As written by CaerJester, Knosis, and Krysis
If his eyes had already been wide, they now stretched the limit of what they could, for lack of a better word, stretch. So simple a thing as waving his hand, and his blood settled, and It went back to sleep. His teeth practically began to grind painfully against one another, his true fangs sometimes snapping and breaking against each other.
"I apologize for your fair skin, dear Zanzibar." He'd attempted to pull his hand away then, if the shedevil did not return the gentle, apologetic squeeze he'd given her fingers. "I fear I am well outclassed here...and this is not a feeling I like."
The little spell had no effect on the demon, although she had felt what he had done and knew he had been given some hint of her status. Still, her eyes narrowed on the devil at hand, clearly displeased. "I do not need permission from you, Fannar." She stressed. "Should I give him an offer, there is no way you could stop me should we come to an agreement."
She was able to pull her heated gaze away from the devil to turn her attention to Nox. "No apology needed, m'dear. Was not but a scratch, either way." She smiled sweetly, the wounds already sealing as if nothing had happened. "Perhaps it would be more comfortable for you to know that.. I am on your side?" She smirked slightly. "I couldn't let him harm such an adorable little catch like you.."
Fannar laughed at her saying that she was on the Caeruleum's side, leaning forward as he hastily put his cup on the saucer. "Oh, my! I'm so glad demons can lie, or I'd marvel at such a whopper." His pale eyes sparkled merrily as he shook his head at Zanzibar, "You do need permission, or it would be an act of war. As the representative of the Eth`Calis on this plane, I am to give or deny this permission."
Then he turned his attention to Nox again, "Do you understand, Caer lord? You can deal with this demon if it is of profit to you, but you can't sell your soul twice." He lifted his hand to ask for a moment's forbearance, "I do not seek to exert my will on you. This is only to make sure you are aware of the rules, and what is waiting if you should break them."
"I completely understand. My father was not a fool, raising me. He warned me of the dangers and the like. Any deal I make with fair Zanzibar will be strictly carnal and joyous in nature, I assure you." To his best credit, Nox spoke very fairly, without a trace a fear, despite the bubbling thoughts pulling at his mind. Flight or fight, kill or be killed. It was a hard feeling to keep under wraps.
"Still, how is it that two demons find themselves in my city? My father told me how hard it was for him to get a foot inside these boundaries, in a spiritual sense, and that I'd probably never meet one of my 'relatives' in my eternal life."
The woman's jaw clenched. As much as she wanted to test this devil's limit, she was on a time limit. So she remained quiet on the subject of permissions.
"I do not know about your.. relative.." She used the term Nox had used last. "But the barrier is weakening." She said quietly. "I'd imagine with all the chaos this city is in, the church has been neglecting some of their normal duties." She leaned back against the couch, folding her arms across her chest. "I was sent ahead. To my surprise, I wasn't the only one, and I doubt that he came through the same crack that I did." She glared accusingly.
"It is more than that, and less. To wit, the 'church' here is corrupt at the core. A wooden gate covered in filth will rot. An iron gate will rust. A human gate will sin, age, and die. The one that is meant to be the gate sees it now as an empty honor and habors depravity in his heart. The gates elsewhere on this planet stand wide, and traveling to this place was no difficulty when one used physical means instead of the more direct methods." Fannar didn't seem to mind telling what he knew, smiling in a superior way without intending to.
"I was also asked to look at the situation, and make a claim on the whole city if possible, to avoid it becoming an invitation instead of just a gap. Having hundreds of demons rampaging on this world would be-- bad for business." He lifted his tea cup at that point, though he would grimace at it having gone tepid.
"Seems that I alone can't lay a claim to this city anymore. My father made it clear it was more the haggling with fel powers than the curse itself that made us the top of the food chain in this city, and that more than a fair share of our...your kind, the True Born,...would fair outrank our meger by comparisson power."
Nox would stare into the stale tea, hands steepled across to catch his chin, elbows resting on his legs. "Its a very hard pill to swallow, in truth. Imagine being the top predator in your territory, only to one day discover not one, but two seemingly insurmountable foes..."
"Depends on whom you ask." The woman said, raising a brow. She slowly shifted and lifted Nox's tea from his knee and placed it down on the low table before gently encouraging the Caer lord to shift so that she could slip onto his lap. "Some would say that you attempting to hinder the entrance of the lords into this realm would be blasphemous. And yes, there are other places where the gates have opened but this area has remained closed for way too long." She smiled at the devil.
"Some are here for the souls to collect. Some to make deals. Others.. For the chaos and hatred that they can inspire. I at least know which one you're from now."
"But I'm not seeking claim over the territory for myself." She said, looking back towards Nox. "I've specific reasons I sought out you, m'dear."
Fannar rolled his eyes at Zanzibar before pointing out patiently, "Too much chaos and the cattle remember their righteousness. They would close the gates in a hurry then, no matter how much blood and bone they'd have to use to stem that tide. No, there is more profit if sin is rampant and those collecting are behind the scenes."
