he and a select few were aware of. That his daughter was living in the human realm, he did make sure that his most trusted subordinate and friend went with her to watch over her. And at a time like this Azrael was getting impatient as he was waiting for Cerbin to give him his report.

What is he doing? Realizing he was no longer in his usual position, Azrael sat back making sure to take up his leisurely pose. That way if someone happened to come by him they wouldn’t think anything was wrong. Pressing his fingers to his lips, the Demon King rubbed his chin in impatience. “This has gone on long enough.” Curling his index finger and thumb so that their tips almost touched each other, he brought them to his lips and let loose a sharp whistle. Within a matter of seconds a rather intimidating hound came creeping in. It was a lesser demon by the name of Indigo and it was also Cerbin’s brother. Hopefully the other one is with him.

The dog looked up at him expectantly, awaiting his orders. Leaning down Azrael grabbed the dogs muzzle tightly and brought it closer to his face; upon doing so Indigo let out a small whine, not out of fear but more so from the sudden action. Azrael glared at Indigo as he spoke, “Cerbin! What the hell are you doing? Why haven’t you given me your report yet? What goes of my daughter?” His words were commanding and they held the faint note of irritation from waiting. It took only a few moments of his time for Cerbin to reply to his demanding questions.

As he listened to Cerbin’s report, his impatient tapping turned into something else entirely. Gripping the edge of the arm rest, cracks formed until finally the most vital bit of information given to him came. “WHAT!?” his surprise ripped through the air and was accompanied by the sound of marble crumbling under his show of strength. Indigo yelped as some of the marble fell on his paws but Azrael merely ignored him and glared at the mess he had made.

“Damn. I wouldn’t have thought they’d attack her let alone be anywhere near her. You said you encountered Astaroth, which means the rest of them are will be in the vicinity. Cerbin listen good, do not under any circumstances let them find out who you are. And do not let them anywhere near Aura. Trouble has been brewing in Inferno and news of my daughter living in the human realm will do me no good. Not right now. I’ll have a messenger call the expedition team back. On the other hand if you can, try to get rid of as many Lesser demons as you can, if there are any left, simply so they no longer have a reason to stay. That is all.”

With that having been said, Azrael pushed Indgo’s muzzle out of the way as he sat back in his throne once more. Contemplating what exactly his next course of actions would be Azrael settled with bringing them back. Standing up Azrael reached behind his throne, grabbed a billowy cloak and with an elegant twirl of ghostly fabric donned on his public illusion. In a matter of seconds the ghostly clothe enveloped his body in a dark misty substance as horns capped his head and his eyes took on a feral glow. “Good this will do.” even his voice changed taking on a more gravely tone to it. And just like a phantom of sorts, Azrael left the throne chamber in search of a pair of Lesser’s who would be able to carry out his task.

It didn’t take him too long to find them. They were small grotesque avian creatures, their wings barely held their feathers so all one could see was their skeletal frame, and the few patches of feather they had had long ago lost their beautiful shine. There were three of them to be exact, each one varied in size with the smallest one having the least amount of feathers. “Inform the expedition team to come back at once, they’ve dealt with the problem and they seem to be having far too much fun messing with the humans. Besides didn’t I ask them not to kill any of the Lessers.” Unlike most other Lesser demons there were very few who were able to copy down intellectual speech. Most often they died out because this unique trait left them weak and therefore vulnerable to the more predatory of its group.

Azrael sent off the messenger birds the moment he finished his message via a reverse summoning. So now all he can do is wait for them to come back and hope that his daughter wasn’t found out.

Amusement Park||Messenger Birds


A dark inky seal formed in the sky above the park, however the seal itself was small so if one would look up they most likely wouldn’t have been able to see it. With a small flash of light, three messenger birds flew through the seal. They hovered over the park for a short moment before going their seperate ways. The largest went to Bavol, upon reaching her it cawed and croaked to get her attention. It even went so far as to dive for her head. Once it got her attention, the bird relayed its message. The second largest went to Astaroth, diving for his head before relaying its message. The smallest went in search of Yeuri and found him messing with a red-haired woman. It hissed and cawed the moment it saw the demonic blade but it carried out its task. Like its brethren, the bird dived for Yeuri's head and began to relay the message.

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Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Bavol



”C’mere.”

Bavol stared curiously as she watched Yeu crouching down beside her and motioning for the girl to climb upon his back - as if offering her a ride - which was exactly what the demon was doing and Bavol could not refuse. Not ever. ”It is as if you read my mind.“ She commented whilst casually gazing off elsewhere in an attempt to not appear overly too keen. ”Well... Since you offered.“ With that, the princess let out a sudden squeal of contentment as she shrugged off her previous calm nature and quickly hopped onto the back of Yeu as the demon hoisted her up.

Once securely seated the princess wrapped her arms round her faithful subordinate as he proceeded to run the remaining length of the journey and take the pair to the gate that would return them to Inferno. Naturally, and mainly through the impressive speed of Yeu, the venture to the gate did not take as long as it would have should the pair have walked the rest of the trip.

Upon reaching the gate and after Yeu came to a gentle halt, the girl managed to hop off the demon with ease and landed safely to the ground. ”Thank you Yeu.“ Offering a smile the female made her way over and stood in front of where the gate was placed, raising a hand and using her powers as the Royal of Air to unlock the portal which lead to Inferno, before sparing a moment to glance back to her subordinate.

”Hey, race you back to Inferno!“ She called. Of course, the princess wasn’t going to wait around for a fair race, and within seconds the female raced off through the gate - perhaps the most animated she’d been since being in the human realm.

Upon reentering Inferno and transferring from that of the human realm, Bavol hit the ground with a thud and landed hard on her knees, allowing a mere wince to escape her before biting her lower lip somewhat. Reaching her hands out and spreading them far across the ground the princess gained her bearings quickly before glancing over her shoulder towards the gate - awaiting for the arrival of Yeu.

Once the familiar figure emerged she offered a smirk in his direction, ”Nice to see you caught up,“ She amusingly teased and straightened herself upright so that she now sat comfortable on the backs of her legs. ”We‘re home.“

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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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Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Yeuri

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Yeuri + Bavol




Bavol stared curiously as she watched Yeu crouching down beside her and motioning for the girl to climb upon his back - as if offering her a ride - which was exactly what the demon was doing and Bavol could not refuse. Not ever. ”It is as if you read my mind.“ She commented whilst casually gazing off elsewhere in an attempt to not appear overly too keen. ”Well... Since you offered.“ With that, the princess let out a sudden squeal of contentment as she shrugged off her previous calm nature and quickly hopped onto the back of Yeu as the demon hoisted her up.

