Does death suit you?[OPEN]

Destruction, death and the utmost sense of terror were all felt across the lands of Golmud, Tibet. Numerous Shadow Fall troops stormed the terrority, numerous brawls occurred and the sense of an outright takeover was storming the country. And it wasn't necessarily a difficult thing to do, either. After all, the weakness of their defenses were quite poor in the wake of the new world they lived in. In fact, the resistance of this city was outright pitiful to the eye which belonged to the Queen of Demon's.

Head of many invasions, wars and battles alike; the results of this takeover were ones that weren't even worth boasting about in the mind of The Demonic Empress. Sure, the sight of chaos in the world brought forth a primal joy, but it wasn't one her conscious mind took much pleasure in. Was she growing weary of such things? Perhaps. There was a sense of heaviness, exhaustion and fatigue from attempting to drag herself out of her royal throne to deal with such a pesky matter.

Yet, it was her duty as Queen to deal with such conflict, and this was a mighty big one on the world radar. From the confines of her throne room, The Queen received word of an operation dubbed "Does Death Suit You?" from her private force of advisors. Working through telepathic transmission, these individuals broadcasted the sights, sounds and information to Miss Mana Asthavon and brought her up to date on all disputes occurring on the battlefield.

One of the major notes that the Queen received was the fact that there was a lone Grand Duke mobilizing a squadron or hundreds, if not, thousands of Shadow Fall troops to invade Tibet to begin with. The individual was apart of the First Circle within Shadow Fall and he was a Masked Demon in origin. It was quite amusing as the records displayed to her that this male turned out to be failure during their research of hybrids between Arrancar and Demons.Yet -- here he was thriving and causing such a ruckus and making noticeable gains.

Sure, it annoyed Ol' Queeny that a servant was conducting such a large scaled operation without so much as announcing these plans to other higher ups within their organization, but it showed potential more often than not. There was a certain level of risk and power one must take to reach the top and it brought forth a curiosity out of her. Especially given the fact that this Grand Duke found himself fighting against one of her most precious Princes: Vegeta Asthavon. And, from the looks of things, he held his own -- relatively at least.

In the long run, The Empress would put her stakes on Vegeta, but it wasn't always wise to count out the underdog and it was that fact that brought her to take control of the situation and ease tensions among her men. After all, that was the duty of Queen, was it not? Stability, unity, leadership and experience were notable qualities of a Queen and Mana considered herself to have those in spades. So, it was time to take her cards, throw them on the table and see what comes of it!

Thus, without wasting anymore precious time, The Regale Asthavon left her throne and called upon the powers of the ethereal to whisk her away to the fires of the battlefield. On the winds of such satanic magic The Empress of Demon Kind arrived in a clap of thunder. This mighty burst of sound within the heavens shook the earth itself, overpowered all other sounds and brought the invasion almost to a standstill.

How could this simple entrance do such a thing? The enigmatic power and influence that The Queen of Demons held over her subjects was just that intimate and potent. All those who serve under her could feel the vibes of the wicked rulers call; as it brought with it the pulsation of overwhelming chaos, death and destruction ready to be unloaded at but a single moments notice. Indeed, it was almost as if this dormant strength lay like a vicious hound under her hand ready to be unleashed with but a single whim from its master.

But, with over dramatic interpretations aside, this tango was morphing and twisting like a wicked hurricane. The skies were painted a dark shade of green, an ashen mist drowned down into the sea and the loyal servants of The Queen were now seen bowing and giving their pledge to their oh-so-loony Queen. For the humans of the city, it was almost a surreal sight to see these savage beast almost docile towards the alluring pull of their fabled leader.

Yet, as such a calming sight was it was, the uneasy feeling of tension came up the spines of the citizens. As they knew that if a force this strong could end the strife with but a single entrance -- what future did this lone entity hold for them? They'd soon find out as a strike of blackened lightning descended from the emerald hued skies and brought with it -- Queen Mana.

She emerged forth from the blob of electric darkness with but a simple and devious smile. The whiteness of her pale skin contrasted with the blackness of the attire in which she wore and the environment which grew dimmer by the second as it was bombarded by this woman's unearthly aura. It tainted the air, distorted the sense of stability and tore it apart like a dagger against the flesh. And as she bled her essence into the world, so did the blotches of the shadows drip their substance on her.

With this demonic element bleeding on to the skin, the clothing of the Queen became more apparent by the second. From this thick liquid oozed out a black dress which fell to The Wicked Rulers feet. Soon following that point was the adorning of this gowns hood over the face of The Empress; as it even made accommodations for The Royal Asthavon's shade hued horns by crafting slight holes in the top portions of her hood.

