Queen of Infernus, Pt. 1 Mar 14, 2020 14:20:23 GMT -5
Post by Emi on Mar 14, 2020 14:20:23 GMT -5
Prince of Hell, Pt. 1
Location: Any Planet
Write an RP to begin the awakening of the Prince of Hell.
Reward: +180 all stats, +60 exp, and unlocks Prince of Hell, Pt 2
Location: Any Planet
Write an RP to begin the awakening of the Prince of Hell.
Reward: +180 all stats, +60 exp, and unlocks Prince of Hell, Pt 2
Continued from here...
The statement of enjoying seeing Lilim try to ban the guild nearly got to her, managing to suppress both the desire to laugh loudly as well as hit him upside the head--one of her eyes twitched a few times at the response, surely--and while Gorflame's statements so far away from the fortress did not really get to her, Yan's double--or in this case, even triple--meaning with his words had brought forth more of a reaction than, perhaps, a normal person might have expected or displayed, yet Lilim managed to wrangle her emotions on the topic all the same.
It was honestly pointless to try and keep the Guild out of her empire and off her planets, and even then, that would just promote a seedier element in her society. Those seedier elements were, perhaps, not as unwelcome as some might expect, and Lilim honestly did not care what the citizenry did with their lives so long as they were loyal to her, but she also had a fair understanding of what kind of disruption that sort of element would breed if it was not tailored to either suppress or compete with it. Indeed, having a lot of criminals from other societies would either cause quite a few people to break their oaths of loyalty to her, bring her nation a lot of unwanted attention from other nations, or a combination of both. As much as the challenge intrigued the demoness, her society could not afford such a confrontation at either scale, not until her Empire was more firmly rooted in its culture and prestige. Additionally, business and trade were of paramount importance to the Infernal Dominion at this time (and probably would be for the foreseeable future, and Lilim could see quite far indeed--usually, anyway). No, barring passage of the Guild would only cause more problems than it would solve, even if she might not have liked them stalking her own kind, her own citizens.
Yan challenging her power like this though... it was probably on purpose, just to get her to be uncomfortable, and while Gorflame wasn't looking directly at her, she tried to hide it, but Yan knew so much about Lilim that even when disguised, he could see the few nervous (or angry) ticks of hers to see that he was, indeed, getting under her skin. She knew this sort of thing would happen, though, and honestly, she probably would have enjoyed the whole 'vacation' less if it had been someone that wouldn't push her buttons. That was the point of this whole thing, was it not? To see everyone's behavior and reactions honestly, rather than constantly having to behave themselves in front of their empress. Sure, some of them wouldn't, but she desired loyalty from them for a lot of reasons, and quite a few were more than willing to give her that loyalty. She needed this disguise, at least for now, so she would have to do everything she could to keep it up--even if that meant having to deal with Yan finding every button worth pushing, because deep down, she knew he would... though that did little to actually brace her for when he did push those buttons.
When she felt his leg against her own, she felt her knee leaning into him, a bit more of a flirty, almost sweetheart-like smile on her face as she looked towards him for a moment, though whether that was to keep up the facade of them being on vacation together as a couple or if that was genuinely how she felt at that moment... it was probably a little difficult to discern, but knowing the Succubus Queen as she normally was, this was practically tame compared to her lounging in his lap, completely naked, and--she had to stop herself from reminiscing there, lest her face get too warm and she lose what self-control she was managing to muster. They were not quite to the point of taking off their clothes and going at it--but there was no harm in idle flirting, right? That was what she was telling herself anyway.
Once their orders were made and they were waiting, Gorflame bringing up his question and conversational topics, Lilim looked towards Yan when he looked to her. His statement made her giggle a little in good humor and excitement, though there was a hysteria to her laughter that spoke volumes about the situation. Her smile was deep and her mirth was honest, though she was arguably more demonic than he was, she just had a very convincing disguise in her employment at the moment. The layers upon layers that were at work here had tickled her sense of humor that much, it was honestly rather refreshing.
