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Who 'Da Fuck Said Da Queen Was Dead? [Operation Fun Rebels] [SF Mission] [4/6 Spots Filled]
Thu May 31, 2018 4:39 am
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Song: Walking With Strangers - Word Count: N/A
Mana didn't give a gosh darn diddly damn whether or not Arianda or Calypso were still clinging to her at the hypersonic speeds at which Ol' Queenie moved to reach Flow City from the Asthavon's Demon World Palace. If they were dust in the wind, so be it. It's not like she didn't warn them they were in for the joy ride into hell itself! Mmmmmmm, yes! She was far too friggin' focused on havin' a bit of a feast, makin' a scene n' nommin' on the delicious flesh, blood, bone n' spirits of these lil' rebels that have been popping up in Demon World following her absence.
Oh yes~
People weren't happy with how unstable things were becoming with the current rule of her lovely lil' kingdom. Demons were upset that she had a lack of presence, others loathed the amount of heavy conflict the realm was under while some just were tired of the chaotic rule of the Asthavon's and Shadow Fall in general. And, like a fly on the wall, Ol' Queenie couldn't help but overhear this gathering of roughly 80,000 protestors gathering in HER city. n' what kind of a Queen would she be if she didn't entertain her a guest? A LOUSY ONE, THAT'S WHAT!
Thus, as the emerald moon shined down upon the brightly lit city filled with chaos, The Demon Queen's presence smashed into the scene like a freight train ready to railroad everyone's asshole straight into the depths of anal hell. Nothing but a series of childish laughs could be echoed throughout the city as this thick pressure weighed down on the city.
When this presence made itself known, protestors, citizens n' Shadow Fall warriors themselves knew one thing: their Queen was back....for better or worse.
So, after taking one large leap from the top of a ten story building (regardless of whatever Arianda or Calypso said at this point unless they had the power to cease her movement), Ol' Queenie stomped to the ground, made a jovial laugh n' wasted no time having a neon green tendril protrude from out of the base of her stomach to make a shish kebab out of about a dozen protestors. In one foul swoop, this tendril was then retracted as these men n' women alike screamed for bloody murderer as they begged for someone to save them -- before getting munched on by the stomach of Mana.
It was a bizarre sight to see as Demoness's stomach grew large toothed fangs, gnawed on the protestors one by one n' spread a series of crimson, silver, gold and emerald blood, guts, bones n' gore in every direction as her laughs n' the childish giggle of the millions of souls inside her body grew ever louder as she relished in this moment of carnage. If Arianda was still around Mana at this point, she'd take a dazed stare at her compaiono before uttering these words to her:
"I can't be a greedy lil' bitch can I? There tens of thousands of these lil' darlin's n' ya deserve a snack for me havin' abused ya worse than an African Slave. Go on, snack on some of these darlings as well. Ya earned the treat, babe."
While Mana could wipe the whole of this city out with her strength as a demonic goddess, ol' Queenie saw better fit to extract the fun out of this n' take her time eatin' like a good wittle kid. Therefore, as all the people looked onward, Mana only had this to say:
"Well, ya' got all these people rounded up to throw me a lil' party. WHO 'DA HELL MISSED THEIR QUEEN!? STEP UP, S'UGAH'S! <3"
...n' with that, The Queen of Demons was back on the scene....
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Re: Who 'Da Fuck Said Da Queen Was Dead? [Operation Fun Rebels] [SF Mission] [4/6 Spots Filled]
Thu May 31, 2018 10:57 am
Cali felt... Very, very tired. No, tired wasn't the right word, out of it was. Mana had sedated the little demon so that she wouldn't scream or cry, as they had taken off into the realm with blinding speeds. Cali was only being held towards her mother via a tendril, keeping her tethered to the demon queen and calm despite the speeds being overwhelming. As they had traveled, Cali was out of it, mentally wonked, and taking the time to lament on the disconnect they felt, the dissonance between their mind and body, it was a surreal experience to say the least.
Huuh.. Am I trailing behind, or going forward..? Her mind tried to make sense of what this feeling was, though the experience was cut short, as something burned in the back of her mind...
Anger. Injustice. Fear. Empowerment... It was a flurry of noise that scratched the back of her skull relentlessly. And it was far more than enough to get the Danava up and perky. The emotions were almost too much for them to bear, the darling panting and edged into a panic, til Mana had dropped down, and shish kabobbed a dozen protestors, which caused Cali's dark eyes to widen in horror, watching them be eaten... By Mama.
The demon's heart beat rapidly, so hard that she swore it was going to burst out of her chest like a newborn Xenomorph. She simply watched in horror as her mother continued to consume people, becoming lost in her thoughts.
This isn't.. What I wanted... I just wanted... To have a calm time, with Mama...
Golden tears trailed down her face, as her body acted on it's own, getting off her belly and onto her feet, rushing to and hugging her mother very, very tightly from behind, trying to stay in contact as long as possible, for her body to bring calm, comforting energies to the manic queen, her body eminating a very strong, sweet scent, that would make any around her who smells it feel more inclined to an elated mood.
