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Time & Madness Heals All Wounds

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Mon Jun 29, 2015 5:02 pm
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Artist: Stolen Babies - Song: Awful Fall - Word Count: 1207

Oh sweet Ashlei. Oh Sweet Hex. Oh sweet Asthavon's. Oh sweet everything. Where have they all gone? Things had grown too quiet in her castle and it seemed that all of The Demon Queen's other beloved darlings were off taking care of the utmost of major affairs. Mana's beloved life was recovering from her sickness, Hex was in the care of Ashlei back in Hueco Mundo, most of her sisters were tending to their kingdoms and Khala herself seemed to be taking up a more proactive role as a Goddess. Therefore, that left Mana all by her lonesome self with only Neoveta to keep her company during her visits to England.

So lonely, so cruel and so wrong~! But, that is the way the cookie crumbles, doesn't it? They were entities which all represented the best their realms had to offer and it made sense that they would be no where to be found in the darkness of this manor. Thus, this left Mana quite dull, melancholy and irritable. And what better way to get her out of this mood -- than the sight of a jackass storming her castle?!

There was a series of cackling and maddening laughs echoing throughout the Asthavon's Royal Palace as the likes of Eric Zarathos started hollering outright absurdities at it's doors. Really? He was coming here of all places? After being killed by what was essentially her polar opposite? AHAHAHAAAHA! That was such a joke that The Demoness couldn't help but laugh her ass off.

What, did Eric expect some kind of mercy from her? The Empress of Demon Kind lacked the same sympathy her daughter held for him, and she certainly didn't have a motherly urge to look over him like their Goddess did. All Mana truly did for The Mad One was keep him around for amusement. And, with his current progression, there was little be entertained with. So, by all intents and purposes, he was walking on thin ice approaching The Queen of Chaos like this! One slip and he may just find himself back in the depths of hell -- and this time there would be no coming back from it!

So, on second thought, it was rather curious that this bastard managed to find himself once again clinging to the reigns of life once again. But, The Demoness assumed he didn't learn much from his stay in the afterlife if this was his first course of action. Ergo, there was nothing she could do but give a half-hearted sigh and prepare to deal with this hot mess herself. Thus, The Queen of Demons would pull herself away from her bed and slither her way through the darkness to meet The Mad Demon face to face.

As a result, from out of Eric's own shadow did The Chaotic Danava materialize herself. Coming forth as a blob of darkness at first, these features became defined as her silky hands wrapped themselves around Eric's finely toned chest. The blackness around her skin soon faded and the ghost white complexion of her body became apparent. Then, as her eyes opened up from this jade mist dissipating, their emerald hue fixated it's stare upon The Mad One's troubling persona. In that moment, she could see all the lunacy generating from his body and her body was feasting off of it as a leech would suck the essence of vitality from the host it engrossed itself in.

Hence, in reflection of that nature would a pair of fangs come forth from Mana's mouth. What then followed would be The Demon Queen sinking her teeth into the neck of Eric and beginning to try and drain the life straight from him like a vampire. In this way would her horns then sprout to life, claws come to formation and batty wings sprout forth with a damning command of gem green energy forging both around herself and The Mad Demon caught in The Demoness's grasp.

And in a final eruption of power did a full body dress take shape around Mana's body. Tattered and shredded along the sleeves and ends of the dress, soon did a green flame consume it and represent the fact that the power of The Danava of Madness and Discord had became whole. So, The Demoness would slip her bare feet across the legs of Eric, sniff his hair and then take another chunk of him out before snickering wildly and emerging before him with his essence more than likely drooling from her mouth.

"Hahahaahaha -- ahhhhhhh -- HIYA S'UGAH! Long time no see, eh?"

Those were the first words that The Queen greeted The Mad One with as she let out another manic laugh. Oh man, this wild savage ridiculous nature was bringing her to life like a person who had just downed one hundred cups of coffee.It was too much, it was too rich and Mana just couldn't hold back the maddening laughs as she continued to cackle like a hyena. But, alas, she needed to work through her own element in order to get to the point of business she had with this OH-SO LOVELY fellow!

