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Heaven Help You

Heaven Help You

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You came, you danced, you were suspected by The Prince of Hell to be an assassin, and now you are faced with convincing your demon peers, one from each of the deadly sins, that you are not guilty. (Closed)

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ImageEvery five years, on the night of the blood moon, The Prince of Hell hosts a fabulous dance, to which demons of all sorts are invited. Everyone revels in several nights of mischief and fun, not worrying about social status or class. This year, however, midway through the ball, a plot was uncovered to assassinate The Prince.

That is why you, and six other demons, have graciously been invited to stay, under heavy watch from the guards, until they can determine the identity of the would-be regicider. Something you did, something you said, or something you brought with you makes you a prime suspect in the investigation, and while, for now, you have a nice room to stay in, and plenty of entertainment, one of you, right or wrong, will have to bear the weight of this crime.

Best hope it’s not your head that rolls.


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Envy demons feed off the inadequacy and jealousy of others. Socialites, they often chase after Pride demons, and care very much about their image and their power. They have the power of glamour, to change their appearance and the appearance of things around them.

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Pride demons feed off the overconfidence and self-aggrandizing of others. They are the happiest at the top of the social chain, and have no qualms about doing whatever they can do to get there.They have the power of shapeshift, and can change into one animal.

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Lust demons feed off the sexual urges and intimate gestures of others. Often, lust demons are viewed as a commodity of the upper classes, and they are often contracted off to others to keep their powers in check. They have the power of allure, and can easily convince others to do as they say.

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Greed demons feed off the material desires of others. Often solitary beings, they tend to spend their time amassing large collections of items and knowledge. They have the power of duplication, and can create multiples of items.

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Gluttony demons feed on the overindulgence of others. They often spend their time around upper class demons, and those who hone their talents can even find themselves in the employ of a pride demon. They have the power of mimicry, and can replicate the skills of others.

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Sloth demons feed off the indolence of others. These demons are often used to calm or control unruly demons, and they are often the most affected by their own powers. They have the power of serenity, and can cause others to become sleepy or calm in their presence.

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Wrath demons feed on the anger and indignation of others. These demons own huge swaths of territory, and often battle for more land, luxuries, and demons. They have the power of flame, and can create flames at will.




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Like humans, each demon is different, even within their subclass. Some demons are more affected by their alignment than others. Some demons prefer spending time on earth, harassing humans, and others prefer to play the social game in Hell, trying to improve their social volition. Some demons have better control over their powers than others. Some demons have strong family lines, some demons are alone.

No matter your skills, your heritage, or your history, now, you are trapped in a game of social deduction. You know it’s in your best interest not only to convince the others of your innocence, but try to either figure out who is the true culprit, or who you could most easily pin it on. You have one week before The Prince himself will make his final verdict. This is a trial by peer. Best of luck~


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As you might have noticed, there are five of us already here who have been around for a while. While we’re friends, I think it’s important to make new friends! The two remaining roles will all be up for grabs for a short time. We are all friendly and goofy, so don’t be shy!

This will NOT be a first come first served game. You can make a character and apply, or you can send me a PM with your character concept(s). I can let you know if there are other applicants for your spot. If no applicants for a spot are satisfactory, the existing players will be allowed to double up.

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Vivian had just emerged from her room after changing, smoothing down the red silk, when the announcement was made. After a moment to consider it (she didn't recognise the guard, which was good for him), she turned again, heading through the doorway to Bez’s room.


Her girlfriend was still asleep, and Viv looked at her tenderly before leaning in and pressing her lips to her forehead.


"Wakey wakey~ We're being called," she murmured, sitting down beside her.

Bezabelle was deeply asleep, lips parted slightly, though they twitched up into a smile when Viv kissed her forehead. Her eyes didn't flutter at all, too determined to stay asleep. Viv's second attempt seemed to wake her a bit more, though Bez only grumbled a bit, her eyes still tightly shut.


"Calling? Who's calling?"

Viv looked even more fond, gently stroking Bezabelle’s hair. "I don't know. Some blond guard. He's asked that everyone go sit at the table. I think we should be there."

"Hmm?" Bezzie's eyes flickered open for a few sleepy blinks but she didn't sound particularly convinced yet. She just turned onto her side for snuggles, putting her head into Viv’s lap, closing her eyes again. Rather than speaking, her voice was closer to a whine. "Or we could just be here?" She curled a bit tighter around Viv, then fully relaxed back toward slumber.

Viv's heart was melting - Bez was just far too cute.
"Come on, sweetheart." She murmured, trying to lift up the smaller woman. "We should hear what he's got to say."

She carefully propped Bez into a sitting position against her body, using one of the sheets to keep her skimpy nightwear covered away from the door. That was for her eyes only.

Once forced to sit, Bez seemed to wake up a bit more again. She laid her head on Viv's shoulder, snuggling into the taller woman. "Seems like you're more stubborn than me. Mkay, where is he? Do we have to go now?"

“Yup, right now~” Viv nuzzled Bezabelle’s hair. “Do you want me to carry you, sweetheart? I can carry you. You won’t have to lift a finger. Just let me cover you up a bit, okay?” The pride demon took the sheet, wrapping it over Bezabelle’s shoulders. “Or do you want to get dressed? We can definitely take the time for that.”

"But if I get dressed, it'll be harder to go back to sleep again." Bez put her arms around Viv's shoulders. "Let's just go."

Viv turned a little pink but stood, carefully wrapping Bez up in the sheet and then a blanket for good measure. No one else was going to get an eyeful of her girlfriend's underthings if she could help it. Once Bezabelle was nice and cozy, Viv lifted her fairly easily, carrying her into the main room. She sat at the table, keeping the Gluttony in her lap so she could nuzzle her hair.

Viv’s arms tightened protectively around Bez as the accusations were read out. She was mad too - she could have explained being in that room if they’d just asked, and Bez had ‘associated with suspicious people’? That was a load of bullshit, especially with how they’d treated the gluttony. But some of the others really did sound suspicious and…

And…

Any other thoughts Vivian might have had on the matter vanished as her girlfriend stood up, shaking off the sheets. Her eyes immediately swept down, locking on Bez’s butt as she strode forward.

It looked so...beautiful. So soft and curved, like an upside-down heart, wrapped invitingly in enticing lingerie and surely Bez would let her touch-

Viv had to shake her head to force herself to focus, barely catching the gist of what Bezabelle had said in the meantime. She stood up too, placing the sheets on the chair and striding forward, bowing over Bez and wrapping her arms around her.


“Do you need me here with you, sweetheart?” she murmured, low in the smaller woman’s ear, before slowly lifting her head to pin Amos with the iciest of cold glares for daring to look at her girl.

Bez shook her head and murmured back,
"Do you happen to know anything about cursed items? I think Cyr needs help."

“I know a bit about runework. He’s who I wanted to talk to anyway.” Viv said softly, dropping a kiss into Bezabelle’s hair. “Be careful, love. Don’t make the guard too mad.” she stepped back though, feeling that Bez could handle herself. With a last, fond look, she quickly headed across the room.

“Cyris!” she called and headed over, catching the tail end of Cyr's sentence. He was claiming he'd never seen a cursed item… that wasn't actually improbable. It was a rare skill…or a great lie.

"Cyris." She said again, stopping them before they got into the room. The Greed slid between them, and Viv just…looked at him. This was none of his business, she wasn’t planning on hurting the much larger demon.

"I wanted to say…" this was hard, her teeth were gritting a bit, "sorry for being a sore loser yesterday. Pride demon thing. I'm sure you know what it's like." She said casually, folding her arms across her chest. "Do you, ah… want any help?" She looked between the two. "I've seen some runework before." Neither seemed to want her help, really, and Viv was prepared to apologize and slowly back away.

It was the Greed who spoke first again, though he’d changed his mind about her, to her surprise.
“It wouldn’t hurt to have another set of experienced eyes. I’ll know what’s cursed, but I can’t promise I’ll know what kind of curse it could be.”

Now Viv had to hope that she could actually identify the curse, and prove she had some kind of use beyond cockblocking the soft looks they’d been sharing.

“Don’t worry, I was just trying to be gentlemanly,” Cyris replied, his tone slightly teasingly. “Lust demon, you know how it is.” He winked, then turned his gaze back to Myut. “Let’s go,” he said, beckoning both of them into his room.

Viv laughed, a little awkward.
"I guess, yeah."

She hadn't been around many lust demons at all. Nor did she like being teased, but she didn't want to antagonise him right after apologising. So she kept herself in check, despite the difficulty, and followed the two demons into the room, taking in the looks they were giving each other. Somehow, they felt significant.

