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| Ylsa | Feb 11 2015, 11:41 AM Post #1 |
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For as long as space endures/ For as long as living beings remain/ Until then may I too abide/ To dispel the misery of the world...
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The night was cold and unforgiving, ready to freeze any foolish or unlucky enough to be caught in it. The streets had been laboriously cleared of snow and it sat in drifts ten feet high on every street block, and more was falling. Cobbled stones had to be navigated over carefully: a thousand pairs of feet had trampled the thin layers of snow into ice, and while fortunate children could skate joyfully over it in the daytime older citizens cursed it, and many had already suffered broken hips or sprained wrists and ankles. It was a different world at night when there was almost no one on the street. To Ylsa's eyes, the low clouds and flakes of snow being lit by the warm glow of streetlamps were inviting and lovely. But the night brought other things with it than mysterious charm. Dark forces were at work everywhere. Her vigilance never rested. Even now strolling the streets, dressed in several layers with the wind picking up fast, she held a bowl of incense in one hand, muttering prayers and using the pneuma of her breath to blow the sacred smoke about and provide a screen against the constant lesser evils that clung to the city like a pervasive stench. Unfortunately she needed permission to use her prayer slips, and that was rarely given. So tonight her smoke and her intent were all she had. But it wouldn't be enough. Lately she had felt something greater than the wickedness of common folly at work: there was something else in Madrid, something that brought memory to her cursed hair and caused it to curl up at the ends in their familiar barbs, that made it twist into ropes as though prepared to attack or defend. The heart of Jool, however, was unfaltering. She would not be cowed by the feeling or its source. Ylsa was steadfast in her devotion and dedicated to her eternal vocation, and she had come out on this night prepared and ready to go up against any old kin that may have been lurking in the alleys or the dark places at the bottom of every mortal heart. She only hoped her feelings were wrong. |
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| Mammon | Feb 11 2015, 02:33 PM Post #2 |
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Mammon reading a book he recently brought about smoking fish, this was rather interested. He had a general idea of what and how to do it. Now that he had finished reading, he he clapped the book closed and placed it gently on the table. Mammon sat there in he's purple clothing and pointed shoes. It was to show off that he was of upper class. The clothing were long and had a yellow strap fasting on he's left and right hand side of he's shoulders. Running down towards he's collarbone of he's cloth. Despite he's occupation he kept he's fashion at a high status. He didn't want to be mistaken for some lower class scum bag or perhaps some outclass middle class, shameful bastards those males needed to be castrated for how many sins they committed. But that was all the fun. He's occupation brought a lot of coin for him. Mammon usually went to people that paid the highest for dangerous jobs. It was the best way to make coin. And with the less reduced crime rate of Sota, the Sotoans sure had it the high way in the city. Though it was different. Different parts of Soto had different people. Mammon finally rose from he's chair, and made he's way slowly towards the covered window, moving he's right hand over the cloth he would look at the snow."Balls." He said slowly."I buy the one house in the city that full of bloody snow. My bloody luck." He said and afterwards cussed many many times, some were a bit horrible and by that to much. He made he's way towards the metal hook that held he's Heavy Bear Fur coat and placed it on him, coin he wouldn't need in this situation, it was night people were sleeping and shops were sadly closed. He left he's treasury alone. Using a sword right about now he would not need, so he left that kept safe in a glass case locked, he took he's staff and took a deep breath."Guess I am traveling light and by bloody roof. Can my day get any freaking better?" He said at the end of he's sentence with a hint of light sarcasm. Reaching up towards he's balcony from the second floor of he's home. Opening the door, and he the cold chilly air hit him like a bloody arrow to the head."By the Seven Sins it bloody cold." He cussed, he took a step inside the outstide of the door. He's hands were without gloves. For some reason I always seem to forget about my gloves.. What's with me these days. He thought slowly going back inside and fetching himself a pair of gloves, putting the fur bear gloves on. Which in turn would certainly keep this giant warm. Locking the door he would climb on top of the roof. And slowly make he's way towards the edge of the roof. He's staff on he's left hand the skull of in front of the staffs end. As he looked at the distance of the next roof.. He had doubts. But hey what the hell. He took a running start and leaped, if it wasn't for how much weight, Mammon carried currently he would have made it. He hit the edge of the roof with he's head and fell right down towards the ten foot pile of snow. Sadly for him it was stone cold hard for some reason, causing him to plant he's back on the ground very hard."Fuc-" He paused himself as pain shot towards he's forehead, he was cut clean. Those wounds would heal themselves, and the cold would certainly freeze the wound before it got worst. The cold was to a point of freezing where if it lasted a long time, Humans could live for roughly Seven Hundred years before dying of old age. That was scientifically speaking. However, Mammon was not a man of science not yet that was. Technically he was science he dealt with Necromancy but that was something more complex and how science is involved is a whole different story to be explained. He finally got up, and made he's way slowly towards whatever he was he was going for. For what reason he was going there was unclear. However, as he felt on he took a step forward and lightly touched the snow with he's right foot and reverted it back wards."Not all of it is hard." Mammon frowned, clearly he didn't like the idea. So he had to take careful measures, eventually he got over the other half, and found a woman smoking, was it a pipe or something."Interesting lady." He noted. She was the only Maiden out here as far as he knew this was very interested for a woman to be at this cold whether middle of the night."So, tell me. What bothers your skin? Unfaithful husband, cursed creatures, children, less sex? Or perhaps none of the above." He asked the woman a number of questions. (TW= Trigger Warning.) Edited by Mammon, Feb 12 2015, 03:02 PM.
