Ｄｅｍｏｎ Ｈｅａｒｔ [O/A -males]

Will You Join Us?

Maybe	28.3%	[ 13 ]
Nope	8.7%	[ 4 ]
YAY CAKE	21.7%	[ 10 ]
Yes for the Demons	15.2%	[ 7 ]
Yes for the Chosen	21.7%	[ 10 ]
Yes for the Ex-Angels	4.3%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 46 ]

[Shadow Vipera]

♤ Location: Home ➩ Portal ➩ Ballroom Doorway ◇ Company: Fellow ball-goers ◇ Feeling: Nervous ◇ Thoughts: Where do I start? ◇ Attire:Fancy Gown Fancy Hair ♤

........Evelina stared out of the carriage window with a vague gaze. Her emotions were heavily mixed; anger, dread, uncertainty about the future, all heavy reminders of her current situation. Yet she continued to retain a degree of hope, hope for something good to come out of this. She remained surprisingly calm despite feeling such mixed emotions on top of knowing that her life was about to completely change.
........Evelina eyed her escort, another boring guard handsomely paid to keep tabs on her. The ride back to her fathers estate wasn't even long but it was completely silent and the new hawk-eyed guard watching her was utterly lackluster. Staring at the hem of her dress , her mind began to wander again. It was a moderately simple dress, white, and extended to just below her knees with slit traveling up to the middle of one of her thighs. 'White huh..' she smirked at the irony, 'How coincidentally sacrificial'.
........ It wasn't much longer that the carriage came to a slow stop in front of the estate. Her guard quickly stepped out and accompanied her all the way to her father's chambers. Her father was ill with grief, nearly bed stricken, for today is the end of the year. Kneeling at her fathers bedside Evelina reached over to hold his hand. She held a gentle expression, it was hard seeing him like this. "Papa, please...", she softly urged him, "...don't be so worried. I'm not afraid of whatever is to come." He reached out to hold her face, his eyes giving away the depth of his pain. "My beautiful daughter, you've always had your mother's strength." Evia remained silent as she held onto her father's hand a moment longer. Words were no longer needed, their hearts spoke loud enough.
........With a weak smile, Evia stood up and placed a kiss on her father's cheek. "Goodbye Papa." Evia didn't have much time left, the guards were already impatiently eyeing her. 'Soulless bastards' Evia's thoughts grew bitter. She already knew what she had to do, there was no need for them to rush her farewells with scrutinous stares. Though they were probably expecting her to try something drastic. Either way the hour was unfortunately up so it was indeed time to leave. Without delaying any further, Evia headed out of the room.
........"Take me to the ferryman, I've finished my farewells." she calmly commanded her escort. He quietly nodded as he understood what she meant. They didn't get too far before a servant girl came running over and halted them. "Lady Evelina," she bowed, "Lord Donnis has come to wish you farewell, will you not see him before you go?" Evelina had to hide the grimace that was ready to infect her expression. Holding an air of poise Evelina responded to the young woman, "Please tell Donnis that I will be more than happy to see him when he is burning in hell. " Evia flashed a sweet smile to the girl, her facial reaction was indeed priceless. Evia performed a quick wave as she continued walking off, leaving the poor woman bewildered and wondering how she could possibly respectfully relay the message.
........Upon arrival to the portal, Evia was rushed into her place in line. Like cattle to the slaughter she watched as several of the 'chosen' stepped through.Some of them rudely given an extra push if they seemed to stall. Now faced with the knowledge that she was out of time, Evelina's nerves started to become unsettled. It hadn't hit her as hard before but collection was now due, with her head still held high she stepped on through into the unknown.

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........ The moment she arrived through the portal Evelina didn't even have a moment to catch her breathe before a few servants hustled and bustled her away to prep for the ball. She was stripped, bathed, redressed, and done up all in a whirlwind fashion. Now with her hair curled and partially pined up with crimson flowers and dark jewels, and a tightly wound corset gown, she stared at herself in the mirror. Based on the reflection those servants did their job well, she felt utterly stunning! The dress, a beautiful shade of deep crimson, hugged her curves quite nicely. Even the was hem was fit perfect, being only 5'1 the hem line was a vital component of the dress. Walking would be nearly impossible if it wasn't accounted for. Although the bust was a little tight, but it may have been purposely designed that way so that it maintained the maximum amount of allowable cleavage while remaining strapless. 'Alright, I guess I'm as ready as I can ever be....' After another minute, Evelina gathered up the rest of her nerves and started to make her way to the ballroom.
........Upon entering the ballroom, Evelina became a bit overwhelmed. There were more people than expected and all so incredibly dressed. Still remaining at the edge of the doorway she scanned the room. There wasn't a 'chosen' sign in table nor the 'mingling with demons' instruction pamphlets that she sarcastically hoped for. Moving a little to the left she now leaned against the back wall, she continued to study those around her. In truth, she was quite curious as to what some of these demons actually looked like. From the looks of things she had to admit that some of them were devilishly attractive. 'At least they don't seem to have have any tentacles...oh wait, oh lord, never mind.' Evelina quickly adverted her gaze elsewhere, she became squeamish at the even thought of those unsettling tentacles creeping about.
........This was starting to get awkward, Evia looked around for some direction she could head instead of just nonchalantly staring at everyone. It was then in which she spotted her salvation, the liquor! "Praise the heavens they have booze!" Evia felt herself smirking again, it was an amusing irony that she just praised heaven for finding alcohol in what seemed like hell. But from the look of things she wasn't the only one excited about the happy hour. "Nothing like liquor to get you on the dance floor quicker.", she spoke to herself, a silly attempt to be more optimistic. She was alone in a world of unfamiliar faces, thus she needed to find her starting point and work her way from there. She just hoped that wherever decided to go, she could get there without tripping on her dress first.

OCC: Please excuse any weirdness in my post, I'm breaking off the rust from my role play skills.

[DruidofDusk]

Desiree had not thought that anyone would take any interest in her trade in this realm. Sure, she had bothered to bring along her journals, the precious books that contained the hundreds of different formulas she had concocted over the years to make an entire plethora of colors that, in the human world at least, had not existed. Especially not on fabric. Not to mention her notes on fiber quality, threading techniques, and even a new subject. Blending. But the demons seemed to her to have their own way of doing things, and in a world with the mystical happened, what use was there for a common weaver? Faust, it seemed, did not see it as she did, and a jitter of excitement began to course throughout the young woman, widening her already alert eyes as another smile of genuine intent split open, her teeth flashing as she took in a gulp of air to begin speaking.

“It is a blend.” She admitted with pride. Such a thing was unheard of as of yet in the human realm. Taking two separate types of fibers and spinning them together into a single thread? Impossible. Or, at least until she had done so. Absently, she took a hand from where he had laid it upon his arm in lieu of his difficult to hold shoulder and smoothed it against the fabric draping her. Touching it now, as a finished product that had been cut and sewn into something else extraordinary, she remembered the months of tedious work that had went into acquiring the fibers themselves, let alone weaving them to produce the elegant artwork.

“I used mohair. I chose the wool from ewes about to enter into their heat. Their wool is glossier then. Then I separated the bushels into bundles made of only a handful, then brushed each three hundred times. One hundred a day.” As she spoke, she seemed to go off into her own world, her gaze trancing out as if she was reliving each step, recalling with a smile of fondness the hard work it had taken.

