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 Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:37 pm
Neil watched his demoness quietly from the hallway, grey eyes dark with concern. She'd been mostly quiet since he'd awakened to the strange screaming, possibly even more so since he'd spoken to that Legion woman. His gaze trailed over her straight and stiff posture, unable to see her face as she gazed out the window to their patio. He had a feeling that whatever she was looking at was not something he could see.
The man finally sighed, unwilling to remain in the strained and unpleasant silence. Pushing himself off the wall, he walked slowly over to her, trying to seek what held her interest even knowing it wasn't for his eyes to behold. "'taroth," he started quietly, pausing a few steps behind her.
She did not move to respond.
Another sigh. "'taroth, everything well? Ye've been a bit...off, lately."
Nothing.
He frowned, liking being ignored even less than the strange silence. "'ey," he grumped, a little annoyed but still dominantly concerned, "what gives? Y'dinnae shut up for a week about th'Incubi, now this?"
Astaroth's eyes shimmered. The Prince finally turned her gaze from the nothingness on the porch down to the human who looked unflinchingly back to her. While she normaly found his stubborn and thick-headedness fascinating, she was unusually agitated by it. "Leave me be," she advised, her voice somewhere between the angry breath of Hell that was normal for her, and the more human counterpart she used to spare Neil's ears.
"Look, I'm just concerned," he looked troubled as he admitted the truth of the matter, "and if it's something I'm doing, I'll stop it."
"Right now you are an eyesore. Leave me be, human."
Anger spiked in the back of his mind. "'tar--" was all he managed before he was suddenly airborn, his back slamming loudly into the opposite wall by the foyer, the pain from the impact paralyzing him before he felt the initial shock from the blow that pinned him there. Light spotted his vision, but it did nothing to drown out the fierce burning of the demon's eyes. Oh, s**t.
"You would do well to heed the demands of Prince Astaroth, human," a voice decidedly not demonic or human spilling from her lips, teeth bared like a feral and very pissed off animal. The expression was odd on her face, as other than the eerie glow to her eyes, her face was perfectly neutral save for the snarl now there.
Neil struggled against the invisible force pinning him to the wall, his chest heavy with the pressure of it. "'taroth," he gasped, "what..." His voice cut short as the pressure increased, his ribs literally groaning with the strain. The structure behind him squealed with the efforts to remain stationary, unable to do so beneath the inhuman strength applied to the very human body.
Hair sifted around her nude body in an invisible wind, hissing. "You are slow, human. You will silence yourself of I will do it for you." She moved towards him as though carried by a current, intending to have her way when she heard something. Pausing, she tilted her head to the side, listening to the soft pattering of feet in the upper hallway. The footfall of someone else who lived in the house, who was no doubt alerted by the sickening sound Neil's body made against the wall now crumbling against his weight and her influence.
If Soah came down, there were not enough Gods in the heavens to spare him the wrath of a Prince of Hell.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 6:28 pm
He had been dozing off in Neil's bed, nestled underneath the thick sheets, his golden hair splayed across the pillow, lids closed in semblance of peace. But it was only a light sleep, just enough to rest his mind and body. The boy had been living with Neil for quite some time, though he returned home on the weekends to be with his family and to feed Merihem. But, at any opportunity he snuck away to Neil's place, and there he would spend his hours away in happiness. He couldn't be happier doing dishes, snuggling with Neil, and doing general cleaning. Really, Neil was his safe place, and it kept his mind at peace to be in Neil's presence. He was fatally attached to Neil, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
The boy was roused, though, as he heard a loud 'thud' resounding in the hall downstairs. It jerked him into awareness, and with a groggy groan he sat up in the bed, sifting his hand through his golden hair. His blue eyes peeked open, observing his surroundings, but his curiosity had been roused, and now he heard voices... and was distinctly unsettled. He climbed out of bed, pulling on some pants and a t-shirt (he had been sleeping in his boxers). Effortlessly he pulled his hair into a ponytail, and then he was venturing downstairs.
It was likely the last thing that Neil would have wanted.
"Neil? Are you all right? I thought I heard something fall -" He was stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening in horror at the site of Neil pinned against the wall, struggling for breath. He felt his knees go weak, his lower lip trembling with the hysterical feelings that were building up in chest. He wasn't looking to Astaroth, and in fact didn't even notice her or the threat that she was bringing to him. No, his attention was solely on Neil, and nothing was going to stop him from going to his lover.