Then he turned towards Nox again, which was a matter of angling his gaze only a few inches differently. "Your contract can be revisited, if you need more power." Fannar offered with a sly smirk, pretty sure that the vampire would refuse.
Fannar wasn't far off the mark either. Nox would turn his nose up at the offer, distracted away from the puzzling statement the shedevil had made. "I am not the legal contractor. That was Father's mess and burden. My education never covered with haggling fel pacts with devils." Still, it was a good idea to put a pin in for later. A potential ally of this caliber far outstripped those he'd turned to so far, as far as he could tell with merely a surface judgement.
Now his attention couldn't help but be drawn to Zanzibar, his eyes narrowed. "And what do you mean...you sought me out? You were looking for me...?" A hard edge crept onto those blue orbs, lined with paranoid anger. "Why?"
"Yes, but like the forbidden box that was opened. Once opened, it is very difficult to put all the spilt items back into the box. However, if the church realizes a devil is behind the chaos, you're doing it wrong, Dear Fannar." She rolled her eyes in return to the Devil. "Besides, you benefit for the occasional hell breaking loose yourself."
The woman matched Nox's coldness with warmth and pleasantries. "Yes, I sought you specifically." She admitted again. "I wish to further your cause. Your goal. So I am here to offer my services to you." She said, her words like silk. "Details of this discussion, should you like to know further, will wait until we can speak more.. Privately.."
"Your father and mine." Fannar murmured, "Yet, you have the contract and I have the pen, so now we are the main parties of the deal. For the moment, at least." The checkered devil gave a slow smile at the thought that crossed his devious mind.
"Lord Caer, I would urge you to demand answers from her while you still have a true ally at hand. After all, we helped your father and the debt he owed is now on your shoulders. I actually need you alive to fufill it, while she might wish to spite us and prevent us from collecting." He sat back then, folding his hands on his stomach as he considered the tree of cakes and pondered if he wanted a sweet morsel or was content to wait.
"It...is true I owe a certain debt to your Father. I accept that responsibility, and yet, I do find myself drawn to the idea of having the two of you...seemingly...fighting over me, especially considering my soul is already bought. Lord Nito taught me your kind were haughty and greedy, selfish, but I did not expect the in-fighting and politics to be this cut throat. Its almost to the level of our nosferatu courts and families here."
It was a mouthful, but Nox liked to hear himself talk, especially if he had something scathing to say. Finally, he was beginning to get his own foot into the door around these two, and with that realization, his confidence was beginning to flood back into the undead noble.
If his eyes had already been wide, they now stretched the limit of what they could, for lack of a better word, stretch. So simple a thing as waving his hand, and his blood settled, and It went back to sleep. His teeth practically began to grind painfully against one another, his true fangs sometimes snapping and breaking against each other.
"I apologize for your fair skin, dear Zanzibar." He'd attempted to pull his hand away then, if the shedevil did not return the gentle, apologetic squeeze he'd given her fingers. "I fear I am well outclassed here...and this is not a feeling I like."
The little spell had no effect on the demon, although she had felt what he had done and knew he had been given some hint of her status. Still, her eyes narrowed on the devil at hand, clearly displeased. "I do not need permission from you, Fannar." She stressed. "Should I give him an offer, there is no way you could stop me should we come to an agreement."
She was able to pull her heated gaze away from the devil to turn her attention to Nox. "No apology needed, m'dear. Was not but a scratch, either way." She smiled sweetly, the wounds already sealing as if nothing had happened. "Perhaps it would be more comfortable for you to know that.. I am on your side?" She smirked slightly. "I couldn't let him harm such an adorable little catch like you.."
Fannar laughed at her saying that she was on the Caeruleum's side, leaning forward as he hastily put his cup on the saucer. "Oh, my! I'm so glad demons can lie, or I'd marvel at such a whopper." His pale eyes sparkled merrily as he shook his head at Zanzibar, "You do need permission, or it would be an act of war. As the representative of the Eth`Calis on this plane, I am to give or deny this permission."
Then he turned his attention to Nox again, "Do you understand, Caer lord? You can deal with this demon if it is of profit to you, but you can't sell your soul twice." He lifted his hand to ask for a moment's forbearance, "I do not seek to exert my will on you. This is only to make sure you are aware of the rules, and what is waiting if you should break them."
"I completely understand. My father was not a fool, raising me. He warned me of the dangers and the like. Any deal I make with fair Zanzibar will be strictly carnal and joyous in nature, I assure you." To his best credit, Nox spoke very fairly, without a trace a fear, despite the bubbling thoughts pulling at his mind. Flight or fight, kill or be killed. It was a hard feeling to keep under wraps.
"Still, how is it that two demons find themselves in my city? My father told me how hard it was for him to get a foot inside these boundaries, in a spiritual sense, and that I'd probably never meet one of my 'relatives' in my eternal life."
The woman's jaw clenched. As much as she wanted to test this devil's limit, she was on a time limit. So she remained quiet on the subject of permissions.