"Now, hun, I may have done a lot o vile and wicked things in my lifetime, but I haven't the slightest idea what you are blabbing on about. Honestly, the only thing that has been coming out of your mouth is a sign that says I should kill you here and now~"

With a wink of her right eye did she then giggle and point her left index finger at Eric's body. And, along those lines, did a pentagram intermixed in emerald and crimson light emerge before his feet. An intense summoning of demonic magic could then be felt below it and the mastery of these demonic arts by The Queen were nothing to take lightly. If she said she could kill something, then by all means, that entity better start shaking in its boots from her point of view! Especially someone whom she was two breathes from killing before at his peak!

"So, if you would be so kind as to approach me with a bit more tact, I may be willing to strike a deal to find this deal of yours. Otherwise, I'm more inclined to drain you dry and leave you a rotten husk of the once strapping young demon you were, babe. The choice is yours~!"

And with that, Mana would twirl around without a care in the world before pointing each of her fingers at Eric and laughing manically once more. It seemed as if she was drunk or something, but it was hard not to be when The Mad One was generating enough nourishment from his maddening aura to be equivalent to dozens and dozens of shots of tequila. God damn, this man was a fool in the eyes of The Demoness and she just couldn't handle it! It was giving her a clear vacation away from her problems and into a land of pure ecstasy and pleasure! This was just too much!

OH, just what would Eric do with himself now!? The Mad One was steps from death and he'd best tread carefully!




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Mon Jun 29, 2015 7:40 pm
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Artist: Stolen Babies - Song: Filistata - Word Count: 1258

Ohohohoh~

Well, it seemed that the demon did have a bit of sense to know when the cards were against him. There was a sense of resistance being felt within the body of Eric Zarathos and Mana understood that to be his sign of not pursuing a battle with her. After all, it wouldn't be none to wise to go ahead and clash with The Demon Queen in her own terrority! So, with that much knowledge understood, The Wicked With would let the The Mad One see her sinister grin before giving him a curtsy out of respect for his decision.

Therefore, as a sign of her twisted good will, the pentagram below The Demon's feet would then be seen as vanishing into thin air. There was no need for such hostile action if all she was doing was entertaining a guest! So, that vile smirk would then wash away from Mana's face and more jovial smile replaced it. She could only wonder what was going in the mind of Eric Zarathos's head if he was considering doing something like that. So, she'd observe him and listen to what the male had to say to her.

The first thing that seemed amiss to the likes of Eric? He seemed to question why she took his blood! Oh my! She couldn't let something like that remain in the dark. Henceforth, the Demon Queen snapped her fingers and let off a mischievous grin from her mouth before explaining why she performed that vile act.

"Ohhhhh? But isn't it obvious? I'm the embodiment of chaos and madness, my sweet, lovable boy demon! And, since we demons nourish ourselves on our element, can you not put two and two together? S'ugah, you are about as a mad as downing a hundred hard whiskey bottles~"

The voice of The Demoness was as taunting as ever, but she was being forthcoming and honest about her intentions. After all, what did she have to hide? Nothing. That's what. So she could be as liberal as she desired about the nature of her feeding. And, with her mind drunken, perhaps that had something to do with it as well. As, more than anything else, demon's can become intoxicated while ingesting a bit too much of their element. And, in the case of Eric? Phew boy, Mana was getting an all you can drink buffet! So, she had to watch herself and learn to better hold her liquor before it would spell the end of her!

Ergo, she'd try to focus a bit more on the words of Eric Zarathos once more as he continued on with his oh-so-serious-life-or-death exchange. Seriously, why did he care so much if he died? In this state of mind, Mana merely believed that he could just live on forever in eternity within the nirvana Khala placed in the deepest reaches of hell. And, if she had blessed him, what the "HELL" did he have to fear to begin with? Just go with the flow and don't fight it~

But alas, at any rate, the male seemed more interested in asking why the Asthavon's have tormented him. To which, Mana could only give another hard cackle. Really? Just what was the mad one smoking to believe they were actively pursuing him? The Queen sincerely couldn't recall many times where she aggressively went out of her way to make Eric's life hell. So, perhaps this boy was a bit more delusional than once thought. Maybe the trip between hell, the after life and the living realm must've fried his brains. Who knew? Yet, it seemed the boy needed to be educated yet again, so she'd let off an irritated sigh and explain.

