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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Jul 7, 2008 17:52:34 GMT -5
Disraeli sat upon her sweet soft poof in the majestic master bedroom of Mehran's Suncera mansion. The so-called "Mistress" was down and out, almost thoroughly defeated by the Demoness. And as irritating as it was that the poor host still fought her, Disraeli was equally amused by Mehran's efforts to oust her. Never would they work, and eventually, Mehran's soul would die and move on, leaving only Disraeli in this body. It wasn't the best she'd ever taken, not by far, but it did well enough. There was sufficient power that this creature held for Disraeli to bend to her own will. And she would bend it.
[glow=yellow,2,300]That's what you think, filth. I will kill you yet, and when I do, oh, the celebration that will be had![/glow]
"Shut up, tiny fool," Disraeli replied aloud, seemingly to herself. She may as well have been; Mehran was the thought inside. Already, though, the two had a mutual antipathy and discord. Disraeli almost never used the host's real name, preferring to cause feelings of worthlessness, and Mehran responded in her usual viper-tongued way, inciting anger in the easiest way she knew.
The Indwelt fell silent to her own thoughts, and Disraeli took it as a tacit submission and began to think of her plans. First, she wanted to get to know some of Mehran's people. From Mehran's own thoughts, she knew most of their names. And the one that intrigued her most was Senon. Disraeli had gathered that he was on a search for a woman named Lilith. She had also figured out from Mehran's memories that Lilith was known to be more than human. There had been supernatural qualities attributed to the woman, and this made Disraeli suspicious. Privately, she wondered about the true identity of Lilith. "Surely not, though...." The thought trailed off.
She picked up a small piece of paper that Mehran had been studying. It contained information for Senon, more details on Lilith that he would need to continue his search. Disraeli chuckled quietly. The more she read, the surer she became. She could know in an instant, but the game was afoot, and would be better if the knowledge came to her slowly. For now, she knew that Mehran had scheduled an appointment for Senon to come and see her. The Demoness waited for him, memorizing the information Mehran had accidentally provided her and forming her plans.
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Post by Senon on Jul 12, 2008 12:56:59 GMT -5
Senon pulled his cloak closer around him,glancing around the ornate halls of the oversized manor of the "Princess" of Suncera. He smiled inwardly,pleased with the thought of robbing this grandiose city blind and leaving the haughty leader in chains. He shook his head,quickly dismissing the notion; that was not his purpose here, and he didn't want the problems that would cause him. He had been relieved of his precious Gemini daggers at the door by her many eunich servants,a good choice on his benefactor's part,but leaving him...inconvienced if trouble were to arise.
He expected none from this visit,however. He knew the weak alliance was based on the lives of both parties,so he feared not for his life in this house. 'She would learn better if she tried,anyhow.' He nodded to himself,assuring this in his mind. It was not like his people to depend on others,and he was sure it wouldn't last long at this point,but if she could help,he could use it. He sneered a little at that fact,prefering to be back alone than with this gaudy group of showoffs.
"I hope your master knows that I have much better things to do than help her muse over her pointless papers and these ridiculous people..." He spat at her servant,his only reaction to turn and lead him to the Master's quarters. He couldn't respond if he had wanted to,his lack of a tongue proving keenly effective in keeping the secrets that flowed through the mansion just those - secrets. The enslaved led him to a great wooden door,intricate patterns etched into it and garnishing a large brass handle. Bowing to Senon,the slave took his leave,not wanting to disturb the couple and learning something he should not - that proved very deadly in this city,Senon had noticed quite quickly. However,he didn't have the reverance for this woman the rest of the city did...
He pushed the door forward,announcing his presence as the door swung forward in his best way. "You called me here,I thought you'd have the courtesy to at least leave your room to greet me..."
If he had thought more of it,he would have noticed the chill wind that was unnatural in the fire-warmed room,but it is often said that those too confident mistake any sense of power as their own...
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Jul 12, 2008 15:11:03 GMT -5
Disraeli glanced up at the sudden intrusion. She had heard the two coming from down the hall, but had not expected for Senon to come in talking. It irritated her. Inside her, she felt a smug glibness, and knew what Mehran was thinking.
