Casino Neptune. Voted one of the top vacation spots in all the universe, where hordes of different alien races converge to party and gamble away.
A golden paradise, floating in a sea of dangerous gases, invites trouble around every turn. But its two owners, the lovely couple Priscilla and Neptune, are usually able to handle whatever comes knocking on their doorstep.
But today, two small figures cast a massive shadow over this paradise. A strange human with chimera-like features, and a portly cherub with devilish pink eyes.
Floating afar, the cherub crafts wicked idea after wicked idea in her head as she stares bitterly at the tip-top of the casino.
"Today is the day I'll get my revenge on your pathetic lovebirds," The cherub cooed with subdued laughter, "Enjoy your last moments of luxury and pleasure, for I shall take it all away in an instant...! Hahahah!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Her laughter echoed grimly across the atmosphere.
Chapter 69: A Sinful, Creeping Shadow
Morning rises on yet another day for Casino Neptune. Up top in their humble, trillionaire abode, the odd couple of Priscilla and Neptune stir awake in their heart-shaped bed.
Priscilla has her fingernails dug softly into her pillow, having slept wonderfully to dreams of gold and adventure.
"Darling." The soft, tired sounds of her wife stir her eyelids open, where she then suddenly awakens to the sight of her wife, practically naked, staring at her from just a few inches away.
She was looking marvelous, her lavender skinned face dazzling like morning dew off a sapphire. But also, there was a hint of embarrassment pressed between her lips.
"You're doing it again." She said playfully, giving Priscilla a peck on the lips.
Priscilla's heart jolted, and at the same time, she felt a heavy object on her back rise up and throw their sheets off. As it turned out, her dragon tail had subconsciously appeared and wrapped itself around her wife in the middle of the night.
Priscilla's pink cheeks turned exceptionally red and she wrapped that wily tail of hers around her wife again, forcing her inward for a hug.
"Good morning, Belle."
"Mmmm, good morning to you too, Priscilla." Belle softly embraced her back.
With their morning affection out of the way the two rose out of bed and got dressed, albeit not without a little bit of half-naked flirting on Belle's end.
Priscilla had to keep her at tail's length, lest they both be late for work, even if it meant her body was left screaming for a pleasure that would not be satisfied.
With both their fancy suits on Priscilla pecked her wife once on the forehead and left for another day on the job, leaving Belle to just play around by her lonesome up in their house.
The train ride was short, as per usual, gave her time to shake off the last bit of tiredness with a yawn, and also put her lustful cravings on ice.
Midway through the ride, however, her scaly skin tingled and she suddenly turned to the left muttering, "What's that...?"
She narrowed her draconic eyes and swore she saw two mite-sized figures in the distance, but once she blinked they were gone.
"...Hrrrm," She pulled away and leaned her fist up against her cheek, letting out another yawn, "Just my imagination..."
When her ride reached the bottom she got out and stretched her arms up high, her suit snugly embracing her muscles.
She then tucked her hands into her pockets and headed out into the main lobby.
Business was hustling as usual, even this early in the morning. The slot machines played a melody of greed while dices and chips danced across the tables.
Two bulbous, top-heavy men without arms in black suits nudged their cragstone brows up while saying, "Boss."
"Gentlemen." She said back with a casual wave of her right hand.
She climbed down the stairs at a brisk pace and stared around at the immediate area. So far everyone seemed to be getting along, but all it took was one minor infraction to start a bloody brawl.
She decided to head towards the gambling tables and sniff out potentially some manner of cheating device. It didn't matter if it was made of silver, gold, copper, or some other type of metal, every scent that entered her snout she recognized.
After five minutes of this she suddenly stopped in place and thrust her narrowed gaze towards the poker table muttering, "Got you."
She strolled on up to the table and grabbed the wrist of a bipedal dinosaur alien roughly two feet taller than her, forcing them to turn around as she hoisted the arm up and peeled the sleeve down. Wrapped around their arm was a bracelet with dimensional transportation technology so that he could teleport in any card he needed for his hands.
Priscilla sneered and squeezed the patrons' wrist until the device broke, remarking, "You dumbass, what made you think you're special enough to break the rules?"
Through a series of grunts and growls the beast started nudging his head left and right. The other people at the table, dinosaurs of different species, all turned around drawing their laser guns from their suits, their laser sights aimed at Priscilla's head.
Priscilla's eyes darted around to them slowly, upon which she stared at the cheating ringleader with a wide-open, fanged grin and chuckled.