"My oh my, do you ever stop with the drama, Eric my s'ugah? Geez, you'd assume after all this time you'd learn that we aren't out to kill you. You've only let your minds delusions lead you to believe that. And, for a creature such as myself, whom is compromised of the incarnation of madness and chaos, for me to say that? You'd better take stock of your sanity, boy."

In that moment, the voice of Mana Asthavon seemed to be somewhat more stern and focused as her emerald stare gave a gaze of death at him. Enough to show that she was indeed telling the truth about these affairs. Sure, she may have split those two into different beings, but outside of that? Mana couldn't care less what Eric did so long as it did not impose her kingdom or family. So any non-sense that occurred in her former life as Eris, The Goddess of Chaos, was of no relevance to her.

Then, after that, the deranged demon started rambling on about Eris being her mother. To which, Mana could only laugh. Eris had nothing to do with it as opposed to Mana creating that shell to begin with. So why would her eternal partner have anything to do with it? Thus, from that conclusion, all Mana could do was laugh in Eric's face and move on to the next question: Khala.

As he started explaining that some corrupted version of her sister started assaulting him and his wife, The Queen assumed that this must've been an inverse replica of Khala. Since, to her knowledge, their Goddess wouldn't do something so out of character like that without a reason. And, since demon world is infamous for deceptive magic, that is what this incident reeked of. So, with this information in mind, Mana intended to bust his little psycho bubble with a bit of fact and logic. Things that were bizarre to hear of someone so illogical and chaotic to begin with.

"You accuse Khala of doing so much, but have you ever even entertained the notion that it was just a ruse, darling? Aren't you aware that the corruption of the Inverse Realm produced negative selves of creatures across the entire spectrum of the universe? You fought itself before you died. So don't be a daft demon and ignore the fact we can easily produce deceitful magic to achieve whatever goal we desire as demons. "

With those words uttered out, The Queen would then approach Eric and flick his forehead; as if a teacher was lecturing a student.

"Use your brain and think about it. You've used shapeshifting magic yourself, so it isn't improbable another could do the same to you, s'ugah."

And with that, she was done speaking on those statements relating to Khala. They were tiring and she didn't want to keep humoring that. So, instead, a smirk emerged across her face. This was in response to him apologizing for the wrong he has done and she would once again curtsy in reply to that. At least he had tact enough to know when he's messed up.

"I'll accept your apology, my beloved Eric, but you'll need to do me a favor."

That smirk then turned even more coy as she'd lean in and whisper into his ear:

"The deal is....you stop acting like such a barbaric idiot and attacking my family. In exchange, I'll help you draw out that inner madness."

Thus, the ball would now be in his court on if he was willing to do such a thing for her. Would he have sense enough to know a good deal when he saw it? Or would he otherwise continue making poor choices? The path of his life was up to him to make. Mana just hoped he made the correct decision.




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Mon Jun 29, 2015 11:23 pm
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Artist: Stolen Babies - Song: A Year Of Judges - Word Count: 1083

As the Mad Demon started to compose himself further, it seemed the miasma of madness started to ease away from Mana and she started to seem more interested in what was occurring with him. To be honest, to some, it may seem bizarre that she is helping him. Yet, in a way, she just sees him as another agent of chaos and it is similar to tossing food to a starving family member. After all, it wouldn't be the first time The Demoness had a lapse of judgement when it came to those who share a similar wavelength of madness to her own.

Flashing back to the sights of Australia, the imagery of Dr.Hebi's own lunacy seemed to draw her in and made The Queen disregard his aggressive and deadly assaults towards her. As, in her own eyes, his madness flavor was overflowing and more important than anything a slip of the tongue or a flick of the wrist could do against her. After all, she even considered herself to be nearly immortal at this point and there wasn't much of a worry about that sort of thing anyway.