Once securely seated the princess wrapped her arms round her faithful subordinate as he proceeded to run the remaining length of the journey and take the pair to the gate that would return them to Inferno. Naturally, and mainly through the impressive speed of Yeu, the venture to the gate did not take as long as it would have should the pair have walked the rest of the trip.

Upon reaching the gate and after Yeu came to a gentle halt, the girl managed to hop off the demon with ease and landed safely to the ground. ”Thank you Yeu.“ Offering a smile the female made her way over and stood in front of where the gate was placed, raising a hand and using her powers as the Royal of Air to unlock the portal which lead to Inferno, before sparing a moment to glance back to her subordinate.

”Hey, race you back to Inferno!“ She called. Of course, the princess wasn’t going to wait around for a fair race, and within seconds the female raced off through the gate - perhaps the most animated she’d been since being in the human realm.

Upon reentering Inferno and transferring from that of the human realm, Bavol hit the ground with a thud and landed hard on her knees, allowing a mere wince to escape her before biting her lower lip somewhat. Reaching her hands out and spreading them far across the ground the princess gained her bearings quickly before glancing over her shoulder towards the gate - awaiting for the arrival of Yeu.

Once the familiar figure emerged she offered a smirk in his direction, ”Nice to see you caught up,“ She amusingly teased and straightened herself upright so that she now sat comfortable on the backs of her legs. ”We‘re home.“


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Yeuri




”Thank you Yeu.“ Yukon dipped his head before resting his hands on his hips and leaning back until he heard his spine crack a few times. He let out a content sigh before peering down at Bavol as she opened the gates.

”Hey, race you back to Inferno!“ Suddenly his Mistress was already gone through the portal, leaving him completely in the dust. Letting out a groan, he sprang into a run, soon disappearing behind the wall back into the realm of Inferno. He came to a running stop and skidded slightly as his feet once more hit familiar ground and the heat of their world enveloped him.

However, as soon as he appeared, the semi-teasing voice of Bavol rang in his ears, ”Nice to see you caught up.” Yeu snorted derisively, straightening up and towering over her with his own wry grin as he flared his nostrils once. In reality, he had turned up only moments after Bavol, and didn’t even bat an eyelid to her comment.

”We’re home.” Yeu nodded, walking up to his Mistress and placing his hand on her lower back to guide her back to their domain.


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As Bavol gradually got to her feet she soon felt that guiding hand of Yeu placed securely onto her lower back as the pair of them began to walk back to their domain. With each step the demons took the princess remained close to her subordinates side and rarely spared even a mere glance at any other figure they passed within the circles, her focus entirely placed on the path ahead of her and occasionally up towards Yeu in a rather curious manner.

On one such occasion as her eyes locked onto the towering demon at her side, she piped up in a soft tone to her subordinate, ”Say… Yeu. It‘s been such a hassle of a day and I feel so worn out… I think I would rather enjoy a nice soak, wouldn‘t you agree?“ Awaiting his answer she peered up at the male on her tiptoes and placed her face a little closer to his own. ”Come on Yeu, cheer up a little! Some chill-out time would do us both a world of good. Especially you.“

Grinning whole-heartedly the girl pulled away from her subordinate and proceeded further down the path with a small skip in her step, knowing that they were close by to their desired destination. As her joyful pace quickened slightly the princess skipped along and bypassed the demons that lingered around the place, her attention now centered on retreating to her beloved hot springs and lands of leisure, if Yeu would permit it.



As they walked the paths of their circles, Yeu’s gaze never strayed to the princess, but rather anywhere but. The harsh lines had returned to his face, yet he looked bored and intimidating at the same time. He glared at anyone they had to move by, and not a single one of them met his cold eyes. While he could feel Bavol’s eyes on him occasionally, her protection came first, and making eye contact with her while they walked would distract him from staring down everything else.

However, when her soft little voice met his ears, his sights were immediately glued to her face in attention. ”Say… Yeu. It‘s been such a hassle of a day and I feel so worn out… I think I would rather enjoy a nice soak, wouldn‘t you agree?“ As she spoke, they had of course stopped moving, and he simply looked at her as she made her supposed-question-but-really-a-suggestion. The tips of his lips turned up subtly in that of a small smirk as he of course could never deny his Mistress’s little voice when she asked for things he was able to provide for her.

As her face neared his with slightly pleading eyes, his eyes locked onto hers coolly before slightly arching an eyebrow and looking around the area before resting his hand on her head and sifting his fingers through her hair in a sort of ruffling affectionate gesture. He completely agreed with her reasoning on relaxing, as it would be nice to soak his muscles after work, and he wasn’t opposed to ridding himself of the blood that stained his form. ”If you wish.” He had long withdrawn his hand, and his previous position had been regained as Bavol began to skip off down the familiar white-washed stone paths to her domain. He put his shoulders back and shoved his hands into his pockets, adopting a laid-back look as she wandered from him.


As Bavol continued on her way along the path the girl quickly grew more oblivious to that around her as the excitement built up within her at the thought of returning home. However stopping slowly moments after and staring back at her subordinate who seemed more laid-back, the girl called out, ”I’ll see you at the hot springs, slowpoke.“ Her words, both teasing and good-willed, were merely an attempt to further loosen up her subordinate who, despite seeming unbothered and leisurely, was likely still the seriously-serious Yeu that she knew very well.

Upon reaching her domain and reacquainting herself with the familiar surroundings once more the princess wasted little time in settling herself as she keenly hurried through the small corridors and pathways of her home before finally reaching her treasured hot springs. The springs weren’t that far really, and even better, her bed chambers were located close by at an arms length. It was no wonder Bavol enjoyed relaxing here.

As she eyed up the springs that lay bubbling before her the young demon gave a sigh of contentment as she felt the wonderful warmth from the water against her being. She treasured the feeling that much the girl was almost ready to dive right in without a further moments thought, though stopped herself just before. Instead she knelt down at the side and sank an arm down beneath the water till it reached her elbow.

”The water is so warm... and toasty.“ She commented mostly to herself, unsure of where her subordinate was at that moment as her mind was fixated on the springs. Whilst kneeling the girl could feel a slight sensation of discomfort coming from her knees, most likely due to landing rather hard on them earlier. By the time her subordinate arrived the princess slowly spun round to meet him, smirking all the while with a giggle, ”You really need a wash Yeu. Lord knows what you got up to whilst I was gone…“ Pausing for a moment when realizing, the girl’s expression changed to a more genuine smile as she added, ”That reminds me… I‘m glad you didn’t get hurt out there and that your still here with me. You really deserve a break Yeu… you work so hard for me it‘s the least I can do.“



”I’ll see you at the hot springs, slowpoke.“ At her pokes, Yeuri merely rolled his eyes good-naturedly. She was so strange. One moment she’s falling asleep or drifting off constantly, the next she’s a hyper ball of energy ready to zoom about and make his life complicated. He chuckled lowly to himself as she ran off, and followed after her at his own pace.