A minute later the cheaters were being carried out in stretchers, one of them having their leg twisted all the way around while another had their weapon shoved up their ass.
Priscilla clapped the dust off her hands and then waddled on up to the table, taking out a few chips from her pocket to ante up for a game.
"I'll just play a few rounds to wind down..."
After a while she walked away with a few chips more than she started with, on top of having her body's tension relieved like she had gotten a thorough massage from Belle.
"That's the good stuff...!" She took one look up at the pillar of clocks to the west and briefly freaked out upon recognizing that an hour had passed.
"Shit!" She muttered, huffing out a few embers with her sigh, "Belle's going to tease me for this later."
She got back to work, tightening her fists in her pocket as the gravitational pull of temptation radiated from each and every table she passed by.
This required a cold one to get her mind distracted. She made her way around to the escalator and headed on up to the second floor, feeling a tingling for a good ol' alien brew.
But on the way towards one of her favorite bars she overheard some vicious rustling coming from the slot machines.
"Eh...?" She tilted her head to the right and saw a large reptilian bipedal Krogan and a tall, furry Wookie having it out near some slot machines.
"Feh...!" She turned with a narrowing, pissed off glare, "Couldn't this have waited?"
She marched on up, listening in on the two's conversation being spoken in their alien tongues.
"(You keep winning! I want your luck, and your money!)" Moaned the Wookie as he grabbed onto the arms of the Krogan and prepared to rip them off.
The Krogan was stronger than appearances gave him credit for, as he fought back the furry fiend's incredible strength by headbutting him in the chest and exclaiming, "(Piss off, slave beast! This money is rightfully mine!)"
The Wookie charged right back in and clawed the Krogan across the face, knocking them to the ground as they roared triumphantly, "(Give it to me! I want it! I'll take it!)"
Priscilla jumped in front of the Wookie's violent claw swing and grabbed his wrist in her left hand. She then glared at the Wookie's black eyes and growled, "(If you want to take your anger out, do it on your own worlds!)"
The Wookie reared his head back and shouted, "(His luck will be mine! Get out of my way!)"
He then started swinging his other claw at Priscilla viciously, with her dodging and weaving around a bit before effortlessly tossing the Wookie onto its back. She then stamped her foot down on its chest to knock it out.
"Honestly...The nerve of some customers," She groaned, pulling her foot off and wiggling it around in the air, "You'd think our reputation would precede us by now."
Suddenly she found the Krogan jumping her from behind and embracing her tight around the waist, "(That was incredible! You have a powerful warrior's spirit! Will you be my wife?)"
Priscilla elbowed them in the gut and uttered, "(Already married, scale breath, now if you'll excuse me...)"
Leaving the Krogan hunched over shouting "(I love you!)" Priscilla rolled her eyes and continued on her merry way to the bar.
This bar, for lack of a better descriptor, was a quarter-mile wide and lined with stools for the customers to sit down and enjoy their drinks, while a couple of floating octopi with glow-in-the-dark tentacles served them.
Priscilla wandered on up to a stool and tapped her fingernails on the counter, "Hey bartender, one Fizzled Brimstone Ale."
One fizzy red drink was whipped up with a couple black ice cubes put into it, then slid across the table into Priscilla's hand. She then dropped a few of her chips to be cashed in for payment and took a sip.
The drink popped against her cheeks like magma bubbling, while the liquid coldly slid down her throat, leaving her huffing out a nice, black smoke ring and settling into a smile.
"That's the stuff..." She set the drink down and fiddled around with the ice using her fingernail, blending in with the crowd of universal miscreants around her to soak in some of the latest gossip.
There was some stuff about battles for territory on other planets, a few disgruntled mumbles about C.O.G.S., you know, the usual shit.
Priscilla finished off her first drink and ordered another. The customers shuffled out for new ones, and with it came new gossip. Nothing really struck her fancy at first, until she perked her ears up towards a conversation two Covenant Elites were having.
"Have you heard? There were whispers of the God of Destruction, Beerus, being seen in this galaxy."
"One of the twelve Great Destroyers? Impossible. Their existence is a rumor to scare childish races from conquest."
Priscilla drowned out the rest of their talk by stirring the ice in her glass. With a brutish scoff she muttered, "Beerus, the God of Destruction...He'd make a good opponent."
A fire stirred in her heart, and she puffed out a few embers in frustration, "But yet again, a powerful foe eludes me, drawn only to his world."
"Feh...!" She said, rustling her snout, "For once, I wish the Justeks and Ba'als of the universe would come here."
