Angels and demons (Closed)

[Poprockz]

"Drake... Hm. Cats are usually more trouble than they're worth." Though she said this dismissively, one might be able to discern that she was secretly pleased that the cat had come to her. Her demeanor shifted to a pleased one and she reached up and used one of her fingers to gently scratch the cat's chin. She could never get over how fuzzy and soft they could be.

"Anyway, I am Captain Estrania De Lange. You may call me Captain De Lange, or simply "Captain. Come, I'll see about getting us some volunteers." With a beckon of her finger, she exited the room, intent on heading to the courtyard where some of the lower level demons liked to train. As she walked in front of him, her stride was prideful and full of purpose, yet her hips still had an alluring sway to them to anyone foolish enough to look.

They traversed the castle's maze-like halls until they reached their destination, upon which time she called out to the nearby demons. "I need six volunteers to play witch hunt with this human. Any volunteers?"

Several demons looked over and sized him up, debating on whether they wanted to gangbang this human into a fiery demise. The fact that he was with her, the demon put in charge of the rejects meant that he was likely a weak one, but rumors had spread about the disintegration of the rest of her unit, and many of them had their curiosity piqued.

One of them stepped forward with a malicious grin. "Sure, but what's a game without a prize? If we win, I want to eat that ass like it's dinner and fuck that ass as dessert. Whaddaya say, Cap?"

Her lip curled in disgust. As if she would consent to letting such a lowly, cowardly demon do such things. "What do you say to my foot so far up your ass that the angels will wonder why my bloody heel is in their domain?"

 

[JadeKnight]

He chuckled for a moment at her comment about cats being trouble.

"What some call trouble is just them having fun. They are pretty smart as well."

He followed after her, but his demeanor was not that of being the timid boy he had been earlier. No, he felt more uplifted in things somehow. He wasn't exactly feeling like he was on cloud nine or the like, but more confident. He did take in their surroundings as he followed after her, occasionally watching her move as well. While most of her screamed mighty bitch, there was just that little need to be noticed the right way he could pick up on.

When they reached the courtyard, Drake leaped down to the ground. He wasn't the least bit scared of the demons, his tail whisking slowly back and forth as he sat in front of Senji. Senji smirked a little at the exchange between Estrania and the demon. Deciding egg things on a bit, he spoke up.

"Why not Captain? If they lose, they can all become a forever scratching post to Drake? Hmm..Not just a scratching post but the litterbox as well?"

He knew it was probably going to upset her, but he figured that testing the waters was going to be the best way to figure her out. Or even get the upper hand on her. Even the way he spoke, the confidance in his voice could be taken in by all. Drake joined in by hissing at the demon and pawing at the air with one paw.

 

[Poprockz]

Some unknown demon in the back could be heard saying, "oh my god, it's fucking adorable!" While another, presumably the demon's friend quickly hissed, "shut up!"

He was given a glare from Estrania. The impertinence of this human... Sure he was confident enough to put her well-being and comfort on the line, the little shit. But he had literally no consequences if he lost other than possibly being a bit burnt and beat up, which didn't count as a game penalty. However, a thought occurred to her, and her lips twisted up into a cruel smile.

"So confident, hm? Let's see you put your money where your mouth is." She turned back to the demon and crossed her arms. "Tell you what. I'll give you one night of sexual gratification with me and with Senji if you win. If you lose though... it will be as he said. You will be contractually obligated to let that cat piss, shit, and scratch you whenever it desires to do so."

Lifting her arms she made a few gestures in the air that left blazing trails of glowing red. When finished, it formed a complicated-looking runic symbol which spat out a glowing fire-wreathed contract. She sliced her thumb with one of her nails and pressed it against the paper, leaving her own mark upon it and looking expectantly at any who dared enter into the agreement.

 

[JadeKnight]

He blinked for a moment at her suggested offer of a prize. He did understand part of why she upped things, but he was pretty sure that if the demons had won, he was most likely already be dead. He highly doubted they would keep him alive long enough to use him before she upped things. True, it would now make things a little harder, for the demons at least. Though he didn't show it, he hoped whoever had given him access to this strange system knew what they were doing.

"Hmm..well since you put it that way. Fine, let's get this over with. Let's make things more interesting and pull in six more of your buddies."

He moved over to her and the contract she had taken up. He was second-guess himself for a moment, taking the knife from her and cutting tip of a finger. As he pressed his thumb against the paper, he almost swore that Drake was grinning. The cat reached his front paws forward on the ground, arching his back in the air. After a moment, he turned and leaped up on Senji's shoulder as if to say he was ready as well.