As he entered the threshold of the marble palace, his eyes immediately scanned the area, making note of servants and other such trifles. Pausing for a moment, Yeuri then remembered Gore. The faithful little creature certainly had information during his absence, and Yeu would need to be debriefed. Taking a breath, he decided to let the matter lie and accompany Bavol.

As he pushed aside the doors to the bathhouse, his gaze immediately waved over Bavol’s form to see what she was doing. ”The water is so warm... and toasty.“ He leaned against the doorpost with a light scoff. ”Well it had better be. Because if it’s not, we’re going to have a serious problem on our hands.” As he spoke, she turned to him with a mischievous smirk and a giggle. ”You really need a wash Yeu. Lord knows what you got up to whilst I was gone….“

”Is that supposed to mean you think I smell awful,” His tone was light and airy, and he crossed his arms defensively. ”Because I’ll have you know, I smell wonderful. All the time.” He dramatically raised his right hand and used it to flip his hair back and tilt his chin up in a posh manner. He smirked playfully at his Mistress, padding towards her with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

”That reminds me… I‘m glad you didn’t get hurt out there and that your still here with me. You really deserve a break Yeu… you work so hard for me it‘s the least I can do.“ He chuckled lowly and shook his head slightly, patting the girl’s head once more before letting out an exaggerated sigh. ”You’re a 24/7 job, I can never rest with you underfoot~” Even so, Yeu angled his arms back to grab hold of the fabric of his soiled shirt and pulled it up over his head. He tossed it aside without a care, figuring the servants would be able to take care of it rather than he have another thing to work over, and leaned down to unlace his boots and discard his socks as well. Once complete, he padded away from Bavol, working at the belt of his pants.

”Oh Yeu… you're funny.“ Bavol couldn’t help but laugh at her subordinate's antics and his display of good humour. If anything it was a treat to witness and not something commonly expressed whilst the pair were out and around their circles. ”Perhaps I ought to have you as my jester... not my bodyguard. Wouldn‘t that be interesting?“

As he petted her head softly the girl looked up to the taller demon and smiled sweetly, ”Well, you know what they say… no rest for the wicked,“ She mischievously grinned and gave him a knowing look, ”If I‘m getting a little too much for you to handle then I think it‘s time you retired old maaaaaan.“

Watching her subordinate, she too discarded her shoes and kicked them to the side without really bothering to take the time and effort to properly set them aside. However unlike the other demon the princess was a bit more daring in her approach to the hot springs - which was never a good thing. Getting to her feet and elegantly sidestepping her way over to the edge of the water the female hoisted herself over and into the pool of steamy liquid with a splash, settling into a comfortable position with her back pressed against the side, until realizing just how hot the water actually was and how uncomfortable it felt at that moment.

Almost immediately she began to discard the outer layers of her clothing before throwing them over her head and onto the surrounding ground that encircled the water, remaining only in her undergarments at that point. As she sat in the water a rosy blush spread across her face which was presumably due to the temperature of the water, though really, it was likely due to a small hint of embarrassment that she was unable to hide. ”No wonder they say discard clothes before going in… that was hot. But I guess they needed a wash anyway, even if they are the only clothes I have that have actually been in the human world... I kind of want to preserve the humanly smells…“ Just then she remembered, and turned to Yeu with a look of pride about herself. ”Hey, funny boy! Guess what… I took on two demons in the human world! Though I only fought one, there was still two of them so it still counts!“ Though not wishing to worry her subordinate over her little adventures in his absence, it was always nice to tell of her achievements, regardless whether they be big or small.



”Perhaps I ought to have you as my jester... not my bodyguard. Wouldn‘t that be interesting?“ While she was just making light comment, Yeuri’s expression hardened and all mirth left his features. ”No. That would be a deadly mistake.” He turned to look at her for a moment before wandering over to a towel rack and grabbing two of them. He discarded his pants and wrapped the towel around his hips.

”If I‘m getting a little too much for you to handle then I think it‘s time you retired old maaaaaan.“ Rolling his eyes with an unconvinced grin, he returned to the edge of the pool. ”Never. Besides, who could you ever find to replace me?” He smirked at her, soon placing the towel on the cool stone and slipping into the hot water.

The heat enveloped his whole body, and a wracked sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles against the wall of the pool as he lounged. He ignored the splashing of water on Bavol’s side, not bothering to open his eyes and see what she was doing. She had probably forgotten something or other as she usually did, and by now he left her to her own devices. His assumptions proved right as he heard the smack of wet clothes on stone, and he let out a small, grinning ‘tch’.

As her voice broke the silence, Yeuri split one eye open to look at her with a deep breath. ”I kind of want to preserve the humanly smells…“ At this he snorted and sat up, eyeing her incredulously. ”Everything I came into contact with was ever so interesting, but the smells were not entirely pleasant.” Once more he leaned back against the side of the pool and bent his arms back behind his head, gazing up at the vaulted ceiling.

”Hey, funny boy! Guess what… I took on two demons in the human world! Though I only fought one, there was still two of them so it still counts!“ His gaze lazily swept back down to his Mistress as she struck conversation once more. With a nonchalant grin, he dipped his head, but then looked at her with an interested gaze. "Why only the one?"

”I was only joking...“ Bavol mumbled under her breath, as if being a child who had just gotten told off, as she formed a sulky pout and stuck her tongue out at the demon as he wandered over to grab a towel. Upon his return she immediate retracted her tongue and tried to convey a more innocent smirk with her lips. ”Nobody could replace you, that‘s the problem. I did want you as my bodyguard for a reason.“ Though it pained her at times to admit it, in a good-natured sort of way, the demon did deserve his dues and the respect that he commanded. He was a mighty fine bodyguard and Bavol was very aware of this.