The room was fairly clean, up until the lust demon began to dump his stuff on the bed, spreading it around. When Cyr spilled his stash on the bed, Vivian's eyebrows rose. She stepped up, first picking up an intricate Ruby Cross, checking it over lightly. She found nothing that could be a rune, and laid it aside, closer to Myut, who might know better. She didn't touch anything that wasn't jewelry, sticking to her realm of expertise only. At her side, the greed worked quickly, making his way through all the non-jewelry items, and quickly picking up the slack on her end.

It was he who found it, pinching a black velvet necklace gingerly between two fingers. Viv didn’t want to touch it either, so she reached for a hairpin to manipulate it. At that moment, her hair tumbled over her shoulder, blocking her view, and she growled in frustration before turning to the lust.


"Could I borrow this?” she asked Cyr, holding up the hairpin she’d picked up.

As soon as he agreed, Viv pinned her hair expertly, then drew a different pin from the pile, using that and the cross to flip the necklace over. When she squinted and angled her head just so, she could see it. Tiny threads, black on black, stitched into the underside of the design. It must have cost a fortune, for such remarkable craftsmanship….

She was no expert, but she’d seen and worked with runes before. The first she recognized was near the clasps.


"this rune here,” she said, “basically means...unbreakable. It’s normally used to strengthen, but it’s linked with this ‘unless’ modifier, and I can’t read the rest but that’s normally used to make a piece of jewelry only one person can take off. Even if someone else is wearing it, only the owner can ‘break’ it.” she explained before leaning back over. There had to be something else… Unbreakable didn’t make a piece ‘extremely cursed’.

She finally found it, near the cluster of the most complex, interwoven runes on the piece.
“Okay, so, this one here is in the transformation family of runes. That’s all I know, they trigger transformations. I think there’s a specific one for animal, and there’s a thing you need for reversibility and- wait – ” she stared more at the rune, at the jagged edges, at the almost menacing slice of edges and how the slant represented brows furrowed in anger. “I think that might be...mutate?” she blinked a few times. “Like...80% sure that one means mutate. Which is the ‘curse’ version of transform, like, it’s harder to undo and can last longer…”

Myut had angled his head similarly to how Vivian was doing. When she pointed out the mutation inscription, the white haired demon gave a low, thoughtful hum. “Mutate would need quite the collection of instructions…”

“I bet that that’s this mess over here…” Viv poked the cluster with the hairpin, then looked up again, seeming to notice that Cyr hadn’t moved the entire time she’d been speaking. “Are you, uh, ok?”

Myut rambled a bit about history before focusing on Cyr. Viv, meanwhile picked up on the implications…if his family had given it to him, with such a complex mutation…someone was definitely trying to keep Cyr out of the way. But why, and how?

She doubted the large demon could answer, he seemed to shocked and caught off guard.


“Don’t put this on. Ever.” Myut was saying, and Viv nodded in agreement.

“Although it should be okay to handle, just don’t close the clasps - that’s what activates ‘unbreakable’ and maybe the rest of the runes too. This gem is too small to be a power source.” she said confidently, then looked between the other two demons. They needed to know for sure that it was safe, and she wanted Cyr to have at least a little reassurance…

“Avenge me!” she said, trying for playful, before pressing her finger against the surface. Nothing happened, and though she’d been pretty sure on that, she still let out a gusty sigh of relief. “Yeah, it’s fine like this. Inert.”

After a bit more conversation, she headed out, but paused beyond his door, remembering she’d wanted to talk to Myut anyway. She paused briefly but turned, catching the very tail end of Myut's gesture. She didn't approach, instead waiting for the Greed demon to come closer when he was done.

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"What did you think of that? A little crazy, isn't it?" Viv said quietly, stepping from the door. ”I'm glad we found it. Well, you. But I wanted to ask if you had any way to tell if something is missing from someone else's collection?" As she spoke, she slowly moved towards the entrance to her own room.

“Yeah, crazy is a good word for it. No, I certainly couldn’t have figured out those runes, and knowing is half the battle.” He praised her, and the pride demon drank it up.

”Maybe I’ll get more into them. Though I don’t think I actually have the power to...power them, but it was nice to be able to help.” Her reply was...well, it was an attempt at being humble.

“If you can give me a general description of what you’ve originally brought with you, I would be able to cross check swiftly with what’s physically there. I’d need quantity or count, but if you want help dividing things up to check for yourself, I can also do that in an extremely fast and efficient manner.” Myut said about the sorting.

“I brought a lot with me and my parents did too, and now it’s all with me. Well, was. Wait a bit, can you just stand in the door?” Using Meu to block the entry, she began to retrieve the jewelry from the variety of hiding places she had found. “Sorry about this. By the way-” she paused, looking over at him. “Bez told me that Eris has an eye for shiny things, so you might want to store those high up. As she put it, if she can reach it, Eris can, and I don’t think any of us want to go toe to toe with a wrath. Who committed arson. If we’re trapped in here, it might as well be nice, right?”

Viv was getting chattier as she worked, the boxes really piling up now. “I guess I don’t really think it was you, I was caught in a place I ‘wasn’t supposed to be’ and it was a complete misunderstanding.” she even rolled her eyes, turning around as she spoke, her hands on her hips. “So I think they might be prone to overreacting. A little. Compared to some of the others. Anyway.” She waved him over. “As you can see, there’s a lot. I kind of need help checking in tiers, I suppose? So we brought jewelry to show and jewelry to trade and jewelry to gift.” She reached for one of the largest flat boxes and opened it, showing Myut what was inside.

It was a full body set of jewelry, consisting of a necklace, four bracelets, two anklets, and a belt. The pieces were all interconnected with impossibly fine chains, so tiny that at first glance, they looked to be made of golden thread. Some of the links held tiny gemstones between them, and in a few places, the golden links were made of precious stone instead. Vivian opened another box to display the pretty coronet that went with it.
“This is a display piece, to show what we’re capable of doing. We brought a few in this category and I know them all, but it’s kind of hard to sort. Is that something you can help with?”

Myut definitely appreciated the craftsmanship of the piece, which Viv appreciated in general. “Absolutely. Show me where to start.” He said.

“Okay, so there’s a few pieces in this category. There’s this, it’s a dance set. There’s a cuff with a jeweled phoenix on it. There’s a mosaic locket with really tiny gems, there’s a music box…” Viv listed off the others they were looking for, ten in all. None of them were similar at all, but what they all had in common was exquisite detail and expert craftsmanship. Every piece Vivian named had taken weeks, if not months of painstaking work to create. They were the pride of the family, and for good reason. “Let’s look for those 9 first, since they’re the most important. Then I’ll tell you about the rest. Or would you rather know now?”

“We can work on them in chunks; it’ll be more manageable that way.” The white haired demon began to take the tops off of boxes and containers to begin the search.

Viv was searching diligently too, the company making the tedious task much more pleasant. She let out a pleased sound when she uncovered the cuff bundled in with some necklaces. She carefully freed it from the chains, presenting it triumphantly, the phoenix gleaming brilliantly even in the soft light.
“This one is Da’s favourite.” she said softly, laying it aside. “Ah, I know!”

She went to her wardrobe and returned with a sheaf of papers, sorting through them.

“Here’s what they look like, this might help.” she offered Myut the stack. The first page was for a brilliant pair of earrings, while the next few detailed the music box she had mentioned. The music box had very few gems, compared to the others, but it made up for it with intricate metalwork. The very first page detailed each layer of the design, creating a vivid and detailed image of a young man overlooking the sea from a cliff. The sheet music for the song the box played was attached at the very back. Viv remembered sitting up with her Dad on late nights as he laboured over the paper thin sheets of metal, melting and remelting until each layer was perfect. She’d even helped him find the song, which Myut was now trying to hum.

”You know how to read that?” she asked. She knew how to read music in theory, but she’d rarely ever put it into practise. “It kinda goes like this-” while none of her hums were quite in tune, they were in the general vicinity of it, and the timing was more or less spot on.

“Beautiful,” Myut praised, before returning to their search. It wasn’t long before he spoke again, a sadder tone. “Well, Viv, I think we’ve got some bad news.”

The pride demon had the sinking feeling that she knew what he was going to say. “I think I know, but tell me anyway.”

“The music box is most definitely gone.” His tone turned distinctly grumpy, his fingers tapping, so Viv was surprised by his next words. “Could I keep these?” The greed asked, evidently referring to the papers he still held in one hand. “I also didn’t see the earrings you mentioned, either.”

Viv took a deep breath, seriously frustrated. “Yeah, you can keep the notes, we just might need them at some point to copy the technique, okay?” That seemed fair, but she wasn’t calming down. She was a demon of Pride, and her family had been stolen from. Her family’s hard work had been taken from them without restitution and she was pissed. In that moment she made an impulse decision, but one she instinctively felt her mother would approve of. “Better than that. If we ever find the music box, it’s yours.”

