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Lusifah recovered from his shock and smirked. "A boy and a toy dragon. What a pair you two make. Equally pathetic to think you stand a chance against me when I killed you both before."

Fire began to burn in golden eyes, staining them red. "I'll destroy you," Astaroth promised.

For the first time, Lusifah became deadly serious. His true voice was cold and empty. "You'll die as easily as before, Yan Lao. You think I didn't check?" He nodded towards the shadows.

From the edges of the hall, the four shadowy figures emerged to form a loose circle around the other fa'e. Lusifah had nodded towards a blindfolded demon with pale hair.

Astaroth recognised all four demons - the high Generals of Hell. He was particularly worried about Lusifah's confidence in regards to the blindfolded demon. Az could see the future - and had never been wrong.

As Lusifah and Astaroth began to circle one another, the four Generals picked out a fa'e each to face off against. Luckily for them, the only objective so far was to prevent them from escaping or interfering with the main battle.

The Generals wouldn't be out for the kill until Lusifah won.




Az (For Nyoka)
Forteller – Blind demon, Prophet

Az is the highest of psychic demons and has the ability to see the future. This happens in a variety of manners - he can always see what is about to happen to him a second or two into the future, he can divine the futures of individuals on request (if they are physically present) and on rare occasions is struck by prophecy.

Even without his fortune-telling, his can depend on his other four senses which are all enhanced. Az has other minor powers, but they are mostly defensive in nature - barriers, minor illusions and the like.

Az covers his eyes with a white blindfold. His hair is pale violet and cut in a fairly short, spiky style. His skin is average Caucasian in tone. His ears are slightly pointed, but other than that he appears human.



Lilith (For Silver)
Succubus – One of Hell’s Generals

The self-titled Princess of Hell, Lilith is the first and most powerful succubus. Unlike most others, she can siphon energy from any emotion any other (weaker) person has – normal succubi and incubi are dependant on the opposite sex, or at least sexual attraction. She has powers of mind control, raw energy, flight and incredibly fast healing.

Lilith is the sort who takes care of herself first and foremost – though mostly because she otherwise tends to go with the flow. She’s not the most powerful of the Generals, or the most feared, but likes her current place and is willing to listen to those she knows are her superior. Devious in battle, she’s one of the nicer demons to encounter as an ally.

Lilith’s skin is deathly pale, contrasting with fever-bright emerald eyes and dark auburn hair. Of all the generals, she’s the only one to have the standard black demon-bat wings. She doesn’t have talons, but her nails are longer than usual and naturally blood red in colour.



Samael (For Yin)
(Former) Angel of Death, Prince of Air

Better known by his former title than his name, Samael was in actuality no longer the Angel of Death after his fall. His reputation and experience stuck however, so he is often still known by this title. His existence is closely guarded – most think the ex-Angel of Death is merely a myth.

He is a master at all forms of killing. He has an affinity for the element, so chance often takes his side and provides opportunities where his opponents are easier to kill. It is rumoured that he himself cannot die. Samael loves battles and killing above all else, so is generally kept on a short leash. He prefers Close combat with weapons, but has some other powers at his disposal, too. A true warrior, he isn’t dependant on sight – he can fight just as well with only his hearing and demon senses.

Samael is pale skinned with inverted red-black eyes (like Gambit, yoh) and sky blue hair. He has the stereotypical demon-bat wings, but they are pale grey and rather translucent in appearance. Blood-red tattoos can be found on the right side of his face and on his arms.



Beelzebub (For Mordath)
2nd in Command – The One Winged Angel, Prince of Demons, Lord of the Flies

Beelzebub is one of Hell’s most well-known figures. The perfect warrior, he is immensely powerful but lacks the desire to rule, preferring to take orders. For this reason, he was often sent into the human realm on behalf of the various Kings. It is unknown if Beelzebub has any skills as a warrior – no one has ever survived or tested his magicks long enough to find out.

He has served several masters, such as Lusifah and Yan Lao. Thanks to his power and disposition, he is always 2nd in command of Hell. Kings may come and go, but Beelzebub always remains.

Thanks to his one perfect angel wing, he is known as the One Winged Angel. The second was lost in his fall from Heaven. Although it isn’t obvious at first, his second wing has been replaced with nearly-translucent insect wings. Brown skinned with bottle green hair, he prefers to display talons rather than hands and has curving ram horns on either side of his face.