“After those three days, I rubbed each bundle down with a conditioner made from lard and egg and allowed it to sit for a day. After this, I finally washed the wool, hung it to dry, and repeated the three days of brushing.” Chuckling, she realized what she was doing and replaced her hand where it had been, shaking her head lightly at herself.

“It was ready to be spun then. However, even though the mohair is a fine quality wool, wool it is. As it is worn, it will frizz and turn the sleek fabric into a fluff. I needed to temper it. It’s naturally elastic and has a high sheen, so I needed something that would hold up to the movement the fibers would get. I chose silk. But not just any silk…” She paused dramatically, a proud and mischievous grin leveling out but not dampening the one she had been wearing. Inching nearer, she leaned up onto her tiptoes to whisper as if it was some great secret what she was about to tell him. Which had been, in her human world. Here, however? She found she didn’t care so much.

“It is the silk of spiders. Surprising, I know. But I had noticed that when a thread breaks, it is where its anchor snaps, not the thread itself. It is surprisingly sturdy. If you can spin traditional silk, spider silk isn’t so hard. So every strand of mohair also has a strand of the silk spun in with it. But I didn’t stop there. They are in layers. When I finally began to weave the fabric, I did the mohair blend between layers of silk. If you really feel it, you can tell that there is a slight ripple in the material, where the silk strand is ever so insignificantly thinner than the blended thread. So, I suppose it is a double blend. I have a blended thread and fabric.” She had dutifully ignored his touches to her back as they conversed, focusing on her own pleasure in knowing he enjoyed the feel of her newest creation, instead of how close he was to touching those frayed edges of flesh. She didn’t want to ruin this moment with old memories. Talking about her trade, or more like, being invited to talk about it, was a rare treat. Desiree wasn’t going to let dark memories of times best left alone to begin with spoil everything.

It wasn’t until the music began to fade to the slow end of the song that she realized how long she had been talking, and she blushed with a sheepish smile for her demon companion. She imagined Faust had been bored out of his mind as she had rambled on about the effort that had gone into the beautiful gown he so admired. People only cared for the finished product. They had no mind for why only certain ewes would work, or why an ewe wouldn’t work at all. Or why she wanted to use the silk of spiders instead of the more easily gotten silk of those famed worms. Why fraying, frizzing, and fluffing was something to be avoided, or why those tiny dips that only the observant hand could distinguish, were actually so very important to the overall appearance of the gown. What she had not told Faust was that, in addition to being woven of different fibrous layers, the gown was also dyed different colors, with the thinner, more delicate silken layers being nearly a whole half of shade lighter, with a tint of lavender. While the thicker, more prominent blended layer was darker, with hints of bronze. She guarded the secrets of her dyes zealously, after all. Rambling to him about the variations was not something she was comfortable explaining just yet. It never occured to the little weaver that she had poked outside of her shell, or that while talking, she had revealed a vibrant piece of herself normally only shared amongst piles of thread. All of the doubt and insecurities stood as no match against the pride and self-assuredness she held for her craft. She was the best, afterall. And meek she might have been, but she knew damn well what she was talking about this time.

Even if it wasn't normal dance partner chatter.

Who: Faust Where: Fringes of the ballroom Wearing: Homemade Attire

Feeling:Excited! Doing: Dancing and talking shop

OoC:

[Pax Ethenica]

Boredom was turning to anger, as so many things did in his life up to this moment. He had little interest in talking to the breeding stock he was required to become uncomfortable to see, and the refreshments he had gathered to his lonely table had barely made a dent in the yawning chasm of his belly. Looking up from his empty plate of canapes, he shot an acidic scowl at the dancing floor. The music was ending, not that he had much of an ear for anything where the beat wasn't shaking his bones, but his intense, golden eyes flashed at the sound of arcane babble and he felt the muscles at the back of his jaw tingle when whispering reached him as well.
He couldn't make hind nor hair of much of the words, but there was a different quality to them, a self-assured tone and that was so different to the awkward introductions, bombastic proclamations, and smug preening his unnatural hearing had been tuning out. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the dance floor in the direction he was sure the soft, yet strong proclamations had come from, narrowing into dagger slits while he worked his barbed tongue to pick a bit of fruit from a molar. His jaws ached as he sat up, and his mouth watered as he took in the diminutive, curvy little finger quite literally hanging off the arm of a demon lord. His pang of irritation in having a rival was short lived, however, and soon enough a deep wet purring sound vibrated in his chest as he rose from his seat and strode onto the dance floor just at the waltz ended.
Why was he ever nervous? This was a competition, and if he failed here, then a blade later would solve all his problems.
He was barely taller than the lanky, yet well built demon clinging to the small weaver woman. His nostrils flared as he took a quick sniff, hiding it as a breath before speaking, "I will have this dance." Information flooded his senses as subtle tendrils of seeking force had gathered the wafts of soul scent, and his eyes flashed beneath his brow as he looked down. Both of them smelled like pain. He smelled like violence and struggle, she smelled like old fear, and both aromas mingled to make the ridges along Xocsos' back, hidden by his suit, hurt to split and feed and only politics held him in check.

Who: Xocsos Where: Ballroom Wearing: Things uncomfortable...

Feeling: Hungry. Doing: Closing on the flesh.

OoC: Bloop. My posts are so anemic. Sorry.

[kind_tsukasa78]

✧xx Amun xTam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Amun considered himself and his plan one final time as he waited for the final preparations to be made. It would take one word and everything would be put away, secrets kept, and family safe for however long he chose. No one dared enter his territory without proper care and warning, so not many knew of the life and culture of his home and he was particular about keeping it like that. No one goes into a game with all their cards on the table and Amun wanted as few cards as possible to be shown. And this trip, this one looked to be one of the most exposing ever. Because this would not be a trip he would make himself, if that were the case he wouldn't have given it a second thought, this was to be his eldest breed's debut into the larger demon culture, possibly their first attempts at mates. It would be an important occasion, setting the bar for all their later impressions and an establishment for their images of power. A single misstep and they could be forced to walk back with their tails between their legs or be forced to kill all witnesses, both of which were unacceptable for Amun. But, while thinking this over, the man smiled, a gloriously proud smile, that kept him content with his decision. He also thought os his own reputation with this new event. Few demons went to Te Event after they were successful the first time, rejection hit many people hard. But Amun would be parading in with his own breed to show off, his walking success stories. The knowledge that he had over his children's prowess, the sheer ability that they had, it tickled his soul. He looked up and saw the two now, Ari and Aras, his eldest breed with their mother, Iva, who was by far his favorite wife. "We're ready." He said, giving no opportunities for either child to refute. He then looked to Iva, grinning and pulling her close and kissing her. "As you shall be when I return with the new girl." He reminded her, his eyes shining with dangerous energy. The woman grinned and stroked Amun's wings. "Make sure she can work. The we don't need more pets, we need production value." Amun chuckled deeply. "Very well, though I may bring you a pet should I not find my own." He offered. They shared a knowingly look and Amun released her. Not an inch of jealously was in her gaze, only the manipulation he had fallen for. He turned to his children and motioned for them to follow, which they did wordlessly. A few flaps, a leap, and they soon were in the air and leaving their castle in the horizon...