She said nothing in response to his quip, feeling him touch her shoulder with his own and managing to meet him more or less half-way in the gesture, one that actually did make her face heat up just a little bit more, and her aura of lust seemed to increase ever so slightly, but she quickly put a lid on those sorts of thoughts and emotions, lest her identity be revealed so soon after they had arrived. All that work only to blow it? She refused to even consider it--she took a lot more pride in her work than that! Even so, she didn't seem to mind him flirting with others (or even having relationships with them). He had stated something to that effect a long while ago that his freedom was the biggest thing to him, even if he acted like it wasn't all that important sometimes, but the way he had looked at her back then... his freedom was absolutely the most important thing to him. Every other abuse or insult were things he could just justify in his own head somehow, but stealing someone else's freedom to choose? That had crossed a line with him.
To be perfectly honest as well, the more sex and relationships he had, the better--she was always one to encourage that sort of thing, the more the better, though only if it was honest expressions of the heart. As much as Yan might worry about the seedier elements of her society and forcing people to offer their bodies for sustenance... there was a line. Lilim had some of her trusted daughters and operatives intervene on that sort of thing, but only when necessary. There was a difference between forcing someone to do that sort of thing to live, but as before 'Coin matches Strength.' It was a difficult line to ride, especially when her own law crossed against her own preferences when it came to sexual expression--especially when those same people felt like they 'had' to in order to make the money needed for all other expenses. Those that were taken and forced against their will were protected by Lilim's daughters (and likely offered a place within Lilim's coven), but someone that voluntarily sold themselves into such labor, gave their bodies to another dishonestly... there was only so much you could do when it came to someone selling away their own freedom.
As much as it might frustrate Lilim, she gave these demons, these people, their freedom--so long as they remained loyal to her, she had no authority to supercede their decisions with their own freedom. Sometimes, people just didn't deserve that level of autonomy, and quite a few had no idea what to do with themselves when they had it, but it was theirs, and whatever they decided to do with it was their business, no matter how much it might be against her own personal values.
Yan snapped Lilim out of her thoughts as he showed off one of his demonic claws, his own aura pulsing a little bit with more power, now that he was actively using it, and of course, Lilim's smile grew a bit more--while she had to suppress her own, she never discouraged others from embracing the power they wielded, especially Yan. She knew that, somehow, exercising his power gave him some dark glint of joy, and seeing him exercise that power gave her a bit of joy as well, though she hardly knew anyone that disliked showing off their power, proving themselves powerful--from flexing to leveling buildings, she very much enjoyed displays of strength. This was hardly something so flashy, but she enjoyed it all the same, even if she was in human form.
Of course, Gorflame's face lit up with surprise, though that was followed by decided approval as he nodded at the display. "O-ho, I see: Interesting! I had not guessed... but I suppose our kind do come in all shapes and sizes, yes?" he said with a chuckle, his original question still having been unanswered, but by the way the two were interacting, it was clear that Gorflame was making the assumption that Yan probably wanted him to make anyway--at least to Lilim, it seemed like it. She definitely had the air of the adventurous girlfriend, anyway, and she found herself scooting her seat ever so closer to Yan's. Would that come across as too needy? Just another inch or two. There we go.
The next thing out of her companion's mouth truly caused her to lose her composure though, causing her to let out a barking laugh at the statement. She knew that, perhaps, Yan's dealings with Lucifer suggested he was more than just some idle toy or puppet, and he was probably a sort of spy for Lucifer as well, if Yan chose to be that for the dark prince of Hell, and yet the way Yan outright said it just caused her to relieve so much tension through laughter, almost like a night club dedicated to that sort of thing. He just tended to have that effect on her, even when he was trying to be deadly serious at that exact moment.