So, since Eric didn't pose much of a threat to her at this point, it was akin to giving a kid a match, some lighter fluid and seeing what he would burn down in the process. And, with her being The Danava of Discord and Lunacy, it was all OK in her book as long as it didn't cause any conflict for herself or anyone she cared about. Life was all one big show and game and she intended to watch with sheer amusement and curiosity out of what path The Mad Demon before her would undertake.

Ergo, there was nothing left to do but make the contract in blood and spirits. Henceforth, since Eric accepted the terms of her ritual, Mana vomited up a pool of red, black and green blood which represented quite a few things. The red blood represented her connection to Za Koa that fueled most of Demon Magic. While, with the green, was the crux for this spell and that was her own blood to sacrifice. Then, finally, the black blood signified Eric's essence that she had consumed and she placed that into the circle for the final resources needed to make their demonic contract full.

With these materials put into the ritual spell, a glowing white circle emerged into the center and it soon started to form a mixture of black and emerald hued light to it. Then, once that had transpired, a single line extended towards the direction of The Mad One. At that point, it would bled out another gem green and shadow black circle underneath his feet. Essentially, this connected both Eric and Mana for the time being, Now, with this tethering complete, all she needed to do was tap into the inner madness that bled within The Mad One's heart and create the perfect seal for him.





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It wasn't quite clear what she was saying, but it was apparent that The Queen was speaking an ancient demonic language at this point. There were many clacks of her tongue that just didn't make sense and her voice became quite raspy and gruff while spitting out these mystic incantations. When they were finished, a surge of red light then engulfed the area and a strong pulsation of madness and lunacy could be felt within the area. This came in the form of many laughing voices, screaming spirits and the sense that this world just wasn't right.

If there were any second thoughts about this now? Well, it was far too late to back out now. What The Demoness was doing had been quite simple: she was tapping into her affinity for Madness and harmonizing the insanity that lays within Eric's heart to make him stronger. By patching together a seal of Madness within his body, Mana yearned to bring back some of his strength through this spell and eventually breathe new life into the wicked one. At least, at the price of him being her minion at this point.

What? Did he expect something like this for free? Sure, The Demon Queen was out of her mind, but she also made sure she got something useful out of an exchange as well. Of course, she wouldn't ask him to do anything TOO radical, but there would be a much stronger impulse and suggestiveness opened to Eric to take ideas, thoughts or suggestions from The Demon Queen. One could call it a form of weak mind control, but it was merely an opening to his mind to heed her call better from this point onward.

It was obvious enough to her that the boy would have gotten himself butchered if left to his own devices, so she installed a simple form of insurance to keep her entertainment alive within him while performing this contract. In return, he'd see his strength, energy and powers come back two fold and he'd be the wicked demon he once was. While, in return, Mana would keep a sample of his essence within herself to use for later purposes. Once this transferred was complete, the circles would then fade away as quickly as they appeared and a blood red circle with many lines woven into it would appear across Eric's chest and forehead.

"The Seal of Madness. Now, s'ugah, how do you like that? Do you feel any different? Any more -- mad? I surely hope you feel stronger. I've turned you into a big boy!"

Voice sounding as cheery as over, it was as if that whole demonic act had washed away from her face and the carefree Mana had returned once again to prod and poke Eric. Thus, she'd make a coy smirk and begin poking his face, chest, sides and abs to see if she'd get any reaction. But, it was also to sample his new power for herself and admire her craftsmanship. After all, even someone like Mana loved to adore any piece of work that was devised with her own hands. Magic was like her art and her art was simply the best!




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Artist: Stolen Babies - Song: Tall Tales - Word Count: 1055

As the dust started to settle in on Eric Zarathos's transformation, there was a look of satisfaction across the face of Mana Asthavon. She seemed quite pleased with how work turned out because there were no defects to be found in Eric, nor were there any instabilities or drawbacks to this that she could see at the moment. Therefore, it could be inferred that this spell went off without a hitch. So, it would once again go to show the wicked power that The Demoness possessed when it came to her mastery over the magical arts.