Okay, everyone make one long battle post with your respective demon. You will be RPing them along with your fa'e. Please be realistic. The fa'e would be a match for them in power if they were at adult or elder level. At this stage, have fun with a good battle, but you won't be easily kicking their butts.

No killing under any means. These demons still have purpose, even if the fa'e were strong enough to off them.

Okay, you have about 24 hours to do your battle post (you can take more than one post if it goes for too long to fit in one post). After that, main action will continue and the option for battle will be gone. If you miss it, you miss it. Sorry, but now that we're all on deadlines...

Kamiki's Partner

Winter Trash

*Mordath stiffens as his age is insulted, a dark smile crossing his lips as he gets a dark satisfaction as he knows that his age comes in useful for one thing - forcing his opponents to underestimate him. Let him do so.... it would cause him to make mistakes.

However, the more he spoke, the more worried Mordath grew - what were they thinking?! This wasn't some challenger - some other Fa'e or even mortal wizard... this was the proverbial "Devil" - the rules of Hell itself... The more he listened the more pieces seemed to be falling into place - Astaroth had had that prestidigious position before.... and been defeated - in his prime! - by this fallen angel.... now he was back - as a child without even his full set of memories - and he must have had the full hosts of Hell to back him then...

But... this time he was there... Mordath tried to reassure himself - HIM, once Lanuccus - the would-be ruler of the Unseelie... would be the thought drills... he failed then.... But... why were they here - in general - breezing through the years at a breakneck pace - aging so quickly... there had to be a reason they were all of them reincarnated at the same time -and growing so fast - were they needed for something? To do some great deed in such a hurry that their growth was being expedited...? Might.. this have something to do with it? But... then this was only a small handful of all the Fa'e.... perhaps this was part of the steps - they all had their pasts... most of them unfinished business - Morion and Purr had freed Morion's people from anouther 2000 years of being unable to be reborn... Astaroth... was trying to seize Hell itself...?!... and him... what of him? Perhaps he was to try to succeed where he had failed before? The puzzle pieces were there, but it was like reading a book - only able to get the pieces the others had... perhaps.... things he might learn here might help him unlock those memories so cruelly locked from him... who had done such a thing?!

As he fumed, thinking, he turned that hatred and bitterness to this being before him. He had his position, his memories - his long lifetime behind him. He had apparently stolen Astaroth's - the one behind his death, and thus his reincarnation.

*Mordath surveyed the surroundings, weighing Astaroth's words* Indeed... Ths is not like the stories I had heard... entry was quite simple... even for "children" such as ourselves... and your pride yourself in this realm? Ha! It was more difficult entering a living wizard's sanctum. *Mordath's tone turned patronizing* Perhaps this is a cry for help - you were kicked out of your home according to Legend - placed in this infernal pit... I suppose perhaps you -want- the original owner to reclaim it - free you from this position. I would imagine that torturing souls day in and day out - stuck in the realm - would get rather dry.. *mordath wipes his nails on his robes*

*Mordath looked up, quirked an eyebrow as the statue came to life, and the small dragon bounded to his master, and then looked as the figures began to emerge - the dark skinned man who approached opposite him with a confident look. Carefully he shows no fear, speaking softly and steadily again* Well... aren't you a piece of work... And I suppose that you have come to "stop me". *snorts* Why do you even bother? *he glanced to "Lusifah" - following his orders... from my knowledge this realm is confined to itself - I suppose that your primary duty is to protect him. What a lovely existance. *meanwhile, Mordath is raising some wards quietly - mainly protective and shielding, but prefers to see if he can negotiate and get inside this ones' head* For a being of your apparent imposingness - I would think that bodyguard duty for an individual would be a waste. Especially considering that you have everything tied to one man - What then, I wonder would happen if a force stronger than us were to come and get past you, or if one of my allies were to finish the job while you keep me distracted - and thus I you....? Where would ~that~ leave you?

((Mordath doesn't know who this is or much demonology - this doesn't know Beelzebub's role - he's making guesses trying to draw out the truth. Erk... just read instructions... would it be possible to make a few posts...? >.> - for reference, I know that Anya I think is planning for the prom to be the weekend after July 4th weekend instead of that one - if not I can edit this post and make it much longer and describe a battle smile ))
Reply for Beelzebub at Mordath's request. Everyone else, feel free to RP your General in a suitably IC way.