Gorflame, for his part, had a look of surprised incredulity on his features before he joined in on the laughter as well, their first drinks starting to arrive as well as several appetizers, mostly the local version of tortilla chips and salsa (though of a rather spicy variety), along with the local variant of fish-fingers. The fish in this world were quite diverse and hearty, so it took them a bit longer to cook than most, but they had this savory, almost-beef quality to them, due to their physique. What Lilim and Gorflame didn't immediately see, however, were the various people that were within earshot of Yan turning to look at him with several different looks--some were suspicious, some were hostile, some were in on the joke, and some look plain confused and flabbergasted. There was likely going to be a tavern brawl right then and there, had it not been for Yan's follow-up statement and laugh.
Sure enough, Yan laid out the deception--though was it really a deception? Technically they were on a sort of vacation, very technically speaking--and informed Gorflame that they were on something of a vacation, a date, one that would be a lot longer than most dates, but it was a hybrid of the two concepts, and Gorflame chuckled in his throat. "Well, if a good time is what you are seeking, you'll definitely find it here on this world, travellers. Most wouldn't think to come to this place for such a thing, but hey--might as well start building a reputation for tourism now, eh?" he said with a laugh, as if the idea was preposterous, but Lilim let out a thoughtful sound all the same, as if actually considering it. From Gorflame's perspective, it would probably seem like contemplating the rest of their 'date' together, but Lilim wasn't sure if tourism wasn't that much of a forgone conclusion.
Lilim felt her companion's hand on hers and wrapped her fingers into his, looking towards him with that girlfriend-like stare from her side of the table, though the way her eyes looked at him, it was clear she was contemplating a lot, lot more than just idle conversation around dinner. She fully intended to make it a date in every sense of the word, especially once it was just the two of them in some room somewhere. She had to be a bit careful, though, due to her disguise but... well, she was always hungry for that kind of entertainment.
"Oh, I understand that--Toffit's probably the worst place to take jobs from, considering. You're lucky if they even let you out of the space port, much less walk around to pursue a bounty. Never heard of 'Earth' though--Kelioux, on the other hand, I've been there a few times, though the locals are a strange bunch. Damaskia's too strict though--no bounty is stupid enough to go there, and even if they were, you'd have a harder time with the authorities than a few bounty hunters. Hell though... I wouldn't miss that place. You got the clans fighting each other, you got the territories fighting each other, you got those freedom-fighter squats trying to fight against Lucifer, it's just a colossal mess there. At least in bounty-hunting, you don't have to worry about loyalties--just you and the target. I like it simple like that."
Yan caught Lilim’s sweet stare at him, and looked back to her with a slightly raised eyebrow at the innocence of it. It didn’t last long however, as he could see her face redden however slightly, and her eyes flash into her lusty daze, and he grinned with a small and silent laugh, not expecting Gorflame to question it considering how she looked at him and how close they were in proximity again, with a table for cover.
He looked pleased at her reaction to his first joke, and that stayed with him to Gorflame’s surprise, and as his second joke was delivered he had difficulty keeping a straight face at her infectious laughter. He just barely held it, until he looked to her, and then the game was through, the laugh carried through, even to nearby spies. He saw them immediately, and locked eyes with one of the more suspicious ones, and offered them a wink, though whether that made him less suspicious or more so was really the dealer's choice.
Gorflame suggested Lilim’s domain be a tourist spot, and Yan looked to the demon queen for her reaction at him once more downplaying the goals of her empire. It worked for Maverick, and tourism always brought money into hands, but it was so flimsy. He offered her a more gentle smile at her look, recognizing it for what it was before looking back to Gorflame, onto a topic he could really go on, and on about.
Oh, Earth is wonderful,” he told him. ”If you ignore the Saiyan presence, Earthlings are the most accepting and welcoming people. They are constantly facing power struggles from mad scientists, to dangerous galactic criminals, to gangs with enough power to challenge the Star Wolves, and do you know what they do in the face of all that?” he asked, giving a dramatic pause before grinning wider. “Learn more and more about rebuilding their cities!”
No one knew how to deal with destruction as well as Earth. They welcomed even the most dangerous of skirmishes, letting whole cities be decimated and yet they had evacuation plans and underground tunnels to escape by. The minimized death, even if all their hard work was destroyed in a flourish of strength. It was simply a story to tell later, and laugh about.
