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 Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 10:05 pm
Demitrious Von Varibon Reseria
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"D-d-d-Demi-Chan?....."
This is outrageous. This WHORE has no idea what she just said. How DEMEANING that usage of honorific is. Demi Chan.....
His face gets red out of seer anger and he visibly starts shaking.
"D-don't CALL me that.... NEVER c-call me t-that.... NEVER EVER CALL ME THAT EVER!"
With a swing of his fist, the prince pounds the wall and with a loud crunch, all the bones in his fist break. The look on his face goes from seer anger to utter shock and then contorts in a face unseen by mankind before, as expressions never seen, alien in nature show on his face and the howl can be heard across the heavens.
Thorival Reseria
Upon hearing the scream while making his way down the hallway after making his patrol rounds, he shakes his head in disdain.
"I wonder if Uncle Thalas can hear that.... I bet he can. I bet he knows that one of the demons are having a hard time adjusting.... Man... I am ashamed to be related...."
With his palm planted on his face as if he is hiding, he comes across Odstarva.
"Please forgive my brother.... I wish to inform you that I am in no way like this.... I know this is going to raise eyebrows to the higher ups... I just hope that..... I don't get punished for my brothers.... growing pains..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 11:25 pm
Nifty
Nifty winced and instantly hid behind Prism, gripping onto the back of her clothes for good measure.
"Waaaaaa! I'm sorry I'm sorry!" She squealed out, clinging tighter. WHY WAS THIS GUY YELLING AT HER ALL THE TIME SHE THOUGHT IT WAS A CUTE NICKNAME!
"Why does he keep yelling at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee neko-chaaaaan??" Nifty whined, clinging to Prism's back still.
Odstarva looked up from his journal, as he was finishing writing some notes down inside of it. He heard the yelling not too far away, and it was obviously Demitrious. He locked eyes with Thorival.
"Don't fret; Blood relation means absolutely nothing to me. Nothing your brother does would make me judge you--And if any other angel does shame on them. You've more than proven yourself to them." He gently touched Thorival's shoulder to reassure him, silver eyes still locked on his gold ones. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Relax."
Odstarva began walking towards all of the noise, just in case he had to put Demitrious in his place again.
Kisa squeaked sharply as Demitrious started screaming, then proceeded to smack his hand and the crunching of bone could be heard. Then an ear piercing wail.
In a panic, she rushed over to his side, being well adapted to healing people in need. Kisa had a larger beam of light in the palm of her hand, touching his arm gently and healing as much of the damage in his bones as she could.
"A-Are you alright...?" She sighed softly, "We're going to have to start having private lessons about your anger management if you're going to keep harming yourself in your wrath, you know...."
Demitrious was completely hopeless, wasn't he?
"M-Maybe we shouldn't bother speaking to Wynter... I don't see it going very well..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 1:44 am
Altair (Wraith) Altair watched this all play out silently, snorting a little right as Kisa was healing the prince's shattered fist. Wow, this guy was insanely prideful. Honestly, how had he survived in hell if he threw childish tantrums like this every five seconds? His status must have been the only thing protecting him so far, and now that that was gone, he didn't think the prince's demands were going to be met with people rolling over for him just because he had a fit.
"So, I think you should lose your attitude before you lecture other on losing their own. Just some food for thought."
Yeah, he himself had a little bit of a temper, but only for when people crossed his lines too far. Demitrious's lines were so far away people crossed them simply by walking. If he really wanted a shot at this, he needed to man up and accept the fact he isn't going to be pampered.
"You know, Kisa, you should quit babying him and healing him. Not to say it encourages him, but it'll make him think of the effect of his actions. It's nice of you for sure, but I wouldn't want this to be a never ending cycle... for you or him." Altair sighed softly. Yeah, Kisa and the other neko angel were too nice. What this hotel needed was more angels like Thorival or Odstarva to lay down the law a bit more, if they really wanted results. Prism Prism cringed as Demitrious blew up on Nifty once again. Well, hopes for a calm resolution were smashed to smithereens. Her eyes widened as he smashed his fist into the wall. That... That looked soooo painful. His scream was deafening and she didn't blame him... How could so much anger be caused by such a small, and harmless mistake on the tiefling's part?
