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Yamishiro narrowed his eyes on Cross. "Are you suggesting that I can't think for myself..?" He questioned, his wings flexing. He paused a moment to think Cross's propostion over...presently, it was the most appealing course of action. He sighed and opened another portal, all of this travel was wearing on his energy...but it was much easier than trying to navigate the vast expanses of the citadel. He paused and waited for Cross to step through the portal, letting the voices slip into the deep subconcious of his mind. At the very most, they were getting on his nerves...one can only take so much insanity...

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"It is even as you ordered father."

Jadira glinded into her father's rooms. Bearing a train of shackled men and women gibbering helplessly as they were towed ever closer to the demon lord. They tripped frequently, The Queen's pace was quick and the seers were as blind to this world as others are to their world of visions. Their once elegant robes of white were tattered and dirty with grime from their journey.

Jadira looked as fresh as when she went, and was as happy as a lamb. They pendant around her neckglowed with a savage bloodlust kin to the odd look in its mistress's crimson orbs.

The Demon Lord glanced up from the gaggle of scantliy clad women fawning around his legs. Jadira's steady gaze showed no surprise at the sight before her, it was not unusual for her to come across him and his little playthings lately. she did wonder how he had found so many willing women. Then again Laos's human form was pleasing to the eyes of mortal women. Then again, he was the demon lord, they were probably spelled. The glazed look in their faces confirmed her suspicions. "Preying on the women of Esperanza again Father?"
Lately, Laos had taken to demanding sacrafices from the terrified residents of Esperanza. Even the king of Hell has needs.

She carefully averted her eyes from the disgusting creatures.
"Do you mind?"

Loas chuckled disdainfully and snapped his fingers. Two well muscled demons entered the room to tow his harem away. "I have recieved word that Lord Toleranth has been granted a gift from the Harpies. He cannot be allowed to open Pandora's box. He must not find the guardian Pandora infused with her magic. You will seek them out at Inthe, and with reinforcements of course, demand that they surrender the box. They will not of course, but it is a distraction. If you can find Cross, then bring him along. Yamishiro as well. Kill as many Wyvverns as possible". His grey eyes smoldered. "I do not take kindly to betrayal. I killed Shavas for her crimes, I will kill her along with Auren Shiro when the time comes. If you get a shot at either of them, take it. Otherwise... Take Freya. Bring her here, and will see how long it takes for my lost lamb to come running back to her true master.

Laos's eyes sparkled with maliscious glee as the reports came in. He had been quite upset when a number of his subjects had left to pillage without permission, but it had turned out to be beneficial. His harem was once again worshiping at his feet, their bodies twisting sensually.
Jadira had retreated to an onuccupied corner muttering in disgust. It amused him to see her discomfort.

Her eyes, to, glimmered with curiosity.

"You will strike now my daughter." It was not and affectionate appelation, demons had parental ties with their offspring. It wasn't odd for a demon to take their child as a mate. He had considered it on an occasion, but her previous purity disgusted, and repelled him. "Deal a second blow as they reel from the first... While their wounds are stil lfresh. Be sure to bring me my bait, I look foreward to exacting my revenge."

The sorceress Sibel swept into the room. Her long fall of black hair was swept up into an elegant bun at the base of her neck. Her poisoness green eyes were lined with coal, granting her a fairly exotic look. Her black dress hugged her curves, and the lace along the low neckline enhanced her form, and added to her allure. She curtsyed deeply, touching her forehead to the floor in reverence. The moment she stood everyone in the room bowed in turn, excluding the demon lord and his daughter. Few outranked the sorceress, and she seemed to have become accustomed to her newly found rank among demons so feared by the mortal world.

"We have lost the trail of the Harpy Queen my leige," She began in a musical tone, it had always surprise Laos that a creature so evil could posess such a beautiful voice, and a beautiful visage to be sure he added with a lecherous smirk.

"We have no doubt however that she will seek sactuary among her own with the resistance. We've assumed their headquarters is located somewhere within the boreders of either Houka or Pearle. It is a large area to cover but with my leige's skill as a tactition, and the many demons at your disposal I'm sure we will find her." The sorceress turned her gaze to Jadira who had been glowering since Sibel entered the room.

Sibel had tortured the Queen before she joined their cause, often throughout the night. The woman had an unsatiable bloodlust and pursued her task enthusiastically. Jadira still possessed lurid scars for Sibel's administrations. It appeared that the two had not yet come to terms.

Laos stood slowly, his muscled rippled under the smooth skin of his bare chest. He strode towards the sorceress deliberatly, his arm encircling the waist of his latest amusement. Jadira carefully averted her eyes.

The corners ofSibel's mouth curled in a triumphant smile of her vistory. It was no secret that she adored the Demon Lord.