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| Ylsa | Feb 12 2015, 01:42 PM Post #3 |
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For as long as space endures/ For as long as living beings remain/ Until then may I too abide/ To dispel the misery of the world...
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In what had to be the most bizarre instance of meeting a dark creature in at least two lives, Ylsa had to pause as she felt the feelings of foreboding rise to an unignorable level, when her attention was drawn upwards to someone sailing between roofs, hitting themselves on another eave, and drop down onto a snowdrift. She stood staring, the bowl smoking in her hands -- unsure whether to be concerned or amused. She settled on a bit of both and made to move forward, her automatic response to go to the stranger's aid, but halted mid-step. So this is it... It was obvious now that this person was the source of the feeling of foreboding. Why, she couldn't say: but the skull staff and the intimidating posture certainly lent credence to her suspicions, and the garb spoke of an attitude of superiority, nobility. Ylsa drew the collar of her cloak closer about herself, as much for warmth as to ground herself. Like a polar opposite she was quite obviously not nobility, in fact she looked quite dull and common by comparison, with her plain grey kimono and only slightly darker grey cloak. Except for her eyes she was almost completely colourless in this lighting, looking rather like a wisp of smoke herself. His questions threw her off guard and for a moment she simply stood there blinking sluggishly. Had she been expecting him to act rather more threatening? He felt like one of the wicked creatures and people she might have latched onto so many centuries ago, but here he was brazenly walking and talking like a... well like a human being. Perhaps he was looking for victims? Unable to tell, Ylsa decided to play along and see where it went. The longer she spent distracting him, the longer she drew the night on, the less time he might have to find and harm someone. Maybe she was being over-suspicious. But after all, it was her job. "Me..? I'm afraid I have no problems with anything like that. I'm thirty and happily unmarried with no children, I live alone, and I have four cats. Does that count for anything?" She raised her chin a little haughtily, a bit bristled by the personal nature of his questions. "Why do you ask? Are you some sort of spooky matchmaker?" |
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| Mammon | Feb 12 2015, 02:38 PM Post #4 |
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Mammon looked at the feeling. She was off well something about her was off. It was the aura she gave off. Not a spiritual one but a simple vibe. None the less he listened to her. He had a nasty evil grin on his face. Oh such a creature single and unmarried? Oh he will have he's ways with her and not in a sexual manner, physical mind raping her with he's endless speech would do. They were alone, at night, not a soul but them, It was cold, and Mammon was looking for trouble. He planted he's staff on the Snow and placed both he's hands on top of the skull. He was about to be a major dickhead."Your life seems boring and dull. Perhaps you are miserable? Does having four cats make up for a lover? Or perhaps the company of four less minds fills you up with companionship and love then a mate would? You disgust me woman." He's lips curled up as he plucked them both against each other. He was going to enjoy this. Now Mammon was not looking for a fight, he was here to bring he's dickish nature into place and unspent he's annoyingly built up frustrations. From how the Gods removed him from he's Kingdom, Hell where he ruled as a Prince of Hell and govern Greed held legions of demons. Stripped by he's demonic powers and placed in a human's body, or was taken a human's appearance. To live with the less beings. Perhaps he was being a bit rude and a bit harsh? But oh well he was a demon so who cares. He used he's right hand as it quickly moved to the middle of the staff gripping it before removing he's left palm from the top of the skull. And moved closer towards her."Have you felt a man's hand before, touch, a feeling." He moved he's lips near here and winked at her, before moving towards her ear."How long have you not let your frustrations out with a mate, for you to come out in the cold." He chuckled, before moving back and pacing around her."Before you ask me, "I should ask you the same thing" Or"How about you?" Save it. I don't answer to lower filth like yourself. " He chuckled if they was a crowd he would make her cry from humiliation or he would hope too. Yes this was good Mammon was releasing all this anger on her. Though the anger was limitless from how he was angry to be away from he's home. He near behind her. As he laced he's free hand at her sides if she allowed it of course. He's lips over towards her ear."Do you feel it? How does it feel?" He said moving away and pacing around her. He was going to make her as uncomfortable as possible, Unless she enjoyed the touching and such. Although Mammon governed Greed. He was a masterful charming talker to the ladies, and he had seduced and screwed many women. This wasn't what he would call a tease or anything, if he were to tease he would leave anyone woman drooling. Edited by Mammon, Feb 12 2015, 03:01 PM.