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Amun and his proteges arrived at The Chosen Ball, or as Amun preferred to call it "The Event", and immediately made note of the relative normality of those around him. There did not seem to be the regular big names that he noticed the other years he had visited. Or perhaps they didn't wish to be noticed yet. It was possible... Amun then checked on Ari and Aras, the two of them were keeping their attention on their father, barely making note of their surroundings. Well trained soldiers, awaiting their orders. Amun smiled and waved them away. "Wander. You shall know when I am in need of you." He said, and the two grinned and did just that. Amun grinned and followed his own advice. While his son went immediately towards the dancing, bowing gallantly toward another demon, , carefully distracting her as his sister slipped the girl's necklace from the neck and put it on herself. Aras then sashayed over to the food and beginning to pick at the desserts. Amun grinned to himself, rather sure that the necklace looked much better on her anyway. But his eyes wandered from Aras to instead the liquor and what had to be the most enthusiastic woman he had ever seen jump to immediately to the booze. Amun mentally marked her and took another look around. He would need an excuse....Ah! There she was. The winged-man jumped to the air and over the crowd to land in front of a beautiful pink haired young lady. He couldn't miss that hair blindfolded and the face it was attached to was rather nice as well. Another mental mark was placed as he took the lady's hand, ever so carefully, so she felt only the gentlest touch. "You shouldn't be hiding away." He said, gently pulling her toward himself. "While you may have been a shy flower back where you were from, you now are the center of attention, you should make the most of it." The man said, looking toward the crowd and glaring back some hungry looking stares till they turned. He smiled as he moved the young lady toward the liquor table. He smiled at the second human lady and poured three glasses. Some red wine and a treat for the pink haired one, a tequila for the energetic one, and a ginger martini for himself. "Please, you two both must relax, otherwise this will be an especially long night." He offered, his wings beating gently and then relaxing to illustrate as he took his first sip. "Though, I suppose if you are lucky and find someone early, it won't have to be as late as you'd suppose."
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OOC: s**t post is s**t. ;_; Because of the on/off switching of gaia, this is the THIRD version

Shadow Vipera

Spiteful Revenge

[Spiteful Revenge]

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Poppy had to take a few moments to herself, her heart was pounding in her chest, eyes full of terror, hand clutched at her throat wanting more than anything to rip that damned necklace from her neck. "What am I doing?! This isn't who I am?! Who do those maids think they are? Giving a false representation to their masters!" Flora muttered to herself, and she had half a mind to just rip that diamond necklace from her neck. This wasn't her, this wasn't who she wanted to show the demons! This event was the turning point to her future, her life from here was on the line! If she started out lying to them now, then how did she expect them to treat her with some sort of respect as a 'Chosen', as a wife, or a mother?

The young woman clenched her fingers around the diamond choker and gave it a half-assed tug, her fingers shaking. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her resolve before she pulled a little harder and felt that if she yanked one more time, and gave a good pull- it'd be off within seconds and she could toss it aside. However, she didn't even get the chance as a creature suddenly dropped down in front of her.

Eyes widened, hands immediately flew to her mouth as she muffled a little squeak of surprise as a long hair gentleman with black wings stood up before her. If her face wasn't already pale, it was practically stark white as he stood up, towering over the small and petite young woman. Her whole bare arm had goosebumps appear across it- not because she was frightened of the demon, but more so frightened of his very 'theatrical' entrance. She would have rather preferred a more typical sort of greeting rather than his 'pizazz'. However, Flora didn't put up much fight as he grabbed her trembling hand into his own. Despite his being a demon, his touch was very light and gentle, she could hardly feel a thing. "Well, humans often do things and act ways they shouldn't." She said, swallowing the lump in her throat as he pulled her closer, her small feet scurrying to keep up with the rest of her so she didn't trip over herself and the big skirt about her.

As he told her that she should accept being the center of attention, while simultaneously turning her away from the others, and leading her in the direction of the dessert and liquor table. It was here that she placed her gentle hands against his arm and pulled herself from his grasp. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not be the center of attention. Contrary to what you may believe, sir, that's not what I'm here for. I'm here to help you save my people, if that means producing strong and eligible half-breed children for war, then so be it. No one ever told me that 'center of attention' was including in that job description. Last I recall, a mother is a hardworking person from the background. It's not their job to bask in the limelight. They're there to care for you, coddle you, kiss, and love you. They're there to sing the lullabies, kiss the boo-boos, and scare the monsters away from underneath your bed and in your closet. There's there to stay up 'til dawn taking care of you when you're sick, and cheering you on in all of your endeavors when you're healthy. They're there to cook and provide for us when we're hungry, and spoil us with sweet treats when the days are all but cheerful. If I'm not going to be the center of attention then, I most certainly don't want to be the center of attention now." As she spoke, it was obvious that the cowering young woman in the corner was not as meek and defenseless as one would have expected.

Carefully, she took the stemmed glass of wine from the demon as he offered it to her, and couldn't help but suddenly become absorbed in something so simple as the cupcake on top. She stared at the violet-red icing and plucked the black cherry from the tip to taste the icing and made a face. "Too much liquor, the cream cheese icing is overpowered by it." But that was to be expected- humans were much easier to tolerate when they were drunk- or so that's how she expected the demons to think. "I don't drink, no offense to all that do, but I don't see it to be productive in any way- it hinders busy hands, and busy minds." She bowed her head to the nearby woman at the liquor table that the demon had also greeted. Flora replaced the glass of wine, and took one of the cupcakes from the platter to place on top as it had been decorated before it was offered. "I'm so very sorry, but if you'll please excuse me... I doubt I'll be much interesting conversation. Have a beautiful evening." Slowly, Flora backed away from the other, carefully unwrapping the cupcake to sidestep the heavy liquor icing, and eat the chocolate-rum cake instead, which was actually quite pleasant. Flora saw no reason to stay and chatter, he didn't seem to have anything of interest to really talk about. He seemed carefree.... granted, she expected most demons would be, seeing as their lives were to last forever. But he didn't seem the type to understand her work ethic, or her logic. He seemed to be more interested in the party itself rather than what it would inevitably lead to for those few humans milling about.

As Poppy was about to finish her cupcake, she spotted the sets of double doors opened near the musicians, out to a balcony overlooking what she expected to be the garden. If the demon and his new-found companion had nothing else to say, she'd give them a curtsy and turn to head in that direction, gently pushing through the crowd, excusing herself if she so much as brushed a person's arm.
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Where?: Ballroom, near the dessert and liquor table
With who?: A Demon (Amun), and a pretty woman (Evelina)
Where ever did you get your outfit?!: Gown, Hair, & Jewelry: Hair Piece, Earrings, Necklace

kind_tsukasa78

Shadow Vipera

[Shadow Vipera]

♤ Location: Ballroom ◇ Company: Mysterious Demon (Amun) & a passionate young woman (Flora), ◇ Feeling: Intrigued◇ Thoughts: Oh, well hello then ◇ Attire:Fancy Gown Fancy Hair ♤