”Unpleasant? But the smells were so wonderful… nothing like that of Inferno.” The princess protested when sensing a hint of disbelief in the eyes of her subordinate, and gave him a questioning glance. ”Besides, I‘m not surprised everything you found was unpleasant, Mr. Grump.“

As the princess sat, her eyes slowly closed together before the girl slumped down deeper beneath the water until she was buried up to the tip of her chin, the long strands of her hairs still adrift along the waters surface. At a glance the demon appeared to be in a sudden state of slumber, though not quite. Towards her subordinates curiosity she replied, ”I was aiding a human if you must know, she was in danger of being attacked by a demon,“ Peeking one eye open slightly she stared over towards the demon, mainly to witness his reaction. ”The human was certainly unusual… she actually summoned a demon to fight for her - it was impressive. I thought for sure her demon would attack me, like the other demon did, but soon enough it was dispelled back to where it came from… and naturally I destroyed the other demon, of course.“

Once both eyes were clearly open, and with a slight look of triumph about her, Bavol faced Yeu more directly before motioning one of her hands and flicking some water in his general direction with an amused grin. She always enjoyed initiating some playfulness between the two demons, with the motives of trying to get an actual giggle out of her not-so-giggly subordinate. ”Feeling relaxed yet?“


”Nobody could replace you, that‘s the problem. I did want you as my bodyguard for a reason.“ Yeuri chuckled lightly, resting his arms on the smooth edge of the pool. ”Mh, you didn’t give me much of a choice~” He flashed his Mistress a wry grin, remembering the day very well. In all honesty, the choice had been mutual and had benefited them both in many ways.

As she tried to defend the scents of Earth, Yeu simply waved her off. In the city it had smelled of rubbish and exhaust, and most of the amusement park smelled strongly of sweat, blood, Lesser, and an electrical smell from something or other. The fresh air that he did catch was admittedly extremely pleasant, but it didn’t last very long.

”I was aiding a human if you must know, she was in danger of being attacked by a demon,“ Yeu abruptly pulled his arms in and sat up with a loud slosh of water. His eyes narrowed slightly and his nostrils flared a bit as his muscles tensed. However, after his body realized there was no imminent threat he relaxed once more with a loud sigh. ”You should be a bit more careful. Humans are unpredictable, and I wouldn’t want that one stabbing you in the back while you weren’t watching.”

”The human was certainly unusual… she actually summoned a demon to fight for her - it was impressive. I thought for sure her demon would attack me, like the other demon did, but soon enough it was dispelled back to where it came from… and naturally I destroyed the other demon, of course.“ Blinking, Yeu shifted his form forward to where his chin rested beneath the warmth of the water, processing this information as his eyes watched the gentle current of the water. Raising his gaze to meet his Mistress’s he shrugged. ”Interesting…. How old was she and what was she doing there in the first place? She certainly sounds like she could have taken care of herself if she could summon her own demon.”

He sat back with a playful grunt as Bavol splashed water in his direction. ”Feeling relaxed yet?“ He rolled his eyes good-naturedly and let out an exaggerated sigh. ”You’re such a child~” He teased lightly, before answering her. ”I suppose.”

Bavol was a little hesitant towards her approach in answering the demon, more so when glancing over and staring at the figure directly and feeling somewhat unsure of how he would act upon her response. After a moment of debating, she exhaled a deep breath and merely mumbled, ”She was a young girl… hardly an adult I‘d say. But… when I asked what brought her to such a place she said that she was taking an exam with other humans…“ Fidgeting and shifting herself about a little, the princess momentarily glanced away and looked elsewhere before quietly adding, ”She said they were exorcists… I was only helping her. I just wanted to do something good and it felt right to do so“

It wasn’t long before Bavol returned her stare onto Yeu and quietly watched the figure for a moment or two longer, studying him almost. It wasn’t till hearing of his light teasing that the girl moved into some form of action and quickly formed a pout on her features, ”I am not a child… I am a woman!“ She corrected her subordinate, attempting to force a more dominating tone though her voice only seemed to come off as more soft and whiny in contrast to her desired effect. ”It‘s not my fault everyone else acts so much older… men are all the same around here. ~“ Shutting her eyes tightly she slumped down in the water and crossed her arms together securely against her chest, shortly afterwards adding, ”You suppose? That hardly sounds reassuring. Try a bit more enthusiasm, dear… and smile.“


”She was a young girl… hardly an adult I‘d say….” Yeuri blinked at this, setting his shoulders back in contemplation. If she were so young, how could she possess the ability to summon a Lesser?

”She said they were exorcists… I was only helping her. I just wanted to do something good and it felt right to do so.”

His fist slammed loudly on the marble beside the pool, the tiniest of cracks forming where his hand made contact. A look of irritation and almost bitterness filled his features in a frown, and he opened his eyes to stare at Bavol with a look of disapproval that stemmed from over-protectiveness. His tone was slightly stressed, but he mainly kept his composure, though his fist remained clenched on the marble. ”That’s all well and good, but you do realize how dangerous exorcists are, right? Of course I’m not underestimating you, but that’s more trouble than either one of us should have to bother with. Humans seem to hate our kind, hell, even demons don’t particularly like us, which is why it’s such a bloody pain to keep everyone down. There’s so many of them y’know? Not that I’m complaining, I truly enjoy my job, but the point still stands.” After his sort of rant, another sigh left his lips and relaxed his hand and returned it to the calming waters.

”Apologies, M’lady. It is not truly my place to berate you as such, but when your safety is in question, especially when I’m not around, is unacceptable,” His gaze softened and he flicked some water back in her direction. ”No matter, what’s done is done. I cannot fully grasp the situation regardless, as I wasn’t there and you insist on being slightly vague in your descriptions. Just… be more careful.” He rolled his eyes in a sort of self-conscious manner, avoiding her gaze for a few moments.

”You suppose? That hardly sounds reassuring. Try a bit more enthusiasm, dear… and smile.“ A playfully challenging look filled his features as he leaned forward and smirked at her cheerfully. ”I don’t smile, you should know that well by now. And don’t call me dear, Ducky, because it makes you sound like an old crone~”

”In other news, I had quite the interesting run-in myself when… dispatching… of my latest task. Quite a firecracker, I’d say. I do believe I've found a new plaything.” His signature smirk returned in mischief as he recounted his meeting with the half-demon.

Bavol was a little caught off-guard by the sudden actions of her subordinate, his outburst causing her form to almost leap out of the water in momentary fright as she witnessed his fist make impact against the surrounding ground around them. The slight cracking in the marble that she had noticed, in particular, had caused some evident fear to exhibit itself evidently within the girls features, however subtle, even though she knew that Yeu was merely expressing himself as only he knew how to, and therefore her brief moment of anxiety soon left her uneasy figure some moment after. ”I understand Yeu… I know your intentions are well meant and that you're only concerned for my welfare. I realize that. And, I know I ought to know better, so I promise to be more careful in the future… and try not to worry you as much or cause you any unnecessary hassle.” With a genuine smile she giggled quietly whilst noticing Yeu looking away elsewhere.