Beelzebub remained impassive through the boy's rant. If it wasn't for the wards he could sense being raised, he would be tempted to think the teen was an idiot, trying to bait a demon of untold age.

At the mention of being a bodyguard, he couldn't help a touch of slight contempt enter his eyes. "If you want to see a bodyguard," he spoke with a gravelly voice, "then you need look no further than Baal."

Stretching both wings, Beelzebub gave a small smile. "Where would Lusifah's death leave me? In the same place Yan Lao's left me - where I always am. Kings may come and go but Beelzebub is always second in command.

"... And you're going to want stronger wards than that," he advised idly.
Silver snarls a little at the creature that faces off against him. What the hell was she? Ah well, She would soon be hurt. Silver grabbed his sword, leaping at the creature, trying to slash at her.

Lilith just smiled, lifting into the air, feeding on the rage flowing from this one. He would be great sport to pass the time. "So little boy, what are you going to do now?" Lilith flited from side to side, making lazy swipes at silver, taunting him more.

Silver just lets out a growl, his sword shifting to the kasuri gama again. He sends the sickle slashing up at lilith.

Lilith dodges to one side, though she takes a small cut on the membrane of one wing. So the pup had some tricks up his sleaves afterall. Still, it wasn't enough to get her. He was feeding her too much power. She sends a couple swear words his way, a taunting him, sending a few bolts of energy his way to sting him.

Silver grunts in pain, and holds up his right hand, the rune glowing on it, and then grips his sword, which forms into a naginata, which he uses to thrust up at Lilith, hoping to keep her to busy to throw any more of those energy bolts, his skin rippling with suppressed change.

Lilith flitted from side to side to dodge the thrust, continuing to feed off of the pup's feelings, though there was something strange about them now. They were getting less and less, as if he was locking them away. But that couldn't be.

Silver exploded into his battle form, leaping up at Lilith, seizing onto her with talons, gnawing on one arm

Lilith screamed a bit, and flitted away, healing as she goes, swearing up a storm. Damn were had supprised her. Well, it wouldn't happen again. She flitted around, pounding on him when his back was turned, and flitting away before he could respond.
Nyoka watches as the blind-folded demon steps toward her. She is curious about him, as she knows nothing of demonology herself. Who was this?

Well, I know petrifying him won't happen, he can't even look at me, she thinks. She sighs, and nervously takes her bow out. She grabs an arrow quickly, aims and fires, in one movement.

Az steps easily out of the way, a small smile teasing at his lips.

Nyoka blinks, suprised. She goes to shoot him again, five arrows in rapid succession, but Az doges them all, the same smile teasing his lips.

"You're going to have to do better than that, Nyoka," Az says, his voice low and deep.

Nyoka blinks, wondering how he knew her name, but does not have time to think on it.

Quicker than she would have expected, and a lot more gracefully, he aims a fist at her stomach.

She barely has time to drop her bow and hold up her claws as the fist connects. She doubles over, gasping for breath, tears stinging her eyes. But, she did manage to hit him with her claws. She can see his blood on them through her tears, and slash marks on his lower thigh.

Suddenly, Az doesn't look so happy anymore. She had caught him off-guard. It wouldn't happen again.

While she is still trying to catch her breath, he comes at her again, this time with his foot aimed at her head.

She manages to duck, and roll a little out of the way, but Az grabs her tail, holding her off the ground with his strength.

Without legs to kick at him with, Nyoka sees no way of escape. She says two words in her head, and one of her arrows flies to her. Once she catches it, she holds it in her fist and, intending you use it as a dagger, aims for his fist.

Az drops Nyoka, and her arm makes a violent arch, but only cuts through air. She hits thr ground on her back, blinking again, losing her air again.

Az tilts his head down to her, and Nyoka supposes he is kind of looking at her. The smile is on his lips again.

That's it, I'm going to die down here, she thinks.

Almost as if he heard her, Az's smile widens, and he gives her a small nod.

Her eyes widen in horror, and she just sits there, watching.