"I do not know about your.. relative.." She used the term Nox had used last. "But the barrier is weakening." She said quietly. "I'd imagine with all the chaos this city is in, the church has been neglecting some of their normal duties." She leaned back against the couch, folding her arms across her chest. "I was sent ahead. To my surprise, I wasn't the only one, and I doubt that he came through the same crack that I did." She glared accusingly.
"It is more than that, and less. To wit, the 'church' here is corrupt at the core. A wooden gate covered in filth will rot. An iron gate will rust. A human gate will sin, age, and die. The one that is meant to be the gate sees it now as an empty honor and habors depravity in his heart. The gates elsewhere on this planet stand wide, and traveling to this place was no difficulty when one used physical means instead of the more direct methods." Fannar didn't seem to mind telling what he knew, smiling in a superior way without intending to.
"I was also asked to look at the situation, and make a claim on the whole city if possible, to avoid it becoming an invitation instead of just a gap. Having hundreds of demons rampaging on this world would be-- bad for business." He lifted his tea cup at that point, though he would grimace at it having gone tepid.
"Seems that I alone can't lay a claim to this city anymore. My father made it clear it was more the haggling with fel powers than the curse itself that made us the top of the food chain in this city, and that more than a fair share of our...your kind, the True Born,...would fair outrank our meger by comparisson power."
Nox would stare into the stale tea, hands steepled across to catch his chin, elbows resting on his legs. "Its a very hard pill to swallow, in truth. Imagine being the top predator in your territory, only to one day discover not one, but two seemingly insurmountable foes..."
"Depends on whom you ask." The woman said, raising a brow. She slowly shifted and lifted Nox's tea from his knee and placed it down on the low table before gently encouraging the Caer lord to shift so that she could slip onto his lap. "Some would say that you attempting to hinder the entrance of the lords into this realm would be blasphemous. And yes, there are other places where the gates have opened but this area has remained closed for way too long." She smiled at the devil.
"Some are here for the souls to collect. Some to make deals. Others.. For the chaos and hatred that they can inspire. I at least know which one you're from now."
"But I'm not seeking claim over the territory for myself." She said, looking back towards Nox. "I've specific reasons I sought out you, m'dear."
Fannar rolled his eyes at Zanzibar before pointing out patiently, "Too much chaos and the cattle remember their righteousness. They would close the gates in a hurry then, no matter how much blood and bone they'd have to use to stem that tide. No, there is more profit if sin is rampant and those collecting are behind the scenes."
Then he turned towards Nox again, which was a matter of angling his gaze only a few inches differently. "Your contract can be revisited, if you need more power." Fannar offered with a sly smirk, pretty sure that the vampire would refuse.
Fannar wasn't far off the mark either. Nox would turn his nose up at the offer, distracted away from the puzzling statement the shedevil had made. "I am not the legal contractor. That was Father's mess and burden. My education never covered with haggling fel pacts with devils." Still, it was a good idea to put a pin in for later. A potential ally of this caliber far outstripped those he'd turned to so far, as far as he could tell with merely a surface judgement.
Now his attention couldn't help but be drawn to Zanzibar, his eyes narrowed. "And what do you mean...you sought me out? You were looking for me...?" A hard edge crept onto those blue orbs, lined with paranoid anger. "Why?"
"Yes, but like the forbidden box that was opened. Once opened, it is very difficult to put all the spilt items back into the box. However, if the church realizes a devil is behind the chaos, you're doing it wrong, Dear Fannar." She rolled her eyes in return to the Devil. "Besides, you benefit for the occasional hell breaking loose yourself."
The woman matched Nox's coldness with warmth and pleasantries. "Yes, I sought you specifically." She admitted again. "I wish to further your cause. Your goal. So I am here to offer my services to you." She said, her words like silk. "Details of this discussion, should you like to know further, will wait until we can speak more.. Privately.."
"Your father and mine." Fannar murmured, "Yet, you have the contract and I have the pen, so now we are the main parties of the deal. For the moment, at least." The checkered devil gave a slow smile at the thought that crossed his devious mind.
"Lord Caer, I would urge you to demand answers from her while you still have a true ally at hand. After all, we helped your father and the debt he owed is now on your shoulders. I actually need you alive to fufill it, while she might wish to spite us and prevent us from collecting." He sat back then, folding his hands on his stomach as he considered the tree of cakes and pondered if he wanted a sweet morsel or was content to wait.
"It...is true I owe a certain debt to your Father. I accept that responsibility, and yet, I do find myself drawn to the idea of having the two of you...seemingly...fighting over me, especially considering my soul is already bought. Lord Nito taught me your kind were haughty and greedy, selfish, but I did not expect the in-fighting and politics to be this cut throat. Its almost to the level of our nosferatu courts and families here."
It was a mouthful, but Nox liked to hear himself talk, especially if he had something scathing to say. Finally, he was beginning to get his own foot into the door around these two, and with that realization, his confidence was beginning to flood back into the undead noble.