The neko let out a small eep! as Nifty clung to her, simply terrified and confused as heck as to why Demitrious was so enraged over something so small. She turned her body towards her, patting Nifty's head in a gentle manner.
"It's okay, he's just... um... trying to release some pent up emotions... You didn't do anything wrong. You did great apologizing to him." She tried to smile for her at least, feeling a bit bad for her. She did apologize, and if it wasn't sincere, she couldn't have told either way. It seemed like a real apology to her.
"Oh, if it's easier, maybe I can just pull her aside some time later and talk to her instead...? Maybe having them both speak to each other isn't a super good idea..." She offered, not really knowing how well their conversation would go after seeing Demitrious's reaction to the tiefling's apology. Wynter would probably have a lot more to say and most likely refuse to apologize at all...
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 8:55 pm
Demitrious Von Varibon Reseria
With a growl, his eyes shoot over to Wraith's face. The prince can't even articulate the words to describe how much rage he is filled with.
"I would LOVE to have private lessons.... Kisa."
His gaze moves to her.
"If you teach me, I am sure I would learn without..... Others who don't know their place causing me... issue."
He looks at both Wraith and Nifty.
"Maybe they BOTH will learn to appreciate how much I am above them in status and learn to not insult me with their petty squabbles and retorts. Mongrels and all.
Demitrious then takes Kisa's hand and kisses it.
"I am deeply moved by your quick reflexes on repairing my damaged fist. You have earned my gratitude."
With a small smile he bows.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 10:54 pm
KisaThe Beacon of Light
Kisa couldn't deny that Wraith had an excellent point... but she just couldn't be that heartless.
"I-I can't say you're wrong, Wraith... but I just can't stand pointless suffering... I-If I have the power to make someone feel better, I will. W-Within reason, of course..." She smiled softly, tucking a gathering of pastel hair behind her long, pointed ear.
"Yes, I think it's better we leave Wynter alone for now."
She was pretty surprised that Demitrious didn't start screaming and break his hand again, after what Wraith had just said. Nifty hardly did anything as aggressive as those blunt statements.
Kisa blushed softly as the prince took her hand and lightly kissed the top of it. That was a little weird, knowing some kind of royalty was suddenly being all... formal, and polite. She supposed he just really appreciated having someone 'be on his side'. She definitely was not on his side, but she could still show compassion and understanding to someone she didn't agree with. She blushed a bit worse when he bowed. Such an extreme difference in behavior all of the sudden... Demitrious' made her head spin. He was so un-predictable (in her opinion).
"U-Umn... well.... I wouldn't say you're above them, Demitrious... We're all equals here. P-Please don't call anyone names..." Mongrels was such an awful, insulting word. This kid really had ZERO clue how to interact with people he didn't own. "But, yeah, i-if you want private lessons, I can teach you..." They definitely needed to work on his speech around "normal" angels and demons. This explosive crazy behavior, and petty insults, weren't going to get him very far in the program.
"Okay, so.... what should we do now?" There was no way they were going to drag Wynter into another conversation; it would turn into another argument for sure. Especially with how easily Nifty was triggering the prince at the moment.
"OOO OOO OOO~! I KNOW I KNOW~! Let's play TAG~!" Nifty ran over to Altair and bopped his shoulder. "TAG YOU'RE IT!!!!!!" She squealed and instantly started running away.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 11:27 pm
Altair (Wraith) "Good luck ever making progress with him then."
Altair met the prince's glare with his own, smirking a little under his mask. This guy was such a kiss a**, jesus it was pathetic. He could pretty much feel the sheer rage radiating off of him. Part of him wanted to just barely make him explode again, just to watch be knocked down a few more pegs.
Mongrels... That's what he had just called both him and Nifty, right? What a ******** douchebag. Yeah, he wasn't putting up with this prince's s**t. He wanted to act all big and bad? Fine. He'll see how far it really gets him.
Altair slowly clapped, shaking his head at Demitrious.
"Tell me, do your antics make you feel better about your deflated pride? I'd really like to know what makes you think you can be such an a** to others. Your so called "high status" means jack s**t around here. You're just as low as anyone else in this hotel. Get over yourself."
