❖❖ Silence. The deafening noise yet that accompanied all when they were all but alone, there was little one could do to combat it. While she had understood that it was necessary that Ten went off with Sword for her own /interests/, it still cause an emotion she could not describe. She knew for a fact that sometimes, there were urges and needs only a man could satisfy. She also knew that Ten had the right to do as she pleased, however she pleased without any fear of repercussion or anger. The Queen frowned in annoyance of this emotion. Ten. What a fascinating, interesting woman. At first, she had intended to simply manipulate her and her emotions to fight for the Doma. But now, for the first time in decades, she was beginning to have her doubts. Was she really, truly manipulating her at this point? Was she truly attempting to simply use her for her own gain? Or had she actually began to make an impact on the cold heart of hers that refused to thaw; no matter what? She found it very hard to believe. Over the course of her life, she had usually cared for no one or nothing. Only to forward her own ambitions and goals. Attachment was as useless as those who clung to it feebly and it only hindered those who wished to achieve their ambition. But why, for the life of her, could she not erase these...these creeping feelings beginning to invade her sub-conscious? It left her uneasy. Such emotions were not normal for the Queen. All she wished to do was achieve the goal her new Doma has been striving for since the day she had re-awakened and revitalized the fallen organization. Now these unnecessary emotions were clouding her judgement, if even by the smallest degree. Something such as that could not be tolerated. Gripping the covers of the bed as she lay under them in her nightgown, Gyokuen snapped up when she heard Ten's voice and peek. Eyes barely flickering when she asked if she needed a little company, a small smirk played at her lips. The small feeling had flared greatly, resulting in her tone having a rare click of irritation behind it. How...unusual. ❖❖
❖❖ " Oh, look has return from her pleasant evening. I had assumed you had become far too important and mighty to even pay a flicker of attention to me~ But if you so wish to join me; I suppose I couldn't reject. You may enter. " ❖❖
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OOC:
Notchwood
Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 11:30 am
✤✤✤✤The Numbered Warrior✤✤✤✤
Ten rolled her eyes as the devious woman tried to sound all proper, allowing her to enter. Ten walked in slowly, and shut the door behind her. “I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you. After all, your bed is much nicer than everyone else’s in the Doma. How could I not want to be in it? It even comes with a pretty lady.” Ten chuckled at her own joke as she had gotten closer to the Gyouken’s bed. Ten slide in beside her, and without hesitation, she wrapped her one arm across Gyouken’s body and she laid her head on her shoulder.
“Are you mad at me?” Whispered Ten in the form of a question as she just laid in silence among Gyouken. The last thing she wanted Gyouken to feel was the hurt and pain that she just couldn’t make go away for the past year. She wanted to vent to Gyouken, tell her her feelings, tell her how she felt, but she knew she couldn’t, Gyouken was a leader, and Ten knew that would get in the way of any emotions.
❖❖ The small, slightly forced smirk on Gyokuen's lips began to quickly expand and grow at Ten's statements. Surprisingly, the small bit of flattery had not caused her to get a little flustered as she normally would have. The feeling of...well.../irritation/ had gripped her just a bit too tightly. But as Ten slid into bed next to her, she proceeded to wrap one arm around her in response, allowing Ten to rest her head against her shoulder. But when questioned if she was angry, Gyokuen merely let out an amused laugh. 'Anger' never seemed to play a part into it. Reaching her free hand up, she gently traced the cheek of her lover, seemingly teasing her.That brooding, thinking expression...Ten once again had something on her mind. Though for once, the Queen had something to speak of as well in return, but that would have to wait. When Ten wished to speak and vent, it always came first. But just how much more convincing would it take at this point? She couldn't fully trust the Numbered Being until all doubts of her conflict were erased completely. At this rate, she couldn't truly believe she was fully on the Doma's side. Thus far, she was merely reacting to the emotional knee-jerk of Nine's departure and seeming betrayal. She needed her to serve the Doma because she truly believed in its cause, not because of a broken heart. Gripping Ten's chin gently, she tilted her head up to look into her eyes. ❖❖
❖❖ " Angry? You misunderstand me. Do believe, if I was truly frustrated or irritated with you...well. Let us just say we wouldn't be sitting here as we're speaking. What plagues your mind? You're not having second thoughts once again, now are you? " ❖❖
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OOC:
Notchwood
Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 2:09 pm
✤✤✤✤The Numbered Warrior✤✤✤✤
Ten looked up as Gyouken’s finger tips lead her to her face. Ten didn’t smile, her face just looked at her with a blank expression. “No, no second thoughts.” Ten wasn’t have second thoughts by any means of destroying the Zaibatsu, she in fact wouldn’t wait that her skin was crawling with anxiety about it. But apart of Ten felt like she could tell Gyouken anything, another part of her Didn’t want to upset Gyouken.