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| Ylsa | Feb 12 2015, 03:13 PM Post #5 |
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Oh, no. Haha, no. Are you serious..? Jool had once been a master of the seduction game, and to boot Ylsa had absolutely no feelings towards sex of any kind, and so the entity's words had hardly any effect in either direction. The corners of her mouth twitched up in a smile she hadn't made in lifetimes, eyes narrowing. "So this is the game you're playing? You act quickly." Her hair bristled and wound itself, curling into barbs and hooks, rattling in its desire to grab him, crush him, cut him, but she had something now that she didn't have way back then: control. He invaded her space, touching without the slightest trace of apology or shame. She waited unmovingly until he was behind her and he placed his hands on her waist -- suddenly then the tendrils of her hair seized his wrists, barbs hooking into and under his skin, and squeezed with a strength it would have seemed impossible for such a tiny woman to possess. They pulled until his hands were away from her, then released him, and she slipped easily over the icy stone away from him. The hair raised itself like so many scorpion tails now red in places with his blood, poised and ready to strike at a moment's notice, shaking and rattling angrily, but Ylsa's face was calm, and still she smiled. "How droll. You assume to shame me for my solidarity, that I will simply crumble and weep under your words?" She covered the opening of the incense bowl with one hand, snuffing it, then scattering the ash upon the ground in front of her. As she spoke she tucked it away and laced her fingers in front of her. Smoke was not enough for this one. "You are gormlessly blunt. Why, you touch me but you haven't even bought me flowers or dinner. How dare you?" The words came flippantly, amusedly. "You do not even know my name -- nor do you know who or what I am. Your arguments and actions are weak, demon, and you assume a great deal about women." |
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| Mammon | Feb 12 2015, 03:40 PM Post #6 |
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"Perhaps?" He asked her cursorily. He's tone changed to a more calmer manner. His hands around her waist as he hair grabbed and tugged under the fur and purple cloth cutting and drilling into he's arm, forearm, and hands. Mammon bit very hard on his lip to causing bleeding on he's lip and black and blue bruising in order to transfer pain to a certain point of he's body, thus allowing him to ignore it for now. She slipped away. He giggled, clearly taken the pain quite well. For now, though he was twitching ever so slightly every now and then. "That was kinky? Care to do that again, dear?" He felt on fire, no he felt alive. Finally someone to give him a rival match in this game. Or perhaps she shall fail fall, and tremble like all of them do. "Yes I do. I expect you to do exactly that!" he chuckled as he used sarcasm in his voice. His wounds slowly healing. He giggled now as blood dripped from he's hands and arms towards the ground."You misunderstand the environment around this place? This cold would freeze my wounds, your actions are futile." He moved slowly towards her inching himself as he grinned not a fear of death or shame in he's actions or words. He's staff in he's right hand. "You a amuse me doll." He giggled, stopping a five feet away from her."Tell me, woman. Do you really think I would not be prepared in I am to be attacked? Hun, I've been around this place for a very long time. I am not a simple demon. You should respect me, filth. I am The Prince of Hell, one of them. I govern Greed.. Not any more that is, Bloody annoying Gods." He cursed, he's lips curled into a puppy dogs eyes. Before he frowned. He's forehead cut was now healed. He giggled."Well are you going to strike me? And be called a murderer? Do you have it in you to kill? Clearly you seem to be threaten by my existence in order to do me this harm? Perhaps you think my superiority over you and everyone else is harmful?" he questions her. He was a tricky one, Mammon was. One time he's good the next he's grumpy, the next he's a emiga. Perhaps this nature of he's has been one to keep him alive for so long. Once he get's he's powers, He is going to Sink Soto into the next tomorrow. This woman was of no threat against him. If she wanted to kill him she would have done so already. He grinned."I won't be fighting you hun. Lower those little harmless little hairs. You are quite an interesting spiciness." He chuckled."Or perhaps you want to talk it over dinner? I am buying, And I will certainly treat you to a nice meal, a feast! Like no other. Or perhaps you still want a flower to feel alive and happy that someone cares enough to grant you something, a gift none the less?" He chuckled yet again. |
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| Ylsa | Feb 12 2015, 05:28 PM Post #7 |
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"Oh! Woe betide me!" Ylsa lay the back of one hand upon her forehead and threw her head back, assuming an expression of complete and utter dismay. "I am trapped by a Prince of Hell! Or so he says," She lowered her hand. "It explains why you are to be so easily satisfied with such trivialities. But no -- I do not respect you." He kept going further and further. Clearly he was just out here to cause trouble, but really he picked the best person to start trouble with: Ylsa would rather it be her than someone else, though she was wary that this was in fact a demon (if not a prince as he claimed), and it needed to be dealt with with caution and some measure of patience. Her hair did not lay flat as he said it should. He was goading her, trying to get some rise out of her. She was rather offended -- but only because he thought her so weak. She shrugged her thin shoulders. "You do not look like an infernal Prince to me. In fact, other than your... outlandish attire, you do not look like much of anything. You cannot even make the jump from one roof to the next. "I don't want anything from you, actually. I've changed my mind, as women are wont to do." She couldn't help but sneer a little. "And allow me to let you in on an amusing little fact: I did not attack you. I merely removed your hands from my person. Now, have you anything of real value or weight to say to me?" |