Just by sensing the wealth of energy that had been fueled into Eric's body, Mana knew he could put up a much better fight against his opponents now. The male seemed bewildered, but The Demoness's cackles grew louder before she turned on her heels and emerged before him with a happy smile. Clearly, with their pact made, there honestly wasn't much business for her to be here for anymore. Therefore, it may be time to bid adieu to her beloved guest of the evening now that he had got what he had yearned for: power.

So, she would indulge in one last of conversation before sending The Mad Demon on his way to do whatever it is he wished with her power. Thus, she'd then place each of her hands behind her and giggle happily while listening to The Demonic Overlord express his bewilderment at his new found strength. Did he honestly expect anything less from The Queen of Demon's? She was the front liner of their race, and the embodiment of demonic kind. If she could not pull feats of this caliber with er magic, then no one less than their Demonic God, Deveta, could pull such wondrous miracles.

Henceforth, in her own right, The Demoness considered herself a goddess in this moment. Bestowing power wherever she wish without so much as a single concern or doubt about her actions, and without her body missing a single beat! In this moment, perhaps Mana was a wee bit drunk off of her power, but she was having the time of her life enjoying the possibilities that her poor decisions could induce on the world by giving Eric this pillar of energy to lean on.

But alas, it was probably time to start engaging the lovable scamp in some words rather than her our gaudy thoughts of grander.

"Mhm. You should have more faith in your Queen, S'ugah. She can make great things happen for you if you just let her in!"

There was an exclamation of utter glee behind every word that exited out of the mouth of Mana's mouth. It was almost as if she was on cloud nine and high out of her ever living mind. Constant giggles just wouldn't stop coming one after another as she snickered at Eric playfully. However, there was something that caught her eye. A curious expression crept across Eric's face as he started to say something akin to "I love....", but he seemed to stop himself short of saying it.

Oh? Did he lover her or something? Or was he in love with what her power did? It was hard to tell difference of what her admirers found attractive in The Demoness these days. In any case, she found it amusing more than anything else and didn't take much offense to it. So, she'd ask him to clarify before she made her leave.

"Love? You love me? That's cute. Leave your last words in my mind. I've made a telepathic link with you, so you can leave your inner most thoughts there~"

With that, The Queen would then give a mischievous laugh as she placed her right hand over her mouth and proceeded on with her snickers. Of course she was a tease, but she could love no one other than Ashlei Clixx. There was just something that wonderful woman possessed that left Mana like a moth caught in a flame. Just thinking about her now even made The Wicked Witch lick her lips and feel a sense of arousal at the chance to taste, feel and love her flesh once again. Oh man, oh my; she just wanted to devour Ashlei here and now!

But no -- she had to deal with this guy first. Ugh. This little demon might need to blow off some steam after all of this said and done in her palace. Digressing, The Royal Asthavon would calm her internal and external lewdness in order to pay Eric more attention before getting lost in her lust. Once these thoughts subsided, a sense of surprise crept into the face of The Demoness. The reason for this as it was a sight to see that Eric Zarathos was finally pledging his loyalty to the empire. This was something that dear ol' Mana would remember for quite some time after remembering the struggle it took for him to acknowledged her rule.

So, in light of this, her face would soften and she would give The Mad Demon a simple pat on the hand and give him her blessing. A Queens blessing. He had earned that right after enduring these wicked trials and she would then nod her head and dismiss him afterward:

"You've done everything I've asked, my dear loyal subject. Now you may do as you wish with your power. If I require a favor, or order, I'll be sure to give you a ring through our telepathic bond. After all, the wonders of demean magic can cover so many means of communication."

This time, instead of her usual manic and raving voice, The Asthavon's tone seemed quite composed and more relaxed as she let out a content sigh. After that, she'd turn hard on her heels and begin walking to the abyss that was her palace. With but a wave of her hand, she would then motion that Eric was free to do as he pleased with his power.

"Be happy~ There are now no chains left to bind you on your quest for power. Live however you please for the gods have blessed your misfortune~"

And with that, the doors slammed shut and The Queen was off to handle other affairs.

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