Altair shrugged. This kinda got boring all of a sudden. he was expecting some s**t to go down, but nope. Hearing Nifty suggest tag, he was going to dip out of that for sure. That was a definite no, there was no way he was going to play tag with-
Everything seemed to just stop for Altair in the exact moment Nifty decided to tag him. The only thing the masked demon could hear was his own sheer DISGUST and PANIC at the fact he had been touched, and his racing heartbeat in his ears.
She touched me she touched me she touched me she touched me she touched me she touched me SHE TOUCHED ME
Altair shakily raised a hand for his axe handle, everything in his mind and body screaming he was in danger at that second. It was such a simple trigger, but it set him off COMPLETELY. His head snapped to where Nifty was running, nothing else mattered. He felt threatened, and he needed to not be at risk, he needed this feeling of panic to go away.
The sound and images came rushing back in a matter of seconds. His bloodied skin. The smiling faces of those who had mangled whatever part of him they wanted. The tools. His screams.
Every inch of his body was shaking like a scared child, but his intent was clear. He was going to play tag with Nifty, but he was going to make sure he would never be "it" again. That's when he took his first step towards the hall she ran down, drawing out his axe. Prism thought tag sounded wonderful, but suddenly she didn't feel too good about it as soon as Wraith went as still as he did. It looked like he was going to just ignore her, but then he started shaking. It didn't feel right.
"Or, maybe we could just play hide and seek instead, if tag isn't super fun to you, Mister Wraith-" And then she stopped when he grabbed his axe. What... What was he doing? NIfty just harmlessly tagged him, was he angry? What was going on? His gaze was locked onto Nifty running down the hall, and she suddenly felt a bit uneasy as she realized he was going to chase after her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 1:00 pm
Nifty
Nifty was completely and utterly oblivious to the change in Wraith's demeanor.
"Wheeee~!" She squealed, practically galloping down the hallway. "Can't catch me~!"
Odstarva had been walking towards the dining hall, just in case his assistance was needed after all of the prince's screaming and hollering. But instead of making it to there, he was instead met with a giggling tiefling running past him. And then a Altair close behind her.
It could have come off like an innocent game if he only paid attention to Nifty's head. But Wraith's train of thought was an entirely different story.
Lovely. Another crazy one. He thought to himself, as he drew out his rapier. Altair's thoughts were rapid, practically screaming in distress. It was clear to Odstarva that the boy meant to harm Nifty. The only saving grace was that it seemed to be in pure defensive distress. Almost like PTSD. It was basically the same line of thinking as when Thorival had grabbed the boy's axe. He viewed this as defending his life.
Normally he would have zero mercy in a case like this. He had warned Altair not to draw his axe. Odstarva hated giving second chances to demon kind. However, the point of this place was to rehabilitate them. The boy was clearly in some kind of mental distress... so while he would love to put him in his place, he realized it would do no good to help the situation at all.
So instead of smiting him where he stood as he stomped down the hallway, Odstarva took his sword in hand and blocked Altair's path, making it so that he couldn't chase Nifty without going through him first. He was pretty sure Altair would try to continue his soon-to-be rampage, so he kept his sword in front of him, at the ready.
"Wraith. Snap out of it. You're not in any danger. She's just a kid."
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 9:40 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair dug his heels into the floor, coming to a halt as Odstarva blocked his path to Nifty. His grip on his axe tightened, staring behind the archangel at Nifty who was carelessly running, and with a damn smile on her face. Was... Was this some kind of joke? That pissed him off even more.
The masked demon slammed the axe into the wall, it's blade leaving a large gash in the drywall. He breathed heavily, his rage from Nifty's touch now directed at Odstarva.
"I don't care, kid or not... I-It's revolting, her touch, I-I can't let anyone..." His voice trembled as he spoke, and he trailed off with his own thoughts still running mad. Events of his past were playing behind his eyes like some projector, and no matter how hard he tried, the film was on repeat and stuck. Normally he could be rational, but he had been caught so off guard that he was mentally rattled a bit. He felt so dazed, the present was merging with the past, hot flashes of those who smiled at his misery and pain, crimson blood dripping onto the floor. It was sickening. It made him feel so sick.