“Of course. Hell yeah,” his enthusiasm for her offer did sooth her spirit. If she understood greed demons at all, if Myut ever saw the music box, he’d raise hell to claim it.

“Let’s go through the other categories.” He was saying, seemingly in better spirits himself.

“It’s infuriating, isn’t it? We better be compensated for the losses when we get out. Did some of your things get taken too?”

She reached for another of the boxes, opening it to reveal several necklaces and pendants, held neatly in place. The necklaces were quite pretty, scrollwork holding vivid gemstones in place, rains of diamonds, and in one case, a lotus-like shape in pink. “The next group was things like this, things for trade. I don’t have notes for these, but they’re pretty, but made to appeal to as many people as possible, you know? I think my Da’s tried to trade you some of these at some point.

“There’s a lot to check, but it’s more empty boxes, empty spaces than specific items here. What’s left besides these are gifts. I think we gave away all the custom gifts, so that’s good. So the last category is going to be simple jewelry, almost like...party favours, I guess? I guess it doesn't matter if they stole those, really, except they stole them.”
she huffed.

Viv would have been scared of the Greed demon’s dark threats, but having grown up with a Wrath brother, she was mostly amused. [color][Color=#009874] “Go get’em.”
she encouraged lightly. Myut was sorting faster than she could, and she was very impressed by his speed and accuracy. Even though it was her jewelry, she almost felt like she’d just get in his way.

“You like to fight, Myu?” she asked him, focusing instead of packing away the jewelry as the Greed expertly sorted them. “I love a good spar. Might be nice to get some of that anger out too.”

And with his muscles and stature, Myut was exactly the kind of guy she lived to fight.

Myut laughed a little
“Ah, you’ll actually find me to be rather shit at fighting. I get it up here,” He tapped on his temple, “But I don’t have the proper training here,” He gestured to the rest of his body. “I can handle myself, but I don’t think I’d hold up proper against someone like you who actually has skilled experience. If it’ll make you feel better to beat my ass though~,” He chimed cheerfully, giving her two thumbs up.

“Ah, I see,” Viv was surprised, a little disappointed, but not upset. “I’ll take a rain cheque, then. You think Cyr knows how to fight?” she asked cheerfully, finishing up the sorting. She wasn’t interested in a fight with an unskilled fighter, that would definitely be too easy for how she was feeling now. Too many of the tradeable pieces were missing, and she really did want to punch something right now, but not Myut. Myut had been nice and helpful.

“I owe you one,” she said softly, beginning to replace the jewelry into its many cases. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Meu shrugged in response, “I don’t have the slightest clue if Cyr would be a good sparring partner.” He grinned over at her as she joined him at his side once more, and gazed hopefully at the box containing the dance set when she offered him a reward.

Viv followed his eyes, and her eyebrows arched in surprise.


“That won’t fit.” she said bluntly. “I mean, ah...do you have a petite partner back home?” she tried to soften the question.

“And?” He asked cheekily. “No, I suppose you’re right-” He paused. “I wonder if Ino would fit in it? This – ” he indicated the papers, “ is more than enough.”

“Ino?” Viv thought about the Envy for a bit, distracted, wondering if Myut also liked him, considering the implication of this set. Did he want it as a gift for the envy? “Almost definitely, if his arms are slim enough for the bracelets. This is designed for incubi though, though the more common kind. The petite ones.”

In this one interaction, Vivian suddenly understood why her dad found Myut frustrating - she couldn’t make sense of how he perceived value at all. But still…

“When we’re out of here, I’ll see if I can convince the craftsman to make you a set like that, okay? No guarantees, but I’ll check. Would you also mind blocking the door again so I can hide these?”

Myut gave another breathy laugh. “I’ll be sure to pay nicely for it. And certainly.”

Viv smiled back, before attending to the time consuming task of hiding all her boxes away. As she packed, she went through the logistics of recreating this set in a larger size. They’d need more gems, more gold, and Myut could probably make custom requests anyway. She got the feeling that he’d get along well with Mal. Thinking about her brother now made her sigh. She wondered how he was dealing with his situation, if his hair had turned any less cyan. She almost wished he was here too instead of the pissy wrath. He’d have been trying to make friends from the start. Mal’d try to believe the best of everyone here…

Once the jewelry was hidden, Viv joined Myut at the door.
“Let’s go,” she said with a smile.

Meu ducked his head in agreement, giving a nonchalant grin as he turned out of the doorway and back into the fray side by side with Viv.

Viv immediately had to hurry to check on Bezabelle, who had been fighting with the guard, but luckily, he'd targetted the little wrath demon and not her.

She had barely finished when one of the doors swung open and Ino emerged, a fluffy towel around his shoulders, saying something about a bath. Viv glanced around, then sniffed herself discreetly, but she was fine. She’d make use of it tonight, maybe.

Instead, she bid her girlfriend goodbye and headed over to the Envy. He was, based on what the guard said, one of the most dangerous here, but Viv had a little bit of a plan.

That, and she doubted he’d try anything out here.


”Ino, right? You mentioned you knew my mom, and she doesn’t talk much about her past with us, so I was wondering, if you had time, if we could talk a bit?”

The envy certainly seemed surprised by her request but he agreed readily. The two demons soon ended up on the couch, Viv sitting primly, Ino with his legs folded under him.

What he told her made Viv appreciate her parents a lot more.

Marie didn’t like to speak of her childhood, and Ino easily explained why, as well as their connection. Both had been raised by lower level demons, pride and envy respectively, and as their mothers hated each other, they used their children to compete.

It did explain her mother’s eclectic collection of skills, an apparent unending competition. Marie was a born singer (Ino claimed he was better at instruments, though he’d glanced around cagily before saying so), with an innate ability to charm and flatter. She was also good at flower arranging and sharpening weapons. She’d left home as soon as she could manage, and Ino apparently credited her with inspiring him to do the same.

They’d even worked together briefly, and Ino had witnessed the start of her parents’ courtship.

Viv had had an ulterior motive in asking Ino about her mom, but she found herself genuinely enjoying hearing the older demon speak. For a bit, she sat, both absorbing the stories and appreciating more than ever how Marie had let her play and romp until she’d hit her teenage years.


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Character Portrait: Cyris Herron Character Portrait: Valramir Character Portrait: Ino Cense Character Portrait: Bezabelle Character Portrait: Myut Character Portrait: Vivian Lacerta Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Abadeer Tyrano Character Portrait: Eris Leblanc
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Bezabelle was deeply asleep, lips parted slightly. Her breathing was soft and her face peaceful. She snuggled into Viv as the morning went on, stirring restlessly when Viv got up, but it was only moments before she settled again.


"Wakey wakey~ We're being called."

By the time Vivian came back to wake her, Bez was nearly dreaming. Her lips twitched up into a smile when Viv kissed her forehead, but her eyes didn't flutter. Viv's second attempt woke her a bit more, and Bez grumbled a bit as Viv spoke to her, her eyes still closed against the morning light. Bez managed to mumble a faint reply, "Calling? Who's calling?"

"I don't know. Some blond guard. He's asked that everyone go sit at the table. I think we should be there."


"Hmm?" Bezzie's eyes flickered open for a few sleepy blinks. She didn't sound particularly convinced yet. She turned onto her side, curling her legs to snuggle against Viv with her head almost in Viv's lap. Not only was the new position more comfortable, but Vivian's stroking her head was rather soothing. Her eyes fluttered shut again, far too heavy to keep open, and she muttered, almost whining, "Or we could just be here?" She curled a bit tighter around Viv, then fully relaxed back toward slumber.

"Come on, sweetheart. We should hear what he's got to say."

And now Bez was sitting up. Much less comfortable, she had no choice but to wake up. She laid her head on Viv's shoulder, snuggling into the taller woman with a sigh. "Seems like you're more stubborn than me. Mkay, where is he? Do we have to go now?"


“Yup, right now~ Do you want me to carry you, sweetheart? I can carry you. You won’t have to lift a finger. Just let me cover you up a bit, okay? Or do you want to get dressed? We can definitely take the time for that.”


"But if I get dressed, it'll be harder to go back to sleep again." Despite her words, Bez was pretty well awake, but she was not ready to let Viv know it yet. She was thoroughly enjoying Vivian's coddling. Bez put her arms around Viv's shoulders. "Let's just go."


Bez allowed herself to be bundled, enjoying every bit of excessive doting. She was exhausted and unhappy with being awake so soon after she had managed to fall asleep; but, she was also deliciously warm with the extra blanket and was thoroughly enjoying the strong embrace of Vivian's arms as she carried Bez out into the main room. She couldn't help but give a triumphant yet discreet smirk to whoever caught her eye as they moved to the table. Then, Viv sat Bez in her lap, and Bez could feel her still nuzzling her hair. She was honestly surprised. She didn't think Viv was comfortable with that level of public affection. Either way, Bez was not going to protest.