Laos traced a finger across her temple drawing a drop of blood which stood out in stark relief against her ivory skin. He pressed harder still and increased the flow. Watching with grim satisfaction, and fascination as it traced rivulets down the side of her face. He thought she looked deliscious when she was in pain, which she clearly was. Sibel's eyes teared and she but her lip as Laos inexorably continued his little game. Finally after a few minutes of stunned silence, and muffled cries of pain Sibel squeeled and stepped out of his firm embrace. She clapped a hand to her wound and fled from the chamber shedding furious tears.

Jadira's smile was one of immencesatisfaction. He could see her breathing had also increasd at the sight of fresh blood. Laos gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger together savoring its silken feel, before cleaning his hands on the bloodied tunic of one of his soldiers.

He left the room at a quick pace, Jadira followed, carefully ignoring the admiring look from the grimy demon as she left the room.

"Yes of course. Everything has been prepared for a long time. I've been waiting for revenge against my elusive little black sorceress since she deserted me to side with that blasted priestess...."
His nostrils were flared as he gazed up at the cieling, a look of sickening satisfaction in his wicked eyes. He chuckled softly to himself as he watched his daughter shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. The sapphire in the amulet containing her demonic powers was still veined with red, and the deep green of her eyes was not visible under the film of bloody red. Laos couldn't help but wonder what was running through her mind. It was a mystery to him. She was his blood, and had more than once proven herself a faithful servant, and yet.... Unlike his other minions, her thoughts were veiled from his sight. It was unnerving. Could the queen of Esperanza be fighting to free herself from this demonic form? Laos couldn't afford to take chances with the people he kept close, not with people like Lord Toleranth on his heels.

"Sibel in sincerely looking foreward to a confrontation with one someone of Shavas's talent and expertise. I can see that look in your eyes Jadira, but this is Sibel's battle, not yours. I will not have any interference. Need I confine you to your rooms?"
She was absolutely fuming at being treated in such a childlike manner the demon king noted, his eyes dancing.

Laos threw back and laughed, the cruel sound echoing throughout the deadly silent room.

"I pity you you silly woman, you, the foolish black sheep who thinks that the hungry wolves will leave you be because of your difference of color. That, just because you are different, that you can overcome your nature and my own.
Well, my little sheep, you are in the heqart of the wolves den and I can assure you, we will destroy you utterly regardless."

Sibel stood at his left shoulder, as tense as a spring, ready to jump when he gave her leave. The Demon Lord couildn't see her face, but he could picture the hungry look in her eyes. Sibel was yet another little black sheep in his eyes. One set quite a few pegs under his lovely Shavas. This little sheep tryed to become a wolf by leading their master through the gate and into the pasture.

She did have her uses though, he had to admit, if it came to a battle Sibel would lose without a doubt, Shavas was weaker then when they last met, but still a formidable opponent. Sibel, on the other hand, was gifted when it came to capture, confinement, and torture.

Loas was not an idiot, if Shavas had a change of heart, and decided to rejoin him, he would allow it after a very long and gruesome punishment. She was too powerful, too useful to throw away for something as foolish, no matter how satisfying, as revenge. Which is why he kept his daughter close at hand. Wringing her for every inch of usefullness she could provide before throwing her away. The demons were his only true allies, he had learned it the hard way last time, and would not make the same mistake again.

As for this pale little sprite hiding behind Shavas, she would be a nice addition to his collection of human playthings...
"Now"
Sibel lurched forward with a snarl.

Shavas fought desperatly, attempting to dislodge the net with magic of her own, but the spells were skillfully drawn creating an impenetrable surface as smooth as glass. As soon as the spell bound her, Sibel dipped into her stores of power to withdraw more spells, spells to tear at the crumpled body lying before her so helplessly. Her green eyes shown with savage bloodlust as she inched closer and let loose her magic.

Shavas's back arched in pain as the spells hit. Magick that felt like claws flayed her unprotected back, tearing open bleeding rents that should have killed her in an instant if not for her own magic wich she used to pinch the major blood vessals closed, and shield her delicate insides.

Shavas hit the floor heavily, she panted with pain and feebly attempted to rise again, she could steel feel the claws digging into her back.


Nadira hooked her feet around the doorway and clung for dear life as the demon yanked on her arms. It smelled overwhelmingly like the decaying dead in this grim passageway and she had no intention of going down that stairway willingly. The shadows contorted and a dark figure emerged. The demon was to preoccupied to notice until the stranger drove his sword hilt-deep into its heart, or whatever was there in place of a heart. Well no matter what he hit the beast crumpled to the floor noiselessly dropping Nadira in the process. The stranger reached down to help her to her feet.
"I am Jareth" He whispered hurridly, "and you must get out of here."

A scream, and a ripping sound, and Shavas's blood drenched Dragons tear rolled through the door, propelled by a tongue of magic that flickered out as soon as Nadira took it into trembling fingers.
"I have to get back to Toleranth and the others, this was a mistake. I don't know if you can be trusted, but It appears I have no choice."