Lord Diablo held up a single clawed finger indicating to Andariel that he wished her to stop speaking for a moment. The Maiden of Anguish was no fool and she had stopped before the digit had been fully extended. Diablos nose twitched as he felt-sensed something approaching. Something powerful and wicked and yet... almost mortal.
Now Andariel could feel it as well. As the feeling clarified into a distinctly female presence Diablo smiled.
"DarkChild!" was the single word he growled with pleasure.
"Coming here, Lord?" Andariel risked asking.
"Yes!" Diablo stood and moved two steps away from his throne. "I have always desired to meet this mortal wench. How nice she has decided to pay me a visit."
Andariel moved to stand next to Diablo, even though her own eight foot height was dwarfed by the might of the Lord of Hell, she still presented an impressive form. Her body was that of a well endowed human female, clad in only a g-string but with four scorpion style legs and tail extending from her back.
"Permit me to stay Lord?" she requested. She too desired to meet the young Mistress of Limbo. She was curious as to how such a frail thing as a human female could garner the respect which she had heard as rumors from her fellow Named Demons.
"Of course my dear Maiden, of course. As long as you keep your mouth shut." Diablo warned her and grinned. "She's here."
As one the turned towards the open flat stone, perhaps fifty feet across, filled with Diablos personal symbol. There in the center a disk of golden light appeared followed instantly by S'ym and his Mistress. The disk faded again upon their arrival.
"DarkChild." Diablo rumbled in pleasure yet again.
"Lord Diablo." the blond girl responded and bowed on one knee, S'ym quickly following the gesture. "I am pleased to be recognized by such an auspicious entity as yourself."
She slyly watched the slight twitch of Diablos face as he tried to remember what that word meant. Finally deciding that there was no insult tended and gave her a slight acknowledging bow and allowed her to stand.
"And the Lady Andariel, a pleasure doubled." She openly allowed her eyes to rake across the Maidens mostly naked form in appreciation of her ample womanly attributes. The gaze and it's implication that Andariel was more appealing than himself was not lost on Diablo but again there was nothing to take umbrage at.
"And what can the Lord of Hell do for the Mistress of Limbo." Not so subtly reminding her of their respective stations, although he had elevated his own.
"I have come to make an appeal to which only one of the Lords of Hell could hope to satisfy."
At the slight stress of the word one S'ym wanted to run in terror. Provoking local demons and maybe a Named bastard or two was one thing but to match wits against an omega level power was suicide in his book. But she was the Boss and she was still smiling nicely, as was Diablo, for now.
Andariel on the other hand had acquired a sly look to her eyes and neatly side stepped twice, giving the indication that she was simply an observer in this particular game. Although she was the Maiden of Anguish, she had no desire to partake in that particular experience at the moment.
Diablo, fortunately, only heard the fact that he had something which the DarkChild desired. A bargaining point in his favor and to his knowledge she had nothing he desired.
"And who, little mortal, could that Lord of Hell be?" Of course he knew the answer, he just wanted to hear her say it and the little mortal couldn't be taken as an insult for, in comparison to him, it was true.
"Why the great Lord of Terror, of course, my dear Diablo." DarkChilds eyes danced in merriment as he accepted the compliment and the tiny slight of omitting his title while addressing him. Another twitch of his upper lip indicated that he was beginning to tire of these games of words but he had trapped himself into playing.
"So you come before me, to ask a boon..." as he spoke he moved back to his throne and looked over his shoulder "dressed as a mortal. I should be offended."
Andariel translated to herself: I will be offended if you do not show me your true form. Now! How like Diablo to demand something which DarkChild would probably give freely. Andariel turned her gaze back to DarkChild to await her answer.
She did not have long to wait. A single thought began the change which was finished a moment later. Now standing before them was the form of a true demoness. Both Diablo, from his throne, and Andariel took a moment to drink in the DarkChilds true beauty.
Her skin was now red, eyes pools of yellow-gold the same color as her hair. Her legs were now like the ancient satyrs, re-bent with cloven hooves. Her armor had retreated into a armless top which left her midriff bare and a metallic thong underneath a long red cape. The long thin black horns extended from her forehead above each eye, swept upwards and back. She now stood at eight feet tall and still with the regal bearing she had maintained through the entire visit.
"And does this please the Lord Diablo?" DarkChild asked in a now slightly deeper and echoing voice. Andariel at least found the change, all of them, much more stimulating.
"Very much so." Diablo looked on with apparent lust. For a half- breed she is really quiet fetching. He thought to himself. "Now, of this boon you seek..."
DarkChild smiled her lovely and lethal smile. Diablos games had come to an end but hers were about to begin in earnest.
