The Twilight Throne. [Inami/Hayden Political Thread]

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King Militant Desmond Hayden, I inami asthavon queen of chaya nation have become aware of vastime and wish to come and meet you and discuss possible relations between, the vastimian nation and my nation of chaya nation. Be it on neutral terms, or in a more private setting. . “

The queen of chaya nation had been sitting within her private quarters, the demon-light casting violet shadow-shapes on the walls of her abode. Outside in chaya nation, many beings lurked and had been howling and wailing in the night; if one thought of the horrid place that chaya nation truly was, it would be strange that this queen was to nonchalant in her musings. As her heterochromia eyes took in the words on the page she exhaled and pondered just what was her intent in her dealings with vastime? She couldn’t truly offer them amnesty because, from what she gathered this nation was only just slumbering. Could she not see the seeds of discord that waited to be sewn? Her lips tilted ever so slightly at the corners of her mouth, slowly forming into a smile as her pen continued to etch into the paper, the spidery handwriting delicate, refined, but also powerful. For these words had the very energy of the queen imbedded in them for verification of authenticity.

If, by any chance; you find yourself interested. Please send me a letter back regarding this matter. I am more than willing to make the dimensional trip to come talk to you personally, and i will be coming as the queen of chaya nation, therefor any affiliations/standings i may have other than this role will be considered negligible in the duration of our talks.”

Her expression turned thoughtful as she looked out her window, at the desolate pillars that connected the realms together. Even now the energy of madness was spreading even further in the demon world. However her eyes focused not on her own land. Instead they narrowed as they looked at the lands of sirsa. The king there, dayalu was quiet and hadn’t been seen to act for quite some time. The rulers of demon world, could shape it as they saw fit. Their word was law unto itself. For many years the balance had been status quo, yet . . . What would happen if that delicate balance was upset? Just thinking about the discord and anarchy that could be generated from such a event was enough to make the queen of both chaya, and inverse chaya nation . . . Moist. Her face grew flush as she sighed heatedly, the tendrils of discord leaving her plump lips to dissipate in the air, causing slight irregularities in demon magic, causing small spatial ripples. It seemed even now she was becoming more attuned to anarchy.

It was a strange descent, the world looked sinister in her eyes, and she could taste the lawlessness in her own lands. It was a fine wine upon the queen’s tongue, and she drank it down as if it was a beverage. Inhaling until she smiled lazily and went back to writing. Droplets of ink falling on the wood desk that she was writing upon, while she finally began to write the conclusion to her small letter.

”I eagerly await your response, mister hayden. “

The female had finished the letter and then it vanished after curling up into a scroll. From there it would transverse space itself to appear in the hand of a lowely demon that had entered vast-time as a prisoner of war. This letter was then offered to an officer, in this way it quickly went up the chain of command and eventually it was delivered to desmond hayden himself. But the queen wasn’t concerned about this, rather her eyes looked at the sky and she murmurred softly.

Soon. . . everything will allign, and the fun will begin.”

She couldn’t help but giggle softly in anticipation for what was lurking on the horizon.

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To Her Royal Highness,

I have recently recieved your letter and after many days of thinking have decided it is best for us to meet in person, please make the plans to arrive in the Capital of Vastime, Roran. We will settle any accomdations you need but do be quick if you can many things are happening. I look forward to discussing with you a propserious future for the earth and in turn Demon World.

His Royal Highness,
Desmond Erasmus Valerius d'al Cunaris ae Hayden

The letter Inami would recieved would hold those details, Desmond Hayden himself having been long prepared for something like this. So provided that Inami could reach Vastime and relay the details of when her arrival would be she would find all the arrangements needed to meet Hayden at the Capital building. This was quite the momentious occassion but thanks to proper planning, along with some cloak and dagger performance her visit could be kept under wraps so long as she didn't do anything outlandish- something which would be asked of her upon her arrival.

Never the less, if she arrived and came to the location of choice she would find that Hayden had taken care of transportation within Vastime setting her up with a private vehicle and driver. It was clear the man was going to take her to the location of the meeting, and once she arrived she would be escorted by two men in suits through a back entrance of the capital building- to arrive in a small office.