"NEIL!"
He was stumbling forward, his hand reaching out to Neil, to grasp his shoulder, to try to free him from whatever force was pushing against him. He was desperate to free Neil, to take the other into his arms and hold him against his body, to whisper sweet words of comfort.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 7:39 pm
The spots were changing colors, and he knew it wasn't from pain this time, but lack of air. He desperately clutched at the nothing pressing against his body, flexing and straining against it to keep from caving in, because it felt like he was about to break if he did so much as let up for one second. Neil didn't know what had happened or how to stop it, only that he couldn't be loud because--
"NEIL!"
His fading eyes shot open wide, forcing himself to look and see what he desperately did not want to. Terror welled in his gut, his bloodshot gaze flicking rapidly between his captor and his loved one, the latter of which did not see the former. "Soyah," he wheezed with great difficulty, trying to grab the teen and push him aside but unable to do so from his prison. "Please," he pleaded weakly, his voice little more than a husky whisper, "run, go--!"
"No," came the dangerous hiss, Astaroth's sights locked on the teen. She had only felt Neil's fear once before, and if this child could cause it...while it would be delightful to milk her human of his fear, she wanted him to herself. The blonde was in her way, and that was unacceptable. With or without a use, he was trying to take away what was hers. He had to be taken care of. Her frigid gaze returned to Neil, and without casting Soah a second glance, she finished closing the space between herself and her human. Unfortunately, it brought her to Soah, too.
A twist of her wrist, a hook of her finger in the teen's shirt, and she threw the boy away from Neil, away from her prize. Her toss would only minutely cushion him, using that same force of will to pin the teen across the living room, lacking the pressure that she was putting on Neil; she was not without her wits, for the time being, although that was rapidly dissolving. He would only get one warning. "Try it again, little boy, and I will destroy you in front of this one." She hiked Neil up further until his head almost hit the ceiling, ignoring his broken cries and tear-filled eyes for the blonde, ignoring the blood that was trickling from the side of the man's mouth.
He was hers. She would personally damn anyone who thought otherwise.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:03 pm
He didn't comprehend, he didn't sense the danger in the situation. All he saw was that Neil was suffering under some invisible force, and so he was going to do his best to rescue the older man. He didn't think far enough to consider that Astaroth was the source of Neil's suffering. "What?" His voice croaked, distressed blue eyes examining Neil's face and seeing the clear suffering there. "What's wrong? How can I help you!?" It was clear that he wasn't leaving. Soah couldn't bring himself to abandon Neil, not when he had practically pledged his loyalty to the older man.
But something, or rather someone, drove a wedge between them that Soah would prefer not to have. He felt a presence behind him, and with wide eyes he whipped around to see Astaroth approaching him. A question formed on his lips, but it died there as he felt a finger hook in his shirt. He cried out in surprise as he was tossed away from Neil, falling down onto his side. He trembled, fear sinking down into the core of his being, tears budding in his eyes as he saw Neil held helplessly up against the wall by Astaroth.
"Neil! NEIL!" He was screaming for the other man, struggling to get back onto his feet, to reach Neil and Astaroth... so he could try and pull them apart. No, he wasn't thinking about himself. Neil was in imminent danger, and he would do anything to rescue him. He didn't much care about himself at this point.
Someone else did.
"What the ******** HELL did you do to my human!?" It was the Incubus, his chest pale, leather pants clinging to his hips and legs. His hair spilled down his back, the tips just touching his leathery bat wings. The look in his eyes was pure anger, because Soah was his, and he had to keep Soah in good condition for Lucifuge, and Astaroth was threatening that. He reached down to jerk the boy to his feet, holding the youth protectively to his side, and also efficiently keeping the boy from chasing after Neil.
"Stay still," he demanded of Soah when the boy began to struggle against him, but it didn't stop the boy's movements, and if anything he began to cry out for Neil even more.