"I have come into the knowledge that you have a living soul in your possession." That caught Diablo off guard and his eyes narrowed at the young Magus. "A soul by the name of Angel. I wish to bargain for his life."
"NO!" Diablo responded simply. "My little mortal Angel is here to stay. Nothing you can offer will change that."
Now it was DarkChilds turn to narrow her eyes. "Without even hearing my side of the bargain?"
"Speak then but be quick about it!" He was quickly losing his patience and S'ym was becoming more nervous, as was Andariel. S'yms Mistress smiled and took a more seductive pose as she spoke.
"As you know, I am not restrained by the Powers-That-Be." As she said this Andariels eyes widened and back stiffened in Terror.
Just to mention that name had been known to send Lord Diablo into a rage and that was when he was in a good mood. She slowly turned her head as DarkChild continued speaking. "As such I offer you my services for three distinct events of your choosing."
Diablos eyes were a maelstrom of fury as he lent forward upon his throne, his taloned hands slightly crushing the ends of the arm rests. His thoughts were focused soley upon her first words not 'restrained by THEM.'
"I am NOT restrained by THEM, DARKCHILD!"
DarkChild pretended to be taken aback by Lord Diablos statement "Forgive me Lord Diablo, I did not mean to infer any such thing"
Like HELL you didn't! Andariel thought to herself and slowly began making her way towards the exit. She didn't want to draw attention to herself and she wanted to leave as quickly as possible. DarkChilds next statement turned that thought into one of LEAVE NOW! Fuck'em if he sees or NOT! and she ran.
"I am sure that I do not need to remind the Lord of Terror that Angel is an innocent soul, by their standards, and that they make take action to see him receive the fate he so deserves." Diablo had stopped listening but she continued. "I only wanted to see you gain by his departure rather than suffer a loss."
First she had the audacity to even mention their hated name in his presence, IN HIS OWN HOME. And then to SUGGEST that HE, LORD Diablo, was actually restricted by those doddering self absorbed fools in their higher dimension. And NOW to say that they could simply come and take his prize from HIM. His control was completely gone before her last words had been uttered but they served to seal the coffin, as it were.
"How DARE you! Not only do you mention THEIR name in MY presence but you imply that I, LORD DIABLO, are in some way restrained by THEM! AND that THEY would dare to enter MY realm to remove MY prize."
He came off his throne and began stalking towards the DarkChild. As his Mistress stood there quietly, S'ym was in almost a total panic, which he would never let show. Lord Diablo was about to come over and crush them like an insect and she hadn't summoned a stepping disk yet. He wished he could turn tail and run as Andariel just did.
"Uh, Boss?"
"DARKCHILD, nothing in any realm of reality will save you from my WRATH!" he was two full paces away when the golden disk appeared and S'ym and his Mistress disappeared. Diablos resultant rage could be felt across the dimension from any corner. It was a rage to make his eldest brother Mephisto proud.
--- --- ---
S'ym and his, now mortal seeming, Mistress reappeared in her throne room an instant after leaving Diablo. She scampered up onto her throne and summoned her scrying crystal with a grin from ear-to-ear. It appeared immediately and began showing her images of Lord Diablo raging across his cavern and destroying anything which would fit within his claws.
"Could you have waited any longer Boss?" S'ym asked in an angry growl. After all, that had been THE Lord of Terror they had been dealing with and not even the DarkChild within her own realm would be able to defeat such a monstrosity of power.
"Oh, probably another second or two." She smiled slyly at her servant "Why S'ym? Eager to try it again?" She laughed as the demon visibly paled for a moment. The scene in her crystal brought her attention back to it. Diablo was calming down from his tantrum.
"Diablo is a big dude down there Boss. Might'n he seek revenge for that little stunt you pulled?" S'ym asked as he wandered closer to the throne to get a better look.
The DarkChild shrugged "If I left him be, he would probably forget that this little episode ever happened. I didn't hurt him after all, just upset him a little." She sat back against her chair and watched her chief demon mull that over for a bit.
"We're not finished with the Big Guy yet?" It was only halfway a question. He was hoping that he was wrong.
"Oh no, S'ym. We've barely begun." Her lovely and lethal smile returned "I just needed to stir him up a little." Her hand made a casual gesture as she spoke and the scene in her crystal changed once again.
"Ya mean, that the whole point of visit'n him was to piss him off?" S'ym didn't know whether to be outraged at or proud of his Mistress.
"And to set the stage for Act 2." S'ym took two steps back as she rose and came down off the thrones dais. "I won't be gone long."
As she spoke the demoness returned in the same outfit as before. She then summoned another stepping disk and vanished. S'ym was left to ponder what he had seen last in the scrying crystal before it had been dispelled by her departure.