Kamiki's Partner

Winter Trash

*Mordath was breathing heavily, strengthening the wards and trying to delay this demon long enough to prepare himself for confrontation -desperately trying to hide his fear - facing a -demon- the apparent right hand man of every ruler of hell.... while he might have been a great mage in his day.... he was still trying to get back up to speed... how could they hope to win? Mordath began to feel a chill creep down his spine as the thought that they might all die down here entered his mind... never seeing his father again, Raeith or PurrPurr... or the vague note he left Sabin in hopes to not worry him. Had all of his study been for naught? All of his strain to try to remember himSelf? A boiling anger grew inside - a defiance- he would not face death again - not on something that was not on his terms - he felt the channel open again - to the core of his being - that hot, pure energy that tingled his skin and sent a euphoric rush to his head. With a vibration a wave of energy bolstered the wards, stregthening them, and returning some of Mordath's confidence.

So you have no cause of your own - you merely follow orders of the ruler - no matter -who- he is? Is your love for battle so meaningless that you would fight for anyone??


Beelzebub gave a derisive snort. "Quite the opposite, boy - No matter who is ruling Hell, Beelzebub is here - As the eons pass - through its rise and its decline - when all else might be in question - as it reigns and as it recesses - Beelzebub is always here. And if you think that foolish children would cease that - then you are sorely mistaken." With that, and without hardly a movement, the air before him rippled towards Mordath - sending an incredibly strong force wave.


Mordath could feel the air running away from the attack - and part of it pulled more at that heat inside of him- pulling it outwards and into his wards. As the force slammed into Mordath's protective barrier, the whole room seemed to shake to Mordath, his teeth seemed to rattle around in his skull - and the heat inside of him seemed to BURN - but despite the pain - in a strange way it felt so good... so right... so alive. The channel was open - not just to let a slip of magic out - but remained open - and the tingling aura picked up in the air, and then for the first time, began to focus. Something inside mordath screamed in elation - this was him ... he was a force to be reckoned with - he had been no mere court mage - but an ancient fey archmagus... - the knowledge was without memory - just something There - the power seemed to scream it. The air around him began to darken and chill - and energy began to crackle within it - the color of void - darker than the blackness - arced around it and Mordath leveled a look at Beelezebub - feeling the energy inside him consume any fear he had.


*Beelzebub, on the other hand, did not show any sign of fear* "So perhaps you are not as weak as you first appeared - but it shall make no matter. None has faced me and lived before, boy - and today is not going to be an exception. I have faced opponents of far more merit than you."


*Though Mordath was not listening - the sphere of energy expanded, and coiled towards Beelzebub, who moved quickly, circling Mordath.*

*He laughed again in that infuriating manor of his* You criticize my motivations here boy, when -you- are the one here following one many years your junior.. and on a mission for whose reason you do not even know! You have followed this one blindly into what very well may be your own death and you... will not even have anything to gain from it *the prince of lies smiled wickedly and Mordath actually hesitated a moment, the dark, sizzling aura still out of range of the slippery fallen angel, who continued on - after all - he was a temptor as much as a fighter - putting the evil thoughts into mens' minds* You follow here after one who seeks the throne of Hell - when... are you not an ambitious man yourself..? Why seek the glory for another when you could seek it for your own!? Do you think that that "friend" of yours would wait by idly while you earned yourself such a reptuable position?

*The demon's words were like poison - seeping into Mordath's mind, and somewhere deep inside of himself that Mordath didn't like to think about chimed in agreeance. The storm began to weaken, but then Mordath caught a glimpse of Astaroth again from the corner of his eye - remembered how valiantly that he had help him in his own time of need - remembered the trust that the demon boy had given him - despite the fact he would never admit it, and he turned back to Beelzebub with hateful eyes. You shall -not- turn me against my friends! *he shouted defiatntly* They may leave me, one by one, but I will not be the one to fail or betray them.... (somewhere... deeep down, a voice whispered "never again". )) The storm rushed forward and engulfed Beelzebub, raging with a hatred that matched Mordath's own.... however... The figure still stood still in the maelstrom - Mordath could not tell in the surge of energy whether or not it was actually affecting him or not - but how could it not?! THen... Mordath felt a sickening wave roll over him as he felt another force eminating from the figure - he felt his wards buckling, weakening! He shot out a hand in defense, bolstering it with his own raging energy, but it only served to delay it - he could see in his magicksight that the edges near his hand began to flake off, unwravel and fizzle out as the nauseating feeling grew stronger and stronger.