........ By the good grace of fate Evelina some how manged to make her way down the grand stair case without tripping over herself. Her heels were designed more for beauty than for functionality. A characteristic that she now cursed under her breathe as she narrowly avoided one close call that was mostly unnoticeable unless seen by an observant eye. However, the stair case was only half of her journey. The next step was getting to the table full of magic just across the way. This was the easy part, once on the floor Evelina with a graceful enthusiasm, glided her way to the liquor. She managed to get a few stares as she made her way through the crowd, some with hunger, some with contempt. None of it mattered to her, she had her own agenda for the moment. If she had to be here she damn well was going to try and make the best of it, hopefully everything would just fall into place by the end of the night. Perhaps luck would finally sprinkle some fortune upon her, or maybe she would have to brazenly make her own luck.
........ Not long after reaching her target, Evelina was surprised to see a rather tall demon swoop down with another woman in arm. A moment before, Evia was rather dedicated on deciding on she wanted to try from the various assortment of foods and drinks. She was rather curious on if things tasted any different here, after all, some of the things looked fairly normal while others had an abnormal incandescent appearance. Hopefully all of it was more delicious than toxic. For a moment Evia watched as a blond woman at the other end of the treat table went off to dance with one of the more interesting looking of characters at the party. Just from a look Evia felt that this woman seemed the type to be able to hold her own, she rather wished she had arrived a little earlier so that she may have had a chance to talk to this blond girl before she went off to dance. It was during this thought in which the demon had arrived.
........ He was quick and fluid in his movements. Evelina wasn't sure how to react as a rather refreshing glass of tequila made its way in front of her, courtesy of the mysterious winged demon in front of her. She watched him takes a sip of his drink, noticing the flick of his wings just as he did. "I'm not usually so lucky" she coolly responded as she lightly gripped her glass. 'I guess tequila it is' she thought as she curiously eyed him but rapidly switched her gaze over to the pink haired girl who was now making a bit of a fuss. His actions could have been considered a bold move on his part, but interesting none the less. Evelina raised an eyebrow in response to the girls sudden speech. It was a bit unexpected, she appeared to be another one with a strong will, but there also seemed to be a hard-wired sense of duty within that pretty little pink head. 'Perhaps she needs a drink more than anyone else in this entire ballroom...'
........ Evia remained quiet while the girl continued to speak, she kept her eyes on her as she would have felt rude to have looked away. "That is a noble decision, you deciding not indulge in the temptations of alcohol." Evelina responded to the girl as she took a quick sip from the drink she was made. It was a bit strong for her taste, but still good. "Though I must say a little liquor is beneficial, it's only when a person loses control of themselves or succumbs to the alcohol in which they lose such will and ambition." Evelina was being polite in her words as she spoke, trying not to accidentally offend the girl in any way. The girl probably would have made plenty of good conversation, despite what she claimed, but it was easy to tell she had some where else she rather be. "Well if that is what you wish then I hope you have a lovely evening as well, Miss." Evia gently smiled and bowed her head back towards the young woman who was now holding a partially eaten cupcake.
........ Evia took another sip from her drink before turning her attention to the unidentified demon. She wondered just who was this man and what were his intentions. Every demon here has their own intentions, the main one being finding the right 'chosen' to mate. It was long term use that differed. Evelina was wise enough to know this and not build a fantasy that every chosen was guaranteed a safe happy life after fulfilling their purpose with their demon suitor. Some may be lucky enough to end up feeling affection towards their demon, while others may have resign to their fate. The truth was rarely pretty therefore it was only natural for Evelina to feel a little apprehensive. "Well it seems you sure know how to swoop a lady off her feet." Evia lightly teased him with a vaguely mischievous smile in place. Despite her thoughts of caution , it seemed Evelina would not be treading as lightly as she had previously planned.

kind_tsukasa78


Spiteful Revenge

OCC: Forgive me if there are any mistakes, I wrote this really late >-<

[RosePetalsWither]

ＮＯＲＡ Ｓｅｌａｋｉｒｅ↙↙

ｔｈｅ ｄｅｍｏｎｓ ｂｒｉｄｅ

ａｎｄ ａｌｌ ｄｉｓｃｏｖｅｒ. . .xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. . .ｓｈｅ ｈａｓ ａ ＤＥＭＯＮ ＨＥＡＲＴ

▐ Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: The balcony over the gardens ▐ Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: Kilik & Absolom ▐ Ｗｈａｔ: Socializing▐ Ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ: Intrigued▐

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Ｌｉｋｅ ｆｉｒｅ, Ｅｖｅｎ ｔｈｅ Ｓｔａｒｓ Ｙｏｕ'ｄ Ｉｎｓｐｉｒｅ
Ｉ'ｖｅ ｔａｋｅｎ ａｌｌ ｌｅａｖｅ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｓｅｎｓｅｓ,
Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｃｌｏｓｅｒ ｔｏ ｙｏｕ...
Ｎｅａｒｉｎｇ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｇｈｔ Ｉ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ ｔｈｅ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇｎｅｓｓ.

He sat there in silence, his back turned, head resting in his hands, fingers massaging against his temple. He was angry, he was doing everything he could not to yell, not to tear away from that dark mahogany desk and land the palm of his hand across my face. He never forgave me after what had happened to Deilah and Charlotte, and now I was going to do the same thing to his youngest, his little prized gem. Why didn’t he understand? I do this out of love. I will not sit by helplessly waiting for those vile creatures to take our daughters. These holy men were good people, they guaranteed the safety of our children. What is one little mark upon their faces when it saves them from being a chosen?

“she’ll never go willingly, Caroline.” My husband finally spoke, defeat upon his deep voice as a sigh escaped his form. Slowly he turned to me, his deep blue eyes holding a sea of emotion. I have branded his children, ruining them for a high society marriage. But it won’t all be for naught. “I am sorry Charles” I murmur, brushing a stray curl of raven hair back into place behind my ear. With that I turned, leaving him to the silence of his study, Our marriage will never be the same after tonight.

She was in the gardens, lost in the sea of shrubbery, fountains, and floral sculptures. She was always there. “Nora..” I called out, but as usual there was no direct response, just the chime of childish laughter. Emerging from behind a cluster of potted roses, her little form peeped into view. I gasped, alarm flashing through me. All that mud! She was covered head to foot, in a cream white dress none the less! Behind her was the baker’s boy, just as filthy and in his hands a vile slime covered frog. “Momma.” gasped, terror playing across her young features, she must of thought i was the maid. “we were just playing. I didn’t mean to..” the child quickly stammered, making the best attempt of wiping the mud off her arms and dress, making it worse. I couldn’t be mad at her, not when I knew that in a few short hours she would be screaming. Closing my eyes, I exhaled, controlling the motherly urge to scold. “It will wash out.” I finally replied, the answer causing other wave to terror to flash across Nora’s face. The baker’s boy at her side shifted uneasily, no doubt fighting with the choice to run and hide, or stand his ground. “Come Nora.” I pointed to the spot beside me, my voice stern, but not harsh. Hesitantly my daughter glanced to her play partner and then to the frog before quietly obeying and closing the distance between us. “can I go out and play latter, if I promise not to get dirty, momma?” Her soft little voice chimed, hands fidget ing together as they rested against her muddy dress. “Im afraid, we have someplace to be latter love. maybe tomorrow.” She nodded her head, “Where are we going?” she then asked. I couldn’t tell her, I didn’t have the heart to. “Just someone to see, just the two of us.” I mustered a smile. I do this out of love.

“You have my word fair Lady, this will protect your sweet child.” The elderly man in dark cleric robes weighed the coin purse in his hands. Deilah and Charlotte weren’t even close to the much. but what was all the money in the world, if I got to see my daughter grow up? I could hear her screams from the next room. I moved towards the door, reaching the thick blankets that separated the rooms. The old man quickly blocked my path. “It would be best for you to stay out here Madam” he quickly explained ushering me towards a chair off to the side of the room. “The Cruce of Divine Promise is a powerful, powerful spell. We can’t allow for any interruptions.” he explained, I only nodded trying to ignore my daughter’s pleas, her voice cracking as she cried for me. My heart ached. Someone yelled from inside the room, a language I could not understand. “Excuse me Madam.” the elder quickly excused himself and passed through the curtain and into the other room, More of that unknown language could be heard mixed among the sound of my daughter. They had to restrain her, arms and legs strapped to a bed, while her head was held firmly in place by another cleric. A long copper shaft with a pointed tip was dipped in the blessed ink, and with each tap at the end of the holy relic, it branded her skin.