Still, there was the matter at hand. The blond guard looked nervous. When he began to speak, Bez was fairly sure she recognized him as one of the two guards who had brought her here. She could not believe what she was hearing besides. They were here because they were suspects for an assassination attempt against the Prince? And they, the suspects, were supposed to figure out who did it? And it sounded like whether they picked someone or not, the Prince was going to execute at least one of them in seven days.

Bez could feel a cold fury growing in her gut. She couldn't believe this was happening. She didn't even believe that it was as simple as this guard was making it out to be. The question was, what did he really know about it? As soon as Amos had finished his canned speech, Cyr spoke to Myut. He was asking for help with finding the cursed item. Bez caught a glimpse of Myut's expression. She kept her face still. She wasn't sure what to do about that issue just then, but she would have to keep it in mind for later.

Bez slid from Vivian's lap, sheets forgotten as she took a couple slow steps toward the guard, not bothering to hide her anger. Or anything else for that matter. Though she was only wearing a rather scanty set of sleepwear, she stood as confidently as if she were dressed in armor.


"And if we do have more questions?" Bez asked coldly.

Amos paused.
"Well...er...you are free to ask them..."

She listened to Amos's reply with slitted eyes.


“Do you need me here with you, sweetheart?”

There was sudden warmth as arms slid around her shoulders. Vivian murmured her question but Bezzie's glare never left the guard as she considered. Ah, maybe that?

Bez shook her head and murmured back,
"Do you happen to know anything about cursed items? I think Cyr needs help."

“I know a bit about runework. He’s who I wanted to talk to anyway. Be careful, love. Don't make the guard too mad.”

Vivian kissed Bez's hair, then turned to leave. Bez glanced back to watch Viv's retreating form. She couldn't help but sneak a glance toward Cyr and Myut as well. That was a situation she would have to do something about. Hopefully something more permanent, but she would have to figure out how later. She returned her focus to the guard.

"What the hell is going on here? Or are you actually so incompetent that you have to have the suspects finish your investigation for you?"

He frowned and shrugged. "Wasn't my plan. If you haven't done anything wrong, think of it as a nice vacation. The Prince has more important things to deal with right now. You all will sort yourselves out just fine."

"My, more important than an attempt on his life? That is intriguing indeed," Val mused.

"Whose plan was it?"

"The Prince's, I'd hazard to guess." Amos shrugged again. "You all are in here, he can deal with you when he has the time to again."

"And you're only guessing the order is from the Prince? What, as long as the order looks official, you're content with following it? Makes you seem so loyal to the Prince when you're willing to follow whatever orders you get, whether from him or not."

Amos gave her a strange look and crossed his arms. "Well, they come down the chain of command. He could have easily said 'I don't care what you do with them, lock them up or something,' and the head guard made the plan. It's neither my place or yours to argue with them."

"Not my place to argue? Yeah, right. Watch me. You can't tell me this makes any sense to you," she snapped back.

Amos shrugged. "I don't really care, to be honest. He could be much crueler if he pleased. If you've done nothing wrong, you'll get to leave in a week."

"Or you'll execute the wrong person. Half the crimes are vague. Any demon could have done the same."

"Exactly. How sure are you that you got all the suspects? Because if you didn't, the assassination attempt is still on. Are you really just going to sit on your thumbs and wait for the Prince to deal with it? Hide behind your orders that came from who knows where?"

"Everyone else has left already, including the Prince. What we're doing about the investigation is none of your business. You're here, so you'd best worry about yourself."

Val left then, apparently tired of the conversation. Eris, however, stayed. A plot already began turning in Bez's mind, and Bez turned her attention back to the guard.

"Worry about myself? Maybe you aren't as ridiculous as you seem. What's your name?"


"Amos. Why do you need to know."

"Because, Amos, we're going to be here for the next seven days. Would you rather just be known as 'that guard over there'?"
Her eyes narrowed, lips tightening into an unfriendly smile. "You strike me as a pride demon. Am I right?"

Amos frowned. "It's nothing that concerns you."

"Are you ashamed of it or something? What, is your spirit animal a chicken? Oh! I know. A mouse. Amos, a mouse, it's perfect."


Amos frowned more, shifting back closer to the wall. He seemed ready to leave, but the guard on the other side didn't seem to want to let him out. "I hope you're having fun. Go stand somewhere else and complain, would you?"

As Amos retreated, Bez advanced a couple slow steps, her hand on her hip. It was only she and Eris in the room now. Bez couldn't help her impulse to somehow cause trouble. She wanted to know how far she could push the pride demon before he would either snap or run away. Or better yet, she wondered if Eris would beat her to the punch. She could feel the wrath demon getting more irritated now that Val had left. Which temper would snap first?

"Why would I do that? You said I was free to ask you questions. How about this one, if you were going to be fair and thorough in your investigations, there would be more demons locked in here. I could personally point out two or three you missed, whose activities at the gala were far more suspicious than any demon you managed to catch, and yet they are roaming free and we're the ones trapped here. How is that fair?"


Amos shifted closer again to the wall, looking frustrated. "Fair? What are you, a human? It's not your business what the Prince decides or doesn't decide to do. The fact of the matter is that you are here. Deal with it. You're not asking questions, you're just whining."

Meanwhile, Eris was coiling further and further, agitated by the guard.

Bez continued her slow advance, moving forward whenever the aggravating pride demon retreated. She knew he had to be frustrated, but she wasn't going to let him off easy. And he was ignoring Eris. His mistake. Bez could almost feel her preparing to pounce. This was sure to be fun, and maybe Eris would be able to persuade Amos to be a bit less haughty the next time he came into their little prison/vacation suite.


"I think I'm asking good questions, even if you are too high and mighty to answer them properly."


Bez debated whether to reveal that he was one of the two guards to drag her in here the other day. She quickly decided against it. She didn't actually want Eris to try to kill him. That would bring far too much trouble down on their heads.

"If you don't like my whiny questions, why not just leave? Because I have no issue with getting more information for as long as you choose to stay."


"I disagree," Amos said, sounding frustrated."I don't think you've been asking very good questions at all. Just...if you're going to keep complaining, go stand over there or something." He pointed towards the sofa on the other side of the room.

Bezabelle ignored his request to move. Instead, her brows rose in mock surprise.
"Oh? You don't like my questions? Whatever will I do? Well, what would you ask if you were in my situation, O Wise Mr. Mouse?"

"Well, it's..."

As he started responding, Bez saw Eris hop onto the table. Amos was facing Bezabelle and did not seem to catch the movement out of the corner of his eye. Oops, too late Bez thought. Eris sprinted across the table and launched at the guard. Now it was her turn to feel smug and she was going to relish it. Though it would also probably be in her favor to act a little surprised.

"Eris! Cy-" Bez caught herself, reconsidering, then called out, "Vivian, help!"

Amos managed to throw the small wrath demon away from him. Bez hurried to her. She made a small attempt to keep her from charging, placing a hand on Eris's shoulder before she could spring up.

"Eris! Are you okay?"

Eris sprung up anyways. Instead of focusing on the wrath demon, Bez flashed a smug look of her own at Amos, catching his eye just seconds before he retreated out of the door that had finally appeared. It had taken his fellow guards long enough to save the poor fellow. No one else came through the door to help Amos get out safely nor to punish the attack. Interesting.

With that dramatic scene finished, Bez turned her attention back to the room. She was satisfied with herself, but tried to look worried. It was hard enough to pull off that she found herself using her powers to make the imitation believable. Better to seem a little shaken since she was the one who riled Eris. She was not sure how the situation would turn out and did not want to seem suspicious.

At that moment, she heard Ino enter the main room.
“Hello everyone! So they gave us a bathtub, not sure how long it’ll last, if anyone wants to check that out~”

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Eris continued her prowl around the room, checking the windows, peering into the other rooms, looking for a shred of a hope of a chance that there might be some way to get out of this place short of taking a sledgehammer to the wall and busting out. Which honestly would be ideal, but she didn’t have a sledgehammer, and it didn’t seem likely that one would be provided for her demolishing pleasure. Shame.

The prowl, and it’s plodding, barefooted agitation,came to an abrupt end as movement in her peripherals caused Eris to swivel her head around, eyes fixing on the man who just materialized out of the wall. A guard. She glanced around at the others, who were also looking in his direction. They could take this puny guy, even with his sword. Eris gritted her teeth, coiling as the man began to speak.

To her surprise, however, the others merely crossed the room to sit down placidly. Where was their sense of justice? Of freedom? Of the ability of seven people to effectively gang up on one man and beat him to a pulp until he relents and releases them from their prison? Eris growled low in her throat but conceded, sitting in the back corner. Soon after, the tall woman emerged with a Bez-filled burrito of blankets. They sat in front of her, and then the guard began to speak again.