"Mama..! Please stop! PLEASE STOP!" She begged to her, "This isn't what I wanted to do with you! This isn't anything that I wanted! I wanted to go somewhere calm with you..! Mama.." She almost choked on her breath, "There is... Something... Very wrong, isn't there? That.. I have to fix... I have to help..."
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Re: Who 'Da Fuck Said Da Queen Was Dead? [Operation Fun Rebels] [SF Mission] [4/6 Spots Filled]
Thu May 31, 2018 12:46 pm
The Angel of Conflict
Artist: Teminite - Song: Ascent - Word Count: NA
It appeared a certain demon trio, at least Arianda assumed Cali was a demon, was flying to Flow City at speeds that required Arianda to look like a baby clutching to its mom’s chest. In other words, she was holding on for dear life as she drank her fill of Mana’s blood to revitalize her. Once her fill had been drunk, she licked her lips, licked Mana's neck, and then simply held on for dear life as the trio flew to Flow City like a missile inbound to strike the city.
As soon as the three landed, Arianda was basically flung off of the Demon Queen's front as she moved to devour people; protesters that seemed to want to do something about Mana. In the way that meant uprooting a demon queen that they thought had no place on her throne. Arianda saw this, looking around at the carnage around them; the mass of people that wanted a different queen. A foolish desire, really. The Angel of Conflict could only sigh as her wings spread from her back and she crossed her legs, levitating above the crowd, as well as Mana and Calypso; slowly creating a blue aethereal spear out of her own energy. The demon stared at the crowd with displeasure. Flow City was basically the Angel's own little territory, so, seeing so many beings act like this was... greatly displeasing.
"All of you are fools if you believe that such a thing will make a difference. Ah well, time to purge a REBELLION"
The demon twirled the spear on her hand before she threw it into the middle of the crowd, many of which have already abandoned their cause and left at the sight of the Queen of Demons. Maybe of Arianda, but, it was hard to say; not many really feared her. But, the second her spear hit the ground, many a person was incinerated; reduced to nothing in the crowd. Arianda sighed softly as she floated down into the middle of the crowd, who surged towards her, aiming to take down her and then Mana. It was pointless of them to even try. All they wanted was a change, and they turn to protesting; tis just a fools errand to protest the absolute.
"Oh~? Is that so, hun~? Why, I better get an appetite soon; some of these people look mighty scrumptious. And don't worry about being greedy, dear Mana~ I've come to accept it. Now, do try and save some of the tasty ones for me~ Now that I think about all that torture you put me through, I am absolutely famished~~"
The demon grabbed one of the rebelling SF warriors from the crowd and she spun him around like a flail; smashing many a demon to death or throwing them aside. Afterwards, she crushed the demon's skull with ease and looked around at the crowd; her eyes half closed. She was bored. Not that this was boring or anything, but... these people attempting to rebel; it was quite silly. The Angel of Conflict looked to her Queen before she gained a rather sadistic grin as her wings flared from her back again as she spun through the crowd; spawning her scissors as she tore through countless, countless, demonic rebels. Eventually, The Angel wrestles a few of these rebels, all of differing genders, and slowly wrung them dry of the latent Death Energy that was around them. She then kicked their dissolving corpses aside, grabbing a few people by the throat. From there, tentacles sprouted from her back and started to devour them piece by piece; eventually rendering them to nothing. The Angel of Conflict even took a few of the more good looking men and women -- listening to her lovable Queen about getting a snack or two -- chomping into their necks with unhinged jaws before her wings wrapped around Arianda, and her victim; and when they opened, only Arianda was left, licking a bit of blood off of her fingers. After a couple more snacks like that, she just had to stretch; a few bones popping in the Ari's back as she looked at the crowd around her before peering at Cali.
Arianda had no idea who this child was, she was clearly a being born from The Queen but something felt... off; different. One would think that if she was created by Mana, Calypso would be more on board with what her mother was doing; meaning that there most be a second factor that clashes with The Danava of Chaos's being. Whatever it was, the demon could only sigh and move towards the pair of Danava, cutting down rebel after rebel as she walked over. Arianda could only sigh at the sight of the child begging for her mother to stop this; it was futile. Mana doesn't listen to anyone but herself, and maybe a few others. Honestly, it would be hard for the Angel of Conflict to believe that even Cali would sway her desires. But, she simply continued slaughtering rebel after rebel, keeping a close eye on Mana and Calypso; wondering what would happen. After all, this child was new to Arianda; she couldn't help but wonder what secrets the two had kept from her. She was a curious little demon, and wanting to know the truth behind things was just a little ideal of hers. Besides, she would love it if a certain demon Queen would tell Arianda what this Child was about. She couldn't wait to hear the truth behind it all. Well, maybe she could; some of these demons were actually pretty damn tasty.
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Re: Who 'Da Fuck Said Da Queen Was Dead? [Operation Fun Rebels] [SF Mission] [4/6 Spots Filled]
Thu May 31, 2018 4:48 pm
Artist: Ace Waters ft. Thunderscott - Song: Nihilist - Word Count: 1055
Haaaaaaah…
Cries and screams. Delectable.