[glow=yellow,2,300]Welcome to my world, filth. Think you can deal?[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Quiet, fool. Watch, and learn.[/glow]
Disraeli beckoned to a poof similar to hers. There were no chairs in the room, at least not the traditional sense. Pillows and soft things abounded; this was a trait the two hed in common, the love for comfort. Ignoring his choice to sit or not sit, she spoke. "Think what you want, but shut your mouth and keep it closed, foolish thing. You know not what you tinker with." Bringing her emerald eyes to match his chocolate ones, she sneered. "When I want your opinion, I'll give you one and ask it back." She brought her legs closer to her, leaning on one fist laid deep in the pillow. "I have here your information, and you're forunate indeed that the thing you seek hasn't killed you yet. She could, Lilith, that is. Easily. And don't believe for one second that she doesn't know where you are and that you search for her, however vainly."
She sat back and sipped a dark red liquid, closing her eyes. At her side laid the paper Mehran had written up, knowing Senon would either squirrel it away or burn it and not caring otherwise. All the Mistress cared about was that he fought for her when the time came, and he had proven himself well enough for that. Disraeli, however, had a patent interest in seeing him find Lilith. After all, if he wanted to find Lilith, let him. The young man, so concerned about balance, would soon find himself lost in the bright flames of chaos, and all semblence of any balance he might have acheived would be long gone, replaced by great pain and suffering. Disraeli almost writhed in pleasure at the thought of it, but kept control over the body. Mehran would be searching for a way to gain the control now that the Demoness had a distraction, and Disraeli would be damned back to Seven Hells before she let Mehran have even an ounce of power.
Disraeli set the goblet down and licked the remainder of the drink from her lips. Certain actions had taken a slight sexual undertone, which was her doing, and while Mehran hated it, Disraeli delighted in the discomfort of others. "Besides, Senon, what do you hope to find by locating Lilith? Perhaps a warm bosom, soft black eyes, a sweet smile?" Disraeli laughed, an ugly cackle which sent chills down the backs of even the bravest. "Never. She's a creature as dark and cold as Winter."
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Post by Senon on Jul 13, 2008 23:22:05 GMT -5
Senon turned the corner of an oversized pillow with his foot,pushing it around but refusing to sit. "I find no use for this...show. You make yourself soft,living so highly. No matter,I look to remove myself from your 'glamor' as soon as you prove to be your little bit of help. What did you call me here for,not to throw around your petty insults and rub your wealth in my face,I do hope? If so,I have better things to do." He turned and faced out the window behind her,looking past her and through her. His thoughts drifted more strongly to Lilith,a sharp,fimiliar pulling in his chest. He dismissed it,his focus back on her.
"Now it's you who doesn't know what they are talking about,harpy. I don't expect you to understand what that woman is capable of. Now what was so important you had to see me personally?
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Jul 13, 2008 23:39:04 GMT -5
Disraeli snarled and rose, and in the blink of a supernatural eye, was standing before Senon, dagger drawn across his throat. Never before had Mehran pulled steel on her own people, and she never would have. Inside the mind, she was crying out against it.
[glow=yellow,2,300]Oh, vainglorious filth! How dare you draw your disgust on one of my own! He is mine, show respect![/glow]
"Shut up, fool, I'll deal with you later," Disraeli muttered in return. She focused back on Senon, one hand on the handle of the threatening dagger, the other, ice cold on the back of his neck. "And you! Watch your ignorant mouth. Harpies know nothing of the power I possess. I have destroyed mortals for less than your pathetic disrespect. The only reason I don't destroy you is that I expect Lilith to do it eventually, and I would so hate to steal her joy."
Her green eyes locked dangerously onto his face. The body she inhabited was shorter than his, albeit only by a few inches, but still she looked at him in the eye to enforce her point. Frost seemed to exude from her body. Disraeli was a creature of passion almost as much as Mehran was a creature of logic. When the Demoness grew angry, the area surrounding always dropped in temperature. And when she enjoyed herself, it was not uncommon for the people around her to drop from heat exhaustion and stroke. It was never a conscious thing for her to do; the degrees changed of their own accord. "In honesty, it was not I whom summoned your unworthy bones. I only wish your destruction. Someone cares for you and your ways, however, and I wanted to see why. I have no idea; you appear to be as ruthful as the rest of the trash in this place." This dialogue was delivered in the deadliest soft tone, a kind of which Mehran never used, simply because it didn't suit her voice. Disraeli, however, seemed to manipulate the Mistress's voice into a more terrifying thing, and so it worked in her favor. "Know, piteous being, that I could end you here and now. Never forget that, and you might not die so immediately."