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| Mammon | Feb 16 2015, 03:26 AM Post #8 |
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Oh this one will truly be fun to torment and mess with he drew quite closer till her was five feet away from her. He gave her an insane laugh."Oh and here I thought you were smart? And held some form of intelligence. By taken a few steps away from me. And by that I mean a lot you assured yourself that I won't harm you. Your assumption of course, or do anything else because you caused harm to me, what a petty little foolish woman you are." He placed he's blood covered hand over he's face as he scratched it by digging he's nails onto the skin and dragging them down along he's mouth, causing minor cuts that healed."You think all Princes of Hell? Need to appear normal as we Princes do? And by that I mean Monstrous evil forms that screw all women of all ages till they are broken and thrill and starve for more of out meat? That give out a lot of godly energy? You are quite wrong, little infant."Yes he called this one an infant he was far older then then looked. "We haves other forms. Human forms are another." Mammon was now just boasting.""I've Changed my mind" Oh? You were thinking of wanting something from me? Is that something, something good? Do share, little infant." He paused."Would you shut the hell up. You shallow woman. You are unmarried, live with cats, without a mate, live alone, and a stupid bitch! If what you say is true. You must be some lowly present woman whore. That is unfaithful to your lover so he left you." He chuckled and laughed in quite the evil and homicide and manically manner. He did want to point out something she was not stupid at all. In fact Mammon was surprised at how intelligent she was not many were as smart as her. However, Mammon was trying to get a raise from her, get her to do something stupid. So if she choose to strike he would allow her. Though he would sacrifice pain just to take a point blank shot. He's wounds on he's arms slowly healing, it was just a matter of time. They were in the middle of Madrid. She would do well to remember to not make enough noise or attack so openly in front of an open pubic area. There were patrols and guards around. He drew closer till he was two feet away from her."Let me tell you my story, Infant." He told her."I ruled Hell in my Kingdom. I governed Greed, fought Archangels, angels, And other demons alike, including the devil himself. Eventually the Gods choose to punish me. So they send me to the living realm with my powers Stripped from me. All my demonic powers gone. For now that is." he told her slowly. |
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| Ylsa | Feb 16 2015, 01:40 PM Post #9 |
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The demon went on, and Ylsa waited and listened -- to a point. She had heard it all before: it seemed demonic entities had one script, that there were only very slight variations. You're worthless, you're foolish, you're this and that, blahhh... Whether or not their observations or proposed facts were founded was of little consequence. They wanted anger and retaliation. This one was obtrusive and persistent, which led her to believe perhaps that he was desperate for attention and reactions, or maybe old habits just died really hard. When he called her a whore though, she laughed in genuine amusement, and had to cover her mouth to stifle it. Had he been talking to Elsing? The butcher was convinced the same thing, seeing as she frequently took strangers to her home, had very little income and yet somehow still managed to buy meat at least once a week. That much didn't bother her, nor did the dig about some lover having left her. She had no lovers -- she didn't want one, anyway. She had other priorities, but she wasn't about to share with this creature. To do so would be like throwing water on a grease fire. No, something fluffy and powdery was the only way to go. "Let me tell you my story, Infant." "Oh?" Listening was one thing she thought she was quite good at, and this was an unexpected turn of events. Demons liked to show off and confuse mortals, make them question themselves, but never in all her lives had she heard one tell their own story. Dare she think perhaps that this one had feelings..? That he needed to get this off his chest? As he went on, Ylsa began to feel that there was more to him than she had initially given him credit for. "So you were stripped of your title and powers," Did he realize that he had just given her a very powerful weapon with this knowledge..? It had to be a trick. She carefully kept all emotion from her expressions. "That is unfortunate. Life here in Mundus can be rough, particularly if you've been given a mortal form. You must feel terribly miffed about it. I suppose you want to rebuild yourself, reclaim your throne, maybe exact revenge? Assuming this is all true, how in Heaven's--" She stopped, smiled coyly. "Sorry. How in Hell's name do you hope to accomplish this?" Edited by Ylsa, Feb 16 2015, 01:41 PM.