Ten sighed as she looked back down, closing her eyes and still embracing one another. “—I’m just still—upset about Nine, being with sword made me really feel how much nine’s actions bothers me still.” Ten had only fallen in love once, and that was with her husband, she had yet to feel that with anyone else she had embraced in her lifetime. “What was it you were going to say?” Now that Ten had let a bit of her sadness out on Gyouken, she looked up at her face.
❖❖ Listening carefully to Ten's struggles of emotional control, she merely closed her eyes slightly as she poured out her worries and concerns. Nine...what on Earth had this man done to earn such loyalty from the Numbered Being? It was inconceivable as it was bizarre. Such long-term distress over a single being was one thing she could hardly understand. /Hardly/. That was not to say that the Queen had not had her own fare share of hardships. In fact, one of the main reasons she pitied Ten to such an extent was due to the fact that she saw shades of herself within the confused and broken woman. It caused her to recall the nights long previous to her, her deep and dark history. Gyokuen had hardly trifled in the ancient matter of love but when someone of enough interest piqued her eye...well. They had to be quite the amazing individual themselves. There was but a very few within history that had earned such a detailed inspection to this day. Though there was only one another that she had truly loved and he had done quite literally the same actions as Nine had apparently done to Ten now. Just then, an idea sparked within her mind. Speaking softly as she held her companion even tighter, her tone was gentle and soft; understanding and attempting to comfort. ❖❖
❖❖ " I understand...in fact, Ten. Did I ever tell you what exactly I was before I came to revive the Doma to the primordial beast it is now? To rise to my current position? Why I relate to you so well despite nearly no one being able to understand your plight? " ❖❖
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[¤*-It's been a long time, hasn't it...my King?-*¤]
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OOC:
Notchwood
Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 7:50 pm
✤✤✤✤The Numbered Warrior✤✤✤✤
Ten relaxed in the arms of Gyokuen and exhaled in exhaustion. “There are days I miss him dearly.” Ten confessed to her current lover. Nine didn’t need to do anything to gain such loyalty from her, Ten lived in a time where if one left their husband, they were stoned to death, and even if they could come back to life, they were banished from the land. Things were different back then, but even so, Ten most likely would have still loved Nine just as much. Cenuries of love building up wasn’t something that went away over night. With their agreement, Ten had been with almost just as many men as Nine had women, but not one could come close to the emotional give he gave her when they embraced, when they laid in bed and talked like best friends, sharing their deepest thought, their wants, their needs in life, their emotions and connecting with one another. Nine had been her soul mate and truly pulled at her heart strings, but the Doma was aiding in her darkness, to sink her into such a depression she was blinded by evil.
Ten looked up at the no makeup beauty of Gyokuen as she spoke. Ten became curious on her life story, she hadn’t known it, while the two had been intimate many times before this point, they had never emotionally bonded as they were doing now, sharing their thoughts. “You did not.” Ten responded quietly.