“We had to sedate her” Several hours latter the man’s voice broke through my thoughts, his fingers were stained with deep purple ink and blood. My daughter’s blood. He stepped aside, letting me through. The room was cramped, a single bed situated in the middle, while shelves filled with a variety of bottles lined the wall. Nora laid unconscious, her little form rising with each shallow breath. “Oh my dear girl” I felt my self gasp, hands pressing to my lips. Upon her left cheek was the symbol, nearly taking up that entire side of her face below the eye. The wound looked angry, red and irritated, blood still prickled the find lines of the Cruce, ink was still smeared across her pale skin. “You can take her now, Madam. It is completed. Deilah and Charlotte had symbols no larger than a coin, one at the chin, and the other in the middle of the forehead. “Why is it so large…” I managed to say, my gaze shifting upward to the man. “She is a pretty one, no? The old man chuckled, “The demons like them pretty, your family has a history of being Chosen. Extra precaution.” he continued, helping me lift Nora into my arms. “right, of course. I muttered, my attention now fully pointed towards getting my sweet girl home and tucked away in her bed. Tomorrow I would tell her of the Demons and Angels, and all about our family’s curse.


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Nora continued to be lost in her own thoughts, the glass in her hand now empty, the contents drained. Still, she swayed gently to the music, a sort of trance as she continued to look out over the gardens. Part of her just wanted to hop down from the railing, get herself lost in the maze of shrubbery, find out where it leads.She glanced down at the fountain below, there was a slim chance she could make the jump without breaking something. She sighed, finally lifting herself from the railing and turning to glance back at the ballroom. It was hard to spot the other Chosen, everyone seemed intermingled at this point. All in All tho, things weren’t what she expected, and would she dare admit it? A pleasant surprise? A slight smirk turned at her lips. It was certainly and adventure, waiting to be explored.

Debating on going to search out a refill for her now empty glass, someone drew her attention. A man, with vibrant colored hair, and a smile upon his lips. Nora’s face lit up, her own expression returning the favor. “It is, I would love a closer look at the gardens” Her gaze turned once more the grounds below them before returning once more to the stranger at her side. “May I?” She asked, watching him fiddle with he collar of his shirt. Setting the empty glass aside, Nora turned towards him, her fingers gently loosening the collar of his shirt, and brushing out any creases. “Very dashing.” she mused, a bit of playfulness upon her tone as her blue eyes flickered towards the man’s handsome face. She noticed a chain tucked beneath the stiff fabric, her curiosity growing as her hands fell to the neck of the jacket and fixed it in a similar manner to the shirt. “Hopefully tomorrow we shall be allowed to dress ourselves.” She took a step away then, admiring her handiwork, and hoping that the quick fix would be bring him a bit more comfort. “I’m Nora by the way.” she smiled lightly, letting her back rest against the railing. However the two were approached shortly after, a gentleman with long golden hair that fell in waves over broad shoulders, and far more well dressed than any other male her eyes had ever come across. Unease would warn at the back of her mind, He couldn’t be human.

Nora shifted, bringing her full attention to the new arrival. It would of been a lie to say that her eyes didn’t wander head to toe before settling on the beautiful creatures face. “A very good evening indeed” Nora remarked, head nodding softly downward greeting the new arrival.

o.o.c :Symbol on Nora's Cheek

SeeleWolf

Midnaeve

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[kind_tsukasa78]

✧xx Amun xTam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Amun looked between the two young women as he handed them their drinks, entertained by the contrast he saw. A pale flower of a beauty, with added bonus of pale pink hair to boot, turned out to be a rather stubborn one. Everything about her catered to an expectation of frail shyness or uncertainty, like a princess in a children's story, but from her starting sentence her mind and actions said quite the opposite. There was fierceness, even a passion, to her critism of him and her enforced physical distance. This contrast with herself was intriguing, what had those who prettied her up intended by dressing her for a tea party? "You misunderstand." He told her simply, "While the duties you describe are by no means unwanted or ignorable by those searching here, they are not the top standards you will be measured on tonight. For tonight is not the night of showing yourself as a mother, your capacity to learn such things are likely a requirement for being brought here. No, what we're searching for tonight, is someone that we won't throw into the pits of hell beasts after a year." He explained using a tone of intellectualism, not descriptions of possible murder. "I can assure you as well, that the monsters to fear are not the ones under the bed. They feel no need to be shy." And with that, he took a drink of his martini, paying little mind to her critique. He was a demon, she human, their tastebuds were not likely wired the same, so her opinion on cuisine was less than useless at this point. Besides, he liked the alcohol. As the pink haired one set aside the glass and left, only telling the other woman he had served that she would not be good conversation. Amun made note, rudeness to others was a serious point to contend with...though it could always be unlearned with some purgatory. Amun smiled at the thought and waved her good bye, making sure to remember where the mental target he had placed on her before turning back to the dessert table and looking over the goods for himself.

He found some dark, delicious looking bourbon truffles and turned to the second target. She contrasted in an entirely different fashion to the other. Her dress and playful smile (along with her vigor for alcohol) would have you think her the more brash of the two, yet her words and actions had been nothing but pleasant, cordial even. If Amun was honest with himself, he'd know that he preferred it in such a fashion. While the image of a demon taking a beautifully frail looking princess off to his castle would be rather fairy tale-esque, he knew well enough what happened to demons in those stories and how difficult someone who didn't wish to be around tended to be. "I believe in the classics.Fortunes favor the bold." He said simply, offering her one of the truffles. "And I shall continue being bold by declaring that I don't agree with you." He said playfully, a impish smile on his face. "There is no temptation like alcohol that is bad for you in any quantity, so long as you do not kill oneself in the process. Temptations like that are never the way that they are portrayed, after all, what good demon story starts with someone being drunk or high? They didn't make the deal in their right minds, that kind of trickery wouldn't past muster as stealing a soul. No, the true temptations are the ones that a person, fully aware of what it means, chooses to do the wrong thing anyway. That is top-class temptation work. All that banter about prudence and temperance as something the church or someone put in for economic reasons. Not even demons would instill a sin-tax." The demon man looked to the dancers, and then to the ceiling of the ball. "Have you ever fancied dancing on air?" He asked offering his hand to the woman, prepared to pull her into the air and dance above the other guests in a show of ability and goshdarn fun, two things that seemed to be firmly lacking at this shindig.
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OOC:

Shadow Vipera

Spiteful Revenge

[Midnaeve]

♕ 𝓣𝔂𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴
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♔ What if I told you that I planned this? What if I want to lose control? What if I take the blame, become the drug, dissolve as you swallow? ♔

♔Where:: The Ballroom ♔With:: The large crowd, Viira ♔What:: Calculating..

Little time had passed before Tyraveal became bored with his surroundings. His drink was now empty and Viira had moved to socialize with old friends, leaving him to brood alone. His nails tapped lightly on the hollow glass as his crystal eyes looked around the ballroom. Nothing was particularly interesting. The humans were much less interesting than he had hoped. What good was an experiment if you couldn’t find an intriguing subject? His posture had slackened and he huffed in disappointment, much like a child who was bored with all his toys. He was beginning to doubt if this had been a good idea after all. Its not like he was really losing anything if he left empty handed, but he hated the thought of his parents being able to think they had been right all along. He grimaced at that idea and decided he’d rather not end up with that. So where to begin in this mundane crowd?