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| Mammon | Feb 17 2015, 07:21 PM Post #10 |
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Mammon glared at her. She showed some form of Sympathetic nature. Haha, if he only brought it. Though he sudden change of heart in terms of voice and the way she spoke was different then four minutes ago."Tell me." He said. He knew full well that had given her a very powerful part of information to use against him if she so choose too. He sighed. Moving closer now standing few inches from her."You are truly an interesting creature. If I may say." He told her. He moved he's right hand in attempt to gently cup her chin if she so allowed him."Are you being sarcastic? Your concern for me? Is it real? Perhaps you are attempting to fool a Prince Of Hell, with your sympathy? Or is it false?" He said he knew full well if she wanted to, she can easily strike him in point blank range. He choose to chance it. Whether this would end in he's favor or badly for him was yet to be seen. Looking into her eyes. "Just a few minutes ago, you stuck me? You felt several emotions once I placed my hands on your tiny little form. Yet it was smooth and the texture of your clothing that cling to that waist of yous was truly exquisite and amazing feeling." He paused as he gained he's breath."You know show some form of false of a caring nature, sympathy, concern, and desire for something else? Or do I mistake your false concern for something truly else?" He asked her slowly. He was not sure whether or not she was being true with her words, or this false care was what she meant to attempt to confuse him. So he choose to take a different approach and attempt to show some form of loving and liking nature of care. He's eyes met hers. "How do I attempt to accomplish such fits? You ask me? Well, artifacts can be a start. Finding enough and using them to seek the gods by trapping them and stealing their powers. Then granting myself my own power. Restoring my demonic nature and wiping the gods out with My power and the powers of theirs. Then ruling hell on my own by. Enslaving the other Princes of Hell. And the Devil himself." He told her. |
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| Ylsa | Feb 17 2015, 10:07 PM Post #11 |
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Ah, so he did play the game, and he played it pretty well, matching her change of pace. "....mm, not entirely." She shrugged and made a so-so gesture with one hand, smiling a little. As a matter of fact she did understand the predicament to a point: she too had been made mortal against her consent, but unlike this one she had been made so and cleansed of proper memory of her time beforehand, having to learn all about herself from scratch. That, she reckoned, had to have been slightly more confusing. After all, at least this one didn't seem to be having any existential crises. He was knowingly being a jerk, but really he was a demon and was just doing his job. Currently he wasn't threatening anyone directly (except maybe herself) but he was also palpably dangerous, and Ylsa knew when she wasn't up to a challenge. Regrettable, really. "I do understand the difficulty of adjusting to a brand new life. I know that very well. However, from the sounds of it you did have this coming." She leaned her head back slightly and used the tips of her fingers to push his wrist down away from her. "Excuse me. Personal space." She listened and raised her eyebrows again, snorting a little. "Well I'm glad someone enjoyed that bit of contact. But no means no, not that you seem to care." He went on and it became apparent that he did have some sort of plan. Who knew if it would pan out. She used the bit of space she had taken back to withdraw her pipe and some herb from her satchel, filling the bowl and lighting it while he spoke. "Hm. A long road ahead of you, then. Things are different here on the mortal plane, though. If you try a little less hard you may find your endeavours earn a little more success. Mind if I smoke?" Whether or not he cared -- she guessed not -- she puffed and turned to walk along down the street, assuming he would join her. He seemed on that kind of mission. "But don't worry, even if you die of old age... Or sickness, or if you have an accident or someone kills you... You'll likely be back. Though your life here may not always agree with you. By the by, my name is Ylsabet Troy, if you care at all to know." |
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| Mammon | Feb 18 2015, 05:38 AM Post #12 |
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Smiling as she took he's hand from her chin before it reached."Fair enough, love." He said slowly. Oh so she understand how it was like? Really? How to live in this mortal body, how to deal with this sheer bull crap that this mortal realm held. So many little things that just pissed Mammon off. The way they thought about things and moved. He bloody ucked him every one bit. The very fiber of he's body would go in flame if he still had he's demonic abilities."You don't understand." He said harshly. If he did not find her interesting she would be dead. She should be honored to be found interesting by such an Archdemon of Mammon's standards."You don't understand that now I have to eat, drink, bath, sleep, and work. For things that before I did not have to do these things." He said slowly. "You don't understand that people in this living realm. Simple have a death wish. In the way they presented themselves to other people. To sheer disrespect and cockiness." Now Mammon was just being hypocritical but for a good reason. "You don't under when I had my abilities, I had the ability to destroy realms, rival the gods in power. Create, destroy, smite things, and do magic to a Godly level. Now this power is gone, and I am but a mer man." He said slowly."You don't understand, the level of hate I have for the gods, humans, mortals, and other beings that are of not of my race. You simply don't understand my type of suffering." He told her slowly. "I don't mind if you smoke." He told her slowly. As he would join her and walk along side of her. He narrowed he's eyes. The dying of old age, sickness, or accident made him a bit unnerved and pissed off as well as moody."That's unlikely, I am fully able to defend myself. Trust me, woman." He said as she gave her name. He decided it was only fair to give her his.'Mammon." He said right after she stated her name. He's wounds from her attack now completely healed. He looked at the attack that was inflicted into his arms, hands, forearms, fingers, and wrists. "All Better." He said. "Tell me are you poor? Right? Because I can treat you to a fancy dinner if you would like dear?" He asked her slowly. |
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| Ylsa | Feb 19 2015, 03:05 PM Post #13 |