She closed her eyes and imagined herself standing face-to-face with a black silhouette that towered over volcanoes. Her draconic form battered, bloody, but thriving in the heat of battle as an empty planet exploded all around from the weight of their titanic duel.
Her body shivered from head-to-toe and left her scaly arms riddled with goosebumps, "Ooooh what a wonderful day that would be..."
"..." She pouted with another huff of smoke from her nostrils, then went and downed her entire drink in one gulp. Upon planting the glass on the counter she muttered, "Feh! Maybe I ought to just bite the bullet and fight that boy after all."
She left the bar muttering "I'll consider it on my next day off" and then went about her business feeling a little bit more refreshed.
She wandered around the second floor for a while. There were a few aliens sleeping near the coin fountain. A couple idiots were dipping their wiggly limbs in "secret" to snag a few extra coins, so she dunked their heads in the water to dampen their spirits and raise hers.
The second floor seemed pretty calm otherwise though, so she left to the third floor. One of the busiest ones thanks to the assortment of high-grade restaurants featuring top-rated chefs from across the universe.
Though the crowds were thicker she pushed her way through without much trouble. What was great about this job was that, among everyone else, she didn't really stand out that much. Which meant it was easy to pick out every single miscreant before they could try and run away.
For example...
"(Arrghh...! You're always winning! I want to win too! Let me have it! Give it to me!)"
An argument was breaking out between a Covenant Elite and a gangly, four-eyed green blob known as a Tyhrranoid.
It seems the Tyhrranoid was instigating the conflict by pointing his gun to the Elite's face, to which the Covenant drew his weapon in turn.
"Pick what you value the most. This money, or your life!" The Covenant growled, his hand firmly on the trigger, while the Tyhrranoid showed no fear.
"(Your life will be mine, and I steal your luck from your corpse!") The Tyhrranoid growled back.
"Another brawl..." Priscilla sighed and cricked her neck around, then began to shove through the onlookers.
During which, only one figure was walking away from the scene. A black-haired human, with goat legs and a snake-headed tail.
Priscilla froze momentarily and by the time she shifted her eyes back, the person in question was gone, leaving behind this strange chill in the air that had the halfling seeing her own breath.
"What was that...?" She took a whiff of the fouled air, and smelled a ghastly blend of fire and stone unlike anything she'd ever encountered before.
Her body on edge, she nevertheless continued to push through the crowd upon hearing the whirring of the miscreants' guns.
She dashed right between them, wrenched their guns out, and crushed them in her hands. The energy within exploded and left her skin covered in soot.
She cared more about glaring at both figures, particularly the Tyhrranoid, "(You can't steal someone's luck. Either you have it, or you don't. If you're going to hurt someone over something so stupid-"
She widened her eyes as the Tyhrranoid went feral and tried lunging at her to get to the Covenant Elite. His arms were flailing past her while the Elite just stood there looking dumbstruck.
"(Mine! I must have it! If I can't have luck, then I'll hate you to the heat death of the universe!)"
"What is wrong with this slimy fuck?" Priscilla grit her teeth and put her all into elbowing the beast in the gut, where its lungs lied, winding it into an unconscious state of mind.
Priscilla slowly brought the alien to the floor and then gestured to the nearby guards to come over and carry them out.
Before they were hauled off, she snagged their chips from their vest pocket and handed it off to the Covenant Elite saying, "Sorry for the roughness."
"Hmph...!" The Elite swiped the chips from her hand and then turned back to the roulette table.
Priscilla laid a hand on her hip and "Hmph"ed him back as she turned and walked away. There was now this itch in the back of her head that she just couldn't shake.
"Two incidents practically back-to-back, both troublemakers demanding that someone 'give up their luck'," Priscilla tucked her hands into her pockets and tried to keep an easy-going feeling about her to lower suspicion towards herself as she gazed around the casino, "They spoke like men possessed. It seems...there might be some bigger trouble brewing here today."
It was the scent she smelled earlier that got her most concerned. It evoked a sense of nostalgia of her home planet, only colder, and more malicious.
"I don't like that smell one bit..." She flared her nostrils to puff out some aggressive smoke, then tightened her fists and began to weave through the casino on the hunt for anyone suspicious.
Easier said than done in this crowd.
She asked her fellow bouncers if they saw anything, but they all said the same thing: "Nope. All clear."
She rounded the first three floors twice over, combing every square inch for a hint of that foul, lingering scent. Nothing. An hour was wasted on a seemingly futile search.
