Every soul that makes a contract must come through this place. Those are the rules, and have been for many, many years. In this house, the devils rule over the desperate, preparing them for their trip downstairs. The souls of the wicked and the damned are devoured, and those that try, may earn their chances for redemption. But this house changes people. Will it change you?
Has there ever been anything you've wanted, that was worth selling your soul for? Have you ever been so desperate for a change in your life, that you made a deal with a devil? Sure, most people think that it's just an expression. No one would actually do it. No one would even know how, right? They are wrong. The devils walk among us, striking deals when people are their weakest and most vulnerable. A contract must be formed, and the debt must eventually be paid. So what happens when your time is up?
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Post by Argento Dantalion on Dec 23, 2017 23:40:26 GMT
with flesh and blood
I commanded an army
Through it all
I gave it all
Drowsiness, an irritable sense of 'get-up-and-go', and yet the severe lack of motivation to do so was what the day seemed to have in-store for the one who called herself Argento. The sitting room had become the domain of her lounging, completely snuggled against the crack of cushions in one of the larger sofas, it's delicate flora-spotted fabric barely even noticing the weight pressing into it. Stiff yet comfortable, one of the lord's favorites. It did wonders for her back and kept her awake when she knew she'd have fallen asleep otherwise. The buzz of activity and the grandfather clock placed off to the side were her only indicators of time, though; she was sure that clock's ticking was false. The seconds hand wasn't moving after all... she'd need someone to fix that. Later that is, when the lord actually felt like being commanding. Strange surely, but that was Argento for you.
The Fallen's small body snuggled further into the crack, her coat the only thing acting as a blanket for her arms while her legs suffered the chill her thigh-high's let through. If it hadn't been for the hand keeping her skirt down, no doubt that girlish form would have revealed much more than simple idleness. Well, technically. There were some who were into those with that kind of body-shape, not that Argento actually cared. The Fallen knew better, or at least they should have; and only a suicidal demon without a brain would dare try to sneak a touch. For better or for worse, the lord didn't too much care about the eyes she could feel from time to time. Most likely much to a servant-or-many's relief.
A few had entered the parlour, most servants other times a few masters. There'd even been a doll if her nose was correct. The lack of iron or general disgust that followed the lowest of the caste didn't quite cling to them. Yet in the end they all left after some time, leaving her alone once more to wallow in her boredom. Sure, she could have read... except she already knew she'd read most if not all the bits in the Library. Her own collection had grown boring she'd found and there just wasn't quite enough effort in her to go bug another for something new. Pale eyes drifted toward the fire warming the room, her pupils slitting instead of condensing against the light. Only at times like those did she ever find flames able to mesmerize her.
Anyone could have snuck up on her, provided they knew to shield their minds. So much in a daze was she that she probably wouldn't have noticed a pink elephant wandering through... Really now, what exactly was she going to do with herself?
[attr="class","aruaru"]He didn't often wander the house just to do so. In fact, it had been quite awhile since he had just been out among the populous of the house without having to enforce some sort of rule or intervene in some petty squabble. It was a fairly repetitive life that he led, and for once, it was nice to just relax a bit. Of course, he still carried his sword on his hip, just in case he needed to put someone in their place. For now though, he made his way towards the sitting room, where many masters often chose to rest and relax before retreating up to their own rooms. He was fairly surprised to find it mostly empty, with only a single fallen master sprawled out on a couch, facing into the fireplace.
A small smirk came to his lips as he just started to randomly change the colors that were in the fireplace. Blue, violet, green, it wasn't like it was terribly difficult. Still he made his way closer, until he was standing beside, waving his hand a bit above it, pulling the flames into certain shapes. Okay, so he was definitely bored and trying to find some way to amuse himself. Still, he smiled a bit and turned towards Dantalion. "So, no servants to bother today?" Of course that wasn't a terribly odd question, as most of the masters made it their civil duties to harass the staff of the house as consistently as possible. And yet, here was this fallen just laying here, doing nothing. "Perhaps if you are too terribly bored, I can find a job for you."
Post by Argento Dantalion on Dec 29, 2017 9:29:54 GMT
with flesh and blood
I commanded an army
Through it all
I gave it all
The buzz of the day was passing slowly, the crackling fire easily drowning out the dazed Fallen in all her boredom. Her eyes were close to shut, only the smallest sliver of gold could be spotted through her lashes. Truly, she had even resorted to falling down memory lane. Daydreams, as it were since she didn't exactly want to cast her own illusions over herself... Not that it ever worked for some reason. A con of being able to see through such things she guessed. Mighty annoying when the person herself wished it to be so... but then, it was almost like drinking wasn't it? Very few things ever made the Fallen even close to 'tipsy'. Wisdom at work? Or was it she'd already spent too many a millennium indulging herself until nothing seemed to faze her anymore?
...Somehow the latter sounded more easy to believe, Argento grimaced silently. That was the truly sad thing. It must have been why she was so lackluster when it came to the art of harassment, among other things. A sadness that was actually laughable. Really what was she going to do with herself?