Despite his apparent deep interest in his explanation, his foot trailed up the inside of Lilim’s ankle. He had reached for his drink, releasing her hand, and it found itself swapping to his dominant left, while his right disappeared underneath the table, to rest upon her leg
”Kelioux though,” he said with more factual interest. ”Like I said, you have to go to the outer terraform. Keliouxans police travel there pretty intensely to hide their dirt. You can’t fly a spaceship to land there, and the borders are vaguely policed. You have the sneak out there! But once you do, it’s something to see. Not much for nature obviously, but there are three thriving cities out there, completely independent from Keliouxan rule. Adel finds them too difficult to deal with, so as long as they keep things away from Keliouxan civilizations anything goes. I know a lot of demons who’ve found homes there. Absolute worst place for bounty hunting though.”
The outer terraform had its own laws, and they were able to rely on Kelioux to keep the Guild out for the most part. The masters refused to let the galaxy see their worst side and would gladly harbor a fugitive, so long as he didn’t harm the Keliouxan citizens. If a fugitive was accepted by the Strix, retrieving them became impossible without facing the wrath of that entire people, though that was rare. They took in things that were thrown away, that didn’t belong anywhere else, and that didn’t apply to people simply looking for shelter. Kibune on the other hand was ruled by coin, and any disruption of that was ill obliged. A criminal could pay their way to safety, leaving the bounty hunter’s only option to be paying more, and that was often not worth the price on their heads.
His hand drifted to the inside of her thigh, rubbing against the military pants, down and back up. The side of his pinky moved far enough to press between her legs and creating more friction to a different part of her pants, sliding up and down, before starting to move down towards her knee again, lest she stop him.
”And, Damaskia...!” he let out, trailing off despite his energy. He shrugged in the end, apparently without much to defend it with. ”Pendragon is much kinder to his soldiers than Lucifer. It’s easier to earn respect and recognition for your efforts, so I’ve found many demons eager to leave hell to join the ranks of the Shadowguard. It’s the lesser evil by far~” he explained, sticking to his point of where demons were scattered in the living world, even if he wouldn’t choose Damaskia as his home either were it not for Tomoko Kuroda.
”But to each demon their own, yeah?” he offered with another easy smile, lifting his drink at the options before them before taking a sip. ”I can’t stay in one place too long personally. You seem to understand that inclination as well.”
There might have been a few dirty looks thrown towards Yan despite the joke and wink he had sent towards those that looked like they had quite a few nasty things to say about being a spy for Lucifer--indeed, there was still quite a bit of animosity towards the ruler of Hell, especially considering the circumstances and the relative freedom that the Infernal Dominion provided to those that dwelled on this world--but the display had settled the fears of most of those in attendance, turning their gazes back to their food, drinks, or entertainment. As this occurred, the show concluded on the stage, with the performers bowing towards those applauding the dance before exiting the stage behind the curtain that led to the rest of the organization that was likely occurring behind the scenes, so to speak. There would be a few minutes of local music being performed over the speakers at this time, likely from a rudimentary computer that the House of Hysterics utilized for this purpose. The music itself was muted and slower paced than one might expect--the rave was on the other side of the building, and if one strained their ears, they might hear the pumping of the bass that somehow managed to ever-so-lightly reverberate through the floor, but not enough to compromise the more relaxed atmosphere of the pub they were seated.
Those that continued to look towards Yan with suspicion gave it a few more seconds before they, too, returned to whatever they were doing, though the solitary bouncer at side of the bar gave the tourists a critical look--there was a moment's hesitation, as if contemplating throwing them out, but after that moment, it was decided it was better to keep an eye on these particular guests, rather than turn away their business. With a look towards Gorflame, the bouncer seemed to think better of the whole affair, moving on to look around at the rest of the room. Though Gorflame never looked at the bouncer once, it was clear that this Demon of War was at least a repeat customer in this pub, so his patronage must have meant a lot. Considering the amount of money he was tossing at this whole affair, he certainly did well for himself as a bounty hunter, and if Yan was doing any sort of math in his head, he might come to the conclusion that Gorflame was probably doing a bit more on the side than just tracking down criminals.