”If you make such dark expressions, you won’t make any friends dearie.” Viira’s voice rang upon her return. She seated herself beside him and sat upright in an attentive manner, scanning the room as he had been. ”Let’s begin the process, then. No sense in wasting time. The hormones in this room are chokingly strong, so all the candidates might be impregnated before you can even say hi.” she blabbered. She received a blatant eye roll and disapproving headshake from her lord, but she only smirked at them. ”How about one of them.” she said, pointing towards the group near the table of drinks. Tyraveal shook his head. ”If they have to find solace in drinks right away then they won’t last long. Besides, it seems the boyish one has drawn the attention of someone else. It won’t be long before they are surrounded by the lesser that prey on the weak.” he said nonchalantly. His focus hung on the small group for a second, taking in the doe eyed dark skinned woman and the short haired blonde with an obvious attitude issue. He didn’t linger on the demon and had already turned away when a new female chosen had joined the group and their liquor table. His eyes scanned over the ball room main floor, noticing the few chosen who had gathered the courage to dance with devils.

”What about those two?” she tried again, pointing towards the balcony. The two had risen and begun to walk the room, circling like watchful vultures. Tyraveal followed her gaze and found a raven haired woman situating the shirt collar of the purple haired male. Again he shook his head, but didn’t speak his reasoning. His interest was sparked by them, but he simply did not wish to venture outdoors. Not to mention the androgynous demon who had just swooped over to them. ”Picky picky.” Viira mumbled. She seemed to have given up for the moment, but Tyraveal was still alert of his surroundings. He was surprised to find more chosen pooling out of the hall entrance. A crimson clad woman with brown locks entered and stared around the room, looking rather confused. A pink haired one timidly hovered at the railing and he considered her. No. She was too fragile looking. That wouldn’t do. The two newcomers eventually ended up together with a male demon anyway. Maybe Viira was right; he needed to get a move on.

Finally, someone struck his interests. A dark haired woman dressed in black, with steel accents of red, descended the steps and seemed to take in the room. Though she was attractive, it wasn’t just her appearance that interested him. It was how she carried herself. She was the first woman he had seen walk in there without a look of terror or feigned courage. Hopefully she wouldn’t disappoint him. Tyraveal gave a look to Viira, who just grinned before disappearing into the crowd. Alone he ventured across the room, meeting the chosen girl at the bottom step. His light colored eyes trailed over her figure before meeting her ruby eyes. He gave a charming smile and drew right his arm to himself in a half bow. ”Good evening.” he greeted. Unlike most of the demons in the room, his form was thin and somewhat small. Sure he was a tall height compared to humans, but for a demon he was just average. His face had sharp features, but they were youthful in a way giving him a less threatening appearance. So his approach wasn’t intimidating or oppressive, but light and smooth. He didn’t speak any further, but would observe her initial reaction before decided where the course of the conversation would go.


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{O.O.C;; Tyri don't be so judgy Viira }

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♔ Covered in your silhouette, Elated for your bitter end. Don't hide the shame from our lips. Glowing in amber, burn in sin! ♔

[seidkonacat]

Tzafiq Dajal
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"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours.
It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.”

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Tzafiq was alone in his rooms, reading, when the summons came. It was a regular pastime for him. He had found, over several long centuries, that it was better to keep appraised of the world around him. (One never knew when the balance of power might shift, after all. It was the reason he kept an extensive spy network throughout both Hell and the Mortal Realms--one could never be too careful, after all.)

A sharp, repetitive trill reached his ears, the result of a tiny spell he had set up to let him know if anyone was approaching his door. It was in the form of a small bell that lay on his desk which suddenly levitated and began to ring vigorously. It caught the fallen angel’s attention and he glanced up, just as a discreet knock sounded in his door. He made a subtle gesture and the bell stopped it tolling, clinking back down on his desk. “Come in,” He called, his voice a little rough from disuse. He cleared his throat as his personal servant Alasdair stepped through the door, simple black linen robes whispering as he bowed. “My Lord, I beg your pardon. The Chosen have arrived.”

Tzafiq sighed and stood up gracefully, straightening his clothing. Of course; the ball to welcome the Chosen. Tzafiq had never before elected to pick any of the Chosen, male or female, and often did not bother to attend. Normally, his mind was occupied with higher thoughts than breeding. But maybe thousands of years of solitude was getting old, even for him.

Shaking his head to clear it of any more nonsense, Tzafiq looked up. His electric blue eyes met Alisdair’s, and the former flinched and looked away from his direct gaze, suddenly nervous. Tzafiq allowed his marble lips to curve into a smile. Even the servants closest to him knew to be nervous. Good. “Thank you, Alasdair. Wait for me downstairs, I’ll be along in a moment.” The servant bowed and left as quickly and quietly as he had arrived.

His robe was a dark black, stark against his chalk-pale skin. The red shirt peeking out from beneath the robe, heavily and intricately embroidered, was equally striking against the white. Even the wings that emerged from his back were light and silver, feathered and delicate. They always stood out along with a few others, pale and unusual against the often-dark wings of the born-demons he was normally surrounded with. His light was what set him apart, though Tzafiq fancied he felt himself fade a little every year, his pale glow darkening into grey. He had been alone for a long time.

He took his time making his way downstairs to the ball, entering discreetly through one of the many hidden doors. A servant spied him and immediately offered him champagne. Tzafiq took it and sipped it slowly, surveying the room and its occupants. Most, if not all of the Chosen had arrived, and many of his fellow demons were there as well. Couples were scattered about the room, drinking or dancing. The emotions on the faces of the human and demons ranged from nervous to downright predatory.

He met his brother’s eyes and nodded in acknowledgement. He raised his glass and smiled, lightly. His brother was the one person in Hell he was always sure of as an ally.

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((OOC: Finally posting! *collapse*))

[SeeleWolf]

Faust was graced with another brilliant smile from his dance partner before she dove into the explanation of the material of her dress.

Ahh, of course, so this is where the weaver's true comfort lies.

Faustos listened attentively as Desiree removed her hand from his arm to stroke the fabric of her gown, much in the way the demon had been tempted to do just a few moments before. While there were certain intricacies Faust did not know the particulars of, at first he was perfectly content with the amount of detail she divulged to him. He would certainly have more questions, but for now he attended without interruption as they continued to move through the basic steps of the waltz.

Suddenly, Desiree was much closer, the grin on her face taking on a hint of impishness and a good deal of pride. Her expression was much like that of a child about to share the secret of finishing a particularly difficult puzzle that only they had figured out so far. He leaned forward slightly as their dancing paused, the young woman stretching up on her tiptoes as though to whisper in his ear. Faust couldn't help the tingle that ran down his spine as she began to speak softly. As many times as he told himself he did not need to know every aspect of a being, the thirst still remained, along with the knowledge that the information was all within reach.

But we cannot have them all.

Secrets. Desiree shared one now, of spider's silk, but he wanted it all. He always wanted to know everything that was hidden. The silk would be strong, but how would she have handled the stickiness? Not to mention how would she collect the amount she would need in the first place? Why do the crowds make her so nervous? Why did she flinch at his touch on her back?