The Fallen finally closed her eyes all the way, feeling the tickle of a few loose strands of hair tickle at her cheek from a sudden shift. A nap maybe? A pretend one anyone, rarely did the lord ever actually sleep and those times usually called for some privacy invasion. If not for her black wings, Argento was fairly sure she'd have made a good succubus in another reality somewhere. But alas, she lacked the desires that came along with them as well. Another pity at this point, even if there had been past experiments to prove that fact true. A short sigh escaped her, interrupted only by a familiar presence entering the room.
One golden eye opened, already identifying the 'who' before she'd even spotted the well-dressed man. Everyone who had a head knew the face of the House's Overlord, though; not even Argento knew the true name behind that face. It was no mystery to her that whatever he was, he was no original Fallen nor did his name ever come up in the lists of family members from the others. Another result of a daily boredom. Yet her little body followed her unspoken rule of decorum, pushing herself with neither haste nor slowness. "I don't have anything need done so there is no reason for me to interrupt their work." The lord stated simply, honestly; without missing a beat.
Delicate hands moved to fix her garments, readjusting the glasses on her face until she could meet the Overlord's gaze with a sense of propriety. Her face was motionless for a second after he made his suggestion. She leaned back against the sofa, her head tilting slightly with a narrow of her eyes. "If it reasonable enough I see no reason to decline." The lord's body straightened itself, very aware of the rumors following his shadow. Even so she kept her neutral stance on the matter, making sure that he knew that she would refuse if she disliked whatever it was he wished. Overlord or not, he was not a King. Therefore, by her Fallen rules; he would deserve only that respect. Nothing more and only less if he deemed her a toy to sate his own obvious boredom.
[attr="class","aruaru"]It was slightly intriguing listening to her responses. She seemed such a delicate creature to look at, but her words seemed to have some sort of emptiness to them. Coldness perhaps. Or maybe just... Nothing at all. What had caused such a creature to reach such a disappointing state? Still he moved away from the fire and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, unfortunately nothing I have to offer would be too terribly entertaining for someone like you. However, we will be entertaining some guests in a few hours time, and I need to make sure that everything goes smoothly. I could ask other masters, or possibly servants but..." Well, it wasn't like this particular fallen was doing anything important at the moment.
"It is quite simple really, which may not entirely alleviate your current state, however I do truly need help making sure that everyone is actually doing their jobs and behaving the way they should be. This includes the other masters. I will personally deal with the Kings... As.. They have.. their issues... But if you could check up on the servants in the kitchens, the masters and dolls upstairs, and perhaps, if you have time, get Cerberus to put... some clothes on...." He shook his head a bit at the thought of dealing with the guardian of Abaddon, but perhaps if the girl could do it, then he would only really have to deal with the kings... "Of course you can refuse if it does not have any interest for you." He was sure that it wouldn't but perhaps going around and meeting some of the others of the house would do something for her.
Post by Argento Dantalion on Dec 30, 2017 23:19:18 GMT
with flesh and blood
I commanded an army
Through it all
I gave it all
The Fallen had listened carefully despite the nonchalant blankness about her face. Her lack of signals, no sigh or quiver of a brow; had her looking oddly still even by her standards. Or rather, that's how she would have seen it if she had a mirror to do so. But alas here she was sitting patiently as these requests went from do-able to... wait, clothes? On the dog? Did he think that thing was a poodle? Well the hound did have a human form but... she wasn't exactly a combat-oriented type like so many others. How exactly did he think she could over-power the hound to that point? Sure she might've been able to keep up if he didn't mind feathers being littered throughout the house but...
The lord mentally shook herself, blinking twice with the previous information coming back to mind. "Guests? New Contractees or..?" she left the sentence open, some curiosity managing to filter itself in past the dull daze she still felt. The lag of life that left her contemplating for a second more in debate. Just as he practically clued in her lackluster enthusiasm of being a working member of the house without saying a word, she left her own curiosity to stagnate in the wind. Well, her curiosity and her reluctance.
It wasn't like it was a bad offer, not really. Plus she didn't mind dealing with the servants, they all listened like rabbits after all. Cerberus was... well, cerberus. The Dolls would also be fine, perhaps. It's not like many of them were of a violent nature, unlike the Punishers. But the masters... "Hm..." Her hum escaped her mid-thought, golden eyes lowering to the ground while she held her chin with a forefinger and thumb. "It might be easier to dress the dog than to deal with the others..." She mused aloud. She gave a shrug after another moment of thought.
"They are not too difficult of tasks, I just won't promise full cooperation from the others. Some are idiots." Her words came out as casually as a blunt hammer to a wall, so factual that it proved she believed that for the entirety of it. "I'm more curious about how you'll deal with the Kings. They get tiresome at times." of course that was from her own experience back in Abbadon during whatever little wars or parties or whatever it was they wanted to cook up. Some were fine, others terribly troublesome... Though, really; they were all troublesome in their own ways. Some more conflicting against the Fallen than others. Thankfully there were a few of the 72 here, as annoying as they were being able to see past the facade she chose to dawn.
Some of them anyway. The attentive ones... The ones that didn't make Argento want to find a thorn muzzle and permanently iron it to their faces. That sometimes was not to be the case on other occasions... She let out an audible sigh at the thoughts... and memories.
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