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Eating, sleeping... Yes, all those things were indeed necessary. "Oh cheer up, after a while those things become second nature. You may even learn to enjoy them. Personally I think sleeping is an excellent luxury, time well-spent." He continued, but she simply nodded, puffing her pipe patiently. Really she shouldn't have expected any less self-indulgence from a prince of Greed. When a personification of such a thing as Greed didn't get what it wanted, it literally had nothing to define itself. It went from a vice to a paradox. She might have felt sorrier for him if he wasn't so irritating. "Yes yes, poor you, you're so hard done by. I'm sure the starving orphans in Ashoka are starting a charity for you." She spared his healed wrists a glance, and at the sight of them being unmarred her hair rattled a little again. In the scant few moments after he asked her to dinner -- offered, actually, she was pretty sure diabolical princes didn't ask anything of anyone -- she weighed her options in her head. On one hand if she refused he might wander off to cause some other poor soul grief, worse than her. On the other if she took him up on it she might end up owing him something and owing a demon was never good. Then again, Ylsa did whatever she wanted, because she wanted, and bugger the rules. She wouldn't owe him anything if she didn't want to. She cast him a sidelong glance and blew a column of smoke through a small smile. "That depends. Will I have to listen to you gripe more?" In spite of herself she patted his arm. "Listen, if you stop calling me by terms of endearment -- all this 'dear' nonsense -- I'll consent. Unless you planned to force me to go with you, at which point I might start to pity your desperation." |
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| Mammon | Feb 19 2015, 04:06 PM Post #14 |
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He glanced over to her. Smiling."Because sarcasm is always the way to go with things?" He noted and gave her a gentle smiling. He looked at her oddly. Before smiling."You would pass a fine feast like you never had before? I will ensure you. Have nothing to worry about." It's not like he was going to eat her. he found this little tiny doll with her cute body frame. Quite interesting. He chuckled."I won't force you. It's your choice. Due if you don't want to have a chance at a fine dinner. Then you can leave. After we have our little conversation of course. Though the next person I meet would die and be used as dog corpse eating. I heard the Hellhounds are amazing good at eating flesh." He joked. For some reason he found this woman's company very enjoyable. He stopped as he spoke. "Ylsabet? Dearly, what do you say? Do you want to go? I would really enjoy for you to join me for dinner." He said in the most delighted tone he could. Though he found this little gentle and calm tone hateful and disgusting. Moving towards her as he joined."Sleeping sucks. When I was in my realm. I did not have to sleep. All I did was kill and influence my reign over people. Now it requires me to sleep. Which is rather sad. These people should all be enslaved and be ruled, screwed, tortured, etc. At my disclosure and pleasure. But no these mortals live theirs lives till they die of old age or killed off. If I had my powers." he paused as he said those words in delight."They would all be enslaved, and all who wanted to join. Would be in my loyal and amazingly big Army." He said calmly. "What is your opinion in the matter?" He asked her slowly. Wondering her point of you. Not that he much cared. Though still having some form of interest in her views. |
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| Ylsa | Feb 20 2015, 01:28 PM Post #15 |
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"Thank you for the delightful mental imagery." Hellhounds, huh..? In a way though Ylsa was glad he had confessed this little bit to her: now, whether or not she actually took him up on his offer, she knew how this little interaction was going to end. It may have been a bit sneaky, but hey, he was doing his job, and so was she. But not quite yet. Acting too quickly would leave her probably as one of the people being fed to hounds, and she wasn't quite ready to leave this life yet. Her thoughts turned unbidden to Baqi, walking into the empty house down in the ravine after a long trek from Ashoka and waiting and waiting for her to return, not knowing that she never would. She swallowed a painful lump in her throat. No, she couldn't think about that, and she wouldn't risk it. "Let's keep walking, there's a lovely restaurant over this way a few blocks, and I'll think about it. I might need more smoke if I'm going to have to watch you eat." A grin crossed her features. "I know how terribly painful it must be for you to act so courteous." So, he wanted an army, huh. Ylsa shrugged her narrow shoulders and took another drag of her pipe, before offering it to Mammon. "My opinion? I know for a fact that the unwilling make very poor soldiers, they'll be rushing headlong into the fray of your many enemies for release. They'll be trouble, and whatever you do to quell that trouble will only make them less proficient. And frankly, doing nothing but killing and causing harm to people sounds grating to me. But, I have developed my nature to be very different from those things, so there's bound to be disagreements between such people as you and I. Haven't you ever wanted to try something different?" |
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| Mammon | Feb 20 2015, 04:04 PM Post #16 |
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He smiled."You are most welcome dear." He told her slowly. Though it was mostly sarcasm to her. He was sure she would take no offense to him. Such an interesting creature she was. Oh yes this lovely woman was. The way she carried herself. Perhaps he was seeing a little devil inside of her. Maybe a twin. He looked at her and raised a brow."Funny... It's the middle of the night.. Not to mentioned most stores are closed? You expect me to carry coin. In this whether and condition in the middle of the Night? You are clearly insane or just disillusion." Though he's comments were rude and uncalled for. He did not mean for her to take offense to them. It's just the only way he knew how to express he's feeling in this manner. He shook he's head lightly.. "I reckon anyone makes good seafood and meat like I do.. As much as I hate people knowing where I live because I con-" He quickly cut he's statement. He was going to say."Because I conduit my experiments there." But choose to quickly cut that bit off. Before she managed to pick up on it. "It's just people knowing where I live. Will cause problems. However, for