Man of the Cloth [Sofia]

Wed Oct 30, 2019 6:44 pm

If the walls had ears, they would be rather comforted from the sound of cloth being rubbed against them.

The cloth's owner was moving at great speed, dashing all about the place. The smile on his face was totally genuine, the lines of concern that hijacked his face whenever he located a new issue plain to see before being dashed away just as fast. Aaaah, Goddess, please, answer my prayer… let today go well. The owner of the cloth possessed this singular thought. It ran on a loop within his mind, over and over again.

Once again, the cloth rubbed against a wall, the white-haired man turning another corner. The kind of power she brings with her… The level of intensity. I've felt it against my skin. I've felt it against my soul…! The smallest amount of teeth showed between his lips. He had a crucial meeting planned for today.

By trade, he was a member… of the cloth.

Today's meeting was not a confessional. It was not a baptism. If it were to be called anything, it would be a christening. The Christening of this one of a kind place. Of this place where only a small number of individuals could survive. The Nation of Thoughts had few residents, but today, they would be welcoming a new member. Dangerous, trusting her… scandalous, taking in her bewitched heart. And yet… I feel that this is what I am meant to do! What I am being called to!

Bare arms wrapped around his bare chest, a satisfied smile upon his face. His marshmallow-like hair came to rest on his brow, and the bright-green cloth wrapped around his legs ceased its flailing about.

Everything was the way he wanted it to be. She wanted fun. Well, that would be easily obtained. Directly attached to the temple was part of the city's Red Light district; not two doors down was the nearest… 'bar'. Truth be told, the man had found more than a few converts within its boxed in walls. What she finds, though, may be quite different. He thought to himself, allowing his body to start relaxing once again.

Down the lane, was of course, the Palace itself. Perhaps 'down the road' was not entirely accurate. Back when a large population of Demons had grown restless, this had been the temple which the priest known as Sunshine had dragged himself out of. Wearing the same emerald green cloth, he had ascended into the sky, debating with Mana Asthavon about the unruliness of her subjects. Ascension. Nearby to the veins of power… and also within distance to acquiesce any request, religious or military… and of course, the ability to speak with the day to day denizens of Flow City.

The interior of the laboratory was nothing to sniff at, either. For someone who was so religious, the setup he had been able to create was still quite impressive. Perhaps it was because he knew what potential sacrilege looked like, and had tried to make sure she had everything possible that she needed. Perhaps it was simply that he had the relics of many heretics laying around, and wanted to see what she made of them. Whatever the case, the combination of religious idols and functioning tools would make an intellect of her caliber quite satisfied. At least, that was what Sunshine thought. The art within the laboratory was quite provocative; many images of women becoming succubi, of being tortured, of engaging in certain acts… The furniture was all satin, emerald-green. The bed she had been given was a doble; but unlike

Sunshine Asthavon was completely content with the setup he had created. He spent plenty of time in this particular location. Enough that he would be able to get a feel for if she was enjoying her time here, if she needed further convincing, or just someone to talk to. He was under the impression she would take control quickly; at least, this temple had already been made aware that she was to be treated with the same regard as he was. And for those who Sunshine had turned himself… it would be effortless for them to incorporate her and her needs into their daily routines and worship.

Who knew? Perhaps she would join them…

Wed Oct 30, 2019 7:18 pm

Herald of Demons

Sofia Montero

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

Her move was finally official. Her actions had surely caused quite an uproar and commotion, but she’d not be there to witness it. Sofia had her reasons to do what she had done; as of this moment, she stood with Shadowfall, and allied to K-World. Power was widely sought out by most, but very few were willing to understand the lengths and sacrifices some were willing to go through to continue to go beyond the rest. From what she understood, Sofia was meant to meet Sunshine in Demon World. He had naturally offered to take her there, but she had refused. Instead, she intended to finish a few tasks and enter in her own terms and out of her own accord. Unfortunately for her, the Quincy had never really been in the realm of Demons before, so her sense of direction was sketchy at best.

Using her unique Quincy method of crossing realms she entered successfully, though not exactly where she was meant to meet the priest. From the looks of it, she was about 200 meters from what looked like a colossal castle. Several roads lead to busy streets seemingly bustling with business and other manners of venues and activities that were best not overthought. As soon as she arrived however, Quincy was surrounded, naturally, by Demon guards. None of them looked Human, resembling more what she imagined Orcs, Trolls, Pigs, an other monstrosities would resemble. Each of the five was easily twice her height and with arms thicker than her thighs were wide. Without a doubt they recognized her face and energy from the battles their kinds had waged against her. She was a well known and deadly enemy, but whom had seemingly committed the grave mistake of stepping into their world alone. There were however certain reasons that kept them from attacking her right away… her energy, and her look.