A moment or so afterwards, the princess suddenly blushed fiercely as a vibrant shade of red covered most of her face as she sheepishly faced the challenging figure across from her. Though his form was playful and good-natured, the girl was always so easily emotionally overwhelmed at the slightest of gestures. ”Ducky?! Hey, are you trying to say something!“ She barked at the male in her typical childish mannerism. ”Sometime, maybe not now or later on, but sometime soon… I will make you smile.“ The demon added in a teasing tone, somewhat challenging, before she met his challenging stare and offered one of her own in return. ”You better sleep with one eye open, sir.“

When noticing the all-knowing smirk that had emerged on the lips of her subordinate just then, the curiosity of Bavol was peeked at that moment and knowingly she was prompted to find out more and delve into the situation further. ”Plaything? What sort of… plaything, exactly? Tell me more.“ She asked, her tone drifting between casual nosiness to that of supressed worry. "Not that I would be jealous or anything, you can do what you like in your own time, but just…don't let this firecracker, as you say, take up too much of your time...“ Looking away at that moment, and with a shrug, the girl tried to play down the slight envy that subtly coated her words. Though it was hardly surprising, being a demon that exhibited both sloth and envy, that the princess would occasionally become a little too concerned over those that gained her subordinates attention.


”And, I know I ought to know better, so I promise to be more careful in the future… and try not to worry you as much or cause you any unnecessary hassle.” Yeu chuckled lightly, shaking his head with a grin. ”I took the task knowing of your difficulties. I expect no less, I simply meant that when I am not there, you should be more aware of your vulnerabilities.”

”Sometime, maybe not now or later on, but sometime soon… I will make you smile. You better sleep with one eye open, sir.“ He raised his chin in yet another playfully challenging manner, a smirk on his face. ”Do your worst.”

”Plaything? What sort of… plaything, exactly? Tell me more.“ One of his eyebrows quirked up at her varying tone, but he answered her nonetheless. ”I ran into one of the… teachers, I suppose- Half-demon half-human. Surprising, no? Once I killed the Lesser, she demanded we ‘fight’. Child’s play, though she did have a demonic weapon.” He shrugged lightly, wiggling his toes in the water.

"Not that I would be jealous or anything, you can do what you like in your own time, but just…don't let this firecracker, as you say, take up too much of your time...“ Yeu scoffed lightly at his poor Mistress’s attempt at hiding her feelings. ”I do not plan on bothering her when we return to Earth. There are more interesting things to see and do. However, should I run into her again, I’ll like to see if she can do any better.” He lightly waved his fingers, ”But enough about the human world, I grow weary of such and would like to rest, should my Mistress allow it.”

Bavol listened keenly as Yeu spoke. Honestly, she found the being that he spoke of to be rather interesting, and surprising. The princess could not remember a point in her life when she had met a half-bred creature - doing so would be quite amusing the more she thought about it. ”Trust you to have all the fun, meeting such a thing like that.“ She pondered a moment longer on the matter before shrugging lightly and dropping the subject. As soon as her subordinate brought up the topic of growing weary the female promptly gestured a small nod to his request. ”It has been a long day and you‘ve served me ever so well, so of course you may be excused.“ She said with a smile, before continuing, ”Whilst you are gone I must go and meet with Satan. In the meantime just don‘t get into too much trouble, alright.“

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Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Bavol

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Azrael



The answer he had received from Cerbin weighed heavily on the Demon Kings mind. So my daughters an exorcists how ironic a mirth filled smile dared to play at the corner of his lips. By that time he was back in the throne room and had thrown off the cloak. Thus resulting in his illusion to shatter and revealing a regular demon. Leaning his head forwards so that his hair provided a curtain to hide his face, Azrael's shoulders began to shake slightly until finally it turned violent and a low laugh escaped him. Then that too changed in tone as his laugh began to sound crazy with its crackling sound. However just as soon as it had started it ended with the coming of a surge of power.

Straightening up, Azrael peered through his fingers a cold look in his eyes. "What in Hell's name was that?" The power spike was familiar, one he had felt only a few times in his short life. Bringing his hand to clutch his chin, he began to rub it absent-mindedly while trying to remember. "Bah! This isn't the time to worry of that now. I need to get ready to deal with the Princess when she comes."


Bavol


With Yeu having taken his leave, and the remainder of her day offering very little in the way of amusement and entertainment - at least for the time being - Bavol realized that perhaps now was a wise opportunity to pay a visit to Satan and delve into the reasons behind their prompt return to Inferno. Although by no means was being in the presence of Satan a complete joy for the young female - mainly due to his intimidating nature and high authority over her - a chance meeting with their leader without the continuous squabbles of the other two princes was something that the girl could not pass up easily. Or at the very least she hoped the boys would not be present. With this in mind the princess dismissed herself from her circles promptly, making herself look presentable beforehand, and began to make her way over to where she knew to find Satan.

It wasn’t difficult in locating the demon. After all, Satan was rather easy to find in Inferno.

Upon entering the room which housed their ruler the princess cautiously walked across the room and slowly approached the powerful figure as he sat. On first glance the demon seemed away with his thoughts momentarily, causing Bavol to wisely think before daring to speak to the intimidating older male.

“Satan,“ She spoke with a soft tone, her eyes gradually raising their stare to briefly glimpse at the other demon. When about to continue she paused suddenly, hesitant at first, before a cheeky smirk edged it’s way to her lips. “So… a little birdie told me you wanted to see me?“ Allowing only a mere moment of silence to pass between the pair the young female opened her mouth once more and continued with, “I believe the sudden departure from the human realm was a little uncalled for, Sir. Everything was going well and working out for us, and there was so much more we could have done… if given time.“

Though seemingly spirited and confident in her words the princess knew not to over step her mark in regards to Satan. The demon was unpredictable in his ways, a trait which unnerved the female to a degree and gave her reason to worry. And yet, regardless of the feeble attempts to shelter the truer emotions of which she had now come to feel towards the human world it was rather evident in her approach how much the girl wished to have remained longer within said world.



His eyes flickered to where the Princess stood. The corners of his lips curled slightly, realizing the girl’s intentions of expressing herself. It was quite obvious how much she wished to have stayed longer in the Human realm but he cared not for her newfound interest. Rubbing his fingers against the bridge of his nose, for a moment he let it show of how tired he was. “I see, so you’re saying me bringing you back was uncalled for. I’ll take that at face-value but I have my reasons some of which do not concern you.” Turning his head to look at her directly with a look of boredom, he continued to speak. “Tell me, what else could you have done besides killing the Lesser’s. I did ask that you bring them back alive something you failed at doing, but I guess your first assignment to the Human realm didn’t go without its merits.”