Over the sizzling and crackling of energies he thought he heard Beelzebub's voice - "ah... you are even younger than you appeared! What a delight... this should be *a chuckle* Child's play - to make a quick life go even quicker"

Then... the most terrible sensation Mordath had -ever- felt startled prickling at his fingers as the ward started to give out. with horror Mordath watched the youthful skin on his hand begin to become sallow, the veins protruding and the muscle begin to atrophy - his nails grew longer to points and beciome blacker and rough looking - it felt like he was dying, decaying - and the sensation was slowly creeping towards his arm. And for the first time his voice had ever risen above a whisper, Mordath screamed.

((~Sabin - who did a wee bit of research to get some more ideas ^_~. Heh - hope you have some good ideas to get us out of here, Kali - we're quite outclassed wink ))
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"Leave them out of this," Astaroth snarled as he noticed the Generals pairing off against his allies.

Lusifah’s eyes narrowed, mind solely on the task at hand. "That's the idea. I'm making sure they stay out of this!" And with that the fallen angel attacked, flame sword back in hand.

A burst of Hellfire flared in the sword’s path – Astaroth's face – halting its descent. Lusifah withdrew and attacked again, seemingly random bursts of Hellfire saving Roth from what would all have been fatal or debilitating blows.

Knowing that merely defending would do him no good, Astaroth began sending additional flares of Hellfire at Lusifah, as well as taking swipes with a knife in either hand. Although Lusifah tried to counter with Hellfire of his own, the summoning was choppy at best and Lusifah was forced to construct barriers with his dark magicks.

"You never were very good with Hellfire, were you?" smirked Astaroth.

Lusifah didn’t rise to the bait. Coolly he replied, "I never needed to be."

A small meteor shower of dark bolts rained down on Astaroth. The demon fa'e barely managed to teleport out of the way in time.

"Oh, you have picked up a few of your powers then?" Lusifah raised an eyebrow. "How cute. Shame it’s nowhere near enough."

"… Pride always was your biggest sin."

"Lust was yours!" Lusifah snapped, finally stung.

In this manner their battle raged on, but as time passed it became more obvious that Astaroth was simply no match for an ancient demon in his prime. More often the fa'e was reduced to blocking and evading, while Lusifah only seemed to be warming up.

And suddenly Astaroth was flat on his back, the tip of the fiery sword at his throat, Lusifah gloating down at him. Golden eyes fluttered closed and reopened. He knew better than to try moving – dark magicks had clamped down around him – and he’d run out of strength to teleport some time ago.

"********," he swore. So much to say, so much to regret he couldn't finish or do in this second life, and Lusifah would never allow him the time. "********."

"One track mind," the fallen angel tutted. "And aren't you a little young?"

Lusifah was enjoying this moment. Yan Lao he'd had to assassinate – Lusifah could never have won a head-on fight with the former King at that stage. But this time… this time he could savour the moment. A second victory over a hated rival.




"No," Kali gasped, face pale. She jumped up, knocking her chair backwards. "Astaroth… Oh ancestors, no!"

Her hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms. Something wet began to run over hands, but Kali didn’t notice, too distracted by something wet on the back of her shirt… near her shoulder blades.

Overcome with fear and rage, she screamed, "Don't you dare touch my baby, you b*****d!"




"Goodbye, Yan Lao," Lusifah gave a twisted smile as he raised the sword and brought it down again.

Astaroth didn’t close his eyes. He would meet the result of his folly head-on.

And that was how he saw the sword halt mid-plunge, hitting an invisible barrier. Both Astaroth and Lusifah wore shocked, puzzled expressions (though Astaroth’s was a great deal happier than Lusifah's).

As they watched, a silver shimmer appeared where the sword was pushing against. A towering form was revealed, crouched protectively over Astaroth.

Astaroth blinked and looked up. A very pale gold, the large dragon had silver cat-slit eyes and dark red spinal flares and wing membranes. It definitely took after European dragons rather than his own Chinese variety.

"Get the ******** away from my baby," Kali snarled.




Ooh, plotness. Feel free to have a reaction, but your demons will still keep you’re fa’e from interfering, if they try. They prolly won't be attacking as fiercely as before, unless you keep going at them ^_~

DFA, still please post your battle post, just make it obvious that it occurred before dragon Kali appeared.

For those worried, Kali is not gonna take on Lusifah. She's got about as much chance as the fa'e kids ^^;;
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"Mu qin?" Astaroth blinked.