Faustos clenched his jaw for a moment as he wrestled the desire for answers back under control. If he let his thoughts run wild, it would be even more difficult to temper a sudden, strong impulse. He renewed his concentration on the material of Desiree's gown.

Ripples?

Beneath the fingers of the hand held lightly against her back, he had noticed the unexpected texture. It was as if the fabric had ribbing, but on such a small scale that it was almost completely imperceptible unless one was looking for it. The color, a beautiful shade of burgundy, was also of interest. Depending on the angle, the shade seemed to shift slightly. Faust glanced back into the woman's eyes to find her entire face glowing from the exhilaration of expounding on a subject of intimate familiarity. Even her posture was different than just a few minutes before. Shoulders back, head up, with the air of one who is in perfect control of a situation.

That is, until Desiree noticed the music had stopped. An almost apologetic expression crept over her fair features, though she did not lose the glow of pride. Faust studied her blushing face for a moment before breaking out into a grin.

"With knowledge and skill like that, you may find you will do quite well here in Hell. Though you leave me with many questions I would like to ask..."

The sudden presence of a massive figure beside him dissuaded him from saying more. Faustos dropped his hand from Desiree's back as he turned to look at the new arrival. While the demon stood only a few inches taller than Faust, his width was impressive, to say the least. "Ox" was the first thought that came to mind, but that most subtle flicker in the other's eyes suggested something intelligent and lethal resided within the pale, hulking body.

No, not an ox...

A name floated to the forefront of his mind. Xocsos. The son of a clan leader. Faust tilted his head slightly as he studied the man briefly.

I wouldn't know that unless I'd met him before. Unless someone I've blooded knew him.

Faust could not recall ever having met him previously. But whether he had received the information from an angelic opponent, or through the blood of a demon during one of his more... uncontrolled moments during the war, did not particularly matter. Faust had the man's name, and since Xocsos would have no reason to know the clawed demon, he had that slight advantage.

No, it is best if he thinks me of nothing more than a lesser demon entertaining a human with a dance until a more suitable mate comes to claim her.

Faust glanced sideways at Desiree.

Though she has been quite... interesting. Maybe I'll give him a bit of a run for her.

An easy smile spread on his face as he returned his full attention again to the young woman. He still had one of her hands gently clasped in his, and here he bowed. He brought his lips close to the back of her hand, but did not touch the pale skin.

"Thank you, dear lady, for the dance."

He tilted his head up and met her gaze, his eyes bright with the thought of future mischief. He then stood upright and released her hand. He turned slightly to the massive demon still standing beside him and nodded.

"Good evening, Lord Xocsos."

His words were polite, no undertone of derision or suggestion of superiority. Unlike one of his favorite pink demons, Faustos did not feel the need to assert his authority whenever a more physically dominant figure entered the room. Rippling with muscle Xocsos might be, but he would still bleed.

We all do. We all bleed in the end.

He excused himself, and stepped away into the crowd of demons mingling before the next dance with only a last unreadable glance toward Desiree. He weaved himself into the crowd a bit and out of sight of the petite woman and Xocsos before pausing.

I hope he's a more graceful dancer than he would initially appear to be. If he were to trip and land on top of her, I don't think she'd make it out alive.

[Midnaeve]

❖ 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓴 𝓨𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓻
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❖ Would you mind if I hurt you? Understand that I need to? I wish that I had other choices... than to harm the one I love.. ❖

♔Where:: The Ballroom ♔With:: Nora and Alom ♔What:: Taking everything in

Kilik was pleased to find this woman agreed with him and he returned her smile. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat satisfied with himself, since he rarely conversed with people outside of his work. He nodded at her statement about wishing to see the gardens closer and his gaze shifted towards the expansive greenery. It was filled with foreign plants and shrubbery, all neatly kept in order. It must require many workers to keep it up, as it stretched far over the land. It had a sense of enchantment to it that drew one’s attention in, absorbing it much like the demons who filled the ballroom.

His thoughts drifted to various scenarios in which he could sneak off into the mysterious garden. Most of them ended in him getting caught by the demon guard brigade and getting dragged back after some not so nice words were exchanged. Or perhaps he would get severely lost and end up starving to death in a demon’s labyrinth. Maybe something less eventful would happen and he just got eaten by some strange magical plant. Even if no one noticed his absence, escaping the party didn’t mean escaping the demon manor. He would become a free lawn ornament. All not so fun scenarios that were more trouble than they were actually worth. Of course, it wasn’t like he would actually plan on trying anything, this was all just the result of an overactive imagination. He wasn’t exactly the paragon of health and would probably end up just hurting himself. Alas, the best things in life were always something you couldn’t actually touch.

His mind was brought back to the present when she asked permission to touch his shirt. He wasn’t going to object, but she was adjusting his collar before he could say anything. His posture became somewhat tense, however. Kilik wasn’t used to people being this close to him. People had kept their distance from him his whole life and had especially done so for the past year. They didn’t neglect him, they just seemed to be afraid if they neared too close he would break. As she adjusted his jacket to a more comfortable wear, he looked over her features. She had lovely dark hair that accented the blue of her eyes, but he was mostly drawn to the symbol on her cheek. It was a tattoo of some intricate design and it triggered his artistic curiosity. It was rude to pry though, so he didn’t ask her about it. She apoke before taking a step back and looking him over. ”I certainly hope so. I could barely breath in this attire, so I can’t imagine how you must feel.” he said, giving her outfit a once over before looking away in slight embarrassment. It was clear the women had not been dressed modestly. Demons must not have time for that. ”Thank you then, Nora. I’m Kilik.” he responded to her introduction and met her eyes again. When her gaze fell behind him, he turned to see what was there.

Kilik found an androgynous looking figure moving towards them, golden hair falling over its shoulders and bright green eyes trained on the two of them. The male had an inhuman air about him and Kilik found it hard to not stare at him. The demon had fair facial features that were complemented by the long locks of hair. His body was hinted with muscle and cut in a masculine form. He was practically a walking sculpture, just with super fancy clothes. Kilik was not intimidated but intrigued by the newcomer, which was a danger in itself. Danger wasn’t something that often crossed his mind, though. When the demon stopped and spoke, Kilik was still analyzing his form. It was a terrible habit he had, taking in every detail of something he found interesting without trying to hide what he was doing. He had been doing it since he was a child, since he had been forced to observe things for so long. His mother would scold him for staring, but it was really much more than that. "Good evening." he finally responded with a respectful nod. He also gave a slight smile, though the other man had not.


{O.O.C;; Kilik you weirdo, Sorry for such a wait. }

Wither of Roses



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❖ I've been waiting for someone like you! But now you are slipping away. Why, why does fate make us suffer? There's a curse between us, between me and you ❖

[Shadow Vipera]

♤ Location: Ballroom ◇ Company: Amun ◇ Feeling: Whimsical ◇ Thoughts: Hell yeah I want to dance! ◇ Attire:Fancy Gown Fancy Hair ♤

........Evelina curiously watched as he extended a bourbon truffle her way. Having quite the sweet tooth and a weakness for such things, Evia gracefully accepted the truffle. She continued to stare at him as she slowly bite into it. Exquisitely delicious, just as she had hoped! Evia took a moment to savor the treat as the mysterious demon started speaking to her.

"...I shall continue being bold by declaring that I don't agree with you."