❖❖Smirking wryly as Ten stated that she was largely a mystery to her. Gently stroking the shoulder of Ten comfortingly, she adjusted herself. This was going to be a long tale and if she truly was going to tell it, she might as well have gotten comfortable. ❖❖
❖❖ " Well, then, my dear warrior~ Sit back because this is quite the tale. It spans back several era prior to this one. You see, as you might tell, I used to be nothing more but a wanderer. I was content with this, as surprising as it may seem. I wished to sow the seeds of destruction far earlier then the current timeline that we follow. I was content to do this and had already prepared what was necessary. Little suspected and none even could guess. While I wasn't as experienced or powerful as one would suspect, I was more then enough to handle anything or anyone thrown my way. After years of this, I eventually met into the battle of a mysterious warrior. One would think I would destroy him in mere seconds go along with my afternoon, correct? That my power would have been unbeatable, my process uninterrupted and that this mere peon, this mere /mortal/ would dare to stand against me and the powers; the abilities that I possess that are enough to overpower anyone foolish enough to stand against me! " ❖❖
❖❖ As she continued, her smirk began to morph into one of a bitter, twisted smile. Re-telling such a story clearly had revoked and awakened some of the buried memories deep within the Queen. A crack in her visage and image of an unshakable leader with emotions that were strictly professional and cruel. Her tone had morphed into a strange one. Partially admiration for this seeming foe to best her somehow in combat along with anger and bitterness for his management of being able to accomplish such a daunting task. Just what was this being to her? ❖❖
❖❖ " But no...I was brought down. At the time of the battle, he knew that I was weakened from the constant rituals I would often perform due to the requirements. He could not discover what indeed I intended to do, but could sense that it would not be for the best interests of the world at large. We fought for days without food or drink. I brought him to his limit, nearly killing him multiple times within the bout. But too much of my power at the time was taxed and he managed to subdue me with Gravity-based manipulation within the environment. Panting and wheezing, I quietly accepted my defeat while expecting to be finished off despite my efforts. Awaiting death, I was instead greeted with a hand. He removed the binding despite my roaring protests. Long story short, we soon found ourselves conversing and admiring one-anothers battle skills. Then he simply looked me dead in the eye and asked if I wished to join him. The nerve! Asking such a thing after brutally attempting to assault me! But nonetheless, I saw advantage in his proposal and accepted. It's a long, winding story after this, but to quicken it...I soon found myself married to this very man. I grew to find love despite thinking that it was such a useless emotion needed by superficial beings. In time, I even bore this very man a child. I had become quite the powerful Queen and I must admit...it was quite enjoyable. But I continued my work despite my new-found happiness. Betrayal was something that was inevitable and it was something I realized needed to be done. I had become one of his sacred three "Admins" by this time in terms of rankings and overall power. Such a rank was equivalent to 'Second-In-Command'. But he discovered by plans and actions one night and what does he do? He forgets the fact that I bore him a child; our love for one-another and stabs me in the back. He attempted to stop me. But by then, my power had fully returned. In retaliation, I proceeded to obliterate most of his organization and drive it to ruin. I slaughtered thousands, tearing it down limb by limb. But despite everything, even at the brink of outright total victory...a split-second decision would doom me. My foolish act of compassion and hesitance to kill off the only two things that I had truly desired in this world other then my own ambition...I could not do it. I should have known better then to spare them. He took this chance of opportunity to seal me with a significant binding. The workings behind such trickery is long and tedious to explain, but I was in a...difficult situation. " ❖❖
❖❖ Glancing back over to Ten, as Gyokuen had seemingly gone off into a world of her own when telling a piece of her past. A smile still on her face despite the clear painful memories of the ordeals that plagued her. Giving the very man she loved and child she had bred one small chance for survival, one tiny chance to reconcile and stop her. This cost her the very thing she intended to bring-about and the destruction of the world itself. All her progress wiped away by a single moment of affection and mercy. ❖❖
❖❖ " It's why I will not make another mistake in this world. Never again. So do believe me when I state that I understand the struggles you endure every day. I too, have gone through your pain. I will always be here to help you cope and endure. But now you know a little piece of me and my history~ So do not ever feel like you're the only one who has such hardships...for our situations are far more similar then it seems. You're justified in your anger, no matter what anyone wishes to tell you. Do not let others stomp on you and make you seem less important in the grand scheme of things. If they truly think this, we'll have to show the world just how wrong they were. Won't we, my dear Ten~? " ❖❖
❖❖ Slipping her hand into the Numbered Being's, she rested her on top of Ten's head gently. Holding her close before proceeding to gently nuzzle her head affectionately. ❖❖
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[¤*-It's been a long time, hasn't it...my King?-*¤]
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OOC:
Notchwood
Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 11:24 pm
✤✤✤✤The Numbered Warrior✤✤✤✤
Ten laid silently as she closed her eyes, listening to the elegant words pour from the lips of Gyokuen. She was right, their stories were so closely related, and their lives almost mimicked each others.