"What has gotten into your head, daring to touch what is mine?" He didn't advance, though. He was set on protecting Soah, and he couldn't do that if he was trying to tear out Astaroth's hair for throwing the child.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:15 pm
Her power licked over the Incubus, the air barbed with threat that spiked over the whole room. "If you think you can trespass into my territory and stake a claim over that which defies me...you will take his punishment!" The sound that spilled from her throat was gutteral, a high whine ebbing through her words like fingernails on chalkboard, the air thickening with malice that oozed from her skin. Astaroth, for all her title and stake in Hell, was beginning to show her true colors.
And all her wrath was directed onto Neil, who couldn't even cry out as his chest was compressed further against the wall. His lips were paling, almost bloodless, even as the red liquid flecked his mouth. The man's struggles were weakening, his sightless gaze fixed on where he knew Soah was, even though he was losing his sight rapidly. His throat worked around the demoness' name, effectively turning her attention back to him, for better or for worse.
"Take him and leave," came the heartless sneer, disregarding Merihem completely. "He is in my way, and I will spare no one who tries to do it again." This time her hand wrapped physically around Neil's neck, causing his eyes to flutter. "Your lack of respect will be taken out in this one's hide. Now go. FLEE like the scum you are, Incubus. My fight is not with you, but if you make it so..." Astaroth's voice dipped dangerously back into the warning growl, "I will not spare any of you my wrath."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:26 pm
Normally he couldn't resist a good stirring of Wrath- he'd been expected more of them with something like an emotion that couldn't be called anything but pleasure- but this time he'd been dining on a sense of envy in the bar he'd been inhabiting. He wouldn't have bothered to even go look, except an order from the Mistress came in, a distinctly unwelcome vibration of the cell phone in his pocket. "Got to go," he said into the human girl's hair; within seconds, he had faded into the shadows.
Where he slid out as he buttoned his shirt again didn't surprise him; he'd expected it from Astaroth. The Prince had a temper when roused, if he remembered correctly, and he'd reckoned on having to calm her down at some point if only to keep the mistress's plans underground. He was surprised by the other participants- Sloth, Soah, and the Incubus.
"What the hell is going on here?" His bad mood only doubled because of this unwelcome sight. Walking forward, he gripped the Prince's wrist and clenched, applying the sort of strength that had made him one of God's most valued Seraph once upon a time to the bones of her arm. The pain probably wouldn't mean much- contact with his skin killed most sensation. But a broken wrist might mean something. "Damn it, Astaroth," he ground out. "You kill one of the Mistress's children and they'll skin you alive, you know damn well they will. Stop."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:40 pm
"You little b***h! You still have no right to harm what is mine - do what you want with your's, but do not touch what is mine ever again!" He staked his claim now, even if he wasn't particularly fond of Soah, because if he didn't he wasn't sure if Astaroth would attack Soah again if he wasn't around, and he did not want Lucifuge's wrath coming crashing down upon his shoulders. He drew Soah tightly against him, not daring to take a step against Astaroth. No, the goal was to get out unscathed, to lock the boy in his room, and not let the child get harmed in any way again. But oh, it graded against his nerves to be called scum, for he considered himself quite above scum.
He was about to retaliate, his anger overwhelming him, but it was then that Lucifuge made his appearance. If anything, he now took a step back, dragging the protesting Soah along with him. But, he was paying less attention to the child, and more attention to the interaction between Lucifuge and Astaorth. A fight seemed imminent, and he would have to get Soah out of her, and mayhaps Neil if it would keep the boy from throwing hysterics... Then again, he didn't want to risk his hide for a human he had no business with. He frowned, considering the situation with far more insight then he usually cared to give.
He hadn't even noticed that Soah had freed himself, and when he finally did realize it, he cursed fluently underneath his breath, moving to retrieve the desperate lad.
"Oh god... Neil!" It was a choked sob, and it was a sound that was probably far too close to Neil for the older man's comfort. But Soah had manuevered his way around Lucifuge, his smaller body moving into action to try and shove Astaroth away from the person he likely cared most about. He wasn't considering the fact that he was trying to overpower a demon. He just saw that Lucifuge was hardly doing anything to rescue Neil, and so he had to do it himself... and he didn't care about the consequences.
It was his fatal attribute. Soah never came first, especially not before the people he loved.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:51 pm
The room exploded, but it moved slowly in front of her rage filled eyes.