Meanwhile, across her neck, the formulation of a crimson shaded amulet forged out of her chest like a fish fresh out of water. And, much to the same effect, floral patterns of white emerged across the front portions of her dress and a pair of blackened flats materialized themselves across her feet. With all of these ensembles, The Mad Queen unveiled herself in her spoiled glory as two large bat-like wings tore open from her behind; bringing forth a hissing sound from the Queen as she bared her fangs down at the crowd below. (Click HERE for an image of her attire)

In that instant, they began roaring with cheer now that the arrival of their beloved Queen had been completed. In fact, these howls of jovial nature were so strong that their strength brought forth a moral boost within these creatures of the night. Explosions of power erupted all over and the pulsation of thousands of demons powering their supplies of demonic energy exploded across the area and it was an unreal sight to behold.

Seeing so many of these hellish beast united under one person was a sight to see and a curse to endure. For, with the combined pressure from their Queen and her subjects, the air became wicked hot, the gravity grew heavier and it was as if they were thrown into an entirely different landscape or planet with how they contorted the environment became with their demonic influence.

And, with such an bountiful reserve of demonic energy in the air, it was but as simple as flicking a switch for The Demon Queen to induce a city wide spell of magic. What did this feat of satanic wonder do? Simple: translation. The intended goal of this bewitching process was to translate the words which the Queen spoke to the native tongue of whomever heard her voice. If they spoke English? The Queen's words would be heard in English. If they spoke Russian? Then, once again, the conversion process would have the lovable mistress be heard in the gruff Russian tone. The world was already a confusing place, why make it even more confusing than it needs to be by not being able to understand one another?

So, with that out of the way, there was n nothing holding Mana-Mana back from exploding with her public announcement of this invasion her underling partook in:


"Oh my, oh how, oh why. You are such miserable souls, poor creatures of fate and warriors of hardship. We had not intended to cause such a commotion upon your dreary home, but it seems that destiny has geared our paths to have a crash course with one another!"

Now Addressing the general public, this was the first means of communication that The Queen of Demon's forged as she commanded all eyes on her at this point. Speaking with a festive tone and cherry face, the feeding was beginning and The Demoness could feel her element of discord and lunacy growing stronger. Yes, there was much disorder here and like a sponge -- she was absorbing it whole and satisfying that unending hunger of hers . Hunger that only grew more furious and harder to please with each morsel of power that her body ingested to become stronger.

"So, my lovely sugah's, I'll allot you ascension into my dreamy kingdom. You may have what you desire, but you certainly mustn't take it from me. How does that sound?"

With a snap of the finger, volts of energized spears rained on the crowd and numerous demons started feasting on them as the rows of Shadow Fall soldiers starting groaning, howling and screaming with their abilities, powers and bodies becoming enhanced by the sheer energy which Mana could infuse and seal within them with her mastery over the dark arts of magic and the unreal quality of her energy.

"My hand may come with force, but on my other is but a gentle and caring grasp that will take care of you for whatever you need with my ownership. It is up to you which one you decide to take, my pretties!"

In the time it took for one wink of her right eye to finish, The Queen had summoned numerous silver spheres across the city and motioned for the citizens to go towards them.

"Oh, and if you so desire, you can escape this glum reality outright and enter a never ending paradise in Nirvana itself. I've got the blessing of a satanic god on my side, so anything is possible, my precious darling's! Just follow my lead and I'll make sure your hearts desire are well taken care of."

Then, paying attention to her demonic followers, The Queen decided to let loose a laugh and targeted the prisons of the Tibetan People. Assembling the most vicious criminals through focusing the production of her energized particles upon the location of many numerous maximum security facilities, The Lunatic Queen forced a teleporation of a large quantity of convicts to the center of Golmud.

How could such a feat take place? Simple, sweetie! With such an ample supply of energy engulfing these bases, all that was required from dear ol' Mana was to push them in by inducing a powerful force of wind capable enough to send hurling into a series of wormholes that emerged within their own shadow from the Empresses sinister means of darkness manipulation. At the end of the blackened hole, they'd emerge in a town square surrounded by blood thirsty demons. With but a snap of her fingers, Mana gave the signal for those who craved human flesh to devour and consume.

"Oh, and I'm certain you won't be needing these scums of society. Sorry, folks, but a sacrifice is needed and you all fit the bill."