When the topic reached that of Earth, Gorflame seemed particularly interested in it, rubbing his chin in thought with one hand while shoving a few of the tortillas--covered in the second-hottest sauce that was provided--into his mouth as he listened to Yan's account of the planet. Lilim leaned a little forward as well, being the frequent visitor to that world as she was, but she always liked hearing the perspective that Yan provided regarding various things. The idea that Earthlings were so used to rebuilding and shouldering the destruction regularly rained upon their societies was, perhaps, an admirable quality--one that might be useful to impart upon the people of Infernus, were it not with the inherent weakness of humans forcing that perspective to be their reality. With such weak warriors, it was inevitable that the people of Earth had to adopt a more reactive mindset to things, preferring to see their cities as something that could always be rebuilt, rather than something that could ultimately be defended. Lilim knew of those that regularly made Earth their battlefield, but she had no love for Earth to begin with, not for a long, long time. Perhaps the smallest part of her soul cared, but that would have been a hold over from her days as a mortal, one that had grown up on that world. That had been an eternity ago, however, and at this point, she had more love of the things she had found in the galaxy rather than going back to a place where she began--she wanted to focus on where she was going, not where she had come from, not that it really mattered anymore. She was... not human anymore, despite her current appearance.
"You would be surprised how many of those cities had to be rebuilt, one in particular especially. Nearly all can find a place there, if you can ignore the unusual amount of traffic it sees from various people," she agreed with Yan, elaborating on the point a bit more. "A lot of strong entities visit that world for one reason or another, and that usually results in a lot of conflicts over the years--the people there have learned to endure it and get very good at building new things," she said, smiling a bit more and making a note to at least visit that world to find construction specialists that could impart their skills and wisdom to her own people. Perhaps she could attract more humans to Infernus as well--an interesting thought, to be sure, but one she was not sure she could ultimately determine if it was worth it or not. She needed to find out more before she could make any real decisions on the matter. It was worth looking into, at the very least, which was more than what she could say for a lot of worlds out there--but there were still a lot more that had something to teach to her people, and she meant to secure that knowledge wherever it may reside.
Gorflame, for his part, was extremely interested, the statement about the Saiyans not deterring his interest in the least, his expression thoughtful and amused. "It sounds like it might be worth looking into and visiting, though I am not sure if I would be lucky enough to find a real challenge out that way--where is it, exactly? I have never heard of that world before, so I'm not sure where you might find it, but... if the Saiyan Empire has control of it, it can't be that far from Vegeta, I would think, though they did get a few new colonies from the war..." he mused, as if reminded about something off the top of his head at that mention, but he dismissed the thought after a second. "Still, if there is opportunity there, I would be remiss to not pursue it, eh? The galaxy is a big place, so just mindlessly searching for something interesting can lead to a lot of boredom--knowing where to look is probably the biggest key to success in this case, would you not agree? Just a little hint," he would say, adding that last part if Yan was looking a little reserved about sharing Earth's location with him. He seemed... extremely interested in the idea of going there, for one reason or another, apparently, though the interest seemed to be something that Lilim missed since she was lost in her own thoughts.
Well, at the time--her thoughts were quickly forgotten when she felt his foot trail up the side of her ankle, and in a moment of weakness, she let out a very quiet sound, something akin to a hum of interest and a squeek of surprised lust, and Yan could feel her control over her own aura slacken a little bit, but she quickly asserted her control over it--though her smile did get a little wider as she looked to him again, especially when his hand rested upon her leg, and her body seemed to get just a bit warmer--he really was pushing all of her buttons today, as if to either test her willpower or just wanting to be... well, she couldn't really put a word to it. She would have said he was acting like a flirty lover, but they both knew that he was allowed (and encouraged) to touch her wherever he wished, and she always enjoyed it when he did. Part of her wanted to pull his hand up to her chest, but this was... somehow, this was just more fun. Trying to keep it from Gorflame's sight while being absolutely shameless... she was loving every moment of this, and it was hard not to purr in satisfaction and eagerness.