........She finished licking a stray drop of the chocolate bourbon filling off her lips, just in time to c**k an eyebrow at his statement. "Oh?" she quietly responded, waiting to hear his explanation in which he was swift to deliver. ...We only just met and he is already challenging my words...' Evia took another generous sip from her glass as she thwarted her eyes towards the dance floor. She had listened to what he said, even agreeing with him on some points but not entirely agreeing either. She suspected that alcohol may have a different degree of effects across species but she has also seen how men have willingly given in to alcohol , making monsters out of themselves through the over indulgence of drink. But who is to say that they weren't monsters to begin with, just enabled with the excuse of intoxication for their misbehavior. Either way none of it mattered now. Men, gods, and monsters, they might as well all be the same for all she cared. Evelina is now here because of them, but it is too late for any regrets. All that is left to do is for her to play the game laid out before her. If things were going to work towards her advantage she knew she needed to play it right.
........ Evelina was still dabbling in he thoughts when the mysterious man held out his hand offering her a dance. 'Did he just invite me to dance on air?' A sly smile crept onto Evelina's face as she thought about the gesture.How could she possibly refuse? He was practically offering to fulfill one of her oldest running secret fantasies. She actually knew many woman who would even swoon at the thought, excluding that the man offering was indeed a demon. This variable, however, held no prevalence with Evelina; demon or not, she was a lady being offered a special dance, one in which she was happily obliged to accept. It would be difficult to even try and begin to hide the hints of excitement evident in her eyes and expression. "I must admit I tend to fancy even the most exotic of dances.", Evia lightly smiled as she took hold of his hand."Just be sure not to drop me anywhere unpleasant" she noted, her tone moderately playful but with a slight serious undertone. If she was going to do this she was going to have to give some amount of trust and control to him, hopefully none of it was being misplaced for the sake of a whimsical dance across the ballroom ceiling.

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OCC: After writing this three times over (and yes it gets worse with every try) I am glad to have finally finished xD , sorry for the wait though <3

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✧xx Amun xTam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Amun watched as the young lady's eyes twinkled in excitement. His proposition was something he found both pleasing in his own mind, fun to have other people watch, rare enough that he felt proud in being able to do it in relative ease, and romantically charming. All of those qualities together made for something he was seldom to use but oft willing to deploy for what he felt deserved it. This woman, the excitement he caught in her eyes, and his general will to lord his presence over the other members at the ball made this the perfect opportunity for just that. Amun took her and and tugged, again as gently as he could as to not harm the woman, thus pulling her to his side. He then wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted the hand he held into the correct leading position. "I assure you, that I have no intention of letting you go." The man said, his voice silken as he looked to the young woman. "So rather, it should be you that should be wary. Pray don't let go." And with that the demon's wings gave a powerful and heavy flap. This movement alone seemed to carry enough strength to it to feel like a punch through the air, but in holding the woman to his chest, Amun kept her from feeling those effects, instead having some of those immediately around the drinking table become far more acquainted with their liquids of choice. The two rose into the air, far above the other dancers, to just below the lowest hanging chandeliers. Amun's grip relaxed slightly again, allowing the two to take a slightly more natural pose. He was no longer gripping her so much as allowing her body to relax against his own. Balance would be her focus, more so than grip. It was with this simple pose that Amun had carefully created the best way to hold someone while they were able to rest their entire weight onto his elbow, similar to sitting against a rail, all while their feet would appear to dangle. The lady would have to hold onto him, but otherwise, it would appear that they were dancing on air while the demon occasionally would twitch or flap his wings to keep the two of them aloft.

And then they began to dance. Amun allowed it to stay slow, after all, few of the humans had ever been up so high without something artificial under them. A learning curve had to be implemented, and Amun himself didn't mind. Already he was garnering some looks of both envy and contempt, a mixture that told Amun he was getting the reaction he wanted. He also saw the gaze of his two children. Aras seemed ready to jump up and join them, stealing her father's idea and running with it. She seemed bored by the human playthings on display, though even Amun had noticed the hansom human males they had this year. Perhaps she still didn't appreciate humans yet. That would have to change. Ari seemed impressed, but more bored. The boy was still not as enthused about The Event or any change to his life. And like a bored child he had headed to the walls to keep himself occupied with his pets. Amun had enough good sense not to leave bored demon teens alone for much longer and so he thought of a proposition. "Are you enjoying yourself my dear?" He asked the lady, "If you would care to, I might have the fortune to ask if you wouldn't care to skip the formalities of the later evening and instead skip to meeting my people?" The man asked, "If you found them pleasing, or at least found our meeting such, we could relieve ourselves of this tired crowd." The man chuckled. "Though I would not suggest we close this moment of dancing short. It's been far too long since I've enjoyed this kind of thing."
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Shadow Vipera

Spiteful Revenge

[Shadow Vipera]

♤ Location: Ballroom ◇ Company: Amun ◇ Feeling: Uncertain ◇ Thoughts: ... ◇ Attire:Fancy Gown Fancy Hair ♤

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With just a light tug Evelina already felt his arms wrap around her waist. It was a nearly flawless motion that left her heart momentarily pounding inside her chest. So fast and gentle he was, he told her that he wouldn't let her go rather she should hold on. She wasn't sure what to expect with this guy, he intrigued her sense of curiosity in a unique way. He seemed a bit bold or perhaps direct in accomplishing his mission. He wasn't directly imposing in nature but he seemed to emanate a vibe of grandeur. He was an interesting character in this grand scheme of the world and now Evelina began to wonder, just who was he?
........ Evelina was distracted away from her wondrous thoughts the moment she felt them lift off the ground. He brought her into the air and wound her towards a supported position in which she had to use him to balance herself. It was a little odd for a moment while she adjusted herself, she gently gripped onto his arm and she thought about how quirky her balance normally is never mind that she has to find is now in what is essentially a free fall like state. She looked over at him, as she became more comfortable also slightly tightening her grip onto him. She only momentarily looked away to look down at everyone dancing below. This was really quite the view but it also felt a bit strange to be so high above them all, dancing without a care. Yet Evelina could feel the sets of eyes staring up at them.
The glided across the air with a slow dance, Evelina kept her eyes locked on him for most of it, quietly watching while enjoying the moment.
"Yes I have been having quite the time." She responded pleasantly. She felt a light flush of soft pink tingle across her face, it was likely the result of the drinks she had earlier. It was her little hum of a buzz and she had to lightly smile in order to conceal her desire to laugh at herself for being so chipper in this bizarre situation. "Well to be honest I am not one for formalities anyway." Evia gave another subtle smile. "I wouldn't mind meeting your people though I am curious. Wouldn't you rather stay to meet some of the other chosen here? I mean there are other options." Evelina wasn't trying to dismiss herself but she was rather astonished at the idea that things were moving so fast. Just a night ago she was sleeping in her own bed and now she was in another world set on finding someone to go home with. This was all too real of a realization. A moment of doubt passed her, displayed by the deep look within her eyes, yet she smoothly kept on dancing to the flow of their movements. She lead her mind away from reminiscent thoughts to the current moment at hand. After all, dancing through the air with a charming figure of unknown origins was bound to be a more desirable thought. Even though it meant that soon she is to find out what may become a permanent part of her life. Past, present, or future, those worries needn't matter right now, it was just a time to enjoy the moment before it slips away."Well you are right, it would be a shame to end such a moment so soon.Those matters could afford to wait a little longer." Evelina found herself giving him another sassy smile. At this point she wasn't even sure of what kind of trouble she was going to get herself into by the end of the night.

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