Ten and Nine were not a normal couple for their time, .nomads, fighting off evil and saving kingdom their whole life. Ten remembered wrapping up Eleven’s tiny body as a baby in a sack, strapping him across her back and traveling with Nine barefoot across the desert. She followed, always followed. But unlike Gyokuen, they weren’t out for destruction, but to find destroyed kingdoms and help build them back up. And in their centuries of marriage, they sure had their heated fellowship that lead to physical battles among one another. Ten always lost, Nine was so much stronger than her, he always out battled her, and at the end of the night Nine always offered her a hand to get back up. That was true love.
While Ten and Gyokuen sounded so alike, their stories so in sync, there was one thing Ten completely disagreed with. Love was never a useless emotion. Love was the greatest thing she had ever felt. Love for her husband, love for her son. They were the most uncomparable feelings. Ten hadn’t turned on Nine, for him to turn on her like Gyokuen
“Where is your child now?” Ten was curious as to how the love of a mother could let their child slip between their fingers. Children were never a mistake, Gyokuen may not realize that, but Ten certainly did.
The way Gyokuen spoke was so seductive and brain washing, that Ten nodded as she reassured her of their revenge. Gyouken was right, no one was going to walk on Ten any longer.
❖❖ Frowning from the question that Ten bluntly threw at her, Gyokuen halted in her affectionate action. A flashback occurred in that small timespan, bringing her back to that ancient time. The fires that raged, the destruction and sheer chaos from her anger and rage being inflicted to all. The single sight of her child being carried away by several soldiers and halted to safety as more experienced members rushed to protect their kingdom. All of them fell before her might and ease. But no matter what chance that she could have taken, no matter the distance...the opportunity to take the life of her offspring never stopped presenting itself. Not once had she taken it. Even if it was minuscule and minor, the thought of erasing one of the two things that she had truly valued beyond her own disturbed her. In the very end, this cost her own freedom and the progress on the very goal that she had strived to each for as long as she could remember. Closing her eyes wearily, The Queen grit her teeth silently. Several tense moments passed, the air seemingly heavy with grief. Then it happened. If Ten had not been paying close attention, she would have missed it. A single, faint tear streaked down the cheek of the seeming invincible, all-powerful Queen. Her smile manifested once again, though it was different. A taint of sadness within it. ❖❖
❖❖ " I never saw the boy ever again. That was the last time I had ever seen him. And by the time I had decided to re-manifest, it was far too late. I failed him, if you must know. Hardly a fitting Mother. Even if I am sure he would have despised me, even a part of me to this day holds a great amount of love for my offspring. I despise it. A sign of weakness that I cannot erase. " ❖❖
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[¤*-It's been a long time, hasn't it...my King?-*¤]
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OOC:
Notchwood
Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 9:38 pm
✤✤✤✤The Numbered Warrior✤✤✤✤
Ten looked up as she felt the tears of Gyokuen hit her forehead. Ten stared into the glossy eyes of her Evil lover. Reaching up her hand, she wiped away the tears from her cheeks with her thumb. "One day, maybe one day, you will reunite with one another." Ten had hoped the same for herself and Eleven.