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Post by Senon on Jul 14, 2008 13:48:39 GMT -5
Suddenly,Senon's Gemini daggers were too far away from him for his comfort. Composing himself in his mind,his outward appearance never changed,except for a smug smile that crept across his features. Slowly he raised a finger,pushing the flat of the blade up so the tip was no longer pressing into his flesh,his eyes never leaving her own. "So,it seems I've ruffled your wing feathers,then?" He chuckled,taking a step back,then striding around the room as if to emphisise his point. "You'll take no back-talk,no disrespect? You've been around your own too long,never being questioned. Living too long like this makes you soft,as I said."
Turning back to her,any trace of his smile now gone,a contemptious scowl replacing it. "And yet,for all your fancy words and show,you've not yet given me the reason I was called here. I'm sure I've already told you to not waste my time." He gently kicked a poof,sending it spinning. "If it wasn't you who called me then,why was I requested?"
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Jul 14, 2008 20:39:12 GMT -5
"Keep calling into question my worth," she told him warningly, "and I will show you exactly how cruel I can be." Disraeli let it go when he pushed the dagger away and walked away, watching him kick Mehran's pillow. The initial anger that had taken her senses over was fading, and so the room began to warm back up, though not much. She resisted the urge to snarl at his contempt and went to the window seat, pausing only for a brief moment to retrieve the informative paper, filled out in Mehran's hand.
"It doesn't matter, does it? You showed up, so you must know something as to why you were called here. So," she concluded, laughing a chilling chuckle, "you can be summoned just like everyone else. You may wish to lay down your pride and pick up some humility...before it's forced into you." She sat at the window seat, draping her leg over the side of it and folding the other in front of her. It was the ultimate posture of uncaring power; Disraeli knew what she possessed and whom she possessed. It was beautiful. She looked past Senon when she spoke to him, actions returning the cold disrespect he'd shown her. "Mehran had news for you about your quarry. And no doubt, despite what I've told you, you'll still chase after her like some mangy dog chasing a hart." Disraeli smirked.
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Post by Senon on Jul 15, 2008 14:06:53 GMT -5
His eyes shone with a maroon tinge at the sight of the paper,pulling the hood of his cloak up as he turned from her again,pacing the room a few steps. He saw the spark of intent in her own eyes,suddenly reminded of his lack of weapons. He turned quickly back to her,his vision blurred and his chest burning from inside,he smirked,as arrogant as he could muster. "You are far too full of yourself. I pray that I'm not around if you finally pop,would hate to get your mess all over me."
He chuckled to himself,his suspicions confirmed by the heat and pulling sensation in his chest. "But if we're done lashing out at each other,I'd like to get down to business." He stacked a couple pillows into a makeshift seat and sat down,his first act of submission since he'd been there. ('Just play by her rules,then,you stubborn...') "I find it ironic-" Senon said as he looked his 'ally' up and down,this however,was not the first time. "That it takes one demon to find another."
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Jul 15, 2008 22:34:26 GMT -5
Disraeli laughed lightly. "Oh, I knew there was something about you, Senon. Sharp as a nail, aren't we?" She chuckled meanly. "Very well, this shall be a fun game." Her eyes had followed his up and down her body, and she smirked when his brown-maroon eyes met her own peridots. The fact that he had sat down meant very little to her; she recognized the action immediately for what it was--attempted subtle manipulation. She laughed inwardly. He would never gain control of the situation, try as he might. There was too much fun to be had at the expense of this one.
His words amused her. The room grew warmer. "Oh, little Mortal, please believe that I never have to put too much work into finding anything. Especially not another demon. And moreover so not the Queen of Chaos, Lilith." Disraeli sneered. Actually, the two hadn't had much interaction lately, simply because their goals were rather too similar. Once, they had worked together exclusively...but that had ended after a few millenia. No demon appreciated another moving in too far on his territory, and Disraeli wasn't an exception. Typically, most demons stayed away from each other. The only demon Disraeli shared a close connection with was her Brother, and even that was strained occasionally. "But very well, perhaps I will entertain your foolishness for a time, even if I will destroy you soon." She grinned, and her supernaturally sharp fangs seemed to glitter and shine. "First, though, I think I need to instill in you a point the tiny fool never seemed to enforce."