With but a shrug of the shoulders, The Queen gave a saddened expression while still maintaining her oh-so casual tone of voice.

"So your path in life has met the deadened end of death's wall. However, don't fret~! I'll be sure to assign you special seats in hell and tend to your spirits for all of eternity as Queen of Hell~!"

And, as grim as those words sounded, The Empress meant well by them. While her methods were wicked, the overall truth behind her words still rang. Once these poor bastards were killed by a demons hand, their spirits would be sent to hell, and with the observing eye of the Queen, all those marked with her energy would enter the final layer of Hell and be met with nirvana's sweet release in the embodiment of death .Quite a sweet gig, eh?

"That also means that all you gloomy souls whom lost loved ones in this attack can rest assured that your precious families are well taken care of in hell. If you don't believe me, don't worry, you can venture there yourself and find out!"

In an explosion of bats in the sky, a black hole emerged and soon it showed the visual images of people living merrily within Hell. They were in the best shape of their life, had their needs taken care of and lived within the bowels of the most satanic place in existence in relative comfort. Quite the different depiction of hell than what those cunty Christians painted, eh?

"Just imagine the bond you have with your loved one and my agents of madness will find the connection FOR YOU!"

Grinning with the utmost of delight, glimpses of a emerald hued light were seen emitting in the chests of all the citizens of the effected region. These were Mana's particles of energy, and with her authority in hell, the hearts of those connected with one another will surely find each other in the comfort of telepathic communication. It was a colossal feat, but She was the god damn Demon Queen, the embodiment of all things demonic. So it was well within her means of power to pull off such a move. The title wasn't just for show, after all.

Anywho, the lovable prisoners were almost forgotten in this celebration of reunions. So, with another snap of the finger, Mana gave the go ahead for her creatures of madness to feast upon the flesh of those miserable criminal scum.

"Goodnight, my sweeties. And enjoy the feast, my lovely followers."

Red, red, red, red, RED EVERYWHERE! That was all that could be said about the central square of this metropolis as the blood, guts and bones of the prisoners were splattered all over the walls, streets and vehicles that polluted the city. They let out screams, sure, but the worse of their existence was over and Mana felt that it would be nothing but smooth sailing for their spirits now. So, it was a well enough price to pay!

Thus, her attention soon focused on the person who started this whole entire incident to begin with: White Eye.


Gosh, who knows what that lad may be up to at this point in the game? But, it can only be amused that boys will be boys and that his tussle with Vegeta may very well still be going on! Which, in the mind of Queen, wasn't disrespect. After all, they were all creatures of demonic instinct, no? So it was only natural to resolve disputes with such ruthless distaste for one another! As long as they got the bad blood out of each other, it was all but okay by her!

Henceforth, as she made her ways through the cheering crowds, confused citizens, terrorized bystanders and crowds of satanic followers; The Demoness pointed her right finger down at Prince Vegeta and White Eye with a devious smirk across her face.

"My oh my, you must have gonads made of the most fabulous steel, lover-boy. Organizing this little trip without so much as a proper announcement to Shadow Fall? Tsk, tsk. I outta' hang you by the gallows for that one."

Even if those hot-headed males were still brawling, Mana would find herself strolling up upon their battle without a care in the world and going forth to try and flick the forehead of White with but a gold touch of her pale finger. The words in which she spoke were playful, sure, but they held so much weight behind them as she could easily make that a reality with her power, influence and authority. Yet, she saw the good in the boy and saw it better fit to spare him since it wasn't like he didn't anything bad, per say. He just didn't ask for permission and he needed a simple reminder that such things weren't tolerated without proper notification.

"But instead, I'll let you off with but a warning, my deary. For I'll commend your courage to take action and expand our reach to these people. So, I'll let my sir Vegeta deal with your punishment as he sees fit, and I'll reward myself when you've had a taste of the bad."

Then, with a pat of Vegeta's golden hair, The Queen would give a pleasant smile and thrust herself backwards upon a throne compromised of the shadows. What was she intending to do at this point? Haha: commence a battle for her entertainment!

"Now, you two can carry on where you left off. Just be sure not to kill one another and I'll make sure you two are commended for your efforts. Chop, chop! Let's see a good show now!"

With that, a cackle escaped her lips, The Queen's legs folded and a devious smirk curled across her lips as she awaited to see what their response would be at this point. They surely had many questions to ask, and she would be willing to listen if they could provide suitable context for their actions.

"And if you are gonna' ask me why I'm doin' this, sugah's, ya need to present your case to me and I'll modify the terms of our little civil case!"