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This is a private RP for Nisshou H's Hellmaster Phibrizzo and Roniel Targaryen's Beastmaster Xellas.
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The heat of the jungle wrapped around Xellas like a damp blanket. Her fur never felt quite dry in the climate and her mane was even fluffier than usual. She quite enjoyed it. After sleeping for so long, her body enjoyed the constant heat. It helped keep her warm as her own systems worked their way back up to full function. She still felt a stiffness in her joints from so much time with them unused, but that was quickly fading.

She also liked the jungle because of the abundance of prey. She never had any trouble finding something to feed on. Currently, she was eating her way through some pig-like animal she had found snuffling around the roots of a tree. She tossed her head back and let a large chunk of the meat slide unchewed down her throat. Her massive size required more fuel than the average soquili. Fortunately, this animal was rich in fat and energy. She leaned down to take another bite from the blood-soaked carcass. She bit into a shoulder and wrenched her had back and forth until another piece of meat was dislodged. Blood soaked the fur of her muzzle and dripped from her onto the already splattered ground. She looked every bit like the feral monstrosity she was.

Though she hadn't seen Hellmaster in years, Xellas wasn't nearly as surprised as she should have been. It was as if she had expected him to show up, though she hadn't had any idea. They were generals of Lord Ruby Eye. They were more tightly bound by the web of fate than most families were. She was immediately on guard and drew herself upright and away from the carcass on the ground. Phibrizzo was the most dangerous living being she knew. She would never make the mistake of treating him like the foal he often acted like.

"Well, you found me," she told him with half a growl. They weren't friends and she wasn't pleased to see him. The favors he asked were never simple, though they might seem to be at first. She watched him with the air of one alpha wolf sizing up another. He must have encountered Xelloss. Xelloss was the only one who knew her location presently. "What do you want, Hellmaster?"

Xellas' fangs protruded from beneath her lip as it drew upward slightly. His casual manner irritated her, especially the way he asked for her to lend him her most prized possession, Xelloss. He didn't even precisely ask her. He told her that was what he wanted, as if her compliance was implied. While they formally had the same rank, she couldn't deny that Hellmaster was more powerful than she was. She could fight his requests and plans up to a point... but it was seldom worth the effort.

"And what plan is it?" She was playing into his script and tried to tell herself that it didn't vex her. The longer she drew this out the longer it would be before she could get back to her meal. She thought of the last place she had seen Xelloss, prancing off with that group of soquili that thought they were his friends. What use could Hellmaster possibly have for that unimpressive crowd?

"One of the seven fragments of our master." She understood. She understood acutely well what Hellmaster was suggesting. The last time they had awakened one of Shabranigdo's vessels there had been a war that dwarfed all others. Many had died, many of their own even. The open field had been watered red with blood and she had been in the middle of it, wading through bodies and adding new ones to the pile. It felt like that had happened ages ago, and now Hellmaster looked to start it again. The anticipation of all that pain was close to physical pleasure for her.

"Who carries the second fragment?" she asked. She was less hostile now that she understood his intentions. This wasn't just some pet project of his. This was something that would create waves of terror through the entire land and unite the Mazoku race as they hadn't been in years. It was a plot that even she couldn't look down upon.

A unicorn? Xellas chuckled, with a deep and rumbling sound. What a wretched though. The soul of a purewalker demon was encased in a unicorn body? The world couldn't possibly be more twisted. She liked it, in an insidious way. She would be quite curious to meet this cursed unicorn. Soon, Ruby Eye would be awakened within him and his previous personality scorched away. She wanted to at least get a look at him before that happened.

"Presumably you know the items needed for his resurrection and where they are?" She wondered how long Hellmaster had been awake to be able to gather this much information. He certainly didn't have servants able to do it for him.

An entire week. Hellmaster surely was talented. Though all of them delighted in cruelty, he was the one with the greatest talent for it. Xellas would have pitied the dead angeni if she had been capable of feeling such an emotion. As it was, she was simply impressed that the angeni had managed to hold out for so long. Many lesser creatures would have bent after mere minutes of what Hellmaster had in store for them. While she unconditionally loathed all those that served the light, they did have impressive willpower at times.

"Xelloss is yours to do with as you will for this mission." Now that she understood his plot, she lent her priest freely. This wasn't some mere power grab by Hellmaster. "Find him and inform him of that. He won't give you trouble." They had barely spent any time at all together since her long sleep, but she still had utter faith in his loyalty. Just as he would follow her to his death and doom, so he would follow Phibrizzo, just perhaps without quite as much enthusiasm.

Xellas frowned slightly, watching Hellmaster leave. He had appeared suddenly and unexpectedly and was gone much the same way. Though she supported his plan, she still didn't trust him. There was always more to his schemes than what was on the surface. In that way, it would be good to have Xelloss working with him. No matter who her priest might work for, he still reported to her. She could use him to keep track of Hellmaster's movements until she knew the true shape of his plans.

She glanced back to the carcass on the ground. Her hunger had left her, but it was a shame to waste such juicy meat. She leaned down to tear off another piece, chewed, and swallowed. As if the world was nothing but dead meat, the Mazoku sought to devour it in darkness. Every victory they took was one step closer to the chaos in which they were born from. If all went according to plan then soon their leader would return, and the world would tremble.