The anger that boiled up within her was somewhat counterbalanced by Val’s presence nearby, but it still burned white-hot in her chest. Arson! She’d fucking show them arson! The big white-haired one had similar objections to his accusation. Eris decided she liked that guy. He wasn’t afraid to stand up to those stupid guards who didn’t know their head from their asses. Especially this one, who seemed to think it was just perfectly fine to trap a bunch of demons together and put them against one another. She’d known the Prince was a scumbag before, but this proved it. Who did something like this?

After the guard finished his spiel and retreated, everyone scattered off into different rooms, which frustrated Eris even more. They could take this guy! Why weren’t they all on the same page? Thankfully, at least Bez stuck around. Unfortunately, so did Val, and she could feel him blurring her thoughts together just enough that she couldn’t quite focus in on what she wanted to do next. Nonetheless, watching Bez back the fool into a corner, both verbally and physically, amused her. This was what they often did together. Bez would set the target off kilter, and then she would sweep their feet out from under them. It was a fun game.

At some point, Eris felt the sloth’s presence diminish, then vanish entirely. Which seemed to have an effect on the guard as well, because his answers grew more and more defensive and agitated. The way he was speaking to Bez bothered her. He didn’t have the right. His smug, mocking tone, and the way he kept telling them to go away made her coil further. Finally, the frustration grew high enough that Eris couldn’t bear it anymore. The breaking free, the releasing of all that pent up energy was pleasurable enough on its own--that sensation of weightlessness as she leapt up onto the table, the sound her bare feet made as she dashed across the wooden surface, the slight give the guard’s body had as she first collided with him, before his spine seemed to realize what weight had suddenly landed on him and caused him to stumble backwards to keep his balance.

She managed to get a few good hits in before he flung her off. No bites, unfortunately. She rolled when she hit the floor, returning to her feet after a few seconds. She was used to being flung, thrown, batted, and tossed by larger demons. They often weren’t ready for the second strike. Bez’s hand landed on her before she could straighten fully.

Before she could so much as move shrug off the hand, however, it was as if a hand emerged from the stone, grabbing the guard by the collar of his uniform and yanking him backwards through the suddenly apparent door. Said door disappeared again without even a mark on the wall. Eris growled. “
I’m fine,” she said after a long moment, finally straightening now that the guard was out of sight.

Eris stood for a few moments after Bez let go of her, staring at that wall. But no one else came through the fight. Disappointing. She sighed and turned, unsure what to do with all the energy burbling inside her, anxiously seeking a way out. She wanted to punch someone. As she turned towards the fireplace again, Ino appeared, announcing a bathtub. A bathtub???? Why did they need a bathtub?

Nonetheless, Eris made a beeline for it, checking all the doors in the hall and investigating every inch of the new room for potential escape or potential weapons. Disappointed and sweaty she emerged not long after, having no luck in her search. So instead she went to work on the window by the fireplace, trying with every ounce of her strength to open the sash.

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Valramir had been having a wonderful little nap beside Bezzy on the couch. Certainly, he’d been squished, but he always preferred snuggling when asleep instead of being alone. It didn’t matter who he was snuggling if it was another warm body. And then something was lifting him. Normally he would have slept through, but it was so out of place considering the situation, he blinked up bleary eyes to see Cyr had picked him up like a lover. Unexpected, but completely welcome. Unfortunately, the atmosphere died quickly considering the information Cyr gave him; a guard had come to speak with them. He pouted as he stopped trying to reach up to wrap his arms around the other demon and let him sit him down at the table beside Meu. He offered the demon a smile, wondering what he was thinking. Did Meu remember what happened that night or would he brush it off as a dream? The guard demon was a far more pressing matter however.

Once everyone was gathered, aw, Bezzy was in Vivian's arms, the guard began to speak and let them know why exactly they'd all ben brought into this little cubbyhole in the wall. Valramir's eyes widened slightly before he schooled his features again. An assassination plot against Abadeer? They were all considered suspects? Valramir couldn't help but feel tickled at the thought and he smirked, almost bursting out into laughter right then and there. Him? A suspect in an assassination's attempt? He was a sloth. Since when did sloths do anything that planned out and elaborate? And what could he possibly gain from killing Abadeer? He certainly didn't want to rule hell. That was way too much work and responsibility. He enjoyed his cozy life. His history showed he couldn't hold onto a territory for long.

Then again... he did have a pension of getting back at demons, and scheming. It had taken some time, but once he'd been driven out of his mother's territory by Lovain, he'd worked with Eris to get the territory back. He'd sabotaged all the guards and Lovain’s soldiers so that when Eris came, no one stood against her. Now Eris had her own territory and his mother's vast lands under her belt. Of course, Valramir had the bonus of being back within his old home doing whatever he pleased while Eris dealt with the actual duty of running the household and dealing with other demons vying for control. It was a win-win. Perhaps this had received attention from the prince. Considering recent events in relation to this bit of his past, it wouldn't be surprising if Valramir tried the same thing again for Eris or another demon. His coup had been thought out, planned, and had taken a lot of time since he'd planted seeds in the minds of the guards and soldiers, working them, slowly. It had taken several days… or maybe a couple of weeks; before he'd gotten that many demons under his prolonged influence. It wouldn't have been effective if he had just tried to blast everyone with the aura; some demons had a strong will and could get out of influence easily. No, small seeds to turn the mind were far more effective. Regardless, what he'd done here was nothing compared to that. This had been purely fun. And feeding. He always did need to feed since he expelled so much energy at all times of the day.

Valramir turned his observations away from himself and looked at the other demons in the room as their sin and actions at the galla were announced one by one. Interesting notes. Ino had poison? What did he have poison for? That was a hefty accusation as well. His eyes narrowed as he watched his face, but the demon had a glamour on his features. He barely noted a change of expression on his pretty face. Smart. Cyr was a lust demon? That was interesting. He would have pegged him as a greed or pride demon. He certainly didn't look like a normal lust demon. And the cursed artifact he'd seen that night came up into question as well. The demon looked genuinely surprised by the information. How had he not known that he had a cursed item? The energy of it was off.

Meu was seen bribing guards and in a restricted area? That was hardly an assassination's plot. He smirked at the indignation Meu displayed at the accusation. He didn't deny being in a restricted area but of course disputed 'bribing'. He didn't doubt they were trades. He hadn't even known Meu before but when he'd come to him, it had been purely about trading one thing for another. He couldn't see him bribing anyone for anything without something hefty in return. Eris had been caught setting things on fire which was hardly new. She'd had a target in mind alright, but it wasn't the prince. If she had been after the prince, she would have come to him no doubt to help her. Eris was a firecracker, but she wasn't stupid. She would have planned things far better than this. And the two of them were as thick as thieves in these sorts of matters since they'd already worked together. Or at least that is what he assumed. She would tell him and include her in her plot.

Bez had simply associated with them all which again, didn't feel like much to go off of. Bez was a social butterfly. She talked to and interacted with everyone at the gala. He didn't doubt she literally talked to every single demon that was here. Why had Abadeer included her in this mess? Vivian being in a restricted area wasn't too alarming, but he didn't know her well enough to make any sort of assumptions just yet. Thus far, the biggest and more narrowly focused accusations were against Ino, Cyr, and himself.

Within his initial thoughts recorded, he was content to sit back and watch how the others interacted with the guard and the accusations. He let his eyes follow Vivian, Meu, and Cyr when Cyr asked for help identifying the cursed object. Hmm. He looked genuinely scared and disturbed at the idea. Who had given him a cursed object? Had the real culprit given it to him in the hopes that he'd pass it to the prince? That seemed sketchy. Maybe Cyr was a good actor? Only time would tell. He turned his gaze back to the others as they began to confront the guard.

Valramir felt Eris and Bez getting angry and used his influence to try and keep things mostly civil. He didn’t think getting into a blood bath would help any of them in the long run. Besides, he wanted to hear what the guard would say. Bez made some good points, and he added a few points of his own. After a moment, Valramir realized that Ino was missing from the gathering. He'd seen him go off into the new room, but he had yet to emerge. What was he up to? Plotting? Curiosity got the better of him and he slowly picked himself up and entered the new bathing chamber. Ugh. Hot and humid. He hated muggy baths. But Ino indeed was there lounging in the bath, looking pretty as ever. The resulting conversation was fun, but not overly informative. Ino was trying to find a way to explain away the poison, but he wasn't sure how convincing he would be in the end. He couldn't really imagine Ino wanting to rule hell but who knew the whim of envy? Maybe it was something else? Still, something didn't sit right. He couldn't really imagine anyone here trying something like this. Was this a set up?