you.. I'll make a total exception.." He paused thinking through. Why was he so nice to her. He felt disgusted and sickened by the nature of kindness he was showing. It was driven him insane. He took a hit of the pipe. As he inhaled it and slowly exhaled the smoke."Interesting.. What is the herb?" He asked. Mammon didn't quite care if she attempted to drug him. His life was meaningless, in this living world. With the exception of killing the Gods that put him in this for saken bloody realm. "Tried something different?" He chuckled."Perhaps, if you count countless shady operations of murder. And killing children for high paying coin. Without feeling a thing. Perhaps you can say that's different. But other then that.. No. I Have not." He stated."Yourself?" He asked her calmly. Why was Mammon being so open with her? It was strange how she easily brought this side of Mammon. This gentle and caring side. Perhaps this human body did grow on him over the past thirty something years. Damn these feelings all to bloody hell. |
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| Ylsa | Feb 20 2015, 04:52 PM Post #17 |
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Bah, he was still calling her dear... Oh well: you couldn't have everything. A laugh escaped her. "Well this is Madrid, there are a few places that are open all night. I suppose I did assume you might be carrying coin -- my apologies. You're just so... well-dressed, and in the colors of royalty that so befits you, I might add. Besides which you just don't strike me as the cooking type." He dropped off mid-sentence but skilfully caught himself and continued. An eyebrow quirked. She couldn't really figure out what he had been about to say, and wasn't sure she even wanted to know. Furthermore it was his own house -- his home base -- that he was inviting her to, and that alone set off every red flag in her mind. She took her pipe back and returned to her former standoffishness. To go into the home of a demon was like sticking your head between the jaws of an alligator: it was dangerous and just plain stupid. "I'm afraid though that I must decline your offer now. I'm uncomfortable with the idea of sitting in your home, and no amount of reassurance can change my mind. I don't suppose you understand... or maybe you do." It was hard to say -- it would be like a yokai coming into her own house knowing she was an exorcist. It wasn't like she wasn't sure of her own abilities, she was very sure of them, but she also knew when not to try and test them. If she were to get on this Mammon's bad side or get underneath his feet he would probably stop at nothing to trample her. Of course, she planned on vexing him when they parted ways... And she wasn't sure how that would end up. But she couldn't just do nothing, not when there was evil in her territory. Yes, he had found himself on her turf, and she wasn't going to leave to where she would be at a disadvantage. All pleasantries aside, they were opposing forces in a greater battle, and Ylsa's Work always came first. |
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| Mammon | Feb 20 2015, 05:43 PM Post #18 |
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Looking at her. He gave her another warm smile."I understand. Because I am a big bad demon. You fear me. I get it. Truly, I do; Dearly." He chuckled. He would then shake he's head and would slowly look at her and speak."I Have an idea. Perhaps, I can Get coin from my house? And we can head out for a restaurant. I would love to treat you." He told her slowly."You truly have such wonderful assumption. Because I wear fancy clothing, dress nice, and am a Demonic Royalty. People assume I have coin everywhere I go. What is this world coming too." He told her slowly. Shaking he's head. "And because I am a Noble, I can't cook?" He sighed slowly. He would raise an eyebrow as he looked at her body then face."There is a reason why I don't have servants. Because I find Mortals disgusting." It was a lie he found mortals interesting and Flawed. They were meant to be enslaved and used as slaves. For demonic cattle and then twisted and breed ed into hybrid abomination. This woman was oddly strange making such petty assumptions. People wear fancy clothing. That means they can't cook? What? No. Just no. However it was true that Nobles usually had servants, to have them made food and other things. But not in Mammon's case. "I'll tell you what. You tell me the location of this Inn. I will meet you there Once I have returned from home, with coin. And I shall treat you? Does that sound a tad bit more fair and more reasonable then me attempting to convince you to come over to my place?" He asked her in a curiously manner. Hoping this was by far the most reasonable offer. He could come off with. Off the top of he's head. Perhaps she would be more inclined to accept it. Worst comes to worst, she would simply say no. And he would go off bugger another civilian. |
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| Ylsa | Mar 5 2015, 02:08 PM Post #19 |
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"Because I am a big bad demon." "Well, yes." Ylsa assented easily. That was indeed the reason and she didn't think herself at all cowardly or mad to feel that way, nor should anyone. It was only logical. He went on and she agreed again. "And yes, that is the general conclusion people come to. I apologize for my assumptions, though I do not retract my suspicions." Though she still thought he didn't seem like the type to cook. It was more in his mannerisms than anything else, but it wasn't worth getting hung up on or feeling guilty about. He seemed to genuinely want to spend what was left of the night with her (she repressed a shudder, both at the insinuations of that thought and the prospect of those insinuations involving an evil creature), and anyone else she would have gently but firmly rejected. Well... except for maybe.... but, he was likely in Eldahar again, and thinking about him would put her in a terribly sentimental frame of mind, and that simply wouldn't do in this situation, with this demon. Perhaps if she consented to have dinner with Mammon she could learn a little more about him -- just as he seemed determined to know more about her. The question was, who would get the upper hand first? Maybe she was being too critical, too zealous... but after all, this was war. The game was on. "All right," She nodded. "You're being very generous, though I don't suppose it's out of the goodness of your heart. On High Street, at its westmost, there is a fountain surrounded by four lanterns. Above this fountain is a set of stairs that lead up to the door of the inn: it's called the Wisteria." A smile crossed her features. "I suppose I'll see you there shortly, then." Edited by Ylsa, Mar 5 2015, 04:16 PM.