Lusifah snarled at the being who'd dared to prevent him from killing his fallen opponent. A ball of crackling darkness launched itself at the dragon's head. Kali remained calm as it passed through her, her draconic image wavering like a hologram. Lusifah tried to stab Astaroth again, but found the leg at least was giving off some kind of barrier.

"That won't last for long," he glared.

Ignoring the retort his mother no doubt made, Astaroth turned his attention to his surroundings. Back near the throne again - no help there as anything that had once remained of Baal was now a tiny dragon.

A small chirp caught his attention. Baal clung to the broken haft of the weapon embedded in the floor.

'Wo de,' Astaroth thought, remembering the feel of that weapon in his hands. 'Mine!'

A barrage of energy spears rained down at Kali. She retaliated with streams of fire that Lusifah easily batted away before renewing his own attack.

As Kali was finally forced back under his assault, Lusifah began to turn his attention back to Astaroth. "Now, where were w-"

The fallen angel's speech was cut off as Astaroth plunged a very wicked looking spear head through Lusifah's chest. Eyes wide in shock, Lusifah gaped at the demon boy before him and tried to speak. "How... could...?"

"Weapons can be reforged, souls can be reborn, kings recrowned… if they’re strong enough. You were always too weak," the fa'e looked down at his enemy with cold eyes. "I should be thankful that you, at least, will never have the willpower to be reborn as I was."

As the current ruler of Hell died, the Generals paused in their actions. They made their way closer to Astaroth, all rather hesitant except for Beelzebub.

Az looked up at the large dragon. "I didn't see that," he murmured softly.

Kali heard and snorted. "Never underestimate a mother," she replied loftily as Astaroth leaned back against her leg for support.

"Um... Lord...?" Lilith stepped forward reluctantly. "What about-?"

"You?" Astaroth guessed and closed his eyes. "You'll go back to your duties and make sure they're performed properly. Beelzebub, I trust you are competent enough to take care of things in my absence."

The demon didn't look thrilled with the idea, preferring to be causing carnage and taking orders, but nodded.

Astaroth turned to take in his allies... and abruptly growled deep in his throat. Golden eyes burned as they swung back to Beelzebub.

The demon in question blinked and studied the fa'e who'd been his opponent previously. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath, while lifting a hand and making a negative movement. He gave Astaroth a curious look. "There, no permanent damage."

All four demons then gave deep bows before disappearing.



Woot, and we're wrapping up. Your fa'e will be back home soon, and hopefully Roth won't be too far behind... Do some wrapping up and then the next main post will be teleporting to HQ ^_~

I'm sorry, I know there wasn't much of a chance to respond to the previous post since Gaia was down almost 24 hours. But I was on a roll and I still kinda want this wrapped up when it was supposed to happen. I am impatient, I know ^^;;;;

Kamiki's Partner

Winter Trash

*For better or worse, Mordath was unable to witness Astaroth's battle (and if he had he might have felt even more deslolation if he had know just HOW close they had all come to dying - that it was a matter of a mother's inposition from the outside that had saved them all. All he knew is that suddenly, as the horrible pain was encroaching on his arm... it stopped incredibly suddenly. Mordath was full of rage - full of adrenaline, and full of a lot of pain - his hand felt virtually dead - he could only barely feel it when he touched it with his other hand - as if circulation had been cut off to it for hours. Mordath, only gradually, began to close up his energy channel - and the scene began to become more visible as the crackling darkness subsided. Beelzebub had turned his back.... and Lusifah lay dead.... Mordath stared at the weapon plunged through the body - at Beelzebub's questionless and emotionless change of servitude..... complete disregard for the man he was dedicating his life to - as much as his hand hurt - something in this triggered even more revulsion towards his opponent....
Something also remained during the battle - a small twinge of jealousy as it began to dawn on him... they were alive... they had "won".... Astaroth had won... and with it rulership of Hell itself. Whereas He... had lost to one of the subcommanders... He.... the mage.... *Mordath grumbled under his breath, cradling his hand* *At Astaroth's command to Beelzebub and he felt the life surge back into his hand he started at it, gasping - not expecting to have had such a severe spell reversed so easily. Mordath looked confused, between them..... these were Astaroth's servants now.... the idea seemed nearly preposterous in its magnitude... where then did that leave him.... Somewhere... something almost wished that his hand had been left the way it was... instead of his enemy taking pity on him. At least let it have been a battle that he fought... that he took the reprucussions from - instead of a "well - sorry about that - you are a child after all" and a fix.
Mordath, however, remained silent, watching the preceedings with an almost detached, isolated look*
*snuggles Mordath* Nyuu, don be sad. After all, Roth nearly died first ^^;;


Astaroth turned his attention to Mordath, glad to see the other fa'e's hand returning to normal. As if he could guess what Mordath was thinking, he gave a little smile. "That's how things are around here," he explained. "Assassinations, everyone wanting to move up into a better position of power... It's common-place. If subordinates are left with their lives after an upheaval they're just happy to be alive."