Valramir started to follow Ino out of the bath but then stopped. He was already wet from the humidity of the bath and feeling icky. Might as well bathe. He pulled his clothes off and tossed them into a corner before he got into the warm water and quickly started to wash himself off. He wasn't one for long drawn-out baths so he was done relatively quickly. He grabbed a towel to dry off a little, feeling a bit refreshed in the air now since the water itself had been hotter. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the door, too lazy to pick up the clothes he'd discarded moments before. Water droplets still kissed his skin and dripped occasionally from his mused hair, giving him a disheveled sexy look though it wasn't exactly intentional. His belly ring sparkled with the water, bringing attention to it now that it was visible without an overly large shirt covering it up.

As he came out of the room, however, someone was waiting for him.

Viv had abandoned Myut’s side and was probably for the best. Myut did okay one-on-one with people, but once it was back into the masses, it made him a little less comfortable to be so sociable. He seemed to be slowly warming up to individuals okay, though. Speaking of which, he had a bone to pick with Val. He did not see the little sloth, however, and soon surmised he was behind their mystery door. Ino had said something about a bath - to which Meu was very excited to hear about - but far be it from him to intend to share that space with anyone else at any given time. The more he could do to avoid people, the better. Especially when it came to his privacy. So, he opted to kind of just hang out by the door to the sloth's room, keeping an eye on things here and there while he waited.

When he heard the closed door open and saw Val appear clad only in a towel, Myut pounced before he could think it too far through. Seeing Valramir only reminded him of the anger from last night about the sneaky demon snooping about in his room - Meu swore he had been sticking his nose into his stuff - so he forgot about the implications of approaching the far-too-friendly demon. So, the greed demon strode over to block Val's path, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the other white-haired male.

Val blinked at Myut, a bit surprised the other demon was in his way. He offered a bright smile and wave.
"Heya," he called even as he started to make his way past him to continue towards his room.

"Oh no you don't," Meu grumbled, grabbing the pale demon's arm with a gentle but very firm grip. He turned him back around and stepped him backwards against the wall. "Not so fast." He leveled at the other in a neutral tone, suddenly squinting his eyes ever so slightly and looking down at the male. Val had had every intention of getting to his room and was a little surprised when Myut suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him back and up against a wall. He blinked at the other demon. He'd thought Myut had been uninterested in a physical encounter. His aura immediately pulsed outward in a defensive gesture to slow any aggression that me heading his way.

"You and me; last night." Meu spoke accusatorily as though those few words would explain all.
Val broke into a grin. He knew, of course, exactly wat Meu was talking about. He’d hoped he wouldn’t remember it at all, but it seemed that was not the case. He was like a rabid dog after a bone. But, he didn’t like to answer too directly so he would deflect. And by the hairy ass of the lord of hell, Meu made it easy.
"Oh my, Meu," he said, nearly sing-song like, "Have a... steamy dream, did we? Of course I'd be happy to consent in our wakened state. It is kinda hot and kinky against the wall." He reached over to rub the man's chest and playfully tug on his shirt. "You want to relieve me of my towel, or shall I?"
Val certainly managed to curb the irritation that Myut had previously been feeling, which left only one feeling remaining - confusion. Val grinned seductively, talking at him with that sing-song voice he had remembered from last night too. No way was Myut wrong about this, despite Val trying to play it off as some dream. This had been a mistake though. "Wait, what? I-" He dropped Val's arm as he babbled, a bit of redness rising to his cheeks as suddenly the other demon had his hands all over his chest, tugging at the shirt he wore. He couldn't help but stare down at the smaller hands. Hot... and kinky? Meu didn't have any time to process as in the next breath Val was suggesting some rather naughty things regarding his towel. Meu was scared for a moment that the other's hands were already dropping to where the cloth was tied around his waist, so Mew made quick to beat him to it. The greed demon's larger hand immediately dropped to Val's right side where the tie of his towel was. His fingers slid against still-damp, warm skin as he moved to ensure that the knot would stay right where it was, and that Valramir could not try to undo it. "No, I'm-" He semi-stammered, fighting off the heat as he desperately tried to explain himself, that he had no such intentions, but he should have known better, getting mixed up with this particular sloth demon. Myut suddenly cut himself off, regaining his composure as a thought popped into his head. "You sneaky devil," He suddenly accused with a self-assured grin, "Don't try to wriggle your way out of explaining what you were doing in my things last night. Don't think I'd forget so easily."

Valramir's eyes sparkled in mirth and excitement when Myut suddenly grasped his towel. He really had thought Meu was shy and wouldn't want to do anything like this public. But alas, the man back pedaled, even with his warm hand on his hip and dangerously close. Damn, he was as sharp as a whip too. "I had to try and you gave me an opportunity I couldn't pass up," he admitted and wrapped his arms around the greed demon's neck to lean back against the wall and transfer some of his weight to Myut. It was too much fun to tease him and he was damn adorable. "Fiiinneee you tease. Ruined it," he said with a pout and stuck his tongue out at him, revealing the shiny ring there once more. "I was curious. I wanted to see what kind of horde you collected." It was mostly true. He'd wanted to see what everyone had brought and it seemed a good thing too, considering the new accusations. "But relax. I didn't take anything. You're welcome to check my person and my things for your items." he answered.

As Val's hands secured themselves behind his neck and the sloth pulled Meu down so he could lean back against the wall, Meu humored him, allowing himself to be tugged forward. To catch himself and better support the position, the green-eyed demon angled his other hand against the wall, palm resting against the smooth surface as he looked down at Val while he whined about Meu ruining his plans. His other hand was still clutching the man's hip, to which he withdrew with a teasing scratch of his nails against the other's skin. Valramir in the meantime was sticking his tongue out, and the greed's eyes focused together to home in on the familiar piece of metal that adorned it. He was only half-listening to Val there for a moment. But when Valramir explained he had been interested in what he had on him, Myut only gave a light scoff and a small, disbelieving press of his lips.
"All you had to do was ask~," He mumbled, lifting a hand to grasp the sloth's jaw and abruptly turn the other's head a little, as though analyzing his features very interestedly. "Why so naughty?" He smirked at Val. He did not allow his touch there to last long, however, as he suddenly abandoned it to pinch his finger over one of the sloth's earlobes, tugging down on it like he was chastising a child. He hoped it would have the other releasing his grip, at least a little. Regardless, Myut suddenly straightened without too much trouble. "No need," He began; while he was interested to see what Val had in turn, Myut figured it would be a bit too much trouble to deal with him. If he disappeared into the depths of Vir's room, he didn't think Val would let him go anytime soon unless he was physical with him. "I don't think you're hiding anything of mine there," He tilted his chin down to motion towards the towel Val wore, "And I can look through my things to see if anything's missing. If I am, though, you'll be seeing me again shortly."

Val hummed lightly, approving of the attention, even the ear tug. How could he so easily give green lights and flirt like this and then suddenly flee and be skittish? He should just pick one. "I like being naughty" he grinned "And oh so sad that you are trying to get away again after you have me so compromised!" And then Myut straightened himself and pulled Val up with him. He took the opportunity to press against him. "See?"

With Val pressed against him all of a sudden, Myut could feel whatever damp was still left over begin to transfer into his clothes as little pools of quickly-cooling warmth. "Mm. You're wet." He whispered into the other's ear with a coyly suggestive tone, still appreciating the closeness even if the advances weren't necessarily welcome. He didn't like the idea of Val transferring over his wetness onto his nice and dry clothes, but what could he say, Myut appreciated pretty things. Speaking of which, hadn't he seen a belly-button ring as well? He resisted the urge to look straight down, lest it encourage the lusty sloth even further. So instead, he just stared straight ahead at the wall. "Unfortunately, my things call. So." He spoke in a sort of flat manner, leaving no guesses as to how unfortunate 'unfortunate' really was. He lifted his own hands to begin to press against Val's interlocked fingers, intending to work at getting them to release.

Val chuckled against him, enjoying the closeness and the feel of the man. He was sad playtime was over. But in the end, he'd gotten Meu to stop questioning his motives. And he got to tease the sexy demon. He debated whether he should do his famous weight drop like he'd done to the guards and make Meu fall with him, drag him or struggle with an unmoving sloth demon but he'd done that once to Meu and the results hadn't been fun. Besides, he didn't want to scare him away when things were only just starting.
"Booo," he pouted and let him release his hands. "I am right next door if you ever want to play, or just snuggle," [color=2F4F4F] he answered. He took advantage of their closeness then and stole a kiss from Meu's lips before he darted away, his towel nearly falling in the process. He wanted to be out of reach in case the other demon wanted to retaliate. He cackled in his carefree tease and gave Myu a wink before he got into his room.