"Outer terraform, eh...? Sneaking is definitely something I am not bad at, so I could probably make my way in there if a job called me there," he said, though it was not entirely clear at this point what he meant by 'job' in this specific instance. One would think that he was talking about a hunt for someone with a price on their head, but Kelioux was one hell of an area to consider hiding in, especially if they patrol things so carefully around their homeworld. "I find it rather refreshing to see places like that, wild and free, much like my fascination with this city here," he said, making a vague gesture towards the rest of Infernus, and as if on cue, a pair of clients decided to get into a fist-fight, arguing in a language that was wholly different from Galactic Basic, but Yan would know the language well. Infernal wasn't exactly an unknown language to get a hold of, and it was commonly-enough spoken in Hell that it was not strange to see two demons speaking it, especially arguing in it. Apparently, Infernal as a language had more words for starting a fight or insulting someone than it had for being polite--there was only a few ways to be considered polite while speaking Infernal, but considering the background of Hell, everyone made sure to at least know the words for obvious reasons.
"Worst place for bounty hunting though... I can only imagine, since people outside of regular societies tend to keep their own as safe as they can, but I like the idea of a challenge, to be certain. Who knows! I might just find a mark out there and have to contend with a lot more than I bargained for," he said before giving a heart laugh at the prospect of it. Considering how much he had stated he liked things simple before, it was probably difficult to process the contradiction, but at the same time, he was a demon of War after all--he probably liked the idea of fighting a lot, especially against so many opponents, or perhaps that was just something Gorflame was imagining in his own mind. Either way, he was probably in for a huge surprise out in the outer terraform if he decided to go there and hunt--or do something else entirely.
Lilim shifted a bit more under Yan's hand, unable to stay still, though she tried to keep her movements muted, but she was smiling like a madwoman at this point as well, barely keeping track of the conversation as she just looked to Yan out the corner of her eye, her breathing picking up a pace a little. When she felt his finger press against her in a place like that, she leaned her head back and tried to suppress a moan (which ended up sounding like a sigh anyway, shivering and hungry in its lust), but she managed to keep a strange-hold on her aura, lest the whole room end up experiencing far, far more waves of lustful delight than they probably already were at this moment. When he tried to move his hand towards her knee against, her free hand beneath the table halted his progress in order to keep his hand where it was--yes, right there, right--before sliding it up a bit more towards where her military-style belt was, his fingers likely feeling the metal of the buckle at that moment. His face and body were quite warm at this moment, but she wanted that... threat, that danger, of him starting the process of stripping her naked right now, and the anticipation that came with it.
She was getting an awful lot of teasing and prodding from him, and she was telling him that she wanted more right now, likely against her better judgement, but she wanted it all the same. There was another sigh as Gorflame ate more food, and about this time, several large plates of food and a refill of drinks were brought to them. Cigarettes of various varieties were also brought to them, likely filled with various cocktails of drugs and local plants, along with various other conveniences for a night of proper partying.
"Demons on Damaskia... I honestly hadn't considered it, but I can imagine its a fair sight better than being trapped in Hell, after all! Life in the mortal realms definitely feels far, far more agreeable than the pits of Hell at the moment, even if they end up going from one master to another. I prefer to have no master in my life--only my whims and my desires," Gorflame said, nodding a bit along with the conversation and either ignoring or completely oblivious to the shenanigans happening beneath the table. "I just don't like the idea of having a home, so to speak--I prefer seeing new places all the time, coming and going as my fancy takes me, but I understand the inclination. Sometimes it just feels wrong to stay in one place for too long, like your own roots might kill you!" he said before letting out a series of loud laughs.