"Maybe I was imagining things." She muttered under her breath as she took a seat next to the fountain to rest.
"I have been a little on edge lately..." She admitted to herself. Then, looking down at her own reflection in the water, she saw bags under her eyes.
Itching the tiny folds, she squeezed her eyes shut and curled a claw into her palm tightly, "Feh...! Perhaps its time for another vacation."
She crossed her legs and leaned her back to catch some mist on her face.
The sharp sound of shattering glass jolted her upright to a groan of, "What now?"
She ran behind the fountain and peered over the fence alongside a bunch of other aliens, watching as a tall, four-armed red-skinned Tetramand ripped a slot machine out of the floor. His target seemed to be a member of the green-blue diamond built Petrosapien race.
"You hard-headed piece of Vaxasaurian crud...!" Yelled the Tetramand as he broke the slot machine over the Petrosapien's head.
"Ugh...! I didn't cheat the machines! You're imagining things!" The Petrosapien sharpened his right arm until a sword and swung at the Tetramand's chest.
Priscilla leaped right over the edge and smashed the ground beside both figures upon landing. The Petrosapien stopped while the Tetramand clobbered him across the body with all arms.
"I wish I was as crafty as you! It makes me sick to my stomach how much better you are than me!" As the Tetramand jumped in to dent his fallen prey's skin, Priscilla ran forth and with her hands now big dragon claws, stopped all four arms at once.
"Alright you, you're coming with me for question-" The moment she lifted her head she saw something very bizarre staring her back.
Each of the Tetramand's pupils were currently divided into three and shaped like a triangle. He kept struggling forth without showing any signs of ceasing.
"What in the hell is this?!" Priscilla bared her fangs and shoved the Tetramand onto his back, where his back pulled up the carpet until it rested on the back of his head.
Priscilla then clapped her hands clean and muttered, "Ok, something's wrong. I need to alert Belle immediately."
The Petrosapien patted Priscilla on the shoulder and she immediately turned towards him with a nasty glare. But he merely waved at her and said, "Thank you for the assistance."
She huffed calmly and muttered, "Don't mention it."
The Petrosapien then brushed past her and hovered over the fallen Tetramand, "I'll finish this myself."
He pulled his arm back and sharpened it even further. Priscilla froze up with a frantic look in her eye as the Petrosapien said in an all too natural tone, "Your blood shall pay tribute to my lovely Lady Priscilla..."
Before the killing blow was struck Priscilla ran in and rammed her shoulder into the Petrosapien's chest to knock him down.
"What are you doing you psychopath?!" She growled with a draconic echo in her voice.
The Petrosapien stared her right back and muttered, "I-I'm only doing this for you, my love."
Priscilla punched him in the face to get him unconscious and then stood up feeling an uneasy tingling down her spine.
"What. The. Hell...?"
Suddenly a Covenant Elite was being thrown across in front of her, and a Wookie jumped on top of them and slammed them against a table full of paying customers.
"(Your warrior spirit...! I want it for my own!)"
"You don't deserve it! Lady Priscilla only has eyes for mine!"
The two were tearing into each other and dragging other customers into their brawl.
Priscilla jumped in and knocked both lunatics out with one punch, then stamped her foot down and yelled "Nobody move!" to the rest.
Her voice echoed throughout the casino, but obedience hadn't been earned. Right away she heard the sound of creaking metal a couple floors up. A smaller Tyhrranoid was trying to strangle a Shroob against the fence.
Not far away from that, another Tetramand was beating up a Krogan.
The bouncers were jumping in to assist, only to be swarmed by many aliens of similarly burly builds to get dragged into a crowded tussle of violence.
Priscilla grit her fangs in a scowl and muttered, "This is getting way out of hand, way too fast."
As much as it pained her to leave the customers to claw, punch and bleed each other out on the floor, she knew she couldn't handle this alone.
"Belle...! Shit, she better not be in danger!" Priscilla bolted for the stairs in the main lobby, sliding and dashing around all the fights breaking out without losing her stride.
Pillars and machines were breaking down. Whoever wasn't screaming about "stealing luck" instead seemed to be gripped with an insatiable lust for Priscilla.
She roughed up a few of the nastier folk unconscious with elbow checks and saw the stairs fast approaching. Suddenly though, a yellow and white alien called an Arburian Pelatora dropped out of the sky like a cannonball and completely smashed the stairs to pieces.
He unfurled in an unconscious state but his assailant, a Wookie, dropped down from the fourth floor after it and continued to claw and punch it viciously despite breaking its legs in the fall.