 

[Poprockz]

Six more demons came to sign the pact with a bloody thumbprint, one or two of them leering at Senji while giving him a once over. One of them even commented, "I'm going to look forward to getting my cock sucked by the two of you's."

"I bet you are," Estrania answered dryly. "Being fuck-ugly doesn't lead to too many blowjobs, I imagine."

The demon shot her a glare and walked away grumbling under his breath.

Soon the contract was full, the thing glowing before disappearing in a snap of flame to be stored in the great vault of the Hells. She was satisfied with this. If worst came to worst, she would spend a night being fucked with her subordinate, and then she would proceed to make his life as torturous as was within her power to do. It wasn't a true penalty, merely a consequence of his brash actions. If he won though... Now that would be interesting indeed.

"Alright, the rules are these: No demons can intentionally kill the human, but it is fair game for the human to kill, maim, or render any participating demon unconscious. The human can be injured as long as it's not a mortal injury or a dismembering of a limb. Tie him to the post, and set the post on fire, and it's a win for the demon team. All demons incapacitated puts a win for the human. We will start when each party reaches their opposite ends of the courtyard."

 

[JadeKnight]

Senji took a deep breathe for a moment, watching the gang of demons move away from him. The one who was doing all the leading was a tall, 8 foot brute of a demon. He was very muscular and bulky, two curved horns sticking out from his temples. They seemed to take their time setting up a large pole, three of the smaller demons putting a large tree trunk in the ground. The large demon seemed to decide it was time to attack, turning with a roar and charging towards the young man.

He wasn't completely sure why, but things went wierd for him. The world seemed to slow down, moving at half speed. Also, although he didn't ask, Drake launched himself from the ground past the charging demon. The cat's targets were the six other demons, hissing as he joined the battle. Senji realized he didn't have his kendo stick with him, figuring that it had been added to his inventory stash. Now was a good time as any to see if he could pull an item from the stash without interacting with the windows. As he moved his right arm out to the side in a sweeping motion, he thought about drawing his kendo stick. At the same time, he closed his hand as if grasping at the hilt of it. Almost immediately he felt something solid in his grasp. The kendo stick appeared, but materialized as if several artists were drawing it into existance in a matter of a few seconds.

The demon was almost at him, fists raised above his head to bring them down like a hammer on Senji. The knedo stike was not made for stabbing, so Senji did what it was designed to, strike. He brought the kendo stick tip down on the demon's head like a lovetap, the result immediate. There was a wide eye look from the demon as he foundt himself poised like a statue, his combined balled fists inches from Senji's head.

Drake had leapt onto the smallest of the demons, scratching and biting at it's face. The cat leapt away towards the other small demon as there was an attempt to grab him by the first. Senji skirted around the big boy, running at the two smaller and closet demons, dropping the kenod stick. The stick disappeared before it reached the ground. Drake had been a great distraction, letting Senji get within range quickly. His hands and forearms were engulfed by a blue shimmering just before he shoved his hands towards the imps, gliding through their skulls like butter. They were ignited in blue flames a second later. Senji's kill counter ticked to 2 of 5.

Meanwhile, Drake was having fun with the two demons that had decided to focus on him. He hissed and clawed at both of them, leaping between them. He had managed to claw their eyes out, leaving them to flail around while still trying to capture him. Drake phased into one, leaving only his claws solid. After tearing around among all the squishy bits, the demon dropped to the ground from all the damage. Drake switched over to the other one, doing the same. Once he was done, the cat flew over to the paralyzed demon, being solid and siting on it's head. Senji's kill counter ticked over to 4 of 5.

The last two demons left were a pair of tall and lanky ones, but they seemed to be confused on what to do now. They stood slacked jawed for a few moments, staring at the scene in front of them. They weren't quite expecting what had happened to happen. One decided to turn and run while the other one took a running start at Senji. Senji just stood there, curious as to what the demon was going to try. The demon tried to tackle the young man, succeeding to grappling him. However, Senji stood his ground without getting moved. Although his biceps had gotten pinned in a bear hug, he was able to move his forearms. He shifted his arms up and clasped his hands over the demon's face, catching it off-guard. With a little bit of effort, the demon's head was forced backwards beyond a ninety degree angle to snap it's neck. The demon fell limp to the ground as Senji's kill counter ticked to 5 of 5, Mission Complete.

 

[Poprockz]

"Impressive..." She murmured to herself as she witnessed what unfolded.

The human seemed to have a true killing instinct, though not the sort that led to rampaging and gore. This was the quiet sort of deadliness that created no room for remorse or doubt- a pragmatism that was arguably more dangerous. A lot of humans balked at the idea of taking lives, or would have been haunted by the ones he had extinguished previously, but so far he seemed unbothered. Humans might call it "sociopathy" while demons would call it a leadership trait.