Raising a hand, she pointed a finger at his chest. Grinning meanly, she turned the finger up in the air, and beckoned with her best "Come Hither" motion. The finger directed at him and his chest the best of Disraeli--hatred, fire, destruction. After a second, she dropped the hand only to raise the other. This finger represented something completely different, though of a similar basis. Love, passion, and chaos flowed now, still directed at his chest. "And I can do that whenever I please, little Mortal. Pleased to not forget that."
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Post by Senon on Jul 21, 2008 13:28:43 GMT -5
Senon gasped,his cloak flowing back as if caught in a mild breeze,even though no air entered the room. He was pulled up off his seat by what looked like invisible anchors in his chest,his back arched as he gasped for breath. When the demoness raised her other hand,it felt as though his entire body exploded in flames,a heat searing off of his body as he violently jerked forward,suspended like a puppet int front of the demoness,biting through his lip as not to scream aloud.
If only he had the Gemini...
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Jul 23, 2008 9:19:32 GMT -5
Disraeli dropped her hand, ceasing the chaotic emotion and actions. She'd toyed enough with the man; any more, and the game would no longer be any fun to play. Even the Demoness knew the fine line between proving a point and torturing, and the latter was not in her better interests at the moment. Besides, she found Senon intriguing, and would sooner have him around for the entertainment value. Even evil likes jest.
He gave her a look that might have caused her to burst into instant flames if she had been flammable in the least. She chuckled, not at all bothered by his nastiness. Truth be told, she could return it in kind, easily. But this was a man with a quest, and she'd be damned and gone back to Seven Hells before she ended it unduly. "Little Mortal, be not so nasty. It could be worse, you know." She smirked. "And, after all, you're alive still. For now." She sat and sipped her bloodwine. "Care for a glass? It's your Beloved's favorite refreshment, you know."
Disraeli didn't wait for a response, choosing to simply gesture at the bottle and a shelf of spare glasses. Mehran herself spared no expense for her luxury, and Disraeli found it easy to twist things her own way. The Mistress would have never drank bloodwine; it was a foul drink to her Wildling ways. The Demoness, however, ordered it in aplenty. Occasionally, Mehran would find a bottle in her rooms somewhere. She always ordered it poured out or lit aflame. "Now then, if we understand each other," Disraeli said quietly. She didn't always need to be boisterous and obnoxious to establish credibility, and she knew it. "Let's get on with our business." She flashed him the piece of paper. "The Tiny Fool might find your mercenary skills a fair trade for her information." She grinned. "You'll find no such luck with me, Little Mortal. I can do my own 'dirty work,'" the Demoness continued. "I want more. What are you willing to give me for this information? I'll tell you, it's fairly in depth."
She smiled, knowing the answer. Senon had nothing, not a house, no gold, no jewels, not anything at all. All he had were the twin daggers given him by Lilith herself, and Disraeli had no need nor desire for such trinkets. "Nothing, of course. You have naught. Gemini is all you have, and they are mere trifles to me. I need them not." The smile turned smirk. "So I'm to give you this information for nothing. To help you." Even inside her, Mehran recoiled. Neither were inclined to do something for nothing.
Disraeli rose from her spot and walked to where Senon was. "Free help? I've taken souls as payment, of course. But I don't desire your soul, and it obviously belongs already to another," she said, rolling her eyes disdainfully. She walked around him slowly, sashaying hips that weren't hers. Her eyes glanced at his chest. "Your heart? I don't want it. It's dirty." Chuckling a bit, she continued the revolution. Her hand trailed around his neck. "And your body? Well, it is a fantastic piece of creation," she said, truthfully, "and so sweet a vision. And so unnatural as well. Senon, there's something not quite human about you, I can tell that much. And what is it, do tell?" She continued to observe him. Coming around to his front, she looked closely at his face. His eyes, which previously she had written off, in self-loving egotism, as brown, actually glinted red-maroon. She dropped her eyes to his mouth. Well-shaped lips covered her quarry--overdeveloped canines resided behind the sweet lips. Seeing them, she smiled. "Why, Senon, you never told me you held a touch of the Lamia."