Rocking forwards, Azrael stood up from his seat and crossed the small dial until he stood in front of the Princess. Looking down at her, he kept his hands behind his back and passed her by. Walking to the doorway, Azrael stopped, looking over his shoulder at her with something of an irritated look. “Well are you coming or not?” Leaving the door open for her to pass through, Azrael continued to walk almost aimlessly through his home. Finally they reached a balcony that looked up at the blood streaked sky. Placing his hands far apart on either side of the ledge he breathed in then out. “I’m sure you felt that surge of power from earlier.” He paused long enough for his statement to sink in before continuing. “I may have an assignment for you Princess of Air, but whether or not you choose to take it upon yourself to get to the root of the problem is up to you. I want you to travel to the Human realm and find the source of the power surge. It wasn’t something a mere human could conjure, not even with a summon or if they were half-lings. Find the source, watch it, and report back to me, is that understood?”



Bavol stood somewhat anxiously as she quietly observed the small gestures that the older demon demonstrated, the figure seemingly giving off a hint of tiredness about himself, if not perhaps boredom. To his response however, and with little thought, the princess merely offered, “We could have done… so much more… possibly…“ Towards the end her voice faded to barely a whisper upon the realization of the pointlessness of her own argument. “Fair enough, Satan.“ And yet with the subtle hint of a compliment the girl sweetly smiled to herself knowing that it was perhaps the most amount of praise she’d receive from their ruler. Perhaps he is not the big bad ruler that many have him down for. She amusingly thought.

It had took the princess a few slow moments to finally acknowledge that Satan had moved from his seat and positioned himself over by the doorway - passing the female in the process. It was only when he spoke that the girl finally snapped into action and promptly shuffled herself over to his side before the demon continued on his way. “Of course I am coming.“ She assured before following on closely.

A short amount of time had come to pass until the pair had reached a balcony of some sort that stood beneath the sky above. Walking over and leaning against the frame Bavol gazed somewhat dreamily towards the red heavens that loomed over her and all the while listened keenly as Satan spoke. In response she offered a simple nod and said, “Yeah, I felt it. Though I wasn’t really thinking much about it.“ Curious as to what their ruler was meaning the young princess shifted her stare and focused on the figure beside her, although her eyes soon widened with both excitement and confusion to what he said next. “You really want me to find the source of the power? Well… I mean… I would be thrilled to take the assignment!“ Despite her initial doubts the girl had seemingly overcome such issues rather quickly - perhaps the thought of revisiting the human realm was simply too appealing to refuse. “But how will I know what caused the power surge or what it looks like… then again I suppose that is the point of the assignment, isn’t it? I‘ll have to figure that out...“

When turning and readying to depart Bavol stopped suddenly, turning her head to face Satan once more. “Oh, how long would I be expected to be in the human realm for? And should I find the source of the power surge should I interact with the subject? Entirely for information gathering purposes… of course.~“



If he wasn't Satan, Azrael may have smiled at her ethusiam. " That would be the point." Azrael watched her as the Princess turned ready to depart but something stopped her and she faced him once more. Bringing a hand to his chin, while the other supported his elbow it was obvious he was thinking. "I'll give you a month but I expect you to send reports of your progress every week. Upon finding a lead I'll give you extra time."

Pausing for a short moment, he continued, "You may interact with it, however I will be entrusting you with the decision to destroy the subject if they prove to be harmful to Inferno. Find its weaknesses, its strength so that we may know how to deal with it if it ever does become a problem. You will be leaving the day after tomorrow, and you may bring your servant if you wish. Just know you will be responsible for any actions he takes as you will be representing Inferno in this matter." Turning away from Bavol it was clear from his demeanor that he no longer wished to speak with her.

Once she left, Azrael stared out into the red sky hoping she wouldn't come across his daughter. With a tired sigh and a bow of his head he began to mumble to himself. "Hanael what are we going to do with our daughter." Letting his shoulders fall, Azrael walked to his chambers for the night.



Every now and again Bavol would offer a mere nod in rhythm with the words of Satan as a sign of showing that she was paying close attention as the older demon spoke. This certainly seems more of a big deal that I originally thought. I mean I knew it was somewhat of the importance but Satan is really putting effort into this assignment… meaning I cannot really afford to fail. With a slightly uneasy sign the princess gave a final nod of her head before bowing to the male. When it became apparent that he no longer wished her presence Bavol quietly muttered, ”I understand Satan… I‘ll do as you wish.“ Not really desiring to linger around where she was not wanted the princess took her leave at that moment and made her way from the balcony quietly without disturbing their ruler.

As she left the princess had already decided to proceed onward and continue on her way back to her own circles once more, allowing herself some time to think over the assignment and what would be required in completing such a task. Since she still had over a day or so until departing for the human realm the princess figured she could afford to take her time and even discuss the assignment with Yeu once he returned from what it was he was doing. In the mean time however, until further required the princess had opted to retire to her bed chambers and take yet another well deserved rest for now. Upon entering her circles she immediately ventured to her lair of slumber and quickly grew comfortable a top her bed sheets.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Yeuri

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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.





Azrael


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.

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

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Bavol + Gore



As they were getting ready to depart Bavol could feel her inner excitement build. It was truly one of the few pleasures she got as a Prince -- to explore the Human Realm at her leisure, with her subordinate at her side always. As the pair stood waiting, discussing a few rules as usual mostly to ensure Bavol didn't wander off, a tense air suddenly filled the atmosphere of the sleepy kingdom. A feeling which triggered a nerve deep within the princess. Not of irritable-ness though but rather fear and anxiousness. As she saw Satan her emotions were proving true.

I wonder what he could want at this hour. She thought with a look of displeasure. Vincent was there to and his presence alone caused the Princess to frown a little. She truly could not stand the other rival to the throne, especially as he stood right before her in her own circle. What could he want? And with Satan at his side it certainly wouldn’t be good. Why did things always turn this way for the girl?

"Seize him!" Satan called and motioned towards Yeu. The girl watched as the guards took hold of her subordinate and held him securely, the whole scene seemingly a disgrace in her eyes. As their ruler stepped closer to her subordinate 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." Satan dind't look as if he were joking either. Bavol couldn't believe it.

"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 Yeu spoke up in his own defense, the princess tried to get closer to him but was halted every time by the guards. She whined and pleaded for his release but Satan and the guards took little notice at that moment. Their ruler's focus directly planted onto that of her subordinate, who seemed to anger the demon even more, and showed little worry at his current predicament. Just like Yeu to do that. She knowingly smiled ever so slightly.

"As for you, you are hereby excused from this mission." Bavol's mouth dropped a little with a slight gasp as the older demon spoke. "That's not fair!" Evidently the news did not amuse her. "I know not the extent of your subordinate’s treason a d thus I cannot allow you to go to the Human Realm". The princess looked to the demon wide-eyed. "But Satan!" Her hands fixed to either side of her hips in protest. "You may visit him if you like but under supervision of course." Bavol huffed. "I shouldn't have to be supervised he's my subordinate!" She snapped, momentarily forgetting who she was conversing with just then, as her emotions controlled her a little. Like a disgruntled child the princess didn't seem to drop the matter, her emotions flaring at their ruler, and Vincent, who no doubt played a hand in this.