The teen was handled first; without even looking, she released Neil to backhand and hurl the teen back at and into Merihem, making sure they weren't even an object to be considered in the battle to come. Relinquishing her human did nothing to spare him, quite the opposite in fact as the invisible force holding him relented...and then slammed him into the ceiling hard enough to dent it, blood trickling from his mouth a little more quickly. Astaroth paid no mind to her wrist - she was not human, and such trivial pains would be handled after the battle - and turned her attack onto Lucifuge.
She did not care that he was the Prime Minister. He, a demon, had infringed on her domain, and had dared hurt her. Dared tell her what to do! That was punishable by death in Hell, but she would settle for a severe thrashing for attacking the tiger in her den. The hand that back-handed the youth swung back around, fingers clawed and aimed directly for Lucifuge's oh-so-precious face. At the same time, the couch was suddenly airborn and swinging towards the higher ranked demon; she was counting on the distraction of Neil and Soah to either score a hit on the betrayer or to get him to release her and back up.
Her rage was thick, cloying, and if it weren't for the invisible force strangling the red-head, he would have choked on the wrath that filled what air he could breathe. Neil's eyes were closed, threatening to swell with the pressure, knowing that his ribs had to be cracked and bruised. If she continued on like this...if they all did...they'd level the whole damn city! And Soah...why couldn't he protect Soah? Hadn't he made a deal with Legion? He could tell he was losing his mind to darkness, considering these things at all as the life was being squeezed out of him. He couldn't make any noise, couldn't struggle; all he could do was cover his mouth and despair at his uselessness once again.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:01 pm
It could not be borne.
So, he sunk to her level, released her wrist, and simply shattered the couch with one hand. Too much to do, he thought, quickly prioritizing the one who'd already sworn over the one he wanted. Most of the power, all but that which he needed to hold a physical and humanoid shape, went towards trying to break the pressure on the man. "Keep your human there this time, Incubus," he ordered.
Unfortunately, with so much of his concentration devoted to keeping the mistress from losing one of her pawns, he couldn't spare any time for mere physical concerns beyond one. "Astaroth, we made a deal," he hissed, flickers of his truest form flashing through. Damnit, why wasn't it taking?!
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:13 pm
He didn't know why he hadn't expected to be hit, but he felt the slap hard against his cheek, and it stung enough to bring tears to his eyes. But it wasn't the pain that hurt him the most, it was being thrown back against Merihem, his body colliding roughly with the Incubus's firm chest, that hurt him the most. He felt cold arms wrap around his torso, pinning him against a body he did not want to be attached to. Soah found himself crying out repeatedly for Neil, and even threw his body against Merihem's, trying to break free, trying to get to his lover. "Neil! She's hurting him! She's going to kill him! Merihem, Lucifuge!" He was calling out the demons' names desperately, to try and rouse them to action. He couldn't see that Lucifuge was already acting to save Neil. He just saw the man bleeding, and in suffering.
"Let me go, LET ME GO! NEIL!" He kicked and tossed and turned in Neil's arms, trying to violently free himself, but Merihem's arms held him tightly with an unrelenting force, and he was even being lifted into the air, dragged back and away from the fighting scene. Sobs were torn from his heart, his vision blinded with tears, because he felt helpless, and he couldn't even get Merihem to let him go. He didn't care if Lucifuge and Astaroth were doing battle... he had to get to Neil! "Please, Merihem! PLEASE!"
Merihem wasn't about to let Soah go, not when Lucifuge made it clear for him not to. In fact, as things began to heat up, he was backing up, drawing the child with him, and even lifting the boy off of the ground when Soah began to struggle. He pressed his back against the wall, his wings curling around his torso to sheild Soah from the sight, as if hiding Neil from Soah's view would help to calm the boy from his near-hysterics. Yet he could hear the cries, and it grated on his nerves, so much that with his free hand he clutched his hand around the boy's mouth to silence him.
"Shut up," he growled irritably, dark eyes narrowing as he watched the fight between Astaroth and Lucifuge.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:37 pm
"How dare you," the demonic essence of Astaroth spilled forth, the horrible voice from the first time she had been summoned, something not meant for human ears. Indeed, despite being suffocated, she sensed her human trying to cover his ears. Her eyes never left Lucifuge, the rage pulsing steady through her body, making her oblivious to the fact she was openly fighting the hand of Hell. "This is my domain! LEAVE!"