When assessing people, she tended to score people higher based on special abilities, mental fortitude, adaptability, and intellect. One could be as strong as a dragon, but if they were as dumb as a bag of bricks it left one open to a pitiful death. That was one of the reasons that dragons were so fearsome; not only were they large and strong, but they were also wise and cunning creatures with various skills.

Senji seemed to have several of those traits, and thus she was starting to think to herself that he was actually a diamond in the rough. He was quick, decisive, and ruthless. Not to mention those interesting magic abilities of his. Based on her observations, he was either using dimensional doors to pull his weapon from a physical location in his own plane, or he was privy to his own dimensional pocket of some sort. Such a thing was practically unheard of, so she assumed the former. One couldn't simply create a dimension specifically for one's own items- it was absurd.

"Fleeing counts as incapacitation, so the match has been decided," she spoke up, walking into the ring. "Senji is the winner of this bout, and thus claims the right for the cat accompanying him to scratch, shit, and piss on the remaining two demons as it pleases." The woman smirked and added, "good work. Come, let's get you something to eat. You must be hungry." She assumed so, at least. He hadn't actually eaten since he had been taken about a day ago.

 

[JadeKnight]

Senji took a few moments to catch his breathe and calm down. Although he had looked like he had been calm the whole time, he felt like he had been riding high. He had been in a handful of fights before, but nothing that had high stakes as part of them. Well, the stakes had been that high, but he had stepped into a much different world than he was used to.

"Food sounds good right now."

He glanced sideways for a moment as another window popped up, telling him he unlocked a new summon. Ignoring it he motioned for her to lead the way. Drake flew over to his shoulder, perching on it. As the three left the area, the poison finally took it's toll on the paralyzed demon. The bright red skin bubbled all over before sloshing off to the floor, followed by the rest in thick, liquidy globs. The bones were partially blackened and laid in a pile among the ooze as the poison finally died away to nothing.

"So before i fully commit, would you be so kind as to let me know why exactly I am here?"

 

[Poprockz]

She glanced at him as they started walking to the dining hall down the gothic corridors of the castle. "To answer that, let me give you a little backstory. In the beginning, there were two Gods. Two brothers, to be exact. They created the worlds and galaxies as we know them, but such things were empty without sentient life. And thus, each of them sculpted a race of somewhat immortal beings in their own image: devils and angels. Of course they created other forms of life and such, such as humans like yourself, but those two races were particularly important to them."

"Both of the gods wanted to govern their own parts of the galaxy, and the god who created devils proposed that he should have more places to govern because he did more of the work to create the details of the various worlds than the other god. Why should the other god benefit just as much if he was sitting on his ass most of the time? Anyway, he came back with some bullshit about how he's better suited for ruling because he has a better temperament or something, and neither one of them was happy."

"The gods were on equal footing, but they had no intermediary to help them divide up the galaxy for governance, and they both felt entitled to more than the other. So how exactly do they decide these sorts of things, one might ask. What better way to do so than to see which of their creations would be victorious in battle?"

"And thus, the Territory Dispute war started. This went on and off for a very long time, angels and devils alike fighting and dying with seemingly no end in sight. It was fucking awful, trust me. Remember when I said that devils and angels are somewhat immortal? They can be killed, yes, but they don't actually die. They get reincarnated again without any of their memories. Or at least, that's what we thought until Zamrinneth the devil somehow managed to recall all of his past deaths. The dude is fucking nuts after that, as one might imagine. But, it made us start questioning things."

"Unlike those stuck-up angel fucks, devils have always been critical thinkers and we were already starting to get tired of fighting in one pointless war after another. I don't know if the angels had spies or someone let the whole Zamrinneth thing slip, but they called for a temporary truce and meeting with the leaders of the demons. As sick as everyone was of continuing, neither side's God was willing to concede any ground. In spite of this, the angels proposed that instead of either race spilling more blood, we each obtain our own champions to fight, thus lessening the bloodshed."

At this point they had finally arrived at a very large dining hall that had the buzz of numerous conversations, the place filled with devils, humans, elves, and other races from other worlds. The food smelled enticing, and it was obvious that there were different serving tables depending on what one could afford. Most of the people were in line at the low-cost table, while a select few were at the other two. The way they were walking, it could be assumed that she was leading him towards the expensive food.

"You are to take the role of one of our champions. I'm going to level with you- you were assigned to that group you originally incinerated because they thought you were a squishy little worm of a human that would end up in the trash faster than a devil's jizz-soaked cum tissue. Any questions so far?"