Altair ripped his axe out of the wall, dragging it on the floor as he walked to the archangel. No way was he going to deal with this, he was going to make sure that tiefling thought twice about ever coming near him. Harmless the action might have been, but he didn't care.
"...Move out of my way..." Was all he mumbled before swinging his axe towards Odstarva in a blind rage. It didn't even occur to him he would surely lose this battle, or what the cost of losing against him was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 10:20 pm
Josef
With a pep in his step and a whistle, Josef walks down the hallway with a very happy stride, dried blood from being beaten up previously on his face still, his clothes kinda dirty and dusty.
As he walks down the hallway, he notices the tiefling run past him giggling with the Demon he saw before chasing after her. Noticing his blood thirsty aura, Josef's eyes glows a faint red.
"Ah....I see."
That is the murderous intent littering the air. Interesting how its after Nifty. This kid.... has something to prove. He is very similar to Demitrious. I wonder....
With a wide grin and a faint crazed look in his eye, he pops his knuckles, pops his neck and begins fast walking towards Altair.
"Man I am LOOKING FORWARD to a good fight."
Man, this is gonna be great. This murderous intent. Two wills against each other, NOTHING feels better than trying to best another!
As the archdemon makes his way to where Altair is now standing with Odstarva, he notices the axe make a motion to be swung towards the Arch Angel.
With a frown, Josef strides over to him with haste.
Man, that would be a waste if he gets killed, purged, or even kicked out with this hysteria. I am going to show him that he's not the only one with murderous intent. I want to fight him, see how he reacts with his heart of hearts.
Licking his lips, the Demon grasps the axe before it can be swung any further, his hand gripped tightly on the handle.
"I challenge you to a sparring match. My fists, my hands, your axe and you. I need to feel something again..."
With an excited sigh, he looks intently at the masked demon.
"I am.... looking forward to feeling your murderous intent vs mine.... Altair..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 11:28 pm
Altair (Wraith) Altair stiffened as he felt his axe be held back from Odstarva, his eyes trailing up the staff until he was looking back at the archdemon. His raging thoughts seemed to rise even more now at the fact he was so causally touching HIS weapon. That... That infuriated him. His space was being violated so casually and without a care, first by that tiefling, and now this... demon lord. What... the... hell...
The masked demon yanked the axe out of Josef's hand, the corner of his mouth twitching in irritation. He REALLY just wanted to chop his damn head off right then and there, it would be so SATISFYING. First those petty insults at the class today, now he was doing EXACTLY WHAT HE HATED. WAS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK THAT PEOPLE JUST DON'T TOUCH HIM?!
You know what shitlord? Fine. Fine, fine, fine. Will you be satisfied and quit getting in my way? I would hate to pass an opportunity to mark you the hell up for invading my space. ******** hate you, hate that kid on crack, hate this archangel, I need to blow off some ******** steam. If I can't touch that damned hellspawn, or the ******** archangel. I'll settle for you.
Trying to push the faint background noise that was buzzing in his ear after Nifty's physical contact with his shoulder, he glared at Josef, but it faltered. That... name. His name. Altair. There... There was no way Josef could know that. He was a no one, and made sure it stayed that way for as long as he could remember. Altair simply brushed it off as his mind playing some twisted games with his ears. Still, it made him shiver a little.
"You know what..? Fine. Sounds... wonderful. I think it's a MUCH better outlet then raging on the so called innocent Nifty, right archangel? It'll be monitored closely from what Kisa was saying." His eyes only stole a quick glance back at Odstarva, before snapping back to Josef.
If I want respect, I have to earn it. No different then it always has been. If I lose this match, then ******** hell, the worst that'll happen is a slight deflation in my confidence. I don't ******** care about the outcome, as long as he bleeds at least once.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 11:43 pm
Josef
With a smile he turns to Odstarva.
"I hope you don't mind.... Mediating this spar. I would like to see if you can tell how dangerous this..... Dog is."
With a nod, he lets go of the axe, brushes off his shirt and begins making his way over to the outer grounds to the area where he would like to spar.
"So you can use your axe, I will use nothing but my body. Does that sound like a deal? Of course because of the angels, no killing and no going for the vitals. However I hope you can enjoy yourself nonetheless."
A small wave is seen as Josef does that while speaking, not even making eye contact.