She lashed out again with her clawed digits, the broken wrist flopping without control, which frustrated her; falling back on her good hand, her foot struck out to soundly collide with the demon's jaw, continually trying to distract him. It didn't end there, as Astaroth sprung off her haunches in motion too fast for human eyes to follow, landing squarely on the bigger male. Her claws sunk into his covered chest, and as any proper beast would do to its prey, her teeth followed suit into Lucifuge's neck. The words growled around the taut flesh were murderous. "He is mine. He will not die by my hand. Why are you here?"
He could feel pain in his forehead as the blood started to sporadically pump through his body again, forcing his eyes to open, his vision red from bloodied sclera's. His mouth opened and gasped audibly for air, but he knew the fight was not over; though there was something squeezing between his torn body and the assault, he could feel the malicious force of Astaroth probing to get through. The desire to hurt and maim was palpable, as thick on his tongue as his own blood, but why it was coming from the demoness baffled him.
But there was someone more important on his addled mind as his ability to think returned to him. "Suh, S...Soyah," he forced his own hoarse and broken voice from his body, struggling in a feeble manner to look for the blonde. "Soyah?" Through his bloody vision, he was having a hard time making out what was happening, but he knew he couldn't see his lover. No sight of his angel. Neil began to struggle more in earnest against his phantom bonds, getting a wind of adrenaline and desperation to try and combat in his own way.
Annoyance broke into her mind as she felt Neil starting to struggle. Why was Lucifuge here to help him? It irked her, teased at something in her mind that she could not see through the haze of delicious wrath. She had to break his concentration again! Not releasing the demon from her maw, the entertainment system - games and all - lifted into the air, and heaved directly at the Incubus and his human. She would find his purpose, his weakness, and expel the infiltrators from her lair!
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:59 pm
Lucifuge absorbed the attacks, though his concentration broke for the barest moment. Soon enough he slammed the power back into place- perhaps unintentionally hurting Neil, but the sort of touch he was using was a great deal more delicate than what the Prince used. "He is useless if he's in a hospital," snarled the Prime Minister in return. Easily- strength came so freely to him- he hurled Astaroth off and into the wall. His hand immediately went to the gashes her teeth had put in his throat, but there wasn't time to heal it over- another one to watch out for, after all, the most important piece in the Sins. He could be replaced, but oh, did Lucifuge want to devote the time? No.
Satisfied that what he was putting into keeping her powers from affecting Neil was enough (and this decided in just the barest fraction of a moment while Astaroth sailed through to meet the wall and send cracks up through the ceiling) he leapt after her. The entertainment came out of nowhere- instead of firmly blocking the Prince's way out, he staggered a step to the side. However, it splintered enough that Merihem and Soah would be mostly unharmed. And he moved quickly enough to gain his balance, purposely throwing a kick directly into the wall to block the Prince's way out of that area of the room.
"Sloth," he snapped, belatedly realizing that it might not strike Neil that Lucifuge was speaking to him. "--Neil, do calm down. You're distressing the boy and putting him in danger."
After all, in all honesty, Soah was safer right now with Merihem. Lucifuge disentangled himself from the wall and threw another punch at Astaroth.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 10:10 pm
Merihem drew himself and Soah to the side as pieces of entertainment machines came hurdling after them - and he almost thought it would be easier to dodge it if they weren't all in pieces, but then again, he didn't like the idea of his wing being crushed by a silly piece of furniture. So, he turned quickly, wings tightening around the boy, as if the thin layer of leathery skin would be enough to protect Soah from the shards. As it was, he managed to get the pair of them safely out of the way, though Soah's distress was only rising as the time passed. It was trying the very last vestiges of his patience, and he didn't realize until Soah whimpered that his tension was being pressed onto the boy too much. With a little growl, he moved his hand from the boy's mouth, drawing his wings back from around the youth so that he could reach out to tilt Soah's chin. Like that he matched the other's gaze, his stomach coiling with disgust to see the tears in the boy's eyes.
"Hush now, Neil will be safe, quiet now, Neil doesn't want his angel to cry, right?" His voice had adopted that human tone, full of tenderness and caring. He was really only doing it to calm the boy, and it was working... up until the point where Neil's voice came crackling into the air, and Merihem cursed vehemently when it roused Soah's worry and hysterics once again.
