Foreign Exchanges[DEATH ALLOWED]

Hm, what was this?

Everything was -- red. The lands before the earth, the heavens in the skies and the enigma of the mind -- was all red.

Blood red -- blood moon.

Ah, that was it.

As the crimson light shined from the scarlet moon mass in the sky, a soft sigh escaped from the lips of a certain royal figure. Standing upon the top of a castle in the finer parts of Dubin, a powerful demonic entity observed these alterations. The taste of demonic magic filled the air. Stuffing the senses of the mouth, the bitter flavor of iron passed the lips of Demoness who was dubbed The Princess of Europe and The Demon Race as a whole.

Her reddened eyes pierced the city below her feet, but yet not a single feeling could be felt behind them. To pierce down below the surface of her detached expression would require one who understood matters of the heart, and not many of this drunken city could understand such a thing. Bleak and bitter, the atmosphere of the space around the child saw fit to match her tempo and blow a frigid burst of cold air around her. In doing so, it caused her luscious, silver hair that extended down to the ankles of her feet to blow ever-so gently against the wind.

Becoming one with this sense of coolness, the objective became clear: the city needed to be cleansed.

Therefore, as she felt the pulse from The Demon Lord's pulse, The Demi Network of Shadow Fall prevented such measures from taking over the city. Extending across all of their terrority, they were marked by the divine protection of their Queen and Godlings. So it was no wonder that the heir to these cosmic entities would be able to wield their power as her own and reject this influence.

Holding out the palm of her right hand to the heavens, the lone demon child closed her eyes and the city would become as bright as day nearly. Eclipsing and blocking out the shine of The Blood Moon, a celestial body that radiated gold, white and red light bathed the city. Surging to life with a damning source of demon magic, it was clear that another demon which was capable of daunting demonic spells was on the rise. In this explosion of luminous life, The Demon Princess began the task of cleaning this land of the Demon Lord's influence; as soon The Demi Network went deeper into work.

Like cutting away at pieces of a paper, the various strings of attachment that Vampire Matthew placed into the city was no laughing matter. It took a skilled cut of focus to find the problematic areas, precise accuracy to weave out the threats and massive quantities of potent demonic energy to rebuke this claim; but it was well within the realm of possibility for this piece of terrority to once again be within the influence of Shadow Fall's domain. They were like a flame embed within the core of the earth that was too strong, too wild and far too attached this realm to be so easily vanquished in one night's eve.

Therefore, with hop, skip and a jump; a dimensional portal carried the Princess of Europe towards the scene of action. Whisking her away in a flash of red and white brilliance, a dazzling burst of rich light flooded the streets. When it dimmed and faded, the embodiment of a bizarre female figure was left. Wearing a black dress with many tribal markings across it, similarly colored shoes and skin-tight body armor underneath that took the resemblance of tights; it was clear, even to those who did not possess spiritual senses abilities, that this was a demonic entity.

Red light flowing from her like a gentle flame, the child's aura felt akin to an infinite void, yet so filling that it gave off a loving embrace to it. It was as if there was a universal force of unlimited power hidden within the child, yet the world around them was so warm that it felt outlandish to conceive such a notion. Passing into the streets of those injured in the wake of these three brutes, The Semi-Divine Demon began the task of healing the injured.

Those who found their minds scarred in the wake of the fearsome Demon Lord? Relief and joy was found by The Demon Princess's protecting essence. To those who could not find themselves the courage or strength to stand in the wake of such extraordinary powers amassing? They'd soon discover the might to find themselves on their feet once more with the assistance of The Reagle Child.

And in that moment, six wings that radiated a crimson light extended from the Royal Figure's back. Going down a vertical line from the blessed girl's back, there were three sets of two wings in all and they let off a sensation of power that felt -- whole. It did not smother others, nor did it even attempt to outshine the might of The Vampiric Might of Matthew's aura. Instead, underneath it all, it felt like -- nature. As if it were cosmically natural for it to be in place and as if it was one with the universe itself. The kind of grandiose wonder one might consider the almighty himself to wield, but in the hands of its sacred follower.

"Heil..The One whom is The Demon God's and Demon Queen's Child. We welcome you, Priest of Khalaism."

The voice of numerous demons, humans marked with demonic scent and even some creatures that were hollow and Iramasha alike came from the shadows. Smiles smeared with fulfillment, tones bleeding childlike joy and hearts all but essatic; this gathering of men, women, children dressed in white robes came to be. Bowing down before that whose name was Neoveta, the Heir to Divinity is what she seemed to represent since her ascension to becoming a Demonic Queen. So she represented new life, new direction and new hope for those looking but forward to this child who held within her vessel the potential to become a future Demon Queen.

Although -- she could only shake her head in such a glorifying response to her presence. She felt it to be -- too much. Almost -- over flattering. To her? It was only natural to use strength to protect those under your wing. It is what separates those who had false strength and those whom possessed true power. Any one wicked spirits can use their powers to fend for themselves, but it takes something greater than that to manage to do that and shield others at the same time. So upon that line of nature, the ends justified the means for Neoveta.

Glancing at The Demon known as Matthew Hinote, the human that was Loran Hardwell and the Shinigami whom went by the title "Mujin Makiyoshi"; it was apparent to the celestial child that quite the perexling group of outsiders had taken shape in this dreary town. Sensing the dense and uncaring force of The Demon Overlord's power up close, Neoveta's blank expression did not change, but she was rather amused to see another close to her own power that was not either her own blood or that which was bonded to her in the case of Iriko Crow; The Captain Commander of The Gotei 13.

Skimming through the countless millennia's of demon knowledge sealed within her brain by the gods, the general backstory of the male before her was that he was the supposed last-man standing of the sub-race of demons whom called themselves "Vampires". Killing his own kind with no remorse, he started to make quite the name for himself throughout the centuries for such a brutal act. So from that general source of information, Neoveta understood the kind of opposition she may or may not face on this dark eve.

Digressing, with facial recognition technology backing the Demi Network, a hot, flowing line of information came in about the Mujin fellow. Not much was known about him through public records, but it was apparent enough that he was indeed apart of the Gotei 13. Listed in their databanks as a member of Squad Five, and together with the energy reading tipping her off to him being of Vice Captain Level, Neoveta would attempt to avoid having him injured -- if only for the sake of their Captain Commander she so very loved.

As for the human whom went by Loran Hardwell? A similar amount of miniscule information was available. Fourteen years old, male and American Native; the wealth of public records on him showed that his last recent information was that he was a freshman at Karakura High. So it was rather amusing that one of such a lower level of power found themselves all the way in the land of supernatural creatures. Oh well.

It was time to address them all:

"Coexistence. That is what Dubin is now. Demons and other races do live together. If one feels dislike for the other, then they live in the districts outside of town and are free to do as they wish within them." Chiming in at around the moment Matthew was going on about their enslavement, the cool and serene voice of Neoveta's mind echoed into the area as she spoke to them all telepathically. Without moving a single muscle from her lips, the child gave a vacant stare to them, but the warmth of her heart could be felt in their minds, bodies and souls as her placid and mellow essence seeped into the world around them like a calm wind.

"With that said, why do you wish to cause such a ruckus, Demon Lord? Have you come to cause trouble? State your story and leave those whom cannot defend themselves to me." Taking an obvious glance at the civilians Matthew dispensed of, the choking sounds of Loran and tense stares of Mujin; it was obvious enough that the Demoness was referring to all of them in that stance as she then set her crimson sights on The Vampire Lord.

What would his reaction be? Only time could tell, but things were certainly going to be interesting on this eve where supernatural creatures made a fright.