"Lord Diablo is not going to like this one bit." He muttered to himself.
Now Andariel could feel it as well. As the feeling clarified into a distinctly female presence Diablo smiled.
"DarkChild!" was the single word he growled with pleasure.
"Coming here, Lord?" Andariel risked asking.
"Yes!" Diablo stood and moved two steps away from his throne. "I have always desired to meet this mortal wench. How nice she has decided to pay me a visit."
Andariel moved to stand next to Diablo, even though her own eight foot height was dwarfed by the might of the Lord of Hell, she still presented an impressive form. Her body was that of a well endowed human female, clad in only a g-string but with four scorpion style legs and tail extending from her back.
"Permit me to stay Lord?" she requested. She too desired to meet the young Mistress of Limbo. She was curious as to how such a frail thing as a human female could garner the respect which she had heard as rumors from her fellow Named Demons.
"Of course my dear Maiden, of course. As long as you keep your mouth shut." Diablo warned her and grinned. "She's here."
As one the turned towards the open flat stone, perhaps fifty feet across, filled with Diablos personal symbol. There in the center a disk of golden light appeared followed instantly by S'ym and his Mistress. The disk faded again upon their arrival.
"DarkChild." Diablo rumbled in pleasure yet again.
"Lord Diablo." the blond girl responded and bowed on one knee, S'ym quickly following the gesture. "I am pleased to be recognized by such an auspicious entity as yourself."
She slyly watched the slight twitch of Diablos face as he tried to remember what that word meant. Finally deciding that there was no insult tended and gave her a slight acknowledging bow and allowed her to stand.
"And the Lady Andariel, a pleasure doubled." She openly allowed her eyes to rake across the Maidens mostly naked form in appreciation of her ample womanly attributes. The gaze and it's implication that Andariel was more appealing than himself was not lost on Diablo but again there was nothing to take umbrage at.
"And what can the Lord of Hell do for the Mistress of Limbo." Not so subtly reminding her of their respective stations, although he had elevated his own.
"I have come to make an appeal to which only one of the Lords of Hell could hope to satisfy."
At the slight stress of the word one S'ym wanted to run in terror. Provoking local demons and maybe a Named bastard or two was one thing but to match wits against an omega level power was suicide in his book. But she was the Boss and she was still smiling nicely, as was Diablo, for now.
Andariel on the other hand had acquired a sly look to her eyes and neatly side stepped twice, giving the indication that she was simply an observer in this particular game. Although she was the Maiden of Anguish, she had no desire to partake in that particular experience at the moment.
Diablo, fortunately, only heard the fact that he had something which the DarkChild desired. A bargaining point in his favor and to his knowledge she had nothing he desired.
"And who, little mortal, could that Lord of Hell be?" Of course he knew the answer, he just wanted to hear her say it and the little mortal couldn't be taken as an insult for, in comparison to him, it was true.
"Why the great Lord of Terror, of course, my dear Diablo." DarkChilds eyes danced in merriment as he accepted the compliment and the tiny slight of omitting his title while addressing him. Another twitch of his upper lip indicated that he was beginning to tire of these games of words but he had trapped himself into playing.
"So you come before me, to ask a boon..." as he spoke he moved back to his throne and looked over his shoulder "dressed as a mortal. I should be offended."
Andariel translated to herself: I will be offended if you do not show me your true form. Now! How like Diablo to demand something which DarkChild would probably give freely. Andariel turned her gaze back to DarkChild to await her answer.
She did not have long to wait. A single thought began the change which was finished a moment later. Now standing before them was the form of a true demoness. Both Diablo, from his throne, and Andariel took a moment to drink in the DarkChilds true beauty.
Her skin was now red, eyes pools of yellow-gold the same color as her hair. Her legs were now like the ancient satyrs, re-bent with cloven hooves. Her armor had retreated into a armless top which left her midriff bare and a metallic thong underneath a long red cape. The long thin black horns extended from her forehead above each eye, swept upwards and back. She now stood at eight feet tall and still with the regal bearing she had maintained through the entire visit.
"And does this please the Lord Diablo?" DarkChild asked in a now slightly deeper and echoing voice. Andariel at least found the change, all of them, much more stimulating.
"Very much so." Diablo looked on with apparent lust. For a half- breed she is really quiet fetching. He thought to himself. "Now, of this boon you seek..."
DarkChild smiled her lovely and lethal smile. Diablos games had come to an end but hers were about to begin in earnest.
"I have come into the knowledge that you have a living soul in your possession." That caught Diablo off guard and his eyes narrowed at the young Magus. "A soul by the name of Angel. I wish to bargain for his life."