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Post by Senon on Aug 7, 2008 23:13:35 GMT -5
Dropping hard to the floor,Senon regained himself as best he could,coughing and gagging madly as he held himself up on his hands and knees,feeling trickles of blood pour across his lips and onto the floor,more spattering the hardwood as he coughed again. His mind reeled,his chest still searing as he tried to pull in as much cool air as he could. Watching her movements as carefully as he could,he stayed on the ground for a few minutes,letting the Demoness roam,drinking and laughing as his insides melted.
Glaring up,he pulled himself to his feet,the inexplicable wind blowing his cape and hood back as he rose. Hissing quietly as he bared his fangs,his eyes flecked with what looked like dried blood set into the now maroon orbs. "What you don't know...about me...could fill volumes,Hellspawn. Make your business quick...my patience is running thin."
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Aug 7, 2008 23:22:47 GMT -5
"Oh, Senon, don't be angry. Sometimes these things have to happen. But don't worry, Little Mortal, I won't do it again soon. I promise." Disraeli smirked softly, not caring nor concerned over his feelings on the matter. Inside her, Mehran was angry.
[glow=gold,2,300]You disgusting Filth! If you lose me him as well, I will have your blood...even if I must shed my own![/glow]
"Silence, Tiny Fool." Disraeli lost the grin for a moment as she thought about the threat. However, the only way for Mehran to make good on it would be to kill herself, and the latter didn't think yet that the problem had progressed to that level. "Pardon me, Senon, I still have problems with your Mistress." She returned to the window seat, letting her trailing hand drop from his body. More things had changed about the physical appearance of the woman's body than her hair. Her hands had become more feminine and the nails stronger and longer. Her hips and curves became more defined, as well as her muscles. It was a change for the aesthetically better, honestly, but Mehran would trade it just to have control again.
Disraeli picked up the piece of paper. "I concede, if I've made my point clear enough, that you can have this." She laughed. "It means little to me anyway. I could tell you where Lilith is this very moment, and have you there in time to meet her." Another low giggle, this one more mean.
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Post by Senon on Sept 2, 2008 14:56:07 GMT -5
Blood still trickled from his lips and chin as he snatched the paper from her,tucking it safely into his cloak and hissing at her again,the droplets of blood turning black as they hit the floors and tables,his hands instinctively going for his missing daggers. Fire burned in his maroon eyes,the small red specks in his eyes swam in and out of his own vision,giving small pieces of the room a red tint.
"So this is your idea,then? Bring me to you unarmed in the name of business,to treat me like a...servant?" He drew himself up as much as he could,his dark presence filling the room as much as her own,his cape flowing back as if possessed. Gritting his teeth,his muscles spasmed as he slowly brought himself back into check,letting his cloak fall back and drag the ground,his usual slight slouch back into his spine. "You will learn,in time,I am no pawn."
Senon whirled around,an almost invisible but powerful force expanded from his cloak like a shockwave of air,pushing not only the bar from the door,but turning the doors out with a fury hard enough to splinter some of the wood and tear them off their hinges. Many cusions and pillows flew around the room,sprawling into the hallway as the Eunuch servants stopped their chores to inspect the intrusion. Slightly winded but refusing to show it,he turned.
"In fact,I hope that I and my daggers can teach you humility sometime,demon wretch. I welcome your demeanor when I am armed; I think you would bite your tongue - if only so I don't take it from you as payment."
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Sept 2, 2008 15:57:04 GMT -5
Disraeli felt the gust and laughed. "Oh, Senon, but you are a pawn, a tool for my own use. All these things are," she said, gesturing to the household at large. "It is too simple, too easy to bend you in particular to my will, as well." Truly, she had been somewhat surprised by the force of his attack. Also amazing to her was his will to hurt her. She was no stranger to the hatred of man, but she had never been willingly attacked before. The air around her grew cooler. "But perhaps you will learn your mistake in time, Tiny Mortal." She half-smiled, growing a certain fondness for this thing. "I won't kill you...for now." Unfortunately, Disraeli's fondness was as a cat's for a pet mouse, and all mice, in time, find short and unloving ends.
He turned his back to her, and instantly, she snarled. "You obivously do not learn, Mortal," she growled, raising a finger to his back and pointing. It was but a short burst, meant to garner his attention but not necessarily cause pain. "My humility will be my own to extend, and no presumtuous fool such as yourself can 'teach' me anything. And your trifling daggers cannot and will not touch my perfect skin." The Demoness rose from her position of indolent disconcern. "Now...out!" Her eyes narrowed over her green orbs, becoming glowing slits.
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