He cocked his head and frowned. "And at least they respect me more than Lusifah - or at least, they used to. They should once again," he nodded to himself. "Now I just need to get back here for real... Am I even a proper demon?" he muttered to himself. "How long can I hold onto this, being a "fa'e" from "outside"?"

He grinned smugly. "Besides," he gestured to his four allies, "I have new 'Generals' now, don't I?"

Kamiki's Partner

Winter Trash

*Mordath found it difficult to keep his eyes off Beelzebub - still feeling very uncomfortable about the situation - about the cease of attacks and how suddenly with the death of one the rest not only ceased their attack - but were now apparent loyal servants to Astaroth. People who only moments ago were trying to kill him and his allies. However... not that he was complaining.... he flexed his newly healed hand - it tingled as if it was coming back from being asleep for a long time - the maddening painful tingling sensation.

Mordath gave a small smile at the thought of going home agian - seeing Sabin... being alive to tell the tale and remember....

Then, something about that last statement... "I have new "Generals"... Don't I" caught Mordath cold - filled him with conflicting thoughts.

Being a general of Hell...? him? He had his own conquests that he had in mind... the realm of Fae - that is what he had tried to do before, was it not... should not he do what Astaroth did here.... but a dual position perhaps... but what responsibilities? Then came the cold feeling of unworth. He had not even beaten his "counterpart" - he was weak to him - only able to last against him for a few minutes... how could he shoulder that position of respect and be confident and competant enough to back it up - he, still a teenager and not yet at his full potential. Perhaps one day.... him... a general of Hell..? Ruler of the unseelie...? Unease rumbled in his chest..

But... if he was the general of Hell... then Astaroth would be the ruler. That put him as Astaroth's subordinate - not just an ally - but answering to his command. As much as Mordath valued his friendship that really really rubbed him the wrong way. He still remembered clearly Astaroth leading him into his library - listening with shining eyes as he spoke of his goals - of the magics he studied. He was one to lead - not one to follow - despite the stereotypes of Mages.
Mordath kept his mouth shut, thinking, and realizing that it was nearing his own time to crack this lock on his memories - once and for all get his final answers before setting out to do what he should do... perhaps with the missing pieces filled in - and the memories made his own and not just something he heard - would answer his question of his purpose.

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(Post reserved just in CASE I don't have time enough to post before exam. T___T I can't believe this lovely quest happened right when I can not be on gaia. I'll be reading this all up, and hope there'll be some sort of quest goodness after the 3rd of July :X! *can't wait for freedom*)
Nyoka shakes her head when Az backs off. She blinks dumbly, wondering what the hell had happned.

She, of course, had been too shocked by what Az had told her, and had been watching him carefully. He hadn't made another move, though, which puzzled Nyoka at the time.

Now is she is just relieved. Once Az backed off, she had moved closer to Astaroth, and listened carefully to everything that was said.

She blinks when she hears Astaroth say, 'I have new "Generals" now, don't I?'

She didn't totally hate that idea, and she actually smiles about it, but the last thing she ever wants to do is come down here. She restsher elbows on her tail and sighs, lost in thought. She wants to go home, she wants to see her mum again, and her sisters. She wants sleep, she is so tired. . . .
Astaroth rolled his eyes as he noticed the looks the others gave when he spoke. "I was speaking figuratively," he sighed. "Don't look so worried. I just meant I have stronger allies now. I can't actually appoint non-demons to rule in Hell... Which is why I may have a few problems myself..."

He didn't seem to notice the changes occuring in his speech and manner... Since when had Astaroth been observant enough about others to notice or care what they were feeling?
Nyoka smiles. "Well, being an Ally is better than being a General, I suppose," she is greatly relieved, though.

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