"Why do I feel like you did this." She said towards Vincent, clearly disheartened with the removal of Yeu, as her feelings shifted from anger to sadness. Although, a small fire of rage did still remain burning within the girl, the desire to strike Vincent seeming more tempting, but she refrained from doing so.

The princess of air watched oddly as Gore maneuvered between Yeu and herself, the creature seemingly swallowing something though she couldn't be sure, before it nestled itself between her legs suddenly. The princess jumped a little as she felt the fur of the beast tickle against her flesh, causing the girl to giggle a little, but she tried her best to suppress the urge. Kneeling down gradually she placed a hand gently onto the back of the jackals head, running her fingers through it's fur affectionately.

At least I still got him. She sighed at the thought, before redirecting her stare towards Yeu as he was finally being hauled away. Raising a hand she waved somewhat, though felt too upset to say anything.

"What are we going to do, Gore?" She sulked, as Satan and his crew faded into the distance before redirecting her stare down to the jackal.

Gore watched as Yeuri was ‘escorted’ away, a low grumble rumbling across his chest and reverberating in his throat. However, at the touch of Bavol upon his head, he shifted his shoulders down a bit and propped his head up into the pat, though he still growled until Yeu disappeared from sight. His tail swatted the ground twice in show of pleasure, but other than that he remained completely focused on the now-empty spot where Yeu had been moments ago.

At the voice of the woman Yeu protected, his head then arched back to stare into her eyes with a low whine and a somewhat pitiful look. However, this did not last long as the familiar suddenly rose from his position and circled around till he was facing Bavol. His back suddenly arched and his maw bent towards the earth. His jaws parted and suddenly the air was filled with the vile sounds of retching- much like a cat expelling a hair ball.

This went on for a few moments until the little wooden object appeared from his throat in its disgusting glory, completely covered with mucus, stomach acid, blood and flesh, and a wee bit of vomit. After having regurgitated the little thing, Gore sat back on his haunches and stared straight up into Bavol’s eyes, his tail wagging furiously and his lower jaw parted from his upper just a bit as he panted happily. He licked his chops and whined lightly, gazing at Bavol with a very excited, pleased, and expectant look in search of praise. With another whine he ducked his head slightly before it came bobbing back up and he fell to his stomach, arching his head back a bit and wagging his tail.

Bavol continued to watch the beast as it rose upward and circled. She always found Gore to be quite amusing even when the thing didn't mean to be, if ever. "Hm?" Blinking with evident curiosity the girl stared at the shadowy creature as it lowered it's jaw to the ground. The demon was about to crouch closer until hearing some concerning noises erupt from the beast. To this, she immediately jumped back and raised an eyebrow.

A little wooden item hit the ground and tugged more at the princesses interest. "What's that?" She questioned and shuffled closer to the mysterious thing. Though upon a closer inspection Bavol was less than keen to touch it, her own insides becoming ever so slightly nauseous. "That's what you swallowed? Oh Gore." As she briefly looked to the jackal she could tell how pleased he was with himself. It was such an adorable sight, unlike that of which came from the beasts stomach. I wonder what else he can shove down there.

Taking a deep breath the princess reached forward and picked up the little device. Bravely she wiped off the excess that stained it, before holding it closer to get a better look at it. "A summoning whistle." A smile filled her features as she felt more enthusiastic towards the little wooden piece. "Gore, what a devilishly smart beast you are." Sliding the whistle into one of her pockets the girl turned to the jackal and lightly placed a kiss upon it's forehead, before joyfully ruffling the fur on it's back. "Thanks boy, you have certainly proven useful once again. If I ever need a brave, smart beast I'll know who to call. You, yes you." She spoke softly to the beast, clapping it once more before eventually getting to her feet quickly. "Alright, I best get going. Gore, watch over the place whilst we are gone."

As he saw the smile on the woman’s face, he tried to mimic it with his own open-mouthed grin. It looked awkward and strange, but because of his admirable attempt, it was also precious. At her loud praise towards him, he puffed out his chest just a bit and his tail thumped against the ground harshly and his ears flickered back and forth as he listened to her words. He whined happily as she acted out more of her affection, to which he accepted very enthusiastically. As she scratched at his back, his left hind leg started shaking gleefully, and he pushed his forehead into her stomach with another happy whine.

She then placed her hand on his head, and he licked his lips again with a small little whine. As she rose, he looked up at her, and as she commanded him to watch over the Circle while she was gone- which is what Yeuri would have told him to do as well- he grew still and formal. He stood from his seated position and his ears tilted upwards and stood erect, swiveling once more to listen to the noises within the large air realm. With a last look up at her face, Gore then turned and slunk into the shadows to go patrolling.

"Bye Gore." The girl said quietly as the beast took it's leave. With that all said and done, the princess turned and faced the direction in which Satan had gone down earlier, before moving herself down that very same path. She had already decided to hunt down Satan, sort out this big misunderstanding, and retain order once more.




A short while later Bavol arrived just outside of the lair that housed Satan. She wasn't overly thrilled to be there in the first place and would have preferred to be elsewhere, if only it wasn't for the fact that her airy world as she knew it was being slowly torn apart in front of her very eyes. She felt that she needed to act and do something, for the sake of her subordinate. Knocking once before creeping in through the door the princess quietly strolled further into the room. A little nervous, clearly, she was a slightly cautious in her approach to the older demon.

"Satan?" She mumbled, if not whispered, as she stood just a short distance from the powerful demon. The girl never dared look at him directly. "I do not understand what has happened, why any of this occurred? Yeu is not a bad demon and he would never do something like you are wrongfully accusing him of." Pouting, she narrowed her stare somewhat and crossed her arms tightly. "Your wrong, I know your wrong. I just don't understand how I can prove it."

Silencing herself only briefly, Bavol thought about how best to plead her case, or Yeu's more rightly. But, given the little amount of knowledge she possessed about the whole ordeal, she wouldn't get very far. She needed answers.

"I think I am entitled to an explanation, Satan."

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

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Azrael


The group passed through the Gates in something of a hurry, Satan still leading the group within his home. He had yet to remove his illusion despite being within the sanctions of these walls. Glancing behind him Azrael studied Yeuri without giving away anything. After walking for a short while Azrael motioned to the left of the hall where a side corridor was hidden. Without stopping the guards forced Yeuri to go through the corridor which would take him to the lower levels of Purgatory and eventually something of a dungeon.