At this point, the entertainment at the far side of the room had changed, and a proper band had emerged from the back of the curtained stage, setting up instruments and preparing to play their songs. It was a local band, one of the millions out there in the galaxy trying to 'hit it big' and get that delicious record deal with some producer or another, the usual dream of becoming music stars. Tonight, the pub was filling up quite well, so they at least had an audience. Once they were finished setting up, they introduced themselves before beginning to play their series of songs--they were only given half an hour to perform, apparently--but they had a style that might have sounded familiar, something like a mix between a few groups across the galaxy: Green Day from Earth, Discordant Dawn from Avalon, and The Rejects from Damaskia, attempting to find a harmonious hybrid of the three while making their identity unique. Lilim wasn't really paying attention to that... for obvious reasons.
Gorflame looked over towards the band, his head nodding in time with the music, but it was obvious he was not so extremely invested in the whole thing personally, preferring the food, drink and company he had right in front of him. It was at that moment that Lilim realized that there was, indeed, food in front of her, and while she never needed food herself, she enjoyed the taste of it herself, so she indulged a little bit in the sauced meats that had been placed nearby, reaching for a cigarette, but she did not place it in her mouth or light it up just yet--she was setting it aside for later, apparently--and the way she looked at it indicated that she was familiar with the brand, at the very least. It was, like many things in this pub, a local concoction by those that lived on Infernus, as raw imports from other planets and civilizations had not occurred just yet, apparently. Feelers were sent out and some interested parties had indicated an eagerness to conduct trade, but thus far, there hadn’t been a whole lot in the way of foreign goods for sale on Infernus just yet, so everything was made and produced locally at the moment. Some things left a bit to be desired--you could never top Damaskian potato wedges or Avalonian cheeses, so similar foods were, by comparison, were just a bit lacking if you had enjoyed those things upon your palate. Nevertheless, there was a certain spice to everything that tried to rival the humid heat of this planet, so the food was closer to something like Thai without being predominantly rice, noodles, poultry and fish, like it was trying to be everything else while somehow managing to try and find a unique identity, much like the band playing on the far side of the room. It seemed like Infernus was struggling with that as a whole--a national identity.
A world of demons was one thing, but an icon or image that everyone had in their minds when it came to talking about the nation they called home? That was a difficult proposition for every new nation, especially one that had not splintered off from an already-existing one. Hell had demons, demons that had been formed from a wide variety of races, methods, origins, and appetites, so ‘eclectic’ was certainly an accurate word for everything when it came to Infernus. Impulsive and passionate-blooded as they were, it often led to a lot of things feeling, perhaps, just a bit rushed and compulsive, which was great for an adventure, but it made things trying to exist as part of a dedicated whole very troublesome.
”Since you’re both new here, I can tell you about the fighting pits for our fight tomorrow, by the way,” Gorflame mentioned, having been talking so much, he either intentionally or accidentally grabbed the reins of the conversation once more, especially since Lilim seemed so distracted by something at that moment, though once again, Gorflame was probably ignoring it at that moment. ”The fighting pits are a series of smaller arenas that are all form a large circle, with the main colosseum in the middle. Infernus doesn’t seem to have a lot in the way of technology, but they have a lot of magic users, and they use that magic to change up all the arenas on a weekly basis, so each battlefield is different on a particular day. Most of the weaker fighters get filtered out through the battles in the outer arenas, with the really big hot shots getting to fight in the center one. As you can imagine, a lot of the attention is on the middle arena for a lot of folks, so that's where the real glory can be found. I’ve only fought in the center arena once, but… well, the guy that runs that arena owes me a favor, so I was thinking you two and I could get a real audience, what do you say?” He asked with an eager look on his face, as if the offer was just too good to pass up, at least for him. He didn’t elaborate on how the show-runner owed him a favor, and Gorflame didn’t seem all that inclined to share that information, but it probably had something to do with the guild, more than likely, or perhaps something more on the side. Either way, an offer like this from a demon of War was arguably pretty good, and despite what was happening, Lilim managed to catch the proposition at the edge of her hearing.
”Sounds good to me,” she said absently with a happy sigh, leaning a bit more into her chair as she looked back towards Yan once more, lust in her eyes.
Lilim: 5,415 / 5,250