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| Mammon | Mar 6 2015, 11:08 AM Post #20 |
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Mammon smiled at her. By far he found her the most interesting woman he had met in all his years in this living plan in this mortal body. He found something to feel for. It was a slight emotion he just recently gained. Slight.. He felt odd and weird. And no it was not true love. It was as if her affections has aroused or attracted him in some form of way. Perhaps it was her her hair long, her amazing lean and thin tiny body, her amazing good looking face, or her personality. Perhaps it was all of the above. He personal didn't mind spending the rest of the night with her. In fact he was more inclined to get to know her more. Mammon had a dark past, a very dark one. He had done things mortals will never do. He felt like sharing these things. However, he did not know how she would justify the things he would tell her. Perhaps she would call him a monster? Well that he was. No he was not a monster. He was far far worst then one. Perhaps, he was the devil himself. Who knew? His eyes looked at Ylsa and gave her a warm smile." Perhaps, I am being to kind, perhaps I am just seeking company of a woman. whom would hear my tales as a once Sinister and Evil Archdemon whom ruled all. To a broken mortal man with problems, who's aging as we speak, or perhaps other ulterior motives. Who knows?" He smiled at he, as he chuckled as she finished as went to his home, He waved her a far well. Once he returned his house, He placed his staff in a locked case, took out his sword and placed it on his left hand side of his waist strapped it around his waist with a belt, to hold the sheathe together that held the elven blade inside. He took three coin purses one that contained Five thousand Gold Sotoan coins. he was going to give her this gift. She seemed poor, So this should be enough to cover more then a years worth of food and other things. A Coin purse of one Thousand Sotoan gold coins, and Two hundred Sotoan gold coins for himself and ale and mead, he placed them on his lower back behind his lower back and made his way to the location she was at. Once arrived her went directly as she instanced and scanned the area for her. Looking for her to be sitted somewhere at a table.. Of sorts. He looked around once more. he was to deep in thoughts. He was going waste five thousand gold of his own personal funds he had done and earned over one woman. Mammon must be getting thirsty for her. Or perhaps he wanted to be kind. Or was trying to test the woman or do something else. The nature at was Mammon was doing was clearly unclear or it's methods. |
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| Ylsa | Mar 21 2015, 12:49 PM Post #21 |
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They parted ways, and Ylsa assumed a calm stride across the icy cobbled stones toward High Street, pulling her scarf closer about her neck. The ends of her hair reached out, testing the air, feeling for the bristling life signature of Mammon. When she was sure he was gone, out of sight and feeling, she ducked into an alleyway with rather more purpose, tugging around her satchel as she did so. Due to the manner in which this evening had started, having felt the sensations early and having equipped herself to such a purpose, Ylsa was prepared. From the unassuming satchel appeared a thin kind of folder, and a small, long box wherein sat her calligraphy brush and ink. Quickly she crouched down and, looking about to make sure she wasn't being watched, she produced a narrow sheaf of paper from the folder and set it flat atop it. Out came the brush, then the powdered ink. She reached for some snow to melt and use to wet the ink, when she noticed a very disturbing, and for her uncommon, phenomenon. Her hand was shaking. For several long moments she held her hand outstretched as it was, contemplating this. She was nervous. Apprehensive, even. But why..? She had done this a thousand times, in this life and many others, and never before had she felt quite this anxious about writing a prayer slip and applying it to a quarry. Was it because of his apparent identity? His dormant power? Did she, perhaps, feel badly, as he had given her no direct cause to retaliate in such a manner..? "No, no, this isn't right..." She whispered to herself, brow furrowed. She clenched the shaking hand. It was wrong: she was an exorcist! This was her divinely ordered duty! It was wrong for her to feel any kind of trepidation about it, no matter what or who these demons were... But even as she thought, she knew she was wrong to feel so narrow-minded. Ylsabet Troy never faltered in her Work, but she also knew when she wasn't up to a challenge. This, perhaps, was beyond the scope of her skill: she couldn't do everything alone. Yet now, here, she was alone. Alone and very, very vulnerable. At her core Jool hissed and bristled with such ideas of personal weakness. Her elitism could not accept this, not the way she was wording it to herself. Her thoughts turned to her conversation with Glede so many weeks ago, and it occurred freshly to her the pain of indecision and confusion about ethics and duty. In the end, she decided to just go ahead with this part of her plan: if things turned out differently she could certainly change her mind and burn the slip and its enchantment. She took a few moments to breathe deeply and clear her mind before wetting the ink, and set about the graceful brushwork. A few ancient Daroan characters were inscribed by her skilled, now-steady hand. It was a generic prayer designed to encumber and inhibit the basic powers of a demonic being. She would not apply it until and unless she was certain of Mammon and his intentions. Even if he was (apparently) kind to her, she had long ago sworn to protect the people of Madrid from his ilk to the best of her ability -- to retract that oath on the grounds of mere personal acquaintance would be selfish. Ylsa tucked her tools and parchment away. As she stood, she rolled up the prayer slip and held it up, at which point her hair took hold of it and enveloped it, twisting itself up into a classic Daroan style that concealed the parchment completely from view. Her work -- for the moment -- concluded, and she went along her way to their proposed meeting place, and waited for Mammon inside. The game was afoot. That, and she was kind of hungry. He would find her just inside the entrance, having shed her coat, unmistakable in a plain grey kimono, glad she was wearing something modest: he'd been gross enough in his initial meeting with her. People ogling each other was fine, but anyone ogling her just made her feel nasty. She smiled in greeting. "Welcome to the Wisteria." The place wasn't terribly busy at the moment, mostly just quiet groups of young scholars exchanging intellectualisms, or couples hoping for a bit of privacy off to the side. "It's a bit of a gathering place for people who don't particularly enjoy the noise or atmosphere of the generic tavern or bar. Seeing as you're buying, why don't you choose the seating?" |
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