Priscilla grit her teeth and leaped up past the brawl and tried to make her way for the door.
Suddenly she was blasted by a concussive beam from a Covenant Elite's gun and knocked a few feet back. Clearly not his intended target, the scaly warrior raised his gun without hesitation and nevertheless continued firing.
She dug her claws into the ground and braced herself against the next few blasts until the alien was close enough for her to throw over her head and face-first into the floor.
"Don't have time for this!" She ran straight for the train station door.
Meanwhile, up in their humble home, Belle was enjoying a lonesome game of billiards to pass the time.
"Hmm hm hmm!" She rubbed a cue on the tip of her pole and hunched over the table to line up her first shot.
The clacking of balls breaking off and bouncing around the table was like a soliloquy to her ears.
"Aaaah." She sighed, feeling looser than an untied rope.
She rounded the table to take another shot, only to peer her head up and see her darling Priscilla walk into the room.
"Oh?" She raised her head and crossed the pool stick before her chest, "What are you doing back so early? Is something the matter?"
Belle rounded back to the other side and met her lover in the middle. Priscilla was cricking her neck and rubbing the back of her head, "Everything's fine down below, Belle. I-Its just..."
Her pink cheeks turned rosy red as she muttered like a lovestruck child, "I-I need you, right now."
Belle paused and chuckled with a smile, teasing smile, then stood on her tip-toes to rub Priscilla's head fondly, ignoring the horns tickling her palm.
"You're such a puppy sometimes, darling. Come here, I'll hold you and pamper you for a bit."
"T-Tsk...Do you have to say it like that?" Priscilla muttered before leaning in and resting her head against her wife's chest. Belle held her gently and stroked the back of her head all the way down to her neck. Priscilla growled but eventually settled into a soothing purr.
"Thanks..." She murmured.
"Those customers are really a pain in the butt sometimes, aren't they?" Belle said in a humored tone.
"Yes, they are." Priscilla said, creaking out a very, very wide smirk...
Down below in the Casino proper, Priscilla was caught up in a flood of customers beating the hell out of each and everyone gathered without any logic as to who or why they fight.
Priscilla swung her claws in a wide breadth to toss the crowds against the wall and slowly crawl her way forward to the VIP train. Blood and sweat splashed upon her face and the violence started tearing away at her suit. She grit her teeth as the crowd clamored back on top of her.
"ENOUGH!" She roared, rising to the full height her hind legs offered in dragon form, and blowing away the entire crowd in her path.
She smashed her front legs down and quickly reverted back to normal, pulling the right shoulder of her dress back up as she made a mad dash for the train and tossed herself right through the glass door.
The moment she rocked the train it shot off for her home, with her slowly pulling herself up on one claw to get a better look outside.
With her ride continuing to rise she stared aghast at the casino, wherein every floor had devolved into complete and utter chaos. As though the customers had been reduced to primal beasts, they tore into each other with hands and teeth, bloodying the once pristine walls and reducing all that had been built up into something fit for a scrapyard.
Priscilla's whole body shook so hard she crunched the side of the door beneath her claw and growled loudly, "Whoever did this...will die a thousand deaths in Hell...!"
A foul air permeated the entirety of the casino, centering around a single figure that approached the edge of the fifth floor.
They had black-hair and human-like features, save for their goat legs and snake-tail. The person weakly planted their hand against the glass and their vapid breaths fogged the glass. Beyond that fog, Priscilla saw them smile, their expression otherwise filled with malice.
Priscilla's heart skipped a beat and she rushed to the other side of the train, only to find the figure gone by the time she got there.
She punched and cracked the glass upon her fist and turned away, watching as the train continued to climb to their home.
Her thoughts were everywhere as she kicked down the door and hurried to find her wife. Were they even safe up here? Could this madness even be stopped by them alone?
All this and more left her so flustered that by the time she rounded the corner to the big open room her wife played in, her heart nearly collapsed out of her chest in disbelief.
Her loving wife was pampering her, a fake, with as much warmth as she would the real deal. And all the while the fake lapped it up with a devilish smirk, which was turned upon the real Priscilla with clear and utter contempt.
Priscilla's pupils shrank as despair collapsed upon her in a heap outweighing a dense star.
She had tried to remain calm and strong for the sake of her wife. But now this devil was violating the privacy and love they had valued more than all the gold and jewels in the world. And worse of all, Belle seemed to have no idea she was even being deceived.
