Demons? Havin' Drinks With Quincy? This News Reporter Says: It's More LIkely To Happen Than Ya Think!

Oh, right, these people are a thing~

That's the line of thinkin' which began this oh-so-wonderfully sadistic journey into the nest of The Quincy home! You see, many years ago, Ol' Manic Mana had a deal dispatched between one of their former leaders: Hulderic Hayden! They shared drinks, made merry in the night n' just had a gay-o-wonderful time! Much happiness, right? Right. After the drinks settled in, the mania oozed over 'em and the bar closed; the two of 'em decided to hash out a treaty between Demons, Shadow Fall, Quincy and The Vandenreich to keep 'em on neutral to almost allied based terms. In fact, ol' Huddie even assisted Mana in a rebellion within Demon World with Quincy forces as a sign oh loyalty to this deal? ISN'T HE JUST A SWEETHEART? PAHAHAH

'Nyways, now that the trip down memory lane is dead n' done with, the reason that our Queen of Bitches decided to stomp her boots on the drab land of Quincy is because she wanted to see where they stood with herself, Shadow Fall n' Demon World. I mean, there were rumors that these guys hated her guts, n' there was nothing more that Mana was attracted to then a lil' bit of malice, right? It was a wonderful source of depravity, chaos and all things maddening~! So this was a go-to-trip for her right off the bat! Sorta' like booking a trip to Hawaii to soak up the rays of sun, get a tan, find a nice lil' lass to breed n' just kick back and relax.

So, it's why Ol' Queenie really couldn't give two shits about givin' proper warning or heads up with her visit. Since, from out of the heavens above, our pale-skinned protagonist (oh yes, we went there) came in like a wrecking ball and emerged out of a volt of emerald lightning. With an eruption more powerful and disturbing than the landslide victory of President Donald Trump in the 2016 election, the entire City Of Light would feel as if some rock hard energy smashed straight into their nether regions and gave 'em a good fuckin' or two with how her cosmic-scale energy influenced and gripped the lands.

"Oh my, 'sugah. I think my landin' was a bit too hard thar."

Rubbing her nose a bit, Mana had created quite the mass hole in the ground. Destroyed a few building, knocked some chumps out and got the whole city unnerved because The Queen Of Mother Fucking Demons was here. So, while The Quincy were always revved up to deal with intruders, dealing with this SPECIAL guest brought with it a certain amount of weight. Cause, yanno, ya can attack her. But given her track record -- was it really worth it without first konwin' why she was here? EXACTA! That's where our Hero (yes, we are still going with this) decided to speak up and make her intentions known!

With a hop, skip and a jump; Ol' Mana jumped out of the small hole in the ground, observed the quincy beginning to surround her and raised her hands up in the air as if to surrender. Even though many on the ground knew this was more bullshit than a Nigerian Prince claiming to have a small loan of a million dollars waiting for you in a secure offshore bank account, they would allow it given the fact that if they attacked -- it might be an act a war and they weren't exactly in a position to go all out against even just The Queen herself; yet alone all the tender lil' bastards that follow her every whim and call.

"Look, look~ Put 'em down~! No need to be stressed, darlins'. I just wanna know if ya s'ugah babes are still on my side. So give me whoever is in charge and send 'em out here. I just came 'fer drinks, I promise~!"

And so, with her intentions made clear for the moment, The Quincy would have no other choice but to run back to their masters, send in the intel reprots n' ol' Mana would just wait n' see what kind of response she would get.

Wahahahah: boredom is a bitch!

”This is an evacuation notice, All quincy are to flee the city of light for the next seventy-two hours. “

Shortly after the fiendish energy howled into reality from the demonic queen, this order echoed throughout every quincies soul, every fiber of their being. Only then did the city truly become a ghost town as women, children, and fathers, all of them vanished in a blink of an eye. The city which had been bustling cleared out faster than mana’s mood-swings. Only then could the sound of footfalls be heard as a female whose very body gave of an air of purity, strength and regality walked forth from the street almost like she had simply appeared there. Each step this girl had taken was unhurried even in front of the majestic queen that stood before her.

Silver eyes had a limitless mercury color and gleamed in the light as she came to stop roughly several foot-falls worth the distance from Mana asthavon. Only then with a wave of her hand did a traditional japanese table form, this table was a cozy two by two feet, and in the air wine had appeared from something that looked like a mirror. In reality this was her utilizing reishi and linking imagery from locations she had an intimate memory of. In this case it was the wine-cellar in the city of light, and by bridging those two images into her energy it allowed her to teleport things. It was a fairly new way to apply her C the control, which imbedded conscious thought into her energy.

”..Sit and lets talk then, since you came all this way.”

Rather, than getting to the heart of the matter and potentially stepping into the minefield that was mana asthavon. This leader had to at least knew that while she was certainly not going to ally herself with shadowfall, it was too soon to go against them openly, and yet as the one who was leading the quincy back to prosperity she simply would not lose face in front of another faction leader. Even if it was the manic queen of chaos, mana asthavon herself. This was why the wine she had picked was precious, it was preserved through the concept of “Halt Time” allowing for the reishi to while not literally having stopped time, had counteracted the process of aging on the object. It was because of this, that this wine was easily several hundreds years old, and it came from a place which had already been swept by the endless tides of time.

As this bottle landed on the table, she had set it down and let the clear ruby liquid shine brilliantly in the light. This was a red wine, slightly on the dry side but it was full of flavor as well. Niflheim had opened it and waited for the wine to settle some before pouring some in two wine-glasses. Only after did she wave her hand to the side, the concept of repair appearing fleetingly in the forefront of her mind. The hole, the buildings, each of these damaged units found themselves being repaired in the reishi-rich environment, to the point that it was simply almost like mana’s actions hadn’t taken place in the first place!

Around this time, Niflheim exhaled and sat down on her knee’s at the table, tucking her feet underneath her rear and waited for mana to join her, cushions forming underneath the spots they would sit, as if conjured there, which in a sense they had been, as the same shimmering mirror like construct niflheim was working on formed again, allowing the pillows to appear on the ground as if they had always been there. Afterwards her tranquil expression remained as such, while there remained hints of hardness in her gaze. Fear never crossed her mind for the simple reason that, if mana was here to destroy this city it would have already been turned to ashes. For now she waited for mana to sit down and take a sip of wine before she said anything else.