"I will let Nifty KNOW THAT THE HER GAME is over and my sparring match with you is going to begin.... RIGHT NIFTY?"
As he speaks, he hopes his words can reach the colored tiefling so it will save him the trouble of having to repeat his words.
Upon making it to the door to the outer grounds, he turns to look at Altair.
"Have any requests to add on to this spar?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2020 8:49 am
Altair (Wraith) Altair barely managed to keep the string of curse words he had prepared for Josef after being called a 'dog' under control. Now if he was thinking like he normally did, it was a clear give away the demon lord was trying to rule him up. He wanted something out of him, and the masked demon was literally playing right into his hands by the looks of it.
"...Sounds great..." Altair replied bluntly, holding his axe a little tighter after Josef had finally released it. It felt tainted now, he didn't like that.
Following Josef out to the area he wished to spar on, he rubbed the side of his head, the buzzing of unpleasant voices and sounds nagging at him again. Now it was more annoying than terrifying. It hadn't occurred to him he shouldn't be fighting with a demon lord in his current mental state, because blind rage wasn't a great way to spar. He needed to think clearly, and that wasn't happening, but he just couldn't care right now. All that mattered was letting everyone know he wasn't going to get ******** around with.
Normally, Altair could have thought of a few requests, ones that ensured his overall "safety" during a match or fight, but he didn't bother to think of them.
"No." Was all he said, looking at the ground and then back to Josef.
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2020 7:43 pm
Josef
As he stands across from Wraith, the hellish landscape behind them a brimstone red with dark clouds in the distance with crackles of lightning dancing across them.
With a grin the Demonlord asks;
"So the rules are, no fatal injuries, no going for vitals. We are only going for..... disabling. Tackle to the ground or lack of consciousness sounds good does it? Like a wrestling match where our shoulders..."
To emphasis his point, Josef taps the back of his shoulder blades.
"Are flat on the ground for a three count, the bout is over. Does that sound good?"
The demon with a wild grin and a red flare glinting in his eye whilst focused on Wraith begins swaying back and forth in anticipation.
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2020 9:46 pm
Altair (Wraith) Wraith tightens and relaxes his grip on his axe handle, getting a feel for it's familiar weight. He listened to the "rules" of the match, which was strange. He was used to life or death situations, he didn't do this kind of thing for fun or whatever. Part of him was actually relieved his own life wasn't at stake here, plus... He had a physical weapon. It helped even things out a little.
"Sounds fine." Altair replied simply, swinging his axe a few times in short quick swipes to readjust to the feel of using it. Using a weapon like this required him to be in sync with it, if he was unbalanced with it, it would betray his movements. It was bulky, and since he was on the smaller side, he had to focus extra on not letting the weight of the axe throw him off balance. Speed was his strength, and the axe supported what he was lacking in brute strength.
The masked demon clenched his jaw at the echoing voices in his head, his hand twitching. He suddenly had a bad feeling about this whole sparring match. Common sense was not on his side a few moments ago, he wasn't thinking like he should be. The look on Josef's face was no comfort either, that wide grin and crazed eyes. The thing about having an opponent like that was that it was VERY hard to predict anything, which he normally had to rely on clues to weak spots and a pattern in movement.
Altair knew the odds, he most likely wasn't going to win, but he was going to fight tooth and ******** nail.
"Whenever you're ready, demon lord."
His aura grew dark, his intent now very clear. Altair wasn't going down without a fight, even if this was a fight with restrictions.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2020 7:41 pm
Josef
Grinning, he takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders slump slightly. Then his gaze lowers to the ground as he attempts to exude a blood thirsty intent on the level as he exuded before to cause the angels in the hotel before to cower in fear.
With blood lust, he trains his gaze up from the ground to the demon standing before him. Letting loose his breath, he slowly lowers himself to the ground with his hands acting as his second pair of legs. With his sights zeroed in on Wraith, he mutters one word.
"Begin."
After ushering the beginning of the spar, his eyes glow with an intense fiery rage that is entirely focused on his opponent. The killing intent palpable with how heavy the atmosphere surrounding is with how much pressure the Demonlord can produce.
With a low growl, the Demonlord keeps his gaze on the other demon, waiting for the move to be made. Watching, observing, analyzing.
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