"N-Neil? Neil! I-I'm coming, I'll be there as soon as I can! You're all right, you are! I promise, I'm okay, I'll be right there!" He twisted against Merihem, trying to keep good on his word, though he was only saying it to comfort and reassure his lover. He almost broke free once, getting as far as a step from Merihem before the Incubus reached out to snag his wrist and twist him back into his steely embrace. Soah struggled, he cried desperately, but no matter what he did, he could not break free, and that was the most distressing thing of all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 10:36 pm
"Nay!" he cried back, either ignoring Lucifuge or not hearing him - more than likey, it was the latter. "Stay..away!" He gasped heavily between the words, pain lacing through his torso again, but significantly less than it had been. It seemed Astaroth's rage at him had abated. And as suddenly as he thought it, he was dropped, knocking the wind out of him, incapacitated by his own injuries.
The pain was riveting. Had it not been a battle for dominance, lust would have won her out, but as it were, pride was at stake in more ways than she realized. Her back sung with the promise of pain once she allowed herself to rest, but it was not something she'd overthink right then. No, not when Lucifuge had acted to save those two. It was for that purpose that Astaroth did not move from her position, did not bother to duck the fist that crashed into her face. She felt the delicate bones cave in, some shatter, jarring her jaw as the force sent her across the room.
Just as she wanted.
Her power dropped from Neil quickly, throwing her weight around with the momentum to press the balls of her feet to the wall, lunging at Merihem and Soah. She was suddenly between them, her good hand pressed to Soah's neck, one strong and coiled leg bent to her chest, foot planted against Merihem's chest. Without warning, she unfurled her great length, kicking the Incubus hard into Lucifuge. Using the momentum, she swung Soah around and viciously threw him in the opposite direction.
Neil's patio was guarded by two slabs of thick, double paned glass, which shattered effortlessly beneath the teen's hurled body.
And she was moving. Running towards the blonde, even before he hit the ground, fully intending to impale the unfortunate boy and end it all. To release her pent up rage. To destory something to make up for the madness encroaching, that came from nowhere and--
The demoness stopped so suddenly that her hair continued onwards, billowing in front of her with the wind of her motion. Once it settled, it was revealed that the successful hurdle was an old man. He stared up at Astaroth with great wisdom and purpose, which unsettled the Prince. "Barbatus?" she inquired, puzzled at the appearance of one of her most trusted assistants. She hadn't summoned him, but there - she felt something sliding over her lips, part of her nose having collapsed from Lucifuge's impact. The Prince's blood dotted Barbatos' slippers.
The old man yanked her hair unceremoniously, dragging her down to his level, unvoiced words passing into her ear, her half mangled face angled towards Lucifuge. She was still for a time, what remained of her face being mostly passive. Something passed over her eyes suddenly, looking to the Prime Minister with utter disbelief, a rare expression for the Prince. Nodding, Astaroth extracted herself from her assistant, kissing his brow formally. "Go," she commanded, at the old man was no more.
She stepped over the wreckage of Neil's home, seizing a cell phone on the kitchen counter and pressing a button. There was a muted male voice on the other end, which she cut off abruptly, "Your friend is hurt." The phone snapped shut and was tossed aside, continuing her stride to Neil, her lacerated visage watching Lucifuge.
"Get your whelp and leave. We are done."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 10:45 pm
He threw up both hands, catching the incubus's shoulders and stopping bare inches before the wall. "Damnit," he howled, though he had the presence of mind not to shove Merihem- it might have sent the other demon onto Neil, who probably would not appreciate that. "My whelp," hissed the Prime Minister. "The mistress's whelp. Who you may have just murdered." He had no problem with murder, as Astaroth would well know, but when it interfered with goals that were properly his...
"Damnit, Astaroth," he continued in an undertone. "You almost ruined Legion's plans. Do you know what they would do to you for the damage done here alone? What possessed you to break the agreement like that?" He couldn't go back to the mistress without answers, after all. Even as he knelt and began to tend to Soah's cuts and bruises (cautious always of the addictive nature of his touch) he continued to spend most of his attention on the demoness. "Have you even thought of tending to the man?"
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