"NO!" Diablo responded simply. "My little mortal Angel is here to stay. Nothing you can offer will change that."
Now it was DarkChilds turn to narrow her eyes. "Without even hearing my side of the bargain?"
"Speak then but be quick about it!" He was quickly losing his patience and S'ym was becoming more nervous, as was Andariel. S'yms Mistress smiled and took a more seductive pose as she spoke.
"As you know, I am not restrained by the Powers-That-Be." As she said this Andariels eyes widened and back stiffened in Terror.
Just to mention that name had been known to send Lord Diablo into a rage and that was when he was in a good mood. She slowly turned her head as DarkChild continued speaking. "As such I offer you my services for three distinct events of your choosing."
Diablos eyes were a maelstrom of fury as he lent forward upon his throne, his taloned hands slightly crushing the ends of the arm rests. His thoughts were focused soley upon her first words not 'restrained by THEM.'
"I am NOT restrained by THEM, DARKCHILD!"
DarkChild pretended to be taken aback by Lord Diablos statement "Forgive me Lord Diablo, I did not mean to infer any such thing"
Like HELL you didn't! Andariel thought to herself and slowly began making her way towards the exit. She didn't want to draw attention to herself and she wanted to leave as quickly as possible. DarkChilds next statement turned that thought into one of LEAVE NOW! Fuck'em if he sees or NOT! and she ran.
"I am sure that I do not need to remind the Lord of Terror that Angel is an innocent soul, by their standards, and that they make take action to see him receive the fate he so deserves." Diablo had stopped listening but she continued. "I only wanted to see you gain by his departure rather than suffer a loss."
First she had the audacity to even mention their hated name in his presence, IN HIS OWN HOME. And then to SUGGEST that HE, LORD Diablo, was actually restricted by those doddering self absorbed fools in their higher dimension. And NOW to say that they could simply come and take his prize from HIM. His control was completely gone before her last words had been uttered but they served to seal the coffin, as it were.
"How DARE you! Not only do you mention THEIR name in MY presence but you imply that I, LORD DIABLO, are in some way restrained by THEM! AND that THEY would dare to enter MY realm to remove MY prize."
He came off his throne and began stalking towards the DarkChild. As his Mistress stood there quietly, S'ym was in almost a total panic, which he would never let show. Lord Diablo was about to come over and crush them like an insect and she hadn't summoned a stepping disk yet. He wished he could turn tail and run as Andariel just did.
"Uh, Boss?"
"DARKCHILD, nothing in any realm of reality will save you from my WRATH!" he was two full paces away when the golden disk appeared and S'ym and his Mistress disappeared. Diablos resultant rage could be felt across the dimension from any corner. It was a rage to make his eldest brother Mephisto proud.
--- --- ---
S'ym and his, now mortal seeming, Mistress reappeared in her throne room an instant after leaving Diablo. She scampered up onto her throne and summoned her scrying crystal with a grin from ear-to-ear. It appeared immediately and began showing her images of Lord Diablo raging across his cavern and destroying anything which would fit within his claws.
"Could you have waited any longer Boss?" S'ym asked in an angry growl. After all, that had been THE Lord of Terror they had been dealing with and not even the DarkChild within her own realm would be able to defeat such a monstrosity of power.
"Oh, probably another second or two." She smiled slyly at her servant "Why S'ym? Eager to try it again?" She laughed as the demon visibly paled for a moment. The scene in her crystal brought her attention back to it. Diablo was calming down from his tantrum.
"Diablo is a big dude down there Boss. Might'n he seek revenge for that little stunt you pulled?" S'ym asked as he wandered closer to the throne to get a better look.
The DarkChild shrugged "If I left him be, he would probably forget that this little episode ever happened. I didn't hurt him after all, just upset him a little." She sat back against her chair and watched her chief demon mull that over for a bit.
"We're not finished with the Big Guy yet?" It was only halfway a question. He was hoping that he was wrong.
"Oh no, S'ym. We've barely begun." Her lovely and lethal smile returned "I just needed to stir him up a little." Her hand made a casual gesture as she spoke and the scene in her crystal changed once again.
"Ya mean, that the whole point of visit'n him was to piss him off?" S'ym didn't know whether to be outraged at or proud of his Mistress.
"And to set the stage for Act 2." S'ym took two steps back as she rose and came down off the thrones dais. "I won't be gone long."
As she spoke the demoness returned in the same outfit as before. She then summoned another stepping disk and vanished. S'ym was left to ponder what he had seen last in the scrying crystal before it had been dispelled by her departure.
"Lord Diablo is not going to like this one bit." He muttered to himself.