So no long could the halfling constrain the magnitudes of hate in her quivering heart. Without so much as a thought for life or death she rampaged across the ground with her claw drawn back full of rage and screamed, "GET AWAY FROM HER YOU DEVIL!"
Belle perked up and looked befuddled towards Priscilla coming right at them.
Priscilla? laughed and began to rise to meet the real deal...
Only for the black-haired figure to suddenly lodge themselves between the two forces and grab right at Priscilla's claw mid-swing and stop it in place.
A windy shockwave blew back the figure's hair and revealed a triangular set of empty pupils in the middle of their emerald eyes, which stared straight into Priscilla's knowing nothing but hate, hate, and more hate.
"You're strong...!" The figure growled in a womanly drawl, "I HATE that you are...!"
The figure locked Priscilla in place for a solid ten seconds before she ripped her claw away, attempting to rip the figure's arm off at the same time.
"You bastard...!" She growled.
Belle turned to Priscilla? as they backed away. Immediately her eyes crossed and she swung the pool stick at them, which they dodged by making their way skyward.
Belle then followed through with a flurry of magic bolts from thin air, the deceiver gliding around them while a pink mist unfurled from their body.
"Heh heh heh...! Its all too easy with you mortals!" They laughed, their voice a mix of Priscilla's and that of an impish, old woman.
The veil subsiding, Priscilla? was revealed to be nothing more than a stubby, chubby cherub covered in pink.
Belle arched her brows and then swung her head to the right, calmly remarking to her darling, "I'm so, so sorry, Priscilla. I don't know how this little imp managed to deceive me."
Priscilla hunched over and a surge of power rushed out of her body, shaking the atmosphere around her, "Think nothing of it, Belle!"
She squeezed her fists and stared down the ebony-haired invader with grit and rage, "Who are you bastards?! And why are you doing this to our casino?!"
"Hmmm?" Belle stirred with curiosity and with a wave of her hand, she created a small portal overlooking the state of her casino. The sights of all her customers brawling each other with a relentless appetite for pain left her in a rare state of looking surprised.
She immediately shut off the portal and stared up at the cherub as they fell on their back, fluttering their tiny wings as their belly rumbled with laughter.
"Oh ho ho! Oh the look on your miserable mortal face is picture perfect!" She floated upright with a sinister smirk, her pink eyes glaring at her between eyelids made like porcelain glass.
"Doesn't it feel terrible? To build up so much, only for it to all come crumbling down in an instant?"
Belle narrowed her eyes with an icy, piercing glare and the cherub's smirk only grew.
"I am Amor, and that little patchwork freak over there is Vyvy. We are Leviathans of Sin. I'd assume someone spoke that title to you once before?"
"...Yes, as a matter of fact, someone did," Belle drew her pool stick down by her hip and with a flick of the other wrist drew three magically infused cards between her fingers, "So, you're Aava'ris' siblings, and you're after us to get revenge for killing him? Am I off?"
"Only slightly," Amor grinned, "I'm here for revenge towards Ba'al's demise too."
"Hmm, we had nothing to do with that." Belle said proudly.
"That makes no difference to me, you'll just be a means to an end for that part of our vengeance." Amor said, licking her lips in delight.
"I'm sure you like hearing them monologue, Belle, but if its fine with you I'd rather just tear these bastards' hearts out!" Priscilla said, immediately tackling after Vyvy, only for them to swing their left leg into Priscilla's face to stagger her a few feet side.
Priscilla rubbed the back of her hand on a now bruised cheek as Vyvy puffed her nostrils open and muttered, "So violent...! I wish I could be like that too...!"
"Feh...! Of course it was you who cursed our customers!" Priscilla drew her right hand back aggressively and flared her eyes open, "Then I just have to kill you to break the curse!"
Belle closed her eyes and softly turned her head to Amor, "Which I suppose leaves me to punish you."
"So arrogant," Amor clicked her tongue a few times and then drew a tiny trident prong bow in her right hand, "You may have beaten Aava'ris with trickery, but I am the trick master. You will fall to me, and fall for me, as your world falls around me."
"Then you shouldn't have revealed yourself," Belle chuckled, "For now luck shall favor you no longer!"
"We will see just who lady luck smiles upon..." Amor drew her bow back, Belle tightened her fingers around her cards. Vyvy drooped over and glared straight at Priscilla, who was tightened up with an abundance of rage and aggression.
Thus was this the beginning of a battle for the fate of not just the two's casino, but also their love...
Next Time: Jealousy Installation