Sitting up a bit straighter then leaned and turned her head into a kiss among Gyokuen's lips. "This conversations has seemed to upset us both." The thought of Nine certainly upset Ten, and she wanted the thought to escape her mind. Tracing her fingertips up the soft side of Gyokuen's leg, Ten teasingly lifted the bottom of Gyokuen's silk gown before giving her one last kiss. "Let's get some sleep and forget about it." Ten whispered as she laid her head back on Gyokuen's shoulder, closing her eyes, she fell asleep.
Beg for mercy, I'll leave you alone..just without one eye. The blood flowing is gorgeous Haha!! Come on! Give me all of your pain! Is that all? Hehe...let me give an award. Farewell.
Transformation Active: No
Stage: Normal
I am the puppet with strings as always ...
I love madness
In the silence of Ten's room, during sacred night, the friends completed sexual, lust-filled love making and the beautiful woman beside Sword drifted and slept some of the night away after. He caressed his love while she slept, but the man never slept in his life, so filled with thoughts upon her beauty now, before, despised existence. All the problems becoming of him, considered to fly away despite constant concerns, wisp. His sanity switching opposite and back again, waves of emotional feelings, the ever-present expression never placed into Ten's heart where Sword just couldn't utter, withdrawn. Deep within Sword's heart, he knew the very feel being left alone, abandoned, all through his past. Being through generational curse, father and grandfather killing their own, leaving few children left. Most perished, even this child did at the brink of death. Alone and solitary, eventually replacing those emotions with hatred and far more to the two 'kings' left in his generation. Sometimes Sword just smiles for his murders upon them. Slowly, he laid his head down and closed his eyes in calmed relaxation, appealing sleep, and covered Ten's curvy body with his arms overlapping. She later awoke, few hours, and felt a smooth texture which is the sweet press of her fascinating lips on his forehead along with fondling his hair, but maintained winsome slumber. After Ten left, Sword lifted his upper-body and covered his eyes, wiping their listless to open. He knew what was to come from this sin, he acknowledged it and knew the history from killing his pleading grandfather. An unspecified behavior transpired, he was sightless. Pupils gone, pure white eyes, no perception of eyesight. This, only consequence sustaining his transgression during enlightenment besides few exceptions. His vision became sacrificed unless expelled of sin's drawback. He barely concerned the problematic complication and instead, concentrated. His golden eye awoken, black pupil visibly appearing, spreading until the gold became noticeably unavailable. Sword placed his hand in front, palms forward and lip synced dead languages. Nothing happened as he sighed in defeat and the strong arm fell limp aside the imperfect body. "Might as well get comfortable..." He muttered and lifted inaudibly off the bed then standing up and unclothed, which didn't bother Sword one bit. Pretty fun to be naked in his opinion. Taking into consideration of Ten's absence, she wouldn't have left bare, especially from the sexual actions, and wouldn't steal her revealing clothes, but more than likely taken his shirt . Sword knew she respected the Doma at least. Lightly lifting his hand, the waves of his first fingertip connected with the thumb and brushed away. His clothes appeared, except for the shirt, instantly dressing him like during the day. Sword stretched and stood feeling the cooling breeze from Ten's open window and rested his arms upon it, lost in deep thought. "Sanity and sight. Insanity and blind." Muttered once more, staring up to the sky, allowing wind's breeze splashing the randomly eccentric man's face, next breaking his heavy pondering from the two powerful, women warrior's voices. The eaves dropper listened carefully to their discussion, even though he couldn't see anything from the seals because of broken rule following regardlessly. Through their beginning, Sword knew very easily and realized Ten's love wasn't for him, but his enemy Nine. Sounded fond she still cared, yet immensely irritated from the husband's choice. Sword simply attended the sounds finding Gyokuen's dark history. All three of their stories connected in slight similarity, everyone one walked on, loneliness, and easy aggression. Until hearing "Let's get some sleep and forget about it.", Sword nearly went to slumber, instead he separated himself, unstable/insane and stable/sane and commanded the wild one to 'rest', he was loyal. Sword then vanished without fear and left to regain sight.
Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 12:53 am
╠ ▬ ҉ ҈ Ʊ Ξ ƟInsane SwordƟ Ξ Ʊ ҈ ҉ ▬ ╣
Beg for mercy, I'll leave you alone..just without one eye. The blood flowing is gorgeous Haha!! Come on! Give me all of your pain! Is that all? Hehe...let me give an award. Farewell.
Transformation Active: No
Stage: Normal Enlightenment: None
I am the puppet with strings as always ...
I love madness
The psychopath sundered from his polar-opposite other. Threatening grin, hostile intention, smirking worry into those acknowledging this feral psyche, the insane Sword. Calmed momentarily, he walked out from the sane pair and commanded 'rest', done so without rebellion, Laying upon the bed twirling tiny barriers when the cooled 'twin' abandoned him shortly after disconnection. Giggling to the sudden departure, Sword stationed his arms behind the head, licking his lips, mentally fidgeting from depraved, lamentable desires with Ten or anyone in general. He didn't care, showing his mild agitation by lifting up and laying down on the side, gripping the covers persistently. "Ugh, maybe I need some special time with them two...Hehe maybe find some fun elsewhere hm? Until the war, so much blood and eyes." Whispering rhetorically and silently refusing to wake anyone, along his eldritch, light laughter. In the heat of the moment, the joyous child-like man brought his soft fingertip towards his lips, licking, swimmingly infatuated compared to continuous thoughts. Plenty of intricate problems faced Sword though. The constant intermission between Nine's arrival, the mysterious entities clashing from the Divine Zaibatsu, Ten's beautiful fall into shallow darkness, much in total. Loving the very thought of Ten, Sword's smile widened and closed his eyes relaxing to savor the moment before his other's eventual arrival. Hopeful, the insane might just have the chance to eliminate the Zaibatsu after all into the nothingness Doma and Ten always dreamed, preparing for diligently. Gyokuen's boldness signed and submitted her martial status thus mental seduction, included, submitting her partner Ten's weakness to join. Such a surprise, but Sword didn't need a leader's convince. No, he fell for sex, even when enlightened spiraled downwards into perversion. Next, he sighed of relief. "Insane and with sight, sane and with plight. Finally away from that b*****d awakens my light." Mumbled to himself happily for the sight recovered from the other Sword completing their success to obey law in enlightenment. From this one, he ultimately severed relationship with enlightenment, he loved sin, absolutely falling head over heels, awaiting for Ten. Sword lifted one leg up from high levels in...excitement somewhere else too. His words became completely different than before, much less formal. Currently, his perverted nature would glisten in characteristic, even though he's informed she conveyed beauty sleep. Notions and actions of complicated and more often pervy repeated on through the rapturous night.
❀ ❀ ❀Every man may reign secure in his petty tyranny, and spread terror and desolation around him, until the trump of the Archangel shall excite different emotions in his soul ❀ ❀ ❀
Diamond intertwined her fingers with his as he held her hand close to his chest. How was it in a short amount of time she was touching another being so comfortably. Not only that, he was an enemy! She had heard in the past that some people are drawn to one another like magnets, without reason or cause. But that wasn’t how Diamond was. She was never drawn to a single person, she always had multiple partners in the past, and after a matter of time she would ditch them and move on to the next one. But right now at the moment, the attention was nice, and she had been so focused on her missions before returning to the Zaibatsu, that the touch of a man became completely irrelevant.
Diamond was just going to live for that moment.
“Your sister truly has a different view of the world than everyone else does. She sees the beauty in everything, even when it’s destroyed.” She replied to him beating himself up. He should, he should feel extreme guilt for his actions this past week. Though it puzzled Diamond as to why he kept beating himself up over it if that was his job, and being evil was the life he choose to keep.