Sitting at the opposite side of the room behind a desk was none other than Desmond Hayden who would stand to greet her.

"I've been looking forward to this, Inami."

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“Ooh~ hayden has some tact--these big burly guys with their black pressed suits leave much to the eyes wanderings~”

. . . To inami, even now as she glanced at the sleek black vehicle that was to transport her to the capital of the world's newest empire, a conglomeration of nation-states in africa that had united under the banner that is vastime was still-- a game of sorts. It was easy to tell that the men that were tasked with her on time (and discrete) arrival were. . . uncomfortable with the connotations of letting one of the most powerful demons alive into the capital of their fair city. Inami could smell it on theme, even as heat shimmered from the sandy dunes below: the fear, the unease, the revulsion at her very being. Decadence, that was the influx of emotional disorder that flooded into inami as she glanced sidelong at the lad who professionally opened the door for her, a lazy grin blossoming onto her features as she slid smoothly into the plush leather interior that was chilled to a crisp 60 in the 100+ degree weather.

Crisp, chilled. . . quiet. Those were inami’s initial gleaning from the motley crew that had come behest the big mans orders. They seemed to be nervous, but also not quite afraid as she had felt initially. These stoic men and women had a kind of calm about them, stemming from the confidence they had in their training. Unsheathed swords standing proudly for the world to view them; well oiled beasts of war that would work seamlessly together to relentlessly and brutally complete the task at hand to perfection. This was the initial impression Inami had of these men and women, and to say the least it left this dastardly she-demon looking forward to the meeting that was laid out before her. Desmond hayden, a man she had heard of in the recent past, and more so currently in the present. Former vanguard leader turned king of a nation which had debuted and solidified it’s sovereignty on the world stage rather spectacularly.

It was a. . tension filled hour and a half, the process of inami being sheparded silently, discreetly, covertly through the winding roads of an empire. Roads were cordoned off, traffic diverted and to all the world no one would know inami asthavon, infanta of shadow fall, and queen of chaya nation was here in one of shadow falls most vehement adversaries domains. However, after the blurring desert scenery and lovely housing districts flew past, the car came to a complete stop behind a rather large governmental building, where you guessed right; inami asthavon was let in through the back, like the criminal the world truly did probably view her to be, led through winding corridors until finally she was brought to a large wood door and let in to a room with a familiar giant within. Desmond hayden, militant king of vastime.

Inami’s first reaction was surprising actually, the normal jovial queen let the smiles that adorned her face, the playfulness that caressed her eyes dissipate into an expression that was; albeit cordial, but also like an unsheathed blade in its own right. Her smile though that was on her face was one that could be considered respectful as she reached forward with an extended hand once she got to the desk.

”I’m sure that feeling is mutual, Hayden Desmond. Lets get down to business though shall we? Care to take a gander of throwing down your own thoughts first?”

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"Not much to throw down, I think I've made my stance known that I very much want earth back into it's proper people hands."

The baritone sound of his voice, firm and graceful, seemed relaxed in this setting. There was no need to worry, perhaps it was an extreme confidence in his people and land. She had come to their house, their world. It was important to note moving forward that this distinctly made the encounter interesting. A queen of a demonic nation meeting a man who sought to reestablish earthern forces control over earth.

It was with those words worn calloused hands would take her own offering a shake. Through mere skin contact the almost tremendous amount of will power seemed to vibrant from his body, turning a man into legend. It was times like this which called for men to be more than what they where- to dream of not what they are but what they can become. It was Desmond who embodied this matter, it was the king of a sovereign nation who dared to upset the formally established rule of the gods.

"You contacted me, so I'm interested in what ya' have to offer- and what you want."

Nothing ever came free after all.

Worn fingers pulled away from her own as he sat down in the leather chair, crossing a leg. His elbow finding a forearm rest as hazel irises stared at her. The slight glow to them, the ethereal energy which ran through his being having since grown to immense portions since their last squabble. Perhaps it was because they where in his domain but the man had made long strides in improvement. Not just physically it seemed either.