Emotions of fear and despair poured over the temple of Khalaism in Flow City, which stood erect beneath the emerald moon, the man chuckling to himself as he finally managed to remove his body from the mass of flesh. Both arms reached above his head as he walked out of the temple's inner sanctum, a white towel resting on his shoulders. "Haaa… Such a lovely day~" The Archbishop muttered to himself, his sweat-matted hair sticking against his skull. The sounds of chaos filled the streets, but he was not concerned with that. He was concerned with those of weak will who could feel the presence of his disciples, who wandered close to the main gates of the temple, before being brought deep inside the loving bosom of the religion that Sunshine Asthavon helped lead.
His matted hair extended, the sweat dripping from it as another towel was fetched, wrapped tight around his lower body. As he walked towards the entrance out of the sanctum, he grabbed a basin of dark liquid that had been left out, tipping the oil-like substance over his head. The sweat and grime began to dissipate instantly, the wear and tear of the activity he had been engaged it flowing effortlessly off of his body. It had been a wonderful little revolution for the Khalaists so far. So many minds looking for purpose, lacking direction. They needed to be helped. They needed assistance. That was exactly what the Evil Angel wished to give them… though he had been having some difficulties with it himself, recently.
Oh, Holy Mother, why do you torture yourself like this? Both of his hands were folded in prayer as he walked out of the temple, his eyes half closed as his focus turned away from the place where he felt safe. He was moving towards a much more uncertain place. Only his own presence in this holy place had managed to keep the Demon Queen's presence from subsuming every single individual who he protected here. As a result, he was the only one who was forced into experiencing the full brunt of her appearance. The others were blissfully ignorant, and would remain so until the danger had passed.
Ah… such delicious torment, such vile dangers… Sunshine's spine shivered at the thought, the soft towels helping him remain relaxed as he approached the main gate. The towel that was wrapped around his body shifted and morphed, becoming a noble green robe from his waist down. Standing before his home, he let out a single breath. So beautiful… let's embrace our cousin, and enjoy the sorrows of our home's current state…
The man's body shifted, a strange shwoop noise coming from the demon.
Distance was not a problem for the Archbishop. He was used to crossing great lengths to spread the word of his Goddess, though now his abilities were placed into a different service. Dozens of demons fell flat on their behinds as a sudden speed brushed past them, the speed's owner finally coming to rest out in the crowd.
Before the Demon Queen and the eyes of those assembled, the demons around the marshmallow haired man began to feel limp, their bodies beginning to feel a bit… dizzy. "…NNnnnnAAah….!" A deep, primal noise appeared from the center of this strange occurrence, as several hundreds of the protestors began to feel a bit… worse. The anger gently shifted, the appearance of Mana and her murder having instilled within them a deep sense of… despair.
"…Haaa… HAaaaaaAA..! Nn…..!" Sunshine's body contorted a bit, his eyes wide as he lightly eased back, feeling the tantilizing despair pour into himself. SUUUNSHINE… YESSS…. The Eternal Partner of the Danava of Despair affirmed his gluttony, Sunshine's entire body convulsing lightly, his knees giving out as his palms pushed into the dirt, trying hard to catch his breath.
Then, a different strand of despair entered into his lips. …Hmm? Sunshine's hands pushed back against the ground, righting his skinny body, his bare torso showing once again as his eyes locked onto a strange presence next to Mana. "……" He could feel so much… hope from her. It was being threatened rapidly. Sunshine smiled slowly, not taking from that harvest, at least not yet.
The crowd was destabilized, the tumultuous occurrence filling them with despair, hope, anger, rage… conflicting emotions pushed and shoved against one another, the solitary purpose both rising up and decreasing as Mana prodded them and Sunshine's presence placated them.
"That is… unfortunate." He let out, blinking at the spear detonated in front of him, blowing his body away. Sunshine's half deformed body laid with the carcasses of those who had been slain, his flesh deforming and then reforming like a pool of liquid, his feet pushing back into the ground as he rose once again, the only one standing now within the devastation of the blast site. It is also quite convenient, however…
The Archbishop held out both hands, a pink mist flowing from his body. The mist slithered and surged among the demons, the aggression and hatred beginning to… destabilize. Some began to fall down, slumping completely onto the ground, unable to close their eyes, Sunshine's energy making it harder to… focus on anger.
"…Look at how our people die beneath your warrior." Sunshine's mouth stated, his Demon-Bond reading eyes falling over the warrior who impaled and assaulted the soldiers. "And you'd be lying, lying so sinisterly, if you said you did not love this banquet of rebellion and chaos, Your Excellency~" Sunshine's voice rose above the demons, his body rising up, both hands open at his sides. His eyes were locked on the Queen, before gesturing at the demons around him.
"They are merely wanting for purpose, aren't they…? They're your people, your soldiers, your laborers, your demon horde… All they want is for you to command them, to give them what they truly desire."
Sunshine's eyes opened wide, his mouth opening as he breathed in and out, the scent of battle and bloodshed feeling his lungs. Ah, Goddess… your people are lost without you… Tears of black formed along the edge of his eyes, blinking as they finally spilled down.
"And your sister is wandering; our Goddess has become confused. Are you truly surprised that her people are not the same…?"
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