Within moments of releasing her hand, he embraced her in a surprising hug. Diamond didn’t know how to respond, she felt awkward, but slowly wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him gently as his head rested upon her chest as she rested on her knees. She closed her eyes as she caressed his soft black hair, the smell of his clean locks filled their embrace. She gently set her lips onto his forehead, and took in a deep breath. Her arms, as they were wrapped around his fairly large body, gently rubbed his muscular back as comfort, even though he deserved none. When Diamond thought about it, Ten really was the one who destroyed almost everything.
Diamond felt a shift in the atmosphere’s pressure as they lowered. She opened her eyes as the carpet came close enough to the ground to jump off.
She let go of her embrace as her eyes laid on the dark building of the Doma. “Holy s**t—“ She whispered looking at the size of their kingdom, with it’s dark gothic, beautiful organic architecture that had been lightly covered in snow. It looked different, but it embraced the same feeling when Eighth the Diviner had it, just slightly darker.
Diamond stepped off the carpet and jumped a few feet onto the ground as she circled the premise of the gorgeous dark kingdom. She began to walk up it’s steps slowly, her fingertips trailing the metal black curved railing. Her eyes traveled around each window, the decor of the doors. She was amazed by it’s beauty. Elegant, yet demonic. How could one not want to stay here? It was truly made for royalty.
Diamond stopped on the steps, turning to look at Judal on the carpet. She was cold, she had been most of the ride. While she was powerful, she was not a fan of the snow. “So, does mommy let you have girls over?” She grinned, making another sarcastic mark towards his age. She began to wonder, if she stepped foot inside, would their be controversy, would she end up fighting Gyouken, or killing Ten?
❖❖ Just what the Hell was he doing? That very question that rang through the Doma Admin's mind. Learning his own past from the woman who had faced a mere week ago. Wounded by a child...lectured by his enemy. How far could he had fallen? He was so pathetic, he didn't even have a word for it. Behind it all, was he truly as sinister and evil as he claimed himself to be? He couldn't even protect his own sister from the danger the ravaged her. Even if he was younger--far too young--he should have been the one who kept her safe. He had the power within his hands and he let her slip through his fingers. Destroyed, Diamond said? That was a laugh. He wasn't even broken. He was simply /fallen/. Fallen into depravity, fallen into the darkness--whatever you wished to call it. He and Nora were the opposite sides of a sole coin. Divine and Darkness. He had obliterated the place she had called home along with killing hundreds. He deserved no pity or comfort yet Diamond gave it to him anyways. Even if some of the comments were barbed at best and downright insulting at worst. Before, he was merely drawn by her combat prowess alone along with her general attitude. Now, a feeling built up in his chest. It was as if his heart was attempting to do jumping jacks. Their hug had resulted in them being pressed tightly against one another. No doubt, she could feel his heartbeat quicken. Despite her claims of being rather cold in general, he felt rather warm. Her hands were gentle and soft as they intertwined with his for an extended period of time. What were these feelings bubbling just below the surface? They were ones that he had not recognized nor could even comprehend. It confused him immensely. Forcing down the urge to outright smile genuinely in her presence as he felt her fingers stroke through his hair and rub his back comfortingly; he turned away slightly. He could sense that they were descending. They must have eventually reached their destination. The Doma Mansion was within sight and it looked just as gorgeous as it ever had. Gyokuen had truly did her work correctly. As predicted, it caused Diamond to slightly gasp in surprise. As the pair both disembarked, the magi carpet flew off without another gesture. It would return after some time. It always had. Glancing over as his female companion made yet another biting comment overall, he merely rolled his eyes. Responding in a sarcastic manner, he soon walked up next to her. ❖❖
❖❖ " I don't know, I think I gained a bit of permission after slaughtering those few hundred people in your lands. She always seems a bit lenient after practically taking over another territory. " ❖❖