But even more importantly, he seemed keenly focused on her. As if waiting to detect a hint of betrayal or bullshit. She had his full attention, for all the heaven and hell it was worth.

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”What do i want. . ? Huh. . “

It was soft, sonorous like the call of gull in the moments before a squall, before the placid waves became a ferocious monstrosity. That was the very real simile to the hushed lull of inami’s voice, those normally lidded and lash-framed eyes opening with something other than insanity: the cruelty of her nature exuded from the very marrow of her bones--The core of her soul. It was such that anyone other than hayden who met this gaze would probably flee, cry, beg and cower before the might that she exuded. Just what was a ruler? A ruler was one who stood loftily over the masses, who was the cruelst being, the guiding hand and the iron fist. Inami asthavon at this moment embodied something that people seldom associated this monstrosity with--A queen. For she is the queen of a nation of demons, who looked out for the very interest of demon world.

It was these interests that brought her here. As her lips parted and the smog released from her lips; as her eyes glanced forth and looked at the being called desmond hayden and peered into his soul. These eyes seemed to be far older than inami’s age, they projected times long since passed, the archaic roots of her nature coming to manifest in the raw timeless power that exudes from her. Yes, in this moment it was as if she had ascended to command the might, the splendor of a deity in it’s full prowess, and fathomless dominance. What was she ultimately? She was Anarchy, the absence of rule.

However, there was something seldom acknowledged about chaos and lawlessness. It did not exist without order, like shadows cannot exist without light. There had to be equality, a balance that had been inherently broken by the demons. However more then that, more important than inami’s own reasons; the real reason she was spurred from inactivity into action.

”I want to stabilize demon world. I want the demons to be demons, to live as they are supposed too. The world and it’s balance has been inherently shifted, and as chaotic as i am, as horrid as i am. I cannot sit idly by while the balance of not only this world, but many worlds begins to tilt in a direction that may not be recoverable for. My sister tampers with forces that are beyond what should be tampered with. She has strayed from what a demon is, she is a malevolent presence that is beyond a demon. She is Chaos incarnate and her reign will only bring ruin, catastrophe and the end. “

As Inami spoke, What hayden would notice is that at this moment, at this place they were not quite in his room. If anyone entered haydens domain they would find this room to be completely empty. How? Well after inami shook Haydens hand she had used the very manipulation of zao-ka and it’s inherent capacity to warp and alter reality to create a “subspace”. Using her dark threads as a medium to stitch and stabilize the realm around them, she had created a pocket, that fed by her own energy was removed from the realm around them. It replicated the space they were in, but it was “inbetween” the realm they had been in, and the realms that neighbored it. Consider it like being in a garganta, or the dangai. It was a very similar concept, that showed just how serious inami was. They could not be heard, and even the eyes of god could not hear the conversation that was taking place--that was how important this was, how. . secretive this had to be.

After that though, Inami took her hand and slowly opened it. From it formed a dagger of complex demonic sigils and demon magic. Constructed from her ocular demon sequence this very tool would be only here for this moment, for the severity and importance of what inami was going to propose.

”What i have to offer is simple. When you march on europe, march on america, march on london, march On the bases of shadow-fall. I will let you in, i will kill the guards, i will smash the defenses, i will cripple the connections they have betwixt the realms. I will slay kin, i will wash rivers of blood from my comrades. Because shadow fall does not need to be in the realm of the living, the realm of hollows, the realms must once more be levied and equal scale. I do this because i love my fellow demons, and i love my sisters dearly. If i must purge, i will purge because i am the only one left that has the sensibility to do this. There must be balance, it has always been this way. For thousands of years there has been a balance between our realms, a equilibrium that has weigned and strengthened. There will be balance once more.”


Inami slowly took the blade and drug it across her palm. Cutting deeply as she looked at the man named hayden and as her blackened blood dripped against the carpet, drop by drop--splatter by splatter, as she spoke once more.

”The price? You will make an oath of blood with me, a pact that will be bound to be honored. You will destroy and wipe shadow fall from the earth, and bring equilibrium once more. “

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