It seemed he had been a little too lenient with the sloth demon, as while he was prying his hands off, Valramir suddenly swooped in for a little smooch while Myut was preoccupied. His eyes shot wide open with surprise, and his body instinctively reached out a hand to try to grab the form that was quickly dancing away, intending to scold the sly little devil. It was for the best that he only grasped air, though, as Val was already out of reach and calling back out to him about being only a door away to promise a good time.[/color] "Naughty indeed." He mumbled under his breath as he squinted after Valramir's retreating form, running a finger over his lip from the stolen kiss. How brazen. And snuggles? No thanks. He slept better alone. At least that was over and done with. He needed to go confer with his things now though, lest he need to keep his promise and go hunt down the boy again. If Valramir turned out to be lying, Myut would not be so carefree and humoring anymore.

Valramir peeked out of his room to see if Myut was charging after him and saw that the other demon was not following. He chuckled and shook his head. That was quite fun. He finished drying off then and pulled on a nicer, fitted black shirt and pants with silver trimmings. It was wrinkled, but few of his clothes ever were pressed. He was too lazy to put that much effort in clothes. Dressed once more, he returned to the main room to flop down on the couch with a stretch and yawn, curious what the others would do now that they had the accusations hanging over their head.

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Character Portrait: Cyris Herron Character Portrait: Valramir Character Portrait: Ino Cense Character Portrait: Bezabelle Character Portrait: Myut Character Portrait: Vivian Lacerta Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Eris Leblanc
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Cyr blinked twice as he was met with the altercation in the main room.His worries slithered to the back of his mind as he watched Bez slowly advancing on the guard. The tilt of her jaw and the cant of her spine told him that she was harassing the poor demon. Behind her, the little angry one was slowly coiling up. He could only vaguely make out what they were saying, but not because their volume was lacking--his brain was still working hard to try and catch up to real life.

Suddenly, the little one vaulted onto the table and raced across, her bare feet slapping against the wood, and she leapt onto the guard, arms akimbo. For a moment, Cyr thought Bez was calling out for him, but no, she was yelling Viv’s name as the guard flung the girl from him. She rolled across the ground before hopping back to her feet. Cyr looked back towards the guard, tensing in case he decided to retaliate, but he was already being pulled backwards through the wall. Cyr blinked and looked around. What in Hell?

He watched as Viv hurried over to check on Bez, and Ino popped into the room to announce that they now had a bathtub. Bez retreated into her room. After a beat, Cyr crossed the room. He had his own worries, sure, but he still wanted to make sure his friend was alright.

Quite the altercation, huh?” he said, leaning on her doorframe.

Hm? Oh,” she replied, her hair dancing around her as she shook her head. "Not as bad as it could have been. After all, even irritating guards have their uses.

Cyr chuckled. "
You sure talked his head in circles. Did you get anything interesting out of it?"

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Bits and pieces. Not much that was certain." She looked away, out the window.

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Well...I'm going to go sit in the bath for a while, if you're looking for company, that's where I'll be." He glanced back at her once before heading off. Val darted out from the hall, crossing into his own room. Shortly after, Myut appeared, the front of his shirt damp, sticking to his chest. Cyr raised his eyebrows slightly.

Had fun in the bath?” he teased in a low voice as he passed him, but he didn’t linger to chat. Myut knew about the necklace, and he didn’t really want to face that reality yet. As much as he liked Myut, he didn’t need to go peeling back his own vulnerabilities to him like that. Not right now. Maybe not ever. Since they probably wouldn’t see each other again after all this. Myut would be for fun and playfulness and teasing. No worries. A pleasant distraction. Right?

When he entered the large room, Eris was already in there, flitting from window to window. She ignored him, and he ignored her, slowly undressing, grabbing a towel, and stepping into the warmed water. Bathtub was an understatement. This was a pool. Cyr paddled around the circumference a few times, but there was nowhere that the floor dipped low enough for him to swim properly. He stood under the waterfall for a few minutes, enjoying the tumbling water against his back, before paddling back over to the closest wall. He was about to climb out and investigate the shelves of soaps and tinctures against the wall when Bez arrived, surveying the vast pool.

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Oh!” She exclaimed, her voice competing with the rushing water. “This is much more than I expected. The guard said it was for good behavior, hmm? I'd bet he's regretting letting me in here, then." Her laugh echoed against the tiles.

Cyr waded over, resting his arms on the edge of the pool. "
I'm hoping they don't decide to take it back and replace it with a kiddie pool or something."

He laughed when she teased him about being too big to even fit in a kiddie pool, and then she casually undressed. Neither of them seemed particularly concerned about her modesty. Cyr pointed out the shelves of soaps, and she grabbed a few before slipping into the water beside him.

She asked about the necklace. Cyr grimaced. Better to get that out of the way early, right? He settled down beside her and sighed.

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We did," he said, his expression turning solemn. "My...ah....betrothal necklace is apparently carrying a mutation curse?"

She looked sharply at him. "
Mutation? What kind of mutation?"

Cyr shook his head. “
No idea. They said it was pretty serious, though.

She asked if they learned anything else about it and he shrugged, telling her that once he put it on he wouldn’t be able to get it back off. "
So I guess I'm glad this happened? Otherwise I'd probably be in some pretty deep shit right now,” he added with a heavy sigh.

Bez’s voice turned speculative as she asked more questions, about his betrothed, about his parents.

My parents gave me the necklace,” he replied. “They said it was from my betrothed. I don’t even know the demon’s name.” Cyr rubbed his face with a wet hand, plastering his damp hair to his forehead. “Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t any other demon, and they just wanted to get rid of me.

Did you sign any kind of contract?” She asked after a beat. “Or even see it?

That was supposed to be today,” Cyr murmured, looking at his hands. “My parents said they were working it out.

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Then you're right, and there's no proof either way." They sat in silence, side-by-side, for a while. Bez eventually spoke again, her voice softer against the chuckle of the water. "I don't understand. You were really just going to go through with it? Why, Cyr?" When he glanced at her, she was gazing at him with an inscrutable, pained expression, but she looked away as their eyes met.

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It's...I...what choice did I have?” He replied, softly studying her profile. “I doubt my parents would be willing to let me lead an untethered life indefinitely."

She didn’t look back in his direction. "
Well, I hope you don't plan to continue giving your parents final say over what you do with your life. Or anyone else, for that matter. You aren't a child."

Cyr frowned, even though she wasn’t looking at him. "
You know I don't have the strength to take my own territory. And I'm not spending the rest of my life up on earth." He looked away, studying the rippling surface of the water again as his voice dropped. "And maybe I was hoping it might work out..." Saying it out loud, to Bez, made him feel a little ashamed. What a fool he was, wasn’t he?

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Well, I'd trust your judgment more than theirs." He could feel her eyes on him again, and when he turned to look at her again, she grinned. "Sometimes."

He smiled a little and they both relaxed against the tiled wall of the pool. She sank lower into the water and he stretched his arm along the lip behind them. They chatted quietly, speculating about their current predicament as Bez’s petite frame slowly drifted towards his chest. As her chin dipped closer to the water, Cyr shifted to the side, letting her cheek settle against his chest instead. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before shifting closer as well, her head against his shoulder now.

Cyr rested his cheek on the top of her head, closing his eyes. He could feel her heart and the steady warmth of her body. It comforted him. Bez was a sturdy, stable presence. Though it worried him that she seemed to shoulder so much burden on her own.

Cyr relaxed, timing his breath to hers. Since she was napping on him, it wasn’t like he could go anywhere until she woke up, after all. He would just have to rest until she did.

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Vivian checked in on Bez and Eris, and Bez assured her that everything was fine now that the guard was gone. When Vivian moved away, Bezabelle retreated to her room. There was no good reason to stay in the main room. She had no interest in answering questions. Not when she had too many of her own.

Bez grabbed Cyr's shirt and put it on, but went over to the window without bothering to button it. She stared at the scenery, her mind far away. The fear was rising again. They were trapped, and one of them would never escape. Her breaths were coming quicker, her thoughts swirling, then--


"That was quite the altercation, huh?"

Her expression flipped as she slammed down control again. She really needed to stop using her abilities so frequently, but…

"Hm? Oh," Bez shook her head and turned toward Cyr. "Not as bad as it could have been. After all, even irritating guards have their uses."

Cyr chuckled. "You sure talked his head in circles. Did you get anything interesting out of it?"

"Bits and pieces. Not much that was certain." She turned her head to look out the window again. The conversation had told her some things, but not what she wanted to know most. That still bothered her enough that she knew she couldn't hide it.

"Well...I'm going to go sit in the bath for a while, if you're looking for company, that's where I'll be."