 

[JadeKnight]

He was quiet as she explained things, walking beside her. Drake curled around Senji's neck, cuddling like a neck pillow. Senji reached up and petted on the cat a couple of times as they walked, mulling over the story. It sounded like nothing more than petty bickering over toys, with toys that really couldn't do much to change how they were played with. Well, the toys had changed things up a bit, but it was just another layer of making toys of toys play between more bickering. He hmmed for a moment at her inquiry.

"Well, any questions I would have would really make much sense to ask. They will get answered sooner or later, not that there will be much difference in asking I guess. Being told that one is a disposable pawn no matter what is said or done, well...That just really kills the morale."

He stopped for a moment as they arrived at the table of more lavish food, looking it over. His stomach growled for a moment, before he glanced over at her.

"So will there be some lavish ceremony or do I just sign some paper and that's that?"

He also did a little motion for her to lead the way to the table.

 

[Poprockz]

“Dish yourself up- you’re eating on my dime tonight,” she commanded, though not harshly. It was more of an invitation than anything. He had done well to earn it, so she figured she could treat him. Besides, she too was in the mood for some good food.

The captain loaded her own plate up and poured herself a large glass of wine as she addressed his prior comments. She chuckled wryly, “devils love their paperwork, so there will absolutely be a small stack of documents for you to sign. However, that doesn’t mean we don’t like ceremonies. Well, not as much as those pompous angels do- we’re more about the after party, but yeah.”

Her plate was now full of different foods, some of which he hadn’t ever seen but looked tempting. “If it makes you feel better, I suspect you’re not as disposable as I had originally thought. You have very unique powers that I haven’t seen before, which means that you have a very real chance of making it out of this alive.”

 

[JadeKnight]

He did raise an eyebrow slightly when she spoke that he was eating on her dime. He figured that since this place was run like some sort of training camp, they would feed everyone at least something despite ranks. He didn't comment on it though, as it really wasn't important as this point. He obligated by filling his plate with food as well, being a little daring as he grabbed some that he did seem to recognize.

"Signing a contract isn't too much of a big deal, as long as I'm not signing my life away."

He chuckled and grinned a little, though he figured that was probably what he would end up doing anyway. After all, there was a high risk of him getting killed if he followed through with this whole thing. Since he kept to himself when he had been home, there really wasn't anything to tie him down or give him a reason to return. Whatever stuff he had enjoyed back home, he was sure he could get access to that and other things.

He wasn't in the mood to be with a crowd, so he led them to a small table in the corner. He sat down across from her, taking his time to eat.

"I am pretty sure you are looking forward to seeing what sort of treasure and spoils of war you are able to get out of me. Was there any immediate plans you had in mind for me to start on?"

 

[Poprockz]

"Spoils? Not necessarily. Victory, yes. The spoils typically follow after that, but I'm more interested in rubbing my success in certain demons' faces." She picked up her drink and swirled it around in her goblet.

"You haven't been here long so you're likely not aware of the fact that I'm actually a war hero. I've made enough money to live off comfortably for a very long time, but that doesn't mean that there aren't complications that can happen. For example, you say shit to the wrong person and suddenly you're placed in a position where you're made to look weak, incompetent..." The demon gritted her teeth in rage and glared at her glass. "Humiliated." Her gaze went to him in a steady, heated stare. "I want you to succeed so that they choke on their petty plans to get one over on me."

 

[JadeKnight]

He was quiet as he listened to her rant about her current predicament. He couldn't blame her for wanting things to happen how she was wanting. After all, he had dealt with his share of bullies. Not that he had really done much more than endure the bullying. After all, it came to an end eventually with only a few scars.

"It sounds like you are up for using me for some of your revenge fantasies. Well, I really don't blame you for wanting to do such a thing."

He finished his last bite, taking a moment to look over her before standing up.

"I'm game as long as there's not too much torture. Let's go and start finalizing things."

 

[Poprockz]

“Eh,” she waved her hand. “Torture is only useful if someone is either unwilling or willfully defiant. I doubt you’ll be either of those things, so you probably don’t have to worry.”

The woman wiped her mouth on her napkin before standing up as well. “If we want to finalize things, let’s head to my office. I’ll have you sign the paperwork there.” With a snap of her fingers, a portal to her office appeared, one which she stepped through and expected for him to do so as well.

Now where the fuck was his contract? She remembered putting it in a specific place so as not to lose it, but which place had that been? Estancia had to rifle through a few desk drawers before she found it, setting a 100-page document in font of him on her desk, along with a pen. Each of the pages required his initials, while the last three required his full signature. Most of it was disclosures and terms, though some of it was merely fluff to make the document larger. Clearly some demon lawyer was stroking his dick while making the thing, grunting to himself how eloquent and detail-oriented he was.