Azrael took long strides not once looking back as he spoke to the Prince of Fire. “You will have to go the Human Realm in Bavol’s place. As I’ve already explained to her all you will be tasked with doing is finding the source the power surge from two days ago.” The two eventually found themselves in his throne room where Satan quickly took a seat upon. The moment he did so the illusion he had kept up fell away. “You will only be given one month to find the source of the power surge. I expect that you will update weekly Vincent. If you do happen to find this power surge I leave it to your discretion to destroy it if it is a threat to us or to study to understand it better. I’m sure you’ll enjoy that more so than simply getting rid of it.” he said dryly.

The demon king was somewhat aware of Vincent’s hobbies but he never really bothered to understand why Vincent found joy in doing what he does. Azrael shifted in his seat leaning his jaw against a curled hand while the other rested against the arm of the throne. Thinking back to what had just been told to him Azrael frowned. Never had he ever thought a traitor would be so close in his midst. There certainly were other incidents regarding traitors but they had been low key and found out by those of lower standing in his court. Focusing his attention back on Vincent Azrael was about to speak when there was a knock on the large door that led to the room.

Had it not been for the sheer emptiness of the room and the short pause between his words, Azrael would not have heard the knock. They were akin to loud thumps that seemed to echo in the room so it was difficult to ignore it. Straightening in his seat he let his arm drop to the other armrest. The corners of his lips seemed to curl upwards slightly as pale red orbs took in the sight of the airy princess. He could see that being in his presence made the young demon nervous. "Satan?" came the quiet mumble. “Yes?” It amused him to see that she wouldn’t look him in the eye. "I do not understand what has happened, why any of this occurred? Yeu is not a bad demon and he would never do something like you are wrongfully accusing him of."

After saying that the girl took on a more defiant stance or so it seemed in his eyes. "Your wrong, I know your wrong. I just don't understand how I can prove it." At this Azrael frowned, his gaze narrowed in what could be conveyed as irritation. "I think I am entitled to an explanation, Satan." Suddenly the king laughed although not at the Princess but the idea of which she spoke of. His laughter was short-lived eventually becoming quiet chuckles and then a smile that made his features seem harsh. “First you accuse me of being wrong in the precautions I’ve taken and now you believe you are entitled to something?” Pausing briefly to let it be aware that he was not pleased he continued. “The evidence that has been shown simply cannot be denied Princess of Air, regardless of your personal thoughts on your subordinate I must do as any sane ruler would do; destroy those who may oppose him.”

With a shrug of indifference Azrael looked over at the Prince of Fire. Beckoning him forwards with his hand, “I’ll let the Prince of Fire show you this evidence.” The Prince of Fire stepped forwards presenting Bavol the evidence which was a small book that upon opening it displayed various images. The images were slow and fidgety showing bits of static at the edges as they gazed upon it. A figure stepped into view they were cloaked and had the hood drawn over their heads. The dim light of their surroundings cast a dark shadow over their faces making it near impossible to figure out who it was they were peeking on. Suddenly the images zoomed outwards showing the building in the dim light. The figure approached a door knocking on it a few times before taking out some sort of thin object and began to make motions over the door. It soon became apparent that what the figure held in their hands was a stylus. Stepping closer to the door the figure blocked their view of the door until they stepped away revealing a small insignia on the door. The insignia was that of a nine pointed star within the star was a half-closed eye and intertwined within the lines of the star what could be chains; the insignia taken up by the factions that had opposed and still oppose Azrael and his ideals regarding the Human Realm and Aurae.

Suddenly there was a flash of light originating from the insignia. Although the light dimmed it was bright enough to eradicate the shadows that had previously kept the hooded figures features hidden. As they leaned in closer to the image it was obvious who it was that had drawn the insignia, it was Yeuri. With that finally shown Vincent snapped the book closed. A sigh fell way from Azrael’s lips as he turned his head to watch the Airy Princess for her reactions to what had been shown. Clearing his throat Azrael leaned in his seat. “That is not the only evidence the Prince of Fire has procured within the last couple of days, however I think that should be enough to show you why I have done what I have done.” His tone was bit kinder but it still held the authority of someone who could easily take away her crown and leave her but a simple demon like the rest. “Now that we have that done with I would think you’d want to visit your subordinate if you do wish to prove me wrong. I won’t stop you from standing for him but keep in mind who it is you’re going to oppose.” It was clear her audience was no longer needed.

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Character Portrait: Satan Azrael Character Portrait: Vincent Price Character Portrait: Bavol Character Portrait: Alvina Erinyes

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Alvina Erinyes


Striding slowly down the dark halls, Alvina couldn't help but let a smile play across her lips, she had spent a fraction of the morning speaking with her tutor about the plan of the day. He was going to address Satan about the treasonous plot that had been unearthed. Alvina on the other hand had to deal with the mundane tasks , to give the façade of normality to start with she had to attend to the weaponry, make sure Seve hadn't slacked off, and check her contracts for anything outstanding.

However that was not the reasons that brought her down these corridors, the morning was well set it, and now she found herself within Satan's domain. Everything so far had fallen Perfectly, and she could not help but feel that it was bound to get better. A large majority of demons did not realize how to effectively deal with competitions outside of combat, yet effectively a right hand man and the Princess herself has been temporarily taken out of the picture.This Delighted her. Especially when with the right moves in the coming time could make it all a permanent removal, for at least one, though it would take work. Such an endeavour was surely accomplish able.

Reaching a set of large doors she carefully, and quietly opened when just enough so she could fit her thin frame through and into the throne room where she found Satan addressing the Princess of air, with Vincent providing the evidence and basis of the accusation. Sauntering now further into the room she levelled her gaze towards Azrael " Satan... it seems i have arrived just in time... My original intention was to offer my services in the suggestion of a search of the traitor's possessions but instead i would be happy to escort the Princess" she said blankly staring across to Bavol " Since we have yet to identify the traitors allies it would be foolish not to take such precautions"

Now turning to address Vincent she actually showed the first sign of respect since entering the throne room, with the slight bow of her head " I have secured the copies of the materials you asked for... as well as taken the liberty to personally organize my assets into such a position in which we might actually be able to track the traitorous faction should they decide to help their comrade" Naturally the first part was true, she had seen to the security of the copied evidence her self. But the second part was not entirely true, while she always had her contact from which she gathered information there was no specific instruction given to them. " Though it is .such a surprise... that a traitor could get so close to a Princess no less and go unnoticed.... Even the lofty can't see the wood from the trees it seems" the last statement was purely added to try and rattle the Princess, who she now watched to gauge a reaction. To further agitate someone in this situation could be very revealing about their character.