Bezabelle nodded. He was gone by the time she looked back. Instead of sinking back into her thoughts, she roused herself to get dressed. She went into her bathroom to change out of her sleepwear, not closing the door. She couldn't close the door. She couldn't, it was too claustrophobic. Bezzie hurried through the process, getting ready for the day and out as fast as she could manage. It felt like it took much longer than it actually did, but then it was fine. Now, she just needed time to relax, and a hot bath would be perfect.

Bezzie plastered on a smile and strolled into the main room. Vivian was there speaking with Ino, and as Bez passed, she couldn't resist pausing to plant a kiss on Viv's cheek as she leaned over the back of the couch.


"Be back in a while, my dear." When Viv turned her way, Bez stole another quick kiss, unable to resist the temptation of Vivian's lips. Bezzie gave Ino a wink and a smile, fingers trailing across Viv's shoulder as she left.

And now, it was time for the door. It had been locked yesterday, but now it opened to a hallway. The door at the end was cracked. Bez ignored it, trying the other doors first. She started on the side with three. Each was locked. Disappointing. The other two were the same. Why were they even there if they were just locked?

All for nothing. It annoyed her.

But, Bez thought, at least there's a bath now. As she entered, her mouth fell open in surprise. It was huge and grand. Nothing could have been farther from the tiny, barely functional bathrooms in their rooms. For the first time since she had been dragged in from the gala, Bez remembered that they were still in the Prince's palace. This was luxurious, and she felt herself relaxing into the extravagant surroundings. It already felt so much better than the rest of their bare bones prison suite. Bezabelle had never done well with scarcity, after all.

Her hand still on the doorknob, she let her eyes drift to Cyr, a smile growing on her lips. They were alone. Perfect. She shut the door behind her.


"Oh! This is much more than I expected." She let her eyes drift again, stopping momentarily on the impressive waterfall. "The guard said it was for good behavior, hmm? I'd bet he's regretting letting me in here, then." She laughed, the sound actually genuine. It echoed in the large room. She made her way over to the towels, laying one out to set her clothes on as she stripped out of her clothes. Or, more accurately, out of Cyr's clothes. Cyr joked that the guard may replace the large bath with a kiddie pool as he waded closer.

"I don't think you'd even fit into a kiddie pool."

Cyr laughed. "I do what I can with what I have. There are some really nice smelling bath potions over there too."

Bez looked in the indicated direction, giving off a small exclamation of delight. It didn't take long before she had several potions in hand. Too many for a single bathing session, of course, but she wasn't going to put anything back. Acquisitions in hand she took her time, using all the products she wanted and relaxing into the bath.

When she was content, she asked,
"So, were you able to figure out what the guard was talking about, yourself? Do you really have something cursed?"

His expression went still as he sat beside her."We did, my...ah....betrothal necklace is apparently carrying a mutation curse?"

She stiffened, recalling their earlier conversation about Cyr's new contract. Or, rather, his parents' contract on his behalf. Anger tightened her features. Before she could think about managing her tone, she snapped, "Mutation? What kind of mutation?"

She inwardly winced at how harsh she had sounded, but she didn't feel she could help it.

"No idea. They said it was pretty serious though."

"A mutation..." She worked on getting some kind of control over the cold fury in her gut. It was working, kind of, and Bez was able to exert more control over her voice. "Did they figure anything else out? Like what would trigger it?"

"Apparently when I put it on, I wouldn't be able to take it back off," An uncomfortable pause. Bez stared straight ahead, thoughts whirling as he continued. "So I guess I'm glad this happened? Otherwise I'd probably be in some pretty deep shit right now."

The whole situation made her angry, and Cyr's explanation only made it worse. More serious and less forgivable. Still, it would be better if they could figure it out, determine what kind of situation Cyr may be walking into when he got out of here.

"There's that, at least. It sounds more and more like some sort of control. Something to keep you out of the way or..." Bez shook her head, unsure of how to express her thoughts. "And you don't know who the demon is? Do your parents? And do you have any idea whether your parents knew about the necklace? Did they drop any hints at all?"

"My parents gave me the necklace and said it was from my betrothed. I don't even know the demon's name." His laugh was humorless, harsh. "I wouldn't even be surprised if there was no other demon, and they just wanted to get rid of me."

Bez paused, trying to get a handle on the situation. "Did you sign any kind of contract? Or even see it?"

"That was supposed to be today. My parents said they'd already worked something out."

"Then you're right, and there's no proof either way."

Bez knelt on the underwater ledge by Cyr, staring at the water as though it might have more answers. There was so much about the situation that Cyr just didn't seem to know. The whole of his understanding seemed to be that there was some contract his parents had set up with some demon. Was that really it? And even worse, how had he just accepted that?

Bez managed to keep a neutral expression as she thought. Then it broke.
"I don't understand. You were really just going to go through with it? Why, Cyr?" She looked at him, unable to hide the hurt look. How could he just let this happen? She jerked her head away, breaking eye contact.

"It's...I...what choice did I have? I doubt my parents would be willing to let me lead an untethered life indefinitely."

Bez's tone turned very controlled, but other than a quick glance, she couldn't manage to look at him, "Well, I hope you don't plan to continue giving your parents final say over what you do with your life. Or anyone else, for that matter. You aren't a child."

He gave his excuses, but she barely listened. She didn't want to listen. She took a deep breath, instead. She had once envied him. His situation seemed so much different than hers had been. But now…

Bezzie forced herself to relax again. Thankfully, their surroundings made it easy.


"Well, I'd trust your judgment more than theirs."

She let herself really look at him for the first time since the conversation had started. After all, they were in the baths alone together. Bez's eyes drifted over his form with lust for just a moment before she sighed and looked away. Ideally, she would have preferred to take full advantage of the situation, though she knew Cyr was too pig-headed for that. He'd always rejected her advances, a fact that irked her to no end.

She let her frustration show in just one word,
"Sometimes."

Bez forced herself to move away from the train of thought with a sigh, sinking down to sit in the bath, the water lapping at her chin. "Well, nothing we can do about it in here. Speaking of 'in here,' what do you think about all this?"

"Honestly? I think I'm still passed out drunk at that table where you left me. This is a fever dream or something." He slid an arm around her, and she couldn't help but lean into the touch, wanting more. She could feel his eyes on her as Cyr asked, "How are you holding up?"

Bez snorted a laugh at his question. She looked up at him. "Haven't you already asked that?"

"I did, but I didn't believe your answer."

Bez watched him with a raised eyebrow. He was being so serious, it was almost amusing. Almost. "Better now that I can have a bath. I don't know what else you want to hear from me and I don't think it'll be much different from what anyone else would say. I don't like being trapped in here. And I don't think it's just about the supposed assassination attempt," she answered wryly.

"I agree. Something's going on. You out of all of us are the least suspicious person here. I think this is a front for him to get rid of someone here, no matter what any of the rest of us do."

Bezabelle went cold despite the warmth of the bath. It took her a moment but she covered as if she hadn't paused. "The guard wasn't sure that the orders had come directly from the Prince. The whole 'figure out who did it' idea at least. I don't know how to approach that. Is there even any point in doing what they want us to do?"

Bez watched as he chewed his lip, deep in thought. Her own thoughts were slowing to a crawl already. She didn't function well without sleep. He finally spoke, "What a mess. But no matter what, I'm on your side. I'll protect you."

The warmth was starting to force her to relax, despite everything else. She leaned into Cyr, enjoying the feeling of his body against hers. "But why? Why would you want to?"

"You're important to me. I don't have a lot of friends as good as you. And you're smart. If anyone doesn't deserve to be here, it's you."

Her words were softer now too. "Well, only one of us supposedly deserves to be here, and I know that's not you either. It might not be any of us." She sighed, not completely convinced. Bez had a bad feeling about the whole situation. As much as she hoped it would not turn out as horribly as she thought, she knew that hope was probably foolish.

"Well, maybe we should just enjoy our week-long vacation, then?" Now the playfulness returned to Cyr's voice, though he sounded as tired as she felt.

She'd only just relaxed, but her eyes felt so heavy.
"Oh? No. We won't give in... that easy. Will we?" Her entire head was growing heavier, for some reason. Despite her words, it was becoming so easy just to give in.

"Of course not," he replied.

She straightened as Cyr moved closer, trying to fight off drowsiness, but the appeal of his closeness was too much. She let her head drift back to his shoulder, snuggling closer to make the position comfortable.


"And you won't give in either? Will you?"

Despite sounding slightly more awake, she didn't last long enough to hear his full reply. Or if he made one at all.


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"Sometimes, things just don't work out."

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"You want it, I got it. ...It's mine though... you can't have it."

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Cyris Herron

"Sometimes, things just don't work out."

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Eris Leblanc

"I AM NOT FUCKING CUTE!!!"

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Bezabelle

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I want to.. eh, tomorrow.

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