Anyone who had ever battled her before and lived to talk about it could tell there was a clear difference in how her energy felt. Although one could still feel the altruistic and pompous holy energy behind her figure, there was a pure darkness and evil intent in her step that was undeniably Demon. Even her attire was a far cry from anything anyone had ever seen her wear. What’s more, the expression and attitude she had on top of that made the situation even more difficult to understand, and let alone believe as real what it seemed to indicate. Rather than her white Quincy uniform she wore a black outfit that was as classy and fancy as it was vulgar and degrading.

The top consisted of a black shirt with sleeves that frayed past her elbows. Stressed and erratic designs of blue meant to resemble her past roots as a Quincy adorned certain areas of the garment. An undershirt of long sleeves and pure white was completely obscured by the black except for the sleeves. Without shame, care, or regard, the Quincy had daringly opted for absolutely no lower wear with the exception of a silky black thong. Why? Because she could, because it was wrong, and completely against what she normally would have done. Black thigh highs and black heels completed the look, matching the temporarily short look of her jet black hair.

”Oh come on,” said the woman as she extended her hands to place both on the muscular abdomens of two of the larger Demons, ”Were you not briefed in the nature of this situation? Such a shame.”

As she said so her hands began to trace down their bodies. She made it a point to allow her fingers to find and round the edges and contours of the musculature in their midsection. Throughout she had what looked like a completely genuine expression of interest and fondness. As far as the Demons were concerned, they had certainly been briefed, but it stands to reason they would have passed it off as a lie or nonsense; it couldn’t be true, could it? But alas, they seemed to be enjoying the way she looked and what she was doing… the sweet summer children… As her hand would have reached the area that led most men into ruin, her hands would glow indicating something was about to happen, but it was then her thoughts were interrupted. Either a known voice or a known energy had managed to stop her train of thought from doing what she was about to do. Luckily for the Demons, not only had the situation managed to catch their interest but Sofia’s too. Had she been allowed to continue, the group of them would have likely been shot or stabbed in an area that would ensure they’d never feel the loving and addicting embrace of complete degeneracy.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Sat Nov 02, 2019 7:26 pm

If the walls had ears, they would be rather comforted from the sound of cloth being rubbed against them.

Ah, at last, she's here~ Joyous day, she has arrived. The Evil Angel felt his lips curling into a satisfied smile, one hand running back through his hair. I was getting worried… But I can feel that energy. That pulsating darkness, now in service to something far greater… He let out a contented sigh, wringing his hands out, one foot stepping in front of the other as he made his way out of the Monastery.

Heh.. He could feel the demons he was bonded to as they accosted her; they had been given some rather contradictory instructions. Just the week before, Sunshine had sat down with them, reminding them of everything she had ever done. Or rather, they had allowed for him to strap them down into a part of the monastery while he reignited the despair they had felt from their comrades being slain by her. That had continued for some hours. And what a meal it was… just thinking about it makes me hungry. The Davana of Despair chuckled to himself, wondering how they would react to her now.

Ah, confusion… danger. Danger, danger, danger… Their emotions flowed back into him from their demonic bond with the Archbishop, sending tingles up and down his spine. They may have been told what she would be doing for them, now… but after what Sunshine had done to them, it would be difficult for them to hold back their aggression. Sunshine stepped out into the streets of Demon World, the street beginning to clear out as he walked. Finally, he came to a stop where she had landed, catching the back end of what she had to say to his toys.

"…They were plenty briefed." He told her, that light smile resting on his gaze. "Unfortunately… they're not the brightest followers of our Goddess. You make them feel quite a lot of despair just from thinking of you… I imagine that won't change any time soon. I'm amazed they did not attack you immediately…" One hand reached out, fingers admiring the cloth wrapped around her shoulder. His fingers rubbed against the fabric, the natural magnetism he exuded drifting against her body. She had felt it before; that same tingling that had passed between them previously, over and over again.

"They probably didn't recognize you. Not like this.. Not so honestly."

The white haired man let out a slow breath, before letting his hand return to him again. "Now then. I've got a present for you, come on." He told her with an earnest tone in his voice, doing a 180 and walking back over to the Monastery.

It sat unassuming in this district of the city. Even from this distance, though, it was plenty possible for Sofia to feel… Sunshine from it. The same feeling she had gotten from him in that moment when she had first given into the power and freedom he had promised. It practically oozed from the walls of this place. An Asian styliized monastery with eyeballs added for aesthetics in numerous places, giving the whole thing an eldritch feel. Pleasure and despair, unity and joy… these feelings emanated tangibly from where Sunshine was leading her.

"What do you think..? How'd you like them to be the first to assist you? They've been specially trained to have conflicting, intense feelings about you. I'm sure you could find a way to better establish yourself within our ranks if you use them properly."

Sunshine wanted to appeal to that side of her she had shown him before. That need to dominate, to use stepping stones to gain further power. Like she had requested of him before; to keep up with her.

Well, if that was what it would take… then that was what he would do. Being the servant of Khalaism that he was; he'd do it in his own way, and enjoy every second of it…

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