❖❖ Walking her inside, the Mansion was even glorious from indoors. It was like a multitude of dream homes had been fused into one; flowing flawlessly from one feature to the next. It was incredible that even such a place could even exist. Essentially giving her a mini-tour of sorts, Judal pointed out a few non-important areas that were generally common overall. Several lower members had aimed their sights at her without warning, but Judal ordered them all to stand down. The last thing he needed was their blood on his hands. Though he could only wonder if Amaki was close by. That girl had never ceased to amuse him. Perhaps he ought to pay her a /visit/. As they both eventually sat down on a couch, the Doma Admin immediately jumped back on topic. This time, however, he sounded genuinely confused. There was no mockery or even sarcasm in his words. He truly wished for Diamond to join him and the Doma in their bid to truly return this world to its proper state. To defy fate and all it had led them up to. ❖❖
❖❖ " ...I don't understand why you will not join us. I can understand remaining loyal to your blood; but this is ridiculous. He's long gone. You saw how easily crippled the Zaibatsu was during our invasion. Eighth Diviner may not reside in this world any longer; but our organization is strong. Your kind respects personal strength as well as immense military power. The true, pure might of any being. Don't you do the same? Why do you continue to side with those you dub as weak and incapable? I would extend my offer to my Sister if I truly had the opportunity to do so. " ❖❖
❀ ❀ ❀Every man may reign secure in his petty tyranny, and spread terror and desolation around him, until the trump of the Archangel shall excite different emotions in his soul ❀ ❀ ❀
Walking inside, she had felt relieved from the cold, her arms no longer being bitten by the frost in the air.
As Diamond walked through the Doma you could hear a pin dropped. It was completely silent in the whole building, unlike the Zaibatsu that current was overcrowded with hundreds of people.
As he showed her around, the Ceilings were hundreds of feet high, the floor laid in black marble, there wasn’t a chandelier she didn’t love, and large open windows across the huge fast walls. “I can see why Ten was convinced to stay—“ The Doma was a truly breath taking piece of art and just it’s architecture could convince the most pure hearted being to turn cold. Diamond loved it, she adored it, this is what her kingdom would look like if she had one. Maybe she could kill Gyouken and steal it?
As they continued their tour some of the guards became extremely defensive. She didn’t need Judal to save her, she could have killed them with a flick of her wrist, but it was nice to know she was truly a guest in this mansion.
He lead her into a large bedroom, larger than the ones those who were royal had in the Zaibatsu. “Spoiled brat.” She said as she looked around, he was truly privileged. He furniture was elegant and made of hard wood, his bed could fit an army, he had people waiting on him when needed. The Doma surely seemed like it had truly established it’s self well.
Diamond sat down on his vintage looking sofa, that could also fit many people. She laid back on it , putting her head in his lap and her feet up on the arm rest. Not even making eye contact with him, She listened as he spoke, trying to convince her to stay, to join them, to make their military better.
“You would love to have me wouldn’t you? Your whole army would be completely undefeateable with me and Ten on the same team. Your leader would never have to move a finger for the rest of her days.” She knew her and Ten were ridiculously powerful, and she had no problem flaunting it in anyones face. “I am about as loyal to the Doma as I am to the Zaibatsu. Which is not at all.” She looked up at Judal, her eyes meeting with his dark red ones. “I only showed up to the Zaibatsu to see my brother, now that he is dead, I have no reason to return as soon as it becomes re-established. I have never stayed anywhere for longer than a year—I’m a nomad. I show up, do what I need to do, and I’m on my way. I couldn’t even make a vow to be committed to the Doma, because I would never be here—“ Diamond stared at the large feeling with black and white paisley wallpaper, her eyes traveling each shape and swirl. “—Sorry to disappoint you—“ Her eyes looked back at his. “As for your sister, she is tied at the hip with Eight’s wife. Goodluck with that.”
Diamond sat up and rested her arm across the back of the couch. “I will leave, if this is all you needed of me.”
